Awaken at Monique's

Your mind is a fog as you try to remember what has happened to you.

CLANK! "Hmmpf!" CLANK!!

Your rattled brain hears a rhythmic clanking as well as the occasional grunt somewhere off in the distance. You finally open your eyes and take in your surroundings.

Nothing is familiar. You are laying on a massive padded king size bed. The walls appear to be red brick with fogged windows several feet off the ground. The floor is concrete, but as you swing your feet over the edge and land on the ground you feel a soft silk carpet that extends the length of the bed. There is no door , but rather two fiber room dividers corner off the area you awoke in and block you from seeing more of your surroundings.

You step around the nearest divider and stare at what appears to be a massive studio apartment. In one corner of the room is a kitchen area, fully stocked with top of the line appliances and a massive array of cooking pots, pans and utensils hanging above a large wooden cooking table. In the corner next to the kitchen appears to be a reclining area complete with sofas, chairs, and an entertainment center with a massive flat screen television set. In the middle of the studio is the dining area. A large oak dining table with eight padded wooden chairs evenly spaced around it. And in the last corner is a fitness area complete with a weight bench, weight rack (containing mostly massive 100 pound weights), dumbbell rack, punching bag, treadmill, stair machine, and a all purpose workout machine with multiple pulleys.

And on the workout machine is Monique wearing top of the line moisture locking training shirt (stretched taunt over her swollen pecs and biceps) as well as tight workout shorts that cover only half of her massive ass cheeks and snugly clings to her massive bulge. She pulls down on a bar attached to a thick metal cable that winds its way through several pulleys and lifts the entire massive stack of weights resting in the middle of the machine. Monique has not spotted you yet, she continues to tug on the rope, straining her massive biceps and triceps while her ebony skin shines in the glow of the overhead lights, glistening with sweat.

"Hmmmmpfff!" CLANG!!

Monique finishes her set, reaches for a nearby towel and starts to wipe the sweat from her forehead when she suddenly spots you standing staring at her.

"Hey there my little lover. Getting an eyeful of your big sexy girlfriend getting her swoll on?!" She accentuates her greeting by curling her arm, inflating her bicep to the point that her shirt sleeve starts to tear. "Hahaha! Looks like I might need to start getting new shirts that fit me again."

She gets up and crosses the studio towards you. Her body is covered with sweat and the scent flows towards you. Your nostrils are stung with the overpowering stench of sweat, lotion, perfume, and...something else. You recognize it but can't figure out where you recognize it from. She reaches you, towering two whole feet above you. You involuntarily glance down at her bulge. The outline of her massive cock, all of its veins and bumps identifiable through the taunt fabric. And beneath her massive python are her two swollen balls. Realization comes over you. The other scent, you last smelled it when she had your entire face rubbing up against her massive black ball sack. It is testosterone. Somehow, this woman exudes a feminine sensuality while also giving off the dominance associated with too much testosterone.

She catches you staring just a second too long. "Easy slut, I only got done fucking you and your aunt a couple hours ago and you already can't wait to get another face full of my meat?" Her massive hand reaches down and grabs as much of her monstrous cock and balls as would fit in her hand and gives it a squeeze and a shake. "Now that you are living with me we will be able to fuck whenever I want. So, don't worry about not getting enough of my big ol' fuck stick." She laughs as she gives her bulge another squeeze.

"Wait? What do you mean we are living together? I have to go home! My mom won't let me live with you!" You try to protest. Your family won't let you become someone's fuck ****. No matter how big they and their cock is.

"Don't act like you don't want to be my little fuck toy Dougie. I talked with both your mother and your aunt and they were both cool with it. They said it was about time you moved out and became the bottom you were meant to be anyways." She smirks down at you and takes a step towards you, so that now her massive bulge was level with your stomach and her tits hung over your head.

"It is gonna be a lot better than you think. Not only do you get to please me whenever I need it, but you are also going to help me with some experiments." The idea of experimenting further with this woman was not a soothing thought at all. "Plus, in case you haven't gathered from looking around my place, but I am kinda loaded, with money not just jizz. Haha!" You had to admit, she had the nicest apartment you had ever seen. Plus all of that gym equipment, kitchen appliances, and other furnishings had to have cost several tens of thousands of dollars just on their own.

"What exactly do you do Monique?" Your curiosity was piqued.

"I don't really do much of anything. My dad owns a major chemical manufacturing company, kinda a big deal, known worldwide, anyways, I just live off of the money he gives me, but I do use my Chemical Engineering degree to work on my own little side projects." She smiles down at you, obviously waiting for you to ask her about her little projects.

"What are you working on exactly Monique."

She beams a big smile down on you. "Glad you asked. Part of the reason I wanted you to move in was that I needed an assistant to help me complete some experiments on a couple of special batches of formulas I have developed."

Monique starts to walk over to the bedroom and you follow. She goes to a bookshelf that was next to the bed, pulls a book out and presses a hidden button at the back of the shelf. The brick wall slides to the side revealing a massive steel door. Monique approaches the door and sticks her thumb into a scanner. The door starts to slide apart revealing a sterile chemical lab. You follow Monique inside. Several massive machines whirl about and hum as power flows through them. You have no idea what you are looking at but it is technical beyond your basic understanding of science.

Monique approaches a sliding glass door fridge that contained several vials and bottles with labels with names you could barely read. Monique reaches for three tiny bottles that sat separate from the others. She puts them down on a sterile steel counter next to her and then goes to a cabinet for three sterile packed syringes.

"I wasn't always this tall and buff Dougie. In fact when I was a senior in high school I was probably shorter and skinnier than you are now. All the other girls were massive, but for some reason I never sprouted at all." She takes the syringes out and begins to fill them, mixing two of the bottles' contents in two of the syringes, and the last bottle's content in the last syringe.

"I couldn't even **** the boys in my school like all of the other girls did. I didn't fuck a boy's ass until college. Pretty sad. It was only after I got access to my daddy's chemical supply from many of his different facilities that I finally began to develop a special formula that would give me the height and strength I craved. I started injecting my formula my freshman year of college, and by spring break I was six feet tall and had started to develop some impressive musculature. I found that if I supplemented even just a fraction of rigorous exercise, the muscle development was like that of someone who had spent 8 hours everyday for one week at the gym. I perfected my formula, injecting myself twice daily, and began hitting the weights every day."

Monique took the first syringe, squeezed out whatever air bubbles were trapped in the needle, pulled down her shorts revealing her buttocks and injected herself in her right butt cheek.

"By the time I graduated, I was over seven feet tall and the massive slab of muscle that you see now. Of course my cock grew and swelled just like the rest of me, but I then discovered an injection of my formula directly into my cock would enable me to fuck nonstop for days on end." She chuckles to herself as she seems to recall a fond memory. "My graduation celebration left not a single ass unfucked. After I had worn out every ass at the celebration, I wandered onto my campus with a massive raging erection and fucked every able body I caught. No one could stop me. The police were called...but all that resulted in was fresh fucks delivered right to me. I finally finished my rampage in the town down the hill from the campus. It was three days of non-stop pleasure." Her bulge swelled with her memories and slowly her cock began to stretch and uncoil underneath her shorts.

"It has been too long since I experimented like that, so that's why I need you here." She grabbed your arm and stuck the second syringe into your shoulder. "This is the same formula I use, but its effect on you will only fill you with energy necessary for me to fuck you senseless without you passing out and going all ragdoll on me."

Monique then took the last syringe with a different, new concoction. "This is something new. This is a concentrated formula. Even I can't predict what it will do, but you and I are about to find out."

Monique stabbed the needle into her other ass cheek.

"We are gonna have a real blast when this kicks in..."