Once again, Dr. Graves laughed maniacally.
His oldest son, Edgar, wasn't particularly valuable. He had two other sons, and a daughter. Besides, Edgar would make a great wolfman master seargent for the forces. It would also impress the more squeamish of the generals, him sacrificing his own (worthless) first born son to the forces.
Besides, Edgar burgled his laboratory. This was a fitting punishment.
Graves watched his screen.
"Uh, Marilyn, you alright?" asked Edgar, as his girl gave a out a wheeze."
"Marilyn weighed less, so she'd transform first," thought Graves.
"I'm better than O.K," she said, lightly.
She was green in the face.
"I'm better than O.K," she repeated.
This time she did look better to Edgar, somehow more sexy than ever before.
His gaped at her.
Her boobs were growing, stretching the fabric of her sweater. Growing, growing, growing, RIIIIIP. They ripped through, and bounced softly onto her chest.
He watched as her clothes strained as she grew a couple inches in size, streching as what was left of her sweater grew skin-tight, and her mini-skirt became too mini to hide her cunt.
"Dad did it this time," said Edgar, wondering what kind of a man the formula would make him. Luckily, the bottle had said "unisex."
More importantly, he wanted to fuck his girl. That is . . .
He gaped at her again. Her blond hair was turning black as his, it was growing shaggy. Her blue eyes went amber. Her sweater was ripping to shreds, as two pairs of boobs grew on the lower parts of her chest, smaller than the originals, but still humongous. Her teeth sharpened into fangs, and her long fingernails stretched into claws. Her formally small feet burst through her shoes, emerging as rather hairy paws.
Edgar was attracted to this beast-like beauty. She was hot, that made up for her unnatural appearance. She was letting off a host of pheranomes. That increased his desire. Plus, the fact that his own transformation was about to begin, the he-wolf would soon become irrestibly attracted to his mate.
Edgar was aware that it was only a matter of time before he changed. He rushed to a nearby phone booth to call his dad.