Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Beatrice Black on 16-12-2010, 05:19:39</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 05:19:39</strong>
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				Gregory Ryan tapped the back of his head as he read over the results of the day's test. His grey eyes narrowed through his safety goggles, and he patted down his short brown hair.<br><br>"So... the genome redirector works... sort of. It never gets past 87% capacity, and <em>that</em> nearly shuts down the entire campus. Which is not good, as I'd really like to get that PhD one of these years."<br><br>He looked over at his fellow lab assistant hunched over the microscope, wishing not for the first time that it had been one of the female applicants that got the job. <br><br>"So, can we maybe crank it up to 100%? We can do it after office hours if you're worried it'll fry every electrical appliance in ten square blocks... which I'm sure is an exaggeration." It would be more like five square blocks, he thought to himself.<br><br>"And, y'know, I'm sure that curing genetic diseases would impress the opposite sex."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>16-12-2010, 09:24:02</strong>
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				Jack Bremer took his green eyes back from the microscope, and shook his head at his partner's comments "Women are rarely wooed by science, but luckily for us, if this works, the money will pick up the slack" <br><br>He looked up at Gregory, and tried to give him a winning smile. After a minute he shrugged, getting up from his seat "Sure, we're going to have to push the limit eventually, might as well do it before we waste ANOTHER few month of our lives," and went about getting the procedure ready.<br><br>It nearly 10pm now, and they had finished the preparations an hour ago, but they both wanted to be sure no-one would be around to sue them for getting shocked by an electrical surge.<br><br>"Here goes nothing" Jack said hopefully, and punched in the final key to start the test. The sounds of whirring machines filled the air as everything ran according to plan. "So far so good" he reported, watching the figures run by on his terminal "All the readings are...wait!" he called out in alarm, as around the lab the sounds of crackling electricity could be heard, <br><br>"Stop the-" he started, but it was too late, as they reached full power there was an explosion, their tests ruined, along with the computer their data was stored on. Jack had just been able to duck behind a desk, and was coughing in the smoke that was starting to fill the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 04:39:12</strong>
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				Greg watched the readings as the small glowing light inside the apparatus brightened and stayed bright, as the gauge climbed towards full power... as Jack said "All the readings are...wait!"<br><br>"Wait what, what wait? I don't like it when you say things like that - "<br><br>Greg turned as the redirector lit up inside and something cracked in its casing. "Wh-"<br><br>He just had time to raise a hand to shield his eyes. And the light was so strong he could see his bones through his flesh. And... were they moving, or just getting harder to see?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 11:01:35</strong>
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				Jack found his way back out from the desk, still coughing as he looked about the lab "Greg...where are you Greg!" He shouted, his head a little dizzy from the explosion.<br><br>He found Greg, and rushed over "Greg..man are you alright?" He seemed relieved at first, but after closing in, he sounded confused.<br><br>What he was worried about was the fact that it seemed like Greg's hair had been burned off him, all facial hair, and what little of his arms could be seen beneath his clothes. His scalp remained untouched though, which was what was the strangest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 04:47:23</strong>
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				Greg coughed and spluttered. "I... I have spots in front of my eyes. And... I'm all itchy." He scratched at his forearm, and Jack could see arm hair stuck inside the sleeve of his lab coat, coming away as he scratched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 11:22:11</strong>
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				The hair continued to fall from Greg's coat as he scratched, but the arms were becoming harder to see. Jack figured it was the frantic movements, but after nearly a minute, it was obvious that the coat was not fitting his partner anymore, the sleeves ruffled and folded at the wrists.<br><br>"Greg, stop scratching...I think something's wrong!" He said, grabbing at Greg's wrists, and feeling the skin soft and smooth under his fingers. He'd never seen himself as being bigger than his partner, but now it seemed almost obvious to Jack that Greg's wrists were thinner, his fingers smaller, less bulky. The first thought to go through Jack's head was that his partner had been starving himself, but he hadn't noticed before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>21-12-2010, 02:01:15</strong>
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				"I can't - it's - oww..." Greg winced as Jack grabbed his wrists and wrenched them away with ease, looking up at his partner now standing over him. <br><br>"S-something must have happened to you too. You were never this big or strong..." He frowned. "We need to call the professor, he'll know what to do about this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reagord</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 09:20:04</strong>
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				"I don't feel any different..." Jack said softly, looking at his arms, not noticing anything different than before, except for a small rip on the sleeve.<br><br>He nodded in agreement about the call, and turned to get the phone, trying it for a moment, finding there was no dial tone. He puts it back down, shaking his head "There's no tone, we must have knocked it out", the lights would still be on though because of the back-up generator.<br><br>He turns back to Greg, looking shocked again, there was obviously something wrong with him now. Where Greg had been taller than Jack, now he was nearly half a head shorter. Jack couldn't see it through Greg's lab coat though, but his body was subtly changing as well, his chest and hips starting to push out a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Another Day At The Lab (Beatrice Black and Reagord)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 08:12:42</strong>
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				"T-try your mobile," Greg stammered. "Or mine, it's in my jacket..." He pointed to the coat rack outside the clean room for outerwear, and as he did his lab coat's sleeve slid down, almost covering his hand. His coat was too large for him, all his clothes were... except, he could feel, across the chest and hips, there they actually felt a little tight.<br><br>"Oh shit, I'm shrinking?!" He looked up at Jack in a panic, eyes wide... and were they always that colour? <br><br>"What was that thing set to do?" he asked, his voice shrill wth fear.
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