The Megan Kale Project By RipTite

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The Megan Kale Project
By RipTite
Unable to afford student life, Megan sells her body to medical science.

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WARNING: Adult content!
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£7463.24 DR.

If it weren't for that "DR" she'd be rich. Being almost seven and half grand in debt, however, is far from rich, and with her student fees for the second year looming, Megan was coming to the reality that she had to get some... no, a lot of money... quick.

Her parents were rich, but she was the independent type. Daughter of a Japanese tycoon and an English model, she had an extremely rich background. But she'd already got her mother's looks and her father's brains; she wanted nothing more given to her.

Standing at little over five foot two, she had inherited a lot of Japanese features; petite mouth, nose and ears, wide and narrow eyes, yet with the very English, slightly tanned complexion, and a few freckles her nose and cheeks.

And she was slim. With a body to die for, and her dirty-blonde, shoulder-length hair, her mother's modeling company had already scouted her, but she turned it down to pursue what she wanted, not what she could easily obtain. And what she wanted was a law degree, the most expensive around... naturally.

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Megan sat down with a thump on the bench outside the Freescape, the University bar. John, Dan and Suzi were already there, her three housemates. She took a paper out of her bag and spread it on the table, immediately going to the jobs section.

"Jesus Megan, just ask your parents. You know they'd give you the money." Suzi was always the first to break the ice.

"Suzi, it's not about the money, it's about the independence." Megan's sweet, but mature voice carried her stubborn emotions with it.

"What, so now, while studying for a law degree," Suzi put special emphasis on the fact it was a law degree, "you're gonna stack shelves to pay for something your father wouldn't even blink before giving you the money for?"

Megan looked up from the paper, looked up to the sky as if in deep thought before returning her stare to Suzi and saying in a quick, short sentence, "Yes!" She looked back down at the jobs, turning the page as Dan took the stage.

"Y'know, she's got a point, Meg. This is a law degree, it ain't media studies y'know? If you do part-time work, it's gonna affect your work, you know it is."

"Well, maybe I won't work, maybe I'll just participate." Megan spoke as she was still looking at the paper, reading a section.

"What?" Asked Dan.

"Look." Megan turned the paper round so the other three could see what she was pointing at.

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|           STUDENTS!                   |
|  Need that extra bit of cash but      |
| but can't afford to lose the time?    |
|                                       |
| You needn't worry. Volunteer to       |
| to take part in a harmless medical    |
| experiment and you'll receive up to   |
|             £5000.*                   |
|                                       |
|           Interested?                 |
|                                       |
| Apply at: GeneMec                     |
|      Unit 2                           |
|      Bailer St.                       |
|      Crownedge Industry Park          |
|                                       |
| Apply in person ONLY!                 |
| *Lowest amount £500                   |
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"No... way, Megan!" John sounded adamant. "You could wake up tomorrow with zit's the size of baseballs all over your body, and personally, I don't think that would look nice, not even on you."

"C'mon, it won't be anything dangerous. And besides, it's £5000 easy money," replied Megan.

"Huh! Look again, that's only to tempt you, I bet you won't get a penny over £750!" Suzi was doing her home-girl impression.

"It's the only way. If it sounds too dangerous, I'll bail, no-one can stop me from doing that!" But Megan's friends still looked on in astonishment, mainly because someone so beautiful would even think of being a human guinea pig, especially one so bright as Megan, surely she would know that this was a bad idea.

               **********

"GeneMec!" Megan had arrived, announcing her destination to herself. Her stomach feeling a bit queasy, but she was here, and a potential £5000 not far away. She walked through the heavy doors into the reception, laying down the paper on the desk.

"I'm here about the volunteer work?" The receptionist looked up at Megan.

"God only knows why, but, take a form," the ginger haired, rimmed-spectacled woman handed her a form and a pen, "and take a seat. Someone will be with you in a minute."

Megan sat down and started filling out the form. Just the usual stuff, name, address, contact number, until the last section;

'I hereby agree that I am aware of the dangers of medical experiments, and agree that any harm that may come to me as a result of these tests is my responsibility, health insurance will not cover any/all damages, and no life insurance or other government funds will be paid out in the case of death. 'GeneMec takes no responsibility of any harm or death to subjects.'
Signed (subject) ____________________'

Megan almost screwed up the paper there and then.

"Ah! They're only covering their arse." She signed the form and handed the form back to the receptionist. Almost at that instant a gentleman with a long white coat came through a door at the reception, presenting himself to Megan.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Mann."

"Megan."

"Pleased to meet you Megan. Sorry to have to ask but, have you completed the paperwork?"

"Err, yes, all done, you can kill me now." Megan's attempt at humor in the tense situation she had just found herself fell flat.

"Don't worry Miss..."

"Kale."

"Miss Kale. I'm researching a more effective cure for hay fever, a sneeze is the worst you'll experience." At the doctor's words, Megan sighed a big sigh of relief, not even realizing she'd been holding her breath.

"And also, have you had any prescribed medication within the last six months?"

"No." Replied Megan.

"Right, if you'd follow me then please. I must inform you now that because it's not dangerous, you will only receive £800." The doctor said as he walked Megan through the doors and into his laboratory. He continued as he started to set up a syringe, "Now, I'm just going to inject you with a pollen compound, even if you don't suffer from hay fever, you will now." He jabbed the needle into Megan's arm, she jumped a little. "And now for the cure." He jabbed a different needle in the other arm. Megan was more prepared for it this time. "Right, all done. See, didn't even hurt," the doctor said with a sympathetic smile. He went over to his filing cabinet and retrieved a form. Handing it to Megan he said, "I'll need you to fill this in once a night, all the instructions are there, and then if you drop in next week, say Wednesday, I'll take a blood sample and the form, and that'll be that. Okay?"

"Yeah, fine."

"Okay, if you want to make your way past reception and Sheila will give you your check."

"Thanks, Dr. Mann."

"No, thank-you."

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"Eight hundred pound. For five minutes. Sorted!" Megan sat in her room, talking to herself about the money that will now pay half her fee's. "Just need more!"

The next day she walked past GeneMec, taking particular interest in the receptionist, and upon seeing it wasn't Sheila, she walked in.

"Hi. I was wondering, do you have a list of when subjects are needed?" Megan asked the new brunette receptionist.

"Not really, I'm afraid. Mainly because it's all the time." Replied the receptionist.

"Oh, it's just that my friend recommended this place to me, but said try to avoid this doctor because his injections hurt."

"Which one?" Asked the receptionist.

"Oh, err, what was it, Dr. Main? Dr. Malin?"

"Dr. Mann?"

"That's it, yeah. I need the money, see, but I'd like to avoid him if I can?"

The receptionist smiled, "I'll see what I can do."

Over the next two weeks, Megan visited GeneMec five times. Three of which she'd been able to volunteer for testing. She now had hay fever, seven different strands of the flu (in one jab), measles, the so-called cures for all these ailments, and close to two and a half grand in the bank. Aside from the odd sneeze here and there, she felt fine, the cures seemed to be working.

"That's the fee's covered. Now I just need a little to live off." Megan had already decided she needed one more visit and in no time she was walking back through the large glass doors of GeneMec.

"Hello." Megan said. Sheila was on today.

"Megan, you were here only last week, we told you you have to wait at least six months before returning, it's for your own safety."

"I am safe. Look, there's nothing wrong with me, all the cures work, there's no side effects. Come on, I just need one more check. Just send me to Dr. Mann again, he only deals with hay fever, not much can go wrong with that can it?"

"I'd of thought Dr. Mann would prefer a fresh subject, but I'll see what he says. Take a seat." With that Sheila got up and walked through the door to Dr. Mann's lab. What must have only been a few seconds later the door opened again, but someone else stepped through, someone Megan hadn't seen before, and without looking if the receptionist was even there he started talking to her empty seat.

"Do I have a subject yet Sheila?" There was no answer and as he walked toward the desk he looked up. "Oh. Where have you..." he turned to look around the room, spotting Megan on the verge of sitting down. "Ah! You must be the subject." The new man said with enthusiasm.

"Err, is it a lot?" Megan asked, nervously.

"It's not dangerous, if that's what you're thinking, but the management have decided it deserves the volunteer £2000."

"Yep, I'm the one." Said Megan, quickly. She followed the man through the door, narrowly missing a sorry looking Sheila.

"I'm Dr. Harnull. Sorry, but it's the rules I gotta ask this, have you received any medication within the last six months?"

"Err, no. No, not at all."

"Good. Then if you'd like to perch yourself on the bed there and we'll begin." Dr. Harnull prepared a syringe, a big one Megan couldn't help but notice. "Now, I'm afraid this has to go into the neck, so it works it's way through the body quicker."

"What's it for?" Megan asked.

"Well, I'm working on a serum which will enhance the body's healing ability. It's harmless and already in one of it's final stages. Just don't take any medication for the next month or two."

"Why, what would happen?"

"Well, that's the thing, I don't know what would happen," the doctor plunged the needle into Megan's neck, she jumped a little but it was over within seconds. The doctor continued, "but there are a couple of volatile chemicals in this prototype which won't be in the final product. I'm only using them to aid keeping track of the progress. As long as you don't have any medication or had any, which you haven't, then there's no problem!"

"Yeah." Said Megan with a fake smile.

               **********

It was eleven at night, Megan had laid on her bed since getting back from GeneMec, at around six. She felt no different, but was worried at the thought that for two thousand pounds, she may have voluntarily mixed volatile chemicals together, in her own body.

But five hours had now passed, and she felt no different. She sat up, and made her way down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she grabbed the milk carton, she'd had no liquids all day and was gasping for something to quench her thirst. Opening the top, she didn't even notice the smell of sour milk as she immediately held it to her mouth and drank three gulps. Her eyes opened wide, she threw the carton in the sink and spat out the last mouthful. She heaved a couple of times but nothing came out. She could feel the cold milk, lumpy as it was, travel down her throat and reach her stomach. She rushed upstairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Grasping the sides of the toilet, knelt on the floor, she was expecting to vomit any minute, but it never came. Instead she all of a sudden felt a lot better. Standing up, she looked down curiously at her slim, tight belly, as if to say "why don't you hurt?" She unlocked the door and walked into her room and sat on her bed, still in thought. "Maybe it's that super healing stuff. He never did say what it would heal," she said to herself.

The house was quiet, it should've been quieter, Megan should've been out with the other three, but she stayed back, awaiting what she thought was the inevitable. She stood up to open the window.

Wham.

Like a hot spear was thrust through her stomach, Megan clutched at her belly. Falling to the carpeted floor, she assumed a fetal position. She stayed like it for several minutes, shaking and shivering, a cold sweat breaking out, and then all of a sudden she stretched out into a star shape, letting out a little painful groan.

Still shivering, Megan started to feel her clothes getting tight. Her cropped T-shirt began to stretch, clinging to her body, finding all the crevices. Her jeans slackened at the waist, but her thighs felt constrained. She turned her head and looked at her right arm, shocked at what she sees. Her arm was bigger than she knew it to be. She suddenly convulsed, her body becoming taught. It was as if every muscle in her body had a cramp, not only could she not move, the pain was so unbearable she couldn't scream.

Her body relaxed, and although the pain lessened, she still ached everywhere. She grabbed the bed and pulled herself up, managing to stand up. Turning, she faced the mirror. If it wasn't for her beautiful face, which remained unchanged, she wouldn't have recognized herself. Her body, still shivering, had changed enormously. Her arms were muscular, stretching the fabric of her T-shirt. Her modest, pert round breasts remained the same, but were pushed out on two mounds of pectoral muscle, stretching the T-shirt to near ripping point. Her jeans slid down a little, the waist band catching on her thighs, her red thong the only thing that wasn't stretched. As she stood there, another cold sweat came over her, and her body convulsed again. Barely able to remain standing, she saw with her own eyes her reflection changing. She heard ripping sounds as the shoulder seams of her T-shirt ripped apart, exposing bulging muscle. Seconds later a hole appeared in her T-shirt between her breasts, it got bigger as the fabric ripped apart, her jeans slid down a little more, but her thighs packed the entirety of the upper leg, and a few seconds later her jeans began to tear down each seam of each leg.

Without relaxing, her body convulsed even more, the pain greater as she found her voice and screamed. No longer able to stand she hit the floor with a thud, but the pain of impact was unnoticeable. All she could feel was red-hot pain in every muscle in her body. All she could hear was ripping and tearing. All she could taste was sweat.

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Megan had been breathing heavily for a few minutes now, waiting for the next convulsion. But it never came. Staring at the ceiling, she decided it was time she got up and see what had happened to her. She grabbed the bed with her left hand, already she couldn't help but notice the hugeness of her arm out of the corner of her eye. She pulled herself up, and stood up straight, head drooping. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and looked at the mirror.

Her beautiful, model perfect head sat now on what appeared to be a relatively elegant neck. But the neck was now part of a larger structure. Huge, bulging shoulders were now either side of her neck. Attached to them were two, impossibly large arms. Megan lifted her right arm, palm facing the sky. When it was out straight, she slowly flexed it, bending her arm at the elbow. Her bicep grew and grew until it was the size of what must be a football, and was so big it was stopping her from bending her arm any further. Her lower arm was big too, keeping in proportion with her upper arm. She continued to examine the rest of her body as she let her arm drop naturally. Her breasts, like perfect half-spheres, seemed small now they rested on huge, ripped pecs. They were uncovered, what remains of her T-shirt hanging from each shoulder. Below her breasts was impossibly defined abs. Packed into the waistline she'd never seen as small. Her thong still covered the important bit, but her jeans were all over the place. The waistband rested round the top of her thighs, while her thighs, each easily bigger than her waist, had completely annihilated the upper legs of her jeans.

Fragments of the jeans remained around the knees, but then her calves had severed the denim link between the knees and the ankles.

Megan could tell from where she stood in relation to the mirror that she had grown no taller. She walked, dumbfounded, into the bathroom. She used her foot, still with trainer on (at least they didn't grow) to pull out the scale. Stepping on it, the needle went straight around the dial before being stopped at the safety pin.

"Great. I'm over 250 pounds." She got off the scale and went downstairs, passing John's room en route to the kitchen. She stopped, stepped back and peered through John's door which was ajar. She opened the door and switched on the light, there was his free weights. His dumbbells lay there, thirty pounds on each. Megan remembered trying to lift one whilst a bit inebriated. She managed it only when using both hands. She bent down, not even realizing she did so without bending her knees, and grasped the dumbbell. Expecting to be met with great resistance she took a deep breath and lifted. She almost fell back as she lifted the weight into the air.

She put the dumbbell down and loaded all the weights she could find on to it. They equaled sixty pounds. Megan took the strain, and lifted. Again, it was too easy. Amazed, she put the dumbbell down and unloaded the weights, loading them all onto the barbell. Along with them, she loaded on all the weights she could find, biggest first going down to smallest. She put on the stoppers and counted up the weight; two hundred pounds. She bent down, bending at the knees and grasped the bar with both hands. Standing up, she lifted the bar with her. With the bar still held at waist level, she turned to the mirror. Her new body flexed with power as she held the two hundred pounds before her. She shifted her hands, slowly moving both hands to the centre of the bar, which began to bend as one hundred pounds on each end started to take it's toll.

Carefully, she removed her left hand from the bar, it now suspending from Megan's right hand. As she stared in the mirror, she took a little breath and flexed her right arm. Her bicep grew and grew. She began to curl the barbell with her right arm. She heard a rip as some more of her already perished T-shirt tore apart. In the mirror, she watched as the two hundred pound barbell was lifted by a body she didn't recognize. But she could feel it, and still her muscles ached. Even so, she was still able to lift the two hundred pound weight, though with a little difficulty. Megan curled the barbell, her entire body exploding with muscles. Each defined to impossible extent. She continued the curl and began to lift it over her head, her obliques now bulging out of her side, her abs bulging out of their waistline. As she stood there, holding a two hundred pound barbell above her with one hand, she no longer felt disgusted.

She was turned on.

The alarm clock buzzed, waking Megan up with a start. She stared up at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, closed her eyes, stretched over to her clock and fumbled for the off switch. Finding it, she stopped the buzzing and returned her arm to lie by her side on the bed.

The curtains wide open, light poured into the room and over Megan, as she squirmed in post-sleep tiredness, she brought her left arm over to cover her eyes, but when she rested her arm on her head she felt a big, bulging muscle touch her forehead. In a second, the events of last night came rushing back, Megan opened her eyes wide and sat up in bed. She looked down at her left arm, palm face up. She twisted her thick arm and watched the bulging muscles move and flex. She pulled the duvet off her and stared at her thick thighs. She prodded one, it felt like prodding a piece of high density rubber; there was no give at all but if she pressed hard enough she was able to feel the tiniest bit of flexibility. She spun her legs round and planted them on the floor and stood up before walking over to the mirror, a thong the only thing she wore.

As she looked at herself in daylight, she was startled at the beauty of her body, expecting to feel nothing but disgust. She didn't look quite as big as she remembered last night, her muscles seemed to have calmed down. Thinking quickly, she assumed that they were a little swollen after the transformation and had calmed down, as it were, during the night. She quickly ran over that last thought – 'transformation'. It sounded like something out of a comic book, but then as she looked at her body, at the proportions, at the size and at the beauty, there really wasn't anything normal about the way she now looked. A beautiful, model-caliber face with a rock hard, beautifully muscular body.

As she examined herself, Megan noticed her hands and feet hadn't changed, they were still the small elegant hands that would belong to a normal 19 year old, five foot two girl. But they were attached to a forearm that greatly increased in thickness. Her upper arm was thicker still along with her shoulder. She dare not even guess how wide her shoulders were now. Her upper body was literally a V shape. Her waist was tiny yet packed with a bulging four-pack. She'd have sworn the distance between her waistline and her breasts had reduced, but she felt the same height as before. Looking down, she understood why, her legs had grown in length as well as girth. At the top of her four-pack was a small line of muscle above which rested her breasts. Her breasts, too, had remained the same size. They were modestly small, but perfectly round and pert, and at the top of each breast her flesh merged with her ripped pectoral muscles.

She continued looking at herself, staring at herself, scrutinizing herself. It hadn't sunk in yet what had happened, it was simply too unbelievable. She felt so light, as she lifted her arm it struck her how easy it was, expecting it to be a workout just to lift the thing. She flexed her right arm and watched her reflection. As she slowly bent her elbow, bringing her forearm up to a right angle with her upper arm, her bicep grew from its stretched out mound into a big ball of muscle. She straightened her arm and flexed it again. She was mesmerized at how many different muscles moved and worked just to bend her arm, and now every muscle in her body was defined beyond belief it was easy to see the muscles as they flexed and contracted.

She heard a noise downstairs, someone was up, and she suddenly came to a startling realization – she would have to present herself to her housemates. It was then when it dawned on her nothing she had to wear would fit, this made her wonder just how big she was. She walked over to the desk and opened the drawer, taking out a ball of string and a ruler. She unwrapped a length of the string and broke it off (this was extremely easy as the string snapped more easily than a bit of cotton).

She walked back over to the mirror and wrapped the string round her upper arm. Flexing again, she dug her fingernail into the string where the end had wrapped round and met itself. She pulled the string away and measured it on her ruler, it was only a twelve inch ruler so she had to double back to get the measurement, and as she did, her jaw dropped in amazement. Twenty inches. Her forearms measured eighteen inches. She measured her waist above her hips, nineteen inches while her waist measurement around her hips were twenty-six. Her thighs were twenty-five inches each, her calves just over twenty-three.

Now for her chest. She wrapped the string around herself under her arms. Measuring it on the ruler she had to double back four times before getting to the result of a massive forty-seven inches. She dared to measure her shoulders. She almost ran out of string but managed to pull it in, her shoulders requiring the full length of the string. She used the ruler to work out how wide she was, eventually coming to the end of the string, and added up the final figure. Around sixty-six inches.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed. "What am I going to wear?" She spoke aloud, but under her breath. She thought hard. It would have to be something stretchy, very stretchy. She opened her wardrobe and looked through, finding the biggest T-shirt she could find, and tried to put it on. The bottom seam wasn't allowing the T-shirt to stretch over her shoulders so she got a pair of scissors and cut it off. Trying again, the fabric was being stretched to its limit as she forced the T-shirt over her muscles. The sleeve's seams were now stopping it going over her arms, so off it came and off she cut the seams. Thinking ahead, she cut the collar seam off too.

Last attempt. She pulled the T-shirt down, putting her arms through the sleeves and forcing the T-shirt to stretch. She turned to the mirror, the fabric was stretched to ripping point. Because so much of the fabric was used covering her upper body, the bottom of the T-shirt hung just below her breast line, creating the illusion it was a crop top, when it was actually a full-length top. The fabric was stretched so much it was almost see-through, and she could see her nipples through the T-shirt when looking hard enough.

Next, the legs. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to get anything over her calves, let alone her thighs. She remembered she had a shroud somewhere. Searching for it, she found the red patterned piece of material at the bottom of her wardrobe. She wrapped it round herself and tied a knot around her waist. It covered the important parts, but the shroud wasn't wide enough to cover her thighs, but it looked quite good exposing most of one of her legs.

Now to meet the first person with her new body, she wanted to get this over and done with. She opened her door, took a deep breath, and began to walk downstairs.

"Who's that?" Asked Megan.

"It's me, Megan." It was John. Which was not a surprise as his room was the only one downstairs.

"Okay... look... I've got something to show you, alright... but don't freak out."

"About what?" John replied.

"You guy's were right, the medical experiments seemed to have had a small effect on me."

"Oh god, what's wrong, spots?" John came into the hall from the kitchen, continuing to speak, running through a list of things he thought might've happened. "Boils? Rashes?" Megan reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to face him. "Hair dropping out? Fingernails fall..." John stopped dead. His jaw dropped. "Holy fuck! Megan, is that you?"

"Of course it's me, who else would it be?"

"What the fuck happened?"

"Well, I'm presuming it was all the medical stuff. I think all of it together maybe produced some unexpected results."

John put down his coffee on the side and stepped closer to Megan. At five foot ten, he towered over Megan but now he felt small. "Can I... touch?" John asked.

"I suppose." John slowly moved his arm up and prodded Megan's shoulder. It was solid.

"Fuck me. You're like rock."

"I know."

"How strong are you?"

"Oh, quite strong."

"How strong?" John persisted. With that Megan grabbed John's belt buckle with her right hand. Taking the strain, she lifted him a foot off the ground, her bicep flexing and growing into a solid ball. She held up her left hand to stop him from falling into her until she balanced his weight. A single thick vein appeared running over her bicep from top to bottom.

Megan looked up, John was speechless, but there was still another foot between his head and the ceiling. Megan looked back down at her arm and curled John a bit higher, before gently lowering him, then curling again. She did it five times before planting his feet back on the ground. He got his balance and stood there looking stunned, but Megan was now too interested her arm to notice. She flexed her pumped arm, a small tear appeared in the sleeve, slowly ripping up the seam. She stopped, her arm not yet at right angle. A small grin came across her face as she quickly flexed her arm. Her bicep immediately bulged and her sleeve ripped half way up.

"Hah! Cool." She relaxed her arm and looked at John, he still appeared dumbfounded. She looked down and noticed the bulge in his trousers of his erect member, trying to escape the confines of his trousers.

Megan looked back up at him. She had always thought that John was handsome with his short, dark hair and green eyes, but he simply wasn't her type. But for some reason, that didn't matter now. Inexplicably, she had only one thing on her mind.

"I can help you with that." She said as she stepped up to John and ran her fingers over his bulge. She walked into him, pushing him backwards though his door and into his room, closing the door behind her.

"Let me try something for you." Megan grabbed his belt with both hands and pulled the belt apart. Her body flexed, and then there was a clang as the buckle went flying and the belt snapped. She undid his jeans and pulled them down, pulling his Calvin Kleins down with them. His member popped up, standing proud to attention.

"Keep your body taught." Megan said as she held John round the waist, and then lifted him up over her head, holding him there like a male ballet dancer would hold his female partner in a pose. She slowly spread her hands until one hand held him by the left thigh, while the other held him on his right breast, his body now spun round so Megan could hold him above her like a weightlifter would hold a barbell. She lifted him to arms length, and tilted her head back. Lowering him, Megan guided John's manhood into her mouth. With her small mouth, Megan could only just get her lips round John's well-sized manhood. But she did and she carried on lowering until she could feel him touch the back of her throat. Then she lifted him again before lowering him. She'd only done it five times when she felt John's body tremble and heard him give a small groan, her mouth suddenly filling up with semen. After his orgasm ended and he had become relaxed, she lifted him up and out completely, courteously wiping his manhood down and then swallowed. Lowering John, she laid him on his bed. Breathing deeply, he looked up at Megan, standing there with her hands on her hips, and pointed to her face. "You have... a little... bit of, uh... to the side of your mouth."

Megan licked her lips, licking off the drip of semen from the side of her mouth. "Right, now that you're not going to cum too quickly, we can get to the fun part."

"What?" Exclaimed John, sitting upright. Megan stepped closer to where he was sitting. "You must be kidding," he continued.

"Nope."

"It's gonna take me ten minutes before I can get it up again," explained John. Megan undid the knot of her shroud and let it drop to the floor. Then she struggled out of her T-shirt, standing there wearing now only a thong. John looked up and down Megan's body, as Megan watched John's soldier slowly standing to attention again.

"There you go." said Megan, pointing. She snapped off her thongs and pushed John back onto the bed. Megan climbed over him, until her lower lips were above John's member. Megan lowered her body and John's manhood tried to part her lips, but it was to no avail.

"Fuck, I'm muscley down there too!?!" exclaimed Megan. "Oh well." Megan held John's member with her right hand and lowered herself, guiding him in. Using her strength she forced John inside of her, John gasped. "Agh, that hurts."

"Stop being a wimp." Megan surprised herself with what was coming out of her mouth as she let go of John's member and continued forcing him into her as far as she could take him, while he lay there gasping and wincing. After a good five inches, Megan couldn't force him in any further, she was simply to tight and strong. But it would do as she started to thrust away, a knee either side of John's legs, her hands flat on the bed either side of his head.

Still in pain, but having an equal amount of pleasure, John grabbed Megan's butt. The small round cheeks were solid in his hands as she moved up and down above him. He looked to his side, a huge pillar of muscle planting itself into the mattress. He was beginning to realize that Megan weighed a lot more than she used to, as his body was being pushed further and further into the mattress. Megan was getting faster, and every now and then she groaned a sexy, girly groan. All of a sudden she sat up, arching her back, her breasts pointing up to the ceiling. She put her hands behind her head as she carried on thrusting. Just then, John came to climax, instinctively grabbing Megan's breasts and squeezing them, but they hardly moved, they were almost as hard as the rest of her. As John's orgasm finished, Megan's had only just began as she carried on thrusting relentlessly away. John was back into the pain territory.

"Stop!" he said, but Megan was lost in a world of passion and continued unaware of the pain she was causing him. As she moved back and forth, back and forth, she lifted her hair up, letting it fall through her fingers, her upper body stretching, her muscles stretching with her. All of a sudden, her arms dropped to a carrying position, held out to either side, it was as if she was holding a dumbbell in each hand. Her entire body flexed as she came to orgasm, each muscle bulging to its limit. She relaxed, moved back, and thrust forward again, a second orgasm. John yelped out in pain as she had a second orgasm, flexing and groaning along with it. She moved back and thrust again, harder. A drip of sweat flung itself from one of Megan's nipples onto John's face as her body flexed again. She moved back and she knew this was to be the final thrust, the final orgasm... and the biggest. As she moved back she brought her hands to her face, bowing her head, her upper body in a defensive, protective position, her hands clenched into fists as beads of sweat ran down her arms. She thrust herself forward with every ounce of power she could muster, throwing her arms down to the side again, fully flexed, her head looking skyward. Pouting her chest, she flexed every muscle in her body, her pussy tightened causing John to yelp once more, fear was in his eyes as he watched the explosion of muscle before him. Megan gave out a last, girly scream of excitement, her body shining with sweat, her biceps bulging, her abs bulging, her breasts pouted out, her legs fully flexed as the mass of muscle squeezed John's legs together.

And then it was over and Megan relaxed. Sweaty, hardly worn out, Megan began to recede back but John gasped as he was dragged down the bed with her, her strong pussy not letting go of John's manhood. She put her hands on his torso and lifted herself up forcing him to slip out of her.

Megan walked over to John's mirror. Her body glistened. She took a deep breath as she stood there in a sturdy stance. Admiring her body for a few seconds, she bent down and picked up her shroud and T-shirt. She put the shroud on but couldn't get the T-shirt over her wet body. She quickly looked around John's room and spotted a pair of braces he used for a fancy dress a couple of weeks previously. Clipping them to her shroud, running them over to cover her nipples she looked back in the mirror.

"Hmmm, I think I can pull that off." She opened the door. "Thanks John. I needed that," she said over her back as she walked out. John remained lying on his bed, hurting and shell-shocked. He still hadn't plucked up the courage to lift his head and assess the damage to his sex life. It would be a while before he did.

It was midday, the light still poured through Megan's window, and she still hadn't heard any movement from John's bedroom since she shagged him, hard, about three hours earlier. Sitting on her bed, she was starting to worry whether she had really hurt him. From what she saw there was no blood, but she did remember thinking to herself that his manhood looked mighty red and sore after his ordeal.

Just then, she heard one of the other doors open outside on the landing, and then who-ever-it-was walking into the bathroom. She got up and peeked through a gap in her door. It was Suzy's door that was open. Megan closed her door, took off John's braces, undid her shroud letting it drop to the floor, and picked up her duvet. Wrapping it round her shoulders, it covered her pretty much head to toe.

The toilet was flushed, and Megan opened her door and walked into Suzy's room. The bathroom door re-opened and Suzi came walking, slowly and drowsily, back into her room wearing her plain red Po's. She jumped seeing Megan huddled in the corner on her bed.

"Christ Meg, don't do that."

"Soz." Said Megan. Suzi closed her door and sat on the bed next to Megan.

"What's wrong? And why does it look like you're wearing an American football kit under your duvet?" Asked Suzi, Megan smiled at her comparison.

"I've got something to show you. It's probably going to freak you out, so don't shout."

"It's okay, Dan didn't come back last night, ended up with some girl he met a month ago. And John's awake, I just heard him in the kitchen." Meg was relieved with the second part of Suzy's news. She got up off the bed, keeping the duvet wrapped tight around her and walked over to the door, turning to face Suzi.

"Are you ready?"

"I guess." Replied Suzi.

Megan let go of the duvet as it dropped to the floor around her feet, leaving her standing there, naked. Megan had much the same reaction as John. Her mouth wide open in exclamation but no sound escaped.

"I think I mixed one too many experimental medications." Megan tried to inject some humor, even though it was the truth. Suzi stood up. A clear three inches taller than Megan, Megan was the shortest in the house as Suzi slowly walked up to her.

"Is it... real?"

"Of course it's real. Look!" With that Megan flexed her right arm in front of her, her bicep bulging, pushing her right breast upwards a little.

"Fuck!" Came the exclamation that Megan was starting to get bored of. She relaxed her arm and let it fall naturally to her side.

"Can I...?" Suzi held out a finger.

"Yeah." Suzi, instead of prodding, held out both hands and placed them on Megan's wrists. She slowly began to run them up her arms, gasping when she felt how solid Megan's arms were. She continued up to the huge shoulders, and then down to her breasts, giving them a little squeeze, to no avail.

"Suzi, what are you doing?" Suzi removed her hands.

"Sorry. I, er, was just curious." Said Suzi. Megan looked up into her eyes, noticing the gleam in them, and she looked restless.

"Do you... like this?" Asked Megan. Suzi began to smile.

"I don't know what it is, but it's just so sexy." Megan couldn't believe what she was hearing. She would half expect it from the boys, but she saw Suzi as the hardest one of the lot to accept it. Instead, it sounded by all accounts, she fancied her. Megan looked at Suzi, at her slim frame, her dark hair pinned up behind her head. She was a pretty girl, and Megan would never even think about her being a lesbian.

"Do you fancy other girls?" Asked Megan. Suzi was a bit surprised by this, but after what had just occurred it was understandable. And now that she couldn't hide it, she may as well admit it.

"Sometimes. Boys are still my favorite but sometimes, if the girl is really something special, then yeah, I like 'em. And believe me, you were something special before... this. Now, you're extra special." Suzi undid her PJ top and let it drop to the floor.

"Woe there girl." Said Megan. "I'm not... like you."

"Have you ever had another woman give you pleasure?" Asked Suzi as she undid her bra.

"Surprisingly not, and I'm not going to start now." Megan began to leave.

"Then how do you know it's no fun?" Suzi replied, taking down her PJ bottoms. "And that's all it is, fun." She said as she took off her knickers. Megan had stopped and partly turned, the door to her left, a naked Suzi to her right. Suzi stepped up to Megan and stroked her thigh with her left hand. Megan remained standing there. Suzi used her right hand to stroke Megan's left breast, running her fingers down to her stomach, over the bulges of her abdomen.

"Oh, my..." Suzi was clearly getting excited. With Megan standing with her feet shoulder width apart, Suzi put her arms around her neck and straddled Megan's thigh. Suzi groaned, feeling the hard muscle between her legs, Megan could feel Suzy's naturally lubricated lips on her thigh. She looked up at Suzi. Suzi smiled.

"How strong are you?"

"Very." With that, Suzi stepped round to face Megan and jumped up, her legs going either side of Megan's waist, holding her shoulders to keep her from falling. Megan didn't even move, she stood there solid as a rock. With such a small waistline, Suzi wrapped her legs round the inside of Megan's legs and pushed her pelvis in, Megan's bulging abs rubbing against her pussy.

Megan didn't know what to do, she felt stupid, out of place, and used.

"I don't know Suzi."

Suzi replied with a kiss. Stroking Megan's wide, muscle-bound back, Suzi started to explore Megan's mouth too. Her tongue slowly and sensually ran round Megan's mouth, stroking her tongue. It was the best kiss Megan had ever experienced. She reciprocated, and started to explore Suzy's mouth. As their faces moved away from each other, Suzi licked Megan's tongue with her lips, a strand of saliva briefly stretching between the two mouths.

"I got an idea." Said Suzi, as she slid down from Megan and stood back up. "Can you lift me? Upside down?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Megan. Suzi turned round so her back faced Megan, and then knelt down. Putting her head on the floor, her hands down flat on the floor, she did a headstand, and then did the splits. Megan took the cue, stepped forward, put her hands under Suzy's thighs, and lifted. She curled her until her mouth was in line with Suzy's pussy. Meanwhile, Suzi put her hands round the back of Megan's thighs and pulled herself in, and tried to enter Megan with her tongue. But she couldn't push her tongue inside her. Just then she felt Megan's tongue inside of her. She was lucky, Megan was a natural as she immediately began stimulating her. In ecstasy, Suzi felt guilty for not being able to do the same for Megan, so she entrusted her weight in Megan's hands and let go of her thighs. Megan didn't falter as she held Suzi still while exploring her love hole. Suzi put her thumb up against Megan's lips, and pushed as hard as she could. Her thumb slowly slipped in all the way, and Suzi began massaging inside Megan. It obviously did the trick as both girls started to moan. Just then Megan touched something, the right thing, in the right place at the right time as a wave of passion overcame Suzi. She stopped massaging Megan, trying to get her thumb out while she had an orgasm. She trembled a little and bit her lip as Megan carried on, hitting the same spot and sending Suzi into ecstasy once more. She sighed a heavy sigh and Megan stopped.

Suzy's thumb was still inside Megan, even though she'd tried desperately to remove it. But now she continued her massaging and Megan began groaning again. Megan looked down at her arms, they were bulging once more, one thick vein running down each bicep. She curled Suzi a little, up, down, up, down, causing irregularities in the massaging, which made it better. Megan found herself approaching orgasm.

"Take it out." Said Megan for Suzy's best interests.

"I can't." Megan twitched, causing her to lift Suzi up higher, which caused her thumb to touch Megan in a wild spot. Though she tried not to, Megan climaxed and with it, she flexed uncontrollably, her body going tense. Suzi gasped as her thumb was gently crushed. Megan groaned. She relaxed her body as soon as she could, then lowered Suzi, laying her on the floor.

"I'm going to do this quickly, alright?" Megan said to Suzi. Suzi nodded. Megan grasped Suzy's wrist and gave a short tug, her thumb slipping out from inside of her. Suzi sat up on the bed

."Is it alright?" Asked Megan.

"Yeah, just a little sore." She looked up at Megan with a smile. "That was great. You're a natural." Megan blushed.

"Uh, yeah. Look, it was good, but I'm not gonna go round shagging women now."

"Good," replied Suzi. "I can have you all to myself."

The past couple of days had been awkward. Her unusual encounters with both John and Suzi had changed the atmosphere in the house quite a bit. When Megan left her room, which was rare and was normally only to make a cup of tea or for some food, exchanges between herself and her housemates were brief. A one word "hello" and a nervous smile was all she could muster.

Dan, the third housemate, came back and was told about what had happened to Megan. He came up and knocked on Megan's door, his response the same as the others when she opened it. Unluckily for him, however, there was no 'unusual' encounter between him and her.

So for the past couple of days, Megan had done little more than sit in her room, contemplating. She spent some time in front of the mirror, not so much admiring herself than just staring at herself in disbelief. It was now, as she stood there naked in front of the mirror, when a ringing came from her desk, muffled. She walked over and picked up some papers until she found her phone, the number on the display unrecognizable. She pressed the 'Yes' button.

"Hello?"

"Miss Kale?" came the voice through the earpiece. It was a female, and she immediately recognized the voice.

"Speaking."

"Hello, I'm Sheila from GeneMec."

"Oh, hello." Megan acted surprised.

"Hi. I'm calling regarding the medical research, and Dr. Harnull has asked whether it would be possible for you to come in for a check up and progress appointment."

Megan thought for what seemed like ages, but she hadn't been rushed by Sheila at all by the time Megan replied.

"Yeah, yeah that'd be fine."

"Great. When would be convenient?" Asked the secretary.

"Anytime."

"Well, today then?"

"Uh, yeah. What time?"

"Three o'clock?" Megan looked at her watch, it was just approaching two.

"Yeah, three's fine."

"Good, I'll see you at three today then." Confirmed Sheila.

"Yup. Bye." Said Megan, and she pressed the 'No' button to end the call. Megan was pleased; she'd find it hard to go to a normal doctor to explain what had happened. At least the guys at GeneMec knew what she looked like previously and may actually try to find out what happened, and how.

But now she had one problem, what would she wear? She hadn't left the house since her transformation three days ago, and so was able to put up with just a shroud and whatever she could find for on top; at the moment that stretched extra-large T-shirt was doing the job, though it ripped a little more every time she wore it.

It was then she remembered seeing a bodybuilding shop down the high street not far from her house. Passing it while sat in the bus numerous times commuting to and from Uni, the cartoon of a muscular man in the main window always seized her attention, but through it she remembered seeing clothing, specially made for bodybuilders. Although her body was hardly normal, even by body-builder standards, it was the best bet she had.

Squeezing into her T-shirt once more, she put on her trainers and grabbed her keys, and ventured outside. As the door closed behind her she stopped walking and stood still. Drawing in a deep breath, she relished the fresh air in comparison with the staleness of her room.

It was only ten minutes walk to the bodybuilding shop, 'Guilder's Power Shop' as Megan would find out. She was surprised at how many people didn't stare at her. She couldn't tell whether people just didn't notice her or if they were glancing out of the corners of their eyes out of politeness, but only a handful of people actually blatantly stared. Coming at last to the shop front, she opened the door and stepped inside. A tallish gentleman stepped out from a back door.

"Hello there... wow!" He noticed the girl on his shop floor.

"Hi. I need some more clothing I... I seemed to have grown out of my last set."

"Sure. Can you remember what line they were?" Asked the salesman, who seemed quite buff to Megan, but then that wouldn't be surprising, would it?

"No, I can't. I think it was the most casual lot."

"Yeah, I think that would most suit you. Follow me." He led her round to the back of one of the many clothes racks and presented the rack of clothing.

"Is it okay if I try some on?" Megan asked.

"Yeah, of course." Replied the salesman. Megan picked a top and bottom and went into the single cubicle fitting room. She peeled off her white T-shirt as it ripped some more in the process, and she put on the top. It was the largest top they did in the women's range, and it fit her like a glove. Looking at the pictures in the shop, it appeared the top was supposed to be baggy, on Megan it wasn't exactly tight, but it wasn't baggy enough to hide her body completely. As she looked in the mirror, the cloth followed the contours of her body so though it was obvious she had extremely wide shoulders and big arms, the fact they were smooth, bulging muscles to impossible definition carved out of marble was hidden, something her white T-shirt didn't do too well. The only part of her magnificent upper body it didn't hide was her lower torso, the top being of the cropped variety.

She undid her shroud and pulled the bottoms up over legs. The waistband just stretched over her thighs and clung to her waist just below her narrowest part; her torso. Like the top, they couldn't hide the fact she had big thighs but they were baggy and hid a lot of the definition. Again, they were the biggest she could find, and with her petite frame (height-wise at least) the bottoms bunched together at the bottom, but by the time she'd put her trainers on it didn't matter.

She looked at herself full-length, her hands, mid-riff and face the only parts of her body on 'display', and she thought to herself "I look pretty cool." She smiled a small smile and pulled back the curtain. The salesman stood there and smiled agreeably.

"Suits you." He said.

"I'll take these and these." Megan picked from the rack another two tops and another two bottoms alike the ones she wore. Her current top was white with black stitching and the clothes design symbol imprinted on the back, while her bottoms were black, pure cotton material with pockets a third and two-thirds down each leg. They suited her trainers, a pair of black and brown Nikes.

"Would you like to wear those now?" the salesman asked as he walked round to behind the till.

"Yeah, please." Replied Megan as the salesman scanned the barcodes of the clothes, the sub-total amounting on the till display.

"That'll be £149.94 please." Megan handed over her card, thankfully the things she did to get her into this in the first place would provide plenty enough money for these, and what she assumed would probably be plenty-more. The salesman swiped her card and waited for the receipt.

"If I may ask, what supplements do you use? You're very big for a girl your height and, well, you look very... natural and... pretty." The salesman blushed a little, so did Megan.

"Huh! Thanks. Erm, I don't use anything."

"Really!" The salesman looked shocked. "How did you get that big then?" he asked as he handed Megan the receipt.

"Dunno, must be in the genes I guess," she replied as she signed the receipt and handed it back with a smile.

"Very good genes," the salesman replied, handing Megan her card and customer receipt. Megan picked up all her things and left, saying goodbye.

"Goodbye. Come again... please," replied the salesman, staring at the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen walk out of his shop.

               * * * * * * * *

After dropping the shopping off at the house, all her housemates at Uni – where she should be, another hurdle to get over – she hopped on a bus and at five minutes to three was standing outside the GeneMec building.

She took a deep breath and walked in.

"Megan Kale for a three o'clock appointment with Dr. Harnull?" The receptionist looked up, she hadn't watched Megan walk in and her high fronted desk stopped her from seeing anymore of Megan than Megan wanted her to see.

"Ah, yes, hello Megan, take a seat."

"Thanks." Megan walked over to the seating as Sheila phoned who she presumed was Dr. Harnull. After a few words, she put the phone down and carried on with her work, not even glimpsing up to where Megan had sat.

The door opened at the back of the office and Dr. Harnull walked in. Seeing Megan he smiled, Megan stood up and the doctor's smile faded into a puzzled look.

"Megan?" He asked.

"Yeah, we need to talk." Megan immediately walked past the doctor, through the door, and into his lab. Dr. Harnull followed with haste, finding Megan already sat on his laboratory bed when he walked in, closing the door behind him.

"What? How... what?" The doctor was confused, more so than ever before.

"I have a confession." Said Megan in a deadpan voice.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Megan explained to Dr. Harnull what she'd done, about coming in multiple times for medical research, being injected with experimental serums for different things and how she convulsed at home and changed into what she is now. As she spoke, it sounded like something out of a comic or children's book, to both of them.

After she'd said all she had to say, Dr. Harnull sat down in his desk chair, shocked and dumbfounded. Silent he sat there for minutes, while Megan dangled her legs over the bed, swinging them back and forth.

"Did it hurt?" Asked the doctor eventually.

"Like no pain I've ever had." Came the reply.

"Okay. Right. Well, I need to talk with the other doctor's. We need to find out exactly what happened and how, but we must do it in our own time. If we could find out how this happened, and how to make it happen again..." the doctor started to look around him, searching for something.

"Hold on," Megan said, jumping to the floor. "You want to SELL this?" Megan presented herself.

"Could you imagine how many people would want that?" Dr. Harnull said, pointing to Megan's body. "The military might even be interested," he carried on.

"But it's, it's wrong," Megan blurted. The doctor stopped and looked at her.

"Why?"

"Because..." Megan couldn't find a reason quick enough.

"If we can work it out, if we can reproduce this, painlessly, with no side-effects... the demand would be... astronomical."

"No side-effects? This IS a side-effect, it's one big side-effect!" Protested Megan. The doctor stopped and looked at Megan, up and down.

"But what a side-effect, huh? I don't know why you're so against it, you'd have some of the profit."

"What do you mean?" Asked Megan.

"Well, you're the first subject, it's because of you this happened in the first place, and right now your body holds all the keys to unlocking the secrets. Without you, we have nothing, only what you've told me. We'll try it without you, but it'll be so much easier with your help."

Megan stopped for a bit, and mulled over what Dr. Harnull just said.

"How much of a cut?" she asked.

"It would probably be split."

"Would I have any control over what happens?"

"What do you mean?" asked the doctor.

"It's got to be safe, 100%."

"We're scientists who want to help people, not kill them," he replied, matter-of-factly.

"I'll have to think about it." Megan said.

"That's fine, I've got to get the ball rolling with the other doctor's first anyway."

"Will there be a contract?" asked Megan.

"Err, yeah, I suppose there ought to be some kind of statement, as it'll be a collaborative process."

Megan continued to think while Dr. Harnull busied himself in the background. Eventually;

"Okay. If there's a legally binding contract and I agree to it... I'll do it!" Said Megan.

"Great. I'll inform the other doctor's, sort that side of things out and then get back to you, okay?"

"Okay." Megan began to walk away toward the door.

"Oh, Megan?" The doctor called her back. She turned. "How strong ARE you?" he asked.

Megan walked up to the doctor and parted his white lab coat. Gripping his belt with her left hand, she lifted him into the air, curling him until her fist was shoulder height, and then taking advantage of the high ceilings she stretched her arm up. Her cropped top raised, stopped from going any higher by her breasts as it stretched, her sleeve being pulled back over her forearm. She held him there for a couple of seconds before slowly lowering him to the floor. He looked down at her once he'd got his balance back and smiled.

"That'll do," he said.

Megan turned and walked away, the doctor staring at her in disbelief as she walked out through his door.

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This was from 2003? Pretty good