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Basic Chemistry 2
🕑 Added 2017-06-01 04:26:56 +0000 UTC Gloria downed the finished serum in two short swallows. Easy. She smacked her lips; it was thick, sweet, and strangely warm, like liquid licorice. "The flavor could use some adjusting...""Yes," Servo chirped, "the important thing is that these experimental concoctions taste yummy."
Gloria scowled at the help, who was pouting by himself in the corner. "Just watch." She rubbed absently at her throat, suddenly feeling very hot. "H-here we go..."
A shudder rippled down to her tailbone. She sucked in a deep breath. "I can feel it w-workin'..." Gloria grit her teeth at the pressure building in her belly. The waistband of her pants went slack around her hips, no longer burdened by her bulging stomach. Her breasts followed suit until her tank top hung in tatters, far too stretched for her newfound figure.
Even Servo sat up in surprise as Gloria's pear-ish complexion began to fade. "Perhaps I owe you an apology. Your treatment appears to be...quite effective."
"H-holy shit..." Gloria's cumbersome, juice-laden body had practically melted away before her eyes. She plucked at the clothes draped over her curvy, skin toned body. Her normal body. "It...it works..." She grinned. "I-I mean, I knew it would work. Of course. Easy-peasy."
Servo hummed his skepticism. "Uh-huh. That could have gone a whole different direction and you know it."
"Ah, but it didn't," Gloria gushed, hugging herself. It was such a foreign feeling, being able to stretch and really move. No more fat cheeks. No more belly to reach around. No more pear juice! "I can't wait to tell Miranda, she's going to love this!"
