Genetics by BBL

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Genetics - BBL

Part 1

Grant hugged his wife Nikki triumphantly, lifting her feet clean off the floor he swung her around in a wild embrace as they celebrated the exciting stage that their years of joint research and development had just reached. 
“Hey put me down honey it’s only the first prototype, it’s yet to be proven how reliable it is”
Nikki always tried to retain a very rational head when working and she didn’t want to jump for joy until their invention was thoroughly trialed. 
“But Nikki” 
He put her down on her feet and beamed with the enthusiasm of the moment.
“This is what we have worked so hard to achieve, to finally be in the position to test the Genetical Former for real”
“I know darling I’m excited believe me but lets not loose our heads yet. We have to test the GF inside and out before we can announce it to the funding body or indeed to the world at large”
“Your right dear I’m just thrilled, shall we begin with some test alterations tomorrow?”
“Definitely”
Grant left Nikki in their lab updating her notes on a pc, she sat their and pondered in thought as she caught sight of her reflection in the glass cabinet beside the desk. Turning her face this way and that she pulled the skin around her eyes gently so the small tell tale lines of ageing disappeared momentarily, she frowned a little at the mature woman’s face staring back at her. In contrast there was the picture of her and Grant on their wedding day some 5 years ago and even in that little space of time she could see the change in herself even if it wasn’t so evident to others. In that picture she looked radiant and pretty and even though her make up had been done for her that special day she knew that she tended to wear that little bit more nowadays to conceal the effects of time or was it the stress of working so hard on this project and too many hours or those late nights? One thing that did show evidently was her waist line, today she had a little more baggage than when she fitted in that Ivory wedding gown but then being a size 12 was nothing to be ashamed of in fact that size 10 tailored dress was still a bit of squeeze back then she reassured herself. And there was her husband Grant in this image stood towering above her 5 foot 5 inch frame looking very handsome in his dark suit. Seeing this picture or indeed any image of them together as a couple always made her feel more uncomfortable about her own age compared to that of Grant. He was a decade younger than her and her “toyboy” as every body reminded when they first began to date being still in his prime. Grant was very good looking a real catch with a very toned and athletic body due to his regular exercise in their home gym and he was very intelligent which also appealed to her as she couldn’t stand for a man that couldn’t relate to her technical knowledge. They first met when she had just been awarded an initial research grant by a funding body and instantly sought some technical expertise and assistance for the current project which began some 7 years ago. Working together everyday in the private lab built within her home they fell in love and he injected a new zest into her life.

Relativity - Tumbo

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Date: 08-24-04 00:23

Relativity

The klaxon sounded for a second time before the groggy commander realized that it required his attention. Rowan Paq was never a morning person, but this was more irritating as he was unable to conceptualize what the alert could be. However, a task was a task, and this call to report at 0214 was to be addressed regardless of his initial thoughts.

He reported to the hangar bay within three minutes - a solid two minutes before procedures required. Paq saw his ship being readied.

“Sir,” he noted to the admiral on duty that morning.

“We have a sensor target of a large vessel approaching at high speed,” the admiral noted with an efficient prose. The magnitude of those words took a moment for Rowan to absorb. In the fifty years of space travel his people had undertaken there had never been any contact with anyone or anything. As a culture they assumed that there were other planets and species in the universe, but, simply put, even with warp drive and multi-year missions, anything out there was undiscovered.

Parallels One - BBL (Part 2)

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BBL

PARALLELS ONE

April 2005

“Dallas little Joe here is missing being normal size, I found him all alone looking really depressed staring at those kids over there in the snow”
Dallas looked at me now held in Alison hand, she trusted her holding me probably because she still naively believed that Alison wasn’t interested in guys. When Dallas began to get into the subject it made me really sad to hear her talk about the laughs we used to have in the snow back at school, her reminiscing was of all the great times and the mood of the room was suddenly very solemn.

“Hey I’ve an idea!”
Alison said in a chipper fashion blasting my ears before she contained her enthusiasm. 
“Dallas, lock the door I know what we can do”

Giggling the two of them whispered between each other whilst I was isolated in the grand depths of Dallas’s knee high boot which she had just removed to contain me and keep me away from their surprise. When I saw a hand enter the tall deep well like recess of the boots interior, it was Dallas’s fingers and she held me so I couldn’t see until I was sat upon a huge black plastic disc with four holes in it, each the size of my fist.
“Welcome to your own winter sports wonderland baby, Alison and I are here to make your dreams come true starting with your own private ski slope”

I gasped and was stunned to see Alison lying across the desk in a very skimpy silk undergarment, it half covered her breasts and had thin little spaghetti straps stopping it from revealing all of her glorious assets and it flowed down her body just about covering where her giant lovely thighs began. Bringing me towards Alison breasts upon this black plastic disc I realized their crazy plan. I was sat on a button a large button the sort of oversized ones that must have come off some giantesses’ winter overcoat. Dallas was now encouraging me to slide down the outside of Alison’s body!

I teetered on the top of a giant boob which was a nice sized hill sloping sharply down to the vast plain of flatter silk across her stomach way below. The glaring white of this material looked almost like snow if I used some imagination. Her breast of course to me was very high even prone like she was and I had to confess that giant C cups were a lot more interesting than visiting the Alps any day.
“I think it’s a bit high up for him Alison he’s too nervous to try”
“Yeh, he probably would be more confident if we found him some flat chested girl to slide on like Paula from accounts”
Their taunts made me look up and then back at their faces before I smiled and readied myself.

What the hell I thought this could be fun. I launched myself and picked up rapid speed down the slope of her boob, skimming across the material like it was ice and hitting the odd ripple of fabric that jumped me up in the air like riding waves.
“Yeehah!”
I yelled jubilantly and only just lost momentum reaching as far as her belly button or where I thought it might be beneath this white expanse. Dallas stifled a laugh so as not to hurt my ears and peering over her bust I saw Alison with a major smile. 

The fun continued for some time, they laughed at my attempts to climb back up the slope of her breasts failing dismally until one of them lent a hand or should I say offered a finger. My skill with the button sled impressed the girls as I manage further and further each time and the grin was widening upon my own face. 
“I never thought my boobs could become a ski-slope, your little man here makes me feel so busty when I’m around him that I forget I’m only pretty average up here, well actually I’m small up here compared to girls built like you Dallas”
“I’m just blessed with a couple of cup sizes more than most which might help for Joe’s next sporting event”
Leaning over the table Dallas pulled her dress down her body revealing one of her gigantic satin and lace bra’s, shaking a single lock of her long golden tresses down in front of her chest she urged me to take hold of it like a rope.
“How about some mountaineering Joe?”
I looked up to see her formidable breasts hanging before me like twin rounded buildings that gently moved with her breathing. They were big mountains to scale and quite the challenge. I eagerly began to climb up the hair which took my weight without a problem. It was well conditioned and not easy to hold on with but I managed to rope climb to the curve of her lower breast. Using my feet on the outside of that bra I then walked up her left breast leaning back like a climber on a rope.
“They are big, you are very well endowed, I’ve just gone from feeling huge up here to feeling very inadequate”
“Thanks”
Dallas took the compliment a little nervously as she was probably worried if exposing her bra before Alison a confessed lesbian was really acceptable, after all Dallas was straight as they come.

“Yes! 
An exuberant cry came from my lips as I was clearly winning in my efforts to conquer Dallas’s colossal breast. It was actually easy despite its sheer imposing size because once I had managed to get higher than the slippery satin on this half cup the lace provided foot holds in its pattern above. Dallas looked down at me and grinned to see that I was almost there.
“This was too easy Alison, he’s cheating using the flower shapes on my bra here”
“Then we are making it too easy for him, perhaps we he should try base jumping”

I heard Alison suggest this and her voice came from behind me but I was shocked when Dallas purposely shook the strand of hair I was holding onto and made me fall! I plummeted fearing my death when I felt myself land in a soft giving black expanse that treated my body like a trampoline. Bouncing up I managed to get my bearings and realized the girls had planned for me to fall and straight down into the stretched out fabric of Alison’s dress. She was wearing the dress having put it back on whilst I was busy climbing and holding the hem of it outwards it made the perfect catch net.
“That gives me an idea for his next sporting event”
Dallas looked down at me as I settled into the dress.

Two minutes later and I was being encouraged to bounce and fly into the air using this tensed section of a dress as a perfect trampoline. The girls were killing themselves with laughter as I conducted a number of impressive somersaults and aerial flips. 

After running out of new moves on this giant trampoline the girls decided that they would be missed by the other employees partying down the hall and so Dallas and Alison took me with them to join the merry making that had begun in the conference room. I was actually tired having entertained myself with so much physical exertion so I spent the next couple of hours asleep in Dallas’s cleavage where she could feel my presence but no one could see me.

Parallels One - BBL (Part 1)

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PARALLELS ONE

April 2005

“Dallas is my best friend so you had better look after her tonight Joe”
“Of course I will! I just can’t believe she wants to go out with me, that girl is so hot!”
My sister frowned at me to begin with and then a small smirk emerged across her face.
“You just love her big tits like all the other guys”
“Not true she’s got great legs and a sexy booty”
“Men, is that all you think about? What about her personality?”
I was now grinning back to my sister as she gave me one of her disapproving looks.
“I’m sure that’s great to, but I can’t feel a personality”
“You know sometimes I can’t believe we are the same age. Dallas is really looking forward to tonight Joe she’s been on about it for ages. I don’t know why she is so into you. In fact she doesn’t stop talking about you at school it’s almost becoming embarrassing”
“Must be my good looks and super charm”
I confidently smiled and then took a more serious note as I wasn’t really the confident guy I pretended to be. Sure I was good looking and girls often approached me yet I was still a virgin at the age of fifteen unlike many of my friends who had pretty much all scored or at least that was what they boasted often enough.

“Hey Deb’s, do you think I should wear my new Globe stars will they impress Dallas?”
Glancing down proudly at my new limited edition cross trainers I displayed them to my sister who clearly wasn’t impressed.
“I would wear something with a heel bro if I was you”
Debbie laughed and walked off leaving me in deep thought at her sarcastic quip which I couldn’t shrug off very easily.

It had been on my mind for a number of days now that I wasn’t quite myself. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when I first noticed but I was definitely gradually loosing weight and the weighing scales at my local swimming pool confirmed this. It wasn’t a lot perhaps half a stone at the most but then half a stone is normally very noticeable. I was a pretty solid build for my five foot eleven inches with an athletic frame that I had worked to perfection over the last year or so and externally I looked the same in the mirror despite this weight loss. 

Debbie’s words hit me hard because I feared that my weight loss was also connected to a far more alarming loss, namely I was beginning to wonder if I was a little shorter than I used to be…….. 

It was the odd things at first like the fit of my clothes, nothing major but everything didn’t seem as snug somehow. Even this morning before my twin sister’s comment I did notice that even she was taller than I had recalled. Yet Debbie had always been short in my view which needless to say I had picked upon when we quarrelled often labelling her as “shorty” because I knew she would like to be a lot taller.

Debbie was one minute older than me a fact she always reminded on many occasions. She was very good looking and half the guys in my year either fancied my sister or Dallas, they had to be the two main babes in our school. Debbie also followed the fashion trends and right now big heels were coming in, although our mother wouldn’t let her wear anything above two inches to school which was a prime conversation this morning as she made Debbie change out of a new pair of shoes. 

“But mum all the girls in my year are wearing them they aren’t that big”
“Debbie you are fifteen years old, practically a woman but you are still a schoolgirl and three and half inch sandals are not regulation footwear. Besides I’m not having you parading around in those things they are hardly practical for school. I will need to re-heel them twice a month it’ll cost me a fortune. Keep them for when you go out”
”But mum you don’t understand Dallas wears heels to school”
“Well I’m not Dallas’s mother, take them off young lady and put some regular shoe’s on”

I watched this go on as mother and daughter went back and forth until my mother lost her rag and shouted at Debbie to comply. 

It was just before we left for school together that I waited for Debbie in the hallway as usual whilst she fussed with her long hair in the mirror. When she finally walked over toward me I noticed she was almost my height! It struck me because I couldn’t see over her blonde head of hair like normal and it had to be attributed to her rebelling and wearing those three and half inch heels they had just argued over.
“You’re pushing it aren’t you sis?”
I said grabbing my bag as my sister was putting her Jacket on.
“What?”
She acted all innocent.
“Keeping those heels on, mum will go ape if she finds out girl”
“You think I’m that stupid? I took them off”
“Oh”
I paused looking down at her feet to see her conservative black school shoes which had only a couple of inches at best and I was surprised to find them on her feet. Since when did Debbie look this tall? I thought to myself and she saw my confused look in that instant.
“I guess puberty has finally blessed my little sister”
Suddenly uncomfortable I tried to compliment her.
“You’ve grown Deb’s”
Debbie smiled her pretty face at me and noticed the not so evident height difference between us she was probably looking at the middle of my nose level, I think she actually wanted to believe she had grown but she knew that she hadn’t as she quickly made clear to me.
“Thanks for the flattery bruv but mum measured me for a dress yesterday and I’m less than an inch taller since last summer, which is a so typical. I’m not gonna make it to be a model at this rate. And Dallas that lucky cow is still growing, she’s over five foot five now and not showing any signs of slowing down, I bet she’ll be taller than me by the end of this year.”

I noticed Debbie giving me a once over look and her evaluation ended in a smile.
“I always thought you were a lot taller than me? Hey I bet if I was wearing those new heels I could be taller than you”
“Dream on shorty”
I ribbed her and we walked out towards school, bringing me back to the present time and her teasing comment that I should wear shoes with a heel out on my date with Dallas rather than my new cross trainers. It made me wonder all the more if I was shorter now as my sister seemed to be picking up on it.
I got dressed that evening to go out on my date with Dallas. I had butterflies in my stomach she was such a gorgeous girl I grew hard just thinking about being with her, it was a date that I couldn’t blow whatever happened. 

Baywatch GTS - BBL

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Baywatch GTS by BBL

Part one

As I strolled down the beach I smiled to myself in anticipation of seeing my Lisa. It had been almost a year since she flew off to pursue her career as a lifeguard and left me finishing my University degree , it had taken me that long to work part time to afford the flights to visit my girlfriend.
But I was on vacation now for 14 days and boy was I looking forward to this especially after Lisa’s recent emails.
Perhaps I should back up a touch in my story to a month ago , I was chilled out relaxing in my flat when my PC announced Lisa was on-line. God I really missed her, I hadn’t had sex at all this year and if it wasn’t for my right hand and the GTS internet sites Im not sure what would have happened to me , being faithful was tough when your thousands of miles apart. I looked at my monitor and we began to chat as I read her first message.
“Hello my little Boob Rider ” ( Lisa gave me this nick name as she knew my fantasy was to be shrunk down and experience a giant pair of breasts , and she often indulged me with teasing interaction over our many online chat exchanges.)
“Hi Goddess” I typed.
“Steve Im so excited you will never guess what they installed at Baywatch HQ today”
“A sun tan oil vending machine” I offered in jest.
“No this is absolutely serious it was one of those machines you told me about , you know like they have at the Space Exploration Centre near you”
I gulped hard as I read this response but my rational brain insisted this couldn’t be true.
“A Mini-maxer ? Come on Lisa be serious with me , how could a Lifeguard station afford one of those and what use would it be?”
“your doubting me aren’t you my little Boob man , but I swear on my mothers life we have one of those machines in the training room and one on the beach!”
I knew she wasn’t joking now she would never swear on her mother life I was amazed and couldn’t type whilst I took this news in.
“Its been donated for 6 months trial from some safety executive organisation we are the first Lifeguard team to evaluate it , I tell you Steve when I found out what it was I could feel my self almost get wet with excitement”
“What are they using it for? , do you have access to it ? does it really work like the documentaries on TV show?”
“Oh it works alright! We had our first training on how to use it today and shrunk some surf boards down to about 12 inches long! I was amazed! We have one for training at HQ and the other is being installed at the entrance to a newly sectioned off part of the beach”
“no way!” I was lost for words and reliant on Lisa to keep up the information flow.
“From our briefing today , Mitch said it has several key uses to be tested. The beach is becoming increasingly overcrowded with people fighting for space combined with a shortage of lifeguards to provide adequate cover. Steve they are gonna shrink people down real tiny here!”
“Oh Lisa that’s unreal!” I enthusiastically typed “How small are they gonna make people?”
“Im not sure baby , CJ my team leader seems to think they are going to make people about a foot tall can you imagine?”
“You know I can Lisa! I would love it”
The following day at around the same time I eagerly awaited updates from Lisa on this fantastic news. Mini-maxers had been around for about 10 years as a technology but due to the cost it was only the military and high end industry that could afford them plus they had very strict licensing laws to govern the use of them. As a lover of giant women I was waiting for the day when this technology would become common place and enter the realms of the private user but that day never seemed to get any closer much to all the mass disappointment of the GTS community.
The fact that Baywatch had landed two of these systems was almost impossible to believe but simply the most exciting news I had heard since I read about this technology for the first time.
Lisa was on-line and we chatted some more.
“Hey Boob Rider today was better than yesterday you would have loved it”
“Tell me!”
“We had some training and they told us why the system is going to be beneficial , seems the idea is to have more people in a smaller section of the beach reduced in size so they occupy much less space and get this ..with just one lifeguard looking after them who will happen to be normal sized!”
“Oh boy Lisa they would appear like giant lifeguards !”
“giantess lifeguards Steve! they don’t want the guys in there as well giant men might be to intimidating to the public , they want us girls because we are gentler , isn’t this great!”
I became aroused at the mere thought and again unable to converse.
“Youre thinking about it arent you baby? , real giant women , sexy giant women in their swimsuits looking after poor tiny little people at our feet”
“oh Lisa this is awesome”
“there’s more Steve , they are gonna train us how to handle little people when we save them. Ive been given a little Ken doll to take home so I can practice scooping the little doll from my bath water and trying not to make waves as I approach it! Thing is I imagined tonight he was you , so much smaller than me floundering in the water at my feet”
“Save me!” I typed Lisa was getting me hot she knew all the right buttons to press.
“I pick you up gently out of the water my big hand wrapping around your middle as I lift you up”
“I need the kiss of life”
“I step out of the water onto the sand and bring you to my huge lips , they smother you as I blow life back into your tiny lungs”
“you’re a vision , your so big and beautiful in your tight red costume you can see my shorts getting hard as you hold me”
“I notice your little dick pressing into my big palm and I tease you with a look down into my swimsuit my huge cleavage inches away from you”
“I cant help myself I reach out for your boobs”
“I lift you closer and smother your tiny body into my big breasts”
At this point I was handling myself and getting unable to type.
There was a pause of a minute or so and Lisa knew what I had been doing.
“Did you enjoy yourself baby?”
“sure did you are one sexy girl Lisa”
Over the next few days conversation was absorbed discussing the Mini-maxer every evening in our now 2 or 3 hour long chat sessions. For me it was bliss and at the end of that week I had to ask the question.
“Lisa when does it go into operation , I mean for real? When do you get to see a real shrunken guy?”

Baxter's Surprise - BBL

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Baxter’s Surprise

By BBL

Part 1

“So Mike when will the system be ready for testing then?” Sandra sat on the end of my desk with her short business skirt riding well up her silky thighs and she was toying with a strand of her long dark hair twisting it playfully as she spoke to me. God what a distraction this woman was and she was my boss! Her flirtatious manor had increased over the last few weeks and as always I tried not to respond and acted professionally. Sure I was attracted to her, who wouldn’t be ? She was in her mid twenties extremely pretty and with a killer body that was part catwalk model part centerfold mixed into a gorgeous creation of legs and curves that would arouse any man.  But why did she flirt with me? Sure I was an intelligent guy and good looking if I do say so myself but I wasn’t in her league, she was a billionaire who had recently inherited her deceased mothers electronics empire Fem-technologies.

I had been working on a secret project for Mrs. Baxter or Sandra’s mother since I was 20 and had left education straight into the employment of the Fem-technologies Special Projects Research Division which had one employee namely me! It was that secret.

“Err Miss Baxter, I hope to be in the position for testing next week”

“You can call me Sandra Mike, we’ve known each other for a couple of months now so I think we can drop the formal address don’t you?” I watched Sandra stand up from my desk and she pulled her skirt down just a fraction , my eyes drifted to her long legs and then I was drawn to her partially exposed cleavage as she lent forward, she caught my glance and I respectfully looked her in the eyes with an uneasy smile on my face at being discovered. Sandra just smiled her perfect teeth at me and continued “and Mike can you modify the scanner so that it can select between male and female targets please?”

“Yeh sure Miss Baxter, I mean Sandra no problem can I ask why?”

“There are some cancers we may wish to individually target Mike that are more biased to one of the sexes like testicular cancer for example or breast cancer.”

“I see, it’s a simple modification I should have it calibrated by the end of today”

“Great you are so efficient Mike, you know if you have this system ready for testing next week we should go out for a meal to celebrate”

“Err Yes that would be nice” Sandra smiled again and began to leave

“It’s a date then, I will see you tomorrow ” I watched her slinky figure wiggle out of the high security lab and out of sight leaving me alone as normal to get on with my work. I couldn’t believe she had just invited me for dinner it was professional courtesy I decided although part of me thought it may be more as she was becoming more and more forward with each passing day that I worked under her. Yesterday I’m sure she had purposely drop her pen just so I could see her bend over to retrieve it and catch a look at the sexy stockings she was wearing. Her outfits had become more and more revealing with shorter and shorter skirts not that I was complaining she was a beautiful woman and a major distraction.

I decided to put this out of my mind I had my development work to continue and the modifications to get on with. I had been working many late nights recently and seemed more and more absorbed by my work this had led to my current girlfriend Gina deciding to move in with me so she could get to see more of me. For Gina’s sake that evening I left pretty much on time.

As I walked out of the main building I marveled at the flow of the office workers that followed me nearly all of them female and most of them between 18 to 35. I’m not sure how Fem-technologies managed to get away with their employment structure but it was true that over 95% of their worldwide staff are women. It was surprising no one had hit them with a sexist lawsuit. It was also well known that the founder Mrs. Angela Baxter was a firm believer in progressing women into the IT industry which had been until her company entered the marketplace a male dominated arena. Today Fem-technologies more than addressed this balance by becoming the most dominant technology provider in the World. How had she achieved this feat? well that was secret  to  all of the world but I knew. Fem-technologies rose to their current status with their core business based on providing computer systems with revolutionary chip set technologies and architecture that preceded the nearest competition by decades. IBM, SUN and all the other manufacturers failed to compete and Fem-technologies led the way in all major areas. It was incredible that the smallest portable computer produced by Fem-technologies no bigger than a palm held mobile phone was capable of out performing a wardrobe sized monster computer from the nearest rivals. It wouldn’t be long before Fem-technologies closed down these inferior brands.

I got to my house and there was no sign of Gina yet I must have beaten her home. I watched TV noting on the news broadcast that Sandra had just successfully launched the final satellite system that would compliment a global network of 50 orbiting the planet. The presenter was relaying how these high-tech satellites would be used to monitor the earth’s weather and environment with extreme accuracy never heard of before but I knew that was a dual function and not their real role.

Genetic Switch - Ratlaf

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Genetic Switch - Ratlaf

So I met this girl through an internet singles page, actually a Muscle Personals page where singles who are into fitness and bodybuilding can meet. Her name is Michelle and is an amazing person, fun to write to and great responses, and almost right away I began calling her Mitch. Unfortunately she is quite over weight and nothing she has tried has helped her, and apparently she's tried everything. Her ideal vision of the female body is with ginormous, rock hard, ripped, sexy feminine muscle. Much like many of the enhancements that make women look somewhat larger than the largest male bodybuilders. But try as she might, with weights and cardio routines her body remained at her original 5'11" and 275 pounds. We hit it off and met and began a relationship and the process of learning about each other.

A while later she came home one day very excited. She had found a pharmaceutical shop run by a Chinese scientist who was a political exile because of the research he was performing. Even in the U.S. he was prevented from officially pursuing his work so he opened a shop and used the profits to fund his research. He is an expert on the Human Genome Project and was specializing on gene activation and suppression. She told him about her body and her efforts and desire to change herself and he responded that he might be able to help her out. He got a blood sample and her number and told her he would call sometime soon.

A few months went by and all I heard was if the scientist was going to call today, when he was going to be done, what was he going to do for her, was it going to be everything she hoped for, am I alright with the changes she wants for herself. All I could do was try to calm her a bit but in the end she won me over when she created a picture of herself with muscles so enormous, and superhuman that I couldn't wait to see what he would produce. Then he called and said he might have something for her but the results would be somewhat unpredictable, permanent, and not 100% tested since she was the first test subject. She was willing no matter what the dangers.

The procedure took about twelve hours. First he put her on a six hour IV drip that would flood her body with an inhibitor for the gene responsible for the storage of fat. The inhibitor was designed to permanently bond with the activating protein preventing it from attaching to the gene and activating it. Then another six hour IV with an activator that was designed to permanently attach to the activating protein for the gene responsible for muscle growth. The theory is that her body will now store her excess energy as muscle instead of fat. In theory her body would convert all of her excess weight into muscle, and seeing as she is a hefty girl to begin with, and since muscle weighs more than fat, she was probably going to become enormous, just like her dream body. That is if everything works the way it should.

She was a bit queasy after and went to bed. In the morning she felt normal and didn't feel any different. From what I know of the human body it takes about a week for the machinery of the genes kicks into full gear, so I told her to be patient and wait. Waiting is so very hard, but we got through it together, even though I was as excited as she was.

The first week the only change that came over her was that she had quite a bit more energy than before, which we took to be a sign that something was working. But the next three weeks there was very little noticeable change, except that her clothes were fitting a bit more loose. After a month she did begin to seem a bit slimmer. She was still energetic so we figured everything was still good, and the doctor concurred. He also told us that the third, fourth, and fifth months would see drastic changes. So we toiled through the second month after her procedure and while she was getting much thinner, and beginning to approach a normal woman's body, she was not noticeably stronger. But she was so happy to be losing weight that her muscles didn't even enter her mind. That was going to change very quickly.

At about 160 pounds, which she reached at about three and a half months, like the doctor told us, she started gaining weight again, which at first sent much anxiety through her psyche, that is until we realized that she was still getting slimmer and sexier. Two weeks later she was still gaining weight, back up to 185 but we now noticed that she was becoming rock hard. Her arms went from soft and voluptuous to hard as a rock and to her eternal surprise a muscle formed when she flexed her bicep. Not anything big but it definitely made it's presence known. So she experimented on me by grabbing me by the shirt and promptly, and surprisingly, and very easily lifted me off the ground with one arm. Muscles erupted out of her forearm, bicep, triceps, shoulders, and traps. She was so startled by her feat that she dropped me in her surprise, she then reached down and picked me up off the floor where I had crumpled because of the sudden impact with the ground. She was apologizing profusely for dropping me when I realized that my feet were still off the ground, and her arms showed no noticeable effort with my weight. I kissed her and told her everything was alright, well there was one thing. As I looked down she realized what she'd been doing with no apparent effort to her ever hardening and muscle growing body.

It was obvious that the fat storage gene had been turned off, and now we knew that the muscle building gene had also been turned on. Mitch was now a 5'11" 195 pound Amazon with the strength to match and we both loved it. After the moment of realization she acted a bit different but very quickly came to terms with it and began to anticipate how strong she would now be able to become. Maybe even as big as the enhancements she so wants to be. So at five months after the treatment she formed an eating schedule, upping her protein and calorie count, actually she began eating huge amounts of food because her body was now supposed to store her excess energy as muscle. She also began going to a gym to help her muscles along and the results were amazing. As usual there was about a week lag between the change in her eating and exercising before her body kicked it into full gear. But when it kicked in, it was amazing.