The Megan Kale Project – Part 4
By RipTite
Checking up on her progress, Megan reveals to GeneMec her side effects.

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

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

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

"Hello?"
"Miss Kale?" came the voice through the earpiece.  It was a female, and 
she immediately recognised the voice.
"Speaking."
"Hello, I'm Sheila from GeneMec."
"Oh, hello." Megan acted surprised.
"Hi.  I'm calling regarding the medical research, and Dr. Harnull has 
asked whether it would be possible for you to come in for a check up and 
progress appointment."

Megan thought for what seemed like ages, but she hadn't been rushed by 
Sheila at all by the time Megan replied.
"Yeah, yeah that'd be fine."
"Great.  When would be convenient?"  Asked the secretary.
"Anytime."
"Well, today then?"
"Uh, yeah.  What time?"
"Three o'clock?"  Megan looked at her watch, it was just approaching two.
"Yeah, three's fine."
"Good, I'll see you at three today then."  Confirmed Sheila.
"Yup.  Bye."  Said Megan, and she pressed the 'No' button to end the call.  
Megan was pleased; she'd find it hard to go to a normal doctor to explain 
what had happened.  At least the guys at GeneMec knew what she looked like 
previously and may actually try to find out what happened, and how.

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

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

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

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

"Hello there… wow!"  He noticed the girl on his shop floor.
"Hi.  I need some more clothing I… I seemed to have grown out of my last 
set."
"Sure.  Can you remember what line they were?"  Asked the salesman, who 
seemed quite buff to Megan, but then that wouldn't be surprising, would 
it?
"No, I can't.  I think it was the most casual lot."
"Yeah, I think that would most suit you.  Follow me."  He led her round to 
the back of one of the many clothes racks and presented the rack of 
clothing.
"Is it okay if I try some on?"  Megan asked.
"Yeah, of course."  Replied the salesman.  Megan picked a top and bottom 
and went into the single cubicle fitting room.  She peeled off her white 
T-shirt as it ripped some more in the process, and she put on the top.  It 
was the largest top they did in the women's range, and it fit her like a 
glove.  Looking at the pictures in the shop, it appeared the top was 
supposed to be baggy, on Megan it wasn't exactly tight, but it wasn't 
baggy enough to hide her body completely.  As she looked in the mirror, 
the cloth followed the contours of her body so though it was obvious she 
had extremely wide shoulders and big arms, the fact they were smooth, 
bulging muscles to impossible definition carved out of marble was hidden, 
something her white T-shirt didn't do too well.  The only part of her 
magnificent upper body it didn't hide was her lower torso, the top being 
of the cropped variety.

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

She looked at herself full-length, her hands, mid-riff and face the only 
parts of her body on 'display', and she thought to herself "I look pretty 
cool."  She smiled a small smile and pulled back the curtain.  The 
salesman stood there and smiled agreeably.
"Suits you."  He said.
"I'll take these and these."  Megan picked from the rack another two tops 
and another two bottoms alike the ones she wore.  Her current top was 
white with black stitching and the clothes design symbol imprinted on the 
back, while her bottoms were black, pure cotton material with pockets a 
third and two-thirds down each leg.  They suited her trainers, a pair of 
black and brown Nikes.
"Would you like to wear those now?" the salesman asked as he walked round 
to behind the till.
"Yeah, please."  Replied Megan as the salesman scanned the barcodes of the 
clothes, the sub-total amounting on the till display.
"That'll be £149.94 please."  Megan handed over her card, thankfully the 
things she did to get her into this in the first place would provide 
plenty enough money for these, and what she assumed would probably be 
plenty-more.  The salesman swiped her card and waited for the receipt.

"If I may ask, what supplements do you use?  You're very big for a girl 
your height and, well, you look very… natural and… pretty."  The salesman 
blushed a little, so did Megan.
"Huh!  Thanks.  Erm, I don't use anything."
"Really!"  The salesman looked shocked.  "How did you get that big then?" 
he asked as he handed Megan the receipt.
"Dunno, must be in the genes I guess," she replied as she signed the 
receipt and handed it back with a smile.
"Very good genes," the salesman replied, handing Megan her card and 
customer receipt.  Megan picked up all her things and left, saying 
goodbye.
"Goodbye.  Come again… please," replied the salesman, staring at the most 
beautiful thing he'd ever seen walk out of his shop.

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

She took a deep breath and walked in.

"Megan Kale for a three o'clock appointment with Dr. Harnull?"  The 
receptionist looked up, she hadn't watched Megan walk in and her high 
fronted desk stopped her from seeing anymore of Megan than Megan wanted 
her to see.
"Ah, yes, hello Megan, take a seat."
"Thanks."  Megan walked over to the seating as Sheila phoned who she 
presumed was Dr. Harnull.  After a few words, she put the phone down and 
carried on with her work, not even glimpsing up to where Megan had sat.

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

"Megan?"  He asked.
"Yeah, we need to talk."  Megan immediately walked past the doctor, 
through the door, and into his lab.  Dr. Harnull followed with haste, 
finding Megan already sat on his laboratory bed when he walked in, closing 
the door behind him.
"What?  How… what?"  The doctor was confused, more so than ever before.
"I have a confession."  Said Megan in a deadpan voice.

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

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

"Did it hurt?"  Asked the doctor eventually.
"Like no pain I've ever had."  Came the reply.
"Okay.  Right.  Well, I need to talk with the other doctor's.  We need to 
find out exactly what happened and how, but we must do it in our own time.  
If we could find out how this happened, and how to make it happen again…" 
the doctor started to look around him, searching for something.
"Hold on," Megan said, jumping to the floor.  "You want to SELL this?"  
Megan presented herself.
"Could you imagine how many people would want that?"  Dr. Harnull said, 
pointing to Megan's body.  "The military might even be interested," he 
carried on.
"But it's, it's wrong," Megan blurted.  The doctor stopped and looked at 
her.
"Why?"
"Because…" Megan couldn't find a reason quick enough.
"If we can work it out, if we can reproduce this, painlessly, with no 
side-effects… the demand would be… astronomical."
"No side-effects?  This IS a side-effect, it's one big side-effect!"  
Protested Megan.  The doctor stopped and looked at Megan, up and down.
"But what a side-effect, huh?  I don't know why you're so against it, 
you'd have some of the profit."
"What do you mean?"  Asked Megan.
"Well, you're the first subject, it's because of you this happened in the 
first place, and right now your body holds all the keys to unlocking the 
secrets.  Without you, we have nothing, only what you've told me.  We'll 
try it without you, but it'll be so much easier with your help."

Megan stopped for a bit, and mulled over what Dr. Harnull just said.
"How much of a cut?" she asked.
"It would probably be split."
"Would I have any control over what happens?"
"What do you mean?" asked the doctor.
"It's got to be safe, 100%."
"We're scientists who want to help people, not kill them," he replied, 
matter-of-factly.
"I'll have to think about it."  Megan said.
"That's fine, I've got to get the ball rolling with the other doctor's 
first anyway."
"Will there be a contract?" asked Megan.
"Err, yeah, I suppose there ought to be some kind of statement, as it'll 
be a collaborative process."

Megan continued to think while Dr. Harnull busied himself in the 
background.  Eventually;
"Okay.  If there's a legally binding contract and I agree to it… I'll do 
it!"  Said Megan.
"Great.  I'll inform the other doctor's, sort that side of things out and 
then get back to you, okay?"
"Okay."  Megan began to walk away toward the door.

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

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

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

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