We tried it on monkeys, but the brainpower was too low, it had to be done by a human. Burt volunteered to be a test subject. I refused of course; this... was science, not some old Frankenstein movie. That night about 6 pm we were celebrating which we hoped was the conclusion of our project. Burt brought a bottle of champagne and although I don't usually drink I had a glass. I would like to say I was drunk and blame it on that, however to be truthful, the drink only relaxed me enough to make a. She has large, full hips, thick thighs, and breasts that are far too large for her body. She has wide, piercing green eyes. Her brunette hair is full and thick, and reaches down to the small of her back. She is wearing a tiny two-piece yellow thong bikini, with a series of beaded threads that hang down from a band around her waist. She stands on four-inch high red heels. Her voice is a soft, throaty purr. And for her animal modification, all of her exposed skin, including her face, is covered. While my moves were as precise, or quick, as before, I quickly picked up on the attack she was going to use before she even started to do it. My leathery muscles let her get in some glancing blows, which my shield easily absorbed, but what really pissed me off were her smart-assed comments about how sloppy my moves were now that I wasn’t picking on little girls and boys.I’ve had enough of this shit from you today.Using another technique where I got an arm under her arm pits, going over the. I decided to get up and see if Arnie was home from work. I stretched for a minute and then crawled out of bed, noticing that my waist was now no longer distended, and that it was a thin waist that quickly flared to a nice large bottom that I could shake like a belly dancer. I practiced doing it for a minute-never know when you'll need such a skill. I went to the bedroom door and peeked out. Arnie wasn't there, but there was my pile of clothes. I walked to the pile and selected something a.