Ancient Chinese Secret
by Femgrowth e-mail: femgrowth@yahoo.com
Young female Chinese athletes get their strength from an unlikely source.


REPORT to the drug abuse commission of the I.O.C.
re: Suspected use of banned anabolic substances by Chinese female
athletes.
by: Dr. Richard Stone, M.D., Ph.D. (Canadian Delegation)


My name is Richard Stone, and I am with the International Olympic
Committee. It's my job to investigate claims of cheating, in
particular the use of banned performance-enhancing substances in
competition. In recent years there has been growing concern within the
international sporting community about the Chinese, in particular over
the obvious improvements in their young female swimmers,
weightlifters, and gymnasts. Rumours about steroid use have been
circulating for years, and yet our drug tests have remained
inconclusive. The Chinese coaches, athletes, and sporting bodies
vehemently deny these rumours, claiming instead that the physical
improvement of their girl athletes is due to ancient Chinese herbal
practices and, among other things, the ingestion of caterpillar fungus
and turtle soup. This claim has met with incredulity and derision in
the world press and within sporting circles. See the following website
for fuller details:
http://www.doitsports.com/running/athletes/chinese_women.html

His Excellency the President of the International Olympic Committee,
Sr. Juan Antonio Samaranch, has personally chosen me to investigate
the training regimen of these athletes. My fluency in Mandarin
Chinese, as well as my degree in physiology and my proven track record
of fairness and toughness were no doubt instrumental in his decision.
I accepted the assignment with a keen sense of the challenge and
responsibility it represents.

I flew to Beijing and was met at the airport by Ms. Li Meifeng, the
head of the Chinese Olympic Committee's secretariat for external
affairs. She was a slim woman in her mid-forties, but looked much
younger. At five-foot-nine, she was considerably taller than the
average Chinese woman. Ms. Li had been China's top javelin thrower in
the early sixties, before the Cultural Revolution banished all
athletic endeavour as being "bourgeois", "counter-revolutionary" and
"foreign". After a period of "re-education" in a labour camp, Ms. Li
used her athletic abilities to become a performer in what was called
modern, revolutionary opera. She usually played a heroic woman soldier
fighting against the Japanese, or reactionaries, or enemies of the
state.

Much has changed in China since the days of Mao Zedong and the Gang of
Four. Even though the Communist Party retains its grip on political
power, the government has liberalized the economy. China has opened
herself up to the world, and this included participation in the
Olympic movement. Since China is the most populous country in the
world, there is tremendous expectation over the success of its
athletes. With over a billion people, that is a huge pool of talent
potential to be developed. Chinese athletes seem to be under a lot of
pressure to perform well at the international level, hence the
motivation to use performance-enhancing drugs.

In the car taking me to my hotel, Ms. Li briefed me over the itinerary
of my visit. I was to inspect the Beijing No.1 Socialist Workers and
Peasants Sports Academy located on the outskirts of the city. "Beijing
One", as it is often called, is the premier school for young girl
athletes. Students are selected from all over China, and only those
exhibiting the best athletic potential are chosen. It is considered a
great honour to be a student at Beijing One, so the pupils and their
families usually cope well with the long periods of separation. Seldom
do students travel back to their home villages more than once a year,
and this for only a few days. "The coaches and classmates are the
student's new family," Ms. Li explained.

The next day, while still recovering from jet lag, I was whisked
bright and early to the school. My hosts seemed very open and eager to
show off their accomplishments. As we arrived a large banner greeted
us at the school gate, its message written in white characters on a
red background, in both English and Chinese: "Welcome Doctor Stone to
the Beijing No. 1 Socialist Workers and Peasants Sports Academy". The
complex was huge, with several buildings including classrooms,
gymnasia, and dormitories. Most were massive concrete edifices in the
monumental Stalinist style.

I was brought to the auditorium for a welcoming ceremony, where the
uniformed students assembled and sang the school song for me, and
school officials introduced me as an important visitor from abroad
here to learn China's training techniques. They pointedly omitted the
part about investigating whether those techniques violated
international standards, and in my own speech I also avoided the
issue, instead expressing my keen desire to learn and my heartfelt
gratitude for such a warm reception. The children sat there silently,
perhaps stunned to hear a foreigner speak their language, but they
erupted in applause as I finished. A pretty young girl in pigtails,
about 10 years old, brought me a large bouquet of flowers.

For the first few hours I was given an orientation of the facilities.
During the morning, half the girls were in classes studying math,
geography, their devilishly difficult written language, while the
other half were in training at the gym. They switched after lunch
time. In the classes, they looked like any other ordinary Chinese
schoolgirls, dressed in school uniforms, their hair in pigtails or
ponytails, some with shorter haircuts. Many wore a red scarf,
identifying them as members of the Young Communist League. They sat at
attention, much more well-behaved than any group of Western kids would
be. Classes ranged from Kindergarten to third year of Senior High,
which is equivalent to Grade 12. Ages ranged from 5 to 18.

Over 4000 girls were enrolled, and even the youngest ones were
selected at the local level in villages throughout China for their
marked physical ability. Sometimes, if a girl did not show
satisfactory skill or dedication, she was sent back home to her
province. This was considered a serious loss of face by the student
and her family, so these girls were under a lot of pressure to perform
adequately. Those who showed exceptional talent were not only subject
to material reward and a chance to join the national team, but they
received the respect and adulation of their peers, teachers and
coaches. All the girls dreamed and strived to acheive this level.

I asked about leisure time. Ms. Li told me that the girls had free
time after dinner, between seven and nine o'clock. The younger ones
usually played games with their friends, while the older ones wrote
home to their family or read books. Rarely did any of the girls
venture beyond the walls of the compound, though the older ones could
do so as long as they respected the nine o'clock curfew.

At lunch time, I was taken to the enormous school cafeteria. Imagine
the din of 4000 girls chatting excitedly in Chinese, while slurping
turtle soup. I forgot to ask my hosts how many turtles were sacrificed
each day to provide meals, but I'm sure it's many. It was the only
fare on the menu for breakfast, lunch and dinner, along with rice and
steamed vegetables. I asked Ms. Li about whether caterpillar fungus
was for dessert. She laughed and said that I would have the chance
that afternoon to see how the girls used the caterpillars while in
training. She said that turtle soup was for health, while caterpillar
juice was for strength. This piqued my curiosity.

That afternoon I was taken to a large brightly-lit gymnasium. On one
side gymnastics apparatus were set up, while the other had barbells
and weights. Over two hundred girls were milling about. I was told
that ten- to fourteen-year old gymnasts would be training here today,
along with weightlifters in the thirteen- to sixteen-year old range.
The gymnasts were tiny girls in red leotards, limbering up with floor
stretches. The young weigthlifters were wearing white t-shirts and red
shorts. None of them looked particularly muscular. I began to doubt
that these young elite athletes were being given performance-enhancing
drugs.

Then a whistle blew. The noise of girlish chattering was immediately
replaced by a quiet shuffling as the girls formed two lines. The
gymnasts were on the far side, the weightlifters closer by. A coach
wheeled in a large aquarium which seemed to be full of leaves. I took
a closer look. On the leaves you could see thousands of tiny wriggling
neon-green caterpillars. The insects were munching the leaves.
Strange, I thought. Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to
see next.

The gymnast who was first in line opened her mouth. The coach took one
of the caterpillars out of the aquarium and placed it on her tongue.
As the girl walked away, chewing the caterpillar, her entire body
seemed to tense, as if she were being filled with energy. I could have
sworn that her 
muscularity had increased slightly. I looked over at the
weightlifters. Each of the girls was being fed two of the wriggling
little things. Now there was no mistake: as soon as the girls
swallowed the caterpillars, their muscles grew noticeably larger.

I was shocked. For a few minutes, I couldn't say anything. Ms. Li came
close to me and explained. A thousand years ago, during the Tang
dynasty, there was a great famine in Yunnan Province. People were
reduced to eating insects. The men who happened to eat the Chaonu
caterpillar got sick and died, while it was discovered that women who
ate them not only survived, but became unbelievably strong. Because of
the patriarchy of the Old Society, it was forbidden to reveal the
secret of the Chaonu butterfly. A few years ago some ancient texts
were rediscovered where the properties of the caterpillar juice was
recorded. Chinese scientists began to study the phenomenon, and it was
decided that China could become a sports super-power if they could use
this secret. In the beginning the caterpillars were ground up and
served in the athletes' food, but it was found that fresher is better.
At first some girls are put off at having to eat live caterpillars,
but they soon get used to it. They even like it, I was told. Compared
to Westerners, Chinese are far less squeamish about the things they eat.

Chinese scientists were trying to discover why the caterpillar juice
was poisonous to men while it had such a dramatically different effect
in women, but they have not yet been succesful. 

An eleven-year old gymnast walked nearby, having just received her
dose. "Miss? Could you come here please?" I asked in my most elegant
Mandarin. She skipped forward, smiled at me and gave a little bow.
"Could you flex your bicep, please?" I asked. The girl looked over at
Ms. Li, who nodded assent. She flexed her left arm. Although the bicep
barely stretched the sleeve of her leotard, it was noticeable and very
prominent for an eleven-year old girl. I put my hand around it to feel
its hardness. I was amazed. I am a former athlete myself, a
shot-putter for the Canadian national team, yet with all the strength
of both my hands I could not put a dent in that small bicep. I thanked
the girl and off she went to the asymmetric bars.

I had a million questions for Ms. Li. How long do the effects last?
Are they cumulative? Have there been cases of overdose? She said that
the effects last for about an hour, then the girls get back to normal.
Chinese athletes eat some of the caterpillars just before a
competition. While there has been a tragic death of a male athlete who
tasted one, no girl has ever had any ill effect no matter how many she
has eaten.

I stopped a fifteen-year old weightlifter. She had just eaten two of
the caterpillars. Her arms went from looking like sticks to having
good sized biceps. Her deep chest muscles filled her t-shirt, while
her buttocks stretched the material of her shorts. Her legs had looked
like toothpicks, now they bulged with hard thigh and calf muscles. I
had seen her earlier during warm-up trying to lift a certain barbell.
She was unable even to get it off the floor. I now asked her to try to
lift it again. She easily snatched it over her head. It was 70 kilos,
or nearly 160 lbs.

"How many are each girl allowed to have?" I asked. "For training,
usually one or two, depending on the sport. For competition, three to
five." Ms. Li answered. "Here at Beijing One, we sometimes reward a
student by giving her a lot,"  she added. "A lot?" I asked. "How much
is a lot?"

Ms. Li called out to the littlest gymnast in the line-up, still
waiting to get her dose. She approached. I recognized her. She was the
pretty little ten-year old girl who had given me the flowers at this
morning's welcoming ceremony. She stood no more than four feet high,
and had skinny, delicate limbs.

"What's your name?" Ms Li asked. "Zhang Xiaoyan, novice gymnast, third
grade," was her military-style answer. Her name meant Little Sparrow.
"Well, Little Sparrow, you did very well at the ceremony this
morning." "Thank you, Ms. Secretary." "I also understand you're doing
very well in your lessons, especially history. Here's something for
you." Ms. Li took a bowl and filled it with about a dozen Chaonu
catterpillars. She handed the bowl to Little Sparrow along with a pair
of chopsticks.

Little Sparrow looked at the bowl of wriggling caterpillars the way
another kid would have looked at a bowl filled with her favourite
candy. She smiled at Ms. Li and hungrily began to scoop its contents
into her mouth. 

Her classmates stood near her, watching with anticipation and, I
suspect, a bit of jealousy. One girl was biting her lower lip. Another
was fidgeting, rubbing her arms. I think that the other girls wished
that they had been selected for the demonstration.

Still chewing her first mouthful, Little Sparrow held the bowl and
chopsticks in one hand while she was pumping an imaginary dumbell with
the other. Incredibly, her bicep was increasing with every instant. As
she swallowed another mouthful, she switched the bowl to her other
hand and flexed her other arm. Her muscles stretched her leotard to
the point where it looked like it would rip. She shuddered as if bolts
of electricity shot through her increasingly muscular body. Finally
she finished the bowl and dropped it to the floor. The other girls
swooped down to see if there was a stray caterpillar to be had.
Meanwhile Little Sparrow flexed her new muscles, obviously luxuriating
in the feeling of strength and power that filled her body.

I approached her. "How do you feel, Little Sparrow?" I asked. A little
bit of juice trickled down the corner of her mouth as she swallowed
the last mouthful. Her entire body seemed to quiver with power. "Mmm.
Feels so good," she said in her little girl's voice. " I feel strong
enough to lift up a bus. A locomotive, even." She flexed her huge
bicep and invited me to touch it. I had never felt such hard human
flesh before in my life. Her body was unbelievable. I could not
believe that this was the same skinny little girl who had given me
flowers just some hours earlier. Her shoulders were broad and wide,
like two round volleyballs. Her chest and back grew deep and full,
tapering down to a tiny waist. Her upper arms were massive, nearly the
size of basketballs. Her legs rippled and bulged with large, hard,
vascular muscle. Her thighs were huge and striated, while her calves
turned to rock-hard diamonds. You've seen gymnasts rearrange the seat
of their leotards to cover their posterior after an exercise; this was
impossible for Little Sparrow. The seat of her leotard disappeared
between the two globes of her massively developed glutes.

Her teammates crowded around her, running their hands over her,
feeling her muscles. Little Sparrow flexed her biceps for them. She
let two girls climb up on her shoulders, and she easily lifted up two
others in the palm of her hands. She walked around carrying four girls
without any sign of difficulty.

"All right!" the coach bellowed. "Get back to your training! Novice
gymnast third grade Zhang! Weight training today!" While the other
girls returned to the balance beam and the other apparatus, Little
Sparrow hopped to the barbell section, where a huge weight was set up
for her. I saw that it was much larger than the Olympic clean-and-jerk
record for super-heavyweight men. Little Sparrow curled her fingers
around the bar, and with a little high-pitched grunt, she snatched it
over her head.

I was blown away. Here I was, an Olympic official, witnessing the
shattering of every Olympic and World record in weightlifting in human
history, by a ten-year old girl! Not only did she lift the weight with
ease, she actually did shoulder presses with it, ten or twelve times.

Trying to disguise my sense of shock, I asked Ms. Li how long Little
Sparrow would remain that way. "Only about an hour," she replied.
"When we reward girls in this way we have them hit the weights. If
Little Sparrow were to use the gymnastics equipment now, it's likely
that she would damage something."

"Since the caterpillars obviously work so well, why don't you have
your  athletes eat a bowl of them just before competition?" I was
wondering what would be Ms. Li answer. I suspect that the real answer
was that the Chinese are well aware that this would be cheating.
"Well, for most sports so much muscle and strength is not necessary;
but even for weightlifting, we only want to win medals, we don't want
to ruin the competition for other countries." In other words, we'll
cheat, but not so much that it makes the competition boring or
irrelevant.

How about in training, I asked. Why are not all the girls given as
much strength as Little Sparrow? "These caterpillars are very rare and
expensive. We have enough for our training purposes, and a little bit
left over for a special treat once in a while. If we were to give a
bowl of caterpillars to each girl every day, the Chaonu butterfly
would soon become extinct." "...and then where would China's medal
hopes be?" I asked myself.

As it is, I found out, Chinese entomologists were working hard to
adapt the Chaonu butterfly to different climates and sources of food.
They were also trying to breed a "Super Caterpillar", which would be
several times more potent. 

"I've seen enough," I told Ms. Li. "I'm going to recommend that the
International Olympic Committee ban the use of caterpillar fungus for
all future competitions."

Ms. Li was taken aback. "But it's a perfectly natural product, not a
drug."

"Drugs don't have to be chemical to be banned. I'm sure our scientists
can find a test for whatever substance there is in those insects that
has these effects. I'm also going to recommend that the Committee
investigate the past abuses of this substance and revoke any medals or
records acheived by Chinese athletes competing under the influence of
this drug. I would not be surprised if China's standing within the
Olympic Movement would fall under question as a result." As my
staccato Mandarin was falling on her ears, Ms. Li was getting visibly
angrier and angrier. Her face was getting red.

Without saying a word, Ms. Li strode over to the aquarium containing
the caterpillars. She took out a handful and called some of the girls
lifting weights to come closer. Five girls, each about sixteen years
old, went to her. She distributed a handful of caterpillars to each of
them. Surprised at this unexpected treat, the girls quickly chewed and
swallowed the gift. All of a sudden their muscles began to grow even
bigger and harder, stretching their t-shirts and shorts. One girl
flexed her bulging biceps, which were criss-crossed with hard,
throbbing veins. Another rubbed her rock-hard thighs, which quivered
with strong, striated muscle. Still another massaged her muscular
pecs, and her nipples hardened to the point that they seemed that they
would poke right out of her t-shirt. One girl felt her hard abdominal
muscles, obviously revelling in their new bumps. Their muscularity
increased to the point that each of them was now much stronger than I
was, despite my athletic background and burly frame.

Ms. Li ordered the girls to guard the exit, and they promptly obeyed.
Understandably, they expressed loyalty to whomever could grant them
the gift of superhuman strength. They stood at the exit, fists on
their hips, defying anyone to challenge their strength and try to leave.

"See here," I said to Ms. Li, "I'm an official with the International
Olympic Committee. You can't impede my movements. You can't threaten
me with violence. The Committee will hear about this."

Ms. Li said, "Oh, it's not violence. It's only... friendly
persuasion." With that, she reached her hand in the aquarium and took
out another handful of Chaonu caterpillars. She quickly started to eat
them herself. Within seconds, as she was licking her fingers, her
entire body began to bulge with increasingly large muscles. First her
shoulders, then her biceps, then her chest began to fill her white
blouse. Buttons popped, seams ripped, as her increasing muscularity
could not be contained by her clothing. The seat of her pants split
open as large, powerful buttocks and thighs proved too big for them.

"Mmmmm, aaaaaaah...", she moaned. "I've never felt THIS strong
before!" She flexed her arms repeatedly, and her sleeves ripped to
mere shreds with every movement. The cleavage of her massive muscular
chest was plainly visible as the buttons of her blouse gave way to the
growth of her pectoral muscles. Her huge thighs burst right out of her
light, Chinese-made cotton trousers.

Ms. Li went from a slim, petite woman to a magnificent specimen of
feminine muscle in mere seconds. She simply reeked with muscularity.
Her eyes closed, she took a few moments to enjoy the sensation of
strength which filled every sinew of her body. She flexed every
bodypart, relishing the power blasting through her muscles. Her
fingers travelled over her body, as every nerve ending tingled with
excitement. She couldn't resist the urge to test her new strength: she
picked up a 500-pound barbell off the floor with one hand, and
proceeded to bend it to a pretzel-shape. While she was busy doing
this, I decided to take my chance to escape.

I was met at the exit by the five tough-looking strong girls. I tried
to bluff and charm my way through, telling them that I would give high
marks to their school in my report to the Olympic Committee. They
responded by flipping me down on the mat and holding my limbs down. I
was amazed at their strength. I'm no weakling, but I found it
impossible to move with my head, arms and legs in their grip of steel.

Ms. Li finished her strength demonstration and strode over to where I
lay, pinned by the super-schoolgirls. She stood over me and from my
vantage point on the floor, she seemed like a giantess. Her clothes
were ripped, but she did not seem to care that I could see her breasts
and genitals. In a loud, proud voice, she declared that she would
"teach me a lesson for taking away the dreams of little girls". 

I don't remember much after that. I have vague recollections of my
head being squeezed between Ms. Li's powerful naked thighs. I remember
inhaling the raunchy, sweaty odours of her moist vagina as I quickly
lost consciousness.

I awoke in a hospital bed, in a ward with grayish, peeling walls. Ms.
Li was sitting at my bedside. Her body was back to normal. She called
the nurse when she saw that I had regained consciousness. My head was
throbbing. Ms. Li put a cool wet cloth over my forehead. She
apologized for what happened. She claimed that she meant only to scare
me a little, not to hurt me seriously. She said that she didn't know
her own strength.

The doctor gave me a clean bill of health and gave me permission to
travel. I chose to return to Geneva without continuing my itinerary.
My full report will be upcoming soon.

As far as the bodily assault is concerned, I ask the committee to
disregard it. It was done in a fit of anger. If Ms. Li had intended to
kill me, she could easily have done so. Not only could she have
crushed my skull between her massive thighs, but she could have
force-fed me one of those poisonous caterpillars. I am therefore
convinced that she had not intended to murder me, and that her assault
on me was the result of a momentary fit of anger.

END OF OFFICIAL REPORT


>From Doctor Stone's diary:

The night before I was to return to Geneva, Ms. Li paid me a surprise
visit to my hotel room in Beijing. She looked magnificent, her lithe
frame dressed beautifully in a traditional red silk qi-pao dress. It
was embroidered with flowers, which matched the orchid that she wore
in her hair. Her slender arms were bare and her slim left thigh was
visible through the slit in her skirt.

"Ms. Li!" I exclaimed, astonished. "To what do I owe the pleasure of
this visit?" I was amazed at how beautiful and feminine she looked in
that traditional red dress. Without saying a word, she produced a jar
full of Chaonu caterpillars from behind her back. I was afraid there
would be more violence. Perhaps she came to finish me off, I thought.
But she just slipped past me, kicked off her shoes and sat down on the
bed. She put the jar on the bedside table, unscrewed the lid and took
a few of the caterpillars out. She popped them in her mouth and
started chewing.

Her body shuddered and writhed as her muscles began to grow. Her
qi-pao dress began to fill out with large, defined sinewy bulges. Her
breasts rose and seemed to be about to burst out of her dress as her
chest muscles kept expanding. Her bare arms and legs began to swell
with mind-boggling muscularity. Her short skirt was unable to contain
the growth of her buttocks; it started ripping so she hiked it up,
revealing that she was not wearing any panties. Her crotch was visibly
moist, and I could even smell the odor of her pungent love juices. She
covered her exposed vagina with her hand. I thought at first that she
was trying to hide it from my view, but then I realized that she was
masturbating. She furiously rubbed her clitoris with one finger while
inserting the fingers of her other hand deep inside her snatch. Her
face turned red with mounting sexual excitement until she finally came
with tremendous spasms and terrific moans. 

Without taking off her clothes, Ms. Li dipped her cum-stained fingers
in the jar again. She swallowed another pinch of caterpillars. This
time her dress could not withstand her expanding muscularity. The
strong silk fabric ripped as if it were tissue paper. She ran her
hands over her arms, her legs, her abs, all over her magnificent body,
brushing away the last shreds of clothing as she did so. Her hands
stopped at her moist snatch, and she parted her cunt lips. Her dark
eyes met mine. "Fuck me", she said in English. I was a little bit
surprised that she knew the word. Needless to say, I took off my
clothes and joined her in bed. I had never made love to such a
powerful woman before. I began by kissing her scented skin all over,
marvelling at the hardness of her flesh. Eventually I buried my mouth
and tongue deep inside her pungent pussy. I was a little nervous about
putting my head between her muscular thighs. If she were to close her
legs, out of passion or malice, then my skull would surely get
crushed. I licked her clitoris until she came once, twice, three
times. Her entire body quivered and shuddered with pleasure, but
fortunately I emerged with my cranium intact. I put my hard cock deep
inside her and fucked her with all my might.

We screwed all night. The reputation that Chinese women have for
sexual prowess seems well-deserved. After about an hour, when the
effects of the caterpillar juice ran out, I kept making love to her
weak, feminine body. I was enjoying the sensation of finally being the
stronger, dominant one, but from her movements I could tell that she
was reaching for something on the bedside table. She took a handful of
caterpillars out the jar and put them in her mouth. While I was on top
of her, Ms. Li's muscles grew. The sensation of her arms increasing in
strength even as I was caressing them was absolutely wild. Her twat
muscles tightened their grip on my phallus, and it was not long before
I came to a climax and ejaculated. As a physiologist, I know it's
impossible, but it felt as if I could have filled a bucket with my
sperm.

I was spent. For the next hour until her muscularity subsided, I
rubbed, kissed and caressed her powerful arms, back and legs. I was
filled with a mixture of contentment and remorse. Content from making
love to such a sexy woman, remorseful because it was my first
extramarital affair. My wife and I had just become separated, and it
felt wrong to me to sleep with another woman so soon. When Ms. Li
returned to normal, we fell asleep.

When I awoke, Ms. Li had disappeared, along with one of my bathrobes.
Obviously, she could not go out in downtown Beijing wearing a tattered
dress. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that she had left the jar
of caterpillars on the bedside table. Had she forgotten it in her
haste to return home? Did she leave it on purpose, in order to
apologize for hurting me and thank me for the sex? I still don't know.
I haven't had a chance to speak with her again.

I stuffed the jar inside a diplomatic pouch and headed for the
airport. In my work as an IOC commissioner I am entitled to transport
documents and other items free from the scrutiny of airport security
officials and customs agents. I seldom need to use a diplomatic pouch,
but this time it was necessary. I didn't want the Chinese to discover
that I was smuggling Chaonu caterpillars out of their country, and I
didn't want to have to explain to Swiss authorities why I was trying
to import live insects into Switzerland.

I brought the caterpillars to my laboratory in Geneva and began
breeding and studying them. Not having access to the secret Chinese
research on these insects, I had to start from scratch. I performed
complete chemical analyses on the caterpillar's juices, its fungus,
its soft tissues. Nothing could explain why it was so poisonous to
males, and nothing could explain what it was that could make girls and
women so strong.

Having come to a dead end, I showed my specimens to the resident
entomobiologist at the University of Geneva, Dr. Heidi Schlossberg. I
was happy to finally have an excuse to speak with Dr. Schlossberg. She
is easily the loveliest woman in the Science faculty. An uncommonally
pretty blonde woman in her early thirties, she stood about 5 foot
seven, with a very slim build. She always wore her long honey-blonde
hair in a braid, and I have only seen her beautiful blue eyes through
the lenses of her old-fashioned "granny-glasses". I have always
admired her at a distance. We were acquainted only briefly, at
Christmas parties for the faculty and the like. She struck me as a
very reserved, serious academic. I was sure that I had never seen her
smile. I mused that she had better relationships with insects than
with people. When I approached her with the Chaonu caterpillars, she
was very excited to see a previously unknown species. For the first
few days she replicated my experiments and came to the same lack of
conclusions. 

I told her about the effects I had witnessed in China, and at first
she could not believe me. She refused to try it herself: even though
she was an entomologist, she wrinkled her nose at the idea of eating
caterpillars. She knew that many cultures around the world incorporate
insects in their diet, but I suspect that it was not so much the idea
of eating live, wriggling green things that disgusted her. She was
probably one of those women who felt that feminine muscles was a
contradiction in terms. Most of the time she wore a white lab coat. On
days when I saw her with short sleeves I saw that her arms were very
skinny. Her legs did have a hint of muscle, because she was an avid
cyclist. She usually wore shorts and skirts in the summer, and I saw
that she had nicely toned, solid-looking thighs and calves.

One hot day we were having lunch in the staff cafeteria at the
University. Heidi wore her lab coat over a peach-coloured tank top and
baggy beige shorts that went to the middle of her thighs. I could see
that she wore no bra over her small pert breasts so that her nipples
showed through her shirt. I was beginning to find her very attractive,
and I wondered what she would look like with a little bit of muscle. I
happened to have a sample of the powdered fungus in a little vial in
my pocket, about the equivalent of one caterpillar. While she wasn't
looking, I sprinkled it on her food. We continued eating, and I tried
to look as innocent as possible. Soon she said, "Is it my imagination,
or is it suddenly very hot in here?" 

She took off her lab coat and draped it over her chair. Then she
gasped. "My arms! They've swollen!" Indeed, her arms had gotten a
little bigger. She pushed on her bicep with her fingers, and said that
they felt as hard as rock. It immediately dawned on her what had
happened, and she glared at me with anger in her lovely face. "Dr.
Stone! You did this! Without asking permission! How... how could you?
How would you like it if I slipped some of that stuff in your food?" 

I felt chastened by her reaction. I mumbled, "If you did that, it
would probably kill me." Her lovely eyes flashed with anger.
"Precisely!" she answered. "It's not something to play with! That was
very unprofessional, Dr. Stone. I'm very disappointed in you." She
gathered up her lab coat, covered herself with it, and walked off in
sobs. As I watched her walk away I couldn't help but notice how her
calves and butt looked even lovelier and shapelier than before.

I felt ashamed of myself. It was a silly, childish stunt. I felt
determined to find Heidi so that I could apologize to her. I looked
all over the campus but I couldn't find her. Finally, after about an
hour, I looked in the last place I could think of. I found her in the
gym's weight room.

She was lying down on a bench, repeatedly lifting a huge weight off
her chest. She was far more muscular than when she left the cafeteria.
The hem of her shorts were slightly ripped by her huge, hard, bulging
thighs. Her hard nipples almost tore holes in her blouse, and her
small breasts were accentuated by hard slabs of striated pectoral
muscles. Her naked arms had turned into a hard mass of rippling,
bulging muscle and swollen veins. Her rhythmic breathing became
increasingly laboured as she pressed the enourmous weight. She moaned
and groaned under the effort. If you closed your eyes, it sounded
exactly like a woman about to climax during sexual intercourse.

Other students were in the gym, but none could concentrate on their
own workout. The sexual energy in that room was almost unbearable. The
young men stood around, pretending not to stare at Heidi. It was plain
from the bulges in their sweatpants that she was having a terrific
effect on them. The young women stared even more blatantly. Some
sneered in disapproval, others seemed to be in a trance-like shock,
and one even had her hand in her shorts, not caring or even noticing
that others could see her masturbate.

With a feminine grunt which sounded more like a squeal, Heidi put the
bar back on the rack. She got up from the bench and saw me. Much to my
relief, her face showed no trace of anger. Her face lit up with an
adorable smile. "Dr. Stone! Isn't it wonderful?" She flexed her
incredible body. Biceps the size of grapefruits. Shoulders the size of
melons. Magnificently developed legs. "I never thought being strong
could feel so good. Thank you, Dr. Stone. For the first time in my
life, I love my body." 

Heidi explained that after she left the cafeteria she felt used and
humiliated. She went to the ladies' room to cry. She thought my action
was a sign that I didn't respect her. After she wept for a few
minutes, she went to the mirror to look at herself. She flexed her
biceps. Tiny bumps formed in her arms. A strange new feeling came over
her. She was excited with her new muscle. She was dying to see how
strong she had become. She went to the lab to get some more of the
powdered caterpillar fungus and headed for the gym. Never before
having touched a weight, she took her cues from the other people
there. She lifted the heaviest weights she could find. The more she
lifted, the more she wanted to lift. So she took larger and larger
doses of the caterpillar fungus. The more her muscles grew, the more
she wanted them to grow. The stronger she became, the stronger she
wanted to become.

"How much of the powder did you take?" I asked her. She showed me the
beaker. I estimated that it was the equivalent of five caterpillars.
Her physique was astounding. She looked like she could easily win any
bodybuilding competition in Europe, perhaps the world. 

She seemed to notice for the first time that everyone in the gym was
looking at her. Pleased with the attention, she began flexing her
muscles for her audience. Her clothes came dangerously close to
tearing off her body. Suddenly, the effect of the caterpillar fungus
wore off and her muscles quickly shrank back to normal size. Her
chagrin was obvious. "No... No!" she cried. "My strength! My beautiful
strength! What happened?" I had to remind her that the anabolic effect
of the drug was short-lived. She rubbed her weak arms, almost in
tears. "I want more... let's go back to the lab. Let me have some
more," she pleaded. 

What could I do? I couldn't let her destroy my work by swallowing
every sample of caterpillar fungus I had. I shook my head and said,
"let me drive you home, Heidi." Whereby she burst into tears and began
hitting me with her puny fists against my chest. I held on to her to
stop her stinging blows. As soon as she realized how weak she had
again become she heaved deep, heart-rending sobs. I felt so sorry for
her. This was all because of my little prank. It's unfair to give so
much power to someone only to take it away again. I put my arms around
her and marched her out of the gym, away from the prying eyes of
strangers. The students in the weight room must be completely
confused. Here was a beautiful blonde woman who appeared out of
nowhere, acquiring superhuman strength within minutes only to lose it
again. I wonder what wild theories they would come up to explain what
they had seen. I'm sure that many of them will get close to the truth:
that Dr. Stone is experimenting with strength drugs on women faculty
of the University. I hoped that not too many of these rumours would
reach the ears of the Board of Directors.

As I drove her home, Heidi confided in me. "When I was a little girl I
was molested by my uncle. I grew up hating men. I wasn't a lesbian; I
was basically frigid, even asexual. I realize that I grew up to be an
attractive woman, and that made me hate my body. Men were pursuing me,
asking me out on dates. I always refused. My uncle abused and
manipulated me, and I was sure that all these men would do the same.
So I became an entomologist. I preffered the company of fruit flies to
that of men. As a girl and as a woman I felt powerless, but studying
insects was good for my psychic well-being. At least compared to
insects I was a powerful being."

She sighed. "When you put the caterpillar fungus in my food I felt as
if once again a man was using my body for his own purposes. I felt
like that frightened, confused little girl all over again. But then
when I saw how healthy and strong I looked in the mirror my feelings
began to change. Never in my life have I ever felt so powerful. I felt
more energetic and alive than I have ever believed possible. I took
all the powder I could find in the lab and went to the gym to see how
strong I could become."

She looked down at her skinny arms and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, Doctor Stone... it felt so wonderful to be strong and muscular.
For a few moments I felt confident enough to face men, to face my
past..." her voice trailed off as we pulled up to her apartment.

Poor kid, I thought. Her feminine weakness was a curse, and I had the
power to remedy it. I told her, "Dr. Schlossberg..."

She blushed. "Call me Heidi," she said.

"Heidi, we're going to have to do a lot more tests on the Chaonu
caterpillar fungus. Would you consent to being a test subject?"

She answered by spontaneously throwing her arms around me. As I
recovered from the surprise of her hug, it dawned on me that this was
the first time she had probably hugged a man in her life. She looked
into my eyes and stuttered something about coming upstairs for a
drink. I don't know what she feared most, the rejection she would feel
if I refused, or what might happen if I accepted. I decided to accept,
being very careful to avoid jumping to conclusions. Her personality
was very fragile, so I would let her set the pace so as not to make
her feel uncomfortable. I brought my briefcase up, ostensibly so that
we could review some of our work.

As soon as we got upstairs and entered her apartment she locked the
door and kissed me full on the lips. For someone who had never kissed
anyone in her adult life, she was terrific. She excused herself and
retreated to the bedroom. I looked around her flat. Typical
surroundings that you would expect from a shy, bookish academic.
Books, tonnes of them. Poster of Einstein on the wall. Everything was
neat and feminine. She came out of the bedroom wearing a short
nightie, her long blonde hair loosened from its braid. She looked
delectable.

Nervously she approached me and began to help me out of my clothes. We
made our way to the bedroom. I was touched about how childlike and
vulnerable Heidi was. Even her bedroom reflected a nostalgia for a
shattered childhood: teddy bears and crinoline everywhere. Gently,
lovingly, I began to caress her. Such a beautiful woman, and yet so
inexperienced, so starved for love.

She was so frightened she shook like a leaf. She was not a virgin (her
nasty uncle had seen to that) and she probably felt unpleasant
childhood memories intermingling with her womanly desires. I took my
time with foreplay, making her feel loved and appreciated. But her
vagina was still very dry. I could tell that she felt horribly
insecure. Then I remembered that I had something in my briefcase which
might help her feel more at ease.

I gave her a good long kiss and told her that I would be right back. I
ran to the fridge to get a bottle of white wine and two glasses. Then
I got the little vial out of my briefcase. I had brought some of my
caterpillar sample home to study in my basement lab. When she saw me
coming with the wine and the fungus powder she giggled with delight. I
poured two glasses of wine, and emptied the contents of the vial into
hers. She sipped it with trembling anticipation. It didn't take long
for her form to change. Her muscularity increased with each passing
second, right before our eyes. I caressed her skin as she was growing,
and I could feel her muscles becoming bigger and harder. My fingers
found her pussy. She was now hot, wet, and ready from her excitement.

We made love until we both fell fast asleep. When I woke up and found
her pretty face against my arm I didn't feel remorse the way I did
when I had sex with Ms. Li. At that time, I was under the influence of
sheer lust. This time, I felt real affection for Heidi, and compassion
for her sad and troubled soul. I was glad to have been able to help
her deal with her past. In all my years in medicine, I have never
healed a deeper wound.

Back at work the next day, I pressed on with my research. The stakes
had changed. My experience with Heidi has changed the focus of my
work. Screw the I.O.C., screw His Excellency Sr. Juan Antonio
Samaranch. This was more important than whether a few Chinese girls
won some medals unfairly. The real issue was one of genuine
unfairness. What really mattered was that millions of women have felt
powerless in a man's world and that it was now time to redress the
imbalance. Women are beaten, raped and killed by abusive men every
day. This little green caterpillar might be able to change the world
in some small way.

So, instead of trying to find ways to detect the presence of the
caterpillar fungus in the body, I decided to focus my work on trying
to improve the effectiveness of the drug. Heidi and I worked everyday
to create a formula that would lengthen the strength-building effects.
When Ms. Li was informed of my change of attitude, she sent me all the
relevant Chinese literature on the subject. Some day soon Heidi and I
are expecting a breakthrough (and a child, too, by the way).

I divorced my wife (she adamantly refused to use the caterpillar
fungus) and married Heidi. On our wedding night she took an extra
large dose of the caterpillar fungus. It was the best sex I had ever
had in my whole life.

The End.




==
R.B., "editor" of Femgrowth
e-mail: femgrowth@yahoo.com

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girls and women who have developed a high degree of muscular strength.
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