Carter woke up slowly, her head still spinning from her short lived conflict with that over muscled Amazon which had burst into the labs while she was finishing up her rounds. She blinked in confusion as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights shining down upon her and tried to get up. Only to realize that she’d been haphazardly bound to an examination table, her belt and security cuffs used to improvise the bonds.
“What the-”
“Oh! Goody, you're finally getting up.”
That sounded like Dr. Applegate, but there was a cheerful and maniacal lilt to it that set her on edge. More so when the smiling and curvaceous figure skipped over and leaned down to look at her. A green microtop and leopard print bikini beneath it that didn’t so much as support the absurdly sized and rather obviously augmented breasts that swayed into view as provide the semblance of decency. By Metro City street hooligan or street corner gal anyway. Which was what Dr. Applegate looked like more than most anything else as she leaned down further and her smile turned positively mischievous.
“Dr. Applegate what-what happened to you?!”
“Dr.? Please honey, yer getting all confused and the doc ain’t even shot you full of dino juice yet.”
“What?!”
She twisted to the side and saw that scrawny labtech… or so she thought. Though he’d gained some muscle, definition as well, and was wearing one of the labcoats as seemed busily working on something off to the side. She redoubled her efforts to pull loose.
“Nah, none of that.”
The big titted version of Dr. Applegate leaped up and onto the table, stradling Sarah and making her escape even harder with the extra body mass now pinning her down. She then yanked open her shirt, buttons spilling out as she did.
“What are you doing with the test subject Double A?”
“Havin’ some fun before you take her back to the cretaceous period or somethin’.”
“Jurassic your dimwitted slut,” muttered Walker from under his breath.
“No, it would have to be Cretaceous if you're using raptor DNA as the base,” she said, hands cupping onto Carter’s much smaller breasts. Squeezing the tiny, all naturals before she grabbed hold of her bra and tore it off. The shock of how much stronger this other woman was, despite her literal porn bod complete with bolt-on boobs stunning her to be speechless. The only thought running through her mind was if this might have something to do with another Mad Gear or Skull Gang incident or something similar to those. She paused as if looking down at Carter’s naked chest now with something other than dominating lust. Almost a sort of confused curiosity.
“I should know… I wrote my… my thesis…”
“Dr.-Dr. Applegate?”
“Hmmm, so it can wear off?”
The man from before was walking over, adjusting his glasses as he looked from Carter to the strangely distracted and quite obviously changed geneticist. Who was now leaning down to peer at her breasts with a sort of strange curiosity.
“I wonder if retroviral augmentation would make you lose yours… or would they-wait why are mine so…” she lifted her hands up, grabbing onto her own chest and squeezing. Her legs tightening about Carter’s waist, a low moan escaping her lips at the same time as if this perverted self exploration were somehow so mind numbing in its experience that she couldn’t help but respond elsewhere on her body. Her eyes rolled back before opening again, clarity of a sort restored. “W-why are my fuckin’ tits so fake and big?”
Of a sort.
“Strange… I can actually feel myself getting dumber as your own change reverses… this is peculiar.”
Whatever hope that was starting to rise up in Carter was dashed as Edward pulled Applegate into a kiss, grabbing onto the back of her head as he did. His fumbling hands seemed to tug harder on her fierce brown hair.
Which grew fiercer, longer. The already unkempt mane sweeping back as if he was pulling it out of her by accident. Only for her to grab onto him, now face fucking herself upon him, giggling between kisses, tongues fighting as if her earlier confusion was utterly forgotten.
“Fuck YEAH! What was I going on about?”
“About taking our guest back to the Cretaceous Period.”
“Stupid, don’t ya mean Jurassic? You know, like the movie?”
“Yes, of course Double A,” Dr. Edward said with a smirk, his own confidence restored as the natural order reasserted itself.
“Fucking idiot,” Double A said, turning back to Carter and stretching up, her longer hair sweeping back and forth behind her as she did. Her chest pushed out and… out. Those already massive breasts seem to rise up more. Either they’d shrunk during her brief bout of sense or they were now growing larger as if to compensate for momentarily not being a vapidly angry gang slut. A fact driven home as she dropped down and silenced whatever Carter was about to say with her own mouth. A studded tongue invading her mouth as she felt that heavy, growing weight on her own chest. Pulling back only once she was sure that she’d more or less exhausted poor Carter from her play.
“If we’re goin’ to turn you into some kind of raptor girl of course it’s like the movie.”
“What?!” Of course that got her attention again.
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