Blowing Apart - futa/f, muscle transformation, handjob, BJ, yada yada yada.

Ten years to create the perfect combination for strength, endurance and overall perfect health.

Ten years she scrounged funds, dispensing royal treatment for crooks and supervillains with enough capital to invest in machinery, ingredients and security.

She knew exactly what they would do soon as she announced the completion of the project and she prepared herself for the first human subject, tonight.

“Okay doctor, all systems ready, standing by,” Her assistant checked the meters for pressure and temperature on the myriad of substances that would infuse the dipping chamber, aptly named 'Well of Lazarus'.

A single day fasting was needed before the procedure and she was thinking a tad slower due to the hunger. “Oh, all right, let's get this show on the road,”

The doctor stripped off her bathing robe and showed her mature body in a modest bikini to her assistant, barely containing her bouncy bosom and fat buttocks.

Time was fair to her but she always wanted to relive her golden years, when she was locked in studying for the damned grades, to achieve a career.

“Damn Nancy, I've never thought you were so beautiful under the lab clothes,” The assistant thought to herself, peeping the doctor's great butt swaying as she walked to get to the dipping vat.

“Thanks, but if the calculations are right I'll lose most of it, so give this jiggly ass goodbye,” The doctor wore the breathing mask, connected to a few tubes, her lush brown hair tied to a ponytail.

Climbing a small staircase and sliding down the transparent tube, she signaled with her thumbs up and the assistant started the procedure.

A loud mechanism turned a heavy lid over it and a bath of various fluids started to fill the tight space. “All right, no turning back now,” She thought, feeling the warm fluids touching her feet.

The second stage started as the vat filled up, a mixture of nutritive and regenerative substances were forced on her body by sheer pressure, the warmth turning to a hot, almost boilling point, needed to activate the empowering process.

Nancy felt her whole body itching. Her soaked skin was stretching, rearranging, her cells were responding to the treatment.

Her D-cups perked up from their sag over the once fat gut now a slab of tough granite-chiseled abs.

The assistant looked in awe as the middle-aged woman rejuvenated to a perfect light bodybuilding girl, gaining a few inches taller in the process.

Her grunts and moans were embarrassing but the assistant got turned on. “Yes doctor, it's almost done, now the final touch, the meters all read green, are you ready?”

“Yes, yes, begin the final phase, I'm fine, this feels so good, oh damn,” Nancy was euphoric, even her voice sounded younger due to the rearranging of her chest.

Her arms, a bit flabby from lack of exercise quickly gained mass, becoming solid but not too swollen.

Her legs though, grew unexpectedly tough, tingling with newgrown nerves, up to her steaming crotch under the almost boiling bikini bottom.

“You can stop now, looks enough, good job Irene,” Nancy leaned against the tube, relaxing with the continued effects of the hot dip.

“Yeah, it looks like a nice tea pack now, isn't it?” A voice behind the control panels besides Irene, the assistant, sounded sarcastic.

“Sir, this is a controlled test environment, I ask you to leave, it may mess with the results,” Irene looked at the person just about to pull the hammer of a silver-plated gun.

She quickly lifted her arms up much to Nancy's surprise, she couldn't see what was happening but the microphone was open.

“Irene, please turn the heat down, I'm feeling a bit woozy,” The Doctor was used to hot tub baths prior to that but definitely couldn't relax after hearing that.

“Sir, what do you want? I need to press a button here, could you please point that away?” Nancy could glance a few reds on the monitors.

“Let her cook a bit more, maybe that chicken can give a good soup,” The person revealed herself, a wide-brimmed noir private eye hat, cloak and dagger, luscious lips wearing lucifer-hued lipstick.

“Please, if she is overexposed the results may be unpredictable,” Nancy pleaded, a bead of sweat rushing down her forehead.

“All right, do it, I don't want her dead yet,” The trenchcoated person mumbled, waving the gun at her.

Nancy listened carefully and a flame of anger surged through her steaming mind.

After the fluids drained, she felt her body still warping from the hot bath but overall that was expected, the bikini felt even comfier with her new features.

Climbing back and wearing her robe, she confronted the gun-toting invader.

“Ellie, what the hell are you doing here? Did Mason sent you? Do you want data?” Nancy sat on a wheeled office chair, intended for the control panel usage.

“You look gorgeous, I se

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