[stmercy2020]

Author's Note:  This story is (obviously) pure fantasy.  It is chewing gum for the mind designed to hopefully (as SyberStyk so artfully put it) make the blood run south.  The inspiration for this piece was two-fold.  First, I thought I'd like to make a pun on the description of short stories and vignettes as "one-shot" stories.  Second, once upon a time, Pete made a drawing of a growth sequence that occurred in a doctor's office in which the doctor tripped and accidentally injected a young lady with some sort of growth serum.

With all that in mind, I used aLOT of cliches in this story, and I don't apologize one bit.  Feel free to comment and let me know what you liked and what you didn't.

ONE SHOT

Meagan Mitchell sat in the dingy waiting room of Hygeia Hall waiting for the doctor’s assistant to call her name.  Hygeia was not a building that inspired confidence in the student body of the College of Wooster.  The building was just off campus, across an increasingly busy street from the radio station and located in the basement of the security building.  It was as if, years ago, someone had looked around at the campus facilities and said, “hey, we need a medical facility,” and just stuffed it into the first open space that they could fit it into.  The interior was musty and dark- it actually made Meagan’s allergies act up slightly, causing her eyes to water and her nose to itch- and cramped, with the medical files for all of the students and staff held in huge paper files in the office and several adjoining rooms.  The furniture in the waiting room was pure 1950’s unrestrored vintage doctor’s office furniture- stainless steel and cracked leather- and the paint was peeling off the walls.  The smell of Lysol disinfectant was so strong that Meagan thought Hygeia might double as the janitorial closet for the entire building.  There was a computer behind the desk, but it looked to be an ancient IBM 386, useless for anything more complicated than storing text files on, and it didn’t appear to have a modem hookup of any sort.
Meagan fidgeted a little and started leafing through magazines ten years out-of-date.  The doctor’s assistant seemed to be taking forever, but she didn’t want to give up and come back later- it was cold outside.  Come to think of it, it was cold in here, too.  She pulled her olive-drab greatcoat tighter around her scrawny 4’11” frame.  It wasn’t as if she had enough mass to preserve heat in herself, she thought, they could at least turn up the thermostat.  Not that it would help, given the cracks in the walls.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the young man who was working behind the desk looked up.  “Meagan Mitchell?  Doctor Maxwell will see you now.”
Meagan got to her feet and went through the only other door in the waiting room to find a woman of middle years waiting for her.  “Hi Meagan, I’m Roberta Maxwell.  Won’t you follow me?”  Roberta led Meagan through the twisty warrens until they came to a small room with an open door.  Pushing it open, Meagan saw that this room, at least, was more what one would expect from a modern hospital- clean, a desk, two chairs, and one of those examining tables that were anywhere from a foot to two feet too short for any normally shaped person.
Bobbie Maxwell, M.D. glanced down at Meagan’s medical chart.  “Okay Meagan, before we get started, I need to ask you a few questions and take a few measurements.”
Meagan nodded.  Oddly, given what she had heard since coming to the College of Wooster last semester, she found herself trusting Dr. Maxwell.  She was tall, that was probably part of it, she thought, and her face seemed to show the signs of genuine human compassion- worry lines and crows’ feet and the little wrinkles at the corners of her mouth that indicated that she actually smiled quite a bit as well.  Her hair was long and salt-and-pepper and tied into a loose bun.  Her half-spectacles appeared to give a fairly high degree of magnification.  Somehow, all of this translated in Meagan’s mind to ‘harmless, friendly, old professor.’  She was quite sure that that description wouldn’t actually be welcome by Dr. Maxwell herself, as she couldn’t actually be much older than forty at the outside.
She realized that Dr. Maxwell was looking at her expectantly, pen poised significantly.  “I’m sorry?  My mind wandered for a minute, there.”
“Quite alright.  I asked what your birthday was.”
“Um…February 17th.”
“Year?”
“1988.”
“So you’re nineteen, now.  Okay.  Does your family have any history of heart disease, liver disease, or cancer?”
“No.”
“Any diabetes, autoimmune disfunction, or cardiovascular disfunction?”
“No.”
“Any history of mental illness?”
“Not that I’m aware of, no.”
“Have you ever had chicken pox, croup, muscular dystrophy, measles, mumps, rubella, or rheumatic fever?”
“I had chicken pox when I was four, I think, and measles when I was in junior high school.”  Dr. Maxwell made a note on her chart.
“Do you use any alcohol, tobacco, or otherwise proscribed substances?”
“No, I’m straightedge,” Meagan said proudly.  The straightedge movement had lost a lot of ground in her generation, but she rather liked their uncompromising view on the use of drugs and alcohol.  She wasn’t sure she completely agreed with them regarding the whole ‘no-sex-before-marriage’ thing, but it wasn’t really an issue for her, since she couldn’t even seem to get a kissing boyfriend.
“Do you have any allergies?”
“Yeah- I’m allergic to cat and dog dander, dusts and molds, and to shellfish.”  Again, Dr. Maxwell made a note in the chart.
“Are you regularly taking any medications?  Anything prescribed by your family doctor or anything over the counter?”
Meagan made a face.  “I don’t have a family doctor.  I haven’t had a checkup since I was in junior high school.”  Dr. Maxwell looked slightly disapproving and made another note.  “I take clemastine fumarate for my allergies pretty regularly, and sometimes I take ibuprofen if my cramps are really bad, but not usually.”
“Okay.  Now we have to measure your height and weight.  Just follow me and we’ll take care of this directly.”
Meagan followed Dr. Maxwell around the corner into a small alcove with a multipurpose scale and a small sink.  “Alright, dear, take off your coat and shoes and step onto the scale.”
Meagan followed the doctor’s instructions and waited as the doctor made some adjustments and made notes in her chart.
“Eyes: Brown.
“Hair: Black.”  It was really a very dark brown, but Meagan could understand how the mistake was made.  A lot of people actually thought she was Chinese because of her coloring and stature.
“Race: White.
“Height: 59 inches.
“Weight: 92 pounds.”
Going back into the small examining room, Dr. Maxwell consulted her clipboard once again.  “Okay, Meagan, what are you in here for today?”
“I need to get my flu shot, and I heard that Hygeia was doing them for free for students.”
“That’s right.  All you have to do is have a student ID and the shot and examination is free.”
“Great!  Well, here’s my ID…” Meagan handed the small, plastic rectangle to the doctor.
“Okay.  I’ll go get the kit, we’ll give you your shot, and you can be on your way.”
The doctor left and returned a minute later with a large syringe, an alcohol swab, and an adhesive bandage.  “Go ahead and roll of your sleeve, Meagan.”
Meagan rolled up the sleeve on her vastly oversized t-shirt, exposing her shoulder.  Dr. Maxwell swabbed the area, then took out the syringe and quickly jabbed it into the tiny muscle that Meagan had there.  As she depressed the plunger, Meagan noticed that the liquid in the syringe seemed to be glowing very slightly.  “Hey, wait-“
But it was too late.
The first sensation was one of nearly crushing nausea as the muscles in her abdomen clenched into tight little balls.  She felt her heart hammering harder and harder and worried that she was going to have a cardiac event right there on the spot.  As the strange goo coursed through her system, Meagan felt her body start to respond, first in small ways- veins and arteries widening slightly to allow her blood to flow more freely- then more dramatically, as the tissue making up her internal organs and skeleton started to thicken and become dramatically denser.  Finally, everything seemed to stop for a moment.  The nausea receded, and Meagan felt better than she could remember ever having felt.
Straightening up, she noticed that Dr. Maxwell didn’t seem to be quite as tall as she had been.  “What just happened?” she asked.  Even her voice seemed deeper, throatier.
Dr. Maxwell looked shocked.  “I- I- don’t know.  I’ve never seen a reaction like-” but it was starting again.
This time, the feeling was one of overwhelming pleasure.  Meagan felt her breasts virtually inflating, the previously flaccid mammaries filling with soft tissue and milk, the areolas thickening and hardening inside her increasingly less overlarge t-shirt.  Just as she felt certain the weight of these new monstrosities would overwhelm her, she felt the muscle along the small of her back and along her flanks start to grow.  Her ass filled with muscle, suddenly filling her baggy cargo pants, making them appear as if they had been painted on.  The large pocket on the back was forced to spread as the backing tore until it was impossible to even slip a finger inside, let alone a hand.
Forcing her back straight again, Meagan reached up to touch her nipples, marveling in the explosive bursts of bliss afforded by even the gentlest of caresses.  Then she felt it- her sleeves were touching both the top and bottom of her arm- and getting tighter.  Her entire arm was growing visibly.  What was once spindly and weak was rapidly developing into a thing larger than a softball and harder than stone.  The bicep alone was so thick and tall now that she could lay the palm of her hand on it, and the rest of her arm was keeping pace.  With a loud rip, gashes formed in the sleeves of her shirt and raced away to the shoulders, where the seams were still barely managing to contain what had, at one time, been her underdeveloped shoulders and back.
Underdeveloped no more, however!  Mighty trapezius muscles stretched down to delta-wing shaped laterals and shoulders larger and harder than muskmelons.  In front, her pectoral muscles and abdominals raced to keep pace, exploding forward, raising her enormous boobs, and separating into deeply chiseled groups.
“Oh- oh, God!” Meagan moaned, “Oh, YES!!”
The tile under her feet suddenly cracked under Meagan’s burgeoning weight.  Meagan could barely make out her legs under the mass of huge, feminine muscle and flesh that had become her upper body, but she could feel them as they crammed, then exploded through her once baggy trousers, leaving only her sodden panties to barely contain her wet sex.  Even the rugged combat boots she had been wearing were destroyed by the merest twitch of her toes, the casual strength in her growing feet and calves more than enough to devastate the supposedly tough leather and stitching.
Panting, Meagan surveyed her body.  Not much taller, maybe a couple of inches, but her overall girth had increased at least fourfold.  She could feel power on a nuclear scale biding just beneath her silky, tanned skin, strength that could crush steel, grind diamonds to powder, or lift tons with ease.  “God, doctor,” she said, eyeing the suddenly much smaller woman, “I don’t know what was in that shot…
“But I think I need another!”

[magnus knight]

good, very good.  The way you describe the growth, it almost flows from your mind onto the page.  Not totally descriptive, but still visually well wrote.  Nice job indeed.

_M.

[yaracyrrah80]

I want another too! ;D

[stmercy2020]

good, very good.  The way you describe the growth, it almost flows from your mind onto the page.  Not totally descriptive, but still visually well wrote.  Nice job indeed.

Thankee much.  This was pretty much the effect I was trying for (from my mind onto the page…)

I want another too!

Just think of this as yet another reason to get your flu vaccination every year!

[Deadly Pixxxie]

Now that was a good shot.

Well done, old boy!

;D

[stmercy2020]

DP, Who're you calling 'old?!'  >:(

>looks in mirror<  ???  😮

Oh.  That would be me, then.  Darn.  :'(

But thanks for the comment. 😀

[SomaHolidaye]

Great story! I would really like to see what happens when she recieves a second shot!

[stmercy2020]

Thanks for the love, man, but I suspect that's all we're going to see of Meagan (unless I get inspired or she stops by to make me write more- which would be pretty inspiring, I suppose, in and of itself…)

[lalolanda]

Good story. I agree with all of those who'd like to see more of this.
Also, stmercy, where's your avatar from?

[stmercy2020]

The avatar is Tigersan's Pam #20 from his FemPower website, Pam Gallery #1.  In case I haven't said it enough, Tigersan's 3D renderings may very well be the best in the biz.

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