Neodystrophin, part 1 By Myostatinus, myostatinus@yahoo.com A muscular dystrophy treatment has powerfull muscle growth side efects Wearing her labcoat, her red hair in a bun, Veronica stared blankly through her glasses at the electrophoresis gel sitting in front of her. Her sharp features and pulpous lips were highlited by the UV illumination used to light up the bands. All signs pointed to the fact that this vector was safe. Though a few bands showed unknown proteins present in the extract. "Too bad those morons of the ethics commity are trying to shut me down, if I can't prove the safety of this vector, my grant for muscular dystrophy research will be revoked" she thought. "I really need to keep using this poxvirus vector, it's the only one with a large enough genome to contain the dystrophin gene deficient in most patients. Too bad it's based on an attenuated smallpox virus." She decided to try it on this week's batch of rats in hopes that something would come up to support her claims of inocuity of her vector. While attempting to inject a particularly fierce male, a sudden move startled the tired Veronica. She jerked slightly which caused the hypodermic syringe's needle to go through the rat's flap of skin, just barely grazing her finger through the 2 latex gloves she was wearing. In the excitement she barely felt it. After completing her round of inoculations, she proceeded to the locker room to change. Removing her labcoat, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the plexiglass mirror. "Not too bad for a junior professor of molecular biology, almost 30 years old" she mused. Her body had retained much of the litheness that had enabled her to pay for her studies by working at a local strip joint, though it was now starting to show small signs of sedentarity. Removing her tight camisole top she noticed that a smallish layer of fat was starting to cover her formerly defined thin waist. Turning around she looked at her buttocks, which too were starting to droop slightly, though not yet unpleasantly. Looking up towards her chest, she cupped her C-cup bra-encased breast: they felt slightly heavier than they had back in the dancing days, but she felt a slight sag. Lacking her bi-weekly dancing sessions, her body wasn't the hard sexy drive-men-drooling-crazy machine it used to be. "I may not be at the top of my glory, but I'm certainly the sexiest junior professor around.Probably even sexier than most of my female students." With that she began stripping while checking her moves in the mirror. Her lithe hands began by caressing her still alluring silouhette up and down to the rhythm of an imaginary song. Swaying her hips gracefuly from side to side, her hands glided gracefuly, stopping to cup her breast and buttocks repeatedly. Doing a pivot, she deftly unclasped the bra restaint, removing the cumbersome garnment with cat-like dexterity, caressing her long body. Turning her back to the mirror once more, she undid the zipper of her pants, then dived her torso forward while dragging the pants down. Looking through her long legs she had quite a view of her still smooth ass. She also discerned quite a hint of her vaginal labia through the cligning fabric of her black silken underpants. One thing she could never get used to is not wearing sexy underwear. She just didn't feel like herself when she wore something "standard". She rised up caressing her sexy legs, and stepped out of the pants that lay in a heap at her feet. Standing an inch short of 6 feet tall in her low-heeled shoes, her figure was still quite a pleasant sight. Long legs progressed slowly into a nice ass, topped by a thin waist. From there her abdomen flared progressively hourglass-like into a feminine torso, supporting sizable breasts. Her shoulders curved gently upwards to a graceful neck, and held long lithe arms. Her hand's long graceful fingers continued to lightly stroke her sexy figure. After a prolonged journey down, lingering in her pelvic region. Her hands drifted back upwards to her face. Veronica sexily inserted her index finger (of course the one she had pricked with the syringe's needle) in her mouth, licking and sucking on it. She then removed it to once more resume lightly dragging it all over her body. With her other hand, she removed her glasses to reveal the beautiful face hiding underneath. She pouted her full lips while undoing her bun, letting shoulder-length red-hair fall down. She loved the feeling her hair caressing her neck gave her after a day of being worn up. Small shivers went down from her spine to her clitoris. Which she started to stroke lightly with her saliva-wet index finger through her silky-soft panties. "God, I've myself sooooo horny. Gotta take care of that." she thought, removing her panties while stepping into the shower. At first the cold water made her nipples stand erect. But as it was warming up, so was Veronica, her hands now lingered more and more around her clitoris, stroking it more and more aggressively. Her left hand also crept up, inserting itself inside her dilated vagina to stimulate her G-spot. Over a few minutes, her breathing gradually became faster and deeper.