This choice: "Want to give the machine a try?" • Go Back... "So, what do you think?" Cathy asks. "Want to give the machine a try?"
Her right arm rises to a mountainous peak, and a single vein thickens with the motion, feeding juicy new-grown muscle. Everything about her new body is huge, even in a baggy tank top and shorts. Lats spread like wings, thick thighs sprawled across the couch, and strong pecs clearly outlined by a crimson sports bra. A fresh confidence fills every motion. Teasing smiles come easier. No more wilting violet. No more slight stutter and uncomfortable winces at the first sign of a camera.
Cathy's hot now. Every inch of her embraces the new paradigm. Strong. Confident. Sexy.
"Let me process the shock a little! Not every day you come back from summer vacation, and your friends have built a machine that revolutionizes medical science." Dennis gives her a teasing push on the shoulder, and boulders of muscles ripple under his fingertips for a split-second.
"You're telling me. We finished the thing late last Thursday, and Deidre hopped in with no hesitation. Just programmed in all the measurements, and demanded I hit the start button. If you thought I looked insane adding 16 pounds, Deidre's session was unreal. Skin stretching, white knuckles, breathing like a panic attack. The reckless idiot didn't even change into something baggy beforehand. So Autumn and I got to watch that tight Wonder Woman shirt she loved so much stretch 'til failure. The v-neck started to tear around an F-cup, and the sleeves split when her arms blasted past tennis ball size. Once her back started growing, the whole thing just shredded.
"Her leggings were just as fucked. Adding six inches to your thighs, and going from no ass to a pair of moons with their own gravity stretched them see-through. I could see every cord of muscle when the last growth spurt hit. There was this creak, and then the stitches in the waistband gave out with a pop. They were so packed with muscle, they looked ready to explode.
"Thought we killed her when the thing shut down and she crumpled the the floor. I cut the leggings off with a some fabric scissors after got her in bed, and her feet had already started turning purple. Dragged her to the campus clinic for some blood work first thing in the morning, after she regained use of her legs again. Should have seen the look on that nurse's face when Deidre rolled up one sleeve, and a thick vein popped up right at the crook of her elbow. It was a phlebotomist's Christmas present.
"Autumn went next, Saturday morning. We split hers into thirds, to be a bit more cautious. Gave it a couple hours between each one. She came out of the first session with C-cups, the second with E-cups, and on the third I fat-fingered a parameter she and ended up with H-cups. Not that she was upset about the extra size, mind you. Spent the rest of the day bra shopping and replacing her entire closet with V-necks."
Cathy stares far-eyed across the room at the memory.
"Casey practically pushed me in there after she was done. Hers only took one session. Wanted that martial artist look to match her monk cosplay. She bumped her weight up a couple pounds to 120, and her body fat down to 12%. A couple minutes later, she was fucking shredded, and barely broke a sweat. Grabbed my hand, shoved it against her new six-pack, and said 'You want these'. Asked if I was going to make her the only martial class in the group."
"And well, I guess the answer's obvious." Cathy gestures to her beefy figure.
"You're the party wizard, right?" Dennis teases.
He earns a snicker, and a playful slap on the shoulder that lingers with a sting. "Ass."
"You look incredible." He switches to sincerity. "Cutting a real paladin figure."
A hint of blush touches her cheeks. "Just have to finish the mace in time for the convention."
"You're going to make one hell of a splash." Dennis replies.
"Here and in class. I've already been rehearsing how I'm going to explain all the changes away. Figure I'll say it's a new supplement, or something." She muses. "From chubby to champion in 12 weeks or less. Sounds like a bad infomercial."
"Supplements?" Dennis chuckles. "Like Arnold Schwarzenegger and his vitamins?"
"I know, I know." Cathy grouses. "I just need something plausible for people to hang their hat on, something besides untested miraculous biomedical engineering. The parents will be the hardest sell, but at least there's an entire semester before they'll see. Easier to explain it away as long hours in the gym."
Dennis raises a doubtful eyebrow. "That'd be like me coming home looking like Conan the Barbarian."
"You? A big strong martial class like me?" Cathy eyes him up and down. "You could pull it off."
Dennis flails his thin arms at the assessment. He's 150 pounds after a heavy lunch, not some shirtless sword-swinging warrior. Combined with his wiry 6' 1" height, his arms are spaghetti next to Cathy's jacked pythons. "Not in this lifetime."
"No no nonono. Here, stand up." Cathy pulls him across the apartment to the bathroom mirror. She pulls his arms up gently into a double bicep, and Dennis doesn't bother to flex. There's nothing to show.
"Look." She gently touches a hand to each shoulder.
"You have the proportions." She runs a thumb out along the backside of each arm. "Wide shoulders. Short biceps."
The handles trail gently down his torso to just above the belt. "Narrow waist."
"You don't look the part." Cathy idly thumbs his belt loop. "But you have the right figure for the role."
Her breathe is warm on his neck, and he can feel a light pink crawl up is cheeks. "And Dennis? You already forgot. With our new machine, proportions are all you need. You bring the bone structure, and biomedical science will do the rest."
Dennis' breathe comes up short. He meets Cathy's eyes in the mirror. They look through him. She sees him, and what he could be overlaid in the reflection.
"A loincloth would be easy to make." He stumbles over the words.
"It would be." She sounds miles away.
"The rogue outfit's falling apart." He continues.
Cathy hums in response. The distant gaze starts to refocus. Slides from intense consideration to another emotion.
"I would-, we would make a good duo."
"We would."
There's a long, endless pause.
"Yes." Dennis says.
"Yes?"
"Yes, I'll do it. Just to find out why you're looking at me like that." Dennis turns around to face her. He leans forward with the words, a challenge, not an accusation, until they're a hair's breadth away from rubbing noses.
Cathy blushes, but remains bold. The new confidence carries her through. "Because the thought of it makes me even more interested than I already was."
The words short circuit Dennis' brain for two heartbeats. His brain uninstalls, reinstalls, and pings the server for software update. Reframes every 'casual' touch from the last year in a new light.
Oh.
"Interested." The words fall from his lips.
Cathy snorts. "I was so transparent."
"I'm oblivious." He replies.
"I was too coward to say it before."
"And now?" Dennis pushes. "Got more boldness in store?"
Strong hands tighten around his waist, and Cathy pulls him in for a kiss. "Try me."
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