You've hulked out (just a little)!

You stand up and immediately realize that after a test like that there's no way you should be standing up. The room spins a little and you totter. But you catch your balance before you know it (those heightened reactions?) and look down at Rick and Tom.

Wait... you look down at them? You're five foot seven or so, and both of those guys must be around six feet! How can you be... You hold your hand out in front of you and... my God! Why does it look so big against the lighting? And how come your head is so near the lights anyway? And as your eyes trail back up your arm they just get wider and wider. Your muscles are HUGE! You're beyond ripped! And then... wait! You're naked!?! You blush as you look down at yourself, but you make no move to cover yourself because the sight of your changed body just stuns you.

The **** seems to have turned you into some kind of super-woman. Your arms and legs are strong and muscular, and you seem to have grown... at least twelve inches. Maybe more. And far from the **** only stimulating your muscles it seems to have just maximized almost everything about you. Your hands and feet are massive (still in proportion to your body of course) and your tits... are just enormous. I mean, you had big breasts for your frame before, but now they're just gargantuan; two massive globes of firm, supple flesh topped of with two huge, dark nipples. They don't sag, but sit perfectly on your new, massive, muscular chest. Still though, the sheer size of them - bigger than a man's head now - makes them look almost grotesque. No bra in the world is going to fit you.

Of course you're naked. The gown must've just torn right off you as you grew. Especially as the twins grew THIS big.

The three behind the glass and the two guys in the room just look up at you dumbfounded as you twist your head around to check out your backside. Wow! Move over Beyonce - you are now the most bootylicious creature on the planet. Your rump is obscenely full and round. You are the answer to every ass-lover's prayer.

You feel good too. No scratch that, you feel great. You feel like running a marathon, like fighting a whole army single handed, like bench pressing a buick! Hmmm, you wonder just how strong you are? What's the heaviest thing in this room you could try and lift...

"Hol?" Rick finds his voice and starts edging towards you, looking up at you with some mixture of fear and awe. Mostly awe, he's not that afraid - you can smell it. Improved senses too, you note.

"I'm good," you grin. "I feel great."

"That was... this is... impossible!"

"Nothing in the early labs suggested this kind of reaction when tested on humans," Tom mutters to himself. "Are you in any pain? You must be! For your... I mean it looks like your actual bones grew!"

"It hurt when, when I was changing," you shrug, your new, ginormous cleavage jiggling, "Now I just feel great!" Yeah! You feel like you could climb Everest, like you could swim across the Pacific... like you could fuck a whole football team.

Yeah... you're pretty horny actually...