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The building shook with what seemed to be an artillery strike. The rhythmic thuds reverberated through the cold, sterile concrete foundations, shaking all who were inside to their very cores. Few looked up, busy writing down research notes, or making adjustments to the calibration equipment. The head scientist idly made note of them, tearing her eyes from the ogre in the test chamber reluctantly to make sure they were properly recording the carnage and comparing it to the weeks prior to chart the increase in strength of the test subject. Her face a mask of cool, analytic dispassion belied the fire burning in her loins watching her creation, her Frankenstein's Monster, hefted the equivalent of an main battle tank filled with molten lead repeatedly off the ground. The fat cables of the specially designed weight machine squealed and keened, almost overloading the recording equipment with its horrible screeching. The whining cables and plodding thuds of the weight did little to mask the monstrous grunting and groaning of her beloved monster in the test chamber. The voice, if it could be called that, was little more than a series of basal, feral utterances driven by a special sort of insanity, an instinct and drive to get bigger at all costs. It didn't sound human, rather that of a monstrous bear from the deepest, darkest pits of hell defending its killing grounds.

Most distressing of all to most once they laid eyes on the head scientist's pet project, it once was considered female. To anyone else, it hovered between abject disgust and morbid fear over what had science wrought, but to the head scientist, it was as wonderful, beauteous music.

She watched her beast's muscles dance, and shred under the intense duress of the weight, endlessly splitting, tearing, and reforming to get even bigger and stronger. Her formula was working perfectly, beyond perfect. Her beast had grown quadratically in just one month of treatment, a mere wisp of a thing with pigtails and a pretty little dress turned into a nearly genderless mass of chemically infused beef-plus. Her breasts and curvacious hips had melted away into humongous jutting pecs nearly thirty centimeters thick and narrow masculine hips that seemed painfully tiny when held in comparison to her doorframe shattering shoulders and lats, and bulbous, turgid thighs that could not fit in even the roomiest pants available on site. Her small, too-tight custom made shorts had to be zipped up on the sides in order to fit her, and were stuffed with round, shredded balls of gluteal beef and something else tenting between her massive legs that called her biological gender into question. She was still technically female, as was documented on her file, but the stew of hormones swimming in her circulatory system came with certain... side-effects; side-effects that most men would kill to have. Sweat soaked her tight, gleaming, paper thin skin giving her an angelic aura at diametric odds with her hellish body. Spittle blasted and foamed around her lips through the mouth guard crushed between her teeth as she lowed like the genetically modified shebull she had become.

The head scientist chewed her lip, involuntarily squeezing her legs together while her panties soaked at the sight of her creation, the latest in a long line of mass monsters, and the biggest and strongest yet. She was loath to call her other pets failures, given how much she enjoyed watching them grow and validate her endless toil and research, this beautiful behemoth was her shiny new toy and made her all but forget the others. They still existed, somewhere in the lab, she was sure, but all of them had reached their apogee long ago. This one, however... The head scientist crossed her arms, surreptitiously caressing her turgid nipple replaying her new test subject's nearly endless capacity for more growth, calculating her rapidly inflating, ever climbing weight and muscle measurements, remembering how they simply did not have tape measures long enough to adequately chart her expansion, having to resort to mathematics before the new, custom made measures arrived. The head scientist's tongue wet her dried lips. How big was this walking ball of meat now? How much bigger was she going to get.

The explosions stopped. The monster threw the weight down with a concrete shattering kaboom. Her vast shoulders bucked, her super-meaty chest burst forward and out with breath. She sneered as she regarded herself in the wall-length mirrors that limned the room, seemingly wrathful that her growth was slow to activate. The truth was, the head scientist had been withholding administering the serum, instead injecting her with a placebo, as part of the experiment to see the latent effects of the serum. Miraculously, the potent drug remained operative even after weeks of each dose. Her monster still swelled seeming of her own accord despite this, packing on mass as a truly frightening pace even without the drug. The head scientist flicked her eyes to the gun-metal secure case on her console, containing the next dose. Her monster flexed, staying the head scientist's decision on whether or not to administer her venom to the beast.

Explosive muscles rumbled with the thunder of such terrible strength. The leviathan groaned orgasmically, high off of the swirling blood of the pump and the burn of lactic acid searing through her ravaged body. She could no longer truly pose properly, due to being so large. Even so, her sinew pulled her skin to the bursting point with the merest of movements let alone each forceful flex. The head scientist, leaned back to watch her favorite kind of pornography. Bulging muscles captivated her, bursting, and tightening, and growing so impenetrably hard. She couldn't wait to visit her beast later after her staff left for the day and personally examine each and every centimeter of her Eve's body with hand and mouth... but first things first.

"You," she said suddenly, causing every head in the room to look up from where they were focused to see if the head scientist was addressing them. She ignored them and settled her cold, imperious gaze on a small, mousy boy on his internship. She couldn't be assed to learn his name, one face amidst a sea of technicians, interns and unimportant dregs scurrying about the lab. He stupidly looked around, unsure she meant him. It wasn't until her cold stare turned positively polar that he hopped to and approached her console for further orders.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked nervously. She pushed the gunmetal case towards him, and unhooked the latches. It popped open with authority, and a cold hiss as icy fog spread and coiled outwards from the temperature control system keeping the serum at a frost temperature.

"It's time to administer the next dosage to Subject #58-2," she replied coolly. His eyes bulged almost as large as the monster in the test chamber's chest when he realized she meant for him to do it. He was wise enough to know not to argue, since this internship meant everything to him, and she literally held his livelihood in her hands. She was not so cruel as to decimate the poor boy's future on a whim, but she felt that he didn't need to know that.

He swallowed, and took the needle from the case. He stared at it, and dared to flick his eyes to the head scientist's expectant stare. He turned on his heel and powerwalked over to the blast door that lead to the connecting strut separating the test chamber from the control room for security purposes. He walked as fast as he could, thinking that she was timing him. The head scientist was fine with letting him think so, and looked around the room to see if anyone was bold enough to be looking her way. She carefully unfastened her pencil skirt from below her console in anticipation. The boy's fire was all gone as he set foot into the test chamber, no doubt getting cold feet now that he was out of the relative safety of the control room. Her beast ceased her flexing to cast a mad eye over a deltoid easily twice the size of the boy's skull. A deep rumbling purr filtered in through the microphones. The beast turned to regard the boy, stomping with huge, plodding steps over to him. The head scientist let out a careful measured breath of pleasure as her fingers slipped into her sopping panties. The test subject dwarfed the boy by a factor of at least FOUR! She could easily have swallowed him if she so chose at that moment. Lust colored the beast's once beautiful face as she regarded the small man in front of her. Her eyes pawed over his meek form and it didn't take a psychic to read her ever perverted thought flitting through her brain. The bulge in her shorts grew a little tighter, and her tongue wet her lips.

"Roids??" 'she' croaked with a bear like timbre, eyes flashing once they noticed the large needle in his hands.

"T-t-t-i-ime f-for a-an-another in-j-j-jection..." he replied, his voice like that of a mouse's squeak in comparison.

"Roids!!!" the monster crowed, breaking into a truly frightening smile around the black mouth guard still in place to avoid breaking her own teeth from the power of her own massive, oversized jaw muscles.

The boy produced the needle, and the monster nearly bowled him over to rip it from his hands, and probably take his hands with it, if she hadn't remembered the penalties for harming any of the science staff either purposefully or accidentally, and so refrained. Her muscles all jumped all over her physique as she canceled the sudden burst of movement. With shaking hands, the poor intern sunk the needle with plenty of difficulty into the beast's muscular veins after swabbing the injection site. He pushed the plunger all the way down, pumping her full of the volatile solution.

"Urrrghhh... Yeeahhh...." the beast bellowed, clenching her steel crushing hands and bunching her massive arms all the way to full muscular tension. Her veins visibly throbbed from the topping up of the potent chemical washing through her circulatory system. Her muscles began to bubble and roil, rumbling audibly. She twitched, and shuddered, curling her arms before her, glowering at the boy as she fired into a hellacious crab pose for maximum effect, further highlighting the inferiority of the male occupying the test chamber with her, a disparity that was only going to increase.

The head scientist let out an imperceptibly audible moan as her fingers danced gently on her groin watching her beast grow.

Description

The building shook with what seemed to be an artillery strike. The rhythmic thuds reverberated through the cold, sterile concrete foundations, shaking all who were inside to their very cores. Few looked up, busy writing down research notes, or making adjustments to the calibration equipment. The head scientist idly made note of them, tearing her eyes from the ogre in the test chamber reluctantly to make sure they were properly recording the carnage and comparing it to the weeks prior to chart the increase in strength of the test subject. Her face a mask of cool, analytic dispassion belied the fire burning in her loins watching her creation, her Frankenstein's Monster, hefted the equivalent of an main battle tank filled with molten lead repeatedly off the ground. The fat cables of the specially designed weight machine squealed and keened, almost overloading the recording equipment with its horrible screeching. The whining cables and plodding thuds of the weight did little to mask the monstrous grunting and groaning of her beloved monster in the test chamber. The voice, if it could be called that, was little more than a series of basal, feral utterances driven by a special sort of insanity, an instinct and drive to get bigger at all costs. It didn't sound human, rather that of a monstrous bear from the deepest, darkest pits of hell defending its killing grounds.

Most distressing of all to most once they laid eyes on the head scientist's pet project, it once was considered female. To anyone else, it hovered between abject disgust and morbid fear over what had science wrought, but to the head scientist, it was as wonderful, beauteous music.

She watched her beast's muscles dance, and shred under the intense duress of the weight, endlessly splitting, tearing, and reforming to get even bigger and stronger. Her formula was working perfectly, beyond perfect. Her beast had grown quadratically in just one month of treatment, a mere wisp of a thing with pigtails and a pretty little dress turned into a nearly genderless mass of chemically infused beef-plus. Her breasts and curvacious hips had melted away into humongous jutting pecs nearly thirty centimeters thick and narrow masculine hips that seemed painfully tiny when held in comparison to her doorframe shattering shoulders and lats, and bulbous, turgid thighs that could not fit in even the roomiest pants available on site. Her small, too-tight custom made shorts had to be zipped up on the sides in order to fit her, and were stuffed with round, shredded balls of gluteal beef and something else tenting between her massive legs that called her biological gender into question. She was still technically female, as was documented on her file, but the stew of hormones swimming in her circulatory system came with certain... side-effects; side-effects that most men would kill to have. Sweat soaked her tight, gleaming, paper thin skin giving her an angelic aura at diametric odds with her hellish body. Spittle blasted and foamed around her lips through the mouth guard crushed between her teeth as she lowed like the genetically modified shebull she had become.

The head scientist chewed her lip, involuntarily squeezing her legs together while her panties soaked at the sight of her creation, the latest in a long line of mass monsters, and the biggest and strongest yet. She was loath to call her other pets failures, given how much she enjoyed watching them grow and validate her endless toil and research, this beautiful behemoth was her shiny new toy and made her all but forget the others. They still existed, somewhere in the lab, she was sure, but all of them had reached their apogee long ago. This one, however... The head scientist crossed her arms, surreptitiously caressing her turgid nipple replaying her new test subject's nearly endless capacity for more growth, calculating her rapidly inflating, ever climbing weight and muscle measurements, remembering how they simply did not have tape measures long enough to adequately chart her expansion, having to resort to mathematics before the new, custom made measures arrived. The head scientist's tongue wet her dried lips. How big was this walking ball of meat now? How much bigger was she going to get.

The explosions stopped. The monster threw the weight down with a concrete shattering kaboom. Her vast shoulders bucked, her super-meaty chest burst forward and out with breath. She sneered as she regarded herself in the wall-length mirrors that limned the room, seemingly wrathful that her growth was slow to activate. The truth was, the head scientist had been withholding administering the serum, instead injecting her with a placebo, as part of the experiment to see the latent effects of the serum. Miraculously, the potent drug remained operative even after weeks of each dose. Her monster still swelled seeming of her own accord despite this, packing on mass as a truly frightening pace even without the drug. The head scientist flicked her eyes to the gun-metal secure case on her console, containing the next dose. Her monster flexed, staying the head scientist's decision on whether or not to administer her venom to the beast.

Explosive muscles rumbled with the thunder of such terrible strength. The leviathan groaned orgasmically, high off of the swirling blood of the pump and the burn of lactic acid searing through her ravaged body. She could no longer truly pose properly, due to being so large. Even so, her sinew pulled her skin to the bursting point with the merest of movements let alone each forceful flex. The head scientist, leaned back to watch her favorite kind of pornography. Bulging muscles captivated her, bursting, and tightening, and growing so impenetrably hard. She couldn't wait to visit her beast later after her staff left for the day and personally examine each and every centimeter of her Eve's body with hand and mouth... but first things first.

"You," she said suddenly, causing every head in the room to look up from where they were focused to see if the head scientist was addressing them. She ignored them and settled her cold, imperious gaze on a small, mousy boy on his internship. She couldn't be assed to learn his name, one face amidst a sea of technicians, interns and unimportant dregs scurrying about the lab. He stupidly looked around, unsure she meant him. It wasn't until her cold stare turned positively polar that he hopped to and approached her console for further orders.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked nervously. She pushed the gunmetal case towards him, and unhooked the latches. It popped open with authority, and a cold hiss as icy fog spread and coiled outwards from the temperature control system keeping the serum at a frost temperature.

"It's time to administer the next dosage to Subject #58-2," she replied coolly. His eyes bulged almost as large as the monster in the test chamber's chest when he realized she meant for him to do it. He was wise enough to know not to argue, since this internship meant everything to him, and she literally held his livelihood in her hands. She was not so cruel as to decimate the poor boy's future on a whim, but she felt that he didn't need to know that.

He swallowed, and took the needle from the case. He stared at it, and dared to flick his eyes to the head scientist's expectant stare. He turned on his heel and powerwalked over to the blast door that lead to the connecting strut separating the test chamber from the control room for security purposes. He walked as fast as he could, thinking that she was timing him. The head scientist was fine with letting him think so, and looked around the room to see if anyone was bold enough to be looking her way. She carefully unfastened her pencil skirt from below her console in anticipation. The boy's fire was all gone as he set foot into the test chamber, no doubt getting cold feet now that he was out of the relative safety of the control room. Her beast ceased her flexing to cast a mad eye over a deltoid easily twice the size of the boy's skull. A deep rumbling purr filtered in through the microphones. The beast turned to regard the boy, stomping with huge, plodding steps over to him. The head scientist let out a careful measured breath of pleasure as her fingers slipped into her sopping panties. The test subject dwarfed the boy by a factor of at least FOUR! She could easily have swallowed him if she so chose at that moment. Lust colored the beast's once beautiful face as she regarded the small man in front of her. Her eyes pawed over his meek form and it didn't take a psychic to read her ever perverted thought flitting through her brain. The bulge in her shorts grew a little tighter, and her tongue wet her lips.

"Roids??" 'she' croaked with a bear like timbre, eyes flashing once they noticed the large needle in his hands.

"T-t-t-i-ime f-for a-an-another in-j-j-jection..." he replied, his voice like that of a mouse's squeak in comparison.

"Roids!!!" the monster crowed, breaking into a truly frightening smile around the black mouth guard still in place to avoid breaking her own teeth from the power of her own massive, oversized jaw muscles.

The boy produced the needle, and the monster nearly bowled him over to rip it from his hands, and probably take his hands with it, if she hadn't remembered the penalties for harming any of the science staff either purposefully or accidentally, and so refrained. Her muscles all jumped all over her physique as she canceled the sudden burst of movement. With shaking hands, the poor intern sunk the needle with plenty of difficulty into the beast's muscular veins after swabbing the injection site. He pushed the plunger all the way down, pumping her full of the volatile solution.

"Urrrghhh... Yeeahhh...." the beast bellowed, clenching her steel crushing hands and bunching her massive arms all the way to full muscular tension. Her veins visibly throbbed from the topping up of the potent chemical washing through her circulatory system. Her muscles began to bubble and roil, rumbling audibly. She twitched, and shuddered, curling her arms before her, glowering at the boy as she fired into a hellacious crab pose for maximum effect, further highlighting the inferiority of the male occupying the test chamber with her, a disparity that was only going to increase.

The head scientist let out an imperceptibly audible moan as her fingers danced gently on her groin watching her beast grow.