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One of them, a bright redhead, looked to her companion and spoke.\n\n“So why do you think we’re here?”\n\nMaroon cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean, like philosophically or just in general?”\n\n“In general,” The redhead answered, “I mean the doc’s got stuff like this at his place, why’d we need to come to this chem lab?”\n\nMaroon stretched and put her hands behind her head, “Don’t know and don’t care, so long as I get paid and he don’t try no kinky crap with it on us.”\n\n“I can agree with ya. I mean I’m still cleaning my suit from when he used that thirsty ray on us,” she replied.\n\n“For the tenth time, it was called the Arousal Amplifier and I made it up to you all by paying for the cleaning,” came the voice of an elderly goat man who approached the two.\n\nHe wore a white lab coat with black gloves, boots and pants. A pair of green goggles rested on his forehead, just under the base of his brown horns and roots of his grey hair. Walking behind him was a large, muscular black jackal who was three feet taller than the old goat. He wore a purple leotard with a few pieces of copper colored armor and a spiky purple collar. The two girls looked at their boss with annoyance.\n\n“You still took advantage of us, Doc. Not cool,” said the redhead.\n\n“How long is it gonna be before we get going, Boss?” asked the marooned haired gal.\n\n“Just about finished. It should probably be done right about....” He paused and heard a ding from behind them, “Now!” \n\nHe turned back towards a piece of complex machinery with his jackal companion and the two women following them. The machine had a strange faucet-like protrusion similar to a soda machine and under it was a glass flask filled with a milky white liquid. The Doctor pulled the flask from the dispensary section and placed a cork into the flask and smiled, then chuckled. \n\n“Finally, after months of research, my latest creation is completed!” He said holding the flask up triumphantly, “Now all that need be done is-”\n\nBOOM! A great crashing sound came from the near distance and shook the four figures up.\n\n“What was that?!” said the maroon haired minion.\n\nSuddenly, another couple of women came through the formerly guarded entrance. The pair were dressed similar to their compatriots and even shared similar body types.\n\n“What the hell is going on?!” the Doctor demanded, “You’re supposed to be guarding the entrances!”\n\n“Sorry, boss but he’s here,” said one of the women.\n\n“Who?” The Doctor asked before another of his minions flew through the doors.\n\nAs the jackal caught this minion, the goat man turned his eyes towards the doors as a muscular dog man in a yellow bodysuit with blue accents and a cape flowing off his back. He stood up tall and proud like the symbol of justice most people thought of him as and pointed towards the diabolical doctor proclaiming, “It’s over, Dr. Satyr! Your devious designs are doomed to failure now that I am here!” \n\n“We shall see about that, Mr. Dynamic!” Satyr responded before gesturing to his jackal minion, “Hans! Sic ‘im!”\n\n“Of course, Doctor!” The Jackal answered before lunging at the gaudily garbed hero and began to trade blows with him. Mr. Dynamic dodged one or two punches but briefly received one on the jaw that threw him back close to the door. He however managed to right himself in the air and flew towards Hans and landed a few punches of his own.\n\nAs their battle continued, the footage screen minimized and moved to the right of a young man dressed in business casual, who began to speak, “And that’s most of the best footage we managed to get from Fitch Chemical on the encounter last night between lesser-known resident hero Mr. Dynamic and sexually based villain Dr. Satyr. Any remaining footage was damaged along with the security cameras recording the ensuing battle between Dynamic and Johannes ‘Hans’ Abraham, Dr. Satyr’s primary muscle. While Dr. Satyr managed to escape along with most of his minions referred to as ‘The Mammazons’, Abraham was defeated and captured along with Dr. Satyr’s mysterious concoction. Abraham is currently being held in police custody while his cohorts are on the run. Officials say-”\n\n“Hey Breanna, are you coming?” Said a voice away from the monitor. \n\nThe lanky redhead cow turned from her computer and looked to her doorway, seeing her caracal roommate Chelsea. She was a curvy feline with straight brown hair immaculately styled along with a pretty sharp top and pants that complemented her figure. Breanna blinked at her.\n\n“Huh? What is it, Chelsea?” She asked.\n\n“Hello~! Classes are gonna start soon and you don’t even look ready.”\n\nThe cowgirl blinked in surprise and glanced back at her monitor, finding the time in the bottom right corner telling her it was 10 minutes away from her classes starting. She had gotten so distracted by Oracle Online’s new video while she was having breakfast that she hadn’t even finished her cereal or put on some pants. \n\n“CRAP!” She said, scrambling to finish her cereal and slurping up the milk before practically leaping over to her dresser. \n\nChelsea sighed and put her hand in her right palm, “Augh! Jeez. I’m going on ahead. Catch up if you can.”\n\nThe caracal said as she turned away and walked to the door of their dorm. Breanna threw on a pair of denim pants, briefly struggling to get them on in a hurry. After getting them zipped up, she grabbed her wallet, phone, keys and book bag before sprinting out the door. As she went down the hall, she nearly ran into another resident and student. It was their neighbor Jake.\n\n“Hey Breanna,” He said as he moved out of her way.\n\n“Hey Jake! Can’t talk! Gotta Run!” the cowgirl responded.\n\n“Ok! See you in class later!” He called back.\n\nBreanna got out of the dorm and caught up to Chelsea as they walked with other students to their classes. She panted slightly as she caught up.\n\n“Jeez, Chelse, you could’ve waited up for me.”\n\n“Hey don’t lump me in with your bad habits. Honestly, you’re acting more like a high school student than a college student,” She glanced at her bovid friend, “You could probably pass for one too.”\n\nBreanna gave her friend an annoyed glare, “Oh shut up! You know I’m already self-conscious about that.” \n\nThe red haired cowgirl looked around at their female peers as they walked further towards campus. Though not all of them were voluptuous bombshells, many of the women were fairly curved or tall in elegant feminine ways granted to them by puberty and genetics. Meanwhile, she had not grown much beyond her early high school years; Still only 5’9” and breasts that were less than a handful each. She felt depressed at these thoughts and Chelsea picked up on her friend’s sadness as she quickly regretted her own words. She felt like trying to cheer her up.\n\n“Hey not everybody gets so big during puberty. Everybody grows different and you could be a bit of a late bloomer,” Chelsea suggested in a comforting manner.\n\n“Tell that to my sisters and mom, all three of which are taller and bustier than me,” her cow friend responded.\n\n“Well, there’s always body modification surgeries these days like Nanotech Implant injections or Genetic Therapy if you really wanted to change your appearance,” Chelsea suggested.\n\nBreanna pondered this, “I guess...but I don’t know. I’m worried I’d seem kind of fakey if I did one of those. Plus they can be kind of pricey for college student budgets like ours.”\n\n“Just a thought, especially since I hear that very few people can tell the difference in the change for those,” Her friend said before adding, “Of course, your appearance won’t mean much if you’re not perceived right.”\n\n“What do you mean?” \n\n“Well, no offense but you do kind of have slightly childish behaviors with the whole superhero fandom thing.”\n\nBreanna briefly stopped, “What?! Excuse me but did you forget we live in a world of superheroes! What’s so wrong about having admiration for them?” \n\n“I don’t know it all just seems kind of silly to me when it’s done by guys and gals in spandex or leather punching weirdos in equally weird costumes,” Chelsea responded and continued to walk on campus.\n\n“These people put their lives on the line and we have them to thank for us being able to live in peace,” Breanna said, catching up to her.\n\n“Wasn’t there an alien invasion just a week ago?”\n\n“Attempted alien invasion,” Breanna corrected her, “The Guild of Guardians kicked that fleet’s slimy butts back into space. Besides, I don’t know how you can call their costumes silly when you’re working to be a costume designer for the theatre.”\n\n“Hey, that’s just a fallback in case my fashion designer aspirations don’t work out,” Chelsea said, “Besides what are your plans for a career? Be a superhero?”\n\nBreanna fell silent for a long moment and looked away with a blush. 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I don’t see any cybernetics on her,” Chelsea responded.\n\nBreanna opened her mouth to say something but suddenly stopped, “Yeah, that surprised me too.”\n\n“But if she’s a cyborg, how did you recognize her without the metal bits?” \n\n“I’ve seen shots of her in profile and I’m damn sure that’s her-”\n\n“Aw come on, honey. I’m just curious,” came a loud and obnoxious voice from the direction they were looking.\n\nIt was from the guy talking directly to Joanna, a tall persian cat with a pretty fit build and wore a varsity jacket and shorts. Joanna looked at him in annoyance.\n\n“I just said what it was and I’m not your honey,” Joanna said back with a hint of irritation.\n\n“Don’t be like that. In most photos I’ve seen of ya online, you’ve got these metallic bits here and there on you,” He said, “Are those just for show or something?”\n\n“As I said, I’ve upgraded. I’m using more advanced technology so I don’t have to look like that all the time. Now let me through-”\n\n“Really now? Maybe you could show me more,” He said, putting his hand on her arm.\n\n“What?”\n\n“Come on, I’m curious how much of you is machine and how much is woman~” He said in a slightly flirtatious manner as he started to lean in closer to her.\n\nBreanna started to move toward the scene and Chelsea moved her hand to grab for her phone at the blatant assault but they soon stopped when the cat guy screamed in pain. He was screaming as Joanna tightly gripped his hand that his fingers were starting to splay out in an unnatural way. Before anyone could fully register this, Joanna quickly moved around her grip on his hand, flipped him over her shoulder and threw him to the ground with his arm bent almost backwards, her knee digging into his back. The cat screamed. \n\n“AHHHHH! YOU CRAZY BITCH! MY HAND! LET GO OF MY HAND!”\n\n“I don’t like when people touch me when I don’t want them to like most women,” Joanna said before letting his arm go, “I am all woman and hope this taught you and your friends a lesson.”\n\nShe stepped away from him and shot his two friends a look. Both slightly jumped a little at the before helping their friend up and getting him away from the scene with the cat muttering a few choice expletives under his breath. A small crowd had actually gathered around the scene as it had gone on but dispersed when Joanna looked at them. Chelsea was a little weary at the scene.\n\n\n“So, you idolize people like her?” The Caracal asked as she turned to her friend and was met with her ecstatic expression. Breanna’s eyes were as big as her grin from what she had just witnessed.\n\n“That was so cool!” She said excitedly, “That’s what I’m talking about! Giving jerks and bad guys their just desserts! Did you see how she flipped that asshole on his back with a WHAM! And then she-”\n\nBeep-beep! Beep-beep! \n\nBreanna was interrupted by a sound coming from her pocket. She pulled out the source, her phone, and looked at it.\n\n“Oh crap! I’m almost late for class!” Breanna said, “Catch later, Chels! Gotta go!” \n\nThe cowgirl dashed off while her friend waved at her before heading towards her own class. Breanna scrambled towards the nearby building and came to her class. She slowly opened the door to see the decently sized lecture room with some sparsely seated students and the professor down near the white board. The bovid girl attempted to slip into the room unnoticed by closing the door as quietly as she could and snag one of the seats in the back. As she was about to take her seat though-\n\n“Ms. Breanna Cassen,” a deep yet soothing voice from the front of the class, “How nice of you to join us.”\n\nBreanna looked to the front to see the professor, a duck in his fifties or so dressed in a suit and sitting in a somewhat futuristic looking wheelchair. His head feathers pulled back and showed his prominent forehead wrinkles. She gave an embarrassed but surprised smile.\n\n“Hello, Dr. Kaye. I’m sorry I’m late...but how did you know my name?” She asked before suggesting, “Did you use your psychic powers to probe my mind and figure out who I was?”\n\nDr. Kaye chuckled, “Hehehe, an interesting idea but no. I’ve signed an agreement with the college not to use my telepathy on the premise unless given expressed permission or under particular circumstances.”\n\n“Then how did you?” asked another student.\n\n“Deductive reasoning. I have the list of students who signed up for my class and given the majority of them already signed in, I made an educated guess,” He explained, “Now, Ms. Cassen if you would please take a seat near the front here, we can begin.”\n\nBreanna’s ears lowered and blush spread across her face as she came down to the front of the class and took her seat.\n\nDr. Kaye cleared his throat and began.\n\n“Welcome, students to the first class of Superhuman Studies 101. I am your instructor Dr. Patrick Kaye or Prof. Kaye if you would prefer. In this course, we will be looking at the history of superbeings, particularly superheroes and villains and how they have affected our world and society. We will be looking at different historical periods and figures for those periods. Before we start, we must classify what is a superhero, villain or super being?”\n\nDr. Kaye pressed a few buttons on a remote in his hand that dimmed the lights and brought up a projection on a silhouetted figure.\n\n“A super being in the basic sense is a person with a particular skill or trait or a number of both that is viewed as exceptional among other people. Sometimes a super being might be a person who has acquired incredible and specialized knowledge that they put to use while at other times, a super being might possess a physical trait that makes them very different from the average person. These traits can occur due to genetics, contact with a unique object or granted to them by another party. It is what people choose to do with such skills or abilities that makes them fall usually in one of two categories-”\n\nThe avian instructor pressed the remote and the projection changed to a figure in skin-tight bodysuit with a cape and another figure in a bizarre and slightly eerie-looking costume.\n\n“Superhero and Supervillain. Superheroes are usually described as individuals with incredible abilities which they usually use for the benefit of their fellow man. Commonly they act as a deterrent for criminal activities or aiding in extraordinary circumstances like natural disasters and similar calamities. I myself was once a superhero. I was part of the second generation of the Heroes’ Brigade with the perhaps not-so flattering moniker of Dr. Quack.”\n\nHis last mention, illicting some surprised gasps but also a couple chuckles at the mention of his alias.\n\n“Yes, yes. I’ve retired from that life with the focus on helping teach others who might have similar abilities or might wish to go on a similar path. Now, back to the lecture. Supervillains on the other hand are somewhat the opposite. These individuals seek to use their skills or abilities for their own gain and have no qualms with what they have to do or who they have to harm to achieve their goals. There are some shades of gray on both sides but that is the focus of another lecture. In short, Superbeings of either form have had an effect upon history and society for better or worse and that is what we shall be focusing on in this class.”\n\nDr. Kaye cleared his thought once more, “Now if you would open up your syllabus, we can begin looking at the overview of the course, including assignments and the like.”\n\nAs he said this, the class opened up their syllabus and began to read along. Breanna of course did as well and felt much of embarrassment wash away. She was so excited to be taking part in this class and was looking forward to this bringing her one step closer to her dreams.\n\n\nMeanwhile across the city in Pandora Labs Siegel Park Facility in the administrative section, an older mouse sat at his desk looking over papers. The mouse in question was Dr. Thomas Ingham, a somewhat elderly scientist who due to age and health concerns had been moved into a more administrative position overseeing work at the laboratory. This of course meant he was either giving permission to his peers about experiments they wanted to pursue, reviewing the progress and findings of said experiments, or deciding what requested experiments made by the higher ups or other authorities would go to the best scientist suited and available for the experiment.\n\nIt could be dreadfully boring at times while other times, it would be extremely stressful. Especially when it involved certain forms of peculiar materials or technology brought in by different superhero organizations like the Guild of Guardians. It didn’t help that such things could have legal entanglements with supervillain scientists wanting their patented death ray back or adverse effects of strange minerals. However some of those issues had been fixed by procedures put in place but it didn’t entirely fix some concerns or the mystery behind them. He couldn’t help but feel split on whether he missed working in a lab or felt like he needed a proper vacation which he hadn’t had in maybe a year. As he thought this, a knock came at his office door.\n\n“Enter,” He said.\n\nThe door opened and two men entered. One of them Dr. Ingham recognized as the burly golden retriever form of Mr. Dynamic in his yellow and blue costume. While having a muscular and heroic physique, when he was close like he was now, Dr. Ingham could notice some slight signs of age in his features with faint frown lines and little hints of crows feet by his eyes. The other man with him was a police officer by the name of Lieutenant Lawrence Hastings. He was a chubby dog in his late forties, dressed in a brown trench coat, a light brown bowler hat, a grey vest over a dress shirt and a pair of dark brown slacks. In his right hand, he was carefully carrying a metal briefcase. \n\n“Lt. Hastings and Mr. Dynamic,” Dr. Ingham greeted and shook both of their hands, “What brings you to the lab?”\n\n“Sorry bother you, Dr. I, but I felt it best to bring this down here myself and give it to you,” Hastings said, placing the briefcase on the doctor’s desk.\n\n“What is that?”\n\n“It is the curious, crude concoction of that duplicitous Dr. Satyr,” Mr. Dynamic elaborated in his usual proud manner.\n\nDr. Ingham looked at the case with some concern at this clarification, “This briefcase contains the formula Satyr was working on. Shouldn’t it be the Siegel Park PD Evidence Lockup before being sent over here?”\n\n“Yeah but Me and other members of the department aren’t really comfortable leaving Satyr’s brews or creations in the lock-ups. One of the last times we did that, the formula turned into a kind of gas, went through air conditioning and got all of the officers and staff really horny. The whole precinct broke out into an orgy with some folks...well, discovering things about themselves they hadn’t expected,” Hastings explained, “It took a while for things to calm down after that and nobody was alright with having one of his creations at the department unless you guys gave it the once over.”\n\nIngham looked at the briefcase curiously, “May I see the contents?”\n\nHastings nodded and gently unlocked the briefcase, revealing the glass flask containing the milky liquid held by a foam insert to keep it secure. The rodent doctor narrowed his eyes as he pulled the flask from the foam and examined the flask. He gently jostled it which briefly caused the Lieutenant and the Hero to flinch into defensive postures in case it exploded or something else but relaxed after nothing happened from the jostling. Dr. Ingham placed the flask on his desk next to the briefcase.\n\n“Curious. One might also mistake for a flask of milk or cream. Any idea what the concoction is composed of or what it is?”\n\n“Yeah...Forensics wasn’t gonna touch it for the same reason the precinct didn’t want it in the lock-up but I did send some guys over to Fitch Chemical to get info from them. Apparently though, the old goat brought most of his own chemicals to the lab and used some experimental mixing device. I’ll send a readout of the stuff it’s made from and I’ll send it to you,” Hastings explained, “As for what it is, no clue but it’s probably not good.”\n\n“Given that dubious deviant doctor’s perverse proclivities, it has to have some sinisterly, sexualizing purpose!” Mr. Dynamic proclaimed.\n\nThe Lieutenant and Doctor looked at the superhero with somewhat flat expressions before Hastings spoke again, “Yeah...Well, Mr. Dynamic, thanks for the escort but if you like you can go back to your lair...hq...or whatever.”\n\n“Thank you, Lieutenant and Dr. Ingham. It was a privilege to see you both once more but I have other duties I must see too and be off,” He said, turning to the door and stepped out of the office, before giving a flourish of his cape and turning back to them to say, “Fare thee well!”\n\nAnd with that, he left. After a few minutes of him being gone, the two men let out long relaxed sighs.\n\n“Oh boy. He’s...a bit much,” Hastings said.\n\n“Yes, he is,” Dr. Ingham agreed and put the flask back in the briefcase, “I’ll have this analyzed by Professor Reed. I would consider someone else but most of the labs are busy studying and dismantling the salvaged technology from the Klavaxians’ attempted invasion last week. I’ll message you once we have something, Lieutenant.”\n\n“Do what you can. Thanks, Doc. I’ll see you later,” Lt. Hastings thanked, shaking Dr. Ingham’s hand before leaving the office.\n\n\nIn a different part of the city in the 3rd precinct of Siegel Park Police Department, two rookie officers walked through the holding cells chatting.\n\n“I can’t believe he’s being released already,” said one of the pair, a lanky german shepherd, “We brought him in just this morning!”\n\n“I hear ya, but there’s nothing we can really do,” said his partner, a border collie with a thick beard.\n\n“But there’s video proof! Evidence!”\n\n“Hey, I agree but some lawyer came down, saying he represents the guy, spouted off some legal loophole that the captain had to abide by and so here we are,” He said as they entered a special part of the holding cell block.\n\nThese cells were identified by dense metal doors with slots for the guards to see into. These cells were intended for those of superpowered perps, who could either break out of ordinary holding cells or potentially harm those of other detainees. These cells were constructed to be fireproof, shock-proof and made of a special alloy mixture discovered within the last few decades that was extremely resistant to those of powered individuals with more destructive tendencies. While perhaps nothing against the higher tier superpowered threats, these cells could hold the majority of more lower level threats. The two cops came up to one of the cells and opened the door, revealing a massive muscular jackal man sitting in the cell. He raised his head as his blue eyes focused on the two officers. The collie brought up a clipboard and spoke.\n\n“Johannes Abraham the 4th,” said the officer, “Somebody pulls some strings and you’re being released.”\n\nJohannes nodded, got up from his seat and exited the cell. After about 10 minutes and some paperwork, Hans walked out of the police department and was met by two men standing beside a limo. One was a black rabbit with slicked back, greying black hair and dressed in a well-made business suit. The other was a somewhat elderly goat dressed in a wide-brimmed fedora, sunglasses and a black trenchcoat. Despite clearly attempting to not be recognized, Hans knew exactly who was and was ecstatic to see him.\n\n“Master!” He said rushing down the steps and scooping up the goatman in a bear hug.\n\nThe old goat was surprised and nearly had the wind knocked out of him by the giant jackal but accepted the hug nonetheless, “Yes, yes. Thank you, my boy but don’t get too excited and don’t draw too much attention to us.”\n\n“Oh sorry!” Hans apologized and put him down.\n\n“Don’t worry,” the goat said as he gave him a scratch under the chin, “Let’s just get home. Sorry but you’re going to have to lie down till we get there.”\n\nHe gestured him into the luxury car and Hans almost crawled into it. The goat looked to his rabbit companion who glared at him and got in before he followed and the car drove off. Once inside and out of sight of the station, Dr. Satyr took off his hat and glasses. He relaxed in the car with Hans laying his head on his lap and receiving some petting. Satyr looked over to the other side of the limo as the rabbit.\n\n“Thank you for the assistance in getting Hans out of jail, Edward,” Satyr said.\n\n“How about you thank me by not getting caught in your criminal schemes for a few minutes?” The rabbit said in exasperation, “Do you know how much money I have to spend to you and your cronies out of jail for any prolonged period? I had to hire an entire legal team just to find legal loopholes to get you out of jail or at least reduce your criminal sentence.”\n\n“To which I am grateful but let’s not forget that the results of my experiments have kept your company afloat in the body modification sector,” Satyr responded smuggly, “If not for me offering my methods on genetic therapy to you, Mobius Unlimited’s gene therapy division would have fallen under the heel of NanoTech.”\n\nEdward Mobius grumbled. I couldn’t argue. With NanoTech nearly cornering the body modification market with their technological advancements, his company had to move into genetic therapy to bring in the customers and he had brought in Dr. Maximus Satier as an independent researcher. His experiments did bring results with very successful methods of genetic therapy for body modification. He however wished his experimentation didn’t include his hobby of being a perverted supervillain. He moved on to a different line of questions.\n\n“Why did you even go to Fitch anyway? To use some piece of hardware and a few chemicals? I could have ordered the machinery if you needed it,” Mobius asked.\n\n“Well, a couple things. First, the model of the mixing device is still not available to the larger market just yet and I hate waiting on things like that,” Satyr explained, “Secondly, Fitch raised their prices for bulk shipments and failed to honor my rewards card.”\n\n“So you broke into their lab and used their equipment as part of a revenge scheme?”\n\n“Well, actually, I was planning to mix up a small chemical bomb after I finished my formula before the Dynamic Dimwit showed up,” He casually admitted.\n\n“What?!” \n\n“Oh please, Edward! Where’s the fun in being a supervillain if I can’t indulge in the occasional bit of petty vengeance once and awhile?” \n\nThe rabbit sighed and put his right hand to his face. He was slightly boggled by the logic but again, considering that Satier was a valued researcher he couldn’t completely argue without potentially losing an asset out of it. As he thought about this another question came to his mind.\n\n“So what were you making anyway?”\n\n“A revolution in the world of body modification - Consumable Gene Therapy,” The Goat Doctor began, “A formula which, once consumed, would genetically modify the body as it runs through the system and transform a person into whatever form is desired. Think about it. It’s a method few have ever successfully done and if it works, my patented method for it will make your company millions.”\n\n“That’s quite a claim,” Mobius said, “Sounds almost too good to be true. What will this serum of yours do?”\n\n“I designed it based on some of my pre-existing work. You’re familiar with my Mammazons?”\n\n“You mean those muscle-bound pornstars you call your henchwomen?” \n\n“Yes, this serum would be a modification on that, modifying the consumer’s body into a more voluptuous form and enhancing their physical attributes to mid-tier superhuman levels,” Satyr explained, “I made additional modifications to where the mammary glands are enhanced to produce milk with some...interesting properties. Now it is in the hands of the police.”\n\n“Don’t tell me you’re planning to steal it from Siegel Park PD Evidence Lockup?” Mobius asked, dreading the answer.\n\n“Oh, no. Thanks to their handling of my previous concoctions, I doubt they’d keep it there. They probably sent it over to Pandora Labs to get it analyzed,” Satyr casually predicted but shortly after grumbled to himself, “Unfortunately, they might try to neutralize it.”\n\n“So what? Can’t you just make more? I’ll pay for the equipment.”\n\n“It would take too long and we don’t even know if this concoction was successful. I need that serum back,” Satyr responded before raising a hand, “Don’t worry though. It would be foolish to raid Pandora Labs after my break-in at Fitch. I have a different idea of how to approach it.”\n\n“How?”\n\n“As a business tycoon like yourself should know, Edward; Sometimes, it’s best to outsource,” Satyr said with a large smile coming across his face as they rode on towards his lair.\n\n\nLater that day in a fast food place close to the campus, Breanna was having dinner with a few friends. Chelsea had caught back up with her but they were also joined by two others. One was Jake Billings, a lanky mallard with a quaff of feathers that swept to the side no matter how he attempted to style it. Jake was a relaxed but organized kind of guy who was studying Archaeology and Folklore and interning at the local museum of Natural History. The other fellow was Maewyn Black-Gass, a chubby wombat fellow with long wild black hair. Maewyn had an interest in becoming a musician, specifically starting a rock band but had enrolled at McCulley University because his parents had already paid for his years as a baby and told him to enroll or they would kick him out and destroy his vinyl collection. The four of them had met while moving into the dormitory a few weeks before classes began and become fast friends. They had come together for a few occasions before classes had started; going to the movies, playing some games and just generally hanging out. The four, or at least three of them were participating in a common ritual of friendship; Good natured ribbing.\n\n“So you actually thought your teacher had read your mind to find out who you were?” Chelsea said with a giggle.\n\n“That’s wild, dude! Hahahaha!,” Maewyn chuckled.\n\n“It was a reasonable possibility!” justified Breanna.\n\n“I-I can understand your thoughts on it, Breanna,” Jake stammered after his chuckling started to die away, “It’s just kind of crazy. I certainly didn’t think he’d do that when I entered the classroom.”\n\nBreanna’s annoyed pout at her friends’ ridicule of her changed to a curious expression, “Huh? You’re taking Superhuman Studies too? I didn’t see you at the lecture today.”\n\n“I took the class scheduled for the afternoon.”\n\n\n“I didn’t know you were taking it either,” Chelsea mentioned, “Why would an archaeology major be taking classes on superhero history?”\n\n“Hehe, well, I like superheroes too but It was also an option that counted towards my major.”\n\nBoth Breanna and Chelsea nodded but Chelsea also gave Jake a skeptical look as she noticed something in the way he spoke.\n\n“Well, at least we all made it through the first day alright,” Maewyn said, grabbing his soda cup and raising it, “Here’s to hopefully surviving the rest of it!”\n\nHis three friends gained a smile, grabbed their drinks and brought them up in the improvised toast. Afterwhich, they all took swigs and sips of their different drinks. Maewyn put down his drink with a sigh of relief. \n\n“So you guys want to head back to the dorms and watch some movies or something?” He asked.\n\n“Sorry, Mayday,” Jake responded, finishing his sip and scarfing his fries, “I ought to be going to work at the museum. The bus will be arriving in a little bit.”\n\n“Mind if I join you?” Asked Breanna, “I’ve gotta head to work as well.”\n\n“Of course not,” Jake smiled.\n\nMaewyn sunk a little in his chair, “Aw man.”\n\nHe turned his gaze towards Chelsea, “What about you, Chels?”\n\nThe caracal gave it a little thought, “I don’t know.”\n\n“I got an old 50’s monster movie bundle while rummaging at the store.”\n\nChelsea’s ears twitched. She had a weakness for 50s Monster B-Movies, finding some guilty pleasure with the cheesy fun they had to them but covering it up with claims of only liking them for 50s style clothing and costuming aesthetics. \n\n“Ok, but just one, Alright?” Chelsea caved.\n\nMaewyn nodded in agreement. The four friends split into their respective pairs with Chelsea and Maewyn heading back to the Dormitory and Jake and Breanna towards the bus stop, although their duo was soon split up after Breanna’s bus arrived and she got on. As it drove away and she waved to Jake from the window, Breanna took a seat as the bus continued on it’s route. While keeping an eye on the LED sign saying the destinations, She let her mind wonder and daydream about a fantasy where she was a tall, curvy and muscular superheroine. Her strong hands lifting thugs off the ground while she received admiration and support from some of the heroes she idolized. The little redheaded cow released a wistful sigh at such thoughts to keep her occupied along with looking at stuff on her phone while the bus rode on into the late afternoon.\n\n\nElsewhere in a seedier part of the city in an apartment complex, a phone buzzed fitfully on the table. The owner walked to the table, glanced at the phone showing an image of Dr. Satyr as part of the caller ID. The owner answered it.\n\n“Are you there, RH?” asked Satyr over the phone.\n\n“Heheh, I couldn’t really pick up my phone if I wasn’t,” the owner gruffly chuckled, “What can I do for you, Doc?”\n\n“I need something of mine collected,” Satyr started before elaborating, “A serum that is being held at Pandora Labs.”\n\nThe speaker gave a low whistle, “That won’t exactly be easy. They’ve up the security and...well, stealth has never been my forte.”\n\n“I’m not asking you to make your way through the air vents and jump through laser grids,” Satyr said with a hint of annoyance, “Just go in and cause a fuss to misdirect them; bust in, make some noise, steal a few things that catch your eye along with my serum and leave before a cape or the police can show up to detain you.”\n\n“Hmm, makes sense. Word is they got some of that alien tech down there. You want any of it?”\n\n“It’s of no use to me at the moment. Fence it if you like. Just be sure to grab my serum while you do.”\n\n“It would be my usual rate then?” The speaker said.\n\n“Of course,” Satyr replied.\n\nA ping came from his phone with a notification about his email and business transaction.\n\n“The email has more details on the job and I sent you half of your payment. You get the other half once the job is done as per usual.”\n\nA smile came across the listener’s snout, “Of course, Doc. Always happy to have your patronage.”\n\n\nNot long after, Breanna arrived at Pandora Labs for work. She entered through the main entrance, signed in on a small computer, changed into her lab coat and spare clothes and headed out to the lab coordinator’s station for her assignments. Tonight she met her friend and colleague Art Smith, a tall, slim and handsome ferret. She found herself a bit attracted to him but wasn’t sure about broaching such a subject given his seniority over her. He was sitting at his desk when she arrived.\n\n“Hey Smithy,” Breanna greeted.\n\n“Hey Bree. How are you doing tonight?”\n\n“Not too bad so far,” She replied, “So what do you have me doing tonight?”\n\nArt turned his attention to his monitor, pressed a few buttons and moved his mouse before speaking again, “Hmm, it looks like we’re slightly short staffed in some areas with the salvage from the Klavaxian Attempted Invasion last week taking up a lot of focus. Half of the interns are assisting. So you and the other half are in the other areas. I’m having you work in the Biochem and Chemistry Labs. I just sent the details to your phone.”\n\nHer right pocket pinged and Breanna brought out her phone, bringing up her work app as she did. Her app read:\n\nGeneral Assistance Status. Key Objectives:\n- Assist Dr. Hee-Joon\n- Prep Dr. Valenza’s Lab for Work\n- Maintenance of Prof. Reed’s Lab and Assist Prof. Reed where possible\n\nThe last note gave Breanna pause, “Professor Reed again?”\n\n“Sorry, most of the other staff are working in other divisions and well... Prof. Reed doesn’t mind you as much as other interns.”\n\nBreanna rolled her eyes. She had no personal issues with Professor Reed and she could respect his expertise in the Chemical Sciences. It was more his noteworthy forgetfulness as he was very much the type of scientist whose mind was so preoccupied with his work that he seemed to forget about the world around him and others in it. His absent mindedness had led to him renting space at the lab for a living space after several evictions due him forgetting to pay his rent and his use of certain equipment like flasks and other glassware as drinking glasses had caused a few accidents for lab technicians who mistook his drinks for hazardous substances or vice versa. The habit of which contributed the lab’s unofficial reputation as the birthplace of a few superheroes and villains alike.\n\n“Alright,” Breanna agreed, pocketing her phone.\n\n“Good, the cart of materials is over there,” Art said pointing to his right, “And remember to be careful around Dr. Valenza’s materials. She’s working with some plant growth chems.”\n\nBreanna nodded and pushed the cart in the direction of the Chemical Division.\n\n\nA few hours later in the Chemical Division of Pandora Labs Facility, Professor Robert Reed sat at his rather untidy workstation. What space was not occupied by his computer monitor and keyboard was cluttered by a number of different things; papers with scribbled handwriting, a partially eaten sandwich, an empty styrofoam cup, crumbs from a previous meal, and two glass flasks containing liquids. One was fractionally filled with iced tea while the other was the flask held Dr. Satyr’s serum, which was a few milliliters less than when it was brought to him. Prof. Reed was currently occupied with typing out a report email to the Administrative Office in regards to Satyr’s concoction. The email read:\n\n[i][b]To:[/b] Dr. Thomas Ingham, Pandora Labs Administrative Office\n[b]Subject:[/b] Analysis Report of Serum 0505 & Summary of Report\n\nDr. Ingham,\n\n\tI have completed the chemical analysis of Serum 0505, the unidentified serum created by Dr. Maximus Satier aka Dr. Satyr. The report is attached in PDF form along with images taken from the analysis. What I discovered from the serum is that it appears to be a genetic augmentation formula. This is not surprising given that it is Satyr’s primary scientific field. While he may dabble in the development of strange devices and chemical creations, his expertise is in genetic engineering. With the particular chemical modifiers I found in the serum, it would greatly enhance a person’s physical capabilities to superhuman levels, accelerate healing processes, and dramatically enlarge key areas of the body. Some modifiers I didn’t recognize and I would suggest a peer to give a second analysis before moving forward. Of interesting note, the structure of the serum is designed differently from other genetic modification serums I’ve seen. It appears as though this serum is designed not to be introduced into the body by typical means of gene therapy but through oral digestion. While perhaps not the strangest thing in our world today, this could prove to be a problem in Satyr’s hands. Assuming peer analysis brings up similar results, I would suggest the serum be neutralized to prevent its use in the wrong hands. This is of course, assuming Satyr doesn’t have a method of replicating the serum. This is all I have to say on the subject.\n\nProfessor Robert Reed\n[/i]\nOnce he finished his email and sent it off, Prof. Reed drank the last portion of his tea flask and placed it beside the Satyr Serum. He picked up his unfinished sandwich and began to eat it and contemplated his recently completed work. He pondered if he should just print out his report and bring it to Ingham, maybe give his opinion in person but he wasn’t sure how quickly Ingham would get to it. He wasn’t completely up on current events but knew the facility was in a hubbub about something that happened last week. He couldn’t quite remember it but just as he was thinking about it, his stomach gurgled to indicate he was hungry and could use more than the hours old sandwich he was munching on. \n\n“Can’t work on an empty stomach,” He said, getting up from his chair and leaving his lab to make a trip to the Cafeteria. \n\nA few minutes after he left, Breanna entered the lab and looked at the clutter in Prof. Reed’s Lab. She sighed, sometimes the internship was actually pretty cool and fun but in times like this she felt more like a member of the custodial staff than an intern. Still, Prof. Reed was on her list and she needed to finish it up for her work. She began to tidy things up a bit; consolidating loose papers into a paper tray, wiping off the desktop, tossing garbage into a nearby bag and putting empty glassware into a bin from the cart. As she was doing this, Breanna noticed one flask was nearly full of a white, milky liquid.\n\n“What is that?” She asked herself.\n\nShe picked it up cautiously and examined it, gently jostling it. The fluid’s movement was like milk or a melted milkshake. Breanna brought the mouth of the flask to her nose and gave an experimental sniff. It smelled like a sweet milkshake or a vanilla-flavored milk alternative. Did he get a milkshake and leave in a flask on his desk, she wondered. It wouldn’t be unlikely. He was known to use lab glassware like drink cups. She took another sniff of the liquid, it smelled very enticing to her and made her thirsty. The redheaded cowgirl looked around the lab and perked up an ear for any nearby footfalls. Nothing. She considered whether she should actually drink it or leave it in case the professor was coming back for it. Still, he rarely seemed to finish milkshakes they had melted and she needed to clean up this mess. \n\n“Screw it,” She said to herself and drank down the flask’s contents.\n\nIn a few moments, Breanna had finished the flask. It tasted pretty good but had a weird aftertaste she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She was about to put the flask in the bin when suddenly she felt her whole body shudder. Breanna fell to her hands and knees as parts of her body started to ache and shift as she felt a heat slowly rising in her and spreading across every part of her being. She cried out in pain and groaned through gritted teeth, “Damn you, Professor Reed! If I die from this, I swear to god I’ll haunt your lazy ass to your dying breath!”\n\nShe felt a strange heat cover her body and flood her senses, making it hard for her to fully process what was happening to her. Her limbs and torso extended while muscle, sinew and fat redistributed themselves across her body beneath her skin and fur. Her clothes groaned and creaked as her body shape altered, with seams fraying and slowly snapping as this continued. Her muscles toned in some areas while fat covered some of it in a shapely form, most notably at her bottom as it expanded and plumped. Her hair grew from a short bob to pouring down her back, stopping just short of her waist. Among the intense sensations, Breanna felt a painful tightness and heat rising from her chest. She brought her right arm up to her upper torso as if holding it would keep it from bursting. As she held it, her bosom began to swell and strain the fabric of her shirt. Quickly the pressure became too much for both her and her clothing and as Breanna threw herself on to her back, her bosom burst forth into a now massive pair of tits and her clothes practically exploded into tatters. After this, Breanna collapsed on her back panting as her pain and heat faded away.\n\nAs this went on a few sections away, a few other lab techs heard a loud thump come from a wall at the end of the hallway. More thumps came following, becoming louder and louder as a crack began to appear in the wall before finally a loud CRASH came as the crack broke apart and a massive rhinoceros came through the wall.\n\n“GET READY, YOU NERDS! ROCK HIDE’S COME TO CRASH THE PARTY!”\n\nTo be continued in issue #2 - Growing Gains and Pains ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Dairy Dame Issue #1- Bursting Debut
By Pervynamek02/DNLtiger04

On a dark but warm early autumn night in a small factory, two women stood watch in a corridor. Though “stood watch” was maybe a bit generous. It was more like the two were simply standing by a door and occasionally glancing at a door before trying to find something to preoccupy themselves with. Both of them were dressed identically in tight-fitting dark purple jumpsuits which clung to their curvaceous and somewhat muscular builds. One of them, a bright redhead, looked to her companion and spoke.

“So why do you think we’re here?”

Maroon cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean, like philosophically or just in general?”

“In general,” The redhead answered, “I mean the doc’s got stuff like this at his place, why’d we need to come to this chem lab?”

Maroon stretched and put her hands behind her head, “Don’t know and don’t care, so long as I get paid and he don’t try no kinky crap with it on us.”

“I can agree with ya. I mean I’m still cleaning my suit from when he used that thirsty ray on us,” she replied.

“For the tenth time, it was called the Arousal Amplifier and I made it up to you all by paying for the cleaning,” came the voice of an elderly goat man who approached the two.

He wore a white lab coat with black gloves, boots and pants. A pair of green goggles rested on his forehead, just under the base of his brown horns and roots of his grey hair. Walking behind him was a large, muscular black jackal who was three feet taller than the old goat. He wore a purple leotard with a few pieces of copper colored armor and a spiky purple collar. The two girls looked at their boss with annoyance.

“You still took advantage of us, Doc. Not cool,” said the redhead.

“How long is it gonna be before we get going, Boss?” asked the marooned haired gal.

“Just about finished. It should probably be done right about....” He paused and heard a ding from behind them, “Now!”

He turned back towards a piece of complex machinery with his jackal companion and the two women following them. The machine had a strange faucet-like protrusion similar to a soda machine and under it was a glass flask filled with a milky white liquid. The Doctor pulled the flask from the dispensary section and placed a cork into the flask and smiled, then chuckled.

“Finally, after months of research, my latest creation is completed!” He said holding the flask up triumphantly, “Now all that need be done is-”

BOOM! A great crashing sound came from the near distance and shook the four figures up.

“What was that?!” said the maroon haired minion.

Suddenly, another couple of women came through the formerly guarded entrance. The pair were dressed similar to their compatriots and even shared similar body types.

“What the hell is going on?!” the Doctor demanded, “You’re supposed to be guarding the entrances!”

“Sorry, boss but he’s here,” said one of the women.

“Who?” The Doctor asked before another of his minions flew through the doors.

As the jackal caught this minion, the goat man turned his eyes towards the doors as a muscular dog man in a yellow bodysuit with blue accents and a cape flowing off his back. He stood up tall and proud like the symbol of justice most people thought of him as and pointed towards the diabolical doctor proclaiming, “It’s over, Dr. Satyr! Your devious designs are doomed to failure now that I am here!”

“We shall see about that, Mr. Dynamic!” Satyr responded before gesturing to his jackal minion, “Hans! Sic ‘im!”

“Of course, Doctor!” The Jackal answered before lunging at the gaudily garbed hero and began to trade blows with him. Mr. Dynamic dodged one or two punches but briefly received one on the jaw that threw him back close to the door. He however managed to right himself in the air and flew towards Hans and landed a few punches of his own.

As their battle continued, the footage screen minimized and moved to the right of a young man dressed in business casual, who began to speak, “And that’s most of the best footage we managed to get from Fitch Chemical on the encounter last night between lesser-known resident hero Mr. Dynamic and sexually based villain Dr. Satyr. Any remaining footage was damaged along with the security cameras recording the ensuing battle between Dynamic and Johannes ‘Hans’ Abraham, Dr. Satyr’s primary muscle. While Dr. Satyr managed to escape along with most of his minions referred to as ‘The Mammazons’, Abraham was defeated and captured along with Dr. Satyr’s mysterious concoction. Abraham is currently being held in police custody while his cohorts are on the run. Officials say-”

“Hey Breanna, are you coming?” Said a voice away from the monitor.

The lanky redhead cow turned from her computer and looked to her doorway, seeing her caracal roommate Chelsea. She was a curvy feline with straight brown hair immaculately styled along with a pretty sharp top and pants that complemented her figure. Breanna blinked at her.

“Huh? What is it, Chelsea?” She asked.

“Hello~! Classes are gonna start soon and you don’t even look ready.”

The cowgirl blinked in surprise and glanced back at her monitor, finding the time in the bottom right corner telling her it was 10 minutes away from her classes starting. She had gotten so distracted by Oracle Online’s new video while she was having breakfast that she hadn’t even finished her cereal or put on some pants.

“CRAP!” She said, scrambling to finish her cereal and slurping up the milk before practically leaping over to her dresser.

Chelsea sighed and put her hand in her right palm, “Augh! Jeez. I’m going on ahead. Catch up if you can.”

The caracal said as she turned away and walked to the door of their dorm. Breanna threw on a pair of denim pants, briefly struggling to get them on in a hurry. After getting them zipped up, she grabbed her wallet, phone, keys and book bag before sprinting out the door. As she went down the hall, she nearly ran into another resident and student. It was their neighbor Jake.

“Hey Breanna,” He said as he moved out of her way.

“Hey Jake! Can’t talk! Gotta Run!” the cowgirl responded.

“Ok! See you in class later!” He called back.

Breanna got out of the dorm and caught up to Chelsea as they walked with other students to their classes. She panted slightly as she caught up.

“Jeez, Chelse, you could’ve waited up for me.”

“Hey don’t lump me in with your bad habits. Honestly, you’re acting more like a high school student than a college student,” She glanced at her bovid friend, “You could probably pass for one too.”

Breanna gave her friend an annoyed glare, “Oh shut up! You know I’m already self-conscious about that.”

The red haired cowgirl looked around at their female peers as they walked further towards campus. Though not all of them were voluptuous bombshells, many of the women were fairly curved or tall in elegant feminine ways granted to them by puberty and genetics. Meanwhile, she had not grown much beyond her early high school years; Still only 5’9” and breasts that were less than a handful each. She felt depressed at these thoughts and Chelsea picked up on her friend’s sadness as she quickly regretted her own words. She felt like trying to cheer her up.

“Hey not everybody gets so big during puberty. Everybody grows different and you could be a bit of a late bloomer,” Chelsea suggested in a comforting manner.

“Tell that to my sisters and mom, all three of which are taller and bustier than me,” her cow friend responded.

“Well, there’s always body modification surgeries these days like Nanotech Implant injections or Genetic Therapy if you really wanted to change your appearance,” Chelsea suggested.

Breanna pondered this, “I guess...but I don’t know. I’m worried I’d seem kind of fakey if I did one of those. Plus they can be kind of pricey for college student budgets like ours.”

“Just a thought, especially since I hear that very few people can tell the difference in the change for those,” Her friend said before adding, “Of course, your appearance won’t mean much if you’re not perceived right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, no offense but you do kind of have slightly childish behaviors with the whole superhero fandom thing.”

Breanna briefly stopped, “What?! Excuse me but did you forget we live in a world of superheroes! What’s so wrong about having admiration for them?”

“I don’t know it all just seems kind of silly to me when it’s done by guys and gals in spandex or leather punching weirdos in equally weird costumes,” Chelsea responded and continued to walk on campus.

“These people put their lives on the line and we have them to thank for us being able to live in peace,” Breanna said, catching up to her.

“Wasn’t there an alien invasion just a week ago?”

“Attempted alien invasion,” Breanna corrected her, “The Guild of Guardians kicked that fleet’s slimy butts back into space. Besides, I don’t know how you can call their costumes silly when you’re working to be a costume designer for the theatre.”

“Hey, that’s just a fallback in case my fashion designer aspirations don’t work out,” Chelsea said, “Besides what are your plans for a career? Be a superhero?”

Breanna fell silent for a long moment and looked away with a blush. Chelsea seemed surprised.

“Wait, seriously? Is that why you have that internship at Pandora Labs?” the feline said, “Please tell me you’re not going to try and guzzle some random super power serum.”

“Of course not! That would be stupid!” Breanna snapped back but more relaxed her tone to continue, “I work at Pandora Labs because it’s an research group that works closely with superhero organizations...and that they have services like superhero licensing and testing. It’s a step forward and like you said, a fallback in case I can’t become a-”

“A superheroine. I get it,” Chelsea said before she noticed Breanna had stopped and was looking ahead of them, “Bree? What’s up?”

Chelsea followed her friend’s line of sight and saw not far from them was a young horse woman about their age and a trio of guys with one of them talking to the horse woman.

“Some guys talking to a girl? So what?”

“That girl.”

Chelsea looked back at the horse girl. She was roughly about their age or a little older with a fairly fit build that could be discerned from her attire of a pair of capri pants, a white tank top and a track jacket with the sleeves rolled up at the elbows. Her hair was done in a long braid that draped over her left shoulder and her bangs draped over the right side of her face. Chelsea shrugged.

“Well I’m not really into girls but if she’s your type-”

“No, I mean, don’t you know who she is?!”

The caracal blinked, “No? Should I?”

“That’s Joanna Gyronigen aka Mecha Mare! The Cyborg Super Heroine of the Tomorrow Team!” Breanna said pointing at her for emphasis, “She was one of the major founders of the team.”

“Wait, Cyborg? I don’t see any cybernetics on her,” Chelsea responded.

Breanna opened her mouth to say something but suddenly stopped, “Yeah, that surprised me too.”

“But if she’s a cyborg, how did you recognize her without the metal bits?”

“I’ve seen shots of her in profile and I’m damn sure that’s her-”

“Aw come on, honey. I’m just curious,” came a loud and obnoxious voice from the direction they were looking.

It was from the guy talking directly to Joanna, a tall persian cat with a pretty fit build and wore a varsity jacket and shorts. Joanna looked at him in annoyance.

“I just said what it was and I’m not your honey,” Joanna said back with a hint of irritation.

“Don’t be like that. In most photos I’ve seen of ya online, you’ve got these metallic bits here and there on you,” He said, “Are those just for show or something?”

“As I said, I’ve upgraded. I’m using more advanced technology so I don’t have to look like that all the time. Now let me through-”

“Really now? Maybe you could show me more,” He said, putting his hand on her arm.

“What?”

“Come on, I’m curious how much of you is machine and how much is woman~” He said in a slightly flirtatious manner as he started to lean in closer to her.

Breanna started to move toward the scene and Chelsea moved her hand to grab for her phone at the blatant assault but they soon stopped when the cat guy screamed in pain. He was screaming as Joanna tightly gripped his hand that his fingers were starting to splay out in an unnatural way. Before anyone could fully register this, Joanna quickly moved around her grip on his hand, flipped him over her shoulder and threw him to the ground with his arm bent almost backwards, her knee digging into his back. The cat screamed.

“AHHHHH! YOU CRAZY BITCH! MY HAND! LET GO OF MY HAND!”

“I don’t like when people touch me when I don’t want them to like most women,” Joanna said before letting his arm go, “I am all woman and hope this taught you and your friends a lesson.”

She stepped away from him and shot his two friends a look. Both slightly jumped a little at the before helping their friend up and getting him away from the scene with the cat muttering a few choice expletives under his breath. A small crowd had actually gathered around the scene as it had gone on but dispersed when Joanna looked at them. Chelsea was a little weary at the scene.


“So, you idolize people like her?” The Caracal asked as she turned to her friend and was met with her ecstatic expression. Breanna’s eyes were as big as her grin from what she had just witnessed.

“That was so cool!” She said excitedly, “That’s what I’m talking about! Giving jerks and bad guys their just desserts! Did you see how she flipped that asshole on his back with a WHAM! And then she-”

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Breanna was interrupted by a sound coming from her pocket. She pulled out the source, her phone, and looked at it.

“Oh crap! I’m almost late for class!” Breanna said, “Catch later, Chels! Gotta go!”

The cowgirl dashed off while her friend waved at her before heading towards her own class. Breanna scrambled towards the nearby building and came to her class. She slowly opened the door to see the decently sized lecture room with some sparsely seated students and the professor down near the white board. The bovid girl attempted to slip into the room unnoticed by closing the door as quietly as she could and snag one of the seats in the back. As she was about to take her seat though-

“Ms. Breanna Cassen,” a deep yet soothing voice from the front of the class, “How nice of you to join us.”

Breanna looked to the front to see the professor, a duck in his fifties or so dressed in a suit and sitting in a somewhat futuristic looking wheelchair. His head feathers pulled back and showed his prominent forehead wrinkles. She gave an embarrassed but surprised smile.

“Hello, Dr. Kaye. I’m sorry I’m late...but how did you know my name?” She asked before suggesting, “Did you use your psychic powers to probe my mind and figure out who I was?”

Dr. Kaye chuckled, “Hehehe, an interesting idea but no. I’ve signed an agreement with the college not to use my telepathy on the premise unless given expressed permission or under particular circumstances.”

“Then how did you?” asked another student.

“Deductive reasoning. I have the list of students who signed up for my class and given the majority of them already signed in, I made an educated guess,” He explained, “Now, Ms. Cassen if you would please take a seat near the front here, we can begin.”

Breanna’s ears lowered and blush spread across her face as she came down to the front of the class and took her seat.

Dr. Kaye cleared his throat and began.

“Welcome, students to the first class of Superhuman Studies 101. I am your instructor Dr. Patrick Kaye or Prof. Kaye if you would prefer. In this course, we will be looking at the history of superbeings, particularly superheroes and villains and how they have affected our world and society. We will be looking at different historical periods and figures for those periods. Before we start, we must classify what is a superhero, villain or super being?”

Dr. Kaye pressed a few buttons on a remote in his hand that dimmed the lights and brought up a projection on a silhouetted figure.

“A super being in the basic sense is a person with a particular skill or trait or a number of both that is viewed as exceptional among other people. Sometimes a super being might be a person who has acquired incredible and specialized knowledge that they put to use while at other times, a super being might possess a physical trait that makes them very different from the average person. These traits can occur due to genetics, contact with a unique object or granted to them by another party. It is what people choose to do with such skills or abilities that makes them fall usually in one of two categories-”

The avian instructor pressed the remote and the projection changed to a figure in skin-tight bodysuit with a cape and another figure in a bizarre and slightly eerie-looking costume.

“Superhero and Supervillain. Superheroes are usually described as individuals with incredible abilities which they usually use for the benefit of their fellow man. Commonly they act as a deterrent for criminal activities or aiding in extraordinary circumstances like natural disasters and similar calamities. I myself was once a superhero. I was part of the second generation of the Heroes’ Brigade with the perhaps not-so flattering moniker of Dr. Quack.”

His last mention, illicting some surprised gasps but also a couple chuckles at the mention of his alias.

“Yes, yes. I’ve retired from that life with the focus on helping teach others who might have similar abilities or might wish to go on a similar path. Now, back to the lecture. Supervillains on the other hand are somewhat the opposite. These individuals seek to use their skills or abilities for their own gain and have no qualms with what they have to do or who they have to harm to achieve their goals. There are some shades of gray on both sides but that is the focus of another lecture. In short, Superbeings of either form have had an effect upon history and society for better or worse and that is what we shall be focusing on in this class.”

Dr. Kaye cleared his thought once more, “Now if you would open up your syllabus, we can begin looking at the overview of the course, including assignments and the like.”

As he said this, the class opened up their syllabus and began to read along. Breanna of course did as well and felt much of embarrassment wash away. She was so excited to be taking part in this class and was looking forward to this bringing her one step closer to her dreams.


Meanwhile across the city in Pandora Labs Siegel Park Facility in the administrative section, an older mouse sat at his desk looking over papers. The mouse in question was Dr. Thomas Ingham, a somewhat elderly scientist who due to age and health concerns had been moved into a more administrative position overseeing work at the laboratory. This of course meant he was either giving permission to his peers about experiments they wanted to pursue, reviewing the progress and findings of said experiments, or deciding what requested experiments made by the higher ups or other authorities would go to the best scientist suited and available for the experiment.

It could be dreadfully boring at times while other times, it would be extremely stressful. Especially when it involved certain forms of peculiar materials or technology brought in by different superhero organizations like the Guild of Guardians. It didn’t help that such things could have legal entanglements with supervillain scientists wanting their patented death ray back or adverse effects of strange minerals. However some of those issues had been fixed by procedures put in place but it didn’t entirely fix some concerns or the mystery behind them. He couldn’t help but feel split on whether he missed working in a lab or felt like he needed a proper vacation which he hadn’t had in maybe a year. As he thought this, a knock came at his office door.

“Enter,” He said.

The door opened and two men entered. One of them Dr. Ingham recognized as the burly golden retriever form of Mr. Dynamic in his yellow and blue costume. While having a muscular and heroic physique, when he was close like he was now, Dr. Ingham could notice some slight signs of age in his features with faint frown lines and little hints of crows feet by his eyes. The other man with him was a police officer by the name of Lieutenant Lawrence Hastings. He was a chubby dog in his late forties, dressed in a brown trench coat, a light brown bowler hat, a grey vest over a dress shirt and a pair of dark brown slacks. In his right hand, he was carefully carrying a metal briefcase.

“Lt. Hastings and Mr. Dynamic,” Dr. Ingham greeted and shook both of their hands, “What brings you to the lab?”

“Sorry bother you, Dr. I, but I felt it best to bring this down here myself and give it to you,” Hastings said, placing the briefcase on the doctor’s desk.

“What is that?”

“It is the curious, crude concoction of that duplicitous Dr. Satyr,” Mr. Dynamic elaborated in his usual proud manner.

Dr. Ingham looked at the case with some concern at this clarification, “This briefcase contains the formula Satyr was working on. Shouldn’t it be the Siegel Park PD Evidence Lockup before being sent over here?”

“Yeah but Me and other members of the department aren’t really comfortable leaving Satyr’s brews or creations in the lock-ups. One of the last times we did that, the formula turned into a kind of gas, went through air conditioning and got all of the officers and staff really horny. The whole precinct broke out into an orgy with some folks...well, discovering things about themselves they hadn’t expected,” Hastings explained, “It took a while for things to calm down after that and nobody was alright with having one of his creations at the department unless you guys gave it the once over.”

Ingham looked at the briefcase curiously, “May I see the contents?”

Hastings nodded and gently unlocked the briefcase, revealing the glass flask containing the milky liquid held by a foam insert to keep it secure. The rodent doctor narrowed his eyes as he pulled the flask from the foam and examined the flask. He gently jostled it which briefly caused the Lieutenant and the Hero to flinch into defensive postures in case it exploded or something else but relaxed after nothing happened from the jostling. Dr. Ingham placed the flask on his desk next to the briefcase.

“Curious. One might also mistake for a flask of milk or cream. Any idea what the concoction is composed of or what it is?”

“Yeah...Forensics wasn’t gonna touch it for the same reason the precinct didn’t want it in the lock-up but I did send some guys over to Fitch Chemical to get info from them. Apparently though, the old goat brought most of his own chemicals to the lab and used some experimental mixing device. I’ll send a readout of the stuff it’s made from and I’ll send it to you,” Hastings explained, “As for what it is, no clue but it’s probably not good.”

“Given that dubious deviant doctor’s perverse proclivities, it has to have some sinisterly, sexualizing purpose!” Mr. Dynamic proclaimed.

The Lieutenant and Doctor looked at the superhero with somewhat flat expressions before Hastings spoke again, “Yeah...Well, Mr. Dynamic, thanks for the escort but if you like you can go back to your lair...hq...or whatever.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant and Dr. Ingham. It was a privilege to see you both once more but I have other duties I must see too and be off,” He said, turning to the door and stepped out of the office, before giving a flourish of his cape and turning back to them to say, “Fare thee well!”

And with that, he left. After a few minutes of him being gone, the two men let out long relaxed sighs.

“Oh boy. He’s...a bit much,” Hastings said.

“Yes, he is,” Dr. Ingham agreed and put the flask back in the briefcase, “I’ll have this analyzed by Professor Reed. I would consider someone else but most of the labs are busy studying and dismantling the salvaged technology from the Klavaxians’ attempted invasion last week. I’ll message you once we have something, Lieutenant.”

“Do what you can. Thanks, Doc. I’ll see you later,” Lt. Hastings thanked, shaking Dr. Ingham’s hand before leaving the office.


In a different part of the city in the 3rd precinct of Siegel Park Police Department, two rookie officers walked through the holding cells chatting.

“I can’t believe he’s being released already,” said one of the pair, a lanky german shepherd, “We brought him in just this morning!”

“I hear ya, but there’s nothing we can really do,” said his partner, a border collie with a thick beard.

“But there’s video proof! Evidence!”

“Hey, I agree but some lawyer came down, saying he represents the guy, spouted off some legal loophole that the captain had to abide by and so here we are,” He said as they entered a special part of the holding cell block.

These cells were identified by dense metal doors with slots for the guards to see into. These cells were intended for those of superpowered perps, who could either break out of ordinary holding cells or potentially harm those of other detainees. These cells were constructed to be fireproof, shock-proof and made of a special alloy mixture discovered within the last few decades that was extremely resistant to those of powered individuals with more destructive tendencies. While perhaps nothing against the higher tier superpowered threats, these cells could hold the majority of more lower level threats. The two cops came up to one of the cells and opened the door, revealing a massive muscular jackal man sitting in the cell. He raised his head as his blue eyes focused on the two officers. The collie brought up a clipboard and spoke.

“Johannes Abraham the 4th,” said the officer, “Somebody pulls some strings and you’re being released.”

Johannes nodded, got up from his seat and exited the cell. After about 10 minutes and some paperwork, Hans walked out of the police department and was met by two men standing beside  a limo. One was a black rabbit with slicked back, greying black hair and dressed in a well-made business suit. The other was a somewhat elderly goat dressed in a wide-brimmed fedora, sunglasses and a black trenchcoat. Despite clearly attempting to not be recognized, Hans knew exactly who was and was ecstatic to see him.

“Master!” He said rushing down the steps and scooping up the goatman in a bear hug.

The old goat was surprised and nearly had the wind knocked out of him by the giant jackal but accepted the hug nonetheless, “Yes, yes. Thank you, my boy but don’t get too excited and don’t draw too much attention to us.”

“Oh sorry!” Hans apologized and put him down.

“Don’t worry,” the goat said as he gave him a scratch under the chin, “Let’s just get home. Sorry but you’re going to have to lie down till we get there.”

He gestured him into the luxury car and Hans almost crawled into it. The goat looked to his rabbit companion who glared at him and got in before he followed and the car drove off. Once inside and out of sight of the station, Dr. Satyr took off his hat and glasses. He relaxed in the car with Hans laying his head on his lap and receiving some petting. Satyr looked over to the other side of the limo as the rabbit.

“Thank you for the assistance in getting Hans out of jail, Edward,” Satyr said.

“How about you thank me by not getting caught in your criminal schemes for a few minutes?” The rabbit said in exasperation, “Do you know how much money I have to spend to you and your cronies out of jail for any prolonged period? I had to hire an entire legal team just to find legal loopholes to get you out of jail or at least reduce your criminal sentence.”

“To which I am grateful but let’s not forget that the results of my experiments have kept your company afloat in the body modification sector,” Satyr responded smuggly, “If not for me offering my methods on genetic therapy to you, Mobius Unlimited’s gene therapy division would have fallen under the heel of NanoTech.”

Edward Mobius grumbled. I couldn’t argue. With NanoTech nearly cornering the body modification market with their technological advancements, his company had to move into genetic therapy to bring in the customers and he had brought in Dr. Maximus Satier as an independent researcher. His experiments did bring results with very successful methods of genetic therapy for body modification. He however wished his experimentation didn’t include his hobby of being a perverted supervillain. He moved on to a different line of questions.

“Why did you even go to Fitch anyway? To use some piece of hardware and a few chemicals? I could have ordered the machinery if you needed it,” Mobius asked.

“Well, a couple things. First, the model of the mixing device is still not available to the larger market just yet and I hate waiting on things like that,” Satyr explained, “Secondly, Fitch raised their prices for bulk shipments and failed to honor my rewards card.”

“So you broke into their lab and used their equipment as part of a revenge scheme?”

“Well, actually, I was planning to mix up a small chemical bomb after I finished my formula before the Dynamic Dimwit showed up,” He casually admitted.

“What?!”

“Oh please, Edward! Where’s the fun in being a supervillain if I can’t indulge in the occasional bit of petty vengeance once and awhile?”

The rabbit sighed and put his right hand to his face. He was slightly boggled by the logic but again, considering that Satier was a valued researcher he couldn’t completely argue without potentially losing an asset out of it. As he thought about this another question came to his mind.

“So what were you making anyway?”

“A revolution in the world of body modification - Consumable Gene Therapy,” The Goat Doctor began, “A formula which, once consumed, would genetically modify the body as it runs through the system and transform a person into whatever form is desired. Think about it. It’s a method few have ever successfully done and if it works, my patented method for it will make your company millions.”

“That’s quite a claim,” Mobius said, “Sounds almost too good to be true. What will this serum of yours do?”

“I designed it based on some of my pre-existing work. You’re familiar with my Mammazons?”

“You mean those muscle-bound pornstars you call your henchwomen?”

“Yes, this serum would be a modification on that, modifying the consumer’s body into a more voluptuous form and enhancing their physical attributes to mid-tier superhuman levels,” Satyr explained, “I made additional modifications to where the mammary glands are enhanced to produce milk with some...interesting properties. Now it is in the hands of the police.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to steal it from Siegel Park PD Evidence Lockup?” Mobius asked, dreading the answer.

“Oh, no. Thanks to their handling of my previous concoctions, I doubt they’d keep it there. They probably sent it over to Pandora Labs to get it analyzed,” Satyr casually predicted but shortly after grumbled to himself, “Unfortunately, they might try to neutralize it.”

“So what? Can’t you just make more? I’ll pay for the equipment.”

“It would take too long and we don’t even know if this concoction was successful. I need that serum back,” Satyr responded before raising a hand, “Don’t worry though. It would be foolish to raid Pandora Labs after my break-in at Fitch. I have a different idea of how to approach it.”

“How?”

“As a business tycoon like yourself should know, Edward; Sometimes, it’s best to outsource,” Satyr said with a large smile coming across his face as they rode on towards his lair.


Later that day in a fast food place close to the campus, Breanna was having dinner with a few friends. Chelsea had caught back up with her but they were also joined by two others. One was Jake Billings, a lanky mallard with a quaff of feathers that swept to the side no matter how he attempted to style it. Jake was a relaxed but organized kind of guy who was studying Archaeology and Folklore and interning at the local museum of Natural History. The other fellow was Maewyn Black-Gass, a chubby wombat fellow with long wild black hair. Maewyn had an interest in becoming a musician, specifically starting a rock band but had enrolled at McCulley University because his parents had already paid for his years as a baby and told him to enroll or they would kick him out and destroy his vinyl collection. The four of them had met while moving into the dormitory a few weeks before classes began and become fast friends. They had come together for a few occasions before classes had started; going to the movies, playing some games and just generally hanging out. The four, or at least three of them were participating in a common ritual of friendship; Good natured ribbing.

“So you actually thought your teacher had read your mind to find out who you were?” Chelsea said with a giggle.

“That’s wild, dude! Hahahaha!,” Maewyn chuckled.

“It was a reasonable possibility!” justified Breanna.

“I-I can understand your thoughts on it, Breanna,” Jake stammered after his chuckling started to die away, “It’s just kind of crazy. I certainly didn’t think he’d do that when I entered the classroom.”

Breanna’s annoyed pout at her friends’ ridicule of her changed to a curious expression, “Huh? You’re taking Superhuman Studies too? I didn’t see you at the lecture today.”

“I took the class scheduled for the afternoon.”


“I didn’t know you were taking it either,” Chelsea mentioned, “Why would an archaeology major be taking classes on superhero history?”

“Hehe, well, I like superheroes too but It was also an option that counted towards my major.”

Both Breanna and Chelsea nodded but Chelsea also gave Jake a skeptical look as she noticed something in the way he spoke.

“Well, at least we all made it through the first day alright,” Maewyn said, grabbing his soda cup and raising it, “Here’s to hopefully surviving the rest of it!”

His three friends gained a smile, grabbed their drinks and brought them up in the improvised toast. Afterwhich, they all took swigs and sips of their different drinks. Maewyn put down his drink with a sigh of relief.

“So you guys want to head back to the dorms and watch some movies or something?” He asked.

“Sorry, Mayday,” Jake responded, finishing his sip and scarfing his fries, “I ought to be going to work at the museum. The bus will be arriving in a little bit.”

“Mind if I join you?” Asked Breanna, “I’ve gotta head to work as well.”

“Of course not,” Jake smiled.

Maewyn sunk a little in his chair, “Aw man.”

He turned his gaze towards Chelsea, “What about you, Chels?”

The caracal gave it a little thought, “I don’t know.”

“I got an old 50’s monster movie bundle while rummaging at the store.”

Chelsea’s ears twitched. She had a weakness for 50s Monster B-Movies, finding some guilty pleasure with the cheesy fun they had to them but covering it up with claims of only liking them for 50s style clothing and costuming aesthetics.

“Ok, but just one, Alright?” Chelsea caved.

Maewyn nodded in agreement. The four friends split into their respective pairs with Chelsea and Maewyn heading back to the Dormitory and Jake and Breanna towards the bus stop, although their duo was soon split up after Breanna’s bus arrived and she got on. As it drove away and she waved to Jake from the window, Breanna took a seat as the bus continued on it’s route. While keeping an eye on the LED sign saying the destinations, She let her mind wonder and daydream about a fantasy where she was a tall, curvy and muscular superheroine. Her strong hands lifting thugs off the ground while she received admiration and support from some of the heroes she idolized. The little redheaded cow released a wistful sigh at such thoughts to keep her occupied along with looking at stuff on her phone while the bus rode on into the late afternoon.


Elsewhere in a seedier part of the city in an apartment complex, a phone buzzed fitfully on the table. The owner walked to the table, glanced at the phone showing an image of Dr. Satyr as part of the caller ID. The owner answered it.

“Are you there, RH?” asked Satyr over the phone.

“Heheh, I couldn’t really pick up my phone if I wasn’t,” the owner gruffly chuckled, “What can I do for you, Doc?”

“I need something of mine collected,” Satyr started before elaborating, “A serum that is being held at Pandora Labs.”

The speaker gave a low whistle, “That won’t exactly be easy. They’ve up the security and...well, stealth has never been my forte.”

“I’m not asking you to make your way through the air vents and jump through laser grids,” Satyr said with a hint of annoyance, “Just go in and cause a fuss to misdirect them; bust in, make some noise, steal a few things that catch your eye along with my serum and leave before a cape or the police can show up to detain you.”

“Hmm, makes sense. Word is they got some of that alien tech down there. You want any of it?”

“It’s of no use to me at the moment. Fence it if you like. Just be sure to grab my serum while you do.”

“It would be my usual rate then?” The speaker said.

“Of course,” Satyr replied.

A ping came from his phone with a notification about his email and business transaction.

“The email has more details on the job and I sent you half of your payment. You get the other half once the job is done as per usual.”

A smile came across the listener’s snout, “Of course, Doc. Always happy to have your patronage.”


Not long after, Breanna arrived at Pandora Labs for work. She entered through the main entrance, signed in on a small computer, changed into her lab coat and spare clothes and headed out to the lab coordinator’s station for her assignments. Tonight she met her friend and colleague Art Smith, a tall, slim and handsome ferret. She found herself a bit attracted to him but wasn’t sure about broaching such a subject given his seniority over her. He was sitting at his desk when she arrived.

“Hey Smithy,” Breanna greeted.

“Hey Bree. How are you doing tonight?”

“Not too bad so far,” She replied, “So what do you have me doing tonight?”

Art turned his attention to his monitor, pressed a few buttons and moved his mouse before speaking again, “Hmm, it looks like we’re slightly short staffed in some areas with the salvage from the Klavaxian Attempted Invasion last week taking up a lot of focus. Half of the interns are assisting. So you and the other half are in the other areas. I’m having you work in the Biochem and Chemistry Labs. I just sent the details to your phone.”

Her right pocket pinged and Breanna brought out her phone, bringing up her work app as she did. Her app read:

General Assistance Status. Key Objectives:
- Assist Dr. Hee-Joon
- Prep Dr. Valenza’s Lab for Work
- Maintenance of Prof. Reed’s Lab and Assist Prof. Reed where possible

The last note gave Breanna pause, “Professor Reed again?”

“Sorry, most of the other staff are working in other divisions and well... Prof. Reed doesn’t mind you as much as other interns.”

Breanna rolled her eyes. She had no personal issues with Professor Reed and she could respect his expertise in the Chemical Sciences. It was more his noteworthy forgetfulness as he was very much the type of scientist whose mind was so preoccupied with his work that he seemed to forget about the world around him and others in it. His absent mindedness had led to him renting space at the lab for a living space after several evictions due him forgetting to pay his rent and his use of certain equipment like flasks and other glassware as drinking glasses had caused a few accidents for lab technicians who mistook his drinks for hazardous substances or vice versa. The habit of which contributed the lab’s unofficial reputation as the birthplace of a few superheroes and villains alike.

“Alright,” Breanna agreed, pocketing her phone.

“Good, the cart of materials is over there,” Art said pointing to his right, “And remember to be careful around Dr. Valenza’s materials. She’s working with some plant growth chems.”

Breanna nodded and pushed the cart in the direction of the Chemical Division.


A few hours later in the Chemical Division of Pandora Labs Facility, Professor Robert Reed sat at his rather untidy workstation. What space was not occupied by his computer monitor and keyboard was cluttered by a number of different things; papers with scribbled handwriting, a partially eaten sandwich, an empty styrofoam cup, crumbs from a previous meal, and two glass flasks containing liquids. One was fractionally filled with iced tea while the other was the flask held Dr. Satyr’s serum, which was a few milliliters less than when it was brought to him. Prof. Reed was currently occupied with typing out a report email to the Administrative Office in regards to Satyr’s concoction. The email read:

To: Dr. Thomas Ingham, Pandora Labs Administrative Office
Subject: Analysis Report of Serum 0505 & Summary of Report

Dr. Ingham,

\tI have completed the chemical analysis of Serum 0505, the unidentified serum created by Dr. Maximus Satier aka Dr. Satyr. The report is attached in PDF form along with images taken from the analysis. What I discovered from the serum is that it appears to be a genetic augmentation formula. This is not surprising given that it is Satyr’s primary scientific field. While he may dabble in the development of strange devices and chemical creations, his expertise is in genetic engineering. With the particular chemical modifiers I found in the serum, it would greatly enhance a person’s physical capabilities to superhuman levels, accelerate healing processes, and dramatically enlarge key areas of the body. Some modifiers I didn’t recognize and I would suggest a peer to give a second analysis before moving forward. Of interesting note, the structure of the serum is designed differently from other genetic modification serums I’ve seen. It appears as though this serum is designed not to be introduced into the body by typical means of gene therapy but through oral digestion. While perhaps not the strangest thing in our world today, this could prove to be a problem in Satyr’s hands. Assuming peer analysis brings up similar results, I would suggest the serum be neutralized to prevent its use in the wrong hands. This is of course, assuming Satyr doesn’t have a method of replicating the serum. This is all I have to say on the subject.

Professor Robert Reed

Once he finished his email and sent it off, Prof. Reed drank the last portion of his tea flask and placed it beside the Satyr Serum. He picked up his unfinished sandwich and began to eat it and contemplated his recently completed work. He pondered if he should just print out his report and bring it to Ingham, maybe give his opinion in person but he wasn’t sure how quickly Ingham would get to it. He wasn’t completely up on current events but knew the facility was in a hubbub about something that happened last week. He couldn’t quite remember it but just as he was thinking about it, his stomach gurgled to indicate he was hungry and could use more than the hours old sandwich he was munching on.

“Can’t work on an empty stomach,” He said, getting up from his chair and leaving his lab to make a trip to the Cafeteria.

A few minutes after he left, Breanna entered the lab and looked at the clutter in Prof. Reed’s Lab. She sighed, sometimes the internship was actually pretty cool and fun but in times like this she felt more like a member of the custodial staff than an intern. Still, Prof. Reed was on her list and she needed to finish it up for her work. She began to tidy things up a bit; consolidating loose papers into a paper tray, wiping off the desktop, tossing garbage into a nearby bag and putting empty glassware into a bin from the cart. As she was doing this, Breanna noticed one flask was nearly full of a white, milky liquid.

“What is that?” She asked herself.

She picked it up cautiously and examined it, gently jostling it. The fluid’s movement was like milk or a melted milkshake. Breanna brought the mouth of the flask to her nose and gave an experimental sniff. It smelled like a sweet milkshake or a vanilla-flavored milk alternative. Did he get a milkshake and leave in a flask on his desk, she wondered. It wouldn’t be unlikely. He was known to use lab glassware like drink cups. She took another sniff of the liquid, it smelled very enticing to her and made her thirsty. The redheaded cowgirl looked around the lab and perked up an ear for any nearby footfalls. Nothing. She considered whether she should actually drink it or leave it in case the professor was coming back for it. Still, he rarely seemed to finish milkshakes they had melted and she needed to clean up this mess.

“Screw it,” She said to herself and drank down the flask’s contents.

In a few moments, Breanna had finished the flask. It tasted pretty good but had a weird aftertaste she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She was about to put the flask in the bin when suddenly she felt her whole body shudder. Breanna fell to her hands and knees as parts of her body started to ache and shift as she felt a heat slowly rising in her and spreading across every part of her being. She cried out in pain and groaned through gritted teeth, “Damn you, Professor Reed! If I die from this, I swear to god I’ll haunt your lazy ass to your dying breath!”

She felt a strange heat cover her body and flood her senses, making it hard for her to fully process what was happening to her. Her limbs and torso extended while muscle, sinew and fat redistributed themselves across her body beneath her skin and fur. Her clothes groaned and creaked as her body shape altered, with seams fraying and slowly snapping as this continued. Her muscles toned in some areas while fat covered some of it in a shapely form, most notably at her bottom as it expanded and plumped. Her hair grew from a short bob to pouring down her back, stopping just short of her waist. Among the intense sensations, Breanna felt a painful tightness and heat rising from her chest. She brought her right arm up to her upper torso as if holding it would keep it from bursting. As she held it, her bosom began to swell and strain the fabric of her shirt. Quickly the pressure became too much for both her and her clothing and as Breanna threw herself on to her back, her bosom burst forth into a now massive pair of tits and her clothes practically exploded into tatters. After this, Breanna collapsed on her back panting as her pain and heat faded away.

As this went on a few sections away, a few other lab techs heard a loud thump come from a wall at the end of the hallway. More thumps came following, becoming louder and louder as a crack began to appear in the wall before finally a loud CRASH came as the crack broke apart and a massive rhinoceros came through the wall.

“GET READY, YOU NERDS! ROCK HIDE’S COME TO CRASH THE PARTY!”

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