>>5838757Your syringe moved from one woman to the next, cleansed with <Purify> between each use and reloaded with the micro-chimeric solution from your nearby basin each time. The changes weren’t instantaneous by any means, but the initial pains and convulsions attested to SOMETHING happening. Each woman was placed in a room—almost a cell, but at least padded and furnished to some bare degree for human comfort—to be observed.
>77 vs 70One by one, they changed. Each and every one underwent a similar metamorphosis, albeit not identical or at identical rates. It began with peeling skin, like a bad sunburn, and abdominal cramps. Those who were of the right age for menstruation underwent what could be called an especially bad cycle in tandem with the shucking of their outer layer. You were repulsed to see it, and more than a little embarrassed to observe so many naked women regardless of their age, attractiveness, or the medical necessity of it, let alone to document their ‘womanly problems’. Your master insisted, though.
“How are you ever going to achieve greatness in your field if natural processes and social stigmas hold you back?” the Archmage Henzler asked you rhetorically. “I will not countenance such squeamishness in an apprentice. I do not train fools or weaklings, Van Houtzmann.”
And so, again, you stiffened your spine and squinted your eyes… And beheld. You beheld as their new skin blossomed with uneven mosaics of greenish scales, sticker and rougher on some and finer on others. The patches interlocked over time, unlike the initial dragonpox infection. Their nails fell out and, alarming—even their teeth in a few cases, as the physical structure of the body underwent subtle changes—lengthening of jaws, flattening of heads and bros, mild hair-loss across the head and/or body. At first it seemed a function of age—that an older recipient of your treatment would find herself more lizardlike than young woman—but over time that proved a false positive, as Cosetta began to grow a mall but undeniable TAIL from the base of her spine, while older and younger test subjects did not.
Eventually, the transformations subsided, producing an array of women who were—to your untrained eye, never having observed a full-blooded lizardperson—a clan of intermediate hybrids of humanoid reptilian form. Some were barely changed at all—snake-eyed, perhaps fork-tongued, scaly across large swathes of skin, but still otherwise, outwardly, human. Others were half-bestial, hideous to your sensibilities, but still strong, capable, and no longer in pain… And stable.
Every single one of the women was physically fit once more, and their transformation, wherever it had seen fit to end itself, HAD ended.
