Dr. Graves was proud that he was finally going to get recognition for his work. He joyously sang along with his radio, thinking of the new and improved Crushlandian military he was about to create.
As he was driving by the park, he noticed his son's car. He was proud to see his son making out with a local girl. From what he could see, she was well endowed.
"Like Father, like son," he thought.
He rushed home to his mansion, and then sped down to his basement laboratory. He was something of a mad scientist, and among his many tools was a spy set. He put on the set, fiddled with the dials for a moment, and got his son and the girl, just as they were putting their clothes back on. Since he was a mad scientist, he saw them through bright technicolor lenses, ordinary color wasn't good enough for him.
The girl was a platinum blond, in a tight fitting sweater. She was thin down to her hips. Her hips curved outward luciously, and her wide thighs hinted of the prize concealed within the tight fitting minishirt.
His son was blackhaired, with a large jaw and ears that protruded from the sides of his head. He was average height, average build, had an average leer.
"Oh," said the girl. "That was great, I just love being with you."
"Ditto," said Graves's son. "And you'll love being with me even more, I've got something for you."
"Ooh," she laughed. "Let me have it."
"Sure," said Graves junior. "This bottle I swiped from my dad's secret laboratory. It'll enhance our fun."
Graves laughed maniacally. The bottle was going to transform the girl into a highly seductive she-wolf, a perfect specimen with which to wow the generals. A prototype for the mutant soldiers to come.
The girl drank. But so did Graves's son.