Savage Growth Tales by Morphinman The first subject They bring the subject in; a seventeen year-old girl, skinny, obviously unathletic. her clothes hang forlornly from her bony frame as if tossed haphazardly upon a coat rack. We look at the chart: 5'1, 92 lbs. Sad... She was injected with the serum ten minutes ago. Progress is expected within the next five or so. She sits, slumped in the chair, absent- mindedly kicking the rung. She looks melancholy, probably has low self- esteem, on top of all the physical deficiencies. "Please stand up." We'll know in a few seconds... Suddenly, her eyes glaze over. Her body stiffens, immobilizing her; her breathing getting raspy and labored. The moment of truth. A nervous twitch overtakes her face, dispersing itself through her entire body. She garbles some unintelligible sounds, followed by a series of long grunts, as if relieving herself. She wheezes frantically in between each grunt, as they progressively grow deeper and louder; we note the timbre of her voice changing. Finally, she lets out a blood curdling shriek . The subject looks surprised; as if her pain and anxiety has subsided. She turns to look at us. her head rolls lazily, like a beachball bobbing on the sea. The rest of her body remains tense; fibers shocked, muscles contracting. It has begun. Slowly, the girl begins growing; her shirt stretches dramatically as her shoulders broaden and her chest voluminously swells; her developing arms fill the room inside the sleeves. Deepening shadows indicate a pair of ominously muscular pectorals, breats and nipples already straining against the contorted fabric. She sprouts a pair of savage trapezius muscles, rising around her thickening neck. Her shirt collar stretches wide, her head jerks backward with the force of the growth-spurt, revealing an overabundance of feminine cleavage. The buttons loosen under the girth of her torso. Likewise, the girl's thickening legs fill out the baggy pants very quickly. Within seconds, they've risen past her ankles, engorged by volumizing thighs and calves. She watches in disbelief at the phenomenon overtaking her. Making her grow. Turning her into a muscle beast.. Evidently, she's enjoying the show. With an emphatic BOOM!, the girl's massive chest erupts from her shirt, carelessly jettisoning the buttons; her enormous pecs pouring forth with relish. Likewise, her distended lats push outward, splintering the reinforced seams on both sides. A sharp RRRIP as her bloated traps explode, blossoming into massive lumps atop her thickly developed delts; a jagged hole exposes the rest of her back's formidable bulges in all their glory. Her deltoids mutate into a pair of bowling bowls set atop her broadened shoulder bones; the weakened sleeves split in half, revealing the trio of heads, each defiantly rippling with newfound size. It's only a matter of seconds before the girl's arms reach the bursting point; her mammoth triceps and freakish biceps simultaneously blast through the sleeves, her burly forearms reducing them to shreds. The kid's shirt looks like it's been bombed. She continues growing even after her upper body is stripped. Her delts and pecs rise and widen, her lats thicken voluptuously. Her attitude also undergoes a change. This girl is no longer shy or depressed. She obviously likes herself very much now, expressing herself with an emphatic double bicep. A broad smile comes over her face as her arms leap up. Again, she flexes, reveling in her growth. The results are beyond even our wildest imagination. We had expected a maximum growth of 50%, putting the subject at approximately 175 lbs, but she was already at 200, with no end in sight. The development of her torso was nothing short of astounding. Her shoulder girdle was tremendous, the taper to her waist seemed to defy gravity. her skin was thin as could be, veins were clearly defined everywhere: pecs, delts, arms, legs. Mary With a sigh, Mary places the beaker down on the counter. She's tired of being a skinny, pencil-neck geek. She wants to feel different. Her hand trembles as she lifts the glass. She swallows hard. Her fingers drum nervously on the counter. A few seconds elapse. She breaks into a sweat. What's taking so long? Nothing. Crap. Disgusted, she slams her fist, plopping herself onto the lab stool. What did she leave out? Her calculations had been so exact, so perfect. Suddenly, she belches. Great. But in a few seconds, she knows something's different. She's very hot. Very hot. She's never perspired like this before. Her face literally drips with sweat, running down onto her shirt. She mops her face with the ratty lab towel. Intense heat emanates from her body. She's overcome by a feeling of disorientation, like she's stoned. She can't speak or make a sound except for some garbled nonsense. Her brain seems on the verge of exploding. Maybe she's overdone it. Her vision blurs, frightening her. Stop it, she wants to scream, but she can't. Nothing comes out. She can't stop it. How could I have been so stupid?. The anger boils up in her. All of a sudden, she feels really strong. Really, really strong. Omnipotent. Aggressive. She scratches an itch on her chest between her apple-sized breasts. Her chest is harder, it's bulging. Bigger. Her chest is bigger. She feels it slowly rising. Rising, widening. Bulging. She feels around some more. Her arms feel different too. Tighter in the sleeve. Her arm is thicker than before. Heavier. Her neck too. The collar is almost tight. She watches, mesmerized, as her chest slowly fills out her blouse. Her shoulders, back, traps, legs, everything grows progressively larger. Thicker. Muscular. She feels their heaviness increasing. She feels the hardness of the bulges under her clothes. Herein lay the power and strength she's sought for so long. Finally. Inside of her, begging to be brought out. Readying for eruption. She remembers the scale, and jumps on. Her weight's already increased from 123 to 165 lbs. In less than a minute, she's gained over 40 lbs. of muscle. The needle shakes crazily, but surely, it goes up. 166...167...168... Her collar closes tightly around her throat, choking her. All she can do is laugh as she strangles. Because she knew that in a matter of seconds...POP! The button rips off the collar and shoots across the room. Cool... She feels her traps bloating atop her widening shoulders, monster traps beginning to poke out from the collar. Her chest has bulged so far she can't see her own waist. Her blosue is pulled taut across her chest now, her shoulders and arms engulf the sleeves. The front pulls this way and that as it molds around her bulging pecs and now-softball size breasts. . Just when it seems there's no room to grow any larger, she hears a small explosion. One by one, the stitches holding her shirt together begin giving way. Her shirt screams out in agony as it shreds and explodes. A button pops off here, a seam over there, a hole rips down the back. At the same time the seams of her jeans, now skin tight around those swollen thighs, splinter their seams. The denim tears like tissue paper as her rippling quads and hams grow and grow. The backside splits open, exposing her shorts. She feels drunk with power. What a sensation! She feels omnipotent, like there was nothing she cannot do. Hulk out! In a frenzy of tearing, her shirt explodes as her staggering torso bursts through. Now at last she can see for herself this bounty of muscle. Herculean pecs that bulged and throbbed almost obscenely, horrific traps packed with power, staggering delts that reminded her of three bowling balls crushed together, what more could she ask for? Everything and more. Her sleeves begin to peel like human bananas, unsheathing her devastating, bulging arms. She flexes slowly in disbelief, watching the biceps peak higher, cramming the available space on her arms with inhuman muscle. They leap up with such brutal force that their single heads lumped themselves into terrifying doubles, both throbbing with power. Her shirt has now relinquished to her. A pile of rags lay pathetically atop those awesome traps. Her monster torso heaves slowly, still growing. She gasps, taking it all in. Her set of armor. her tower of strength. All hers. She had to share this with her friends ! Tom meets Mary I met Mary at the gym after eight on Sunday. Mary always liked to meet on Sundays because that was the one night when the gym closed early. Mary was warming up when I got on the floor. She looked bigger than she did last Sunday. A lot bigger. She looked 50 pounds heavier. She was wearing a tight white tank top which barely could contain her massive upper body. Her muscles were starting to look freaky. Her pecs jutted out like a huge shelf, holding her soccer ball size breasts high in defiance of gravity. She was on the incline bench pushing up a bar with 225 pounds. That weight was like a twig to Mary. She pumped up it up and down 12 times and when she had finished she sat up and flashed me a smile. I told her, "You look like you've gained 50 pounds since last week "I have. I'm on a new program." "Your chest looks awesome." Mary smiled and effortlessly bounced her pecs. They bunched up under the shirt stretching the fabric. Mary knew I loved her pecs and she got a kick out of showing them off. "Your arms look bigger too." "I've put on 10 inches since last week." I gulped. She had. Mary raised her right arm and the bicep peaked into a small mountain. As she held the pose, more and more veins popped out. "Give it a squeeze." My hand reached out and gripped Mary's 24 inch arm. The muscle felt like a rock covered in velvet. Her arm was so big that my hand looked puny next to it. "So what's this new program." "I'm part of an new experiment in human muscle growth for the University. I started last week. Dr. Miller gives me a shot once a week and then I drink three genetically engineered protein shakes each day. I swear to God, I can feel my muscles growing right now." It looked it to me. Ever so slightly Mary's muscles seemed to have a slight tension running through them. It was as if her body was constantly on the verge of flexing. It almost did seem as if her shirt had gotten tighter since I walked in. "I can't wait to work out every day. I've gone through two shirts this week. And this one won't make it through this work-out." Mary picked up two 180 pound dumbbells, the heaviest ones in the gym and started doing a set of incline flies. I watched in awe as her huge pecs just swelled each time she pushed the dumbbells together over her chest. Her head was buried under her huge chest. Each rep seemed to make her pecs just get bigger. Mary said, "These weights just seem to get lighter with each rep. I can feel my pecs just getting bigger and bigger." Mary's shirt was now completely tight and it seemed to get tighter with each rep. She was growing before my eyes. I heard the first rip. Mary moaned in pure pleasure as she felt her body growing. The pecs just caused a huge rip to appear over her right nipple. Mary threw the weights down and sat up and as her huge chest just filled out the shirt to the bursting point. Mary smiled and flexed her boulder sized pecs and the straps on her tank top snapped. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. "Feel 'em. I know you want to." I put both my hands on her breasts and they pushed against my palms not from any action of Mary's but because the muscle underneath was growing. I almost fainted when I realized this. "This is nothing. Watch my arms when I curl." Mary picked up a barbell loaded with 225 pounds with one hand and picked it up and started to curl. That was 200 pounds more than she had used the week before! Her first rep she strained to bring it up. Then she started to curl faster and with more control. her biceps rippled and swelled. Every vein was visible and the then they grew. I could see the big vein running down her bicep just inflate. Her arms looked like you were inflating them with a bicycle pump. Mary closed her eyes and was clearly turned on by her own growth. Every rep made her arms get bigger and bigger......... "Measure them."Mary had set down the bar and stood slowly flexing her massive biceps in the mirror. Trembling I picked up a tape measure and wrapped it around the mountain on her right arm. "28 inches...no, 28 and a half..no, 29 inches " I said. She giggled. They're still gowing aren't they ?" she asked. I nodded. She was a muscle freak.. Every part of her body was now growing. Mary grabbed a blender of protein shake and chugged it. Every gulp make her grow. Hr thighs, her back, her neck. She flexed in the mirror and laughed. "I'm not even gonna bother with clothes if this keeps up. I see you're enjoying this as much as I am." Mary took my hand which looked puny in her hand and ran it down her chest and over her abs. She was growing. Mary then picked me up by the belt and held me a foot off the floor. I grabbed a tape measure and wrapped it around her flexed arm. 33 inches of rock hard muscle. The bicep quivered and stretched the tape as she held the pose. "It'll keep growing all afternoon." I measured all of her and stood in shock. She had gained 29 pounds in this one work-out. Mary then suggested a nap. I shouldn't say suggested. She just said, "We need a nap."and then picked me up and carried me in back to a cot. She overfilled it completely and then wrapped her huge arms around me and held me to her body. She fell asleep immediately but I couldn't sleep because with every breath she took I could feel her muscles growing. My hands roamed over her unbelievable muscles. Her arms and pecs were monstrous and thick. Her abs were like rows of hard muscle, catching my fingertips in each one as she inhaled and exhaled. Tickling her inadvertently, she woke up and smiled at me. Lisa Lisa's head reeled; she couldn't tell if she was standing. The room spun madly; she could only decipher a swirling mess of colors. Her forehead pounded in tandem with the insistent, violently accelerated beating of her heart. She was swept with incredible nausea. Her heart sounded like a frantic Morse code. What was happening ? Then she remembered the treatment she had volunteerd for. Almost as suddenly as the whole episode started, the pain ended. Lisa found herself sprawled on the floor of the lab, panting heavily, drenched in nervous perspiration. The only thing that hadn't changed was the rapidity of her heartbeat. It was still alarmingly fast, yet she didn't feel out of breath. She felt normal, calm; surprising, considering the scariness of her experience. In fact, she felt good. Warm. Suddenly, her entire body was gripped by overwhelming pain, like a full-body Charley horse. Every muscle, every fiber, seemed to be pulled in the wrong direction. Lisa clenched her teeth in agony, trying to extract herself from the vice-like grip. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. She tried harder, bearing down with all her might. One last try. She looked down at her contorted, pain-wracked body, and did a double- take. She was changing. Her chest was swelling, her breasts rising and getting rounder. Growing larger. Not just bigger in size, but muscular. Freaky muscular. She watched the outline of her pecs balloon inside her shirt. Her chest bulged bigger, packed with breathtaking muscle. Real muscle, as big as any male bodybuilder's. Lisa's shirt stretched tighter. She couldn't believe it; she was turning into a muscle babe, a real bodybuilder. Just like she had always wanted. But never in her wildest dreams had she thought it would happen. Especially like this. Enrapt, Lisa watched her body press tighter against her clothes, she could feel herself developing. Becoming bigger. Stronger. By now, Lisa's chest had widened just as incredibly as it had mounded up. Although she couldn't feel them, there was no mistaking those monster pecs her shirt, pulling it taut, fighting the buttons that kept it closed. She caught a glimpse down inside the shirt; all she saw an endless expanse of muscular flesh and boobs. Bulging. Growing. Lisa felt her arms being lifted out to the sides; pushed away by bulked-up lats that belonged on some Mr. Olympia contestant, but now hers: barn door wide, juicily thick lats packed the seams of her shirt. Her melon-sized shoulders followed suit, swelling, cramming her sleeves. Her traps surged up, giving her the appearance of a formidable linebacker. "Bigger. Make me bigger." She was really getting off on getting huger and freakier. Her swollen legs stuffed her pants like sausages. They had already ridden up to mid-calf level. Straining over her protruding pecs, she could make out every single striation and curve of her outrageous quads engorging her jeans. She swooned when she noticed her arms. The former spindles were so tightly packed into her sleeves, she thought they would burst. She regarded the contorted fabric, pulled so tight across those multitudinous bulges. Biceps, triceps, brachs. All her now. Lisa's biceps were as big as some men's legs. How much bigger could they grow? "C'mon, show me how big! " she thought. The simultaneous sensations of her chest lifting, her back spreading, and her traps, shoulders and arms pumping huge was just more than she could take... "OH YEAHHHHH!" In an explosion of muscular development, , Lisa's chest burst open the shirt with an ear- splitting crack, buttons shooting off in every direction. With a vengeance, her mountainous pecs surged up ominously below her chin. Her glorious shoulders and traps ruptured the sleeves, splitting them with a sickening rip. Victoriously, her lats blasted a huge hole in the back of the shirt. Lisa stared at her mounding biceps, savoring the straining sounds of the fabric as her developing muscles mercilessly blasted through the sleeves: biceps grotesquely packed with bulging power, topped by a fiendishly freaky peak that grew so ridiculously, it split into a heinous double-peak in its vain search for room on her bones. Veins stood out sharply, pumping more superhuman blood to those engorged fuckers. Lisa's triceps hung like juicy slabs of meat, popping the remaining threads that encircled her monstrous appendages. Her attention was grabbed by her legs, beginning to erupt from her pants. Ragged strands of blue denim flew up into Lisa's face as her terrifying quad development reached the bursting-point, bulging sadistically, splitting the seams lengthwise, prying open the skintight pants. The vascularity of her two death-machines was mind-boggling. Every possible striation was there threefold, ripped and pulsing, oozing with muscular masculinity.Indeed, they seemed liked animals themselves, annihilating every trace of blue that tried to cover their stunning magnificence. Lisa felt her hideously hulking traps within centimeters of her ears now. The gargantuan mass of her pecs and boobs obliterated the view of her feet, even when bending over. Her Herculean arms hung at what seemed like forty-five degree angles from her fantastic lat spread. Lisa's shorts were the last to go, contorted beyond recognition between her Olympian abs and the tops of her luscious thighs. The elastic was stretched to the absolute limit, and refused to give anymore. With a painful snap, they relinquished to Lisa's overripe behind. She felt her rock hard glutes. Those were truly buns of steel !