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Ice Cream of the Crop - Early Access (Tg)
🕑 Added 2025-04-13 16:00:45 +0000 UTC"Subject twenty-seven, please step forward towards the table," the intercom told me from no doubt behind the one-way mirror where scientists probably were huddled. I stepped up to the table, a bit embarrassed to be naked in front of so many people, even if I couldn't see them. On the table sat a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, partially melted from being at room temperature. "Uh, do you want me to... eat it?" I asked, genuinely confused. I received no response and bent over the carton, looking close when the contents leapt at me, striking me in the face.
"Marvelous," a voice said from the observation room as I struggled to pull the strange mass from my head, "It seems to have found a proper host!" I kept thrashing, trying to pull the glob off but every hole I made was refilled by more of the ooze. My arms started to fatigue, adrenaline wearing off as my fight-or-flight system was overridden. With one final attack, my arms hit the slime and became stuck. I could feel the substance moving down my arms, the sensation cold as if it actually was ice cream. My vision started to return as the sludge moved on from my head, not leaving it unchanged.
I stared into the mirror, shocked to see a girl looking back at me, albeit made of ice cream. "What the fuck!" I shouted in my new shrill voice. I felt my face with my new, minty hands. They sank deep into my skin as if it were made of gelatin. Too distracted by my changes, I stopped fighting the glob as it made its way to my chest where it continued sculpting my body to its liking. I went stiff as I felt the cold invade my nipples, unable to do anything but watch as my chest grew larger and rounder until I had a set of perky breasts. I touched them instinctively but was met by an overwhelming pleasure, one that the slime took advantage of as it made its way to my lower half.
The icy goop overtook my crotch and hips, but I was too shaken and tired to fight it as it consumed more of my body, converting it into more of itself. I sat on the floor, aware of the added mass to my hips and thighs that gave me a much more feminine silhouette as the ice cream finished its work on my genitals, fully reverting them to a woman's sex. It continued onwards with my legs, forcing them to be shapely. It finished with my feet before sinking below my pale green skin, becoming part of my mass. All that sat in the room now was an empty carton and a woman made of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"Spectacular!" The scientists said over the intercom, "You're the first subject to survive the gene manipulation. I stood up, eyes burning with rage at what they had done to me, and then I noticed a duct in the top corner of the room. As if I had done it my entire life, I threw my arm out in a long string and pulled myself towards the vent and through the slats, disappearing into the ventilation. "Let's see just how spectacular you think it really is," I grumbled to myself as I found the vent into the observation room, dropping in front of multiple scientists, too stunned to say anything. "I wonder if any of you are genetic matches," I laughed as I charged them.
