Professor Wayne Glotzky stared flabbergasted at the security footage. The guard who'd been on duty had his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he played with his erection watching Gina's breasts form into hardened pecs for the fifth time.
The professor could hardly stop from joining in. What had the bastard discovered to change like that?
"Think you can figure out what she, uhh he? Did?" The guard asked.
Wayne replayed the crucial scene again. Then nodded. He couldn't begin to guess why it worked. He went to the chemical cabinet, withdrew coal, a vial of blue liquid, some empty vials, and syringes.
"We need test subjects and someone's DNA." Wayne glanced at the oversized pudgy security guard. "Not yours."
"I don't want to be me either. But I'll be the subject. Being a Latino might be nice. They're supposed to have thick dicks."
"Hmmm. To the gym!" The professor slipped several half prepared vials in his coat pocket along with the needles.
"What do you think? Swimmers? Wrestlers? Football player?"