#the nutty professor

[beautification-tales]

The Frump

A female version of the Nutty Professor

Patty Frump was a scientist who didn't quite fit the stereotype. Her body curved in ways that defied the lab coat she wore with pride. It was her mind that was her true asset, not her looks, though she often wished it were the other way around. Her hair was a wild mess of untamed black curls that fought against the confines of her safety goggles. Her eyes, however, were sharp, a piercing brown that could spot an inconsistency in data from a mile away. Patty had a way with numbers and formulas that made the other professors at the university green with envy.

Her office was a cluttered sanctuary of textbooks and experiments gone awry. She liked to think of it as organized chaos, but even she had to admit it was more chaos than order. The walls were plastered with sticky notes and scribbled theories that only she could decode. It was in this mess that she had made her most significant discovery, a breakthrough that could change the field of biochemistry forever. But she hadn't told anyone about it yet.

The door swung open, interrupting her train of thought. In sailed Victoria, all legs and red hair, with Drake trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Patty's heart skipped a beat. She had hoped to avoid them today.

Victoria looked around the room with feigned disgust, her delicate nose wrinkling at the scent of old coffee and chemicals. "My dear Patty," she began in her syrupy sweet voice, "I see your office hasn't changed since the last time I 'accidentally' knocked over your experiment."

Patty clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she forced a smile. "Victoria, Drake," she said as evenly as she could. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Victoria smirked, her glossy red lips parting to reveal perfectly straight teeth. She stepped closer, her high heels clicking against the tiles. "Oh, I just wanted to show Drake your latest... masterpiece," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she gestured to the mess of beakers and flasks on Patty's desk. "It's so quaint, really. Like watching someone try to solve a Rubik's cube with boxing gloves on."

Patty's cheeks grew hot with anger as Drake chuckled politely. She knew he didn't mean it, but the sound still felt like a slap in the face. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "It's not for show, Victoria," she replied, her voice steady. "It's for science. Maybe if you spent less time worrying about your hair and more time in the lab, you'd understand that."

“Do you like my hair? Drakey poo?” Victoria cooed, twirling a lock of her fiery mane around her finger. “He says I look like a goddess today.” Drake looked down blushing.

Patty’s eyes narrowed as she watched the two of them. The sight of Victoria’s hand on Drake’s arm made her want to scream. It was like watching someone else live out her fantasy, a twisted soap opera playing out in real life. She clenched her jaw and tried to ignore the ache in her chest.

Victoria giggled as her hand slowly slid to his crotch, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Why don't you tell Patty how hard you are... I mean, how hard I work," she corrected with a wink.

Drake coughed, “Victoria, please behave yourself.” He looked uncomfortable under Patty's gaze.

But Victoria wasn’t done. She leaned in closer to Drake, her ample chest pressing against his arm. "Oh, darling, don't be shy. Patty's a scientist, she understands the importance of... collaboration." She batted her eyelashes at him, her voice a purr.

Patty had enough. She couldn't stand another second of Victoria's blatant flirting with Drake, especially not in her own office. The room felt like it was closing in on her as she watched the scene unfold. Her rival's hand lingered on Drake's arm, her touch possessive and taunting. Patty felt the jealousy boil in her gut like one of her forgotten chemistry experiments.

“Well I think you’ve seen enough. Thanks for stopping by.” Patty’s voice was tight, her eyes locked on Victoria’s hand as it continued to dance across Drake’s arm. She hoped the subtle hint would be enough to make them leave.

Victoria’s smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Before we go, Patty, I just wanted to give you a little... advice.” She stepped closer, her heels echoing in the small room. “You know, I’ve noticed you’ve been putting on a bit more weight recently. It’s such a shame. All those late nights in the lab alone. Maybe you should cut back on the midnight snacking and spend more time in the gym, like me and Drake do. After all, a healthy body is a healthy mind, right?” She patted her own flat stomach, her voice as sugary as the sweetest candy.

Drake looked upset at Victoria’s mean comment. Victoria pushed her backside into his crotch, and his eyes fluttered. Patty’s heart sank. Was he really that into her? It was as if Victoria held the sweet man hostage with her perfect body. The thought made Patty aware of her looks again. She felt the weight of her body as if it had doubled. She knew Victoria’s words were cruel, but they stung.

“Let’s go pookie. We have so much work to do tonight. Don’t we?” Victoria said, her voice sticky with sweetness that didn’t quite mask the acid underneath. She winked at Patty before sauntering out of the office, her hips swaying like a metronome set to the beat of Patty’s heartache.

Patty rolled her eyes at Victoria’s comment. She knew Victoria was just trying to get under her skin, but it still hurt. She watched them leave, feeling the weight of her body like a physical burden. As the door clicked shut behind them, she slumped into her chair, the anger and jealousy giving way to sadness. She looked around her cluttered office, feeling more alone than ever.

The silence was deafening, and Patty found herself reaching for the comfort of a chocolate bar hidden in her bottom drawer. She took a bite, the sweetness briefly numbing the pain of Victoria’s words. But as she chewed, she felt a spark of defiance. She wasn’t going to let Victoria’s spitefulness define her.

Patty’s gaze fell on the unassuming vial of experimental formula on her desk. It had been a side project, something she’d been tinkering with to combat the effects of aging. The serum was designed to regenerate cells and boost metabolism. It was a breakthrough, but she’d been too busy with her main research to test it. But what if it could give her the body Victoria flaunted so freely? The thought was tantalizing.

Her mind raced as she weighed the pros and cons. It was risky, but the potential payoff was huge. If it worked, she could show Victoria that she wasn’t just a brainiac, but a force to be reckoned with in every aspect. The idea grew in her mind, a beacon of hope in the sea of despair that was her love life.

Patty stood up, her chair scraping against the floor, and marched over to the fridge. She took out the vial of experimental serum and held it up to the light, watching the liquid swirl. She had always been meticulous in her work, but now she felt a thrill of rebellion. The formula was supposed to be used on rats, but she was tired of being treated like one.

Her heart racing, she took a deep breath and uncorked the vial. The scent was faintly metallic, but not unpleasant. She had poured her soul into this creation, and now she was going to use it for something more than just science. The liquid shimmered like liquid gold, promising a transformation.

Patty took a moment to consider the consequences. It was a bold move, one that could ruin her career if it went wrong. But she was tired of feeling like the invisible woman. With a determined look, she raised the vial to her lips and took a swig. It tasted bitter, like the disappointment of a thousand unrequited crushes. She winced but swallowed it down.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a warmth began to spread through her body, starting at her toes and moving up like a slow-burning fire. It was like a warm summer's day, wrapping around her and making her feel alive. She could feel her cells vibrating with newfound energy, and she knew the serum was working. She set the vial down and took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

Patty looked down and gasped. Her clothes were baggy, hanging off her in a way they never had before. She could see the outline of her waist, the bulge of her stomach retreating like a deflating balloon. Her breasts felt lighter, her ass firming up like two scoops of ice cream that had just come out of the freezer. She reached up and squeezed, feeling the firmness and tone she had never had before. It was like watching a time-lapse of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, except it was happening to her.

Her hand went to her hair next. The wild black curls had straightened out and cascaded down her back, reaching her waist. It was as if each strand had been gently tugged and elongated, creating a sleek and shiny waterfall. She couldn't help but run her fingers through it, feeling the softness and weight she had never experienced. The transformation was incredible, and she felt like a new person.

As Patty moved to the mirror, her eyes widened in amazement. Her reflection showed muscles rippling beneath her skin, her arms no longer the soft, slightly flabby limbs she had always known. They were now toned and strong, like those of a gymnast. She flexed her biceps, watching in awe as they bulged. The same was true for her legs and abs. The serum had not only melted away her fat, but it had also sculpted her into a vision of physical perfection.

The transformation had done more than just change her body, however. It had also altered her mind, and as she stared at her new form, she felt a cold, calculating deviousness creep in. The jealousy and sadness she had felt just moments ago had been replaced by a fiery determination to show Victoria she was not someone to be underestimated. The serum had unlocked a part of her she never knew existed, a dark side that craved revenge and attention.

“I’m better than her now… hmmm I’m better than most women now.” The thought whispered seductively through Patty’s newly sharpened mind. She couldn’t help the smug smile that curled her lips as she twirled around in her suddenly too-large lab coat. The serum had done more than just give her the body of a supermodel; it had given her the confidence of a goddess.

Her next stop was the mall, where she knew she’d find clothes that would showcase her new figure. The thrill of trying on outfits she never thought she’d fit into was intoxicating. The saleswomen looked at her with a mix of awe and envy as she strutted from the dressing room, each outfit more flattering than the last. She settled on a tight, black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and a pair of stiletto heels that made her legs look endless. Patty felt like a lioness in a field of gazelles.

The following day, with her new look and a plan in mind, Patty made her way to the university gym. It was early, and she knew Victoria and Drake would be there, sweating it out before their classes. She walked in, the sound of her heels echoing through the empty corridor, and felt a rush of excitement. The gym was like a battleground, and she was ready to conquer it.

Spotting Drake on the treadmill, she approached him with a sway in her step that was both natural and deliberate. His eyes widened as he took in her svelte figure. He looked up from his run, his sweat-drenched face lighting up with surprise. "Dr. Drake Adams?” She asked him.

"Yes? Do I...know you?" He stumbled over his words, his eyes scanning her body, trying to compose himself. “No, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Fabienne.” She said with her hand outstretched, her voice now a smoky siren's call.

Patty watched with satisfaction as Drake’s eyes grew even wider, his hand swallowed by hers. The gym was a far cry from her usual domain, but in this new form, she felt at ease. She had chosen the name Fabienne on a whim, something that sounded exotic and alluring, a name that would make heads turn.

"Fabienne," he repeated, the sound rolling off his tongue like a caress. "You're new here, aren't you?" His voice was thick with curiosity, and Patty could see the attraction in his gaze. She had to admit, the serum had worked better than she could have ever hoped.

Patty, now Fabienne, leaned against the treadmill, her body language deliberately inviting. "Just passing through," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She had no intention of letting him know her true identity. "But I've heard so much about the legendary Drake Adams. I had to come see for myself."

It was then that Victoria strutted in, her eyes narrowing when they fell on the newcomer. She was dressed in skintight workout gear that left nothing to the imagination, her red hair pulled back into a high ponytail that bobbed as she moved. She had always had a flair for the dramatic, and her arrival was no exception. Patty felt a pang of nerves, but she steeled herself. This was her moment.

“Pookie can you come spot me at the squat rack?” She didn’t even look at Patty, her eyes locked on Drake as she sailed past. Patty’s jaw clenched as she watched Victoria’s perfect body in motion. But she knew she had the upper hand now.

“Oh that sounds perfect. I needed someone to spot me for some reps too.” Fabienne said, her voice dripping with honey. She could feel the tension in the room thicken as Victoria finally looked at her. The look of shock on Victoria’s face was priceless. It was clear she had no idea who this new woman was, and Patty savored the moment.

“I’m Fabienne by the way. I’m sorry I distracted your boyfriend from working out. I’m just a really big fan.” Patty squeezed her arms into her bosom making her cleavage even more impressive. She watched Victoria’s eyes flicker with annoyance and a hint of something else. Intrigue? Jealousy? It was working.

Victoria’s eyes narrowed as she approached. “I’m sure Drake has better things to do than spot us both. Besides, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

“Yeah I definitely would remember meeting a wo… a person like you.” Drake said, his cheeks reddening as he stumbled over his words. Fabienne just smirked. “I don’t mind I can spot for you both.” He said with a hopeful smile, eager to keep the peace.

Victoria’s eyes flashed with something that looked a lot like anger, but she forced a smile. “That’s so sweet of you, Drake. But I’m sure Fabienne here can handle her own workout.” She stepped aside and gestured to the squat rack.

“Not at this weight. I’m kind of nervous about it and having a big strong man to help me would really put me at ease.” Patty put two more plates on both sides. The weights clanked loudly. Victoria’s eyes widened. Patty had never been one to show off at the gym, but she felt a thrill at the challenge.

“There’s no way you can squat that!” Victoria said with a dismissive laugh, her voice carrying across the gym. Fabienne’s smile grew wider, the challenge accepted. She positioned herself under the barbell with the grace of a ballet dancer, her newfound strength evident in every movement. The weight she had chosen was one that even some of the strongest men at the university struggled with.

With a deep breath, Fabienne hoisted the barbell onto her shoulders, feeling the weight settle into place. Her muscles coiled like springs, ready to propel her upwards. She could feel Victoria’s eyes on her, burning with a mix of skepticism and envy. Without another word, Fabienne began her squat, her legs bending smoothly, muscles flexing with each inch she descended. The barbell didn’t waver.

Drake carefully stepped aside, his eyes glued to Fabienne as she took position under the barbell. The weight she had chosen was indeed impressive, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of seeing her in action. As Fabienne began to squat, her body moving with a grace and power that belied her earlier clumsy persona, Victoria's laughter died in her throat. The barbell remained steady, not a single wobble, as Fabienne sank lower and lower, her thighs parallel to the ground.

Victoria's own workout was forgotten as she stared, unable to tear her gaze away. The sight of Fabienne's perfect form, the way her muscles rippled with each movement, was like watching a finely-tuned machine in motion. Patty had always been the brainy one, but now she had the body to match, and it was clear that she was enjoying every moment of Victoria's shock.

Patty felt like she could carry the heavy weight for hours, but she knew she had to make an exit that was just as dramatic as her entrance. She stayed low and grunted as if she was struggling. “A little help please.” She called out sweetly to Drake. He looked torn between helping her and staying by Victoria’s side.

Victoria’s eyes flashed with something unreadable, but she stepped aside with a forced smile, allowing Drake to come to Patty’s rescue. He moved behind her, his strong arms ready to catch the barbell if she stumbled. As he took position, Patty leaned back into him, pressing her now firm and shapely ass against his crotch. She felt him stiffen, his breath catching in his throat. The fabric of her outfit was thin, and she knew he could feel every inch of her new body. She took a moment to savor the power she held over him, the way he looked at her with a mix of awe and desire.

Patty moaned as she lifted up and pushed her ass further into Drake’s crotch. His eyes widened and his grip on the barbell tightened. He didn’t know how to react, his mind racing with confusion and arousal. He had always thought Patty was attractive in a nerdy sort of way, but now, as Fabienne, she was a whole new level of temptation.

“Thank you! It was so hard!” Patty exclaimed as she placed the barbell back on the rack with a thud that echoed through the gym. She turned around and looked up at Drake with a sparkle in her eyes. “Excuse me?” Victoria’s voice was as sharp as a knife cutting through butter. Patty turned to her rival with a knowing smile. “That last rep was so very hard but so needed to keep this so tight.” She ran her hand over her now firm and toned ass.

“It looks great” Drake said with a grin that was more genuine than Patty had ever seen from him before. Victoria’s face fell, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “Pookie!” She called out, trying to regain his attention, but he was already entranced by Fabienne’s performance.

“Mmm thanks for the compliment… pookie.” Patty said, her voice a low purr as she stepped away from the squat rack. She knew Victoria’s pet name for Drake was supposed to be endearing, but coming from her mouth it sounded like a taunt. She sauntered over to the water fountain, her new hips swinging with each step. She took a sip, her full lips curving into a smug smile as she watched Victoria’s eyes follow her every move.

But as she swallowed the water, something strange began to happen. The warmth from the serum that had been pulsing through her veins started to fade, leaving a cold, empty feeling in its wake. She felt her body changing, her muscles softening, her curves becoming less pronounced. Panic set in as she realized that the transformation wasn’t permanent. She had hoped to keep her new body for good, but it seemed the serum had a time limit.

Patty grabbed her bag and rushed for the door. She had to get back to her lab, to find a way to stabilize the serum's effects. But she hadn't taken more than a step before Victoria's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Fabienne, wait!" she called out, her tone a mix of desperation and fury.

“Listen bitch who do you think you are?” Victoria’s voice was a snarl, her eyes blazing with anger as she approached Patty, who was desperately trying to hold onto her new form. Patty's hair was receding slowly as her stomach gurgled as fat cells were expanding within her. Victoria flashed a look of disgust at the sound. "Sorry not feeling so good. I gotta go!" Patty ran to her car at full speed.

As she jumped into her car, the transformation back into her old self was in full swing. Her workout outfit clinging to her growing body, Patty managed to get the key into the ignition just as Victoria burst out of the gym doors. The engine roared to life, and Patty peeled out of the parking lot, her heart racing as she watched Victoria in the rearview mirror.

Patty stopped trying to hold back as she ballooned back to her old proportions. Her hair fully receded back to short and curly as her vision became blurry again. Victoria watched as Patty drove away wondering why Fabienne had the exact same car as her rival Patty.

Patty will take the serum again…

[blkinfilm]

The Nutty Professor II: The Klumps (2000)

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[hollywoodlady]

Jerry Lewis and Stella Stevens on the set of 'The Nutty Professor' (1963).

[pinkfai]

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[cosmic60s]

One of my favorite scenes from The Nutty Professor <3 Jerry looks reallyyy good in the Buddy Love outfits

[oldshowbiz]

Clyde Gilmour’s brief review of The Nutty Professor. Published in the August 24, 1963 issue of Maclean’s.

[retropopcult]

Farewell to Stella Stevens (October 1, 1938 – February 17, 2023)

[justquicksshot]

I knew what my type of man would be when I first saw "The Nutty Professor" and I physically liked Professor Kelp more than buddy love

[jerrylewis-thekid]

You know... I've often thought Buddy Love was Dean. After all, "Buddy" is the name Dean called everyone. Jerry always said that Dean, not remembering people's names, called them all "Buddy". And anyway on the watch that Dean gave to Jerry it said "To my BUDDY and pal". I Love You. Dean. Buddy - Love. But… okay, physically Buddy Love is Dean. Tanned, thick and slightly curly hair with that little curl on his forehead, elegantly dressed (and Dean was always very elegant, even if Jerry deliberately exaggerated, after all Buddy Love was an exasperated character), he smoked, drank, sang... Dean loved to sit on the arms of sofas. Just like Buddy Love did in the movie. BUT there is always that plan that caused me questions. The crooners sang. No crooner played a piano. Sinatra, Sammy, Dean and the rest, they all just sang. Why then did Buddy Love play a piano? Why does a painting of Buddy Love leaning against a grand piano appear in the film? I have always read that ALL the films written and directed by Jerry contained autobiographical elements (the recurring number 13 for example, his lucky number, the number that reminded him of his grandmother). Kelp was Joseph/Jerome. Without any doubt. Jerry thought he was ugly as a boy, he was unlucky with girls (he basically married Patti, the first girl who took him seriously). As a boy he blew up the chemistry classroom at the school he attended. Kelp dreamed of becoming beautiful, strong, attractive. Winning. Joseph/Jerome/Jerry wanted to become like his father before... like Dean after. And he definitely missed his mother. That she was a pianist. She played, her father sang. Here it is, the piano. Could Buddy Love "sum up" the two men with whom Jerry had a true Love/Hate relationship, but adored them, admired them, and wanted to be like them? And that he missed his mother visually remembered with that piano? Jerry always talked about how handsome he thought Dean was. And he gave Dean's physical features to Buddy Love. (The "yeah but that's Dean" rumors were certainly a very strong form of publicity for the film) But the personality in my opinion is that of Danny, his father. He was certainly a narcissist, his mother a flying monkey. Abandoned when he was a child, used for money when he became famous with his father jealous of his son's success. Buddy Love are Dean, Danny and Rae. For me. It definitely wasn't Jerry. Not in the 60s. Jerry got some Buddy Love in the '80s. Not before.

[jerrylewisphotocollection]

Another great close-up.

[beautification-tales]

The Frump pt. 4

A Nutty Professor Tale

Patty hummed to herself in her lab as she continued to look over her notes. She couldn’t stop thinking about how many times she made Drake cum. It was like the body she possessed as Fabienne was a natural form of Viagara. Patty caught a glimpse of herself in the shiny surface of one of the laboratory refrigerators. She sighed in disappointment seeing her hefty, mousy face in the reflection. She wanted to be Fabienne again but she had to live her life as Patty Frump… for now.

“Just until I publish… and tell Drake the truth.” Patty reassured herself. She had to be strong. She had to keep her life together. The temptation to take the serum grew by the hour. She had to push it aside. She had so much to do as she did every Monday. The amazing memories of the weekend needed to be suppressed. She had to be Patty, the biochemistry professor, not Fabienne, the seductress.

The lab was a blur of pipettes and flasks as she poured over her work, trying to find a way to improve her work. Her mind wandered back to the weekend and the way Drake’s muscles tensed around her when she was Fabienne. The way he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, calling her the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Patty sighed and her heart fluttered, but she snapped out of it when she heard the door slam open.

Victoria’s high heels clicked against the tiles like a drumline announcing her arrival. The anger was palpable in the air. Her eyes were narrowed into slits and her arms were crossed over her chest. Patty’s stomach sank. She knew that look, it was the look of a woman scorned. A woman who’d been cheated on and was ready to unleash hell. But Patty was in her weak form not able to protect herself like her stronger form could.

“What is it now Victoria?” Patty tried to sound nonchalant, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her nerves. She turned to face her furious colleague, her heart racing. “Stop with the innocent act Frump! Did you think that I was just gonna let you steal my man?” Victoria spat, her voice echoing through the sterile lab.

“Umm I actually was home all weekend. I never saw Drake once.” Patty lied, her voice quivering slightly. She gripped the edge of the lab bench, her knuckles turning white. The smell of chemicals grew stronger as her anxiety spiked. She hoped Victoria wouldn’t notice the lie. Victoria slammed her hands on the table, making Patty jump. “How did you know I haven’t seen him all weekend? You think I’m stupid? I’m a professor just like you!”

“You know you parked your car not too far from his house right? I saw Fabienne change into you in your car. So fucking admit it. You’re Fabienne.” Victoria’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard, piercing the silence of the lab. Patty’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible lie or excuse, but her thoughts were a tangled mess. Patty took a deep breath and stood up straight, pushing her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.

“No one will believe you. You just sound like a crazy jealous woman that lost her man to a real woman.” Patty said, trying to sound confident despite the fear bubbling inside her. “You thought of everything haven’t you? Except you forgot that I’m going to kick your ass!” Victoria gritted her teeth, her fists balled up at her sides.

“You wouldn’t dare..” Patty’s voice trailed off as Victoria laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent a shiver down Patty’s spine. The lab was eerily quiet, save for the faint whirring of machines in the background. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a scalpel. “If only you could get strong really quickly.” Victoria’s smile grew wider, more sinister. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial filled with a shimmering blue liquid. The serum. Patty’s heart skipped a beat.

“How?” Patty’s eyes widened as she stared at the vial in Victoria’s hand. The room seemed to tilt as her mind reeled with the implications. “You stole it?” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. “Well duh!” Victoria snapped, her anger boiling over. She opened the vial and drank the liquid.

With a dramatic flourish, Victoria threw the empty container aside and braced herself for the transformation. Patty watched in horror as her colleague’s body began to change before her very eyes. Her skin tightened, her cheekbones sharpened, and her body grew more voluptuous. Victoria grunted and groaned as her muscles bulged and her posture shifted. The fabric of her clothes stretched to its limits but clung to her larger form. In a matter of seconds, she was no longer the cold, calculating woman Patty knew, but a powerful, angry goddess.

Victoria laughed, her newfound power rippling through her in waves of pure ecstasy. "You're so predictable, Patty," she sneered, flexing her fingers as they grew longer and more elegant. "But I'm not just going to kick your ass. Oh no, I'm going to take everything from you." Her eyes glowed with a malicious intent that made Patty's blood run cold.

Patty ran to the fridge to get the serum, her heart hammering in her chest like it was trying to escape. She knew Victoria wouldn’t be happy unless she destroyed Patty’s life. But Victoria was faster. She lunged at Patty, her newfound strength was nearly unnatural. Patty stumbled backward, knocking over beakers and test tubes, the sound of shattering glass mixing with her panicked gasps.

“Who’s the best now Frump?!” Victoria’s voice was now deeper, more commanding, as she pinned Patty to the counter. Her grip was like steel, and Patty felt her own strength fading in comparison.

“You’ll never know unless I’m at my best!” Patty exclaimed, her eyes flashing with determination as she wrestled with Victoria’s iron grasp. She had to get to the serum. It was her only hope of evening the playing field. She could feel the rage and desperation building within her, fueling her struggle.

“You know what Frump… you’re right.” Victoria sneered, her grip loosening slightly. Patty’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes flickering to the vial of serum just out of reach. “But let’s make it interesting, shall we?” With a cruel smirk, Victoria released Patty, her body still pulsing with the serum’s power.

Patty took the opportunity to dart away, her eyes never leaving Victoria’s. She could see the anticipation in her colleague’s gaze, the excitement of the coming battle. The lab was a minefield of broken glass and chemicals, but Patty was too focused on the prize to care. Her hand trembled as she reached for the serum, her mind racing with the potential scenarios of what could happen if she took it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Victoria charging towards her, the rage in her eyes burning like a wildfire. Patty gulped the serum down as fast as she could. The liquid felt like it was burning her throat, but she didn’t care. The transformation began almost immediately. She felt her body swell with power, her muscles bulging and her skin tightening. She felt like a bomb ready to explode.

As the serum took hold, she watched in amazement as her hair grew longer and more lustrous, cascading down her back like a waterfall of chocolate silk. Her waist cinched in and her hips widened, becoming more feminine and curvy. Her breasts grew larger, pushing against her lab coat until it could barely contain them. The weight she’d been carrying for so long seemed to melt away, leaving her feeling lighter, more agile.

Patty felt a newfound confidence surging through her veins. She looked into the shard of a broken test tube and saw the reflection of the woman she called Fabienne. She knew she could handle Victoria now. The lab coat had torn away, revealing her new form. The sound of Victoria’s heavy breathing grew louder, and Patty could sense her colleague’s excitement. It was clear that Victoria was getting off on the sight of her transformation.

“Fuck that was hot!” Victoria’s voice was a mix of anger and arousal as she took in Patty’s new form. The sight of the transformation was like watching a caterpillar become a butterfly, but in a twisted, dark, and erotic way. The lab coat that once swamped Patty’s body now barely covered her new voluptuous figure, the fabric straining against her swollen breasts and cinched waist.

Patty felt a strange mix of embarrassment and power as she faced Victoria in her new body. The rage in Victoria’s eyes grew as she saw Patty’s transformation was successful. But there was something else in those eyes, something more primal. It was hunger, a hunger that Patty recognized from her weekend with Drake.

Victoria bit her lip as she lifted up her tight skirt. Patty gasped when she saw the engorged member that Victoria possessed. “Fascinating! The serum seems to affect people differently.” Patty’s scientific curiosity was piqued despite the situation. Victoria smirked, her anger momentarily forgotten as she watched Patty’s reaction.

“I’m gonna fuck you now.” Victoria’s voice was a dark whisper that sent a thrill through Patty’s body, a heady mix of fear and excitement. She had seen Drake’s desire for her as Fabienne, but this was something entirely different. This was raw, animalistic lust.

Patty couldn’t help but be drawn to Victoria’s arousal. Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch the rigid shaft that protruded from her colleague’s body. It was warm, the skin soft yet firm under her fingertips. The sight of Victoria’s cock had sent a jolt of arousal through her own body, and she realized that she wasn’t entirely repulsed. She had never felt this way before, but there was something about the power dynamics in the room that intrigued her.

Victoria groaned as her eyes fluttered reacting to Patty’s touch. “Am I still a frump Victoria?” Patty taunted, her voice now as seductive and powerful as her body. The question hung in the air like a challenge, and Victoria took the bait. She stepped closer, her newfound power making her feel invincible.

Their bodies were mere inches apart, the heat radiating from Victoria’s enhanced form was palpable. Patty’s hand slid down Victoria’s shaft, feeling the velvety skin and the pulsing vein beneath it. The smell of arousal filled the lab, mixing with the acrid scent of chemicals. Victoria’s breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.

“First one to cum loses.” Victoria’s eyes sparked with a competitive fire, her pupils dilated with desire. Patty’s heart raced as she accepted the challenge, her hand moving up and down Victoria’s cock in a steady rhythm. She knew that she had to be careful, that this wasn’t just a simple game of pleasure. This was a battle for dominance, a battle she had been waiting for.

“Oh you are so on. Winner take all!” Patty said, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never been in a situation like this before, but she was determined to come out on top. She knew that Victoria’s ego was her weakness, and she would use it to her advantage.

Patty’s hand moved with a newfound confidence, her strokes becoming faster and more deliberate. She watched Victoria’s reactions closely, her eyes never leaving hers. She could see the pleasure building in Victoria’s eyes, the pupils dilating with every stroke. She knew that Victoria was close, but she had to push her over the edge first.

Victoria knew what Patty was up to and pushed her away. She wasn’t going to let Patty win so easily. “Oh no, you don’t get to set the terms here, Frump!” With a predatory grin, Victoria grabbed Patty’s wrist and spun her around. In one swift motion, she yanked Patty’s lab coat open, exposing her round, perky breasts that bounced with the sudden movement. Patty gasped as Victoria’s firm grip tightened, her other hand reaching for the buckle of her pants.

The sound of the zipper was like a gunshot in the tense silence of the lab. Patty felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation as Victoria’s cock pressed against her bare skin. The sensation was foreign yet exhilarating. Her own body was reacting in ways she never thought possible, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet with each passing second. Victoria’s hand slid down Patty’s waist to cup her ass, pulling her closer.

With one powerful thrust, Victoria impaled Patty from behind, her cock filling her up completely. Patty screamed, the pain and pleasure colliding like two stars in the vast universe of her senses. The force pushed her against the cold metal of the lab table, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel every inch of Victoria’s member inside her, stretching her to the limits.

Victoria’s grip on her hips tightened as she began to move, her hips slamming into Patty’s ass with a rhythm that was as relentless as it was intoxicating. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the lab, punctuated by the occasional clink of a tool knocked over by their erratic movements. The pain was intense, but Patty couldn’t deny the growing arousal that was spreading through her body like wildfire.

Her eyes squeezed shut, Patty’s thoughts racing as she tried to process the situation. She was being fucked by her colleague, someone she had always considered to be her rival, and yet here she was, her body responding with an eagerness that shocked her. The serum had not just transformed her body but had unlocked a side of her she never knew existed.

The feeling of Victoria’s cock moving in and out of her was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending in her body had been set ablaze, and all she could do was submit to the overwhelming sensation. Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure through her, making her legs wobble and her toes curl. The cold metal of the lab table was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Victoria’s body, making her skin feel like it was on fire.

Patty’s breath hitched in her throat as Victoria’s grip tightened, her fingers digging into Patty’s flesh as she picked up the pace. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, echoing off the glass and steel surfaces. The friction between them was deliciously painful, each impact sending waves of sensation through Patty’s body that seemed to crescendo with every stroke. She could feel Victoria’s cock swelling, getting ready to climax, and she knew she had to do something.

“Your cock is the best!” Patty moaned, her voice strained with pleasure. She was surprised at the words that came out of her mouth, but she meant every syllable. The serum had not just changed her body, it had unlocked a deep, primal need within her, a need to be dominated, to be claimed but also the need to win. And Victoria was all too eager to satisfy that need.

Victoria’s thrusts grew more intense, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the lab. Patty’s breasts bounced with each impact, and she could feel Victoria’s hands moving over them, pinching and squeezing her nipples. It was a mix of pleasure and pain that only served to drive Patty closer to the edge. She knew she had to do something, she had to take control of this situation.

With a growl, Victoria reached her climax, her body tensing as she filled Patty with her warm release. Patty felt the power in her body, the energy that came from Victoria’s orgasm. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in it. The tension in Victoria’s grip eased slightly, and Patty took the opportunity to push back, forcing Victoria’s cock even deeper inside her. Victoria’s eyes went wide with shock, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she groaned, her body still pulsing with pleasure.

Patty felt a strange thrill at the sight of Victoria’s pleasure, a thrill that only grew when Victoria’s hand reached around to rub her clit. The sensation was exquisite, and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, as her own orgasm crashed over her like a wave. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn’t even scream, could only pant and whine as her body convulsed around Victoria’s cock.

“So umm is that a tie?” Victoria asked breathlessly, her voice still laced with a hint of the power that the serum had granted her. She felt Victoria’s cock pulse inside of her, releasing the last of its hot seed before it began to soften.

“Nice try loser. You came first.” Patty’s voice was a mix of triumph and exasperation as she watched Victoria pull out of her quivering body. She smirked as she watched Patty try to stand upright, her legs wobbly and her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

“Well, I guess Drake is all yours then.” Victoria’s voice was a mix of disappointment and satisfaction.

“To the victor go the spoils.”

[beyondthesurface]

Nia Long x The Nutty Professor Premiere (1996)

[zionistsinfilm]

When you buy or stream The Princess Diaries, 10 Things I Hate About You, Carry On Columbus, Radioland Murders, The Nutty Professor, Nutty Professor II: The Klumps, and Max Keeble's Big Move, you're giving money to zionists. Larry Miller wrote that "there are no Palestinians" and "it's not such a bad idea to kill everything south of the Mediterranean and east of the Jordan."

[theblueskyphoenix]

Some sketches I did based around the new musical version of The Nutty Professor I got to see about 2 months ago now. Such a fun time. I can not wait to get my hands on the soundtrack for it when it drops.

[cosmic60s]

Some thoughts about The Nutty Professor (1963)

I recently wrote a film journal for a class that focuses on the auteur theory. The assignment is basically a less formal space to discuss a film/director - so of course I chose The Nutty Professor. The maximum word count was 1000 and I managed to stay right above that. I've been thinking about posting this but hesitated to do so, because I'm not too confident in my writing abilities, but I finally got some solid feedback from my professor today so I decided to go for it! Thanks for reading <3

It has been a long-running notion that the French love Jerry Lewis. Although, as Lewis would point out in interviews, France actually ranked eighth in all of Europe in terms of box office success and general support. In any case, it is clear that the French embraced Jerry Lewis and Jerry Lewis embraced the French. During a career lull in the 1970s exacerbated by personal struggles, Lewis visited France often, giving extensive interviews and personal appearances. While many have speculated why France became so widely associated with fondness for Lewis, it would be impossible to pin down a specific answer. Their adoration could certainly be attributed to a wide variety of factors such as the genius of his physical comedy or the commentary on American life which can often be found in his films. However, I believe the truth lies largely within Lewis’ particular style of filmmaking. As a precise, often obsessive perfectionist, his approach to directing falls in line with the Auteur Theory.

In course materials and discussions, the Auteur Theory has been described as positing the director of a film as its principal creator. Lewis’ approach to filmmaking often meant that he was directing, writing, and starring, all at once. While it is not necessary for a director to wear all of these hats to be considered an auteur, I believe it certainly strengthens the idea that the director is largely responsible for a film’s style and overall content. Given that the Auteur Theory originated with the French, it makes sense why they flocked to see Lewis’ films and treated him as a serious filmmaker (not in the sense that all his films were considered serious, but that they respected him as an artist and viewed his films in totality). Particularly in the 1970s, comparisons can be drawn between the ways in which the American and French media treated Lewis as a public figure. American interviewers preferred poking at his personal life and image, often antagonizing him by calling him an egomaniac or patronizing him by asking for funny faces. Meanwhile, French interviewers were much more interested in exploring his humor and style of filmmaking. While many factors are at play, I would suggest that this approach largely differs due to varying attitudes regarding filmmaking and the obligations of filmmakers. Where American critics accused Lewis of trying to ‘do it all,’ French critics applauded his audaciousness and lauded him as the total filmmaker.

One aspect that certainly strengthens Lewis’ directorial efforts is the way in which he understood filmmaking both as a business and as an art form. He knew what it took to make a film commercially successful (thus appeasing the studio) but also how to be meticulous about the technical and creative facets. With that in mind, it is clear to understand why The Nutty Professor is one of his most successful and enduring films. The story is a relatively simple Jekyll and Hyde plot in which awkward chemistry professor Julius F. Kelp creates a concoction that transforms him into the suave yet discourteous Buddy Love, in order to romance beautiful Stella Purdy. The film features stunning technicolor work, absurd visual and auditory gags, and wonderful costume design by Edith Head. In many ways, it serves as one of the most pertinent examples of how a director’s very intentional vision can result in a unique and inimitable picture.

One of the things that fascinates me the most about The Nutty Professor is the dichotomy of Professor Kelp versus Buddy Love, a lot of which has to do with Jerry Lewis himself. Throughout his earliest nightclub performances with Dean Martin, their numerous appearances on The Colgate Comedy Hour, and the sixteen films they made together, Lewis had particular ways of subverting gender conformity. Often, the purpose of his hyperactive and sometimes feminine persona was to reinforce Dean Martin’s masculinity. Of course, in many sketches Jerry is explicitly playing the role of a woman, but more generally his persona was unpredictable and uninhibited. For example, when Martin and Lewis appeared on a telethon in June of 1952, Jerry entered the stage by running and jumping into the arms of Bob Hope and ‘kissing’ all over his face. By comparison, Dean had a far more relaxed entrance, demonstrating him as the ‘normal’ half of the duo. Not only that, but by default he is being positioned as the relaxed, masculine ideal. Jerry’s onstage characters commonly lack restraint and seem to have no pretenses regarding how a man is ‘supposed’ to act.

This sets the foundation to examine the ways in which Lewis’ characters perform masculinity in the absence of Dean Martin. As his career evolved, so too did the complexity of the personalities Jerry portrayed on screen. Professor Kelp is timid, shy, and prone to causing explosions in his classroom. Buddy Love is rude with an overwhelming ego, but still irresistible to the men and women around him. While many have speculated that Buddy Love is an amalgamation of the Rat Pack or specifically an imitation of Dean Martin, I would suggest that Kelp and Love are different facets of Jerry Lewis. He hinted as much in 1971 when he wrote of the character, “…I was playing a dirty, lousy bastard…How do I know so well how to be a heel? Was I leaning to a side of me that really existed? Certainly I was. There was truth in him. It was also in me” (page 62). On that note, I believe this helps illustrate why it was important to Lewis to have control over his pictures—he had very specific ideas as a director and felt that he was the only person who could bring his vision to fruition (in the case of The Nutty Professor, he was the writer, director, and star).