Sports Medicine – a story with some adult content – (my first story ever)

This is my first effort, I haven't proof read (too lazy 🙂 ), hope you like it.

Dr. Doug Rutherford leaned against the gymnasium wall, watching as people went about their business, lifting weights, working on cardio equipment, moving from machine to machine.  Doug was project lead on rehabilitation program, specializing in treatment of injuries through administration of hormone and chemical therapies combined with specialty exercise programs.  A variety of test subjects from the university had been recruited, and generally, the success had been good, but not exceptional.  The stad out case was Jennifer Martin.   Jennifer was a gymnast who had injured her shoulder in a floor routine, and had asked to be included in the program, as her scholarship depended on being able to compete.

Doug watched as Jennifer worked on the flat bench press.  She had just cranked out 20 reps with 2 plates per side (225 lbs.) and was moving to add another 25 lbs. per side to finish out her chest work out.  Jennifer was abnormal for a gymnast in that she was a tall 5’11” and already carrying a fair amount of muscle.  Her bust was also a little more generous than usual, but Doug tried not to think about that!  She had shoulder length copper red hair and pale green eyes and moved with a grace that was border line erotic.  She was wearing a cut off black tank top, and Doug quietly admired the gentle ripples in her mid section as she turned to the plate rack.  Jennifer was his “success story” and he was preparing to write the final report and clear her to return to regular training.  She caught his eye and gave a smile and wave before she took her position on the bench.  He watched as she unracked the weight with relative ease and got to work.

He walked out of the gym to his office just down the hall and to the right.  He sat down at his desk and switch on his computer to access Jennifer’s file.  Her recovery had been borderline astonishing, her strength had increased well beyond projections and all traces of her injury had vanished.  He was entering his final comments in her record when his door opened.

Jennifer was poking her head round the door.  “Hey Doug, do you have a minute?”  Her cheeks were pink with exertion and her face shiny with perspiration.  She had pulled a baggy black hoodie sweatshirt and baggy black pants over her work out gear and had a white towel slung around her neck.  Doug caught himself before he felt too disappointed about not being able to see more of her smoothly muscled physique.

“Sure, Jen. Come on in.”  Jennifer bounced in and plopped herself down in the chair opposite his desk.  “What can I do for you?”

Jen’s eyes roamed the cabinets behind his desk, some metal, some glass fronted with a dizzying array of pharmaceutical bottles inside.  “So, this is where the magic happens, eh?” she said.  “Listen, I get the impression you’re thinking of graduating me from your program.”

“That’s right, I think you’re all ready to go and get back into regular training.”

“I don’t think so.  I think I need more time.  I’m really enjoying working with you, and I think I can make more gains with your help.”

Doug smiled.  “I’m sure you could, but the with the amount you’ve already gained, I’m afraid any more might be dangerous.  We’re already in pretty uncharted territory, and I don’t want to be using you as a lab rat.”

She tilted her head down and looked at him through her long black eye lashes.  “Oh come on Doug, you know you don’t want to loose me.  Having me around is nice for you, and it could be even…nicer.”  She shifted her elbows back slightly, pulling her sweatshirt back around her breast, highlighting their shape.

Doug shifter uncomfortably in his seat, trying to ignore the stirring in his groin.  “No, really Jennifer, it’s not that I don’t want you around, I just don’t want to risk your health or jeopardize the project.  It’s time to finish out your program and get you back out there.”  He glanced at his screen.  “I’ve got your file right here and you’re all healed up.  Of course you’ll still be able to use the gym and we’ll monitor your condition, so you can still come around any time you want, but I think we’ll stop your medication as soon as this run is complete.”

Jennifer did her bast “little girl” pout.  “Fine, have it your way, but I still wanted more!”  she smiled at him, “OK, I just figured I’d ask.  No harm done.”  She picked up her gym and stood to go.  “I’ll drop in tomorrow for weigh in and all that?”

Dr. Rutherford stood, carefully picking up a file folder as he did to hide his partial erection.  “Yes, that’ll be fine, we’ll see you tomorrow.  Thanks for understanding Jen, you know it’s only for your own good.”

He watched the gentle wiggle of her buttocks as she sauntered out of his office and took a big swig of coffee to try and take his mind off it.  He shook himself slightly.  “Ouch,” he said under his breath and sat down to finish up.

Near 5:00 pm, Doug stood up and switch off his lamp, grabbed his coat and brief case to go.  He left his computer on to allow the data back up routine to run.  He took a quick look around the office, switched off the light and shut the door.

As he walked down the hall, the door to the janitor’s closet opened and Jennifer peeked put, watching as Dr. Rutherford went down the hall and out the building.  She slipped out of the closet and tiptoed down to Doug’s office door.  She felt silly sneeking like this.  She pulled a short pry bar from her gym bag.  “All right, Dougy,” she said under her breath, “if you do want to play, we’ll do it my way.”  She pressed the pry bar into the frame and yanked, popping the flimsy lock out of the door jamb.  “Ta da!”  and she stepped into the office and over to the desk.

She was happy to find that Doug had left his computer unlocked.  She shutdown the backup routine, and looked for Doug’s project database.  Opening her file, she clicked to the tab to find her medication and supplement regimen.  She brought up the list, thinking to herself, “Too bad I don’t have biochemistry until next term!”  The list was lengthy and full of names she didn’t recognize.  Oh well, how hard can it be to read labels?  She busied herself in sorting through the various cabinets, collecting a substantial group of bottles.  “Well, if some is good, more must be better, right?”  She had taken 3 months of injections as part of her program, and was more than familiar with the routine.  She quickly organized the components into the 5 groups shown in her file, and began the process of making the required solutions.  She filled five clean syringes from the doctors drawer and lined them up in order.  Normally, the injections were small in volume, but she took each quantity and multiplied by 5, applying her “some is good, therefore…” strategy.  Pulling her sweats down and exposing her right buttock, she braced herself against the desk and carefully administered each injection in turn.  She had a little hesitation with the last one, there was an asterisk next to it in the file with the note “.1% ss) next to it, whatever that meant!  She was just pushing the plunger down when the door swung open, and the light clicked on.

Dr. Rutherford stood in the door open, a stunned look on his face.  “Jennifer!  What are you doing here?!”  He looked at the array of chemicals in front of her.  “My God, what have you done?”  He practically leapt from the door, grabbing up the chemicals and looking at all the labels.  He picked up the last bottle with dismay.  “You didn’t…” his voice trailed off.  “This is supposed to be in saline solution.  It’s the catalyzing agent, you CAN’T use it straight.”  He had gone white.  “I have no idea what will happen to you.”

Jennifer was barely listening.  The last injection had been like fire through her veins.  She felt like her whole body was filled with liquid heat.  Sweat glisten on her brow and started to soak through her clothes.  Her breath came in short gasps.  She breathed in deeply and her chest swelled.  It was with growing amazement she realized it wasn’t just breathing in the caused her chest to swell.  She was getting bigger.  And quickly.  She lurched forward, holding on to the edge of the desk.  The cuffs of her sweatshirt slid up her arms as her forearms swelled, there was a tearing sound as her expanding shoulder and back made the next of her sweatshirt too small.  Her baggy sweatpants struggled and finally lost as her thighs ballooned.  There was a crack as the desk she was holding on to gave way in splinters.  Sweat poured off her in rivers on to the floor.  She let out a throaty scream that was almost sexual in nature and straightened up, flexing her arms in a frightening double bicep pose.  The sleeves the remained of her sweatshirt burst unable to contain biceps that were at least as big as cantaloupes.  She loomed over the desk, not only had her musculature exploded in size, she now stood at least 6’6”.  Her clothes hung in ribbons, rags of her pants hung around her waist, only the fact that had been so baggy to start with allowed them to hang like shredded shorts from her waist.  Doug stood, mouth agape.  The whole transformation had taken less than a minute, and he was too amazed to move.  Jennifer flexed her arms back and forth, pumping her biceps until they looked like they would pop.  Thick veins slithered under the skin like steel wires.  She looked down at her biceps as she flexed, a wide smile on her face.  “That’s what I’m talking about!  Look at me, that’s incredible!”  Doug’s throat clicked as he tried to swallow.  “Awww, Dougy, what’s the matter, you look like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

Doug had never seen ANYTHING like this before.  She towered over him, her body swollen to almost obscene proportions, deep cuts in her stomach muscles rippling as she panted with exertion.  Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, her shirt hung like a bib around her neck, unable to contain her wide flared lats, her breasts jutting from the slabs of her pecs.  Her breasts were larger too, likely due to the chemical treatment included to ensure that none of the steroid components in the cocktail would cause the typical masculinizing effects normally associated with drugs of this kind.  They were the size of basketballs,  the rounded edge visible under where the sweatshirt was still at least partially covering Jennifer’s gargantuan physique.  “Jennifer…” he struggled to talk.

“Never mind,” she said.  Her hand shot put, grabbing him by the front of the coat and lifting him up to eye level.  “Let’s hit the gym!”  She thrust him through the door and dropped him.  He stumbled but managed to avoid falling as she strode toward the gym.  He was fumbling for the keys, but Jennifer stuck out her arm and stiffed-armed the door straight off its hinges.  He gulped, followed her in and turned on the lights.  Jennifer walked over to the flat bench.  “Rack ‘em up!” she said, and waited.  Doug obiently began to put plates on to the bar.  “More.”  He looked at the bar.  4 plates per side, 405 lbs.  He shrugged and put on 2 more plates per side for a total of 585 lbs.

“You’re not going to press 585 lbs.” he said, incredulously.

“No, of course not,” Jennifer said, walking to the end of the bench.  She seized the bar in an underhanded grip.  “I’m going to curl it!”  The bar sagged in her hands, looking like a cartoon sad face.  With little effort she curled the bar up to her chest in one smooth motion.  “Hmm,” she muttered, sliding her hands into the middle of the bar, and doing one more.  She shrugged, adjusted her grip slightly and turned a little.  She dropped one hand and, gritting her teeth, curled the bar up WITH ONE ARM!  With a creaking groan, the bar bent in an exaggerated U shape around her hand.  “Looks like I’ll need to find a better gym!”  Doug doubted there was a gym on earth that could handle Jennifer now.  585 lb. dumb bell curls.  She was magnificent, Doug couldn’t stop staring, every striation, every muscle glistening, engorged with total, absolute power.  His groin ached with his erection.

Jennifer was looking at him, a smile on her face, one eyebrow cocked.  “Doug,” she said, mock anger in her voice, “you look just about ready to bust out of those pants.”  Doug looked down, his erection clearly visible in his khakis, a small dark spot where his excitement was leaking through.  He looked up, embarrassed, his jaw working to object.  “Oh, shhhh,” said Jennifer moving towards him.  “Since I started training, I haven’t had much time for dating.  I could use a little attention.”  She had moved close to Doug, he could feel the heat coming off her like a wood stove.  She slipped her thumbs into his waist band on either side of his pants.  With a sharp yank, she tore them in half, belt and all, like they were made of tissue.  His dick sprang out, pulling his boxers away from his waist.  “Those too,” she said, tearing them off as well.  He stood there, with his erection throbbing up and down like metronome.  “Well well well,” she said approvingly, “You ARE a sturdy one, aren’t you?”  Actually, Doug was probably about average, but the sight of Jennifer, so bloated with strength and power had inflated him like never before.  He looked down sheepishly at his prick, and she was right, it looked like a damn cucumber.  There was cum all over already, he couldn’t believe he’d actually cum in his pants without noticing and was hard again, but such was the sight before him.  “Doug?”  He looked up again.  She had pulled the remaining tatters of her clothing off, and was running her hands over her breasts, wiping the sweat smoothly over their surface.  Her nipples looked about an inch long as she rolled the between her finger and thumb.  Her own excitement was evident with a slickness of a different kind shining inside her thighs.  She had the tiniest tuft of hair, neatly trimmed covering the area of interest.  “Doug, I want you to come over here, and I want you to bury your face in my pussy until I tell you to stop.”

Doug walked towards Jennifer in a daze.  She sat on the end of the bench, and when he got there, she wrapped one incredibly powerful hand around his dick and squeezed slightly.  “Doug, if you cum before I tell you, I will tear this beautiful cock of yours clean of and sell it on eBay, are we clear?” she said sweetly.  The feeling of being absolutely powerful had overwhelmed her, all inhibitions gone, she would do WHATEVER she pleased.

The formerly assertive Dr, Douglas Rutherford nodded slowly, and got to his knees in front of Jennifer, newly appointed Queen Of The World.  His need overpowered him, and he attacked her clit like a man starved.  The incredible power of the thighs either side of his head, the hard muscle of the abdominal area above was impossible to resist.  Jennifer’s first orgasm came nearly immediately, and great volumes of liquid poured out of her, running down Doug’s chin, drenching his hair.  Her throaty screams filled the air.  She warpped a fist into his hair and pulled his face from between her legs.  “Alright, little man.  Fuck me.  Fuck me as hard as you can.”  She slid back on the bench and Doug crawled up between her legs.  His cock was dribbling everywhere, he could barely function.  He held his throbbing prick in one hand, rubbing the head against her to find the opening, that was enough to get Jennifer to cum again.  As her vagina spasmed with her second orgasmed, Doug rammed into her, feeling his hips crash against the hard muscle of Jennifer’s crotch.  He tried to wrap his hands around the crooks of her arms to give himself something to use to work in and out of her, but her arms were just too massive.  It didn’t matter, her lust had her like a thing possessed.  She seized him by the hip bones and worked him back and forth like he was nothing more than a vibrator.  Again she came, squirting like  faucet all over the bench.  It was too much, he stiffened as his own orgasm started.  “That’s right,” she gasped, “Cum, cum all over me!”  She pulled him out, resting his cock between her massive tits, Doug croaked as the first squirt of cum flew from his cock.  Jennifer tilted her head, letting it shoot into her mouth, before burying his cock in her throat, letting jet after jet of hot cum run down her throat.  Doug blacked out.

He woke up, wrapped in a towel, lying in the men’s shower.  Jennifer was sitting on a bench, drying her hair, obviously having showered.  She was wearing what appeared to be a set of the janitor’s coveralls, with the sleeves torn off and the legs torn short and rolled up,  They were only zipped up about 2/3 of the way, unable to fit any more of Jennifer’s mammoth frame.  “Oh, you’re awake.”  She looked him shyly.  “Kind of lost control of myself there.  Anyway, I think you’ll be alright.  I think I’ll keep you around to service me.”  Doug wasn’t sure if this was a joke or not.  “I’m going over to visit Carl at security.  I’ll meet you back at your office.”  She straightened up, tossed her towel into one of the bins, and Doug watched her butt, for the second time today, as she left the locker room.

Carl was the head of campus security, and had a VERY bad reputation for harassing the female students.  He had actually been charged with assault (or so it was rumoured) at one point.  Doug thought back, remembering a complaint where Carl might have tried to force Jennifer into a compromising situation.   Jennifer was already gone.  Doug considered phoning over to security to warn Carl.  He had never liked Carl.  Well, maybe Jennifer was just going over to say hi.  Doug reconsidered phoning Carl and decided to go back to his office instead.  After all, he had to at least fill out the report on the door.  Must have been vandals.  He headed around the corner to find his locker and a change of clothes.