Sifting through the teetering stacks of grant applications was hard work. Each dryly written paragraph explaining proposal budgets, each itemized list and bar graph added a pound of weight to his upper eyelids. Harold kept sleep at bay by pouring himself another cup of coffee from the carafe on the hot plate behind his desk, then swiveled back around and grabbed a oversized padded manila envelope from the top of the pile.
Huh. It was light. He disemboweled the package with his letter opener and shook the contents onto his desk. Out clattered a USB thumb-drive. Dammit, did this cheap bastard not want to print out their report? The fund's application guidelines very explicitly stated that there needed to be a hard copy component. He'd be damned if he was going to sit through some nerd's dismal PowerPoint presentation. Harold whipped the envelope like a frisbee towards the trash can in the far corner of his office. In mid flight, the spinning object disgorged a Polaroid, which fluttered to the ground like an injured bird.
Curiosity piqued, he walked over and examined the photo. It was a genetically modified young woman, cat ears poking though sleek silvery hair. Dark skin and golden eyes gave her an exotic look. The lab coat she was wearing made it hard to tell, but she looked slim. Not much up top. Definitely cute, just not his type.
Harold turned the photo over. In fat red marker there was written: "Dr. Isabella Basso. Grant application." Next to that was a big smooch in a deep shade of lipstick. What could that possibly mean? He sat back down in his chair and plugged the portable drive into his computer. There was one file on it. A movie.
It started with a static shot of a blackboard filled with a scrawl of formulas and figures. Then Isabella's head briefly eclipsed this image, huge and out of focus. After setting up the tripod to her satisfaction, she took position in front of the camera. She wasted no time in unbuttoning her lab coat and untucking her shirt, working it upwards, halting just below her modest bosom. Was this desperate creature about to do a strip-tease for grant money? Quite possibly. It was a sleazy affront to the application process. It was an outrage! It was spellbinding.
Harold was wide awake now, staring raptly at his monitor. With her left hand still curled around the bunched up fabric of her shirt, Isabella reached out of frame with her right to retrieve a test tube filled with what looked to be grape soda. He couldn't believe what happened next.This sequence has been animated by Sergio on the Process Forums.
Ever since toow's accomplices have been caught, Woot's back in full swing with several new stories and another sequence! Keep up the awesome hard work, Woot! w00t!
She is very cute, and I agree with 4morian5 that it is nice to occasionally see more "moderately" (ahahahaha!) sized girls, both as the starting point and the end point of a transformation. The newscaster from "FLAT Foiled" was adorable.
Interestingly this character bears a strong resemblance, both in looks and scholarly pursuits, to Marelle from Flaky Pastry:
Considering how Flaky Pastry's interdimensionaly-networked universe works, and Marelle's stuffishness, I could totally buy that this is Marelle's never-spoken-of scandalous little sister.
(Marelle's catlike ears never being explained, despite her existing in a bizarre universe where they would be easily explainable, is a running gag in the comic. She insists that she is not a catgirl.)
That is kind of an odd coincidence. Especially since the cat ears were added late into the sketch on a whim. And the color scheme was different at first too, she had light blonde hair and a dark tan.
And Jerkling would be wise not to flaunt any inside information they may have >:)
Huh. It was light. He disemboweled the package with his letter opener and shook the contents onto his desk. Out clattered a USB thumb-drive. Dammit, did this cheap bastard not want to print out their report? The fund's application guidelines very explicitly stated that there needed to be a hard copy component. He'd be damned if he was going to sit through some nerd's dismal PowerPoint presentation. Harold whipped the envelope like a frisbee towards the trash can in the far corner of his office. In mid flight, the spinning object disgorged a Polaroid, which fluttered to the ground like an injured bird.
Curiosity piqued, he walked over and examined the photo. It was a genetically modified young woman, cat ears poking though sleek silvery hair. Dark skin and golden eyes gave her an exotic look. The lab coat she was wearing made it hard to tell, but she looked slim. Not much up top. Definitely cute, just not his type.
Harold turned the photo over. In fat red marker there was written: "Dr. Isabella Basso. Grant application." Next to that was a big smooch in a deep shade of lipstick. What could that possibly mean? He sat back down in his chair and plugged the portable drive into his computer. There was one file on it. A movie.
It started with a static shot of a blackboard filled with a scrawl of formulas and figures. Then Isabella's head briefly eclipsed this image, huge and out of focus. After setting up the tripod to her satisfaction, she took position in front of the camera. She wasted no time in unbuttoning her lab coat and untucking her shirt, working it upwards, halting just below her modest bosom. Was this desperate creature about to do a strip-tease for grant money? Quite possibly. It was a sleazy affront to the application process. It was an outrage! It was spellbinding.
Harold was wide awake now, staring raptly at his monitor. With her left hand still curled around the bunched up fabric of her shirt, Isabella reached out of frame with her right to retrieve a test tube filled with what looked to be grape soda. He couldn't believe what happened next.
This sequence has been animated by Sergio on the Process Forums.