The Gymnast: A growth story by Liv


	Jennifer Trent was finishing her two years at a community college 
where she had pursued a general studies curriculum that included an 
elective course in self-defense taught by a local physician named Gil Grant, 
a consummate master in the Japanese martial art of aikido.  Outside her 
coursework Jennifer had pursued gymnastics.  She was well suited for the 
activity for although she had recently turned 20 years old she had not yet 
gone through the maturing process of puberty.  Hence, Jennifer was very 
much a girl.  Barely five feet tall and hardly one hundred pounds, Jennifer 
was still as small and light, as she was when she first took up the sport 
several years before.  Jennifer liked gymnastics well enough but knew very 
well that she was not a world-class performer.  At this stage in her life she 
would prefer to leave gymnastics behind and grow up to be a woman with 
menstrual periods, pubic hair, and the alluring ornamentation provided by a 
pair of breasts.  Jennifer wasn't greedy about this either.  She just wanted 
something to put in the cups of a bra like all the other young women her 
age she encountered every day.  
	Shortly after finishing her two-year associate degree Jennifer decided 
to get a physical examination from Dr. Gil Grant who had been the teacher 
of the very basic self-defense course she had taken while enrolled in junior 
college.  Jennifer guessed that if her physical immaturity was a condition 
that time alone would not resolve, then an endocrinologist like Dr. Grant 
would be an appropriate specialist to see.  Besides, she remembered him 
as a most capable, charming and trustworthy professional man as well as a 
genuine "hunk" that all the young women at her college had seemed to 
daydream about at one time or another.  Six feet two inches tall with sandy 
blond hair, blue eyes, and an agile, muscular build; Gil Grant seemed too 
good to be true.  In fact, all the young women Jennifer knew at college 
wondered why the guy was still single.  Maybe he just hadn't been able to 
find the right woman because any relationship he ever seemed to have was 
always very brief.  Anyway, Jennifer had a professional appointment to 
keep with this medical specialist and she hoped it would be helpful to her.
	In the examination room at the medical center where Dr. Grant 
served as an endocrinologist and general surgeon Jennifer was undergoing 
the physical examination by Dr. Grant that Jennifer hoped would be a first 
step in determining what, if anything, was amiss with her body.  
	"Well, Jennifer," said Dr. Grant, "You were wise to seek medical 
help."  "I will need to order some diagnostic tests for you to be sure of 
what your condition is and how to proceed, but it seems that you have 
all the glandular tissue your body should have to trigger puberty.  It could 
be, though, that the hormones they produce are not getting from where 
they are to where they need to be.  If that's the case, then a short simple 
minimally invasive surgery would be all that would be needed to clear 
these blocked passages and start your body on the path through puberty."
	A week later the results of the tests Dr. Grant ordered confirmed his 
initial diagnosis.  Jennifer readily agreed to the surgery that Dr. Grant would 
perform.
	After Jennifer's operation she was starting to regain consciousness in 
the hospital recovery room and became aware of
a conversation between some of the hospital nurses about Dr. Grant.
Still appearing to be asleep from the effects of the surgical sedative, 
Jennifer eavesdropped undetected.
	"Can that really be true Mary?" Jennifer heard one nurse say.
	"I've known Linda for a long time and I'm sure she wouldn't lie
	about something like that, Sue."
	"Wow!"  exclaimed Sue.  "Bigger may generally feel better, and 
	more than once a night would feel great, but that much and that 
	often,	why it would almost be like giving birth several times in one 
	night!"  "Yeah," Mary responded.  "If you remember, Linda was home 
	sick from work for a week after that date.  Now you know what she was 
	recovering from."
	"Tell me again, Mary," Sue asked. "How big did Linda say it 
	looked?"
	"Thicker than his wrist and longer than a ruler when he let it out 
	of his pants," Mary replied.
	"Well," concluded Sue, "That could explain why Gil Grant can't
	seem to get more than a few initial dates with a woman. The sex 
	would be too painful."
Just then Jennifer began to stir and the nurses stopped their gossiping 
about Dr. Grant.  To Jennifer the conversation seemed distant but the 
words "thicker than his wrist and longer than a ruler when he let it out of his 
pants" were indelibly etched in her mind and imagination.
	A week later Jennifer was having a post-surgical follow-up 
examination done by Dr. Grant.
	"The surgery appears to have gone very well," Dr. Grant said in
	a reassuringly confident tone of voice.  "I think you can expect 
	to start maturing physically from being a girl to a full-grown 
	woman quite soon now that your hormones can flow properly."
	"What do you plan to do during the rest of your recovery, 
	Jennifer?"  
	"I'm going to spend the summer house-sitting at a cottage on a 
	lake," Jennifer replied.  "It's kind of isolated but I think I'll be 
	all right there."
	"That sounds nice, Jennifer," Dr. Grant replied.  "Your incisions
	were very small and have healed very well so you can go 
	swimming if you want to and as soon as you feel up to it 
	gymnastics exercises should be all right for you too. Come back again 
	for another checkup after the summer and don't hesitate to call 
	on me sooner if you have any problems, but as far as I can tell now you 
	should be all right."
	"O.K." said Jennifer. "Thanks Dr. Grant." I'll arrange to see you 
	again after the summer."

	With the post-surgical follow-up exam over, Jennifer left the medical 
center and traveled to the rural lakeshore cottage that she had been
hired to watch over for the summer.
	After an hour's drive Jennifer arrived at the cottage that was actually 
more of a large one-bedroom house on the shore of a little
lake with a big barn behind it.  The whole property, including the entire
lake was owned by a professional wrestler who performed under the
ring name of "Man Mountain Mike."  Jennifer had been lucky enough
to get the job of house-sitting there for the summer while Mike was away on 
a professional wrestling tour through a college classmate of hers who had 
worked her way through school as a real estate broker.
Jennifer had been assured that the place would be stocked with lots of food 
so she wouldn't have to worry about grocery shopping and her wages 
would be directly deposited in her bank account so she wouldn't really have 
to drive back to town all summer.  In effect, Jennifer was going to have a 
paid vacation for her recuperation.
	Jennifer let herself into the cottage with one of the keys her real 
estate agent acquaintance had provided and looked the place over.
Apparently Mike was a big guy who had this place custom built to 
accommodate someone his size and not a still little girl like Jennifer.
All the rooms and facilities were oversized including the entertainment 
center with a huge wide-screen television connected to a satellite TV 
service and complemented with a large collection of videotapes for the 
VCR.  "Hmm," Jennifer asked herself, "what does he have here?"  Jennifer 
inspected Mike's videotape collection and found that all of them were about 
wrestling.  "Oh well," sighed Jennifer, "professional interest I suppose."  
"Still," she said to herself, "I might watch them if there's nothing else on the 
tube."
	After her inspection of the cottage Jennifer brought in her suitcases 
from her compact car and unpacked her clothes.  Conspicuous by their 
absence among Jennifer's one piece swimsuits,
jeans, tops, and underthings were pieces of women's lingerie.  Her 
prepubescent body had not yet had any need for such garments and
now Jennifer was going to wait until her body filled out a bit before doing 
any bra shopping.  She was looking forward to it though being 
long since weary of shopping for clothes in the girls' departments of 
clothing stores.
	After settling into the cottage Jennifer looked around the rest of the 
place.  The place was deserted and delightfully unspoiled to look at.  There 
were no neighbors for miles because Mountain Man Mike's parcel of 
property surrounded all of the pristine little lake.  There would be no one 
around to object to Jennifer swimming without a bathing suit if she chose to 
do any skinny dipping during the summer.
	Finally, Jennifer took a look inside the barn behind the cottage.
There she found Mike's personal private workout facility.  The place was 
well stocked with every kind of body building equipment available and was 
therefore able to provide all kinds and degrees of muscular resistance from 
light to indescribably heavy.  "I guess there is a reason why Mike can call 
himself "Mountain Man," thought Jennifer.  "Maybe I'll try to use some of 
this stuff this summer."
	By now the sun was starting to set.  It had been a long day so 
Jennifer decided to eat a meal and get some sleep.  She found that the 
large pantry, freezers, and refrigerators in the cottage were indeed as well 
stocked as she had been told.  Suddenly feeling more than a little hungry, 
Jennifer prepared a remarkably large meal for someone her size.  Indeed, 
she was surprised at herself when she realized how much she had eaten in 
one sitting.  Before today so much food would have been enough to feed 
her for several days.  "Wow," thought Jennifer, "I must have been hungrier 
than I thought."  "Oh well, it is part of my pay for being here so I guess I 
shouldn't feel guilty.  Besides, one big meal won't make me fat."  After 
cleaning the well-equipped kitchen Jennifer prepared for bed.  After her 
shower she pulled on the small tee shirt she favored as sleepwear, crawled 
between the sheets of Mike's oversized bed, and promptly fell into a deep 
sleep.
	Jennifer woke up the next morning ravenously hungry and before she 
had given it any thought had almost automatically eaten as much as she 
had eaten for supper the night before.  "Wow," thought Jennifer, 
"recuperating from surgery must call for a lot of nourishment!"
Then, remembering yesterday's tour of the place and without even 
changing from the tee shirt she had slept in, Jennifer decided to try out 
some of the exercise equipment in the barn.  She tried using anything she 
could move and lifting anything she could hoist that she found in the barn 
and was surprised at how good these activities felt to her.  She enjoyed it 
so much she lost all track of time.  Soon it was nightfall again and Jennifer 
felt absolutely famished.  Hardly thinking it possible, Jennifer soon found 
that she ate even more this evening than yesterday evening before her 
hunger was satisfied.  After cleaning up after her large supper Jennifer fell 
exhausted and immediately to sleep on the top of the bed without even 
showering or changing the tee shirt she had worn since the night before.
	It was the middle of the next morning before Jennifer awoke feeling a 
peculiar tightness around her body.  She rose and stretched and suddenly 
heard a quick, loud tearing sound as her tee-shirt burst completely in an 
instant from her body spilling shreds of rendered fabric all around her.  
"What in the world just happened?" Jennifer asked herself.  Then she 
looked down and saw two breast buds the size of grapefruit.  She cupped 
them in her hands and felt a delightful tingling sensation.  "Wow!" 
exclaimed Jennifer.  "Boobs at last!"  "Boy do these feel good!"  "I wonder 
how they look in a mirror?"  Impatient to see her reflection, Jennifer quickly 
ran to look at herself in the nearest mirror and not only saw her two large 
breast buds but a growth of blonde pubic hair.  "Puberty at last," exulted 
Jennifer.  In her excitement Jennifer did not notice the distinct muscle 
growth and definition that had accompanied the onset of her puberty or the 
fact that she was also definitely taller this morning than she was the night 
before.  What Jennifer did begin to notice was that she felt very, very 
hungry and without giving it a second thought promptly proceeded to eat 
more for breakfast than she had eaten all day the day before.  Barely taken 
aback by the enormous quantity food she had just eaten, Jennifer just 
shook her head and muttered to herself the unwittingly prophetic words, "I 
guess a growing girl just has to eat."  Then still not even dressed yet, 
Jennifer felt an irresistible urge to exercise her body as she had the day 
before in the extensive workout facility in the barn.
Before she knew it evening had arrived along with terrible pangs of hunger.  
Jennifer promptly proceeded to eat twice as much for supper as she had 
for breakfast and barely noticed.  Relaxing for a moment, Jennifer realized 
that she had indeed had a long, active day and proceeded to go to the 
bathroom, shower, and rummage through her clothing for an oversized 
cotton knit sleep shirt.  Then, feeling an incredible sense of fatigue 
collapsed into an immediately deep sleep on top of Mike's big bed.
	When Jennifer awoke the next morning she noticed the same 
peculiar tightness around her body that she had experienced upon 
awakening the day before.  Again Jennifer rose and stretched, and again 
she heard the same loud tearing of cloth she had heard the day before as 
what had only yesterday been an oversized sleep shirt burst from her body.  
Looking down Jennifer saw a pair of the largest, most protuberant breasts 
she had ever seen in her life standing firmly on her chest.  "Oh wow!" 
exclaimed Jennifer as she raced to get a frontal view of herself in the 
bathroom mirror.  Where yesterday she had seen two very promising 
breast buds, now she saw two hugely full, firm, quivering breasts.  Where 
yesterday her navel was not visible in the mirror above the bathroom sink, 
today she saw a full growth of pubic hair.  Where yesterday she didn't 
notice any muscularity in her body, today she saw impressive size and 
smoothly curvaceous definition.  After a necessarily prolonged bathroom 
visit, Jennifer was drawn by a rapacious hunger to eat twice as much for 
breakfast as she had eaten the entire previous day.  After her morning 
feast Jennifer looked through her clothes for something to wear.  Nothing 
would fit.  She could not get the sleeves of any of her tops half way up her 
forearms.  When she tried to tug a pair of what had been loose fitting shorts 
past her knees they tore completely at the seems.  "Enough of this!"  
thought Jennifer.  There isn't anybody around here anyway so nobody will 
notice if I don't wear any clothes for awhile."  Then an irresistible urge for 
heavily vigorous exercise consumed Jennifer and with the toss of a lushly 
growing mane of blond hair she proceeded to the exercise facility in the 
barn to work every muscle in her body to exhaustion.  After a supper twice 
as large as her breakfast Jennifer took a dip in the lake, dried herself with a 
towel, and went to bed to sleep soundly throughout the night.
	This became the routine of Jennifer's post-operative summer.
Up every morning to eat more than ever before, a day of ever heavier and 
more strenuously exhausting exercise, a supper bigger than her breakfast, 
longer and longer swimming sessions in the lake followed by a deep sleep, 
and all done in complete nudity because she had so severely outgrown all 
of her clothes.
	During this post-operative summer every cell and fiber of Jennifer's 
body had been satiated with several years' worth of pent-up
hormones that had been abruptly released by the diagnostic and surgical 
skill of Dr. Gil Grant.  This, combined with an opportunity to discover and 
become obsessed with progressive resistance weight training, transformed 
a prepubescent girl into an immensely and sensuously imposing woman.  
When the summer began Jennifer was barely five feet tall and hardly 
weighed one hundred pounds.  Slender and slight with virtually no 
mammary development, pubic hair or menstrual cycle, Jennifer was a 
genuine girl.  Now by summer's end Jennifer stood an incredible seven feet 
in height and her lean massively muscular weight was in the vicinity of 
three hundred pounds.  Pubic hair decorated her vagina, she bled regularly 
every month, and she had become enormously well-endowed with firm 
protuberant breasts that covered her massive chest from armpit to sternum 
to  armpit and extended roundly just beyond the elbows of her outstretched 
arms.  Jennifer's symmetrical strength had become almost mythical.  Able 
to bench press over five hundred pounds as often and as speedily as she 
would like as well as being able to leg press a ton was indicative of 
Jennifer's overall conditioning as were abdominal muscles that appeared to 
have the look and rigidity of a brick wall.  Comparably developed long, 
shapely legs confidently carried Jennifer's immense arms and torso.  In a 
word, Jennifer had become a giant.
	Jennifer awoke on the morning of her last day at Mountain Man 
Mike's cottage.  Taking a deep breath she stretched and flexed putting her 
arms up, her elbows back, and pushing her most substantial chest forward 
as far as she could.  Jennifer loved the way she felt and admired the way 
she looked.  After a typically hearty breakfast Jennifer resisted the urge to 
partake of an intensely long and strenuous workout in Mike's barn.  She 
had to make sure everything about the place was as fastidiously neat and 
clean as when she arrived.  While she was doing this Jennifer planned her 
departure.  She literally had nothing to wear.  It had been months since any 
of her own clothes would fit and as big a man as "Mountain Man Mike" was, 
Jennifer's body had grown and developed far too well for any of his stuff to 
accommodate her gargantuan dimensions.  As Jennifer tended to her 
housekeeping she remembered some of Dr. Grant's words from her last 
visit with him, "Come back again for another checkup after the summer and 
don't hesitate to call on me sooner if you have any problems...."  "Not 
having anything to wear isn't a medical problem," thought Jennifer, "but it is 
a problem.  Well, in public, anyway."  To deal with the difficulty of not 
having any clothes readily available to get dressed in, Jennifer decided that 
the cover of darkness would have to be sufficient.  Sufficient at least until 
she could get to Dr. Grant's residence on the edge of town.  Once inside 
the good doctor's house not wearing clothes wouldn't be a problem for 
Jennifer.  She had spent virtually the entire summer comfortably naked 
and, looking at her body, Jennifer didn't feel she had anything to be 
ashamed of.  She was very pleased with her gigantically powerful and 
enormously voluptuous physique.  She wanted to show herself to Dr. Grant 
expecting that he would be pleased as well because words Jennifer had 
heard before that summer in the hospital recovery room following her 
salutary surgery had been recurring frequently in her mind all summer long:  
"Thicker than his wrist and longer than a ruler when he let it out of his 
pants."  Jennifer had frequently fantasized about the meaning of these 
words all summer during her daily workouts because while growing into the 
immense woman she had become she had developed an appetite for more 
than just great quantities of food.  "Maybe Gil Grant is still a bachelor not 
because he hasn't found the right woman for him," thought Jennifer, 
"maybe he is still single because he hasn't found someone who is enough 
of a woman for him."
	With all the necessary housekeeping completely and capably done 
throughout Mike's cottage residence, barn and grounds, Jennifer had two 
things to do before departing after nightfall.  First, she had to adjust the 
driver's seat in her car in order to be able to comfortably operate the 
vehicle.  Second, she wanted to make herself as neat, clean, and well 
groomed as possible for when she would present herself to Gil Grant that 
night.
	Dealing with her car was difficult at first.  The driver's seat simply 
wouldn't slide back far enough to allow for her giant size.  Finally out of 
frustration rather than deliberate intent and with barely any effort, Jennifer 
merely ripped the driver's seat out of her car.  That way she could manage 
to drive her compact car by sitting in its back seat.  As she discarded her 
car's driver's seat in a dumpster behind Mike's barn Jennifer reflected, "Oh 
how I like being big and strong!"   
	As she walked back to the cottage Jennifer considered how to 
proceed to get ready for her visit with Dr. Grant that night.  She decided to 
remove all of her body hair to make her skin as smooth and soft as 
possible.  Looking at the bush of blond pubic hair between her legs before 
entering the cottage she sighed to herself and exclaimed, "Oh well, here it 
goes!"  Then, using nothing but her bare hands quickly and firmly tore out 
almost all of the pubic hair that had been growing on her vagina and lower 
abdomen.  "There," said Jennifer, "now I'll have less to shave."  After a 
shampoo, shower, complete body shave, and the application of the most 
alluring cologne she owned Jennifer had nothing to do but wait until sunset 
before going to visit Gil Grant.   She passed the time curled up on a sofa in 
front of Mike's entertainment center watching one of his wrestling videos 
that featured the "Mountain Man" himself.
	Just before sunset Mike returned home from his tour.  He was 
stunned by the sight of Jennifer curled up on his couch.  He walked up to 
her and leaned toward her with his mouth open and his jaw slack.  Mike 
had never seen such a great, big, beautiful woman in all his life.
"Hi!" said Jennifer brightly while quickly getting up from the couch to 
introduce herself.  Then while she was rising to her full height Jennifer's 
tremendous tits accidentally hit Mike under his chin like an uppercut from a 
pair of oversized boxing gloves.  The blow put Mike immediately on the 
floor where his head landed hard enough to render him barely conscious.  
"Oh I'm so sorry!," exclaimed Jennifer.  "It was an accident, really."  "I didn't 
mean to hit you like that!"  "Are you all right?"  Mike nodded slowly in the 
affirmative.  "Here," said Jennifer.  "Let me carry you to your bed."  Then 
Jennifer picked Mike up from the floor like any mother would pick up a 
sleepy toddler and carried him to his bedroom like a groom carries a bride 
across a threshold.  She laid him down gently on his bed and asked Mike 
again, "Are you sure you're all right?"  "Honestly, I didn't mean to do that.  It 
was an accident."  Mike nodded again and waved mumbling something that 
sounded like "Sure, sure, fine, yeah sure, no problem, I'll be fine.  You can 
go home now if you want to.  Bye."  "Well, if you're sure you'll be all right," 
said Jennifer.  "I could call a doctor for you if you want," she continued.  
"No, no, I'll get over it just fine on my own," said Mike.  "It looks like you've 
done a good job here while I was gone but I'm back now so you can go 
home.  Goodnight."  "OK, then," replied Jennifer.  "Good-bye and thanks for 
the summer job," she called has she left the cottage.  Closing the cottage 
door behind her Jennifer paused, hefted her gigantic jugs in her hands, 
smiled at them fondly and whispered, "What a pair of knockout knockers!"

	By now it was after sunset.  Clothed only by the darkness of a late 
summer night Jennifer drove to Dr. Gil Grant's residence on the edge of 
town.  As she approached Dr. Grant's house she doused her car's 
headlights and parked the vehicle.  After scanning the developing 
neighborhood carefully to be sure that no one would see, Jennifer quickly 
streaked from her car to Gil's back door.  She knocked on the door and 
called repeatedly in a soft lilting voice, "Dr. Grant.  Dr. Grant.  It's me.  
Jennifer, Jennifer Trent."  
	Gil Grant lived in a large house he had designed himself.  
Construction had been completed the year before.  The dwelling contained 
spacious rooms featuring cathedral ceilings.  Most of the basement was 
dedicated to a great room with ceilings ten feet high that Dr. Grant used to 
practice and maintain his skill as well as he could by himself in the 
Japanese martial art of aikido that he had initially learned while living in 
Japan where his father had been stationed during Gil's adolescence as a 
physician with the United States Air Force.  Gil had studied this art form 
diligently in his spare time ever since and was an undisputed master.  The 
basement of his house where he practiced whenever he could had thick 
wrestling mats covering the entire floor and mirrored walls so he could 
observe his movements from more than one perspective when he 
practiced.  This particular Saturday night Gil was emerging from the shower 
after just such a practice session when he heard Jennifer beckoning to him 
at his back door.  Dressed only in a bath towel tucked around his waist, Gil 
promptly answered Jennifer's call. 
	As Gil opened his back door with his eyes cast slightly downward to 
let Jennifer inside he expected to see someone very similar to the girl he 
had diagnosed and operated on nearly three months before.  The 
apparition that stood before him now looked very different.  Moving his 
gaze slowly and steadily upward Gil stared in turn at thick, long, strongly 
muscular and shapely legs, a tight waist fronted by an abdomen that 
resembled a brick wall, enormous and powerfully muscled arms, a pair of 
the fullest, firmest, most protruding breasts he had ever seen in his life, and 
Jennifer Trent's beautiful face looking down at him framed by long, lush, 
lovely blond hair.    
		    
	      
	                        
	 To be continued.....