John decides to mix himself with a spider. He'd never been afraid of them, but he knew that most people had a deep seeded fear of spiders, all the better to help him along in his revenge....
John tapped a few keys on the Chronivac and began the process.
Quickly John felt the changes start. His skin began to toughen almost immediatley. Starting at the tips of his fingers he felt a black shell forming out of his previously soft flesh. His fingers merged into three thick digits each tipped with a wickedly sharp claw. Thick hairs pushed through the backs of his arms as the chitonous shell wroked its way over his body. As it reached his chest he felt himself being pulled upwards, like his ribcage was growing longer. John saw more than felt lumps growing out of the side of his torso where he'd grown which quickly formed into two more sets of arms. John flexed the claws on his new hands, feeling the strength in them and smiled, pleased with his new additions.
Next John felt his chest tightening up as new muscle formed on his chest and back thickening his body as the black shell encased his torso. The front of his chest remained pale as his back darkened and was covered with thick hairs, almost like spines. His chest was incredibly muscled, and the hard shell that was now his skin defined a perfect six-pack. Next the changes swept upwards and downwards from his body - moving first into his head. John felt his neck thicken, swelling with muscle and move slightly further away from his body. His new neck was strong yet more flexible than before.
He felt his teeth sharpen, and suddenly two small mandibles pushed out from the corners of his mouth. They grew quickly into deadly-looking spikes, and he clacked them together, smiling wickedly with his new sharper teeth and fangs. He could feel the venom being produced in his mandibles, just waiting to be injected into unwilling prey. John closed his eyes as the changes washed over the top of his head, and when he opened them again he could see much more clearly than he ever had. His eyes had reformed into 4 sets, spaced evenly up his now slightly elongated head. He could see fantastically, even the darkest corners of his room seemed perfecly well lit.
Meanwhile, Johns lower body had been changing as well, his legs thickened with muscle, and his feet grew long claws as well. John felt an odd pressure as the final change took hold and he grew a great bulbous abdomen from his backside. He could feel it swelling out behind him and filling with webbing to catch his prey. He instinctivley knew he could work his new spinerettes to draw silk from it, and reached down with one of his lower arms to pull some out.
It was thick and ropey, but shone like it was wet. It didn't stick to his hands at all, but he touched some of it to the ceiling and it held fast. The feeling of it pulling from his spinners was almost orgasmic, and John pulled a bit more and felt himself absorbing the silk back in. It felt almost as good as spinning it out and as he did it John felt himself pulled up off the ground. It felt completely natural to him as he twisted his strong and flexible new body around and grabbed onto the ceiling, sticking there as if glued.
John felt extremely good. Like he could run a marathon if he had to. He leaned back and pulled in a great lungfull of air before releasing it in a great shriek. To everyone closeby it sounded like a terrible unearlthy creature screaming in anger, but to John it sounded like music to his ears...