Chapter 5: Chapter 5
The lab was bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights, casting long, dancing shadows across the sterile white surfaces. The air was thick with the scent of chemicals and the faint hum of machinery, a symphony of sounds that had become as familiar to Amelia as her own heartbeat. She sat at her desk, her fingers tapping nervously against the worn wooden surface, her eyes scanning the rows of test tubes and beakers lining the shelves. She could feel the weight of Maxwell's gaze on her, heavy and intense, a physical force that made her skin prickle with awareness.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "Alright, Maxw...Master." a shudder of electricity coursed down her spine as she continued to use his mew title. "Let's analyze the serum. But I need you to promise me something." She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation. "What's that?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "Promise me that no matter what we find, no matter what happens, you won't give up on me. That you'll stay by my side, helping me navigate this...this new reality." Her voice was filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her.
Maxwell placed his hand on her head, like a favored pet, as he responded. "There's no way I would abandon you. I've taken responsibility for your well being, and that is not something I will just forget." Maxwell's voice was firm, resolute, and Amelia felt a wave of relief wash over her. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Master. That means a lot to me." Maxwell's eyes softened at her words, and he reached out, gently squeezing her shoulder. "You don't need to thank me, Amelia. I'm here for you, no matter what. Now, let's get to work. We have a puzzle to solve." Amelia nodded, turning her attention to the serum samples laid out before her.
She picked up a test tube, holding it up to the light, examining the liquid within. It was a clear, shimmering substance, almost like liquid silver, and it seemed to dance and shift in the light, as if alive. She shivered, a sudden chill running down her spine, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the serum was watching her, waiting.
'Let's start with the basics,' Maxwell said, pulling up a stool to sit beside her. 'We know it's a modified strain of the retrovirus, designed to rewrite specific genes related to social behavior and emotional response.
But we need to figure out exactly which genes, and how the serum is targeting them.' Amelia nodded, her fingers already reaching for her notes, scribbling down their train of thought. 'Right. And we need to find out why it's not reversing on its own. The retrovirus should have a limited lifespan, especially with the modifications I made.' Maxwell nodded, his eyes scanning the various serum samples. 'Let's start by running a comparative analysis.
We'll take samples from both your pre-serum and post-serum blood work, and compare the genetic expression. That should give us a clearer picture of what's changed and where,' Maxwell suggested, his voice clinical, yet comforting. Amelia nodded, her mind already racing with the task at hand. She pulled out two vials from the mini-fridge, one labeled 'Pre-Serum' and the other 'Post-Serum'. She placed them on the table, along with the necessary equipment for the analysis.
'I'll prepare the samples,' she said, her voice steady, her hands sure.
She picked up the first vial, the 'Pre-Serum' sample, and carefully pipetted a small amount into a test tube. She repeated the process with the 'Post-Serum' sample, her brow furrowed in concentration. Maxwell watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and concern. She was a scientist through and through, her dedication to her work unwavering, even in the face of her own transformation.
'Amelia,' he said, his voice soft, 'perhaps I should analyze the samples. I don't doubt your desire to fix this problem, but I worry that the serum may continue to have an effect on your work.' Maxwell's voice was gentle, almost apologetic, but Amelia could hear the worry underlying his words. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with determination.
'You're right, Max...Master.' She still stumbled over the title, but it was becoming more natural with each use. 'I'm not at my best right now. But I can't just sit back and do nothing. I need to be involved in figuring this out. I need to help fix this.' Amelia's voice was filled with a mix of frustration and desperation, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her.
Maxwell nodded, understanding her need to be involved.
"Alright, Amelia. But I'll guide you through it. We'll work together, but you'll have to trust my judgment. Can you do that?" His voice was firm yet gentle, his eyes holding hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter.
"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the title, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She trusted Maxwell, but this new dynamic between them was both thrilling and terrifying.
She felt a strange sense of comfort in his dominance, a safety net in the chaos swirling around her. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease, like she was teetering on the edge of a precipice, one wrong move away from tumbling into the abyss.
Maxwell began to guide her through the analysis, his voice calm and steady, a beacon in the storm of her thoughts. "First, we'll extract the RNA from both samples. Then we'll use reverse transcriptase to convert it into cDNA."
Amelia nodded, her mind focusing on the task at hand.
She carefully extracted the RNA from both samples, her hands steady despite the turmoil within her. Maxwell watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and concern. She could feel his gaze on her, intense and unwavering, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
'Good,' he murmured, his voice low and approving. 'Now, let's convert that RNA into cDNA using reverse transcriptase.'
Amelia nodded, her fingers already reaching for the necessary reagents. She mixed them carefully, her brow furrowed in concentration. Maxwell guided her through each step, his voice steady and reassuring.
Amelia felt a sense of calm wash over her, the familiar routine of the lab work grounding her, anchoring her to reality. Yet, she couldn't ignore the undercurrent of tension, the electricity that sparked between them with every glance, every touch.
As they worked, Amelia's mind raced. She thought about the serum, about the changes it had wrought in her. She thought about Maxwell, about the dynamic between them, about the word 'master' that now hung heavily in the air. She thought about the fear and excitement that coiled within her, the yearning for something she couldn't quite name.
She thought about the way Maxwell's voice made her insides quiver, the way his touch sent sparks dancing across her skin. She thought about the way he looked at her, with a mix of concern and desire, like he wanted to protect her and consume her all at once.
Meanwhile, Maxwell watched Amelia work, his gaze never wavering from her. He admired her dedication, her intelligence, her resilience. He saw the way she bit her lip in concentration, the way her eyes lit up when she was deep in thought.
He saw the way her breath hitched when he praised her, the way her body tensed when he touched her. He saw the struggle she was having, the internal battle raging within her. He saw the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty, the longing. And he knew, he knew that he would do anything to help her, to ease her suffering, to see her smile again.
"Amelia," he said, his voice soft yet firm, "I need you to focus.
This will help us pinpoint which genes have been affected by the serum," Maxwell explained, his voice calm and steady. Amelia nodded, her eyes focused on the task ahead. She could feel the familiar hum of the lab, the quiet hum of the machines, the soft glow of the lights. It was a sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the work, in the science. And right now, she needed that more than anything.
Maxwell guided her through the process, his voice a soothing rhythm in the background. They worked this way for over half an hour. Suddenly, Maxwell realized that tears were sliding down Amelia's cheeks. Was she hurting? Had the serum caused yet another change? "Amelia. What's happening right now? Are you okay?"
Amelia looked up from what she was doing, confusion and tears in her eyes. "I'm doing everything you tell me to. I am, ma-master. But I don't understand any of it. I don't know what's going on, or what we are doing. What's happening to me?" Amelia's voice cracked, a mixture of confusion and fear. Maxwell's heart ached at the sight of her tears, the vulnerability in her voice. He reached out, gently touching her arm, his thumb brushing away a rogue tear.
"It's alright, Amelia," he soothed, his voice low and reassuring. "It's the serum. It's affecting your cognitive abilities, your understanding of complex tasks. It's why I needed to guide you through this."
Amelia took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes wide with realization. "I'm...I'm not stupid, am I?
I mean, I was always the smart one, the one with the answers, the one who could solve any puzzle. But now...now I can't even comprehend the most basic of tasks. What's happening to me, Master?" Amelia's voice was filled with a mix of fear and self-doubt, her eyes searching Maxwell's face for any sign of confirmation.
Maxwell's heart went out to her. He could see the turmoil brewing inside her, the fear of losing her intellect, her identity. He squeezed her arm gently, his voice firm yet comforting. "No, Amelia, you're not stupid.
Far from it," Maxwell reassured her, his voice steady and sure. "The serum is designed to alter certain aspects of your personality, your social behaviors. It seems it's also affecting your cognitive abilities, at least temporarily. But that doesn't mean you've lost your intelligence. It's just...temporarily misdirected."
Amelia took a shuddering breath, nodding slightly. Maxwell could see the relief in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. He wanted to pull her into a hug, to comfort her, but he held back.
Instead, he gave her arm a final squeeze before releasing it. "We'll figure this out, Amelia. Together. But for now, let's take a break. You've been at this for hours, and I think we could both use some rest."
Amelia nodded, wiping away the last of her tears. "You're right. I just...I just need a moment. I'll be back soon." She stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the tiled floor, and made her way to the small break room attached to the lab.
Maxwell watched her go, his heart heavy with concern.
He knew she needed a moment to herself, to process everything that was happening. He turned back to the lab bench, his eyes scanning the samples and equipment scattered across the surface. He picked up a test tube containing a sample of the serum, holding it up to the light. It shimmered and shifted, like liquid silver, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was alive, that it was watching him.
He set the test tube down, his mind racing. He needed to find a way to reverse the effects of the serum, to bring Amelia back to her old self.
But the serum was unlike anything he'd ever seen, a complex blend of retroactive and proactive genetic modification that seemed to defy all logic. He knew he had to dig deeper, to find the root cause of the serum's effects, and fast.
Maxwell turned to the computer, pulling up the genetic sequencing data they'd obtained from the serum samples. He scrolled through the lines of code, his eyes scanning the data for any anomalies, any deviations from the norm. And then he saw it - a tiny, almost imperceptible mutation in one of the genes associated with social behavior.
It was like a single, discordant note in an otherwise harmonious symphony, a tiny wrinkle in the otherwise smooth fabric of Amelia's genetic makeup. He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing as he examined the data more closely. The mutation was subtle, but it was there - a single nucleotide polymorphism that seemed to be triggering a cascade of changes in the surrounding genes. This was it, he thought, the key to understanding the serum's effects on Amelia.
He jotted down the gene's location and function, his mind already racing with possibilities.
If he could identify the specific gene targeted by the serum, he might be able to reverse its effects. He glanced at the door to the break room, where Amelia was still taking her moment, and felt a renewed sense of urgency. He had to figure this out, and fast.
Maxwell turned back to the computer, pulling up the genetic database. He entered the gene's information, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he waited for the results. After what felt like an eternity, the screen populated with a list of related genes and their functions. He scanned the list, his eyes widening as he realized the implications.
The gene in question was a master regulator, responsible for coordinating the expression of a vast network of other genes. It was like the conductor of an orchestra, directing the symphony of cellular activity that made up Amelia's body and mind. And the serum had mutating it, causing it to play a different tune, one that was throwing the entire symphony off-key.
Maxwell's heart pounded in his chest as he considered the implications. If he could reverse this mutation, he could potentially restore Amelia's original genetic makeup and reverse the effects of the serum. But it wouldn't be easy.
The gene in question was a complex one, with multiple regulatory domains and binding sites. And the mutation was subtle, a single nucleotide change that would be difficult to revert without causing unintended consequences. Maxwell leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he considered the challenge ahead.
He heard the door to the break room creak open, and Amelia emerged, her eyes red from crying but her expression determined. She walked over to where Maxwell was sitting, her steps measured and deliberate. She stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders, her touch light yet firm.
Maxwell could feel the tension in her fingers, the slight tremble that betrayed her nervousness. He reached up, covering one of her hands with his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"It's going to be okay, Amelia," he murmured, his voice low and reassuring. "We'll figure this out, together."
Amelia nodded, her breath hitching slightly. "I know. I just...I just need to be involved in this, Max...Master. I need to understand what's happening to me."
Maxwell turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with understanding.
"I know, Amelia. And you will be. But for now, let's focus on finding a solution. Tell me, do you remember anything unusual happening after you administered the serum to yourself?"
Amelia frowned, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall. "No, not really. I mean, I felt a bit strange, like a warm tingling sensation spreading through my body. But that was it. Nothing out of the ordinary."
Maxwell nodded, his mind racing. "Alright, let's try something. Close your eyes and focus on that sensation.
Try to remember if there was anything else, anything unusual about it," Maxwell instructed, his voice calm and steady. Amelia took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she concentrated. Maxwell watched her, his gaze intense, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I...I think..." Amelia's voice was hesitant, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Yes, there was something. It was like...like a spark, a tiny explosion of light. It happened once, right in the center of my chest.
Then it fizzled out, like a match being extinguished. I don't know why I didn't remember it sooner," Amelia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Maxwell could see the effort it took her to recall this detail, the strain in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders. He reached up, gently squeezing her hand, offering her a small smile of encouragement.
"That's excellent, Amelia. That could be the key to understanding what's happening," Maxwell said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and concern. "I think I might have found something too.
Look at this," Maxwell said, turning back to the computer screen. He pointed at a line of code, highlighting a particular sequence. "This gene, it's a master regulator. It controls the expression of a whole network of other genes. And the serum, it's mutated it somehow."
Amelia leaned in, her eyes scanning the lines of code. "That's...that's not supposed to happen. The serum was designed to target specific genes, not...not this." Her voice trailed off, a mixture of shock and fear in her eyes.
"Exactly," Maxwell agreed, his voice grim.
"And it seems like this mutation is causing a cascade of changes in your genetic expression. It's like a domino effect, with one gene triggering a chain reaction in others." He glanced at Amelia, concern etched on his face. "That's why you're experiencing these...changes. Your body, your mind, they're responding to these new signals, these new instructions."
Amelia nodded, her eyes wide with realization. "So, if we can reverse this mutation, we can stop the chain reaction. We can bring me back to normal." Her voice was filled with a mix of hope and desperation.
Maxwell nodded, his expression thoughtful.
"That's the theory, yes. But it won't be easy. This gene is complex, and the mutation is subtle. We'll need to be careful not to cause further damage while trying to fix it." He turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Are you sure you want to proceed with this, Amelia? There's still so much we don't know about the serum, about its long-term effects. We could be playing with fire here."
Amelia met his gaze, her eyes steady and resolute. "I'm sure, Maxwell."
"Alright" he said. "Then we have one other problem we may have to deal with. Do you see this? It's an image of your brain. There is an entirely altered wrinkle in your brain that seems to be cutting part of your functions off from each other. You know how you don't remember much that happened until after you woke up strapped to the table? It's possible that the serum made a completely different personality inside of you brain. Not in a psychological sense, like MPD, but in a literal sense, splitting off a section of your brain to house this other version of you. And there's no way of knowing what she knows, or when she might try to express herself. She was not very intelligent a couple hours ago, mostly feral and luat filled, but she could be growing smarter. And she may try to fight us. So the quicker we fix this, the better."
Maxwell's voice was grave, his eyes reflecting the seriousness of the situation. Amelia's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and determination coursing through her veins. She knew the risks, knew the potential consequences of their actions. But she also knew that she couldn't live like this, a slave to her own body, her own mind. "Alright, Maxwell. What do we need to do?"
Maxwell turned back to the computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he pulled up a genetic editing software.
"I'll need to design a custom gene therapy vector to target this mutation," he explained, his voice focused and determined. "It's a complex process, but if we can deliver the correct DNA sequence to the right cells, we might be able to reverse the mutation and stop the chain reaction."
Amelia watched him work, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear. She had always known Maxwell was brilliant, but seeing him in action like this, it was like watching a master at work. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
Maxwell turned to face her. "You will have the toughest job of all. You need to sit there, and not allow yourself to interfere. We need to bind you In some way, so that if that other you does present itself, she won't be able to destroy our work. Now that we have an actual solution in mind, she may become much more active." Amelia nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you propose we do?" Amelia asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
Maxwell turned to face her, his expression thoughtful. "I think we should sedate you, Amelia.
Just enough to keep you under control if the other version of you tries to resurface," Maxwell suggested, his voice gentle yet firm. "It's the safest option, given the circumstances."
Amelia bit her lip, considering the proposal. She didn't like the idea of being unconscious while her life hung in the balance, but she understood the necessity. "Alright," she agreed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But promise me, Maxwell. Promise me that you won't let them...let them do anything to me while I'm out."
"Amelia, there is no them. The only people that have any idea what's happened here tonight are you and I. By the time anyone else finds out, we'll have either fixed it, or you may not be you anymore." Maxwell's voice was firm, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. She trusted Maxwell, trusted him to keep her safe, to bring her back to herself. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Let's do this."
Maxwell moved quickly, preparing the sedative. He explained each step to Amelia, his voice calm and steady, a lifeline in the storm of her thoughts.
"This is a mild sedative, just enough to keep you under control if...if the other version of you tries to resurface.
I've added a local anesthetic to it as well, so you won't feel any discomfort. I'll give you a moment to prepare mentally before administering it." Maxwell handed Amelia a cup of water and a small pill. She looked at it, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it, the point of no return. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
"Maxwell," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Promise me that you'll be here with me. Promise me that you won't leave my side until this is over." Her eyes begged him, desperate and vulnerable.
"It will be alright" maxwell said, reaching out to place his hand on hers comfortingly. As he looked to her face, seeing the despair suddenly replaced with fire, he knew something was wrong. Before he could react, Amelia's other hand slammed onto his, leaving a scaplel sprouting from the back of his hand. In a moment of shock, he dropped the syringe and reached for the scalpel. Amelia dove for the syringe, scooped it up, then slammed in into Maxwell's thigh, depressing the plunger all the way. He pulled the scalpel free and lunged for her, landing on her kneeling form. He held her down. "What are you doing?"
Amelia smiled as she arched her back underneath him. "Master. I just wanted to play. Why are you trying to get rid of me?"
This is her, Maxwell knew. This was the other Amelia, and she was dangerous. He didn't have long before the sedative would kick in, and he wouldn't be able to fight back any more. "Don't do this." He gasped. "I'm ordering you. As your master, I'm ordering you to not do whatever this is." Maxwell's voice was firm, his eyes locked onto Amelia's, searching for any sign of the woman he knew. But all he saw was a wild, feral gleam, a twisted parody of the intelligence and warmth he was used to.
Amelia — or rather, the creature wearing her face — laughed, a sound that sent shivers down Maxwell's spine. "But master, im doing this for you." she taunted, her voice a low purr. "We'll get rid of that boring woman, and then we can have fun." She lifted his bleeding hand, looking at it. She licked the blood trail streaming down his arm, then looked up at him. "See master. I'm the better one. I'm the one that will make you happy."
Maxwell's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation.
This wasn't just Amelia anymore; it was something else, something wild and unpredictable. He had to act fast, before the sedative she'd administered to him took full effect.
"Listen to me," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "You are not Amelia. You are a manifestation of the serum's effects, a glitch in her genetic code. But you are not her. Your killing her. A human body can't go through whats happening to her. Youll both die. Listen to me."
The creature beneath him laughed, a sound that sent chills down Maxwell's spine. "Oh, master. Always so serious.
Can't we just have some fun?" She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge Maxwell, but he held firm, his grip tightening on her wrists. His vision began to swim, the sedative starting to take effect. He had to act fast.
"Amelia, listen to me," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't you. You're killing her. You're killing Amelia. You have to stop this, now."
The creature beneath him paused, her eyes flickering with something that almost resembled recognition.
Maxwell could feel his limbs growing heavy, the sedative coursing through his veins, clouding his thoughts. He had to make this count.
"Amelia," he whispered, his voice barely audible now. "You're stronger than this. You're smarter than this. You're better than this. Fight it. Fight her. Come back to me."
The creature's eyes darted back and forth, her brow furrowing as if she were trying to process his words. Maxwell could feel his grip on her wrists loosening, his fingers growing numb. He was running out of time.
The edges of his vision were starting to blur, and his thoughts were becoming sluggish. Amelia looked at him for a moment, her eyes almost focusing, then her head cocked to side and she smiled wide as maxwell's arms finally gave out and he slumped to the ground beside her.
Amelia hopped up. "Don't worry master. You'll feel better soon." She moved to the table, looking at the sample of the serum they'd been studying. "Maybe you'll feel just like me."
Maxwell realized what she was saying. The panic and adrenaline didn't give his arms any strength, but they allowed the fog to clear for a moment. "No. Amelia. Don't. Not that." His mind raced as he lay slumped against the floor. "My cock. You like my cock, right? If you give me that serum, it may get rid of my cock. I may become a woman like you. You could lose your fun times."
Amelia looked at him, sprawled out on the floor. She smiled and reached up, cupping her breasts. "Or you could become bigger, like me." She staggered around the room, accentuating her graceful curves.
"You dont know that," Maxwell gasped. "You can't possibly know what it might do to me. What happened to you was an accident. That serum should never have been used on human testing, and even now, ot might be killing both of you." With one last, small burst of energy, he pushed his leg out, trying to bump the table, maybe knock over the vial, but his kick was so weak, the table barely moved.
Amelia watched him, her head tilted, amusement in her eyes. "You're pathetic, Master. You can't even move a table." She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying, and knelt down, her face inches from his. "But don't worry, I have a plan. I know how to make you strong again." She reached out, her fingers trailing down his cheek, his neck, his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a wild, hungry gleam. "But first, I have to get rid of a little bug." She stood up and turned to the serum, lifting it in one hand. "She's still in here, and she is terrified. This should help me deal with her." Amelia lifted the vial towards her lips, planning to drink the silvery liquid.
Maxwell laughed quietly as he watched her lift the vial. That was the only dose, if she drank it, she couldn't possible be smart enough to recreate it, so she couldn't give him a dose. Plus, the real Amelia had said the dose would be less effective if swallowed. He watched as she lifted the vial, then at the last moment, it swerved to the side, pouring some on her cheek.
She tried again, only to be blocked again. Amelia growled. "This Is going to happen," she screamed, seemingly at no one.
Good girl, Maxwell thought as he saw Amelia struggling against herself.
He knew that the real Amelia was still in there, fighting to regain control. And although he couldn't move or speak, he was determined to help her in any way he could.
Amelia's hands trembled as she tried once more to pour the serum into her mouth, but this time, without even coming close to her face, her hand tilted sideways and poured the serum on the floor.
Maxwell looked at Amelia's face, but instead of rage, he saw a wild smile. "It's okay," she laughed. I heard you say it could be applied topically. I don't mind rolling around on the ground naked." She quickly tore off her lab coat and pants, then threw her naked body on the floor and began rolling around in the puddled serum. Everywhere that it touched her skin, it began to glow again, like when she'd first injected herself with the serum. "See, I may not be a genius, but I'm getting smarter. I still win." Amelia cackled as she reveled her victory. She continued rubbing the serum across her skin, spreading the substance as far as it would go.
Maxwell watched in horror, still unable to move or help in any way.
He could only lie there, helpless, as he watched the feral version of Amelia revel in her newfound power. But as he watched, he couldn't help but notice something strange happening to the serum as it mixed with her skin.
At first, it glowed a bright, silvery blue, but then, as it began to fully absorb into her skin, the color shifted to a deep, rich gold. It was almost as if the serum was reacting to her in a way that it hadn't before.
The golden glow began to pulse, beating in time with Amelia's heart, and the air around her seemed to shimmer and warp. Maxwell watched in awe and terror as the serum seemed to merge with Amelia's skin, her body absorbing it at an alarming rate.
Amelia, lost in her euphoria, didn't seem to notice the change. She continued to rub the serum into her skin, her movements becoming more and more frenzied. "I can feel it, Master," she panted, her voice filled with a wild, exhilarated energy. "I can feel myself changing."
And she was changing. But not in the way she had been hoping. As Maxwell watched, he saw patches of her hair start to change from wavy blonde to straight dark hair. Her hips seemed to shrink, and her breasts became lopsided as one side shrank more than the other.
"That's right, bitch." Amelia's voice yelled. "I was distracted the last time this happened. All the pretty colors and feelings, I didn't know what was happening until it was already over. But I'd the serum could turn me into you, I'll sure do my damnedest to use it to turn you back into me." "Nooooo."
Maxwell watched as Amelia yelled and cursed, fighting against herself in an effort to see who would come out on top. After several minutes, the golden glow faded from her skin, and what was left was neither of Amelia's forms. Large hips and breasts than she started with, but not to such a outlandish degree as what she'd had after the initial change. And her hair. It was an impossible mash up of straight brown and wavy blonde. And it seemed that two transformations in one night was more than one body could handle. She collapsed to the ground, eyes rolled back and body shaking as if she were having seizures. Finally, she fell still, and both Amelia and Maxwell both now lay on the ground, unable to move, though Maxwell still retained his consciousness, and was beginning to feel some small amount of motion returning to his limbs. After 20 minutes or so, he was finally able to lift himself and he dragged himself to her body. She was still breathing, but seemed to be completely unresponsive. He strained to lift himself onto the bench, then moved to the drawers, grabbing the restraints he'd used earlier. After catching his breath, he returned to Amelia, and began binding her to the tablelegs. He didn't know who she'd be when she woke up. With that taken care of, he rolled away from her reach and let out a deep sigh. He needed rest. He'd deal with whatever came next after he slept.
Maxwell's eyes fluttered closed, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion and the lingering effects of the sedative. But his rest was fitful, plagued by dreams of wild, feral eyes and golden, glowing skin. He woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the remnants of a scream still echoing in his ears. It took him a moment to realize that the scream hadn't been his, but Amelia's.