The Magnificent Kelly (Complete!)

OK, I'm a long-time reader but haven't really posted much. This is the first FMG story I've written so please be gentle! 😳

The Magnificent Kelly (Part 1)

Kelly and I had known each other since university. We had both enrolled on the Biochemistry course and often found ourselves sitting next to each other, as we didn't really fit in with the core group of students. She was about 5'3" with shoulder-length light brown hair. She was of medium build and carried some fat on her stomach – just enough to be hidden well by some clever outfits. Her deep brown eyes held a mischievious sparkle if you kept looking into them long enough and, overall, I would have described her as being just on the unfortunate side of "pretty". We quickly became firm friends, to the constant confusion of the core group. I am not a looker either and there were the usual confused shouts of "Are you shagging, then?" from the wags at the back of the class.

We studied together a lot and could often be found in each other's rooms, testing each other on certain aspects of the course. As the years went by, we were always neck and neck at the top of the class. By some sort of coffee-induced miracle, I managed to get the best results in the group the year we graduated, though Kelly, as ever, was not far behind. I got a job as a research assistant in a very prestigious company on the edge of town; Kelly managed to get a position on a similar firm in California. We never lost touch, despite the now huge distance between us.

Over the years at university, I'd got really annoyed with the fact that Kelly and I were always picked on. We didn't deserve to be pushed around like that and, I suppose, that was the start of it. I began to look into ways of getting stronger using my biochemistry. I made a lot of wacky theories which, looking back at them, were clearly borne of desperation. One day, though, whilst fiddling with some compounds in the research lab, I felt that I hit upon something. I requested a lab of my own to conduct some research and, once I had explained that I might be able to produce a super-soldier formula, my bosses granted me a lot of space and a virtually blank cheque to get going.

The work was slow and, at times, incredibly tedious. The liquids I was working with were extremely volatile so I had to work carefully with highly controlled amounts. A year slipped by with minimal progress. I excused my lack of results by saying to my boss that my time was being taken up with other projects – she relieved me of my other duties and I began to work again with renewed vigour. About a month after that, I made a breakthrough. One of the lab rats I had given minute quantities of the formula to had very much become the dominant male of the injected group. After a few more tests, I confirmed that that particular version of the mixture gave results.

As soon as I'd got that confirmation, I rang Kelly. She sounded very excited by what I told her. I asked her to come over as soon as possible – my company was prepared to fund an assistant for me and I'd chosen her. She was to discuss the terms of the proposal in a fortnight's time. Everything was signed and sealed in double-quick time and soon my best friend was at my side, working on testing the formula further. We managed to refine and improve it further, as well as conducting tests on other animals. Finally, the day came when we were able to declare it safe for human testing.

The champagne flowed freely that night in the lab. The whole staff of my company were there to congratulate Kelly and I on our work. The party went on long into the night and, for the first time, Kelly and I made it to the end. In fact, we were the last couple of people in the lab at about 2 in the morning. Kelly smiled at me over her glass of champagne.

"I know why you did this," she said and paused. "It's because we were always the weakest in class." I nodded. "Yeah, I wanted some way to redress the balance. I suppose that makes me deranged, or something," I replied, half-smiling. Kelly shook her head. "No," she said, walking towards me slowly. "It makes you cute." I frowned a little. Kelly picked up one of the vials of liquid from a test-tube rack. "Hey," she said quickly, "wanna try some now?"

Before I could do anything, Kelly took the stopper out of the vial and swallowed all the liquid inside. As she wiped her lips with the back of her left hand, she turned to look at me. "It tastes just like water," she said before registering my wide-eyed look. "What?" she said, a sly grin slowly curling her lips. When I failed to respond, the grin faded and an urgent look took its place. "What?!" she cried.

"In my earlier tests I tried to mix the liquid with alcohol," I said. "The results were disastrous. The mice I tried that version of the formula on seemed to inflate a lot and then… explode," I said, finally. Kelly's eyes widened in absolute fear.

"Oh no," she whispered. "What will happen to me?"

"I've no idea," I replied truthfully. "Mice are so different from humans." I leaned over and took her into my arms. She leaned into me and began to cry. I hugged her tightly. "All we can do now is wait." Just as I finished, Kelly's body began to shake. It built up very slowly until she was trembling violently. She pushed me away from her.

"Urrrrgh… something's – something's happ-en-ing to me!" she cried, staggering backwards over the lab floor, her hands over her face, until she sank to her knees. I had been pushed back against the bench and was too shocked by what happened next to move and help Kelly. I didn't notice it at first but in a short while it became all too apparent – she was growing. She fell on all fours as incredible pain wracked her body.

Her increasingly loud gasps and groans filled the air. Firstly her clothes began to seem fuller, then tight, then very tight. Tears started to appear in her blouse. At first I couldn't tell what her clothes were filling up with but when the tears grew large enough, I could tell that it was muscle!

The growth was easiest to see in her arms as the sleeves of her blouse gave way quite quickly. Formerly slender arms gradually pumped up and up with thick muscle. Kelly's forearms began to look like baseball bats and still the growth continued. A few veins spread out over her upper arms, which were beginning to dwarf my own, even without flexing. Hunched over as she was, I really couldn't tell much more about Kelly's growth. Her back, though, began to sprout muscles I barely knew existed, as well as spreading wider to accommodate growth in other places. Her shoulders began to look seriously powerful. She was also rising slightly as her legs put on fantastic quantities of muscle. Everywhere that I could see, ridges and lines of power were erupting into being over my formerly mousy friend's body. She was hunched over and still shaking. Scraps of clothing continued to fall from her body until she was naked. Even her skin had changed: she used to be pale, even with a year or so in the Californian sun. Now, though, her body had taken on a deep, natural tan colour. Even her hair grew longer and thicker, spreading down in waves of brunette beauty down to the floor. After about a minute of this astonishing change, Kelly stopped growing, vomited on the floor and fainted. I stepped closer to inspect her body.

Kelly had grown much taller: I estimated her new height to be about seven feet. She was lying on her stomach just next to the vomit with her arms splayed out to the sides. Her new shape was incredible: a large, powerful back tapered gently into a small-looking waist before filling out again into a perfect ass. Each butt-cheek was a perfect hemisphere of filled-out, sexy flesh. Her legs looked incredible – thicker than any I had ever seen with huge, thick muscles even a top male bodybuilder would have been proud of. Her arms were filled with power. Her forearms looked like two baseball bats tied together before bulging into the most incredible-looking upper arms I had ever seen. Panicking and of course slightly drunk, I ran from the room to find something to cover her and clean her vomit with. I took the largest shower curtain I could find in the decontamination unit and got a mop and bucket from the cleaning cupboard. When I returned to the room, Kelly was awake.

She stood exactly where she had been when she swallowed the liquid. She was investigating her Amazonian physique: her flexed biceps soared into the air, higher than any I had ever seen. Now that she was standing, I could see the details that had been obscured earlier. I coughed to announce my presence and walked into the room. Kelly grinned widely and made no attempt to cover herself. I handed her the shower curtain.

"Here, this is all I could find to cover you up," I said, grinning weakly. She took the curtain and threw it away behind her. "Look at me!" she cried, spreading her arms widely as if to present herself to my inspection. "I don't ever need to cover up again!" Her voice had gotten slightly deeper, throatier and much sexier. Unable to resist the invitation, I ran my eyes up and down her fantastic new body.

Her face had changed. Her cheekbones were more prominent and her nose had righted itself – she had broken it in a skiing accident years before. Her jawline was strong and smooth. Her lips had plumped up and were ruby red. Her eyes shone with an incredible light. Moving down past her thickly muscled neck, I gazed across her shoulders, which were impossibly strong. As I checked out her arms, she flexed her biceps. Again I got to see their peaks soar into the air. I put a hand around her right bicep. It felt like warm stone. I squeezed down on it and it did not move. Kelly giggled and I removed my hand.

Continuing my inspection, I skipped her breasts for the sake of decency and went straight to her waist. Huge grooves were carved into her midsection, isolating each of her magnificent abs. her navel was almost drowning in a sea of muscle. I ran my hand slowly down her stomach, touching each ridge and peak. I looked down to her legs, each as thick as tree trunks. Her thighs had sprouted huge slabs of thick and powerful muscle which tapered neatly to her knees before spreading out again. Her calves were huge diamonds of incredible strength. I looked down to her feet, which had spread and grown, before I returned my gaze to her eyes.

"Hey, Mister," she said, revelling in her new sexiness, "I saw you skip my puppies. Wanna take a closer look?" I mumbled something about decency and us being friends. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. "Why not take a look at what you've created?" I couldn't help but notice as her breasts rested on my chest briefly. So I swallowed hard and looked.

Her breasts had become magnificent and far beyond the normal human range of cup sizes. Kelly told me later that she had started off as a small C cup; her chest was now many times the size. Each enormous breast, backed by thick and brawny pectoral muscles and perfectly spherical, stuck out just over a foot from the rest of her muscle-packed body. It seemed that the only fat cells left on her body were concentrated in her massive mammaries, though they did not sag or even bounce: Kelly had such control over her chest that she would never need a bra again. The enormous globes were capped off with areolae that were around the size of Kelly's original breasts. Her nipples stood out proudly from the perfect boobs, pointing the way for the rest of her exceptional body to follow. As I looked a huge grin spread across her lips.

"I'll never be weak again," she said, advancing towards me. I didn't know how the transformation had affected her mind, so I backed away slowly. "Hey, where are you going?" she said with that mischievious light in her eyes multiplied a hundredfold. "I've got some unfinished business with you." I started to stammer. "Wh-what do you m-mean?" I backed up and hit a bench. "This," she breathed and leaned in to kiss me. Her lips felt gorgeous on mine. The kiss lasted a couple of seconds but to me it seemed an eternity. She leaned back. "I've always liked you," she admitted. "Now I have the courage to do something about it."

I smiled. "There's something I'm going to need you to do first, though," she said. Before I could react, she had picked up a second vial of the liquid and opened it. Panic gripped me again. Was she really going to swallow another vial and get even stronger? In a split second I got my answer.

Kelly grabbed my jaw and forced the liquid down my throat. "There," she said. "It's good for what ails you!"

— To Be Continued —