A Warm and Wet Little Slit
by Raven

Nanites coursed through Alec's system.

Dr. Robinson discarded the spent syringe into the sharps disposal box.
He smiled at the research assitant, nee competitor for the upcoming
corporate grant.

Alec thought, a little too late, that perhaps it wasn't the best time to
expose his mentor as the child pornographer that he was.

"Let me show you what my little inventions can do," gloated Robinson
triumphantly, yet smoothly.

Alec pleaded literally for his life.  "Please Bob . . . no.  It was a mistake.
I wan't tell.  I promise.  I can still be a help to you.  I still have things that
you need."

It was almost as if Robinson hadn't even heard Alec's desperate plea.

"You see Alec, the nanites are cybernetically limked to my brain waves.
I control them with but a thought.  All that I have to do is imagine the
change that I want in the host subject, and they go about causing that
transformation."

The furrowed brow of concentration appeared upon Robinson's face.  It
was followed by pain within Alec, the likes of which no human had
endured for quite some time.

"ARRRRRGH," Alec screamed in absolute agony.  Every call of his body
was on fire.

Like all good villians, Robinson felt a pathological need to explain himself
whilst Alec writhed in torture.

"Invention is a relative term.  I actually found them sealed in a vacuum
chamber, in an ancient artifact, while vacationing at an archeological dig.
Archeology is one of my hobbies, you know?  The container was quite
beyond the technology of the time.  That is when I knew that I had found
something quite extraordinary."

"AIIEEEE," moaned Alec.  He felt his body began to slowly shrink.  With
each passing second, his clothes became oversized.  Other parts of his
body itched like crazy.

"The tome that accompanied the artifact was from an alien civilization.  In
ancient times, they were belived to be wizards or magicians.  Their
technology was so far advanced that it just seemed like magic.  Who
would have thought that their potions and magical elixers were just nanites
suspended in a liquid solution.  Of course, their elaboratee ingrediants
were just to throw off the locals . . . and to make the mixture foul tasting.
It seems these aliens had a keen sense of humor," continued Robinson,
undeterred by the sounds of excruciating pain emanating from his subject.

"PLEASE!" yelled Alex, from inside a pile of clothes on the floor.  The
voice from within was now extremely high and airy.  One might have
imagined that helium was somehow involved.

"Once they are exposed to air, the nanites begin to replicate themselves
out of the raw material in the environment.  That is why they were stored
in a vacuum.  Once released, they become cybernetically limked to
whoever touchs them first.  I really have an endless supply of the little
buggers," he finished, finally.

By this time, Alec's cries of pain had subsided.  They were replaced by
gasps of air that accompany extreme bodily exertions.  His body had just
endured massive cellular trauma.

Despite the state of exhaustion, Alec struggled to escape from the
suffocating prison of the clothes.  When he sttod up, he was no more than
three feet tall!

Alec looked down at himself to discover an adolescent girl, no more than
the age of seven.  He was hairless, and slender . . . a slyph-like body of
a waif.  He felt long straight hair tickle his shoulders, back, waist, and the
top of his ass.

"Ah!  Quite pretty," declared Robinson.  "However, Alec will never do.
I think . . . Ariel would be more appropriate for you now!"

"What have you done to me?" whispered Ariel in her sweet, lilting little
girl's voice.

"I think that would be obvious by now, Sweetheart," replied Robinson in
a faux, patronizing manner.

Then Robinson eyed Ariel's new body in a uniquely critical way.  It was
the kind of scrutiny that an artist displays before addressing the easel.

"Perhaps one or two finishing touchs . . ." nodded Robinson.

Pain gripped the entirety of Ariel's body once again.  This time, she felt
her chest begin to expand outward to assume the shape of a much older,
if extremely endowed woman.  She felt her waist pinch and indent slightly,
just as she felt the fragile bones of her hips crackle.  Those hips flared
dramtically in contrast to her waist, to a more feminine form, ceratinly one
that would never be found on a seven year old girl.  The muscles inside
Ariel's body shifted into perfect, outlandish feminine contours.  What was
left was a seven year old little girl with the body of a nubile stripper.

Ariel felt the weight of the huge breasts pull her forward.  She adjusted her
back to compensate for the additional weight.

Suddenly, she felt her nipples harden and swell, in tandem with moist heat
sensation, and tingling, from her newly adjusted maidenhood.  Robinson
had tampered with Ariel's production of hormones.

Robinson drew closer now.  Wanton desire was written all over his face.

"Voila!  A modern day nymph, made to order!"

Drool dripped from the corner of Robinson's lips.  "You do have
something that I need Ariel.  A warm and wet little slit!"

He ran his fingers through her long hair.  Ariel leaned into the hand to meet
his touch, a randy grin on her face.  She quivered now from the enhanced
state of arousal that she felt, as a trickle of her own juices leaked from that
slit down the length of her inner thigh.