Trial and Error #21

Sabrina cringed somewhat as Wildenstein fumbled with the camera,

She didn't need to say that, she thought to herself as he began to nervously document her feline form from various angles.

She felt she had to remind herself that she wasn't attracted to the Doctor, and to temper her lust, but it had come across rather... catty.

She could smell his, what was it, dejection, disappointment? She felt a little guilty for being so blunt, but it was easier to deal with than the previous scent he was giving off: Excitement.

Sabrina did her best to keep her mind off how good she looked and how powerful she felt as she modelled for Wildenstein, who was muttering hurriedly, making rushed notes between snaps.

She knew this was a serious, clinical process, not to mention, a moment of great scientific importance, but she just couldn't help but have a little fun with the camera. A playful wink here, a sly swish of the tail here. Sabrina's exhibitionism didn't go unnoticed, but Dr Wildenstein did his best to remain objective and professional, even as he photographed the mammoth curves of the catwoman's exposed breasts.

"Just fascinating... To have gained this uhm.. mass in such a short time... Once we learn a little more... The applications and implications of this, are staggering. I hope I'm not speaking too soon here, but this could be the start of something world changing.. "

Just as he started to become more enthused and animated, he caught himself and brought his thoughts back to the here and now. Clearing his throat, he motioned,

"Would you mind hopping on that bench a moment? I'd just like to take a few samples if that's alright with you"

With an agility that took him by surprise, Sabrina sprang up upon the medical examination bed. Landing on hands and knees with her tail raised in a decidedly feline pose seemingly caught both of them off guard. It was Sabrina's first instinct, but as she looked back at the bewildered Wildenstein, she realized how she must look. Animalistic and naked, her arched back pushing that round ass into the air as the tail twirled and curled.

They shared a few seconds staring awkwardly at each other until she spoke up,

"Uhm. Should I sit?"

The Doc restlessly fidgeted with his beard mumbling distractedly, "No. Yes. No! I mean, if you want. Whatever's comfortable. For you."

Sabrina's pose relaxed somewhat but remained unchanged, deciding that all-fours was perhaps the most comfortable after all.

"Do what ya gotta do Doc" she said, wiggling her ass so invitingly before chastising herself for letting her flirtations bubble over once again. Get it together Sabrina, you don't even like him, she told herself.

Wildenstein explained as he prepped a vial and some tweezers, "A little hair sample should help us get a better picture of what's going on with you. Along with your blood sample, it's very likely we'll be able to reverse engineer an antidote"

She let out a small but sudden yowl as a tiny tuft of fur was pulled from her hip. Her voice was full of suspicious concern..

"Reverse? Antidote?" Her fur bristled, painted claws curving out a little farther from her nail beds. The fanged fierce look from earlier returned, though this time, there was no hint of playfulness.