Transmorphic Compound, a theoretical “smart” liquid capable of causing rapid cell mutation and DNA restructuring on the fly. The possibilities were almost endless. Rick was almost hard with anticipation as he paced the lab excitedly, waiting for his step son to return home.
When Brendon finally slammed the door behind him, Rick rushed upstairs. The teen’s eyes were bloodshot and sleepy, he was incredibly high. Perfect!
“Brendon, I’m glad you’re back!” Rick said excitedly. “I have a little experiment I need help with, can’t do it myself.”
“Huh?” The teen gaped stupidly. “Oh, yeah, sure, man! I can… sure.”
“Great!” Rick grabbed his step son’s hand and pulled the awkward drugged out teen downstairs with him.
They now stood in the basement.
“I’ll need you to undress.” Rick gulped.
“Whoa!” Brendon swayed gently. “That isn’t cool, Rick dude. I don’t…”
“Just for a few minutes for the experiment. We don’t want you to bond with your clothing, now do we?”
“Oh, yeah!” The teen nodded, too blazed to really think about it and as Rick knew highly suggestive. “That makes sense.”
As Brendon stripped, Rick hurriedly put the machine to work. He opened the closet and flipped several master switches. He opened a panel and gently poured the now cooled red fluid into a container within. With a huge breath, he stared at the slot above and wondered what kind of change he wanted to apply.
“Now, just step in, here!” Rick said with a false smile, opening the door for his naked and lanky step son. Brendon stepped into the chamber and Rick’s heart jumped. He quickly closed the door and swung the heavy locking bar into place. Brendon was effectively trapped inside and at Rick’s whim.
And now, the mad scientist breathed, what did he want to do? Brendon turned around, covering his crotch, and stared at the big fan spinning above his head, still too stoned to realize what was happening.