“Oh, why?” I asked. “It’s just my husband watching me work.”
“You are not working at our labs,” she pointed out. “Instead, you are working for your husband’s company, Beauty Technology, LLC.”
“So? He’s my husband. I help him out with his start up.”
“I had thought to fire you as well when we terminated your husband, but HR had advise me you might have a lawsuit if I did that.”
I nodded my head. “And if you fire me because I’m still married to him, I will sue you.”
Her smile grew. She leaned forward. “When you were hired, you signed an employment contract. It forbade you from working for a competitor while in our employ. And since your husband has set up a rival company and, by the proof on this video, you were working for him, you are in violation of that clause.”
I swallowed.
“Therefore, you are terminated for cause. You will not receive a severance package or a letter of recommendation. Security is collecting your personal belongings from your desk. Ms. Wilson will escort you to the main doors.”
My hand casually touched the vials in my pocket. The lab coat was my personal property, I never had liked the material of the cheap ones the company provided—it always made my skin itched. Looks like I had pulled off one last theft.
I hoped this next compound worked.
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Frank
I was surprised when my wife troop down into the basement. I frowned, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Why are you home so early?”
Alice pulled three vials of florescent-green liquid out of her lab coat pocket. “I got the phosphate-3-fluoride-2-benzoid. More than enough for now.”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, staring at her round face. “What’s wrong? Why are you home so early?”
Her face fell. “I was fired.”
“For theft?” I asked.
She shook her head. “For helping out your company. They discovered your Youtube page and decided that my participation was a violation of my employment contract. I don’t even get my severance.”
My face fell; I had, at least, received that. “I’m so sorry, pumpkin.”
“Don’t be,” she said with a shrug and a smile. “They are a terrible company. Let’s get to work on this new compound. I just know it’s going to work. I have a great feeling about it.”
“Okay,” I smiled.
We went to work. It was fun, sitting side by side, the exhaust hood roaring away as we mixed the chemicals beneath it. Our arms kept brushing as we worked, and we shared blushing smiles. It was almost like we were newlyweds again.
Though Alice had been twenty pounds lighter back then.
After a few hours of work, and more strain to my poor back, I stared at the test tube. The greenish-yellow liquid swirled with something creamy almost dissolved in it. I held up the vial, shivering in delight. “I really think we’ve cracked it.” Then I sighed. “It’s a shame we don’t have any mice that we can test on yet. I think we need a few more days before the next lot of mice is ready for testing.”
My wife snatched it from my hand and grabbed a syringe. She plunged the needle through the rubber top of the test tube, drawing out 5ccs into it. She tapped it a few times, getting out the air bubbles.
“Alice, what are you doing?”
“Testing it,” she smiled. “I know this one is it.”
Before I could stop her, she pushed her lab coat to the side, hefted up her skirt, and plunged the needle into her buttocks. The plunger depressed and she shivered as the greenish liquid pumped into her veins.
“Jesus, Alice!” I gasped. “You don’t know if it’s safe.”
She smiled at me. “Ooh, my, it’s getting a little warm in here.” She giggled. “Yep, definitely warm.”
I grabbed my smart phone and began recording, the scientist in me needing to document what would happen even as my stomach churned with fear. “Are there any other sensations your feeling?”
“Sensations,” she giggled again. “What a funny word. Sensation. What is a sen and why would it need to be sationed?”
“What?” I gaped. “Are you okay, pumpkin?”
“Pumpkin! Yes! That’s a word I love. I’m your cute, beautiful pumpkin.”
“The compound seems to be having some effect on her cognitive process.” That was very troubling.
“What’s with the big words? I don’t know that one. Cog..cogti…cogtive?”
“You’re not thinking straight.”
“How do you think straight?” Her face furrowed like she was concentrating. “I’m trying to think straight, but my thoughts seem to be scattered around.” She waved her hand before her face. “Boy, it is hot in here. Are you hot?”
“No.”
Alice beamed. “Are you sure? Because you look smokin’ hot. Mmm, I love your tight body.” She shrugged out of her lab coat, standing in her loose, flowery dress. She worked on the buttons of her blouse.
“What are you doing, pumpkin?”
“I told you, I feel hot,” she giggled. “It’s too hot for clothing. Maybe you should strip, too. I love looking at your naked body.”
Panic filled me. Something was going really wrong. She never spoke like that. “Alice. I think we need to take you to the hospital.”
“Why, silly?” she giggled, her dress falling to the floor. “I’m hot, not dying!” She reached behind her, unfastening her bra. Despite her plump figure, her breasts were still small. “You’re hot, I’m hot!” She pinched a nipple. “Look at how hot I am, Frank.”
“Another side-effect seems to be a rampant libido,” I said for the phone while still filming my naked wife with it.
She wiggled out of her panties, shaking her ass at me. It was plump as always. She smacked it. “I’m so hot! Don’t you just want me, Frank?”
Her voice seemed different. Higher pitched. More girlish.
And then I noticed her ass. It was shrinking. The change was slow at first, but her waist was slimming, her ass growing perky and bubbly, and her thighs sleek and long. She turned, her small breasts ballooning, her nipples growing fat and hard. Her breasts kept swelling, like all the fat from her thighs and belly was heading right for her tits.
And they were beautiful tits, bouncing with all the perkiness of an eighteen year old. Alice’s face beamed, the plumpness to her cheeks and chin were gone, her lips lush, her eyes full of eager, vapid lust. She let out a giggle as she clapped her hands.
“Look at my tits bounce.” She jumped more, looking down at them. “Ooh, they’re so big and round. Just the way you want them, Frank.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, my throat dry.
“Yippee, your injection thingy worked.”
“The compound.”
“Yes, that’s the word.” She giggled again. “I should know that. The phoswhatsit-benzien worked! I’m so happy! And sexy.”
“But…It’s made you so…”
“Hot?”
“Stupid.”
She giggled again. “Like I’m a sexy bimbo.” Her hand slid down her flat belly, scratching at her bare pussy. Where had her pubic hair gone? “And I’m still so hot. Right here.” She pushed a pair of fingers inside her pussy. “Oh, Frank, this is…amazing!”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“You made me beautiful!” she squealed again. “I love you so much! Let me show you how much I love you.”
Never once in our marriage had my wife been the sexually aggressive one. She could be passionate, but she always needed me to get things going with romance, kissing, and petting. Today, she rushed me, pressing those wonderful tits right into my face.
She was so different. Alice had always been uptight, and there were so many things we’ve never done. Maybe we could do them.
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