Galaxy Woman By Meadler Inspired by 2BFree's "The Making of Galaxy Girl" ======================== CHAPTER ONE - TRANSFORMATION Elizabeth "Betty" Wilkins stood before her whirling centrifuge with her arms folded. She was a tall woman, nearly six feet, with a strong and pretty face. Her hair was long, dark, wavy, and pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a pink blouse, a knee-length blue skirt, and a white lab coat--her typical professional attire. Her clothes were a bit too big for her body. She made sure they were, as a habit, in order to stymie the prying eyes of her male colleagues when she was working. Her laboratory was filled to the brim with equipment such as computers, flasks, burners, chemicals, and cold storage vats with various biological specimens carefully arranged within them. All of it was snowed over with professional literature, research monographs, textbooks, reference manuals in chemistry, biology, physics, anatomy, genetics, and reams and reams of paper that had her work neatly written down on it. At a remove from her laboratory equipment was a variety of athletic training equipment. Barbells, dumbbells, a flat bench, an incline bench, a decline bench, a squat rack, a full punching bag hanging from the ceiling, and more. Betty was an avid weightlifter and cross-trainer. She loved her body and what it was capable of doing, and she had made her body fit, taut, and strong through years of training. All of this equipment took up one corner of an old, small, run-down, and otherwise empty warehouse that Betty was renting. The other three corners of the warehouse were empty except for a pile of construction refuse in the corner diagonally opposite to her own. The junk had been left behind by, she presumed, the incompetent numbskulls who had built the place. None of it could be easily thrown away so she hadn't bothered to deal with it. She hated the place because it was dirty, it was gross, and she wasn't convinced that its construction was ever even completed, nor even that what was completed was done correctly to begin with. Bare, structural steel I-beams ran from ceiling to floor as supports; there wasn't a window in the place whose sash sat true against its jambs; and there wasn't a square inch of the floor or walls that didn't somehow look filthy no matter what she did to clean it. Yet the warehouse had served her well enough, so she swallowed her disgust with it and carried on in her own tiny and dirty little corner of Metropolis. ======== Betty's eyes watched the centrifuge run but she wasn't really paying attention to it. She was instead thinking of all the possibilities. When Superman first appeared to the world, she was a young university scientist in her mid-twenties. Like everyone else, she was captivated by his powers, by how his powers could be possible, by where his powers could possibly come from. She was exhilarated by his sheer might and she wanted to know what it was like to wield such might. Unlike most everyone else, Betty had studied biophysics and genetics in college and graduate school and she was very sharp. She turned over in her mind what the secrets of Superman???s body could be. On the grounds that such incredible powers must require an incredible source of energy, she inferred that the sun must be somehow responsible for his powers, but she knew better than to discount other possible sources of energy. With the help of Clark Kent, an old friend of hers from college and a known acquaintance of Superman, Betty acquired a sample of Superman???s hair. She extracted a sample of his DNA from the follicle with painstaking effort. The DNA's basic structure was her first interest and she did extensive research to determine it. What she found was that his DNA had a triple- rather than double-helix structure--his DNA had an extra strand to it. With more research she determined that the third strand seemed to be more phenotypical than genotypical, more of a proactive biological mechanism in its own right--something like an organ--rather than a reactive blueprint from which biological mechanisms were built. In short, the third strand acted as a remarkable transducer of the sun???s energy. It was precisely attuned to the sun's solar radiation and converted that radiation into incredible amounts of energy. The secret of Superman's body was hers. What were the possibilities? ======== With further research, she attempted to develop a mutative serum that would effect in a terrestrial organism's DNA the development of a third strand similar to Superman's. She stunned herself with success after success, producing the desired results in each of fifty-seven samples of DNA that she had extracted from various organisms. When she altered the serum for use on a sample of her own DNA, she was well and truly humbled and even somewhat disquieted by her successful results. What were the possibilities? Betty was a responsible human being and a responsible scientist. She published her findings for peer review and open discussion in the scientific community. But she was something of a lone wolf in the small community of scientists who shared her research interests. Not because of unfriendliness, but simply because she was so smart and had never needed much help from anyone else. Worse yet, nearly every person above her in her university's hierarchy was a misogynistic, careerist, idiot of a man. They all resented her very presence as a scientist at their university, not to mention her intelligence and ability. Her immediate superior literally couldn't understand her work because he wasn't smart enough, so he wanted her gone once and for all. He accused her of being unethical, caused an ethics investigation to be opened against her, and easily found backing from his own superiors. She tried to explain her work to her peers and superiors, but her professional reputation was smeared and ruined and no one would have anything to do with her or her work anymore. She was utterly stunned, infuriated, and disillusioned by the turn of events, but she couldn't possibly stop her work after she had seen the successful mutation of her own DNA sample. ======== She had set up shop in the old warehouse, put the past out of her mind, and moved forward. She recalled that there are other ambient sources of energy in the universe and she wondered if the third strand of DNA could be made to transduce any of those sources in addition to the sun's energy. She hit on what was termed the zero-point energy of the galaxy which, to oversimplify the concept, permeated the empty space in the galaxy and held the galaxy together as a coherent whole. Could that be transduced by the third strand? She loved her work before, but now she lived for her work. Day in and day out, she was always thinking about her work, always turning over new ideas in her head and experimenting. When she wasn't explicitly performing research in her lab, then she was exploring new ideas in her mind as she lifted weights and trained in her makeshift lab gym. Finally, she found her answer. Yes, the third strand could be made to transduce zero-point energy: a source of energy orders of magnitude more potent and more abundant than any energy Superman was able to absorb. What were the possibilities? ======== The centrifuge stopped. Betty stood before it and stared at it. There was only one next step and it was time for her to take it. She had created a dose of the serum custom-made for not only human DNA, but her DNA. She drank the serum without hesitation. ======== She immediately felt a tingling and warmth spread throughout her. She was horrified, afraid that she would dissolve into goo, or explode into a million gory pieces, or mutate into a horrible monster. Instead her entire body was filled with overwhelming bliss, health, warmth, vitality, and wellness. An orgasm surged through her and she yelped. Her body felt so tight and wonderful, like after a heavy round of weightlifting only so, so, so much better. "OHHHH....GOD," she yelled. Another orgasm surged through her and she moaned. Her breathing was erratic. All of her clothes felt so tight and she didn't understand why. She looked down at herself and saw enormous bulges in her blouse and skirt and lab coat. She instantly knew what was happening and she instantly wanted more. "OH MY GOD! MY MUSCLES!" Another orgasm surged through her. A long moan of pleasure blasted out of her. She watched the arms of her formerly big-on-her lab coat start to burst open at the seams between the biceps and the triceps. The buttons on the front of her blouse began to burst off one by one as her pectorals pushed out and pushed out and pushed out. "YES! MUSCLES!" Another orgasm surged through her. She felt her back widen and widen and widen and she could hear and feel the backsides of her blouse and lab coat begin to tear. She flexed her biceps, both at the same time, and they soared upward halfway to her fists and obliterated the upper parts of her blouse and coat sleeves. "YEEEEEEEESS!" Another orgasm surged through her. Her forearms swelled and swelled and continued the downward tearing of her sleeves. Her enormous pectorals had blasted out of her shirt and she saw the lower buttons of her blouse as they were launched away from her by her growing body. Her thighs tore through the sides of her skirt. "OOOOOOOOooooooohhhhh...." The process ebbed and stopped. Another orgasm surged through her and made her shake and groan and moan. Her breathing quickly returned to normal. ======== All her clothes hung off her in shreds. She tore away the remainders of her lab coat and blouse and moaned in ecstasy as another orgasm surged through her at the sight of her huge, bulging muscles. She remembered the full length mirror hanging in her gym area and she went to it. The sight of her new body in the mirror made her orgasm yet again. She was so huge that she couldn't see even a third of herself in the mirror at any one time. There was no muscle on her body that wasn't pumped up to an insane size. Her muscles were at least several times larger--maybe even a full order of magnitude larger--than those of the largest male bodybuilder on earth. Her pectorals were so huge that her formerly large breasts had been perfectly flattened out against them to give a nice feminine touch to her bare, enormous, musclebound chest. She tore off the rest of her skirt to see her absolutely enormous quadriceps and adductors and hamstrings. Her calf and trapezius muscles were hugely prominent even from the front. She kicked off her shoes and stood flat on her feet and her calves were no smaller for it. Her abdominal, oblique, and serratus anterior muscles made her trunk look like a wall of bricks. Her back was a symphony of enormous trapezius, deltoid, rotator cuff, latissimus dorsi, and erector spinae muscles. Her lats were so huge that they pushed out her relaxed arms a significant amount. Her neck muscles were gorgeously huge and pumped up. She stood in front of the mirror in nothing more than her panties and admired herself. She couldn't believe the size and definition of her muscles. Her enormous upper body tapered into a narrow and power packed abdomen that then flared back out into gigantic and highly defined glutes and thighs. She had the perfect hourglass figure. She raised her arms up into another double biceps pose and knew without question that she would put to complete shame any bodybuilder anywhere. "How did this happen? Did I absorb so much energy that my body needed more room to store it?" She wasn't sure and she didn't bother herself with the question anymore. She was one hundred thousand percent in love with her feminine, curvaceous, supermuscular physique. "I must be thousands of times more powerful than Superman for this to have happened." Still in her double biceps pose, she began to pump her biceps. Each flex made them rise up another half inch and made her smile bigger than before. Another orgasm surged through her as her biceps neared the height of her fists.