After his morning treatment, Martin was jovial, cracking jokes and smiling through lunch. By dinner, his mood had drastically changed. He was distant, just chewing and staring into space. Suddenly he doubled over, his eyes went wide and he ran back to test subject housing.
We followed him but he slammed the door to his suite and wouldn’t answer us.
We heard another scream, start deep and guttural rising to a piercing shrill.
We forced the door open.
Martin was curled up on the floor looking up at us in shame. Despite the transformation, we could still see the resemblance. It was like looking at his sister.
“The tests are a lie!” Martin spat! “They seemed to work at first! My dick was huge this morning! Then it started to shrink! The nurse said it would a little but it didn’t stop! Then the fucking tits started and….It’s fucking GONE!” The woman opened her legs to reveal her pussy.
We all stepped back in shock and panic.
We had all signed the commitment forms, and this was a closed study.
We were all locked in and I was the next one up for treatment!