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Ted was staring blankly at the bulletin board full of summer job options when an incredible-looking blonde stepped up and pinned some notes to the board.  She quickly noticed him gaping and blushed a little.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry.  It's just ... You're very pretty," he said, trying to cover up his rudeness.  She grinned.

"Yes, thank you.  I get that a lot," she said.  He glanced at the notice she was posting.

"Chemical trials?  What's that about?" he asked.

"Well ... We're looking for volunteers to try out one in a series of new drugs we're working up.  One shot and that's it.  Then we monitor the side effects.  We'll even pay you and let you work near the lab so we can keep a close eye on you," she said with a wink.

"Really?" Ted said.  He'd be able to see her every day and get paid!  "Well, I'm a Chemistry major, so I'd love to help out."

"You are?  Well that's great!  I'm Donna," she said, offering a hand.

"Ted," he said, getting a thrill from watching her boobs bounce while they shook hands.

"So, Ted. Do you have any plans for the next two weeks?" she asked.  He swallowed hard.

"Um, no," he admitted.

"Well, I just wanted to be sure, because we require a high degree of dedication to our program.  No vacations or visitors?"

"Nope.  I was gonna work all summer and go home for a visit just before classes started back up," he said.

"Perfect," she replied with a grin. "Come by the office tomorrow."

She handed him a card.  Her name had been hand-written over another blocked out name.

"Kinko's.  Can't get anything right the first time," she said with a shrug.  "See you tomorrow, Ted."

He waved as she walked away, her ass just as fine as the rest of her.

---

Ted arrived at the lab and let himself in.  It was a typical affair with Bunson burners, test tubes and computers everywhere.  An young man in a lab coat was peering into a microscope and didn't seem to notice his arrival.

"Excuse me," Ted asked.  The man slowly looked up, peering at him over his glasses.  "I'm looking for Professor Beauchamp?"

"Doctor Beauchamp," he said with a sigh.  "Right this way."

He put his hands in his lab coat pockets and took Ted over to an open office at the back of the lab.  Ted immediately recognized the blonde locks of the Doctor bopping back and forth in her chair.  The other man rapped on the door.

"Donna!" he called.  She jumped a little and turned, pulling headphones from her ears.

"What?  Oh!" she said upon spotting Ted.  "Fred, right?  Glad you could make it.  Nelson, this is one of our volunteers."

The man's demeanor suddenly changed as he turned and shook Ted's hand. "Oh, why didn't you say so!  Welcome aboard, Fred."

"It's 'Ted,' actually," he corrected with a wan smile.  Nelson departed into another side room while the doctor came out of her office.

"Ted, I'm sorry. I'm horrible with names.  Let's go and get you checked in, all right?" she said, directing him to another small room that looked a bit like a doctor's office.

What followed was a series of simple tests and measurements to create a baseline for Ted's physiology.  He was 5'10", 156 lbs, blue eyes, brown hair with average blood pressure and pulse rate.  He didn't smoke, drink excessively and had never had any sexually transmitted diseases.  The doctor smiled at the results and said Ted was a perfect candidate for their test.

"Great.  When do I get the shot?" he asked, taking another casual glance at her cleavage.

"Oh, right away," she said as Nelson came in with a tray.

"Well, no time like the present, i guess.  I'm looking forward to helping out around here," he said with a wink that the doctor either didn't see or ignored.

"Nelson will take care of your shot," she said, stepping out.

Nelson had Ted roll up his sleeve and then quickly stuck him with a needle, injecting a blue fluid into his arm.

"There, all done.  We'll come back and check on you soon," he said, picking up the tray.

"So when do I get paid?" he asked.

"As soon as the effects wear off," Nelson said, pulling the door shut.

Ted rubbed his arm as he sat on the exam table.  "I wonder what this one'll do..." he mused, looking intently at a diagram of the lungs that was posted on the wall in front of him.

A warm rush started to spread through his body and he found his breathing increasing.  Taking deeper and deeper breaths, his chest heaved and then seemed to start sticking out.  Glancing down, he noticed his pectoral muscles were bulging slightly.  Fearing an allergic reaction, he reached up to feel them.  They were squishy.

"Huh?" he said, pulling off his shirt and staring as the fleshy bumps continued to grow on his chest.  His face grew soft and his lips puffed up a bit.  He reached up and squeezed his chest again, feeling a hardening nipple in his palm.

"Awww shit.  Looks like there was a mix-up," he said as his voice cracked.  He was worried that they'd stuck him with something they'd planned for women or something.  He was about to call for help when a sharp jolt hit him between his legs.  Wincing, he felt between his legs and received a shock.  Pulling off his pants and underwear, he saw a pussy in his crotch.

"My Junk!" he hollered as his hair grew out, his waist slimmed and his hips widened.  He stood up and turned around, looking at himself in a full length mirror.

Speechless, he just stared at the fine tits and ass that had just appeared on his body.

The door reopened and Doctor Beauchamp came in with a stopwatch.  "Two minutes, 22 seconds," she said, making a note on her clipboard.  She looked at him carefully.

"Ted, how do you feel?" she asked calmly.

Ted's mind was still reeling, but new thoughts were beginning to take hold.

"I feel fine ... Mistress," she said, falling to her knees and sitting up straight. "How may I serve you?"

The doctor looked surprised and stopped the watch.  "Two minutes, 42 seconds for mental sublimation," she said.  Nelson stepped in behind her.

"Wow, that's the quickest one yet," he said.  Ted looked up at the male doctor with a lustful expression.  She scooted closer and pawed at his pants.  He pushed her away, trying to fend her off.

"Ted, stop that," Beauchamp said.  Ted couldn't resist the order.  She stopped immediately and sat their dutifully, resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to tear Nelson's pants off.

"Stand up," she said, and Ted dutifully obeyed.  "Follow Nelson to your room, but do not have sex with him."

Nelson whined.

"You can play with her tonight when after your done with the next batch of samples," she insisted.  "It's not like she can go anywhere else until the effect wears off.  IF it wears off."

Nelson sighed. "Oh, come on, Don.  Maybe let that go.  We're doing this to replicate the effect so we can figure out how to reverse it for you."

She smirked and adjusted a bra strap. "Easy for you to say, Nelson.  No one is drooling over 'your' cleavage."

Nelson shook his head and led Ted out another door on the other side of the examination room.  In this hallway, there were sounds of moaning, creaking and screaming coming from several rooms.

"Room number six," he said, ushering Ted inside.  "Now stay here, Teddi, and do whatever the nice men say when they come to you, okay?"

Description
Ted was staring blankly at the bulletin board full of summer job options when an incredible-looking blonde stepped up and pinned some notes to the board.  She quickly noticed him gaping and blushed a little.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry.  It's just ... You're very pretty," he said, trying to cover up his rudeness.  She grinned.

"Yes, thank you.  I get that a lot," she said.  He glanced at the notice she was posting.

"Chemical trials?  What's that about?" he asked.

"Well ... We're looking for volunteers to try out one in a series of new drugs we're working up.  One shot and that's it.  Then we monitor the side effects.  We'll even pay you and let you work near the lab so we can keep a close eye on you," she said with a wink.

"Really?" Ted said.  He'd be able to see her every day and get paid!  "Well, I'm a Chemistry major, so I'd love to help out."

"You are?  Well that's great!  I'm Donna," she said, offering a hand.

"Ted," he said, getting a thrill from watching her boobs bounce while they shook hands.

"So, Ted. Do you have any plans for the next two weeks?" she asked.  He swallowed hard.

"Um, no," he admitted.

"Well, I just wanted to be sure, because we require a high degree of dedication to our program.  No vacations or visitors?"

"Nope.  I was gonna work all summer and go home for a visit just before classes started back up," he said.

"Perfect," she replied with a grin. "Come by the office tomorrow."

She handed him a card.  Her name had been hand-written over another blocked out name.

"Kinko's.  Can't get anything right the first time," she said with a shrug.  "See you tomorrow, Ted."

He waved as she walked away, her ass just as fine as the rest of her.

---

Ted arrived at the lab and let himself in.  It was a typical affair with Bunson burners, test tubes and computers everywhere.  An young man in a lab coat was peering into a microscope and didn't seem to notice his arrival.

"Excuse me," Ted asked.  The man slowly looked up, peering at him over his glasses.  "I'm looking for Professor Beauchamp?"

"Doctor Beauchamp," he said with a sigh.  "Right this way."

He put his hands in his lab coat pockets and took Ted over to an open office at the back of the lab.  Ted immediately recognized the blonde locks of the Doctor bopping back and forth in her chair.  The other man rapped on the door.

"Donna!" he called.  She jumped a little and turned, pulling headphones from her ears.

"What?  Oh!" she said upon spotting Ted.  "Fred, right?  Glad you could make it.  Nelson, this is one of our volunteers."

The man's demeanor suddenly changed as he turned and shook Ted's hand. "Oh, why didn't you say so!  Welcome aboard, Fred."

"It's 'Ted,' actually," he corrected with a wan smile.  Nelson departed into another side room while the doctor came out of her office.

"Ted, I'm sorry. I'm horrible with names.  Let's go and get you checked in, all right?" she said, directing him to another small room that looked a bit like a doctor's office.

What followed was a series of simple tests and measurements to create a baseline for Ted's physiology.  He was 5'10", 156 lbs, blue eyes, brown hair with average blood pressure and pulse rate.  He didn't smoke, drink excessively and had never had any sexually transmitted diseases.  The doctor smiled at the results and said Ted was a perfect candidate for their test.

"Great.  When do I get the shot?" he asked, taking another casual glance at her cleavage.

"Oh, right away," she said as Nelson came in with a tray.

"Well, no time like the present, i guess.  I'm looking forward to helping out around here," he said with a wink that the doctor either didn't see or ignored.

"Nelson will take care of your shot," she said, stepping out.

Nelson had Ted roll up his sleeve and then quickly stuck him with a needle, injecting a blue fluid into his arm.

"There, all done.  We'll come back and check on you soon," he said, picking up the tray.

"So when do I get paid?" he asked.

"As soon as the effects wear off," Nelson said, pulling the door shut.

Ted rubbed his arm as he sat on the exam table.  "I wonder what this one'll do..." he mused, looking intently at a diagram of the lungs that was posted on the wall in front of him.

A warm rush started to spread through his body and he found his breathing increasing.  Taking deeper and deeper breaths, his chest heaved and then seemed to start sticking out.  Glancing down, he noticed his pectoral muscles were bulging slightly.  Fearing an allergic reaction, he reached up to feel them.  They were squishy.

"Huh?" he said, pulling off his shirt and staring as the fleshy bumps continued to grow on his chest.  His face grew soft and his lips puffed up a bit.  He reached up and squeezed his chest again, feeling a hardening nipple in his palm.

"Awww shit.  Looks like there was a mix-up," he said as his voice cracked.  He was worried that they'd stuck him with something they'd planned for women or something.  He was about to call for help when a sharp jolt hit him between his legs.  Wincing, he felt between his legs and received a shock.  Pulling off his pants and underwear, he saw a pussy in his crotch.

"My Junk!" he hollered as his hair grew out, his waist slimmed and his hips widened.  He stood up and turned around, looking at himself in a full length mirror.

Speechless, he just stared at the fine tits and ass that had just appeared on his body.

The door reopened and Doctor Beauchamp came in with a stopwatch.  "Two minutes, 22 seconds," she said, making a note on her clipboard.  She looked at him carefully.

"Ted, how do you feel?" she asked calmly.

Ted's mind was still reeling, but new thoughts were beginning to take hold.

"I feel fine ... Mistress," she said, falling to her knees and sitting up straight. "How may I serve you?"

The doctor looked surprised and stopped the watch.  "Two minutes, 42 seconds for mental sublimation," she said.  Nelson stepped in behind her.

"Wow, that's the quickest one yet," he said.  Ted looked up at the male doctor with a lustful expression.  She scooted closer and pawed at his pants.  He pushed her away, trying to fend her off.

"Ted, stop that," Beauchamp said.  Ted couldn't resist the order.  She stopped immediately and sat their dutifully, resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to tear Nelson's pants off.

"Stand up," she said, and Ted dutifully obeyed.  "Follow Nelson to your room, but do not have sex with him."

Nelson whined.

"You can play with her tonight when after your done with the next batch of samples," she insisted.  "It's not like she can go anywhere else until the effect wears off.  IF it wears off."

Nelson sighed. "Oh, come on, Don.  Maybe let that go.  We're doing this to replicate the effect so we can figure out how to reverse it for you."

She smirked and adjusted a bra strap. "Easy for you to say, Nelson.  No one is drooling over 'your' cleavage."

Nelson shook his head and led Ted out another door on the other side of the examination room.  In this hallway, there were sounds of moaning, creaking and screaming coming from several rooms.

"Room number six," he said, ushering Ted inside.  "Now stay here, Teddi, and do whatever the nice men say when they come to you, okay?"