The Experiment
By Muscle Fan



My name is Megan Elders and I'm a laboratory technician for Advanced Testing
Labs. I stand 5-foot 4-inches in height and weigh 105 pounds. I have blonde
hair and blue eyes and I've been told that I'm 'cute'. 'Cute', I thought,
'Always cute, never beautiful,' as I stand in front of a mirror examining my
reflection. I pinch my lats and run a hand over my tummy. 'Nothing
outstanding,' I think as I turn first one way and then the other, finally
craning my neck to look over my shoulder at the reflection of my butt.

I dress and leave my apartment and drive to work. I wear my traditional lab
coat which comes to mid-calf. 'I was a nerd in high school and a nerd in
college,' I think as I drive, 'and I'll be a nerd until I die. I have a nerd
job and no sex appeal.' I pull into the lot of Advanced Testing Labs.

'Huh,' I think as I look at today's assignments, 'A new protocol for testing
on one of our primates, 'Max'.' 'Max' is a male chimpanzee. 'SGI-44', I read
on the chart, '10ccs in the morning and 10ccs in the evening. OK, it's says to
observe the subject for growth and strength characteristics.' Other lab techs
will do the testing, but I'm to do the observation. 'SGI-44' is a test for the
United States Army to, and I read, "Enhance the overall performance of the
soldier in the field to better defend his or her self and make rational combat
decisions." 'Well,' I think, 'it sounds like the government wants to develop a
batch of super-soldiers.'

Small batches of 'SDI-44' are in the refrigerator so I draw 10ccs into a
syringe and inject 'Max'. I fill out my paperwork; date, time, amount of drug
administered, etc. 'All routine, all very nerdy,' I think. 'It would be great
to be taller and stronger,' I think, 'more athletic, too.'

I'm pretty well alone in the lab, caring for the animals, making sure they're
fed, watered and cared for. I check the animals in and out and note any
findings and observations. Again, all routine.

After a week's worth of injections, 'Max' began to exhibit some changes. His
appetite had increased as well as his height. I noticed on his chart that his
physical strength and dexterity had also increased. 'Maybe this 'SGI-44' is
working,' I thought, 'wonder how it would work on me?'

The following day, I was not in the best of moods. I was dwelling on the
nerd-issue again. I needed a change, but what? I just wasn't happy with my
life. I went through my routine after getting to work. 'Routine,' I thought,
'that's what my life has become, routine. I need to get out of the rut, I need
a change.'

I gave 'Max' his morning injection. It was almost as if he wanted it, looked
forward to it. 'But that's ridiculous, Meg,' I told myself, 'a chimp doesn't
feel that way.' I looked at the syringe. 'Maybe this is the answer,' I
thought, and before I gave it a second thought, I drew a fresh syringe with
10ccs of 'SGI-44' and injected it in the crook of my arm. I waited for what
seemed like an hour but was in reality a few minutes for something to happen,
but nothing did.

I went about my business and after giving 'Max' his afternoon shot, I prepared
one for myself. 'Max' watched me from his enclosure and I thought I detected a
smile on his face. 'What's wrong with me,' I thought, 'Primates don't smile.'
I went to the gym that evening and worked out. It felt good. I had been
negligent about my workout routine. I guess you could call it 'spotty' at
best.

The following morning I got up and went through my bathroom routine. It was
only after my shower that I stood in front of the mirror and couldn't believe
what I saw. 'A faint outline of muscle definition,' I thought as I examined
myself. I curled my arm and was surprised to see my bicep peak. Not much, but
I ran my free hand over the small bulge.

After one week, my muscle definition was noticeable. I had more spring in my
step, I ate well, and I was actually lifting weights at the gym rather than
simply walking on the treadmill.

I continued to take the 10cc doses of 'SGI-44'. 'Max' was making great
strides. His tests results showed a marked improvement in problem solving and
cognitive reasoning. Muscle strength and stamina continued to improve. In my
bare feet, I stood against a door jamb and drew a line where the top of my
head was. I measured it and to my surprise, I had grown to nearly 5-foot
7-inches. 'Wow!' I thought, 'That's amazing. I thought my clothes were fitting
a little snugger. I've gained nearly 3-inches in height.

My workouts became longer and more intense. I was lifting heavier weights and
jogging on the treadmill rather than simply walking, jogging for an hour each
night. I left the gym sweaty. At home I would study myself in the mirror.

In the third week of the experiment, I entered the lab and was surprised to
find 'Max' not in his enclosure. Hastily I checked the chart and found that he
had been 'terminated'. 'Terminated,' I thought, as I scanned his chart, and
then I saw the entry. "Terminated due to aggressive behavior," it read. 'Max'
was always gentle around me, but the chart said he attacked one of his
handlers.

I checked the refrigerator and the 'SGI-44' vials were still there. I moved
them to a small refrigerator in my office where I kept my lunch and some
bottled water. I placed them behind my water. There were eight 10cc vials
left, enough for four days' worth of injections.

What few coworkers I came into contact with didn't seem to notice any change
in me, but I did. Not only had my muscular definition become more apparent,
but my veins were prominent in my arms and legs. I measured myself against the
door jamb once more and I was now 5-foot 11-inches. 'Holy cow,' I thought,
'I'm nearly six foot tall.'

I now had the last four vials at home. It was safer that way. I injected
myself and headed off to work. 'Three vials left,' I thought as I drove, and
then slipped one hand beneath my lab coat and summer dress I was wearing. The
lab coat was a man's large and my summer dress fit tight, the hem of which
only came to mid-thigh. 'Hmm,' I hummed to myself as I ran my index finger
along my pubis beneath my satin panties. I was making myself aroused and
actually had to pull to the curb to masturbate. 'I don't care if anyone sees
me,' I thought, 'I just need to climax.'

I unbuttoned the lab coat and hiked the hem of my dress up exposing my panty
clad pussy. I put one leg on the passenger seat and slipped my hand beneath my
panties. 'Hmm', I repeated as I inserted two fingers into my vagina, stroking
myself. Within minutes I had an intense orgasm in my car parked along the
curb. I wasn't sure if anyone saw me, or if they were aware of what I had
done, nor did I care. I pulled my wet panties from my legs and left them on
the floor of the car. 'Oh, that felt good,' I thought as my breathing returned
to normal and I restarted the car.

As a teen I had masturbated. 'Being a nerd is a lonely existence,' I thought,
as I drove, 'but I've never felt such a strong urge as I had then.' I chuckled
out loud and thought, 'I'll have to get a vibrator to keep in the glove
compartment.' I had a vibrator and life-like dildo at home in my nightstand.

The day couldn't pass fast enough. I headed straight for the gym. I quickly
changed, putting on baggie sweatpants and a loose T-shirt and headed for the
dumbbells. Picking up the 65-pound dumbbells, I lay on a flat bench and began
to do dumbbell flies. I could feel my nipples harden as I worked my pectoral
muscles. I did three sets of ten and then went to a cable machine where I
pressed the entire stack of weights. I moved to a bench press where I put two
hundred pounds on the bar. I slowly did my first set of ten reps.

'Too easy,' I thought getting up and adding another plate. I sat again and did
another slow set of ten reps. 'This feels good,' I thought feeling my muscles
strain against the weight, 'but I need more.' Again I added plates until I had
nearly four hundred pounds on the bar. I sat and with a little effort pushed
out eight reps. I was straining for a ninth rep when a beefy guy looked down
and said, "Let me give you a spot." He let me do about 90% of the work but
pulled the barbell into the rests on the rack.

"I've never seen a woman lift that much," he said, "I'm Brad," and extended
his hand. I smiled, "Megan," and shook his hand. He didn't give me a limp
shake but firmly squeezed my hand. 'I like that,' I thought and then said,
"Thanks for the spot."

"Not a problem, you did most of the work," Brad said. I smiled and said,
"Yeah, well, thanks anyway," and was going to walk away. "Hey, Megan," he
said, "Would you like to get a cup of coffee some time?" I stopped and turned.
I couldn't remember the last time someone asked me out for coffee. "You mean
like a date or something?" I asked.

Clearly embarrassed, he studied his cross-trainers and said softly, "Yeah,
like a date, but just coffee. I'm not trying to hit on you." 'Uh-huh,' I
thought, 'Like hell you're not trying to hit on me.' "OK, sure," I said, "How
about tomorrow, say around six?" "Fine," he said eagerly, "Jimmy's Diner?"
Jimmy's was a block from the gym. "Jimmy's it is," I said and grabbing my gym
bag, headed for the exit.

I now had one vial left of 'SGI-44'. I'd take it tonight after my 'date' with
Brad. I had masturbated twice after getting home last night my mind thinking
about Brad. Brad, it was obvious, had spent hours in the gym. He was six-foot
tall with broad shoulders and defined arms and legs. 'He probably has a
girlfriend or wife,' I thought as I dressed.

Most of my clothes were now too tight for me, however, I had a black leather
skirt that fit although when I had bought it, it came to just above my knees,
but now it was perhaps six-inches above them. 'What the hell,' I thought as I
studied my reflection in the mirror, 'with legs like these, why hide them?' My
quads were in excess of thirty inches, defined with veins prominent. I put on
my lab coat; now a man's extra-large and left.

I arrived at Jimmy's shortly before six o'clock. Brad was there and stood as I
walked to the table. I could tell by the look on his face he liked what he
saw. I smiled, I did too. Brad wore a pair of jeans and a polo shirt that fit
his wide chest. His arms may have been bigger than mine, but not by much.

"Hi," he said, pulling a chair out for me. I knew we were attracting attention
of the other patrons. "Hi," I said, "Come here often?" and we both laughed. We
made 'small-talk' and finally the conversation drifted to the gym and our
workout routines. "I was really impressed with your bench press the other
day," Brad said, "I've never known a girl that could press four hundred
pounds." "Uh-huh," I said, "Have you known many men who could press it?" He
thought about that for a moment and then said, "No." I smiled and said, "Well,
I can, it doesn't intimidate you does it, the fact that I'm stronger than
you?" Again, a pause and I thought he was going to disagree with the fact that
I'm stronger than him but then he softly said, "No." "Look, let's get out of
here," I said, I jotted my address on a napkin and shoved it across the table
to him. "Pay the bill and I'll see you here in a few minutes," I said as I got
up and turned to leave.

Brad was fifteen minutes behind me. I quickly injected my last dose of
'SGI-44' and tossed the syringe and empty vial in the bathroom trash. I ran a
hand across my abs under my blouse. I could feel the eight-pack, hard, and
smiled at my reflection.

There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it. "Hi, again," I said
when I answered the door. "Hi," he said looking around my apartment as he
stepped in and I shut the door behind him.

"So you're not intimidated by strong women?" I asked, "What about dominant
women?" He swallowed and said softly, "Ah, no." "Hmm," I hummed taking the
sides of his polo shirt and pulling it from his jeans, "Then you won't mind me
being in control, will you?" "No, I ... I guess not," he said. I pulled his
shirt over his head. "Of course not," I said, running a fingernail down his
chest from his neck down his sternum to his belt.

"How big are you, Brad?" I asked. I watched him swallow and then he asked,
"What?" "I asked how big you are," I repeated. "Ah, well, err, I don't know,
ah, maybe seven-inches," he said. "Oh, is that all," I said, "Well, I guess
I'll just have to make do then, take your jeans off." "What?" he asked. I was
really getting tired of him having me repeat myself. "Take off your pants,
Brad," I said sternly.

He hesitated, blinked a couple of times and then unfastened his belt. I
waited, watching as he stepped out of his pants, holding them against his
chest. I smiled and said, "Toss them on the chair on top of your shirt." He
did and as he turned I put my palm on his crotch. He stood rigid and I could
feel his cock becoming rigid beneath his briefs as well.

"There's a good boy," I said, "That does feel like seven-inches," and I
chuckled giving his shaft a squeeze. He winced and I said, "I didn't hurt you,
did I?" still squeezing his penis. He bit his lower lip and shook his head. I
smiled at him and said, "Good, I wouldn't want to hurt you, at least not yet,"
and I chuckled.

I released my hold of his cock but looked him in the eye. 'Amazing,' I
thought, 'that we're the same height.' "Have you ever seen a muscle amazon,
baby?" I asked. "I, ahh, I've been to a couple of, ah, bodybuilding shows," he
said. I threw my head back and laughed, "Those women are just for show," I
said, "No, I mean a real amazon." He shook his head. "I didn't think so,
baby," I said, "So tonight you're in for a real treat."

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, not turning away from him, but looking at his
eyes. With each button I unbuttoned, his eyes got wider until I slipped the
shirt from my shoulders. He mouthed the words, 'Oh my God,' but no sound came
forth. I smiled and he looked up and smiled back. "You like that, don't you,
baby?" I asked, "You like my muscles."

"Y-yes, Megan," he said, "I love your muscles." I stood there, my hands on my
hips and glanced down at my abdominals. Brads eyes followed mine. I didn't
have to tighten my abs, they were like eight muscles, hard as rock. I ran a
hand over them and allowed my index finger to slip into my navel.

"Would you like to see more?" I asked. He nodded but said, "Y-yes," as well.
"Take your briefs off," I said, reaching behind me to unzip my skirt. He
stepped out of his underwear and his cock sprang free.

I slid my leather skirt down my hips, past my thighs and stepped out of it. I
shook my quad and then snapped the muscle taut. Thick veins meandered across
the muscle. "Look at these quads, Brad," I said, "They're bigger than yours. I
could crush you with my legs, baby." He swallowed hard no doubt thinking about
being held captive between my muscular legs. "Don't worry, baby," I continued,
"I don't want to hurt you, not yet, I want you to enjoy yourself."

"Now listen very carefully, Brad," I said, "I want you to get on your knees
and using only your mouth, take my panties off, can you do that for me, baby?"
He didn't respond but sank to his knees in front of me. I thrust my pelvis
forward slightly and he took the elastic waistband of my panties between his
lips and pulled them down while his hands explored the back of my thighs and
down to my calves.

"Very good, baby," I told him, "now I want you to eat my pussy. I want to feel
your tongue against my clit. I want to cum in your mouth and I want you to
swallow my juices; all of it. Do you understand?" He looked up at me with a
look in his eyes. It took me a moment to realize what the look was. I had seen
it in the lab before, it was the look of fear. A smile crossed my lips and I
said, "Get started, I need to climax." 'It's true,' I thought as I felt Brad's
tongue explore my clit and labia, 'I need to cum.'

I touched my pubis and spread my labia for him while his tongue went deeper.
"Hmm," I moaned, relishing the sensation, the ecstasy. "Don't stop," I hissed
as I felt my desires welling up, "Don't stop and don't come," I warned him.

With a shudder, I erupted, a stream of cum shot from my pussy. "Drink it
bitch!" I yelled, "Drink that cum!" Brad lapped and sucked. Rivulets of my
juices ran down his chin. "Hmm," I moaned as m ecstasy waned. I laugh. "That
was great, baby," I tell him, "thank you. Now it's time to please you. Come
into the bedroom."

I help Brad to his feet and lead him to my bedroom. I turn him to face me and
push him so that he's sitting on the foot of the bed. "Watch," I say as I put
my arms behind my head and tighten my abdominals. The eight muscles bunch and
grow from eight to ten, the two smallest just above my pelvic arch. I relax
and bring my arms in front of me, hands pressed together. I can feel my
trapezoids explode. "What do you think, baby?" I ask. "Incredible," he says
softly. "Ah, you're so sweet," I tell him doing a double bicep pose. I look at
first my right bicep and then my left. "Nice guns, huh?" I ask. He can only
nod. I smile and tell him, "Lay back I'm going to fuck your brains out."

Brad lies back on my bed as I straddle his hips and holding his wrists, pull
his arms wide while lowering my vagina onto his erect shaft. "See if you can
resist coming, let me do all of the work." I tighten my vaginal muscles
trapping his penis within me. I can feel his pulse against my vaginal wall.

I loosened my grip on his penis and, using my legs, rose and lowered myself on
his shaft. I increased the tempo and I knew he couldn't last much longer. "OK,
baby," I said, "you can cum when you want." I felt his hips thrusting beneath
me and then he let out a moan. I slowed and sat on his pelvis looking down at
Brad. I ran my hands over his chest and abs. 'His muscles are solid, defined,
but compared to mine they're nothing', I thought, 'Still, he's good for sex.'

I swung a leg over him. "Was that good for you, baby?" I asked. "Hmm," he
moaned, "yes," he said, breathlessly. "Good," I said, "but I need for you to
suck your cum from me." I repositioned myself so that I now straddled his head
and he busily began to suck greedily at my pussy. I felt an orgasm building
and I sent a small stream of my cum into his waiting mouth. 'Yes,' I thought,
'Brad is definitely good for sex.'

I stood up and Brad got up as well. I noticed I was no longer eye level with
him but an inch or two taller. 'I can't believe this,' I thought, 'I must be
well over six-feet now.' Brad must have noticed as well because he said, "Did
you put on a pair of heels?" looking around the side of the bed. I smiled and
said, "No, I'm just a growing girl is all. You have to go now." I wanted a
shower and to look and explore my new body.

"But ... er, I thought ... " Brad began. I put a finger to his lips. "Shh," I
said, "don't think, enjoy what we had; we both got what we wanted." "But, will
I see you again?" he asked. "What, at the gym, for sex?" I asked. He nodded
vigorously and I chuckled. "If I want," I said, and put my index finger on his
chest, "but only if I want, do you understand?" I drew my finger across his
left pectoral muscle and noticed a trail of blood from my fingernail scratch.

A line of blood perhaps three-inches long appeared. Brad, unaware of the cut,
said, "Please Megan that was ... " Again, I put my finger to his lips. "Don't
whine or beg, Brad," I said, "You were going to say, that was incredible, and
perhaps it was for you, but it only served a need for me. Now get dressed and
go."

The blood on the cut I had inflicted was already coagulating. Brad was still
unaware of it. He gathered his clothes and began to dress and only when he was
pulling his shirt over his head did he notice the scratch. I smiled and said,
"Sorry about that, baby, just a little rough sex, I guess." He looked at me
and gave a smile.

'Was this what got 'Max' and the 'SGI-44' program terminated?' I thought,
watching Brad put his pants on. I looked at my palm, made a fist and then
turned my hand over and looked at the back of my hand, spreading my fingers
wide. My nails glistened, each sharp as a razor. 'I could probably reach into
Brad's chest and pull his heart out,' I thought, and the thought of doing that
made me excited.

"I said, I hope that we can be friends, maybe, ah, do this again sometime," he
said. I shook my head to clear it and saw he was dressed. "Perhaps, I'll call
you if I need you," I said dismissively, "Now go." Reluctantly he walked to
the front door. I opened it for him. He looked up at me and then stepped out
onto the porch. I closed the door behind him.

I got a pencil and tape measure from my desk and standing against the entrance
to my kitchen, marked on the wall where my head came to. I measured the mark;
6-foot 4-inches. 'Incredible,' I thought, 'I've gained a foot in height and
gotten incredibly stronger.' I flexed my bicep and measured it at 19-inches.
Then flexed my quad and measured it; 31-inches.

'I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe,' I thought, 'I'll go shopping
tomorrow, but for now I need to shower and get some sleep.' It was in the
shower as I was cleaning my genitals that I noticed that my clit had grown. It
resembled a small penis. I stroked it and it became erect.

I brought myself to another orgasm. 'Megan, you're a changed woman,' I thought
as I studied my new body in the mirror, 'a whole new breed of woman.'

If you enjoyed, 'The Experiment', please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

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