Saturday morning, 10:30 am.
“38...39....40! at three hundred and fifty pounds. Megan just earned her double scoop. Care to try for the triple?”
Megan wiped the sweat from her face and giggled.
“No thanks Dr. T. I know my limits!”
“You go SB! Now move outta the way. It's my turn!” Denise said, playfully elbowing her aside.
“SB???”
“Yeah doc. That's her new nickname.”
“Which means?”
“Skinny Bitch.”
“That's not nice!!”
“Doc. I don't mind being called a skinny bitch. In fact, I LOVE it! It's much better than my old nickname.”
“Let me guess. “Fat Bitch”?”
“Exactly.”
“I'll never understand you girls...”
“Don't try!!”
As Denise loaded up the bench-press bar with 425 lbs., her current personal best, Megan walked over to one of the full length mirrors on one side of the workout area. In the past she loathed them. Now, it seemed like she was drawn to them, like a moth to a flame. The doctor wasn't lying when he said, she'd see a stunning metamorphosis in herself. They didn't stop her from eating just like they promised, it was just that the tables were filled every day with fresh fruit and vegetables and lots and lots of protein. At first she had a hard time adjusting to the diet, her body craving the junk food it was used to. But as soon as she started their daily workouts, she began devouring everything put in front of her. And much to her shock, no one breathed a word when she went back for seconds. Or thirds. Or fourths!! She was even more shocked, when she saw the numbers on the scale DROPPING when she went for their bi-weekly physicals. After three weeks, after her morning shower she dropped her towel on the ground and was staring at the sculpted, muscular body of a serious fitness competitor. It was on that day that Denise gave her the nickname she loved so much.
Denise took a deep breath and pushed the heavy barbell over her head, exhaling on the way up. Then she lowered the bar once again for the 50th time, feeling as the hard steel bar barely brushed the equally hard nipples of her sports bra covered breasts. Denise had been a top female athlete at her school and was no stranger to the inside of a gym. She was almost always training for basketball season or track or the occasional softball or flag football game. Her personal best in the gym was about 250 lbs. NOW she was using that as her warm-up weight!! She was the second largest and strongest of the girls. Hot on the heels of Mrs. Dennet's daughter Stephanie, who was either studying or sleeping right then, she wasn't sure which. And just like Dr. Tompkins had said, even with her near superhuman strength, speed and reflexes she had not lost her feminine attributes, as evidenced by the FFF-cup breasts that were slowly bursting the seams of her current top. The heavy weight she was lifting did nothing to remedy the problem as it only caused them to grow bigger with every pump. It wasn't as if her or any of the other girls walking around topless would cause a stir inside the hangar, but for the sake of decency, they kept it to a minimum. Denise's bowling ball-sized and shaped ass guaranteed that only them and her broad shoulders were touching the surface of the bench.
Melody and Tabitha were over in the corner, having a race of sorts on the treadmills. They would try to one-up one another by increasing the speed of their treadmills every few minutes. They had been running for the past hour and a half at the treadmills' nearly full speed and neither of them had shown even the slightest signs of fatigue. Although, the machines' motors were on the verge of overheating. Melody's sports bra was made of much stonger and thicker material than everyone else's primarily to contain the enormous breasts sitting on her chest. But that still didn't stop them from bouncing along to her stride. Melody was slightly apprehensive about the implant removal surgery when they first began, despite her original enthusiasm. And she did feel a bit small and insignificant when they were done. But all that changed after she began her individualized program. In the first two weeks, her breasts had grown to almost their pre-removal size. After that it was like they had been hooked up to a helium tank. She would almost jump for joy on their chest workout days because her breasts would be 3-5 inches bigger after each one and she would go up a cup size every week and a half. Thankfully, after 10 weeks her growth finally began to slow down and stop at her current 88 HH cup. The tailors who made the clothing for the entire facility had the stroke of genius to begin incorporating kevlar weave into the bras and workout gear of the three bigger girls. This allowed the clothes to survive some of the wear and tear put on them by the girls' sudden growth spurts.
Stephanie was currently asleep despite the bustling and clanking that echoed through the hangar that morning. She never got up before noon, maybe after one o'clock to join the girls for lunch and their afternoon and evening workout sessions. And after everyone else went to bed, she would be up for the rest of the night, having a private workout session or staring and tapping away on her computer. No one knew what she was up to but it seemed to be very important. She was also administering her own shots as she had dismissed the science team months earlier. The only indication that she was still actively maintaining her routine was during their evening weigh-ins and measurements, she would always be 2-5 inches bigger than Denise in every aspect.
The months soon flew by and the day had finally come to show Angela the fruits of their labors.
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