It was late... 2AM... and Damon still hadn't gone to rest yet. He was so close... "Come on... don't blow up on me again... just... one last drop of liquid latex... please don't explode..." he said as he pressed on the rubber tip of the eyedropper, bracing himself for more singed fur and a burnt ego.
The drop fell the from the glass tube. Plop. Floc.
3...
2...
1...
Nothing. The raccoon opened an eye, then lowered his arm. The liquid bubbled like a soda inside the bottle, just like it did that one time he accidentally synthesized it. Now he did it on purpose, had its exact composition noted. He grinned. "Eureka! I got it! This is it!" he shouted, holding the bottle in his shaking hands, in ecstasy from his success. He pressed the button on his recorder.
"Damon here. Experiment number 128 gave a satisfactory result. Colour is consistent... smell is too... consistency is conforming to the accidental concentrated sample. Now... to test it."
He skipped hours of counter-research and safety regulations, but who cares when you're a raccoon and a mad scientist? With no hesitation he took a mouthful and swallowed.
Tasted like cherries. Perfect.
Immediately his stomach rumbled as the serum began to take effect. Immediately Damon knew he managed to recreate it. His belly was bulging out, fur matting into shiny, light grey rubber, on which scutes were appearing, printed on his gut.
"Tastes is consistent... and symptoms of acute Seadragonitus are exhibited on my person. It works!"
He laughed maniacally as he slowly bloated, tail fattening. He quickly then texted Espresso. He'd need a hand for drinking the anti-serum he had developed a couple weeks ago. Now that he had both in his hands... or rather... his hand and flipper at this point... the possibilities were endless...
Just a boost of inspiration I had while AGAIN thinking about sea dragons. Don't judge me ok? hahaha. Featuring a, this time, not so unhappy raccoon!
Enjoy!
Char & Artwork - Mine.
You may not use, repost, claim as yours, copy, trace, even partially, without my written consent.
The drop fell the from the glass tube. Plop. Floc.
3...
2...
1...
Nothing. The raccoon opened an eye, then lowered his arm. The liquid bubbled like a soda inside the bottle, just like it did that one time he accidentally synthesized it. Now he did it on purpose, had its exact composition noted. He grinned. "Eureka! I got it! This is it!" he shouted, holding the bottle in his shaking hands, in ecstasy from his success. He pressed the button on his recorder.
"Damon here. Experiment number 128 gave a satisfactory result. Colour is consistent... smell is too... consistency is conforming to the accidental concentrated sample. Now... to test it."
He skipped hours of counter-research and safety regulations, but who cares when you're a raccoon and a mad scientist? With no hesitation he took a mouthful and swallowed.
Tasted like cherries. Perfect.
Immediately his stomach rumbled as the serum began to take effect. Immediately Damon knew he managed to recreate it. His belly was bulging out, fur matting into shiny, light grey rubber, on which scutes were appearing, printed on his gut.
"Tastes is consistent... and symptoms of acute Seadragonitus are exhibited on my person. It works!"
He laughed maniacally as he slowly bloated, tail fattening. He quickly then texted Espresso. He'd need a hand for drinking the anti-serum he had developed a couple weeks ago. Now that he had both in his hands... or rather... his hand and flipper at this point... the possibilities were endless...
Just a boost of inspiration I had while AGAIN thinking about sea dragons. Don't judge me ok? hahaha. Featuring a, this time, not so unhappy raccoon!
Enjoy!
Char & Artwork - Mine.
You may not use, repost, claim as yours, copy, trace, even partially, without my written consent.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Raccoon
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