Making absolutely sure this time, Mary dispensed a vial of Muscle +. She drank it aggressively and tongued to glass afterwards. It was savory almost like a thick piece of meat, which made sense. Like an electrical surge, her muscles began to flex rhythmically. Each time pulsing bigger. Mary had very low body fat, ignoring her fat ass and tits, which meant any change in her muscle tone was very obvious. It wasn’t much, but it did make her look athletic.
“Weak,” she spat and drank another. The second was always the real first dose in Mary’s mind. A solid 6 pack and noticeable biceps even when not flexed. But Mary knew it was going to be 3 vials minimum. It always was. Her upper torso widened to make room for all the new muscle, but her waist remained mostly the same exaggerating her already absurd hourglass figure. Thick pecs lifted her boobs, granting them better support and helped them defy gravity. And although you couldn’t see them, her thighs became more dense to grant her the strength to stand. With arms that would make a male superhero jealous and a eight pack that you could grate cheese on, Mary stood up. Cock erect and ready for abuse. She just needed someone to fuck. A knock on the front door made Mary smirk.
Who was the lucky, or unlucky, soul.