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Diyana was a small, inquisitive young woman working underneath one Doctor Daniel Lassiter, a genius of a man possessing of a particularly handsome physique.
Doctor Lassiter was tall, strong, and impeccably smart, having a doctorate in Genetic Engineering, and was working for a prominent university. Diyana, possessing a masters' degree and was now working on her doctorate, but had yet to achieve that lofty position.
Diyana had become employed by Doctor Lassiter nearly a year ago… and though acting as a secretary and aide for him wasn’t exactly her dream job, she secretly had a crush on him since she’d first sat next to him in their medical lab a couple years ago before he achieved his doctor’s degree.
Though she’d yet to finish medical school, he had finished top of his class, but despite that she wasn’t a full doctor yet this was nonetheless the perfect intern position for her advancement. But above all, it allowed her to work with him, allowed her to watch him everyday, smile at him, hoping beyond hope that he’d ask her out some day.
One day, however, as she was putting away papers, she having been staring at the filing cabinet for over a quarter of an hour already, she considered over and over in her head as to whether he even noticed her or not.
Diyana was small, even for a woman… and her feminine form along with her height made her look like a sixteen year old instead of a twenty-one year old. Hence another reason why Doctor Lassiter may have never even noticed her in the way she wished and wanted for before. Her breasts were non-existent, her chest flat as a young boy’s, and the only lumps against her chest were from her training bra that she had worn since she’d been twelve. She’d been the first among her sisters to develop, but it was only a short spike, and she didn’t develop much beyond that.
And so, her dull gray eyes, staring through the bangs of her short shock of light brown hair, she considered at last to take the initiative and ask him out.
Leaving her work where it was, she turned on her heal and moved toward the lab door, slotting her card key into its slot and passing inside. There, she took a deep breath, put on her beast smile, and then exhaled suddenly when she saw that the lab was empty.
Sighing… a little dejected that she hadn’t even noticed that they’d all gone away while she’d been brooding earlier; she stepped over to one of the lab tables that they used to hold their lunches… well away from the experiments. There, she found a beaker of some fizzing liquid.
Picking it up, she sniffed, and gave off a little chuckle as the bubbles bursting into her nose gave her a bit of a lightheaded feeling. It did, however, smell like soda pop, and taking a taste of the rim, she found that it tasted quite sweet indeed… and knowing that Doctor Baxter kept making sweets in the lab for human consumption, Diyana, surmising that this must be one such attempt, put her mouth around the top of the beaker and drank the thing dry.
The bubbles continued to pop inside her head, making her dizzy, and wiping her mouth, she smacked her lips before licking them clean.
“My, that is good.” She though aloud. “And I feel so good from it too. So energetic. So… sensual! I wonder if Baxter was working on an energy drink again.
“I wonder what this is.”
It was then that she turned the beaker around, its wide bottom tapering upward to the tube of its mouth, glittered briefly until she beheld the stickers on its front. But as she finally saw and recognized the stickers there, she nearly dropped the glass beaker as she beheld the infamous Bio Hazard symbol stuck across its front.
“What?! Bio Hazard!” And then she read the label with profound interest.
Warning: For the disposal of Biological wastes of Genetic experiments only. Not for Human Consumption!
“Oh no…” she whispered, and quickly put the beaker back on the table and took a step back.
Immediately, she began to wonder what this was going to do to her… but then she began to feel something churning in her stomach just before it flushed suddenly into her body… flooding her blood system within a matter of seconds.
“Oh.” She sighed, and took a slow steady breath of air, her chest expanding steadily until she couldn’t breathe in any more.
Her hands lifted to her chest then, sliding up over her bodice, her fingers spreading to feel the whole of it, and to her amazement, she felt a pair of lumps there; which were then crowned by a pair of nipples that were thickening so hard that they were beginning to ache.
But then there began a brief moment where her skin grew numb, and then from somewhere inside her ribcage, her heart began to beat at a rapid pace, the numbness giving way to a subtle tingling and a warmth that surrounded the whole of her body.
“Ohh,” she gasped, feeling her body energized by whatever she’d drunk, feeling her sexuality begin to rise, felt a heat begin to center in her chest and between her legs, and then a subtle throbbing as blood pounded through every vein, artery and capillary in her body. But most especially, came the erotic sensation of that throbbing beating rhythmically through her legs, caressing her crotch with each beat of her heart, and she swallowed hard as she felt her vaginal muscles beginning swell.
She gasped then as the first pulse of energy flowed through her body, rippling underneath her skin with remarkable speed, cascading outward from her heart as if she were a still pool and someone had just dropped a pebble in it. Her heart began to pound inside her chest as if it had been that stone, and each time it throbbed, it felt as if it were trying to hammer its way out from inside her chest.
The first throbbing pulse of that heart forced every blood vessel in her body to swell, the second engorged her body with her life’s blood, erecting her nipples as full as they could go, and likewise erecting her clit to points that she reasoned no woman could achieve, and with the third… she began to grow.
Each beat of her heart forced her bones to lengthen, forced her body to thicken, grow longer, more demure. Her small hands tightened into fists as her eyes lowered down to them, and she gasped as something pounded into her loins, while at the same time, she watched her forearms begin to move out of her sleeves centimeter by centimeter. With enough of her flesh bared, she could see her skin pulsating with each tantric beat of her heart, and she gasped as she watched those forearms thicken with each pulse; growing wider and not receding even a mote of distance after each throbbing of her body.
Her veins all along her arms were thick and vibrating with the flow of blood, and she could feel her skin stretching as if it were being caressed by a thousand kisses, and none more so prevalent than the skin stretching about her womanhood. There, it felt like one great tongue was probing her insides and sucking upon her womanhood, and her hips gyrated momentarily as if she could wedge her crotch deeper into the mouth doing that to her.
Looking down, she gasped again, seeing her legs growing longer, the hem of her skirts passing upward beyond her calves, then up to her knees, then rose up to her thighs in no time!
Great maker! I must be over seven feet tall! She thought with disbelief… and then closed her eyes as she felt another sensuous ripple cascade over her body.
Between her legs, she felt her vaginal mound tightening to hold back the pressure of something gathering… an experience she, as a virgin, had never felt before. It thickened behind her womanhood, grew in might and power, pulsated from the blood flowing between her legs, and in an effort to hold it back, she felt her crotch swell into her panties, sucking the soft white cotton between her vaginal lips. She gasped as a minute amount of something soft, hot and syrupy escaped from inside her down there, her body becoming slick with perspiration.
She began to feel her clothing sticking to her body, spots appearing about and between the crevice of her ever so slightly enlarged breasts, beneath her arms, and all down her back… even through the thick layers of her shirt and sweater over her body. Another slick spot, though not by sweat, appeared at the base of her stomach, along the hem of her skirts; a collection point of where all her sweat trickled down into the waistbands of her clothing.
She gasped again as her hands slid down over her thighs, groping over the long tresses of her pleated skirts as it rose completely over her knees, while her once thigh-high socks underneath them slid downward about her mid-knee to bare a few inches or so of her supple flesh.
“Hmm.” She moaned now as her growth slowed, just before she felt a tightening of her chest. A hand lifted to smooth over her sweater that was there, feel the moisture there, before she discovered something remarkable!
Breasts! She exclaimed inside her head, and lifted her other hand to the other throbbing mass of her swelling womanhood, the pair throbbing second by second, and second by second, increasing in size. A twin pair of buds had already begun to push out of her chest, filling up the tiny triangular patches that was there underneath sweater and shirt that were, before, there only to keep her nipples in. But as her breasts throbbed and pushed their way forward, filling up with glands as they piled high, and with fat as it all the cellulite in her body was all moved into those swelling mounds, a small chuckle, and then a laugh, and finally a loud guffaw escaped her throat.
She could feel the glands splitting and thickening, felt them growing longer and longer inside her chest like the bundle of roots from a potted plant. She could feel them filling up with her milk, felt them being wrapped within fat and throbbing blood vessels, and she began to rub the swelling pair, tweaking her nipples and increasing the flow of her sexual might several times over.
She stared fixated at those swelling mounds, amazed at how quickly they were growing, swelling twice as fast as she, herself, was growing. They filled the cups of her hands; even those too were growing, bulged around the sides of her fingers as they pressed out, and even though she tried to hold them in, pushed her hands steadily away from her chest. But then she felt her blood pumping more heavily into them, and suddenly, she was gifted with a beautiful feeling of engorgement as they pushed ever outward, lifting her shirt and sweater while stretching the straps of her training bra. She felt her shirt untuck, felt the hem of both it and her sweater slide steadily up along her stomach, baring inch after inch of her smooth flesh and the bulging veins along her belly.
And then the growth of those breasts redoubled, and the blood pumping into them intensified, erecting her nipples and forcing them to swell further than they should’ve been able to do; either tiny mound thickening while they pushed against the silk of her bra. That bra, each side once a tiny triangular of blue patches just large enough to border her chest, was now straining to contain her swelling nipples and areola; the broad passion-reddened disks sliding toward the edges of those patches. And still nipple and crown thickened, filling the gentle fabric to its fullest as if either nipple was the center stake in a tent.
Diyana moaned as her nipples began to ache with how erect they’d become and took to caressing them, which only made them grow larger. And then, a deeper moan came from inside her, as another ripple of motion flowed over her body that coalesced her flesh like the last ripple had done, and her growth slowed as a new stage in her changes began.
Instead of focusing on making her bigger and taller, her transformation instead just focused upon making her bigger; changing her muscles, making them thicker and firmer, while altering her bones so that they could support her growing mass.
Then all at once, her breasts lifted as they filled, her ribcage barreling outward as it flared wider, while her chest muscles just piled thick with raw physical might. The sudden growth and changes made her breasts look like immense balloons being rapidly inflated beneath her clothing, and in no time, either pushed upward and stretched the cloth of her clothing until stretch marks and stretch folds tugged between them. The neck stretched outward while the base of her sweater caught beneath her the rounded swells, just as the full and rounded orbs pressed against each other and continued to fill outward.
And then she heard something tear and promptly felt a snap as her shirt beneath her sweater burst a button. Then she felt several more snaps before her shirt broke fully open, and she felt the soft cotton of her sweater pressing against her expanding breasts as her shirt slid away from the thickening mounds of flesh.
Her skirt lifted upward along her thighs, her former thigh-high socks sinking beneath her knees as her legs grew ever longer, the pair thickening lovingly before she felt the wrists of her shirt and sweater catch against her biceps. Then she felt a spasm take her, and she flexed, clenching her vaginal muscles as tightly as they could go, and suddenly, she felt her hips flare; drawing her skirts rapidly inch by inch upward until they began to stretch across her thickening thighs, broadening hips and rear. Her back arched while her chest grew larger and her rear thicker with sensuous muscle.
Then, all at once, she looked down at herself, and beheld a marvelous eight foot tall Amazon, with a pair of tits that must’ve been in the P-cup size by now! Muscles already were bulging thick with might, long calf and bicep muscles, long body and legs. Right then and there, she’d’ve been happy if this whole thing stopped.
But it didn’t.
She laughed aloud though as she hugged herself, hefting her breasts higher as the throbbing motion inside her body began to intensify. But then she opened her eyes suddenly to the sound of more ripping, and shifting her body so that she could see the source of the sound, she watched as the front seams of her slipper-like shoes broke open, admitting her still stocking-covered feet as they pushed outward in the air.
She chuckled again, and then laughed with glee as the top of her shoes then burst open, and she stepped outward to pirouette on her toes, dancing briefly while swinging her arms about, dancing as gracefully as a gazelle before stopping suddenly as she bumped her head against something metal. Rubbing her head, she looked up and saw that she had just hit her head against one of the thick water pipes servicing the water sprinklers along the ceiling.
She gasped as she stared at it, and looking down over her heaving breasts, she noticed that she had just grown up to an eight-foot ceiling!
Giggling again, she leaned backward against the table, smiling warmly at her burgeoning breasts as they continued to push outward. Then she watched as her sweater began to stretch to its limits across her breasts, with her erect and aching nipples creating a broad line against her front. But there, it seemed, was where the first tear in her sweater began, beginning as a minute fray before the threads began to snap open, and the barest portion of her bosom was bared.
She clenched her crotch again, feeling such an erotic high from her body tearing through her clothing like this, and she felt it swell outward as well, the muscles, like the rest of her body, thickening and growing stronger. But the tear against her sweater grew wider and longer, just before more frays that developed into tears likewise erupted against her front. But then she heard more ripping, and looking to her arms, saw what had once been the wrists of her shirt ripping open about her elbows, as well as the seams along her arms as her shoulders bulged rapidly outward.
She smoothed a hand over one of her breasts, feeling her smooth skin as the tears grew longer and wider. Goosebumps rose up against her flesh as she suddenly felt a chill slide over her supple form, and she moaned as the pressure that’d been back-building behind her cunt grew more powerful; the squeezing behind it feeling like a fist grinding inside her. She gasped as the taut threads against her chest began to snap open, her collar sliding into her neck before it promptly snapped open against her thickening throat, a bare moment before her breasts began to move outward into the lab’s cool air like a roving pair of juggernauts.
Her bra, a soft blue thing of silk, still pushed outward, holding fast to her nipples as the front of her sweater shredded and snapped its way open, with the waist band finally bursting open around her barreling stomach. She caressed her breasts then, closing her eyes sweetly as she sighed a moan of pleasure. Her hands finally moved to cup her swollen nipples – being that they were the only things against her chest that she still could cup within her hands, which were still beneath her bra – she tweaked them momentarily with a couple fingers apiece before sliding a finger underneath either to caress the tensed flesh and their towers. But even as she did, she felt a titanic snap about her middle as the elastic band about her bodice broke, just before the straps over and around her neck snapped away, and with a fluttering of overstretched cloth and elastic, her tits were now left bare to the open air.
She looked down at the pair and gasped a sigh of elation as the pair finally slid away from one another and continued to thicken minutely now because of their size. Her hands then moved along the now visible thick arteries that moved from her heart straight to her teats, her touch caressing the nearly equally sensitive flesh. When her touch returned to her erect teats, she fondled them with an ever broadening smile crossing her face, caressed them freely and felt their throbbing masses pulsate beneath her touch, watched both her teats and her breasts growing right before her eyes. All this came as her pectorals continued to thicken, her ribcage continued to barrel outward, and her breasts just continued to thicken!
Then she felt her blood pumping into her arms, felt them begin to thicken, and releasing her hold on her breasts and allowing them to fall apart again, she turned her attention to one of her arms so as to watch as the seams around her shoulders continued to break open, just before a fray opened over her elongating bicep. Her arm lifted, and even as she flexed her arm, she watched as her arm thickened greatly, creasing every which way to make a long cylinder out of her bicep, and then a small mound as it pushed upward. Her shoulder mass continued to swell and crease into its secondary muscles, and just like her front had done, segments of her sweater and the shirt beneath it began to tear open.
Seams were the first to pop, and when she redoubled the effort of flexing her arm, it grew all the faster; her bicep growing to the size of a small orange, then to a softball, and onward with the stimulation of flexing! Frays gave way to multiple tears, which stretched and finally snapped off to reveal her arm as her forearm flared wide and creased into dozens of long sinuous muscles. Her bicep thickened, and a piling of muscle mass projected outward beneath her arm to unbelievable heights.
Above all, the blood pumping through her arteries increased so substantially that her major arteries there all thickened all about her arm, creating massive mounds of throbbing flesh as her arm tightened and thickened, growing larger and larger, and in turn thickening the muscles that supported it. Her supporting pectoral grew larger and thicker, began to chord itself beneath her tit, as did the back of muscle all on one side of her back likewise bulged and thickened, and she watched with gasping moans as her bicep split, rose, and spread outward like no human’s ever could. In time, it thickened to the size of her head, her arm growing larger as her bicep peaked beneath her wrist, and all the while, the pleasure, the sheer pleasure from it, grew to an unfathomable intensity.
Eagar to feel her other arm, she flexed that one too, watched as it grew and grew like the first had, tearing and snapping through both sweater and shirt, which both burst open rapidly as her arm grew. Then closing her eyes again to feel the erecting mounds of flesh that were her arms, she felt her tits, once loose against her chest, lift and heft higher as her pecks filled their bases and made them packed and firm.
Her back arched more, her spine pushing outward as she opened her eyes disbelievingly again, and she collapsed to the floor as she watched it, felt her tits with one hand as they tightened and lifted higher of their own accord, projecting from her chest as tight mounds of glands and flesh. Her nipples erected further, and she stared at them both with her mouth open in stunned disbelief as they breached one-inch outward, then two, and then three, their thickness as wide as her thumb was now.
My Gawd! She thought to herself as her tits swelled larger than even her head was; they’re so firm and tight! She gave then an affectionate rub along their sides then
But then something new lanced through her bodice. She collapsed forward onto her hands, and her back spasmed outward again; the top of her back pushing upward out of the remnants of her shirt and sweater before more tears began across the bulging mass of her back. The tears spread across her back as it mounted and climbed upward and outward, thickening her neck straight to her already massively creasing shoulders, before her back finally just burst outward into the open, snapping up broad strips of her shirt and sweater. What remained of that self same shirt and sweater simply broke open about the thickening crooks of her arms; shredding into tatters before falling to the ground.
And then her back began to bubble with titan-like might.
Two thick halves had swelled outward into the air, which then folded into three segments – one an upside down V at the middle of her back, and the next bisected by a truncated M just above it – with each segment rising up greatly over the one below it. Secondary muscles then began to crease outward as the broad packs of her shoulder blades thickened and flared outward to support her arms, and then at last, tertiary muscles creased and thickened; lengthening her neck and bowing it forward as the peak of her back hunched a little. Finally, her spine pushed outward between either side of her back, laying a realm of overlapping lumps from the base of her skull to disappear between the cheeks of her rear beneath her remarkably still intact skirts.
She sat backward, her chest heaving as she began to clasp her stomach, her ribcage continuing to barrel over her stomach as it likewise sank beneath it; her sides feathering with muscle and refining bone as they continued to bulge and flare outward while her waist lengthened. Laying her back against one of the work tables, her shoulders rolling over onto it, she caressed her stomach as it compressed together… actually loosening the waistband of her skirts while she continued to grow larger, straining he titan like musculature.
Her hands rose also to the table, and despite that it was an eight-foot long table; her fingers were able to hold onto it end to end.
But then, her stomach began to crease, pressing in on itself to create a definite hourglass shape, before a long sinuous crease bisected her belly right down to her belly button. The two halves bulged outward then, right beneath her fingers, and quickly after that, she felt her muscles shift as another crease split her stomach horizontally in half across her middle. A second crease then split her belly again into thirds across her ribcage and again into eights with another across the line of her hips before all eight packs of muscle thickened into steel-hard packs of hardened flesh.
Her stomach continued to crease then; forming into twelfths, sixteenths, and at last into twenty four individual striations of muscle, while her lateral obloquies – the muscles along the sides of her stomach – creased outward and then halved themselves… forming four more muscles to add to her sensuous stomach mass. Then to her sides, her Gluteus Minimus muscles – the muscles just beneath her feathering rubs – likewise compressed and creased over her hips, tightening as hard as if they were flexible plates of tempered steel.
But then the strengthening mass of her abdomen passed downward into her crotch, and a spasm of motion flickered beneath her panties, which were even then beginning to recede in between the cheeks of her rear and draw tight against her virgin pussy. She felt it throbbing as the lips of her pussy began to broaden, spreading open to push her clit into her panties as the once broad V of her underwear slowly slid further and further downward, until only her moist vaginal mound was covered. She felt the straps of those panties dig into her hips as they quickly slid over them and downward from her waist, drawing taut across the peaks of her thighs as the quivering between her legs increased.
Her once pleated skirts pulled further upward along her thighs, now drawing taut across her rear, and, as she spread her legs open, its hem lifted to reveal her crotch and its sensuously widening folds beneath her panties. The bow at the peak of that white cotton bobbed as her crotch throbbed with tantric might, the muscles of her crotch swelling outward until they pressed against the sides of her legs.
And then something hot began inside her loins, and she clawed at her crotch with one hand as if to stop it or urge it on. But with a quiver, and then a spasm of motion, her crotch clenched and then released, and a burst of hot fluids erupted outward into her crotch, moistening her thighs and soaking her panties so thoroughly that she felt these juices slowly creep up its length into her rear. Another burst, and then another, and three more erupted from her, and she moaned after each one, calling out in her tantric pleasure, and on the last and longest one, and in her mind, she realized, realized with a sudden burst of inspiration, that she was experiencing her first orgasm!
She squeezed her thighs tightly together as she rose, holding onto the worktable with her hands as her breasts lifted high atop her chest, and with her cunt being squeezed by her thighs and squeezing together by its own accord, one small and final eruption blew from inside her in a slow trickle.
She gasped, and with a spasmodic motion, thrust her hips forward mechanically several times before she settled to the ground again and slipped a hand over her cunt, feeling another orgasm back building with fluids again for another tantric outburst. She gasped and sighed, spreading her legs again as they continued to thicken.
Her erotic high lessoned, but then gave way to the feeling of a full-bodied engorgement again, which was as erotic and as sensual as her erect clitoris between her legs.
Then she felt her thighs thickening, felt a thick pad of muscle rise up against the top of each, and with the sound of more ripping, felt her skirts finally tear open along the length of one leg. She clasped her thigh with both hands, feeling it throb and thicken, tightening and lengthening like never before, as their insides quickly sank beneath the rest of the burgeoning muscle. But that section that sank, rapidly drew taut and riddled with tendons as thick and as strong as steel chords that all projected from her vast and bulging cunt, which had already bulged into a thick bulbous mound. Had she been wearing something over her loins just then, one would’ve mistaken her for male… especially with her clit pressing so firmly out of the peaks of those folded muscles. But from that lovely cunt, her inner thighs creased every which way – tendons drawing chord thick, her Achilles tendon especially thick – while the larger, more powerful muscles of her legs just simply bulged around that pack of muscle on either side of her crotch.
Her skirts began to break again across her rear, her thickening buttocks muscles spreading outward, just before her waist – which was once again broadening – burst the belt of her skirts open, and with a few final frays, tears and snapping of threads, her skirts erupted from her bodice.
And then her forelegs began to thicken as well, growing broad and large, her calves practically doubling their size every second, drawing her once thigh socks over them before they too quickly tore across her calves, erupted about her growing feet, and then shredded the rest of the way off as her forelegs broadened.
And then she was nearly naked, save for a single triangular patch that hid only the crevice of her womanhood; decorated with a tiny, tiny bow at its peak.
She gasped and moaned as her legs continued to grow larger, the rest of her body likewise growing ever the more, and as she bent over herself to feel her legs, she felt her breasts, each already twice the size of her head, press and swell over her legs. She giggled again as she turned her head to look over her shoulder and heavily muscled back to feel her rear, suddenly noticing that the hair of her head was lengthening now. It was already down to the small of her back, which meant that it must’ve been almost the length of a man! With it all having been held in place before by a small ribbon when she was a tiny ninety-eight pound nothing, it was all held luxuriously together near its base by that self-same blue ribbon now that she was now a multi-ton titan!
She smiled affectionately over her own body, and felt her tight rear, feeling it clench beneath her fingers as one large lump creased into three, and then tightened into a mass of overlapping striations. She felt wonderful!
And yet, still she grew.
There was a sudden tightening between her legs before the thick seam of her panties suddenly tore open, slowly revealing her ripened and moist pussy, the silk threads now tightening about her hips briefly until the tear reached the bundle of seams at the panty’s former base. There the tear quickly ripped through the overlapping seams with a crunching and rending tear, and then first one side, and then the other broke open with the slap of elastic snapping either strap up and over her broad hips. She had to relax her rear just so that the remaining, soggy bit of cloth fell from between the thick cheeks, and at last completely naked, she sat back, pressing her thighs together as she caressed her breasts and laughed at the feel of her hot naked flesh against the cool air of the room.
Look at me, she told herself. I’m beautiful!
And that she was, but she was still growing.
Her thighs kept swelling, growing thicker than her waist was, and as her waist itself kept growing longer, her legs lengthening along with her forearms, while her chest and back continued to barrel outward. Right then and there, she must’ve been over twelve feet as she noticed that her head was approaching the ceiling again despite that she was kneeling right now, but not bothering with that, she affectionately opened her legs and began to caress her still moist crotch and thighs with her fingers again.
She probed through her now downy pubic hair, sliding her fingers in between the folds to caress her clit. But it was then that she felt the tips of her fingers growing stubby and thick, and she withdrew her wet fingers, the slimy juices of her body slowly sliding down and across her fingers in streamers, and she watched as her fingernails lengthened, folded, and then hooked into claws before retracting themselves.
She quickly looked over her body, and gasped as her flesh began to darken from a brilliant white to peach skin and then into a soft tan. She was already immense, with arms bigger than a man was, she surmised, and legs that were even larger and thicker than that!
And then she closed her eyes as a shudder erupted through her body, and she clenched them tightly together as another ripple of motion, like the pebble being dropped into the pool of her body again, quickly lanced its way across the whole of her body.
And then, a third stage began in her transformation.
Diyana fell forward onto her swollen chest and meaty arms, sprawling outward as her pleasure intensified, and in short order, the back-building behind her vaginal mound once again erupted and splattered the floor and her legs with her juices again. Diyana cried outward, a stinging pain surfaced at the base of her pleasure, and things began to happen to her, transforming her, which perhaps no scientist could explain.
Another eruption burst from her ripened cunt, and all of a sudden, she arched her back and tried to rise, but a rippling motion began along her spine, and she felt it thicken outward, the little lumps thickening into overlapping plates, the plates thickening into spines that erupted one right after the other out of her flesh.
She groaned as each one burst upward into the air, her back arching further for each one, and remarkably along all this, her rear relaxed and spread, and her tailbone turned outward, forming a tiny mound, before it began to extend outward. Flesh dragged with it, stretching her rapidly thickening skin and pulling her cunt down a little with it, forming into a whipvine that ended with a tuft of hairs. But then that tail suddenly bulged, doubling its width, then tripling that, then tripling that again as it lengthened to twice her own body length. A barb erupted from its end that quickly retracted once again, and she felt the end of her tail bulge with juices all their own.
In her mind, an animalistic knowledge began to arise, and as changes occurred to her bodice, she began to learn of their abilities, their traits and skills as if she’d been born with them and used them all her life. She felt poison lacing that barb in her tail, knew that it was deadly even to the largest of creatures.
Bony protrusions erupted away from her kneecaps and her elbows, which quickly lengthened and grew ever the larger, with the ones on her knees hooking upward into a powerful, molecularly-tipped point as either spike grew larger and thicker, while the ones from her elbows quickly tore open the outsides of her heavily chorded and muscled forearms to the wrists. The pair along her arms quickly fragmented and split open, forming three overlapping spines on a side, with the final pair hooking greatly over her actual elbows and her upper arms as both flattened and sharpened into a blade.
There was a brief instant as that blade quickly extended to thrice its original length, with the other two overlapping it flaring outward and doubling their own lengths before all six blades slid and retracted back into their original places and lengths again.
She groaned and then held herself, her eyes tightening again as fur began to grow about her shoulders and upper bodice to frame her beautifully immense breasts, with more fur lengthening about her loins, and still more along the outsides of her thighs and forelegs. Her head hair quickly grew down her back; thickening into a great mane as the hairs there, trailed quickly downward along her spine to frame the spines erupting from her back.
Her features then pushed forward, her ears drawing pointed, then hooded before they lengthened high and wide over her head, tipping themselves with tiny hairs. Then, erupting from every which way about her brow and jaw line, tiny bristle-like hairs and bony protrusions erupted from her softened flesh, and a brilliant gem grew right at the center of her forehead just above her eyes. The gem grew bright and beautiful, and even began to glow in its depths while those bony protrusions grew thicker and longer about her head to form horns and plates that crowned her head beautifully. Likewise, the ones protruding about her jaw line, extended backward into hooking blades and sharp spikes while her mouth and nose merged, pushed outward and formed the maw of some great cat. Gasping and opening her mouth, one could see every tooth in her mouth sharpen, with her cannies growing long and sharp enough to overlap the series of teeth opposing them.
When she opened her eyes, already the pupils appeared to be far too rounded for a human’s, but then those pupils squeezed in on themselves, compressing into a definite almond-shape, while the colors of those eyes flooded out over her irises, and then grew facets like a beasts. Her once pale gray eyes darkened and shone into a mercury gray, just as whiskers erupted from her lips and brows, and when she groaned, it came out as a low growl deep in her throat. Her eyes receded, her cheeks thickened around them as her brows pushed outward.
The fur that she had been growing then suddenly darkened in places into stripes that ended as a pelt of hollow spots about the edges of that fur. While she remained there on her hands and knees, her shoulders rolled before her forearms lengthened, with more fur erupting out of her forearms about her blades, but then thickening into bristle-like hairs, and then further thickening into quills. Likewise, her feet began to lengthen, her toes broadening thick and wide, with her big toe drawing backward into a dew claw, with the nails on her other claws thickened into great, ebon claws that rend the steel floor. More hairs erupted about those elongated feet, ending in an orange pelt of fur with more hollow spots.
Her chest lifted higher then, the pads of muscle lining the front of her stomach swelling outward, and with a quick pinching, a pair of tiny nipples erected there, before two more pairs lined the peaks of her stomach.
She felt her pussy swell beneath the thickening fur along its length and the insides of her thighs, feeling a small treasure-trail slowly creep upward along her stomach and downward along her tail, while the color of her flesh about her belly and breasts lightened a little. Adversely, the rest of her flesh, radiating outward from her stomach, quickly began to began to darken in grades outward from it; speckling her flesh. Her body lengthened again, her back bulging outward to form a definite hump at its peak, with the largest of her spines projecting from that point.
Her body suddenly doubled in its muscle mass then, a series of short bursts that pumped her body upward and onward. Her spine pushed outward even further with each growth spurt, each coming like a seismic eruption, forcing every muscle in her body to bulge greatly, while lengthening her tail again right up to the base of her neck at the peak of her back. And there, right at the peak of her back, there formed a great mound to support the still lengthening spike at the top of her back.
Her forearms suddenly thickened ever wider, twice as wide as before, with her claves bulging likewise to twice their most recent size; the pair folding into a broad pair that pressed tightly against one another.
Her body twisted then, first one way and then the next, loosening, it seemed, the outer-most layer of her flesh before her skin just began to tear open like the flesh of a snake. Beneath it, as she shed, a realm of opal-like scales beautifully began to line the outsides of her breasts, her ribs and a good deal of her back, as well as her upper and outer thighs around the tufts of fur there.
The insides of her forearms suddenly bulged outward and then broke open like a sphincter, and from either, a long tendril snapped outward, thickened, and then telescoped back into her arms. Diyana stared in surprise and horror at that, and turning her arms to another spasoming feeling, watched as scales erupted about the outsides of her forearms and up the outer length of her arms, before the scales about her forearms thickened into plates, which then thickened into even larger, heavier plates. About her backs of her wrists, those plates broke open, forming a hollow where a crystal rapidly grew into existence, either glowing brightly while the plates radiating around it thickened into a broad and flattened series of plates that looked like a small shield!
What’s… happening to me! She cried inside her head, but didn’t have time to dwell upon it as her pelvis rotated erotically, and she felt her reddened clit thicken and lengthen outward into the air, and she clutched at it; protective of her erotic high. She groaned gutturally as her ribcage lifted more, rising outward like an overhanging cliff over her stomach and spasoming again, her back arched over herself again. Then in rapid succession, the still bared flesh of her back suddenly shredded off, and like her forearms had done, her back armored; revealing scales which grew into plates, which then grew into larger and heavier plates. And right along with her back, portions of her sides also armored themselves, and Diyana fell forward to her hands and knees again as the transformation progressed.
She could feel the speed of her changing beginning to wane now, but it wasn’t over just yet.
Breathing like a metal forge bellows, Diyana felt portions of her back armor shatter and then break open, with a series of overlapping and hooking plates flaring open to reveal more sphincters, which rapidly gave a quick burst of heat and air. Like the exhaust of engines! She thought, and later learned, with her growing mind, that that was exactly what they wereengines. Biological engines… functioning much like an octopus’s jets… only hundreds of times more efficient. And just after that, a pair of enormous plates lifted high above her back like the wing covers of a beetle.
And wings, it appeared, was exactly right as to what those covers were to conceal as a pair of wet and sickly masses of flesh suddenly lifted outward, and then spiraled open with long, bony and webbed fingers spreading outward to their fullest, and twin hooking thumbs on each spread open into the air. Then, with an eruption of growth, the fingers of those wings suddenly telescoped rapidly, and spread the webbing between them as tight as a snare drum. The bases of her wings and the muscles of those wings then began to throb thick with blood; their own muscles growing large and powerful before two more protrusions unfolded and quickly telescoped outward, forming a pair of dragon fly wings. On all six of those new wings – the crystalline dragonfly wings, and the leathery bat like wings – tiny blood vessels throbbed to thicken them all into steel like strength.
The claws at the bases of each ‘finger’ of her wings suddenly grew into large and overlapping spine-like blades, which hooked menacingly about her as if to protect her from the world, while the twin thumb-like fingers at the wings end grew giant, massive and armored. Then crawling up the base of those wings, more plates grew, broke open and unfolded to armor the back of those wings as thoroughly as tank armor, while her dragonfly wings grew large and crystallized into plates of transparent organic steel.
Her breasts then quivered and heaved, and with a simple motion as they expanded suddenly by another inch or so, she began to leak milky cream from inside her body, this cream leaking from all eight of her nipples to slide downward along her body.
Fascinated by that cream, she took one of her great breasts in both of her mighty clawed hands, and hefted it, lifting her nipple to her mouth before she sucked from it, and gave off sounds of pleasure as the enzyme enriched milk poured into her body, and intensified her sexual urges with chemical might. She groaned and sucked more, her nipple hardening as the feeling of nursing from her own breast, a fantasy she’d had for the longest of times, finally came true. But then she groaned, and her breast fell from her mouth, and she orgasmed again with the lovely feeling she’d been experiencing, and she took to caressing the portions of those breasts that remained unarmored.
And then against her head, as her wings continued to throb and thicken, their bases growing huge and powerful, a pair of long, whip-like antennae erupted from her forehead about her forehead gem, just before six tendrils broke from the lower sides of her head behind her ears. Those tendrils lengthened like short dreadlocks, her mind telling her that she could lengthen them at will even as her long antennae folded backward against her head and thickened with their own muscle and tendons.
A whole new world of senses opened up to her then, coming from her antennae and forehead jewel as it pushed forward like a large knob from the front of her brow, forcing her eyes even deeper into her skull. And though there was a small blind spot that developed right in front of her face from her eyes moving backward like that, the gem itself also became an eye, even as psychic emanations began to erupt from it, and it lit like the center of a nuclear reactor. And because of that gem, her sensuousness increased ten fold as her senses tripled in every way, and then grew again by a factor of one hundred as a psychic sense hit her.
And then, from her forehead underneath the base of her bony crown, her fur thickened and lifted, forming more quills.
Her wing covers then slapped back downward again, as fins and over-hooking bony plates erupted from her shoulders and forelegs, and at last, with one final thickening and armoring of her flesh, as well as one final pair of blades, like those on her forearms, erupting from out of her heals, her transformation halted.
Then at last, Diyana reared backward, and orgasmed one last time, and she screamed, an echoing scream that actually shattered the ceiling tiles with its might, her nostrils flaring with pilot flames inside them, before she collapsed into a heap on the floor.
Feeling the last lingering affects of her transformation slowly ebb from her body, and in its stead, she just felt numbness inside her head as her consciousness expanded. She grew smarter by the second as new and marvelous portions of her unused brainpower quickly activated themselves.
But in the wake of her transformation, she felt a growing need rise within her loins that over whelmed her consciousness.
******
Diyana lay on her side, hiding behind an embankment of file cabinets, her fingers delicately probing her insides while she kept her eyes closed, limiting her senses only to the feelings of touch, and the pleasures it was giving her.
She rose then, slowly opening her eyes, giving off a growling purr of pleasure inside her throat before she looked down between her breasts along the length of her body to her pleasure mound. Her whole body was covered in her fluids; from milk across her breasts and stomach, to seminal fluids about her crotch, thighs and hands, and sweat to top it all off.
A strange sensation came over her, which could only be explained as instinctive. And without even thinking about it, her arms pushed her breasts up atop her chest, and opening her mouth, she began to lick herself clean. Her sinuous tongue laced out of her mouth, and she began licking her breasts clean, tasting of the sensual and smooth feeling of her milk over her bodice, and then dipped her head between her breasts – holding the mighty pair open – to get in the crevice between them. She licked her flesh dry, then her nipples, and then moved to sliding the sticky fluids off her body below her sizeable breasts with her hands and licking her fingers clean.
But then, without thinking about it, she went to licking her body clean again, and stretching out one leg, cleaned first one thigh, and then maneuvered herself to the other. And then, remarkably, she bent herself one last time, her breasts folding out of the way, and then began to lick her pussy clean.
She didn’t realize what she was doing until she began to feel that pleasure of her tongue cleaning herself, felt her vaginal mound swelling and her clit erecting outward, and stopping suddenly, she drew backward and realized what she had been doing. Then with a short giggle, she began to tease her womanhood with her lips and tongue, sucking herself in a way that only she knew how to be pleasured.
The pleasure intensified, and coiling herself like a cat, she began to caress the rest of her body with her tongue again, and slowly drew backward and swallowed deeply her ejaculate, feeling her womanhood quiver with a desire to be pierced. She hugged herself, wishing for a man.
And, as luck would have it, that opportunity presented itself.
Diyana’s ears pricked upward to the sound of the door being opened and all so suddenly, she drew fully attentive, and she reached out with her senses to find out who had gained entrance. Her scent picked up the lingering affects of his aftershave, her ears told her of his shape, and her taste tasted of his pheromones in the air. At last, her psychic abilities, and her antennae, gave her the last picture of her new visitor, and she perked up in excitement, just as her visitor spoke and confirmed to her exactly who he was.
“What the hell?” came a voice, and Diyana’s eyes opened fully with excitement as she recognized that voice.
Doctor Lassiter, she thought with excitement, and she sighed a deep breath like a bellows again. Her body stirred, and with all her senses – supersonic intelligibility, animal-like scent, tremors in the floor and psychic emanations – she heard him move over to the workbench where the doctors would sit and discuss things. But despite that, she could sense with all these abilities, she still lifted her head and looked over the table, which, with her increased size, was easy to do, requiring her only to lift her head.
She immediately felt her cunt thicken and clench again at the sight of him, and she saw him pick up the bottle she had drank from, which was now empty save for a little bit that had drained into the bottom.
“Did somebody already dispose of this?” he asked himself aloud, but then held up the contents. It was then that he saw the lipstick on the mouth of the bottle. “Oh, Good Gawd… someone drank it!”
It was then, with deft stealth unbecoming of a creature her size; Diyana hurried across the room behind him, stopped just before the door and quickly locked it. Her hand then slapped to the light switch to shut if off before she leapt away again. Daniel in turn turned around at this sudden motion, staring at the door, but only the departing shadow of Diyana’s Tail.
“Who’s there?!” he called out, and then hurried to the door to try the handle, jiggling it violently, but then discovered that the lock itself had been bent oddly out of place. The handle itself had been squeezed shut.
It was then that he heard a sudden moving of air, like a giant bellows slowly filling and then being released. Likewise, something sweet and tantric filled his nostrils, the affect of which sent his flesh tingling, and his manhood erecting achingly into the front of his pants.
“Hello… Doctor Lassiter.” Diyana purred seductively, her voice gurgling like an animal’s deep in her throat.
Daniel turned around just as she opened her eyes, either gleaming brightly in the dim light of the lab like a pair of spotlights, and then steadily rose as she lifted herself onto the tips of her fingers and her hind feet. Daniel followed them upward, and swallowed heavily as they stopped close to the ceiling.
The shadow surrounding those eyes was enormous.
“Wh-what the hell are you?!” he said with a trembling voice.
Diyana walked stealthily forward on all fours then, her wings folding at her back as she passed into one of the remaining lights, and in reflex, Daniel slapped himself back-first into the door knob, his mind completely ignoring the pain of doing such a thing as her titan-sized mass slowly revealed itself into the light.
“Wh-what the hell… are you?!” he repeated himself, but in a very different, guttural and panicky voice. “Who… are you?” he said after another pause.
“Your doting aide, Doctor Lassiter.” Diyana responded with a deepening of her purr, moving forward again so that her primary breasts, bulging before her, guiding her way and pushing everything else away from them, promptly slid up against his body and pressed him there against the door. “But you can dispense with my name now, Daniel. You may now simply call me… Beast!
“And you, dear doctor, will have the privilege of relieving some pent up aggravations inside of me.”
Diyana then quickly lanced a hand outward and caught the doctor, noticing that a second thumb that she didn’t even know had grown; likewise closed around his arm as she pulled him to her. She promptly knelt over him as he collapsed to the floor, her great, thick thighs keeping her multi-ton weight off his fragile body, but as she leaned cat-like over herself – her spine lifting high over her body – her breasts flattened around him and held him firmly in place.
“I’ve waited a long time to be this close to you, Doctor.” She purred, and bowing her head, lightly kissed him on the mouth. “A very long time.” She reassured him then, and spread her legs wider till her cunt flattened firmly above his groin and she kissed him again. “I’ve sought this whole moment, for over a year! And now I finally have you!”
She smiled down at him, and despite the size of her fingers, she quickly began to unbutton his shirt and push it open, her great hands flattening promptly against his strong, hairless chest and stomach.
“A-and now that you have me,” he voiced timidly, feeling her sharp, hooked claws extend and slide delicately across his chest. “What… what exactly… do you intend to do?”
Diyana smiled, her cat-like lips spreading greatly into a wonderfully beautiful smile, and her fingers slowly slid down to his abdomen, and with a quick rummage with a few of her fore fingers and thumbs, opened his pants and pulled them off him.
“What else would a sex starved young woman with this new body and its heightened libido want?” She giggled and fondled his manhood, and lifting him with one hand, removed his shirt and lab coat, and moving backward, delicately laid him atop her layered belly, sat lightly on her back, and lowered her hands beside her face and arched her back.
Daniel then looked around him, with all this sensual woman flesh about him, and paused atop her great abdomen, even as her thick, thick thighs lifted and spread wide, and looking down her abdomen, saw her moistening vaginal mound, which was even now thickening and spreading open; throbbing against her pelvis with its desire to be pierced.
And then he looked at the creature that had once been his former aide, saw her head tilted backward as all her horns folded at the back of her head with a series of clicks, and she moaned, closing her eyes, and arched her back more so that it was difficult to hold on to where he was.
“Love me!” she groaned. “Take me!”
His hands lowered to her smooth yet taut skin, and he swallowed hard as, between his legs, he felt his groin lift and throb while his sack dropped and filled with oncoming climax. And he’d not even done anything yet!
“Diyana… I meant... Beast! I’ve… I’ve never really done this.”
“Hmm…” she gurgled, and then gasped loudly before her legs opened even wider.
Daniel in turn felt something soft and fuzzy tickle his cluster and he jumped a little and looked beneath him to see the tip of a fuzzy tail nuzzle his groin. It thickened to even greater heights!
“Oh, Gawd…” he groaned, and held his groin, feeling something beginning to back build.
“Please!” she called out, and rolled her hips, and before he knew it, he was sliding downward and caught himself just in time by holding onto her hips. But, as luck would have it, that placed his cluster right over her gaping womanhood, and with the pressure of his weight atop her, he simple slid pelvis first into her.
“Ahh!” she cried, and Daniel gave off a groan as her vaginal muscles suddenly clenched around him.
But after that first, tantric explosion, Daniel slowly relaxed, and putting his feet down, found that his waist, at a kneeling position, was just in the right place for him to work into her. Holding onto her armored sides and hips, he promptly began to slide into her, thoroughly enjoying himself, until, with a shuddering motion after only a short while, he climaxed into her, right at the same time she orgasmed right with him.
The pleasure for him was intense! But as he relaxed, wishing for all he was worth that it’d lasted longer, he began to grind into her hips as his manhood began to grow flaccid inside her. It was just then, that his lover suddenly cried out “More!”
Panicking, he did all that he could do, and slowly pulling out of her, lowered himself onto his heals, and licking his lips briefly, began to probe her with fingers, mouth and tongue finally sucking on her erect clitoris, that was already thick and vibrating a good inch out of her vaginal mound.
But no man, he began to think, could last in there without that sumptuous body playing upon him, and took only a few minutes of sucking and licking her inner self, caressing her womanhood with his fingers and drinking of her fluids, to become engorged again. But with a new package, he instead saved himself and climbed atop her, and this time began to coax and tease her breasts, amazed at how sensitive all eight where.
He sat upon her four erect nipples at the peak of her abdomen, rested his groin over her swollen pair just above them, and resting atop her ribcage as if it were a saddle. He then began to caress her breasts with hands, arms and legs, sucking from the fully erect nipples there, and drawing from her the sweetest, most delectable creamy milk, he’d ever tasted. He’d’ve had been content to rest there and sup from her bodice, but then her massive form moved like an earthquake in motion, and he quickly found himself on his back. And then it was his turn to lay on his back as she pleasured him; licking his groin, kissing his lips, pressing his crotch between her breasts, rubbing against him…
When he climaxed again, the batch he produced for her wasn’t as great as the one that had preceded it, but the climax was nonetheless longer, and by far much more intense.
She was just so… so erotic!
It was brain numbing, the whole experience, for the both of them, and at last, Daniel simply laid there on the ground, his body being caressed by her hands and lips, and his teased by her feather-like hairs at the tips of her tail.
And in spite of himself, he actually returned her affections.
And the time that had passed… Only God knew…
******
With the lab secured as it was, Diyana and Daniel Lassiter were left relatively undisturbed, and even when there came a hammering on the door, Daniel was in no hurry to be discovered, and keeping quiet, protected Diyana… Beast… from likewise being discovered. But while she slept, even through the alarms that began to sound a ways off, he secreted himself to where the beaker still lay, deposited what remained of the solution into a vial, stoppered it, and immediately placed it in a coolant canister for transport.
Walking over to Diyana, he lightly nudged her awake, she opening her eyes and her forehead gem lighting up more from the affect of the pressure of his hand instead of him moving her. She was built like a solid brick crap-house and the house that was attached to it!
To coin a phrase.
“We need to leave.” He voiced as she gave a soft sigh, “There will be some people entering soon, and it would be most… awkward if they found you here.”
Diyana stared at him, and without the pressure of her loins calling for release, she came to fully understand what he meant.
“Come with me.” She whispered, and rose quickly to press her great armored and muscled cheek against his rippled stomach; her clawed six-fingered hand lifting to caress him there.
“That was my intention, Diyana. Beast. I have a place where I can hide you until we can find a solution for you being like this. But we need to find a way to leave.”
Diyana smiled, and reaching over, picked up Daniel’s lab coat, wrapped him and his clothes up in it, and then lifted him into her arm; cradling him with the sheer might of that one mighty arm!
She then hobbled over to one of the small window, and drawing back a hand, smashed through the wall, letting the momentum of her arm carry her through it before she jumped out into the air.
Searchlights from fire trucks below rapidly tried to pick up what had just done that, but Diyana had already spread her wings and soared off into the night, with her own precious cargo in her embrace.
Daniel hid her in a cave out in the forest, well away from prying eyes.
By morning, Diyana had transformed back into a human, but unlike her tiny self from before, she was hairless, a tall six feet, and had a beautiful pair of full and rounded breasts that peaked upon her athletic body nicely.
Together, they discovered yet another of her many powers.
Diyana, informally known as “The Beast,” learned more and more about her powers – both obvious and subtle – in that little cave, but none were as powerful or exotic as her abilities over her own sexuality. Her pheromones, mixing with an animal musk, created a powerful airborne aphrodisiac to both men and women. And when she was in an erotic high, she grew stronger, and larger, and more powerful. Her body would compensate for any damage, likewise growing stronger and more heavily armed… and her milk… that delicious milk in her body, functioned just like a super steroid.
Justin, getting a constant supply of it, grew tall, strong and powerful.
The experiment in which Diyana had unwittingly drank, was indeed dozens of experiments that had all been rejected, and contained in the same jar for removal. In it was a retro virus that combined with the gene codes of a great many different creatures. From each one, Diyana received their traits and instinctive abilities. Above all, was a super steroid that – tested on men – appeared inconsequential, but in Diyana’s frail body, super sized her every gland, and intensified the testosterone and estrogen levels in her body to unbelievable heights.
In her altered form, they were off the scale!
She also had the ability to gain more samples of DNA just by touching a creature, and by doing so, would absorb their abilities.
Within a month, Diyana became the city’s ever-watchful protector, saving the day and posing her super feminine form for all to see and wonder about. All the while, Doctor Daniel Lassiter protected her and kept her happy and calm. For if she ever lost her temper or grew too afraid, The Beast would once again transform from her, and then, the darkness of what a human heart could hold would be released instead of this gallant savior.
And ever in the background, Doctor Lassiter studied that sample he took from the lab, trying to reduplicate it. Making tools for his newfound beloved, and soon, Diyana could be seen wearing one of his inventions… A collar that would spike outward whenever she transformed, and would shock her from Daniel’s watch whenever she got too destructive.
And thus, a super-heroine was born!
The Beast!
End