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Someone looks proud of herself.

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This one has more realistic eyes.

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They may be eager to please, but are they also easy to please? 😉

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I’m still reading. 8)

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He got arrested because he couldn’t change a lesbian to the other side? 😯

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Lunch was interesting, to say the least. Stephanie was elaborating about the metamorphosis, while I sat on the table, staring up at her.

" I estimate that it was a billion to one chance that we didn’t die. We’ll have to take some histological samples to elucidate the matter. This is not only a watershed discovery in the field of physics but of biology too!"

"Excuse me?" I stopped staring up at her face momentarily.

"What occurred was not merely a scale adjustment of our cells, but a quintessentially improbable alteration of our genetic makeup. These arms… they don’t feel like mine anymore. You have a finer sense of touch than I do… would you feel my arms and tell me what you notice."

Suddenly breathing rapidly, I approached the bared limb. I stepped up to her bicep and prodded it.

"It seems to be very dense."

"Anything else?" She giggled.

I ran my hands across it, admiring the thick cables of myofibrils. "I think there’s an overabundance of fibers."

Stephanie’s eyes suddenly glistened. "Why don’t you try squeezing it?"

I wrapped my arms around a bulge and applied all the force my body could muster. It was as unyielding as granite.

"Mmmm…." Stephanie uttered inscrutably eyes rising beyond their sockets. Suddenly embarrassed, I dismounted. She spoke. "This new metabolism is exhilerating. I’m eating enough for three people." She looked at the crumb dusted plates of food scattered across the table. "I also feel exuberant today. I’m going to try going to the gym again. Are you coming or not?"

"Do you remember that I’m 8 inches tall?" I said incredulously.

"Oh.. Maybe you should stay in the office then?" Before I could protest, she lifted me again and returned me to that cage. I thought she was going to abandon me when she turned around. "Can I get you something?"

"I’d like that book over there… please?" The professor grabbed a book from the shelf and placed it on the desk beside me.

"Okay Eric. I’ll be back in about two hours." She winked at me and exited the door. I was in exstacy until I realized that she had made a small oversight. The cover of the two thousand page tome was closed.

Using a pencil and distant memories of rock climbing, I managed to open the book without killing myself. I climbed onto the verso and read diligently. A half hour later I had gotten to the end of the second page with an exasperated sigh. I grabbed the corner of the paper and walked backwards, somehow losing my balance and becoming wedged in the book’s vertex. "Parvitude sucks…" I grumbled, trying to extract my wedged foot from the leather bound confinement. by nightfall, I was almost free.

"Sorry I’m late!" Dr. Asperas entered the room with a colossal grin which faded as she saw my predicament. "Let me help you…" She said, approaching me with a pair of tweezers. I cringed at the sight of the talon shaped forceps, put she plucked me from that awkward position and returned me to my feet without inducing a single bruise.

"So gentle…" I whispered.

"What was that?"

"Ummm… How was your workout?" I looked at the doctor. Her muscles seemed larger, her face was flushed and her face glowed with sweat.

"Spectacular! I’ve never felt anything so exhilerating in my life!"

I smiled until she peeled the sweat saturated clothes off her body. She flopped onto a now undersized sofa and stretched her limbs.

"What are you doing?" My mouth dropped open.

"I always sleep naked in my office. You look cold." She carried the cage over to the sofa and placed it on her abdomen.

"My myothermic body should keep you warm. Good night."

She promptly fell asleep. I felt tired, but I could not wrest my attention from her.

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oh…

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I like this picture. It’s one of those weird pieces designed to inspire questions, like "Why is that Woman over twenty feet tall?" or "What is that guy’s problem?"… hehe…

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I wonder where you’re going with this story. If it was a wife/husband thing, I would pretty much have an idea about their new relationship. But being brother and sister kinds of limits the perspectives (at least for most people).

Looking forward to reading more.

That’s an interesting point. Most FMG stories about loving relationships are erotic in nature.

Additionally, in FMG stories, almost all brother characters are rarely explored except as punching bags, weakness-riddled foils to enhance their sisters’ awesomeness, or sometimes ,as in Matt and Emma, sources of muscle.

This story deviates from both of those trends.

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The two siblings were in connected hospital rooms. Both remained in a deep slumber, exhausted by the faulty procedure. Two people studied them through a one way mirror.

"What happened! He never should have lost that much!" The doctor examined the two sleeping forms with clenched teeth.

"Well…" The orderly sweated. "You said to place the donor and the recipient in their original places. Originally, he was in terminal A and she was in terminal B…" The subordinate wrought his hands."

"Idiot! The recipient always goes in terminal A. The safeguards that should have protected the donor were applied to the recipient, and now this happened."

"Am I fired, Sir?"

The doctor shook his head. "No, you aren’t. They can’t sue because he signed that waver, but we won’t be able to patent the procedure before a successful trial."

"Look, Doctor, she’s waking up."

Maria stood up and stretched. Then she noticed her physical prowess. She squeezed the solid bulges of her arm, which measured at least thirty inches around. "Whoa…" She muttered. Then the massive woman turned to the mirror. She took a step back, and charged the speculum, shattering it and falling into the observation area. The hospital staff’s jaws dropped. Maria stood up and started screaming at the men.

"You—aliens!"

The doctor realized the girl’s agitation and spoke. "We are not aliens. Come, We’ll help you." A nurse led Maria by the arm for debriefing.

Ten hours later, the nurse explained it one last time, patience untrammeled. "You have big muscles because Tommy donated yours to you."

"But why am I so big?" She reiterated.

"When your muscles were inside of your brother’s body, they were given what we thought was an inert genetic tracer, but it seems that the muscles with the tracer had the power to undergo mitosis, allowing him to give back more muscle fibers than were originally transplanted from you."

Maria began to stutter extensively as her eyes narrowed, "Hh-h-hhow much dydidd you take from him?"

The nurse was hesitant in her response. "Welll…. you see, a discrepancy caused…"

The creaking sound of a wheelchair interrupted the reply. Maria looked at the ingressor and gasped. "Tommy!"

"Hi, sis. You look great!" He forced his lips to smile as his head bobbed erratically, like a Parkinson’s patient.

Maria walked over, bent down and hugged her maratic brother. A popping sound and a cry of pain caused her to pull back.

"Sorry to scare you like that, Maria. I’m just more fragile than I used to be."

Maria looked at her brother and started to cry. Tommy positioned himself with his tenuous arms and awkwardly hugged her waist.

"Come on, let’s go home." Tommy took her sister’s hand and attempted moving forward, but Maria stopped him, cradling the wizend hull of her brother in one arm and pushing the unoccupied wheelchair with the other.

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