Hillary Grows Muscle 

The first lady gets to become a powerful giantess 
Update: 29/09/1997 to misc2
 
 
     Tim Russell was shocked whan the invitation came to him.
Dinner at The White House, with the President and his wife.
As the head of the governments' Gene-identifying program, he
had quickly gained recognition in the eyes of his colleagues
and superiors with his incredible work. In a short period of
time he had identified many genes that caused hereditary
disease.  He also had a side project for The Defense Depart-
ment that utilized his methods in a different way. Its name
was "Project Growth." Using the genes identified for muscular
growth and height control, he had been able to naturally
increase the strength and size of laboratory rats to
astonish-degrees. Our government wanted this done to create
an incredibly large and strong secret force. At the present
time, he had not tested this method out on any human subject.
Perhaps that was what this meeting was about.
 
     He was put through an elaborate search before allowed to
enter the famed building. Usually he was not the nervous type
but this was by far the most unusual dinner invitation that
he had ever recieved. He was seated by himself and waited for
the couple to arrive. Beads of sweat formed on his forhead
which he quickly wiped off with his dinner napkin. There was
a group of voices coming from the next room as he he heard
people walking towards the dining area. This was it! In
walked the President flanked by an assistant and a secret
service agent. The president came right over to him as Tim
rose from his chair
     "Mr. Russell, I'm so glad you could make it. Hillary
will be down in a minute, but why don't we get started with a
cocktail."
 
     Tim just nodded his head, still a little bit in awe of
the situation. A waiter came over and he took  his drink
order. The President, trying to make his guest feel more com-
fortable, made small talk.
     "So Mr. Russell, do you play any golf?"
 
     "Not really Mr. President, I"
     "Please call me Bill."
 
     Tim still couldn't believe this was happening, it all
seemed surreal.
     "Well Bill, I'm afraid not. My work doesn't allow me
much free time. Besides, I'm not much of a golfer when I've
had the chance."
 
     "I'll tell you what, when you finish up on this project
of yours, you and I will hit the links together, alright?"
     It was more of an order than a question, so Tim just
nodded his head agreeingly.
 
     "And who might this young man be?"
 
     Timothy was startled as he heard a womans' voice come
from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Hillary
Clinton. He was shocked to see that she was much more
attractive in person than he thought she would be.
     "Uh Mrs. President, my name is Timothy Russell, and it's
my honor to meet you."
     Hillary smiled, she loved having this affect on people,
men especially.
     "It's my pleasure Timothy," she shook his hand and he
noted that she had an especially firm grip.
     "Now why don't we sit down and enjoy dinner, shall we?"
 
     Timothy sat in his chair and stared at her momentarily,
he couldn't believe how much prettier she was in person. As
they began making small talk, Hillary grew curious about ex-
actly what Timothy did. She knew that he was a scientist of
some sort, but in order to be invited to the White House for
dinner he had to have done something extraordinary.
     "So tell me Timothy, just exactly is your field of ex-
pertise?," she asked him with a slight hint of boredom in her
voice.
 
     "Well Mrs. President, I specialiize in Biogenetic
research. Right now I'm part of the governments' project in
mapping out and identifying all the genes of the body. Our
work has had moderate success, but my sidework has produced
an amazing breakthrough."
 
     Her curiousity was raised even more, "Oh really? And
what exactly is your little side project about?"
 
     "Its called "Project Growth", and its' going to help the
United States have the first superhuman fighting unit.
Soldiers that have thousands of times the strength of normal
people, bullet-proof skin, and resistant to all forms of
chemical and biological warfare. Your talking about very dan-
gereous individuals."
 
     "Dangerous to the enemies you mean Timothy," the
President cut in, trying to steer the conversation in a diff-
erent direction.
     "Let's talk about other benefits of your gene-identify-
ing system you got there. Hillary, listen to this, soon
cancer and other genetic diseases will be a thing of the
past. Hillary, Hillary are you listening to me?"
 
     But Hillary wasn't listening to him, she was already
planning out her foray into the world of genetic manipulation
A foray that would produuce big changes in her life.
 
 
     The next day Hillary seeked out the number of Timothy's
research lab. Going into her study, she closed the door and
dialed his number. After 2 rings Timothy picked up at his end
     "Hello?"
 
     "Timothy darling, I was very intrigued by your study
that you told us about last night."
 
     "Who is this? Susan, is that you? Are you yanking my
chain again?"
 
     "Timothy, this is Hillary Clinton, and I don't believe
I'm yanking your chain."
 
     He quickly relized by her tone of voice that she wasn't
joking around. It really was Hillary Clinton.
     "I'm glad that you found it interesting. Most people
think that gene-identifying is boring stuff, I'm glad that
you can appreciate its potential."
 
     "I'm not referring to that study, I'm referring to your
side project, "Project Growth" I believe it was called. I'd
like to find out a little more about it. In fact, I wanted to
set up a meeting so you can experiment a little on me."
 
     He was blown away, scared a little, but excited nonethe-
less. He had reservations though. Like what exactly did she
have in mind, and more importantly, how would the President
like having his wife experimented on.
     "Oh I don't know Mrs. President, what would happen if
the President found out?"
 
     "Don't worry. I fully intend for him to find out, I'm
hoping that I'll be hard to notice. Now let me tell you what
I have in mind and you tell me if your able to do it,
alright?"
 
     Timothy thought about it for a second, what was the
worst that could happen to him? And besides, he was being
ordered to do it by the Presidents' wife.
     "Alright Mrs. Prsident, tell me what you have in mind."
 
 
 
 
     Hillary went through the large reinforced door, her
heart was beating rapidly. The anticipation of what was a-
bout to happen to her filled her with incredible excitement.
     Walking up to the lab door, she paused for a second.
Looking down at her plump thighs and puffy midsection, she
knew that she was making the correct decision. Power that she
had always craved was at her fingertips. Holding her over-
sized bag at her side, she walked into the lab.  Timothy was
behind his large computer desk waiting for her.
     "Good-evening Mrs. President, I was curious if you were
going to show up."
 
     "Timothy my dear boy, I wasn't about to let an oppurtu-
nity like this escape me. What do you say, shall we get
started?"
 
     He walked over to her with the needle in his hand. Not-
icing her bag, he inquired about its contents.
     She patted it lovingly, "Let's just say its my new out-
fit made especially for a very large woman. I just hope you
are not wasting my time and I'm able to fill it out."
 
     Confidant in his abilties he reassurred the first lady,
"Don't worry maam, I'm quite sure that no matter how big your
outfit is, by the time I'm through with you it will be a
tight fit!"
 
     A smiled washed across Hillarys' face, "Excellent, that
is exactly what I wanted to hear!"
 
     Timothy smiled, this woman was willing to take it to the
limit, and thats just what he intended to do with her. He
rolled up her sleeve and withdrew her blood. She winced as
the needle penetrated her skin. She never did like needles.
     "Alright Mrs. President, give me ten minutes to analyze
your blood, make the necessary adjustments, and we'll be all
set!"
     She sat down on a chair trying to remain calm. She was
as excited as a child on Christmas morning.
     "Umm, Mrs. President, you might want to change into the
clothes I have over there. They will stretch to accomodate
the changes in your body until you can put on your new outfit
 
     Looking over her clothing, a formal skirt, blouse, and
flats, she decided against it.
     "No thank you. I want to feel myself growing right out
of my clothes. To feel the fabric stretching out against my
ever-increasing musculature and size, that is a big part of
the process! You'll just have to promise me that you'll
close your eyes."
     "You have my word, Mrs. President. Alright, lets confirm
the exact details of your growth. You wish to grow to a
height of 10 feet tall."
                  "Correct"
     "You wish to weigh approximately 750 pounds?"
                  "Give or take ten pounds, yes."
     "You wish for your measurements to be as follows
         Biceps: 65 inches
         Forearms : 40 inches
         Thighs: 100 inches
         Calves: 65 inches
         Waist: 45 inches
         Breasts: 250ZZZ
                 "Those are some awefully large measurements,
but yes, I like the sound of all of them."
 
     Timothy shifted in his chair, this woman would soon be
the largest, most muscular, and most powerful person alive.
     "Along with the obvious changes there will be an acom-
panying change to your internal organs and bone density to
account for your increased musclemass. Your skin will be
hardened to a degree that its able to withstand pointblank
gunfire from anything out on the street. You will in effect
become a superwoman. Are you ready?"
 
     She took a deep breath, "I'm all set, let's go!"
 
     Timothy injected Hillary with the augmented blood, her
own blood that had been mixed with hormones that would pro-
duce amazing results.
     "Oww, that hurt like hell," Hillary cried out. Soon she
would not be able to feel pain from something as harmless as
a needle.
     "Well, how long do I have to wait?"
 
     Timothy laughed at her impatience, "It is already mixing
within your body. It will happen any minute."
 
     Hillary made a muscle in her arm, it still was soft and
flabby, small and weak. "I can't believe that soon I'll have
the largest arms in the world!"
     She began to feel a strange feeling come over her. Her
clothing was ever so slowly being stretched out over her body
It had begun! Her body was filling up with an incredible
surge of power, power that she had never imagined she would
possess. A huge smile broke out over her face as she saw her
arm muscles growing larger and larger. Her sleeves pulled
tight as her arms swelled with muscle. Her blouse stretched
tight around her bellowing breasts, each breath caused them
to grow bigger and bigger. Her dress appeared to be losing
its fight with her growing thighs. Small tears formed and the
fabric slowly pulled away revealing more and more of her iron
hard massive thighs. Her height was increasing as well as her
feet quickly outgrew her shoes. Timothy stepped back to see
what his hard work had produced, a still-growing gigantic a-
mazon.
     "My god, y-you're unfucking believable huuuuuuge!," he
stammered outloud.
     Hillary smiled as she looked down at him. He was right,
she was huge. And this was only the beginning. As she reached
7 feet in height all of her clothing had been destroyed by
her outragous musculature. She flexed her arms repeatedly,
each time they grew larger and larger. Her thighs were
already larger than Timothys' chest.
     "This feels sooooooo incredible," she practically moaned
out loud.
     Her entire body continued growing at a fantastic rate.
Her shoulders were becoming larger and wider with every pass-
ing second. They appeared as if she was wearing shoulder pads
under her skin. She had reached 8 feet in height and now Tim
barely came up to her bare breasts. Each one was twice the
size of his head. Soon he would have a direct eye view with
her vagina!
     She continued flexing her new muscles. Each time when
he thought they she had stopped growing, her new pose made
him realize that she still had quite a ways to go. The layer
of fat that once covered her body had disappeared and had
been replaced with layer upon layer of superhuman muscle. Her
body had become a human anatomy chart of muscle, one of
extremely exaggerated porportions. To compare her to any
other person would be like comparing and elephant to and ant.
The vein in her bicep alone looked as if it was bigger than
Tim's entire arm!
     Soon she had reached her intented height of 10 feet, his
face only came up to her pussy, just like he thought it would
In a span of 10 minutes she had been transformed from a
slightly overweight and fairly weak woman to the most power-
ful, muscular, and titanic person ever! And she knew it as
well.
     "Well Timothy, what do you think of my new muscles,"
she asked as she flexed her monstrous bicep.
 
     She was so big it was almost laughable, he thought.
Wait until the President gets his first look at his new wife.
Gennifer Flowers better go into hiding.
     "Well Mrs. President..."
 
     "Call me Hillary, from now on only you may call me by my
first name."
 
     "Okay Hillary, I was wondering if I could still beat you
in arm-wrestling," he half-joked. Deep down he knew that he
wanted to explore every crevice of her new musculature. To
feel just how powerful she had grown. In this case he new
that appearances wouldn't be deceiving.
 
     Hillary smiled at his challenged, she was anxious to
test out her new strength as well. This little man wasn't
what she had in mind, bending steel rods was more like it,
but it would be fun to play a little. She knelt down to the
floor, still she towered over Tim, and extended her massive
right arm.
     "Are you ready for me?," she challenged him, smiling at
the size difference between their arms. Her arms were litera-
lly three times the size of his head. Timothy felt himself
growing completely erect, turned on by the sheer size of this
woman. Little did she know the surprise that he had in store
for her.
     "Be gentle with me okay?," she teased him as he reached
into her huge hand to begin.
 
     "Ready? Set....Go!"
 
     Hillary pushed down with considerable force and surpri-
singly Tim's arm didn't move even slightly. An amazed look
swept across her face, a look that Tim saw right away. Her
arm strained visibly at the effort of trying to push down his
arm. The veins of her arms snaked out all over as they pumped
up larger and larger. Beads of sweat formed over her forehead
as she tried in vain to move his arm. By now her arm had
become so large it appeared to have grown another 5-6 inches.
Finally, in frustration, she let go of his hand and punched
down at the wooden table, splintering it into thousands of
pieces. She was pretty strong after all.
     "Surprised?," It was his turn to tease. "Did you think
that I would not test this wonderful discovery out on myself
as well? I decided not to alter my body size, but I've in-
creased my strength to superhuman levels. Don't worry, its
not you that are weak, in fact, your the second strongest
person on the planet."
 
     Hillary was extremely disappointed. She wanted no one
to be as powerful as herself, especially a man. However, she
still had grown to immense porportions, and possessed unreal
strength. It was only natural that the inventor of this
wonderful gene therapy would experiment on himself. For now
she'd have to settle for being second-best. For now anyway.
     "Well just how strong am I?," she asked him, sounding
very disappointed.
 
     "Don't worry Hillary, look what you did to this heavy
oak desk," he motioned to the pieces splintered out all
across the floor.
     "Besides, I have another surprise for you," he began to
unzip his pants. As he did, he revealed his massive new dick.
It wasn't even hard, and yet it still was the largest Hillary
had ever seen.
     "Oh my God.....its huge!!!," she stammered out. Her jaw
hung open in disbelief.
     "How big is it? And how big does it get?," she asked as
she grew very excited at the sight of his immense tool.
 
     "Well, I'm not erect now and its a little over 10 inches
how about we find out just how big it grows?"
 
      Hillary licked her lips in anticipation of sucking on
his huge dick.
     "First let me change into my special outfit you naughty
boy."
 
     She made him turn his back as she got dressed. He grew
hard just thinking about the possibilities of her outfit.
Suddenly, her voiced called out to him, "Alright, you may
turn around."
 
     He turned around and before him towered the most amazing
sight of his young life. She was wearing a leather body-suit
that had a mesh-covering over her humongous breasts. Almost
3/4 of them were in the mesh part. It was held up by thin
straps of leather that went up around her huge upper-chest
and traveled over her impossible traps and around to her
immens back. On each wrist she had spiked bracelets that only
made her thick forearms bulge even more. She wore 12" spiked
heels on black leather boots that only came up to beneath her
calf, exposing them for all their glory. The heels only made
them bunch up to monumental porportions.
     His penis stuck out three feet in frony of him, and
throbbed with his juices. He walked over to her and began
kissing her immense steel-hard thighs. She held him by the
hair, holding him there as he worshiped her body. He couldn't
even reach around the sides of her thighs, they had grown so
large. She pushed his face into her pussy and threw her head
back in sheer delight as he licked her up and down. His head
practically disappreared into her vagina, but he worked it
like his life depended on it. Finally, they both couldn't
wait any longer.
     "Hillary, I want to fuck you so bad I'm ready to explode
 
     She looked down at him with lust in her eyes, "Put it
inside me, I want to see what it feels like. Do it, NOW!"
 
     She went down to the floor and he followed, aching to
get into her mighty snatch. As he penetrated her large hole,
he slowly inserted the rest of his outrageuos dick. Each
passing inch surprised Hillary.
     "More, deeper...DEEPER. I want it inside of me, all of
it!"
 
     He pounded away, giving it all he had. It was fortunate
that he had underwent an alteration as well or she would have
torn him in two. Her pussy pulled tighter and tighter as
every muscle in her body was pumped. Both their body's glist-
ened with sweat from the monumental effort being brought
forth. Timothy decided that he wanted a change of position,
     "Let's do it doggie-style."
 
     She readily agreed and got down on her hands and knees.
She had grown so large that he had to stand up in order to be
level with her pussy. This only made it easier for him to
pound away against her granite-like ass. He felt her ass and
hips and couldn't believe this was the same woman that had
come into his lab only an hour before. He pounded and pounded
away until finally he cummed so much that he could have
drowned a normal woman.
     He put his head up against her ass, resting from the
effort. Hillary didn't move, obviously wanting to savor the
moment.
     "That was the most incredible sex I've ever had," Tim-
othy offered to Hillary.
     "You are the most magnificent woman on the face of the
earth, do you know that?"
 
     Hillary looked at him with satisfaction, "Thank you for
providing me with the two greatest thrills of my life."
 
     She pulled him down on top of her and they layed there
for what seemed an eternity.
     "Well, what happens next?," he asked her, wondering what
life would be like now that this had happened.
 
     She thought about it for a moment, "The first thing I'm
going to do is get rid of the secret service agent. I don't
think I need his protection anymore. And second, I think I'll
pay a visit to my husband and see how he likes the new
Hillary."
 
     Timothy gulped as he thought about their first meeting,
"Oh boy!"
 
             To be continued.....