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Very good, can’t wait for the next part. I wonder how the Black Cat and MJ are going to get the antidote from kingpin. They could just threaten to destroy his big tower block I suppose.

Nah, I doubt the big guy is so epimethean as to not have considered that beforehand. I bet he has an even more devious contingency plan.

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Anyway, back to the topic, does anyone remember that cartoon about a biomechanical woman named Cybersix. If I remember correctly, she could pull of feats of preternatural strength.

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Tommy’s father entered his room before he could finish a breath.

"What’s going on?" the man demanded.

"Steroids!"

"Okay Tommy… Just calm down and we can get you the help you need…"

"No! I’m losing my athletic scholarship because they think I’m taking steroids."

"Why do they believe that?"

"The e-mail alludes to my bone breakage, my increase of muscle mass, my fever, my heart attack and mood swings! Have I ever had mood swings before."

"You don’t look like the picture of stability now," his father chided.

"Can you blame me? I lost my best friend. I got into a fight. I got kicked off the team, and I’m not even allowed in the weight room anymore because of some false charges about steroids!" Tommy was beginning to cry.

"Son, why don’t you just tell them about your operation. That ought to stop the misunderstanding."

"I wish I could, Dad, but if I violate the Nondisclosure thing, the doctor might refuse to return Maria’s muscles. Man, life sure has me by the balls right now…"

Tommy sat in his chair and sighed.

"Hey, Tommy, are you in a coma too?"

"Of course not."

"Then stand up and keep going!" Father stared into son’s eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me! It isn’t your nature to lie around like this."

"Huh?"

"Ugh! Remember last season when everyone that the team was going to lose, but then you scored two touchdowns and won by a single point?"

"I remember that." Tommy smiled slightly.

"And when you called that college a dozen times before they would interview you!"

"yes…"

"Or last Christmas on the way home from grandma’s. Icy highway, trucks sliding all over the place, but you were cool headed enough to avoid a scratch."

"Yeah! I’ll never forget that." Tommy was actually laughing now.

"Well, this isn’t any different. You can find new friends, the football team won’t hate you forever, and you will get into college!"

"How, Dad?"

"I’m not sure yet, but you’re our son and if you’re determined to get into college, we’ll help you get there."

"Thanks Dad."

Tommy felt a sturdy hand clap his shoulder. "We’re proud of you son. Now clean up this mess you made and get some sleep."

"Good night, Dad."

"Night, Son."

A full fledged smile crossed Tommy’s face. He straightened up his desk, crawled into bed, and turned out the light.

The next two weeks were comparatively idyllic. Tommy found heavy things to lift elsewhere. Eventually able to lift sedans, he soon realized that his muscle fibers seemed to be dividing, a process that should not occur in humans.

"I’d better let the doctor know about this sometime." He thought.

Another week went by. Frank apologized for accusing Tommy of steroid abuse.

"I don’t know how you got those guns, Tom, but I know you wouldn’t do that junk, man. You hate that stuff," He said.

Tommy cracked a half smile. "What brought this reversal?"

"Well, I saw you in the shower in P.E. class yesterday. If you were really a juicer, you should have been shrivelled up by now, but you’re as hung as ever."

Tommy furrowed his brow, consternated. "Is that so… At any rate, I forgive you. What about the rest of the team?"

"I tried to convince them, but I don’t know. I’d stay away from the football field if I were you. Hey man, wanna pick up some chicks?"

"No thanks, you know I’m too busy foir a relationship right now."

"What you talking about, ‘Relationship’? You’re a geek? You know that?"

Tommy laughed and gave his friend a shove. "A geek who could plant you face first in the ground." This badinage contingued until the phone at Tommy’s belt vibrated. He picked it up. "Hello? …. Maria!? Yes… I see…. I’ll be right over." "Frank, dude, I gotta go. My sister is awake!" Tommy lept into his car and proceeded to the hospital.

He found his sister in a room in the middle of a diagnostic interview. A nurse was seated beside the spindly woman. "Tell me the longest word you know."

Maria pondered and stammered, "gammahydroxybutyrate."

"Okay," said the nurse. "Do you know what that word means?"

She nodded, "It is a substance that leads to fat reduction and anabolic my-myography potential. It decomposes into GABA, water and carbon dioxide in the body. It has a relaxant effect, and the FDA outlawed it in the nineties because it was a safe and cost efficient alt-t-ternative to pharmaceuticals. This statement is supported by the fact that the substance is harmless when taken with correct dosages without interfering drugs such as alchohol, but it is potentially psychologically addictive…"

"Very good. Do you know who he is?" The nurse pointed at Tommy.

"Tommy!" Maria staggered over to her brother and weakly gave him a hug. "You’re so big? What happened to you? What happened to me? Why am I so weak?"

Tommy took a breath, but the doctor interceded. "He borrowed your muscles."

"That’s stupid!" Maria laughed. "No one can do that…"

"Now they can! And I can show you." At that point, the doctor’s pager rang. He turned to the nurse and ordered. "Hook them up to the myotranspositor. Make sure the donor and recipient are in the same seats as last time, and run Protocol Z on the computer.

Maria seemed sollicitous as they hooked her up to the alien machine. Tommy tried to reassure her. " Don’t worry. You’re going to be stonger than ever when they’re done with you. I would never expose you to something that I thought was dangerous."

"Thanks Tommy."

With that, they were strapped into the machine and the transfer began. Tommy felt contradictory emotions as he sensed the muscle being drained from his body. He sighed and smiled as he saw the muscle gradually billowing from Maria in the corner of his eye.

Suddenly an alarm sounded, agony coursed through his body. The last thing that Tommy heard before blacking out were Maria’s screams. He strained to see her rapidly metamorphosing form, but he could only feebly relax his head, and submit to the encroaching tide of shadows.

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All anyone has to do to gain admission to the site is fill out the registry form. That isn’t even a spam post, although it is something of a nonsequitur.

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I agree. Let’s just say that something in the Y chromosome renders the cells immune to the virus.

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I like it, though I wonder why she was so angry about the dissolution of a relationship that sounded so unfulfilling in the first place.

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The ACE gene is a gene on the seventeenth chromosome that partially governs muscle charachteristics. If you have the strength form, you will probably have an earsier time gaining strength than the people with the other more common form of the gene, which predisposes people to be slenderer, have more stamina, and possibly resist certain health failures better.

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Not necessarily. There are some stories about women who have profound muscles and are somewhat rotund, but none I have seen are TF stories. Back when CoH wasn’t a paysite, I posted a story about a girl who underwent an alteration like that during puberty, but that wasn’t a TF either.

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This story sounds like a retro style sci-fi type film. I love it.

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