Dr. Musclestein (Paid Post #4) (Patreon)

Dr. Musclestein had been working tirelessly for years on her new muscle producing procedure. She had been trying to find a formula for what felt like an eternity when someone had called her Dr. Frankenstein jokingly, and inspiration struck! Why would she be so concerned with growing muscles when she could just implant them into someone. But where to find a willing subject?

Her assistant Christina had been working around the lab when she slipped on one of the defunct formulas laying around. She knocked her head on a counter and was out like a light. Dancing the line between life or death, Dr. Musclestein had to work quickly, before brain damage set in.

Christina was stripped bare and Dr. Musclestein worked with the speed of a vampire bat in a blood bank, that is to say, quickly. She slipped the muscles of several dead body builders under the skin of her assistant. She found the whole thing to look unnaturally lumpy. She was of course disappointed with the look but she had to revive her assistant.

When Christina awoke she was very groggy and tried to rub her temples but found her arms to be much heavier than they used to be. She looked down at her body and found everything to be so robust.

“You're ALIVE!” Dr. Musclestein screamed, “ALIVE!”

“What am I wearing?” Christina saw the supposedly oversized white dressed wrapped tightly around what felt like tons of flab.

“It's a dress darling, but that's not important. What's important is how you feel. Well? How do you feel?”

“Heavy.” Christina said trying to move.

Dr. Musclestein was massaging the muscles under her skin. “That's a bit of an understatement, I need you to do something for me. Flex for me.”

“What?”

“I need you to activate the muscles, flex for me.”

“I don't-”

“Flex. FLEX! FLEEEEEHHHHHX!”

Christina started just trying to pick up her limbs. Clenching her fists. She felt something happening, the muscles started to activate, and harden the more she moved. It felt like every move was giving her the pump of a thousand work outs. Her biceps ripping though the sleeves of her dress. Her chest bursting through her dress. Her quads tripling with every step as every muscle put under her hardened to it's natural state with a bit of the bodies natural shock treatment. Christina bursting into a muscle goddess.

“They're alive,” The doctor screamed “ALIVE!” and Stood next to her creation.

“Doctor, what have you done to me.” Christina asked in a haze.

“I've made you beautiful, Perfect! Muscley! No one will laugh at me ever again! Everyone will remember the name Musclestein”