A Strange Cocktail by simplejokes97

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A Strange Cocktail
By simplejokes97

Chapter 1

The sliding glass doors of "Janus Genetics" made a quiet whir as Andrea stepped through the threshold and made her way to the front desk. As she walked up to the desk, she could practically feel the eyes drilling into her. She pretended not to notice the atmosphere becoming hot with envy, admiration, and a touch of disgust as she waltzed up to the secretary tapping away at her computer.

"Name please?" the secretary asked without eye contact.

"Andrea Oliveira," she smiled back.

Andrea could practically feel the envy steaming off of the secretary as a few more taps on the keyboard brought up her 3:00pm appointment. "She does have a lot to be jealous of though," Andrea thought silently as she continued her smile.

The tall Brazilian had been a popular fitness model for about 2 years now, and everywhere she went Andrea wanted people to know how much effort she put into her body day in and day out. Nowadays the navy blue leggings and matching sports bra like she was wearing had become her standard, a $2,000 one strap shoulder bag ensured that her rivals and her friends knew that she'd made it. The sports bra and leggings ensured that everyone could see her washboard abs and svelte waistline, the thin straps of her bra allowing her back muscles to ripple and shimmer in the light. With her long black hair tied back in a neat ponytail, her naturally full lips and high cheekbones seemed radiant.

"Dr. Monson should be waiting for you in Room 231," the secretary remarked with only the briefest amount of eye contact.

"Alright, thank you so much sweetie," Andrea waved with a grin.

As Andrea's sculpted ass cheeks rose and fell towards the elevator, she could feel the daggers glancing harmlessly off her v-shaped shoulders. There were plenty of other footsteps in the lobby, but the slap of her big cork sandals seemed loudest as she walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor.

....

"Well you weren't kidding when you said you were in good shape," Dr. Monson tried to remark good naturedly as Andrea entered the examination room.

"Oh, just a couple days a week in the gym," Andrea beamed back, both of them knowing it was closer to six.

The rest of Dr. Monson's small talk was polite and obviously intended to disguise how attracted he was to her, the intelligent 40-something being better with test tubes than he was with women.

"Well, now for the main event," he smiled at her.

Andrea tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear as she sat cross legged on the examination table, trying to look as pretty and eager as possible as the doctor walked over towards a metal briefcase. A pair of latches opened with a weighty snap as Dr. Monson lifted the lid to reveal a neat row of blue vials packed in foam. Withdrawing one of the vials, he walked over to the examination table and showed Andrea the gorgeously clear and bright liquid; a layman easily able to mistake the vial for one of glass cleaner or a raspberry syrup.

"This little puppy is what we call 'sanbalone', it's not exactly an anabolic..."

The doctor trailed off as he saw Andrea boring into him with one neatly arched eyebrow raised.

"in fact, it's not really an anabolic at all. It's kind of like a gene therapy, but much faster acting."

Andrea seemed to relax and Monson inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

"In that case I just want to know what kind of side effects and performance gains I can expect," Andrea inquired.

"Oh, the side effects are pretty much non-existent out for those that are sedentary and in poor physical health. We think it might make a good weight loss drug in the near future, and don't expect any adverse effects for you. As far as performance for you, we're estimating a really good burst in muscle mass the first month, maybe around 10%."

Andrea had never been around steroids before and so had no idea if 5% was really a lot or a little, but if Dr. Monson was saying that she could gain more muscle mass without much in the way of side effects, the deal seemed to be a good one.

"Don't forget of course, you would be getting compensated by Janus instead of you having to find a sketchy forum to buy it on. We pay you," Monson smiled back at Andrea

Andrea felt a flash of annoyance at Monson's patronizing note, as if she couldn't figure out that she was getting these drugs for free, but she kept her composure.

"Very well then, doctor. Let's proceed with the trials then."

Monson beamed back at her as he explained the monitoring regimen and handed her what seemed like a small filing cabinet's worth of documents to sign, doubtless attempting to shield Janus from liability if things went horribly wrong. After about a quarter of an hour, however, the last document was placed on a nearby tabletop and Andrea was left to watch as the doctor clicked the blue vial into a large frame with a disposable needle at its base.

"Alright now Ms. Oliveira, please let me know if you feel faint and we'll stop right away."

Andrea didn't even flinch as the doctor sank the needle into the fleshy part of one of her bowling ball shoulders, although she certainly felt uncomfortable as the needle pushed what seemed like a viscous and obnoxiously cool substance into her upper arm.

"Perfect. Now let's get you scheduled for your next check-up!"

....

It'd been a little over a week since Andrea had received her first injection and she was disappointed to say the least. She definitely wasn't being hurt by the injection, but it didn't seem like she'd been helped either. A 5% gain in muscle mass should've still equaled to some increase in weight by now, but looking over her exercise journals, it was clear to her that she wasn't gaining or losing any more than she would have without the injections.

Adding to all of this was a persistent low front that had shadowed the whole city under a dark blanket for the last couple days. Andrea was quite the opposite of a "cardio bunny," but even she liked to get out in the sun every once in a while and go for a run.

When the doors slid open to Janus Genetics yet again, she found herself in a much less cheery mood than she had been the last time.

"Dr. Monson," she said flatly to the secretary.

"Hmmmm, he should be... 3rd floor exam room," replied the obviously delighted woman.

Andrea dedicated a significant amount of energy to suppressing her scowl as she walked towards the elevator, keenly aware of the delight the woman had found in her annoyance.

Upon entering the exam room, Dr. Monson picked up on Andrea's mood immediately.

"Oh dear, is this something related to the trial or something else?"

"Definitely related to the trial," Andrea noted as she pursed her lips.

Andrea showed the doctor her notes on her weight and strength, pointing out the obvious plateauing or stalling of her growth and strength.

"Hell, I think your drug might even be the cause of my plateau!" Andrea suddenly flushed with anger.

"Now now, I don't think we should jump to any assumptions at the moment," Monson replied with a pleading tone.

"Well regardless, your 10% gains are completely bunk right now, so what can we do to fix this?"

Monson pursed his lips and tried to suppress his own annoyance at the woman's demanding and needy attitude. At first Monson had quite liked her, she was after all a drop dead gorgeous model standing close to 6' tall and eager to help him with his trials. Now, however, she was not only making his trials appear to be a failure, and blaming him to boot.

Walking over to the case of serum, he opened the latches and eyed the neat row of cylinders. Was it possible the previous cylinder had been a dud? Maybe it was Andrea's attempt to jinx his trials and get more of the drug at once? Well if the latter was true, Monson decided he would oblige her, see if he could snatch victory from the jaws of defeat and show some true results from this trial.

"I'm beginning to wonder if the previous injection might have been flawed in some way," Monson noted coolly. "If you're not opposed...we could double the injection from this visit?"

Andrea considered the offer for a second and chewed on her options. She could refuse and get the regular dosage with the probable results of zero gains, or get the double dosage with the possibility of getting something out of this freakshow. She also considered walking away entirely and leaving the trial to fail completely, but at the cost of this week's check.

"No risk no reward," she though silently.

"Certainly Doctor, I don't think that's a bad idea."

Dr. Monson smiled with genuine relief at Andrea's agreement and loaded another vial into the frame, unwrapping a threaded needle.

"Thank you, Ms. Oliveira. I'll put one shot in your left arm like last week and the second in your right arm to try and balance out the soreness."

When Andrea woke up the next day, she expected to have to push through the hassle of having two sore arms, but found herself surprisingly refreshed and ready.

"Well Doctor, maybe you are finally delivering some results," she mused quietly.

Flinging open the blinds to her room, Andrea found herself temporarily blinded as the light of a clear sky blazed into the room for the first time in weeks, welcoming her to a new day.

"Oh man, I'd better run while the weather's good then."

Andrea's sweat bottoms and tank top were off in a flash, quickly replaced by spats and a sports bra as she searched her room for her running socks. Once her socks were on, she ran to the bathroom to give her hair a quick brush and tie it into a neat ponytail. In moments, Andrea's running shoes were on and she was running towards the nearby lake park with music blaring, sunglasses on, and a feeling of something like euphoria coursing through her.

The sun's warmth caressed her and the sweat and exertion melted away in spite of the fact that she hadn't been running in almost two weeks. The city slowly bent around her as she ran steadily on, her mind lost in the endorphins. After what felt like around 15 minutes of running, Andrea glanced down at her watch and felt a major dose of shock course through her. Andrea had been running for almost 45 minutes, 5 miles having flown by in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

"Holy shit, I don't remember running more than 4 miles in one go, ever," she whispered to herself.

Realizing that she still had another 5 miles to run back to her house, Andrea flipped around and began the return trip with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. She was now convinced that the injections from Janus were working, although now she could only wonder what they would do to her in time.

Once she'd made it home, Andrea was quick to shower off and recover, eager for her lifting session at the gym that evening. Once she made it to the gym around 4:00pm, the Brazilian was quick to discover that she was rapidly shattering her limits. Every exercise machine needed another 10lbs to feel heavier, her bench press needed another 15 lbs then 25lbs to feel like she was pushing herself. In all the years she'd been exercising, she couldn't remember having a better push day.

The next morning Andrea found herself miraculously free of any soreness, her body having shrugged off her workout the previous day as if it hadn't happened. It followed then, that Andrea was more than a little disappointed when she went to the gym for her leg day and found that her lifting was only marginally better than it had been before the injections. Andrea's squats only improved by a few pounds, her deadlifts about the same, it wasn't as if there was no difference, but it wasn't the same difference she'd hoped for.

As she walked out of her gym disappointed and growing frustrated again, she realized what she'd done differently that day, no running.

"If a long run helped me so much yesterday, maybe a short run tomorrow would make the difference," she murmured aloud.

True to her word, the following day Andrea went out for a 5 mile run, soaking in the sweet air and warming rays of the sun as she returned to her house barely winded. When Andrea went back to the gym that night for a "pull" day in her upper body, she found that the run had made all the difference. Immediately she was adding 10-15 lbs to her machine exercises, a 25lb plate hanging from her weight belt as she tried weighted pull-ups for the first time. Once again, the Janus serum was proving its worth to her.

By the time Andrea returned to Janus the following week, she'd developed a familiar cycle: a 5-10 mile run every morning, an evening workout, and a lot of protein every evening. She'd even managed to get a quick run and workout in that morning, walking into Janus that afternoon feeling like a million dollars. When Andrea walked into Dr. Monson's 3rd floor exam room, the results were undeniable.

"Well it looks like we're getting results now," he beamed.

Andrea looked like she'd walked straight out of the gym and into the exam room, even though it had been over 5 hours. Her biceps were visibly swelled, her thighs and calves noticeably bigger around, even her abs seemed deeper and more distinct.

"Oh absolutely doctor," Andrea smiled back.

The leggy Brazilian had decided to really show off today, knowing that her least favorite fan, the lobby secretary, would have to see her. A bright pink sports bra and green spats was letting as much skin show as she thought she could get away with while still being able to make the excuse that it was workout clothing. What told most women that this was a lie, however, was Andrea's flowing black hair, now free of a pony tail, bun, or any other kind of binding. Andrea was a stunning specimen of feminine athletics.

"Now, Ms. Oliveira, if you could step on the scale?"

Slipping off her running shoes, Andrea stepped onto the scale and grinned as the digital scale beeped at 170lbs, indicating she'd gained about 10lbs.

"Well now that's a result and a half," Monson mumbled with a slack jaw.

Putting Andrea into a BMI machine, the scales quickly confirmed what Dr. Monson had suspected. Instead of Andrea gaining 10% more muscle mass in one month, she'd gained 10% more muscle mass in one week.

"Not bad, huh Doctor?" Andrea beamed.

"No no, that's...not bad at all. Obviously there's been a big change in an environmental factors, or my dosages have been a little off. Could you describe what you've done for workouts over the last couple weeks?"

Andrea described the steady regime of cardio and lifting she'd developed over the last week, and the remarkable recovery times that had resulted in addition to the muscle mass. The doctor listened attentively and wondered if completing the regimen of doses for this month was such a good idea after all. His team had developed sanbalone to be injected once a week for a month, then to be given a month "off" before another cycle of injections starting 9 weeks after the first injection. Truth be told, he'd probably already messed things up with the double shot the previous week, but he'd needed the results to keep this project funded.

"Technically if I give her a shot today, that completes the regimen...ah why not? I'll give her injection 4 today and bring a 5th injection to the next check-up. If I decide not to use it, I'll just tell her that we're not gonna do it for safety."

Clicking open the case yet again, Monson installed the 4th vial into the needle leaving the case empty of serum.

"Alright Ms. Oliveira, today we're gonna call this injection 3, but if anything unsafe starts to happen, we may call this injection 4, alright?"

"Whatever you say Doctor, I can work with either one," Andrea smiled sweetly back.

With another viscous shot sunk into her shoulder, Andrea stood up to collect her things and leave.

"Oh, one more thing Ms. Oliveira!" the Doctor noted as he tossed the needle, "For the next couple days, try resting and allowing your body to catch up. We haven't noticed any adverse effects, but give your body some extra time to rebuild its stores of nutrients."

"You know best Doctor. I think a day at the beach should do the trick!"

....

True to her word, the following day Andrea found herself at the Puerta Mar beach, the late morning sun gorgeous and brilliant in the sky. She'd opted for her favorite pink bikini and a pair of enormous sun glasses, a folding lounger elegantly displaying her body and freshly polished nails. With a couple days planned off, Andrea had spent a couple hours the previous day painting her fingernails and toenails a gleaming white, the contrast setting off her bronzed skin.

Andrea had brought plenty of snacks that altogether amounted to a light lunch, but after a couple of hours in the sun, she was surprised to find herself still feeling full and sated from the morning's breakfast. She leaned over to her bag luxuriantly, grabbing a metal tumbler mug for a sip of artificially sweetened water. The refreshing chill was exactly what she needed and she found herself ready for her book now.

Extracting her book from her duffle bag, she opened it up to the marked page and began to read. Within minutes, however, she found her eyelids growing heavier and heavier as the warmth enveloped her.

"Oh...goodness...," she yawned, "I'd better not...fall asleep, or I might get a sun..."

Unfortunately for her conscious mind, the drowsiness became too much and within seconds she had dozed off, her body in a blissful state.

When Andrea did awake, it was with a shiver, her skin damp and clammy. Lifting the sunglasses that now made it too dark to see, she looked out at the horizon and saw to her horror that the sun had almost completely set, the sky a deep orange.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," Andrea muttered under her breath.

Looking up and down her legs and arms, Andrea was surprised to see that her skin had not been burned the deep beet red she'd expected. Touching her biceps and then her thighs, she was also surprised to see that they weren't raw and scalding under her hands, instead feeling...normal.

"I must have been out for close to 8 hours, but I still feel so...tired," she thought silently.

Within a minute, Andrea's lounger had been packed up and her book shaken free of the damp sand that had gotten into it when it feel from her grasp. Feeling almost as embarrassed by her near 10 hour visit to the beach as she was worried about the potential sun burn, Andrea practically sprinted up the beach for her 4x4, sand flinging itself up her legs.

A half hour later, Andrea was home and showering carefully increasing the temperature as she expected raw skin to suddenly rear up in anger at her. Andrea had fallen asleep on the beach a couple years ago and found herself looking like a tomato for close to two weeks as the damaged skin peeled away. However, in spite of all her concern, Andrea could find any sign that she had under the sun for 8 hours, if anything her only concern was about how exhausted she felt.

"I feel like I just had a 4 course dinner," she muttered in the shower.

Once she was changed into her microfiber pajamas, Andrea brushed her teeth, dried her hair, and was out in minutes once the light was turned off.

It was after she'd fallen asleep that things began to grow interesting for the athletic young Brazilian.

Andrea was back on the beach, the sky once again bright and clear as the ocean lapped quietly at the shoreline. Sitting up, Andrea looked around to find herself staring at dozens of tiny specks on the beach. Confused, she looked down at her bikini clad body and saw half a dozen toy cars next to her legs, each no bigger than her thumb. And then she looked over her shoulder to find a deep depression gouged into the earth, a perfect imprint of her rippling back muscles.

She was a giant.

The depression was lined with the remains of dozens of beachfront shops and businesses, indicating to her that she was at least "kaiju" size if not bigger. Lifting up her foot and setting it down close to her to stand up, Andrea felt the sand rumble from the impact of her barefoot. A low chuckle rumbled from Andrea's chest as she slowly drew herself up to her full height, the world rushing away from her as her head soared hundreds of feet into the air.

Her body felt heavy and powerful, like her limbs were made of flexible iron as they moved slowly and methodically. Turning around to face the city, her ears began to pick up on a delightful music: screams and sirens echoing through the streets as "clouds" of people fled inland away from her in a steady wave.

"BUGS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, noticing the windows shattering in her immediately vicinity.

A foot swung forward and slammed into an intersection, immediately smothering it and clipping the buildings around it as the gigantic Andrea took her first step into the city. The bronzed giantess was laughing with jubilant glee as her feet slammed into the city, the buildings crackling and popping under her steps as the thunderous crashes echoed in her ears. To Andrea, it felt like a slow motion stroll, but as she looked down and saw how rapidly the buildings were changing beneath her, she knew that she had to be moving and hundreds of miles per hour.

The raw power of it all was making her unbelievable horny, her fantasy of not just being a "big girl," but now a giantess was playing out, within seconds she'd be in the highrises, she-

Andrea snapped awake to find herself sitting up in bed, the first light of the morning already beginning to filter in through the blinds.

"Holy...shit."

Andrea had never talked aloud about her giantess fantasies to anyone, much less been able to fantasize in such great detail.

"Wait..."

Andrea tossed the comforter out of the way and looked down at her crotch as she lifted up the outer pajama pants. Sure enough, a dark stain was right in front of her snatch. She'd enjoyed her fantasy and then some.

Andrea began to giggle, rolling into a full throated laugh as she thought about the ridiculousness of her dream.

"Kaiju Andrea," she noted in a normal tone, then in a deep baritone, "Kaiju Andrea".

Not wanting to sit there any longer in her ruined underwear, she swung her legs out of bed and found her mind immediately wandering back to the dream.

It kept her from noticing how tight her indoor slippers were on her feet as she walked towards the dresser.

....

Andrea strutted through Janus Genetics' lobby doors for the first time in a little over two weeks, feeling the eyes bore into her like never before. She'd called the front desk two weeks prior and told them that she wasn't feeling well, claiming it was just the flu, a cold, or "something" that she didn't want to pass around to the rest of the staff. As she'd expected, Dr. Monson had already been so thrilled with the results of her last examination that he'd hand waved away the examination until the following week.

The ruse had been to hide just how different she'd become in that week after her third injection, much less in the past two weeks. After all, it was unlikely that her growth spurt was just a result of a late puberty.

All 6'5" worth of Andrea waltzed through the door like she owned the place.

Andrea had put her credit card through a workout of its own, having to buy a new set of clothes just about every other day to remain comfortable. Her shoes in particular had been a challenge to work out as she'd bought larger pairs in advance, knowing that she'd grow into them in a couple days then workout in them.

Size 15 shoes, the largest clothes available from most athletic wear manufacturers, and plenty of new D cup bras; it all seemed routine for her now. More than anything, however, what Andrea needed and wanted was another one of Dr. Monson's injections and she'd had to come up with a couple plans of how to do it.

First things first had been to call ahead in advance with a sob story of being late to the appointment, that way the doctor would be waiting in the observation room with less of a chance of being warned that Andrea had grown astronomically. As a result, Andrea waltzed straight through the lobby and into an open elevator. She'd noticed the secretary squinting at her trying to ascertain what was "different," but Andrea was confident that the little bitch was just scratching her head right now.

By the time Andrea made her way down the hall of the 3rd floor she stopped just outside the doorway to the examination room, she only had a couple steps left to do. She checked her phone and saw to her delight that there was no service. Opening the windowless door, she waltzed in through the doorway, fully aware that she now filled almost all of it.

"Andrea!-," the Doctor cutoff.

"Hi. Dr. Monson. How have you been!" she beamed back.

"You...you didn't tell me about this."

Andrea played off her six inch growth spurt casually as she wrapped her hand around the panic button by the door, twisting it until it broke off in her hand.

"Like, yeah I guess I did grow a little bit, but I thought puberty stopped in your twenties and all that."

"Andrea, you are 23, but you also look like you're almost half a foot taller than the last time I saw you."

"Didn't check, honestly. I just borrowed some clothes from a next door neighbor who used to be in the WNBA, haha."

Dr. Monson wasn't sure at this point if Andrea was clueless, lying to him, or a bit of both. The serum was supposed to be new frontier in performance enhancements, but Andrea's growth seemed in defiance of human anatomy.

"Look Andrea, let's get some measurements off you to figure out just how much you've grown and then we'll get a lot more in depth vitals to figure out if you're still healthy."

"Okay Doctor, whatever you say!"

Andrea's completely shredded frame now tipped the scales at close to 230lbs, the top of her head actually stopping at 6'5.5". Slipping off her shoes, she made sure to show off her gleaming refresh of her white toenail polish before the doctor measured her feet at 12.7" from heel to toe. Andrea would have been happy to demonstrate her now stupendous strength to the doctor, but there was an understandable lack of dumbbells and plates in an examination room.

Hooking Andrea up to a vitals machine, the doctor made the tremendous discovery that her vitals...were completely normal. A temperature of 98.6 F, with a decent blood pressure, and a steady heartbeat.

"Alright Andrea, I think the next thing now would be to do a blood draw."

Andrea had expected this, and it became the trigger for her first try at the plan.

"Doctor, do you think there's any chance we might do another serum injection today?"

The titanic woman really laid it on thick now with batting eyelashes, a heady perfume, and her best leggings and crop top all working in unison to try and convince the Doctor.

"N-no Andrea, I don't think they're safe any more. Also, doesn't anything about how big you've grown bother you?"

Andrea's face twisted in offense.

"No, are you saying women can't be fit or tall? Is there something wrong with me being athletic?"

"No no! Not at all! I just don't think this seems natural!-"

"Well I think this is completely reasonable Doctor.," Andrea said with finality tossing her gleaming black hair behind her head, "Also, I'm no scientist, but I would have thought that the extra injection would have already made this study bunk? We are only supposed to be doing one injection per week. Why not keep up the injections as planned and say that it didn't happen?"

The gargantuan woman's arguments had been so all over the place, that the Doctor was both confused and persuaded. Andrea was unfortunately right, his extra injection after the first week had already broken the protocol of his study, now with Andrea's performance and growth shattering his predictions, he couldn't help but wonder if he would personally take the blame. Maybe if he gave her another cycle, then Andrea would stay quiet and he could blame the company and team writ-large for not testing the serum properly beforehand.

Andrea could see the wheels turning in Dr. Monson's head and for a second, she wondered if her definitely-not-blackmail would get her another injection. As his face settled on a conclusion, however, she realized she'd have to go for the final plan to get more serum.

"No, I'm so sorry Andrea. I'm glad that you've gotten so much from these trials, but I care about your safety, and until I can ensure that, I can't administer any more. Now if you could give me a second, I'm going to go find a nurse so we can do a blood draw."

With that, the Doctor walked out of the room, leaving her alone...and with the briefcase.

Andrea was stunned by Monson's stupidity, looking at the shut door then at the silvery briefcase on the countertop. Her original plan had involved a dramatic "feinting" episode when the Doctor tried to get her blood drawn, the panic button not functioning due to her little act of sabotage on the way in and the lack of cellphone reception preventing him just calling for a nurse while he watched her. This almost seemed too easy, by comparison.

She stood up quietly and carefully, scanning the ceiling quickly and confirming that there weren't any security cameras. Her big feet seemed almost oafish and deafening loud as she padded over quietly to the counter top, muffling the briefcases snaps with her hands before laying the briefcase down. Inside she found another four vials of the crystal blue liquid along with a packet of sterilized needles and the injection frame. Reaching into her clutch, she withdrew four identical vials filled with water and food coloring, carefully replacing each vial of serum one by one with the fake.

Andrea had spent the last two weeks researching the different kinds of needles and vials that the biotech industry commonly used, discovering to her delight that she could buy them online and have them shipped directly to her. After a couple days of searching, she'd found the vials she was 99% sure had contained the doctor's serum and ordered them along with the injection apparatus. They'd cost a small fortune, but that didn't matter now.

Slipping the four vials of authentic serum back into her clutch, she snapped the latches back into place and set the briefcase back upright, even finding a little of time to steady herself on the examination table when the doctor walked back in with a nurse.

"Alright Andrea, let's go ahead and get that blood sample!"

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