The Growth Gun

Ariana was torn inside. This was the chance to fulfil her deepest desire and make her greatest dream come true. But she couldn’t turn a blind eye to the risks. She was putting all her hope in an unknown and untested device, and it was uncertain whether it would work as intended at all. Additionally, combining it with her protein shake had increased the number of unknown variables. Perhaps it was more potent. Perhaps it had side effects that were actually exacerbated by the procedure. Perhaps it would outright kill her. She lingered on the thoughts of the shake transforming her into a malformed monstrosity, or even worse, having the opposite of the desired effect. Ariana pictured herself dwindling into a diminutive, 3-foot-tall woman, flat as a board, with twig-like arms and legs. Dark visions, rational thoughts, and ardent fantasies struggled in her mind for supremacy, her inner battle reflected in the changing expressions on her beautiful face. The disgusted grimace caused by her imagining herself as a flat, weak pipsqueak was quickly replaced by a lustful smile, as she pictured herself growing through the roof of a multistorey building. She saw herself rising above the dust cloud, her shoulders bursting through the sidewalls and the few remains of the roof her head had left, while her even more humongous breasts, which were clearly outpacing even the rest of her body in terms of growth speed, exploded through the front wall, obliterating the upper stories with contemptuous ease. Her massive muscles swelled even proportionally larger, as the mighty ‘V’-shape of her torso became even more extreme… She felt celestial warmth emanating from her womanhood, which ached for attention and relief. Primal lust urged her to take the risk and down the beaker, but Ariana hadn’t become the mighty Amazon she was today by being too weak-minded to overcome her urges. Her indomitable resolve wrestled down the beast that was her titanic desire. Ariana wasn’t scared, but she was no fool. She had to test the shake’s effects before she’d risk drinking it herself.
While she outmatched all of her female powerlifting competitors by a comfortable margin, she had formed and grown some rivalries with some of them. Especially, Megan van Vaugh, a 36-year-old brunette, who had been the regular runner-up in competitions lately. Ariana outclassed her in every aspect: she was taller, bustier, and stronger, but she had to admit that Megan was blessed with a very beautiful face, and she wasn’t at her strength limit yet. Over the course of the last year, she had continuously improved her record, while Ariana had matched to hit her own peak every time, but had stagnated for a while now. For a while, she entertained the thought of testing the shake on one of her rivals, especially Megan, as the brunette was a bitch, and Ariana would easily be able to live with Megan suffering even severe adverse effects of the shake, as Megan hadn’t been above trying to sabotage or even hurt Ariana herself. One of the few friends Ariana had among the other powerlifters had caught Megan trying to sneak a strong laxative in Ariana’s drink before the last competition, and prevented her from doing so, and it hadn’t been Megan’s worst transgression by far. For Ariana, it would be a retributive justice rather than a devious act to use Megan as a guinea pig, even if the brunette would suffer from it. There was a certain charm to the thought of Megan turning into a feeble wimp, putting an abrupt end to her ongoing ascent. Ariana wouldn’t even shed a tear over Megan turning into an obscene monstrosity - After all, it would only finally make her appearance match her character. She was even pretty sure that Megan dying from the shake wouldn’t bother her too much, as it was certainly no loss for humanity to get rid of one overzealous bitch… but Ariana couldn’t stomach the thought of giving the shake to Megan and finding out that it was actually working as intended. Suffering - even just one split-second – to be eclipsed by the bitchy brunette, to watch her swell in size and strength, was a thought even more nightmarish than death to Ariana. In front of her inner eye, she was pressed flat on her back on the ceramic tiles of a shower room. Her whole view was dominated by a towering Megan, who was so tall that even while she was leaning forward, the high ceiling was barely inches from her head. But her size wasn’t the only staggering change; even in proportion, her muscle mass had quadrupled, and despite it being a rather generously spaced-out shower room, Megan made it look cramped. There was another reason that Megan had to bend down: Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to see past her monolithic breasts. She was smiling down, an orgasmic grin on her face, though Ariana could barely see it from her angle, obscured as it was by Megan’s staggering breasts. Unable to move even an inch, almost all oxygen pressed out of her lungs, she suffered the sight of her biggest rival dominating her whole field of vision, pinning her down with her left big toe alone. Admittedly, the foot the toe was on was in proportion with the rest of her titanic rival, and in turn, the leg the foot was on was thicker than the trunk of an ancient oak, but it was just one toe nonetheless that kept her pinned in place with contemptuous ease. Megan clearly enjoyed her position of power; it didn’t only show in her expression and posture, Ariana could even smell it, almost taste it, as the shower room was filled with the thick, pungent aroma of the brunette’s behemoth love juices. There was an odour that spoke to Ariana - despite the horror she felt - in the loudest possible terms: the distinctive smell of female arousal. Megan’s enormous size seemed to amplify the scent; it was all around Ariana, almost overpowering her. Looking upwards at the pink, glistening folds of Megan’s womanhood to confirm it, there was no doubt; she was soaking wet.

“Well, well! Look, how the tables have turned, o mighty Ariana!” the behemoth purred.

“It would be so easy to finally get rid of you…” she mused, as Ariana saved the precious air her lungs were still able to suck in. “No one could punish me for it… I’m clearly above the law now…but where would be the fun in that?”

“I’m a big woman, with big needs, and among all the insects here, you are the one with the physique to see to those needs! So how about me releasing you and you get this cheeky tongue of yours to work to see those needs are fulfilled?”

Ariana shook her head in disgust. Way too risky! In her opinion, it was even more dangerous than self-testing!

She thought about her friends, but she didn’t want to harm them, and quite a few of them were really ‘driven’ themselves and might indulge the changes too much. She needed a female test-subject, neither antagonistic, nor too ambitious, and – for the sake of a moderately clean consciousness – might enjoy gaining strength and size… it would be a win-win. She would get the ‘risk-assessment’ she needed, her test-subject would gain an enhanced body, and before she knew how that was even possible, Ariana would ascend herself.
Still unsure who she should convince or trick into drinking the shake, she looked out of the window. And once more on this day, fate was on her side. A large truck stopped at her neighbour’s driveway. Four large men emerged and started to unload large boxes; it looked like a sizable furniture delivery. But surprisingly, they just placed the delivery on the driveway, instead of moving it into the house. Ariana didn’t know much about her neighbours, who were living in that house, apart from their names: Gwen and Lisa, as they had moved in only 6 months ago, and Ariana had been on the road for her competitions a lot, and so they had only chatted briefly whenever they had occasionally met. Her two neighbours were both 21 years old and studying medicine at the city’s university. The house was their ‘student shared flat’, Gwen’s wealthy parents had bought it for their daughter, making sure that she had a nice home during her study time, claiming it wasn’t a big deal, as they could always sell it later, and it was kind of an investment. Gwen was their only child, and they tended to be a bit overprotective, and as Gwen had phrased, during one of the ‘longer-more-in-depth’-small talks, warded off any guy interested in her. So, Gwen had seized the opportunity to become more independent and chose a university in a different city. Having achieved almost perfect grades, she had been free to choose her university.
Ariana was sure that Gwen’s parents had had a lot of warding off to do, as Gwen was admittedly drop-dead gorgeous. She was sporting a dynamite body with perfect hourglass curves. Few men, who saw her long legs, big breasts, green eyes, and long blond hair, wouldn’t drool all over her. She was almost as tall as Ariana, standing at six feet, and she was also impressively busty, as she was sporting an impressive pair of very huge, but firm and shaped, double D's, by Ariana’s best estimate, something around 50 to 52. Whatever Gwen wore, her jaw-droppingly curvaceous figure was apparent, combined with the fact that her face seemed to glow with radiant beauty; no matter how indignant or upset she was, she was undeniably a stunningly beautiful woman.
Her best friend and housemate, Lisa, was easy to miss in conversations of Ariana, Gwen, and herself. Not that she wasn't beautiful, quite on the contrary, should they ever manage to implement their plan and go dancing together, they would drive all men in the clubs insane, and Lisa would play her part in it. Like Gwen, she seemed to be a woman with a great personality, and she was also absolutely gorgeous. The reason one could easily miss her was that Lisa was petite, standing at only four feet eleven, if even that, and she was almost worryingly thin. Yet, despite her almost emaciated appearance, her figure still managed to be curvy, with wide, deep hips and a generous swell of bosom, as she sported at least 34C's and a tight, little, shaped and firm butt.