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Walter ached from the traslocation. Looking wildly around, his familiar lab was long gone. He couldn't quite recognise where he was.
However, it was only when he went to rub the ache away from his bruised flesh, that he dragged his attention closer than his surroundings. His bruised ego was salved somewhat, the experiment partially successful.
However, his pulse quickened... or rather her pulse did, as she took in the voluptuous womanly body that now bore her mind. The unfamiliar angle was disturbing, with her bust appearing too large. The hope this was just the unfamiliarity was quickly erased when she caught her half-reflection in a brushed aluminium door. The image telling her how curvaceous she was now.
Swallowing nervously, Walter knew about the gynoid research in one of the other labs. However, she never expected to experience it herself.
Glancing around, she realised she wasn't outside. It was just she was clad only in lingerie, that made her feel more exposed than if she were nude. The air of the expansive room a zephyr breeze that kept her intimately aware of her vulnerability.
The long mane of black hair tied in a French braid brushed back and forth, bouncing from one full ass cheek to the other. Since the experiment put him here... put him... her! Then surely it could be reversed.
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