Author: [FCW9] Yvette OR How I Became a College Steroid Freak

[FCW9]

Over summer break I continued to keep the appointments with the school shrink. During the spring semester we found out that I suffered from and inferiority complex. Kind of obvious when you look back on it all now. But that wasn't all. The fact that I'm a genius compounded with an undiagnosed case of OCD caused my need to do well in everything that I do. On top of that, add the sibling rivalry I had with my older sister, and constantly being in her shadow growing up... Yeah, I'm pretty fucked in the head. But then again, you already knew that. No sane person would have used a dangerous, untested anabolic while alone in a locked basement with no communication to the outside world should something had gone wrong, only to end up a six feet six inch tall nearly seven hundred pound freak.

Between the hypnosis and self affirmations the shrink had me doing, I was quickly coming to the realization of just how fucking awesome I truly am. I mean come on, I helped lead my high school and now college track teams to national championships. I hold the world record in all four throwing events. I hold  a couple of world records in weight lifting. AND I helped members of my track team set world records as well. All while fooling the NCAA into thinking we all were all natural athletes. Where as the truth was, the entire athletic department at the school was being pumped so full of anabolics that their shit probably has muscles. I was already a millionaire at age 19, and had established a steroid empire in the local community that no one dared to question me. The FDA was on the verge of awarding me a patent for a drug that could cure ALS. And I had my pick of any man or woman on campus, as my roommate can attest to, since there were some nights that she didn't get any sleep from the wild sex going on in our room. Sometimes she participated, and other times she would just watch. FUCK YEAH! my life is good.

The football homecoming game was a sell out after last season's turn around. This season the team was filled with hulking beasts. Hell they looked like an NFL team lining up against a pop warner team when the first team showed up. The nationally ranked Badgers looked so small compared to our guys that they actually forfeited the game when they refused to come out after the half time break. Granted they didn't really have a chance at that point with the score already being seventy seven to nothing. With half their starting lineup on both defense and offence sidelined with injuries. Spirits were high on campus that night as the girls held a party at our sorority house.

Our house has become known by a nickname and it makes me laugh a little. Since most of the girls had started working out when they saw Tiffany and Sin getting results, many have become rather built. With our letters being Mu and Gamma or M and G for those that don't know, collectively around campus we've become the Muscle Goddess house. Greek Olympics we basically dominated, and the monthly arm wrestling tournaments with the proceeds going to charity have become a thing of legend. It's easy to tell which guys were dumb enough to enter, the following day when you look around and see who has their arm in a cast. Yes, Tiffany has won every tournament, and no I've not entered. I know my own strength and I don't feel the need to snap someones arm in half to prove it.

Speaking of Tiffany, there are times when I wonder what I got myself into with her. First she buys a gym that makes anything in the normal campus gym look outdated and useless by comparison. Then she shows back up at the sorority house with new tits, that look like she stuffed two large beach balls under her shirt. She's now over seven feet tall and without the one hundred pounds of tits she'd be four hundred pounds of muscle. Yes, you heard me right. EACH of her tits weighs fifty pounds, and she's big enough to pull that feet off. She's become a monster. Granted, she's not as muscular as I am. But she's almost a foot taller than me flat foot, yet she won't be caught dead without her ten inch heels with the four inch platform. With those on she's almost eight feet tall.

She told me about a week into the semester that she needed another day or so to get the money for her next cycle. Later that same day I saw her having a spirited conversation with Sin and it wasn't until the following day when I found out the bank just off of campus had been robbed the night before, that I was able to put two and two together to figure it all out.

Apparently, between all the money she's been spending to buy steroids, new clothing, and the new tits, her senator daddy had cut of her credit card. And now being addicted to growing her body ever larger, she needed a new source of money. Sin is a computer science student majoring in online security. So Tiffany has Sin hack into the alarm system and cameras at the bank. then the two of them break into the vault, which was ripped clean off it's hinges. They were then able to take as much as they wanted. Early reports are that they made off with over seventeen million. Of course I kept my mouth shut. I'm not going to get killed in my sleep by that crazy bitch. However I did need to come up with a way to slow her down if not completely stop her from getting too out of control.

Sin on the other hand is also north of seven feet tall now. Still with her natural now G cups on top of her three hundred and seventy five pound muscle frame, she too cuts an imposing figure. The time she's been spending with Tiffany is starting to show as well. She's like a spider waiting for her prey when we have parties. It doesn't take her long to figure out which guy she's going to first seduce, then take to our room, get him all hot and bothered then put his ass in the hospital when she breaks at least two bones in his body when she fucks him. Even as word spread around campus about her, she still has zero trouble finding guys to get her off, and i'm not sure which gets her off more, the actual sex or the breaking of her partners.

It wasn't until Tiffany made her mind up that she was going to try and force me to give her a cycle of steroids for less than what I told her that things got ugly. First she put a hole in the wall of my room. Then she ripped my door of the hinges. It wasn't until she ripped the door off my truck that I stepped in to calm her down. Granted, most people at the party called it a curb stomping when I knocked her down and then stomped her face into the curb, knocking her out cold. It was at this time I carried her to the lab and strapped her down to the exam table. I then administered a large dose of peyote to her while playing an MP3 set on repeat about how "everything in life is wonderful and there are no more wants in the world. You are content with everything you have currently and only wish to help those around you become better people to help more people and be charitable."

The following day when she came around from her slumber, she was like a changed person. She had a genuine smile on her face instead of the smirk of superiority she was known for. She hugged everyone she saw and she even helped get a kitten out of  a tree on our way back to campus. It's amazing what a little peyote will do to change someones outlook on life. Well that and getting knocked out. She insisted that she be allowed to fix both my room and truck. Which of course I let her do since it was her doing that broke them in the first place.

I also figured that now would be a good time to go back to using FMG2 on myself. There's no way in hell i'm going to ever allow ANYONE to think they can bully me again. That very day I went into my private stash and loaded up two undiluted needles full of the juice and headed down to the catacombs for my first real workout with the new equipment. I could feel the rush right away as the coke hit me super hard. I'd used both syringes at the same time, so it was a double hit. I started out with my former best at each lift and found they were all too light to even get a warm up pump going. I told the computer to steadily increase the weight, until failure. Which never really came. The girls started to get worried about me being as I locked myself in on Saturday morning, and they didn't see me until late Tuesday night when I came out drenched in sweat, and I had to break the door frame off the wall to get out of the room. I was now about as wide as I was tall with muscles so bloated that i could barely see over my pecs, and there was no chance of me turning my head. When the girls heard and felt the wall being broken by me getting out of the weight room they all came running and were shocked at what they saw. I looked cartoonish in how totally jacked I was. I instructed the pledges to grab tape rules and measure me. Just my biceps, not the whole arm but just the biceps were sixty inches around. It was over one hundred inches to get around my whole arm. My chest under my tits was two hundred inches, and i was still rocking my J cup tits. My thighs were over one hundred inches around, and my calves were sixty inches. I had to waddle to walk now, and with me being six feet wide at the shoulders an my lats pushing my arms out to almost sixty degrees, it was going to be hard to get around from now on. But you know what? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! I like being big, an i'm not going to stop until i can no longer work out. NO one is ever going to intimidate me again. NO ONE!

[El_Roy_1999]

That's excellent. Thank you very much for writing this. I enjoyed this a lot.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Wow, great stuff! I loved it, especially the part about the college team being so huge, so big, so strong, so fast that they made their first opponents, a nationally ranked team look small and weak. (If it's the Wisconsin Badgers, then you and me may have a problem, though, because that's my team, I'm from Wisconsin.) But seriously, a 77 to 0 halftime score and a forfeit because of injuries and a complete and total beatdown is awesome. Love also that Tiffany had grown strong enough to rip a bank vault door off it's hinges, though she probably had help from Sin, but it's still very cool to see that kind of power. And of course, the ending, with Yvette going through another incredible, impossible growth session, I'd love to have known what kind of weights she was lifting. If I'm not mistaken, you said that the weights went up to 100 tons? She was maxing it out then and still not getting a pump? I love that kind of power! k+!

[evanw]

I hope this isn't done! I love the character of Tiffany

[FCW9]

Word quickly spread about what had taken place at the house that weekend. I sat in the party room next to the gym and the girls thought it would be a good idea to have others come in and pay to help give me a sponge bath. And I let them. It kind of made me feel special to have people come in and be shocked at all the female muscle sitting before them. As I sat there drinking my beer, smoking the bombest weed Sin had grown to date, and eating all the steaks they could give me, I heard something from our pledges that made my blood boil. One of the pledges was giving grief to Teagan, while I watched another shove Blare to the ground and then step on her in a bid to get my attention. I smashed my beer bottle to the floor and in my now booming voice demanded that everyone not active, or pledging the house to leave. It was like watching a Chinese fire drill, as the people poured out of the place as fast as they could get through the door. I told the pledges to line up and with fire in my eyes i unloaded both barrels.

"IF I EVER HEAR ONE OF YOU DEGRADE A SISTER AGAIN I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING HEADS OFF AND USE THEM TO DRINK BEER OUT OF!" I yelled at them as I paced up and down the line of girls. "YOU ARE WHAT?!" I asked loudly. To which they replied as they should have with "One." This made me even more mad. "BULLSHIT!" I screamed in the faces of the two girls who pissed me off in the first place as they stood side by side. "IF YOU WERE ONE, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE CALLED TEGAN A FATTY."  then turning to the other girl. "AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE CALLED BLAIR A SKINNY BITCH, SHOVED HER TO THE FLOOR AND STEPPED ON HER." I yelled and both girls pissed themselves. "Let me make this perfectly clear to even the dumbest of you trust fund sluts. If you can't find it in yourself to HELP one another, and grow together as one, then you need to get the fuck out of this house now and never come back." I told them with my fists clenched in rage.  "You are attempting to be sisters. Sisters help each other. I know if shit went sideways, that any of these bitches behind me would have my back no matter if I'd robbed a bank or killed someone." i said then turned my back to the pledges as i looked at Tiffany and Sin. "It doesn't matter. We're sisters and sisters are there for each other." I said turning back toward the pledges. "Tegan, Blair and Pam, come with me. The rest of you are to do Tax collectors until you pass out."

As the rest of the pledges got down into the position of having their feet over their head on the wall and readied themselves for hand stand push ups. I took the three girls into the gym with me. It was an interesting cross section of women in the gym as I shut the door behind us. Pam the budding amateur bodybuilder from Canada though her parents were from Japan, wasn't that much smaller than I had been when I first stepped foot on campus. Tegan, the heavy set, cute chick from the UK, and Blair, the very thin short Russian girl, who I found out was here because Tiffany's dad had offered her parents a contact person in the form of his daughter, being as Blair's parents were Russian diplomats.

"I am sorry for how you both have been treated thus far." I said in a sigh to Tegan and Blair, and then turning to Pam, "and as for you, I commend you for being just as mad as I was when the comments were made. I saw you crush the glass bottle in your hand as you were tending bar, and hurdle the bar to go help Blair."

"It's like you said, we may not be blood, but you can't choose blood, we chose to pledge here and become sisters and that's deeper than any blood bond." Pam replied as she pulled Blair and Tegan into a hug, and they hugged her back, crying.

"Look..." i said to the girls. "I'm offering to help the three of you if you would like me to." This caused all three of them to look up at me with mild confusion on their faces. "Blair, you said to me that you don't like being so small, right?" i asked and she nodded back. Then i turned to Tegan, "And you told me that you'd like to get into shape, right?" and she nodded in agreement. "And you've already asked me the big question which i need not really repeat." i stated to Pam, and she nodded with a smile to me. "Ok, here's what we're going to do..." I told them as i laid out a plan on how to slim Tegan down, add some healthy size to Blair, and help Pam get to the next level of her budding bodybuilding career.

Once our meeting was done, the rest of the girls had already passed out, finishing their punishment, and were starting to come around again. As I told them to get on their feet, and line up again, the two catty bitches who caused this issue both grabbed their bags and left. The part that made me smile was, no one even tried to stop them. I turned to the remaining three girls who'd been punished.

"Do any of you think that what took place here was unfair?" I asked them. And one brave girl raised her hand. "You think it was unfair?"

"No Ma'am. The punishment was well warranted." she stated. "what i believe was unfair was that the rest of us didn't speak up sooner to defend our pledge sisters." she said confidently, then turned to Blair, and Tegan,  "I am sorry sisters, with all my heart, it will never happen again." This caused all the remaining girls to pull together in a group hug, and the rest of us smile.

"Good. Now that the cancer is gone." i said in a loud tone. "YOU ARE WHAT?!"

"ONE!" came the reply and it was as if one person had said it in a harmonic tone, and that made me very happy.

It seems that little incident was all that was needed to help bond the girls together. Kelly, who is in the culinary arts program put together meal plans for her pledge sisters to help them meet their goals. Rachel, the budding fashion designer made her sisters some sweet workout gear, and Gena who had first spoken up after the punishment, became their unspoken leader. She was like a spark plug, encouraging her sisters at every step. She would check on and help everyone with both their pledging homework and any class homework that she could. It was great to watch.

Pam put together a workout plan for her fellow pledges and all six of them would spend two hours a night in the gym together. They would chant the Greek alphabet, and review house history as they turned their bodies into finely tuned machines.

Just before Thanksgiving, Pam had already entered a regional muscle show, and it was very cool to see the rest of the house go with her. Most of the girls actually entered. The majority of the house entered the physique category, while Pam, Sin, Tiffany, and the new and improved Tegan entered as heavyweight bodybuilders.

The night before the show, they had some fun contests that some of the girls entered. Myself, not having entered anything due to mostly not having a bikini that fit me anymore, was there for moral support. It was when they held the "battle of the biceps" that I was dragged onto the stage by eight of the girls. The brats weren't letting me not enter something. The idea was that they give you sixty seconds to curl as much as you want to get a pump on, and then they have you flex and the largest bicep wins. The fucked up part to the whole thing is that I won before I even used the minute to pump up. I was twice as large as the largest male competitor, and decimated the women's division.  They asked me what I wanted to do and I went with it. It was a curling show and i was about to give them one.

I asked for three thousand pounds and they at first thought i was kidding, then quickly realized I was serious when I flexed my nearly seventy inch arm. They had to go out to the main hall and get the dead-lift bar and every plate they could get their hands on. The damn thing looked almost comical as I readied myself for my minute of hell. I gripped the bar and brought it to my thighs. The crowd at this point which had gathered, packing the hall, went nuts as I just dead-lifted a ton and a half of iron. This set a show record. They then realized two things. The first was that I wasn't straining, and the second was that I fully intended to curl this bitch. The buzzer sounded and i set off to curling like i'd watched the other girls do before me. I kept perfect form with my shoulders and elbows locked in place and just curled the bar, slamming it into my tits with every rep i did. The girls later told me that they thought i was going to be lifted off the ground by how much the bar was flexing on each rep. Which actually the bar did snap on my last rep on the up stroke, yet I was able to hold on an not let the halves fall to the floor as i completed my seventy first rep as the time ran out. Since the start of the timer no one had spoken a word. They all stared at me with jaws hanging open in shock. It was another minute or so, though it felt like an eternity, before the anouncer instructed the judges to measure my arm again. When i flexed this time, my bicep had been pumped up to eighty three inches. My girls were the first to cheer, which brought the stunned crowd back to reality and they all started to cheer as well. I just raised my arm, waved and walked off stage.

My sisters were the first to surround me and congratulate me on setting a new world record for two arm curls and for largest bicep in the world. They were quickly over run though, by hordes of product people wanting me to endorse their latest wares. I finally had enough and raised my voice over the din of the crowd. You could have cut the silence with a chainsaw. I informed the throng of company reps that I would meet with them at their own booths in order and would consider their offers accordingly. The money they were all offering was generous to say the least. What I ended up doing was setting up deals for the various sports programs at school with the money going to fund the general scholarship fund. All told, in one hour's work, not counting the contest, I brought in $1.65 Billion to the school.  As we rode the elevator to our room Sin took the time to tell me that once the contest was done, she wanted to grow like me. She wanted to be my second in command so to speak. Knowing she's good at heart I agreed. I'd have to renig my offer though if she won and earned her pro card tomorrow. I didn't have the heart to tell her that though.

The following day Columtreal University made a huge splash in the fitness and bodybuilding world. Our girls blew every other woman off the stage in every class we entered. In the physique class, Blair who had only been working out for just over a month on my wonder drugs was crowned the winner, with Fawney, Jessica, Tina, Lisa and Elle all making up the final call out. We swept the final stage. Women's middle weight body building saw Gena, Rachel, Kelly and Mary in the final call out. And that was the finishing order as well, with the other girls fighting for fifth place. The heavy weight class became a farce. With Pam, Tiffany, Sin, and Tegan all making the other girls in the class looking like children. Pam we found out after the show had beaten Tiffany for first by a single point due to her experience with the posing, it was that close. Sin and Tegan actually tied for third.

To say I was proud would be an understatement. When the show was over we all went out to dinner that night all wearing our letters and every media outlet at the show wanted to talk to us. We explained that Pam and Gena had set up a training program for our house and kept the girls motivated. Also we explained that Kelly was our nutritionist, and made sure the girls ate enough of the correct things throughout the day, and those were the reasons our girls were so much more defined and symmetric than any other woman at the show. Of course no one said anything about the steroids.

We all broke for the semester break and I gave Sin a cycle to blow her up over break. I cautioned her about using it all at once since there would be no way i could get any more to her until we got back on campus. She thanked me as I dropped her off at the airport so she could fly home for break. When I arrived at my parents house, I barely fit in the house due to my added mass. It was almost comical to navigate the stairs and kind of scary to hear the floor creaking under every step i took. Mom and dad figured it'd be better if i just moved into the garage, and that's what we did. Since the floor there was built to hold three cars. I was tipping the scales at close to 1800 pounds of muscle now.  I was by far the freak of freaks. Non one in history was as muscular as i was.

The day after Christmas, Doctor Minoptra sent me a text asking how quickly I could get back to campus. There was a possible issue she needed to talk over with me. I told her to give me two hours an I'd meet her at her office. When I showed up she passed me a manella envelope and inside was a magazine with a picture of my sorority house at the show last month on the cover. The title under the magazine name read "School of muscle." Somehow the reporter for the magazine had come up with the far fetched idea that our sports medicine department and culinary arts programs hand teamed up to revolutionize the sport of bodybuilding. Doctor Minoptra then handed me a large stack of applications that had already come in from people looking to enter the school, since the article had already been on the magazines website. She'd high-lighted the "reason" for the applications, and the leading reason was "to become the next Ms Olympia." Even established pro card holding women wanted in. I was shocked and started to get worried. She did her best to calm me down but all i could see was myself going to jail for steroid trafficking.

"Here's what we do." she told me in a calming voice. "Congratulations, you're the new athletic director of Columtreal University." To say I was stunned would be an understatement. "We have our lawyers draw up a contract for every student you supply sign. If they speak of PED's in any way shape or form, we sue the fuck out of them." This seemed to be the best solution to the issue. Then she broke the big news to me. "The FDA approved your patent." she told me trying to calm me down. "You now hold the patent to the first drug in history to cure ALS."

"You're screwing with me now aren't you?" i asked in disbelief. She assured me she wasn't as she handed me the letter. "Good. We make the drug free to patients and only charge the cost of supplies to the insurance companies." I informed her. "That way no one will bat an eye when we have large supplies of growth hormones coming on campus." I said doing some quick math in my head. "If we do it in bulk from now on, we can make the drug with the peyote for around $2 a dose. Without the peyote it's only $1 a dose. Then we still charge the normal rate of $100 a dose to the steroid users. However we keep the cost a close to free as we can get for the ALS group." I told her with a smile on my face. "By the way, i think you should be the face of the program, as far as the ALS thing goes. I doubt anyone would take it serious if someone like me was in charge."  I told her as i was now pushing close to 1800 pounds and north of seven feet tall. I was having trouble seeing over my own pecs without bending over.
She agreed and told me that she wanted to finally start using regularly and wanted to know if i thought Pam would help train her. I smiled and told her that i'd talk to the girls of Mu Gamma and that we'd probably have a surprise for her when classes got back into action. We hugged and I headed home after I texted Tiffany on the idea of Doctor Minoptra becoming our house adviser. She loved the idea and reminded me of the New Years party at the house. Life was good.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another great chapter, I absolutely loved it! What can I say, Yvette is just so freaking enormous and strong, the way I absolutely love my girls (though she is over 7 feet tall, which isn't a favorite thing of mine, but I'll take the bad with the awesome!) And now people are signing up to go to school just to get more muscular, I can only imagine how their football recruiting must be going, everyone wants to star on a team that will kick their opponents asses to such a degree that the 3rd and 4th stringers will be in at the beginning of the 2nd quarter! And even then they will be so strong that the opposite team will still stand no chance! The bodybuilding contest was pretty cool, good to see so many college girls interested in getting pumped up. Suffice to say, Yvette is over qualified, heck, I bet she weighs more than all the middle weight class put together. I can't wait to see more! k+!

[urbanspaceman83]

K+ to you, FCW9! However, I'd be interested to know what would happen if someone could actually call out Yvette on the steroid usage. I know that it's fantasy, but I can't help but think that there would be at least 1 student on that campus who not only had a conscience, but could supply people with incriminating evidence. In the end, it's your story and I love it! I hope that Yvette develops and uses an FMG3 serum on herself! 

[FCW9]

Doctor Minoptra accepted the offer and became the faculty adviser to our house. The money came rolling in as the ALS drug revolutionized the treatment around the world, and we both knew there was no way any of the drug companies would be able to make a "generic" version and sell it for the same price we were.

As for the steroids, not only were all the sports teams using, but the local police department, fire, and rescue teams became clients as well. The new girls on campus, the pro card holding body builders, all became clients as well, with the next field of the Ms. Olympia show being the first major to see the new class of super heavyweight women. The smallest of them was a woman from one of the old Eastern Block countries, she wasn't one of my clients, and she looked every bit the part of a steroid user. The girls on my stuff on the other hand, looked every bit female as a typical aerobics bunny. My drugs had a way to counter act the effects of any previous steroid abuse. This caused any woman who used, to actually become less manly looking in the face, but with the body that would and did put most of the men at any show to shame. Forty inch biceps became the standard for women in the industry now While many of the women who had them, kept their implants or went even larger, it wasn't needed, as my drugs rejuvenated breast growth. This left many of the women walking onto the stage with awesome looking figures as if you'd cut open three Mr. Olympia winners, and stuffed their combine muscles into the body of Milena Velba. (Google her if you don't know).

Money was rolling in hand over fist. Life was going well, until the night some idiot drug dealer from the other side of town chose to try and shake me down. Late one night, a masked man broke into the house, found my and Sin's room and held her at gun point until I agreed to give him what I had for sale. I'm not sure if he realized that I wasn't a heroine dealer, being as that was the big drug of choice on his side of town. Or if he knew the syringes my clients were using were filled with steroids. Either way, I wasn't going to take the chance of him putting a round into Sin's skull. If he had been aiming at her body, there would have been a good chance that she could have survived the shot. She by this time was almost as big as I was, and I know with the muscle density, The bullet wouldn't have hit a major organ. With the barrel against her temple though, not so much.

I went to the safe under my bed an pulled out a bank tellers bag filled with a few vials of my stuff. It was about enough for ten, six month cycles. So all told, I would have gotten around two hundred grand for the bag. He told me to toss it to him, which was mistake number two. Mistake number one was breaking into my room in the first place. Mistake number three was taking his eyes off me, and number four was taking the gun off of Sin. The second he did that I jumped at him and sent the two of us crashing through the wall. We tumbled out into the living room of the house, went through the floor, and I landed on top of him on the hard concrete floor of the party room below. I stood up over him and as I raised my foot to stomp on his head, the mother fucker shot me. That would be mistake number five and his final one. I don't remember much after that, but the girls told me they watched me pounce on him in what they'd call full guard in MMA. My fists rained down on him and by the time I was done there wasn't anything left of him except for a blood stain on the walls and floor of the party room.

When I came around, Dr. Minoptra was there and was just finishing stitching me up. It wasn't anything major just a shot to the thigh and she was able to extract the bullet without much trouble. There wasn't much blood loss, by me anyway, but the walls and floor in the party room were covered in gore. The girls got right to cleaning up the mess, with every bottle of bleach they could safely get their hands on, and Tiffany called someone to come an fix the hole in the floor.

I was kind of scared. It was the first time i'd ever used my strength like that. Sure, I'd been in fights before, but the only thought in my mind was to kill that mother fucker. Even before he shot me, I had planned to kill him. He violated where I lived, and held my sister, whom I might add, was more of a sister to me than my biological sister ever was, at gun point. No one fucks with people I love.

I spoke to the shrink at my next visit about that, and she told me that what I felt was normal. However, my physical reaction was very abnormal. I had turned a human being into nothing more than a bloody goo. She asked me how I felt about it and I told her that every time I try and think of that night, it gets me wet knowing that I had the power in my body to destroy a man to the point that there wasn't anything left to identify the body. For the first time in my life I actually felt empowered. Like I could take on the world and nothing could stop me. The look of terror in her eyes told me that she knew I was probably right about that being true.

Once I was out of the meeting, I went straight to the police and told them that they no longer had to pay for their steroids. On their next order, I actually labeled the packages so I could make sure the women on the force got the stronger doses I had prepared. Within a week you could see the difference. Every lady on the force was practically bursting out of her uniform. In fact I'd up the dosage for all my female clients. I wanted to give everyone who wanted it a chance to feel what I'd been feeling. That euphoria that comes from knowing that short of a misled to the face, that not much on the planet can harm you.

Take for instance, the drug dealer who tried to shoot one of the lady cops. They later found out that her bullet proof vest did nothing to save her life. He'd used the cop killer rounds and it was only her muscles that saved her. She told me later that she was forever in my debt for that. Or, lets take a look at the drunk driver who ran into Dr Minoptra as she was walking one night. She survived without much more than a few scrapes to her skin. The driver who hit her on the other hand, didn't fare so well being as he flew through the windshield and went head long into an oncoming car.

I was creating an army of super women, and they loved it. Rape of the female student's around campus fell to zero. However, rape of the male student body though never reported for fear of retaliation, was skyrocketing. We women were gaining the power, and quickly using it to take whatever we wanted. As big as our school football team had become, the ladies of Mu Gamma, the women's track team, women's lacrosse team, and even our cheer leaders each made the "men" on the football team look like little boys. And there I was leading the way. I was the biggest and freakiest of them all.

Sometime around spring break I started to notice my lab assistant Mel, looking at me strangely. It was a look I knew all to well from growing up. It was the look of "I want what she has." So one Friday after we finished up I asked her if she had plans.

"My house is having a party tonight." I told her as we were changing out of our scrubs. "If you don't have plans I'd love for you to come have a beer or ten with me." i told her with a giggle at my lame attempt at a joke.

"I... uh..." she looked back at me confused. "wait what?"

"Party. Tonight. Mu Gamma house. 9pm." I told her back trying to break it down. "Free booze."

"Me?" she asked still in shock. "Why?"

"Because you're a cool chick." I told her matter of factually."And I want to have a beer with you. We've been working together for almost six months now and I know the square root of fuck all about you." I said smiling back.

"UH...." she looked at me like a dear in the head lights. "Are you sure you don't have me confused with someone else? I'm just a nobody."

"Don't ever say that."  I said to her as I gently grabbed both of her shoulders, and looked her square in the eyes. "You ARE someone. You ARE important. And you DO matter." I told her as seriously as I could. "Please believe me when I tell you that."

She started to tear up a little and i pulled her into a hug. She finally agreed to meet me at the house and I figured i'd use tonight to introduce her to the rest of the girls and hopefully get her a bid for the fall. Out of the blue, my cell phone rings as I'm getting ready to grab a bite to eat and it's my cousin Mysty. She's not really related to me, but rather my mom's sister's adopted daughter. We were only a year and a half apart in age, so growing up we kind of hung out together. Needless to say we both loath my sister Toni.

"Hey she hulk." she says as i answer the call. "What are you doing right now?"

"Oh, not much." I reply. "Just about to get some food, why?"

"Well I'm in town for a lacrosse visit and wanted to see my favorite cousin."

"Where you at?" i asked in shock.

"Out front of the coaches office." she told me, and as i turned the corner from my office as the Athletic Director, I saw her, and we both hung up. "Fuck you're lookin big."

"Yeah." I said with a giggle and a light flex of my arm. "College has been good to me. Have you met coach Johnson yet?"

"No, I just got here and thought I'd call you first." she told me with a smile and a hug.

I introduced Mysty to our school's lacrosse coach, Ms. Elaina Johnson. She was rather new to our campus so I offered to have Mysty bunk in with me for her visit, and i told her i'd show her around. We all agreed to meet up the following day around noon-ish, or whenever my hangover was gone, whichever came later. Mysty and I headed to a local Cajun place and talked over some home cooking and beers.

I'd found out that because her team won the state title last thee years, basically her entire team had been offered scholarships to most schools in D1. However, since Mysty was a little on the small side, she'd been passed over by most schools. I told her that she has a home at CU, and that i could also help with her other issue. I explained to her how my "program" worked, and set her up with a safe cycle of FMG2.5. This is what I had started to call the diluted version of FMG2. It wasn't anywhere near as powerful as what'd I'd first taken when I got to college, but it was still strong enough that by the time she graduated from high school she'd be a total beast. Don't get it twisted, she was already in great shape. Very toned and what would be called a "hard body" in most circles, but if she stuck to the workout plan gave her, and the steroid cycle I hooked her up with, she'd be one of, if not the biggest bitch on her school's lacrosse team by season's end.

We showed up to the party a little early and hung out with the girls before everything got crazy. As a pre-frosh, and what we'd consider a legacy, she pretty much had a bid waiting for her for the start of next January's pledging. The cool part was she seemed to fit in well with the girls. Everyone was getting along well. I got called to the door about an hour into the party, when Mel showed up.

With a hug I greeted her and stared introducing her to the rest of the girls. I could tell quickly that she was awestruck by all the female muscle walking around our house. I did my best to calm her down and after a few drinks she seemed to relax. Tiffany seemed to take a shine to the tiny goth girl, and i let the two of them talk in our upstairs, as I went to go find Mysty, who come to find out was stoned, having played bong pong with Syn. I've seen high before, but the bitch couldn't find her god damn ass with both hands. It was at this point i carried the sleepy girl to my room and let her get some rest. When I made my way back to Mel and Tiffany, they were laughing like old friends, and seemed to be having good time. The only thing i noticed was Mel was giving "the look" to Tiffany.

As the party started to wrap up, Mel pulled me aside and asked the big question. I knew it was coming so I already had a cycle ready for her. She was shocked that I knew before she did that she was going to ask if she could get some steroids from me. I told her that I knew what she was feeling and saw the look in her eyes. We hugged and I told her that if she wanted any help in the gym to let me know and I'd work out with her. She thanked me and headed back to her dorm for the night.

Once she was gone, Tiffany asked me if Mel was already spoken for by another house, and I informed her that I wasn't sure but i didn't think so. The smile on her face kind of scared me, but she told me to give Mel a bid for the fall pledging the next time i saw her, and also if i could give her Tiffany's number too. I asked if someone was crushing on the cute goth girl and her face turned about six shades of red as she blushed in embarrassment. I started to giggle and told her that I had thought the same thing too, but i wouldn't get in the way.

[Jeremy Lightning]

Another great chapter, I'm all for female empowerment, so this was pretty cool to see where it's heading, where all females on the campus are starting to outgrow even the huge men of the football team, hell, you could put probably the average muscle girl on campus on the football team and they'd probably still blow out the strongest D-1 teams they play, I bet. And it's cool to see that they're not the only ones getting empowered, but female police officers, and now Yvette's cousin too. Not only that, but I liked what I saw with Tiffany's character development, seemingly falling in love with Mel, even before Mel had started on Yvette's steroids.  I really like where this story is, the only problem I ever had with it is the height growth that goes along with taking Yvette's stuff, but that seems to not be so emphasized here, so I'm cool with it all around. k+!

[Jaguar]

First let me say, great story.  I haven't read up to this point yet, but you've got the potential to eventually become one of our top 2 or 3 authors.  Your writing is already quite excellent.

I stopped reading to post this because I discovered something interesting today.

The first 3 segments of the story you don't give measurements.  Terrific story I'm thinking.  Then someone requested measurements.

Up until then you'd given sizes by comparing one person to another.  I didn't think anything of the request, reasonable request.

Turns out I liked the story better without measurements.  Why?

I think this is why I feel that way:

Without specific measurements those of us who want "realistic" sci-fi can imagine 6'2 and 225 pounds, 6'6" and 275 pounds, or whatever -- and -- those who want fantasy sci-fi can imagine 7'6 and 700 pounds, 9'6 and 3,000 pounds, or whatever.

So something for future reference for authors, not having specific measurements lets the reader imagine the size they want. 

[Jaguar]

 


FCW, really good so far !  You've done a really good job of creating a really good story !!!

[rangerwill]

You fallin' down on the job man! When's the rest coming? Don't leave us hanging!!!

[FCW9]

working on the next chapter. Lost my hard drive a few weeks back. so i've had to redo everything.

[sicktick]

sorry to hear about the hard drive man. But I'm glad to hear this isn't going to turn into one of the many awesome but unfinished stories