No One Notices The Shots, Only The Results

Protein with every meal. Workouts three times a day. The bite of the needle beneath the skin. The results weren't immediate, but they were fast enough. Sue Storm could see it as her deadlift weight increased. As clothing that normally fit was tight around shoulders, biceps, and thighs. Every week, her appointment with Dr. Stone included taking blood for analysis, and then the measuring tape.

"Any side effects?" Dr. Stone asked, as Sue flexed her arm, to show a bigger bicep. "Acne, voice deepening, hair loss, anything like that?"

"Not yet," Sue Storm said. Then added: "I can lift 300 now."

"That's good," the doctor said, making a little mark of her measurement, then drawing the tape around Sue's waist. "And has anyone else noticed the effects?"

"Franklin and Valeria called me 'muscle mommy,'" Sue said, with a grin. "And Johnny made a crack that I looked 'jacked.' I asked Reed for some new costumes. The old ones aren't fitting well."

"Hmm-hmm," Dr. Stone said. Sue couldn't see her eyes, because the doctor was kneeling behind her. Moonstone's eyes glowed as she applied a small gravimetric burst toward the heroine's brain. Knocking her into the kind of state normally only achieved with two bottles of champagne. "Drop your pants."

This was the part of the measurements that took a little influence. Sue Storm pulled down her pants and panties, standing before Dr. Stone, looking straight ahead as the other woman took out a micrometer and measured her clitoris. It had seemed a bit more prominent lately, Sue had to admit. Yet the numbers went into the book. Then she would pull up her pants, and Dr. Stone would give her the next week's worth of shots.

"You're progressing well," Dr. Stone said, still staring at Sue's clit. The heroine smiled. "We can accelerate, if you'd like."

"Accelerate?" Sue repeated.

"Get you bigger, faster," Dr. Stone said, and her thumb nudged that protuberant clit. Sue gave out a little moan, as the doctor teased her clit out of its hood, to full erection. Apparently one of the primary side effects that this batch of anabolic steroids could cause was clitoral growth. Sue didn't think her clit was getting any bigger, but she was glad that Doctor Stone was conscientious about that.

"Of course, that's a higher dose. More chance of...side effects," Dr. Stone said. She grinned, knowing that whatever Doom was putting in those shots was much more sophisticated than whatever performance-enhancing drugs mere athletes pumped into their bodies. She shivered to think of what the real side effects would be. "What do you want to do? You don't have to think about it right now. Think about it. You can pull up your pants now."

Sue pulled up her pants. Dr. Stone was at her desk, and Sue considered her words. She had been making good progress. But the thought of getting bigger...that sent a shiver of excitement throughout her body.

Do I really want to get big, fast? Sue Storm asked herself.