In a dark, university basement, bristling with cold metal equipment, a television set on a file cabinet displayed a static chopped granular alarm.  "This is an announcement from the Emergency Response System.  An earthquake has compromised the central dam, and a hurricane is approaching.  Citizens are advised to seek shelter in the local disater relief facilities.   

     The skittish lab tech pleaded, "Nora! Stop the experiment."

     Laughter that pierced the thunder in the distance was the response of the PhD student.  "Stop?  This is the perfect time to complete the procedure!  It may be the one assurance of our survival!" 

    "But if the power matrices are damaged, you'll be killed."

    "Possibly so, It's a reasonable risk."  The young woman folded her arms, climbed a stairway down into a laboratory and hooked herself up to a machine which clamped down on her limbs.  "Start the sequence!"  She shouted to her colleagues in the control room above. 

    Beads of sweat congealed on the technician's face as he recounted the sequence.  "First-inject the growth hormone triggers..."  He pushed a key on a control panel.  His hands froze as a series of screams exploded from the lower chamber.  He stared at Nora's prostrate form, thrashing against the restraint devices until a poke from behind reminded him what must be done.       

"Two...  administer a low amperage shock."  He slowly turned a dial.  Eletrodes fastened to Nora's nipples sparked and sputtered, and the smell of ozone wafted through the air."

 The electricity was still crackling when the technician recalled.  "What's the last operation?"  He wiped a sluice of cold sweat off his brow and looked at his three colleagues.  "What the hell is it?"

"Umm...Administer the inhibitors!"  Somebody remembered.

"Right..."  The technician reached for a bright red button, but he never pushed it.  The building spasmed as the television bounced off the technician's head, knocking him out.  He landed on the dial, increasing the voltage of the machine.

"Aftershock!" A biologist yelled and pulled everyone under a workbench.  The hi precision technology shattered amidst the din of explosions.  Nora issued an ear splitting scream as the tectonic upheaval worsened and walls collapsed around the hapless survivors, enclosing them beneath the table. 

"The last one must have been a foreshock.  This is the big one!"

Nora stopped screaming. A few minutes passed in silence.  The students clutched to the legs of the table as a deluge tore through the building, splashing into the basement.  The last conscious member of the research team expected to be drowned under the table as the waters lapped at his nostrils.  Instead, he felt the ground undulate beneath him and a slight rising sensation.  The rubble fell away, and he realized that he was free.  He also realized that the ground was soft and somewhat sweaty. 

The collapse of the walls revealed a strange scene.  The afternoon sun extended a rainbow across the heavily raining sky.  All the survivors were awake and aware of a rocking sensation.  They were at sea atop a warm squishy pontoon. 

"Where are we?"  The lab tech asked.

"I don't know."

"Where's Nora?"

"Let's look for her."  The five men began a trek across the floating landscape.

"What is this thing?"

"It's a little like an iceberg, but it seems to be organic."

"It's Nora!"

"Where?"

One of the men seemed to peer down a gently sloping cliff.  His comarades joined him and gasped.

"Boys, we have encountered a complication."  Nora called from the side of the structure, which was a disproportional extention of her own chest.  She looked up, because her flesh would not allow her to breathe otherwise.     

I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I wanted to write about a super strong woman with all too human foibles. 

  "This deception is deplorable.  I want no part of it, Amber."  The first girl said.

  "Don't be so melodramatic, Carly.  In the long run, we're actually helping those men."

  "But we're stealing their musculature!"

  "We're not harming anybody, we're just slowing their progress a little."  The manager folded her boudler clad arms peremptorily.  She then took a bucket of sweat and poured it onto a sheet of filter paper.  After waiting for the persiration to dry, the woman ate the filter paper with a foul expression on her face.

    "You realize that's like cannibalism."

    "Again with the melodrama!  The nanites can't work outside our bodies, can they."  Amber gave a paper to Carly, which she consumed reluctantly. 

    "Okay... Hey Amber?"

    "What?"

     "Do you ever wonder about getting metal poisoning from these things?"

     She shrugged nonchalantly, elevating her gargantuan trapezius muscles above her ears.  "They're biodegradable. No poisoning, no long term effects, most iportantly, no evidence."

    Carly's eyes snapped open.  "Are we doing something illegal?"

    "Technically no.  The technology is so new that legislature doesn't cover it yet, but lawmakers have historically been myopic when it comes to iatrotechnological pioneering."

     "Doesn't this count as larceny?"

     "What will they get us for- Grand theft muscle?  Besides, at fifteen dollars a month, our members are virtually robbing us.  If the price reflected all the cholesterol management, organ repair, Anyuerism negating, genetic restoration, lifespan extension, and blood pressure regulation our symbioid machines perform, fifty dollars a week would be paltry, even calculating the muscular surtax."

     "Wouldn't it be faster if you drained females too?"  Carly's voice betrayed apprehension. 

    "You would think, but that would run counter to the greater scheme."  Amber lumbered around the room, philosophizing.  "You see, most men cannot handle power.  Some learn responsibility eventually, but so many become nuisances, bullies, and dangerous to themselves.  In contrast, women are far less prone to the calamitous hubris that can accompany power.  Moreover, men gain muscle more quickly, which is cost effective for harvesting.  The male mind is more prone to fixation over weightlifting, and finally, if a male starts to become suspicious, we can easily distract him with our physiques." Amber winked.

     "What about Tony? 

     "I had installed a contingency in case one of my employees failed."  Carly winced as Amber placed a remote control to her forehead and pushed a button.

     "What was that for?"  Carly heaved a sigh of relief, deflating her voluminous lungs.

     "It's a psionic modulator.  I had a special receptor planted inside Tony's brain during his examination yesterday.  It works by interrupting the Mind/brain transduction, effectively indefinately suppressing memories without damaging the neurons."

     Carly nearly fainted.  "You should notify the Nobel prize committee.  You'd be a billionaire!"

    Amber shook her head with a roll of her eyes.  "Wrong!" She snapped.  "If a government, or a military power, or a corporation gains control of this technology, it could mean the end of free thought as we know it!"

    "Then why don't you relinquish the technology."

    "That's a stupid question.  Even if I keep this a secret, some clod will eventually find it and start trying to enslave everything he sees.  I can't allow that to happen, can I?" 

    "You're mad..."

    "I won't disagree.  To love means to strive for a better world.  To change the world requires power, but power is immiscible with love..  But to love humanity necessitates the use of power against it!  You brought up this point before."

    "What!"  Carly did not have time for a coherent thought before Amber pointed the remote control at her.  She felt a brief flash of light, then momentary disorientation.

    Carly regained her bearings, "It's wrong to decieve those men, Amber.  What's wrong with me...?" She staggered suddenly to one side.

    Amber hefted her co worker up to chest level, and held her securly.  "Don't worry, it's all for the best.  You suffered acute dehydration again, Sweetie.  Don't worry about your aerobics class, just rest up and get some water.  The young blonde wrapped her arms around her thick, solid body and gave her a hug that would implode a man.  Under Carly's mass, Amber waddled to a back room, placed her on a hammock and gave her a glass of water. "Get back to work when you're ready."  She said gently and turned off the light.

The End.         

This is a fun image.  Her expression is priceless.

That's like many of the giantess stories I've read, translated into a video game and cast by SF characters! 

I might write a small follow up to this later.

I like BBWs as much as ripped girls, but I think they are easier to draw.  Still, some people here might like this one.

Cute.  She looks as if she is about to punch the machine.