Just a little sequence/story without any TG stuff. Got a bit inspired while brainstorming. Hope y’all don’t mind the change of pace!
Dr. Sara Loom’s day at Helix Laboratories had started like any other – cataloging specimens, running tests, maintaining the strict protocols that kept their cutting-edge research safe. But one small slip would change everything.
The specimen had arrived that morning: an iridescent green liquid that seemed to pulse with its own inner light. “Extraterrestrial biological sample,” the manifest had said. Sarah had handled hundreds of unusual substances before, all properly contained in their reinforced glass vessels.
She never saw the hairline crack in the container.
The first drop touched her skin like ice. Sara gasped, watching in horror as her hand began to take on a sickly green hue. Her colleagues backed away, their faces masks of shock as the transformation spread rapidly across her body. The pain was intense – not burning, but stretching, changing, reforming. Yet underneath the pain, there was something else – a strange, electric thrill that made her heart race.

A new wave of panic seized her as she felt a tingling sensation across her scalp. Her long blonde hair, which she’d always taken such pride in, began falling out in clumps, scattering across the laboratory floor like abandoned gold. She reached up with transforming hands, feeling the smooth, hardening skin where her hair had been. The loss of this last vestige of her humanity sent a sob catching in her throat – but it turned into something else, something closer to a growl.
Her skin began to ripple, hardening into armored plates that gleamed under the fluorescent lights. The transformation crawled up her arms, each finger elongating into razor-sharp claws that scraped against the laboratory floor. Sara tried to scream, but her voice caught in her throat as her neck began to stretch and twist, vertebrae cracking and reforming. With each change, new sensations flooded her mind – power coursing through her altered muscles, strength she’d never known possible.
The change reached her face, and Sara felt her jaw begin to shift. Bones cracked and reformed as her mouth elongated into a reptilian muzzle. Her teeth, once perfectly aligned from years of orthodontic work, began to sharpen and multiply, becoming rows of deadly fangs. Her tongue lengthened grotesquely, turning green and sinuous. The world took on new dimensions as her eyes transformed, turning a brilliant amber-gold.

Terror gripped her human mind, but something else was awakening – primitive, predatory instincts that made her blood sing with excitement. Every movement felt more graceful, more powerful. The scents of the laboratory became sharper, richer, filling her transforming brain with new information. She could smell her colleagues’ fear, and to her horror, part of her relished it.
“Get out! Lock down the laaaaabb!” she managed to roar through her transforming mouth, the words barely recognizable as human speech. Her lab coat split at the seams as multiple serpentine tails burst from her lower back, whipping through the air with minds of their own. Each movement sent lab equipment crashing to the floor as her new appendages sought balance. The chaos should have frightened her, but instead, she felt a surge of wild exhilaration.
The metamorphosis continued relentlessly. Her skin, now completely transformed into armored plates, developed intricate patterns of darker green striations. Her muscles rippled and grew beneath the armored hide, granting her new form terrible strength. With each passing second, the alien instincts grew stronger – the urge to hunt, to chase, to prove her dominance as an apex predator. The rational scientist in her mind wrestled with these new impulses, even as another part of her embraced them.

As the containment alerts blared through the facility, something shifted in her transformed mind. The terrified human scientist, so desperately clinging to her identity, began to fade like a distant dream. Yet her knowledge remained – every chemical formula, every biological process, every scientific principle was still crystal clear in her enhanced mind. She understood exactly what was happening to her at a molecular level, how the alien compound had rewritten her DNA. The difference was, she no longer cared about preserving her humanity. This new form wasn’t a tragedy – it was an ascension.
With fluid, predatory grace, she moved through the darkened laboratory. Each step, each sinuous movement of her tails, felt more natural than the last. Through the glass walls, she could see her former colleagues watching in horror – Dr. Martinez, who had mentored her through her PhD; Wei, who had shared lunch with her every Wednesday; Jessica, who had just asked her to be a bridesmaid. Their fear was intoxicating, far sweeter than any of the bland social connections she’d maintained as a human. The way they trembled at her presence filled her with a savage joy that no published paper or successful experiment had ever matched.
A low, satisfied hiss escaped her fanged maw as she surveyed her domain. She recognized every piece of equipment, every chemical compound on the shelves – but now she saw them through the eyes of a predator. The centrifuge wasn’t just for separating samples; it could become a projectile. The chemical storage cabinet contained compounds that could disable the security systems. Her scientific knowledge hadn’t diminished; it had been weaponized.
The security locks engaged with heavy thuds, but she felt no fear. She knew the exact composition of the reinforced doors, understood precisely how much force would be required to breach them. Let them try their containment protocols. She flexed her claws against the floor, feeling the tiles crack beneath them. Their attempts at containment would fail, just as their attempts to control and study the alien substance had failed. They would learn, as she had, that nature – even alien nature – could not be contained by mere walls and doors.
The predator that had once been Sara Loom smiled, revealing rows of gleaming fangs. She could already calculate a dozen ways to escape, could anticipate exactly how her former colleagues would react. Their predictable human responses seemed so quaint now, so limited. She had become something greater – a perfect fusion of scientific intellect and apex predator. Every cell in her transformed body sang with power and purpose.
This was not an ending. This was not a tragedy. This was the moment she had truly begun to live.
