#fmg

Welcome, employee: Turner, Helena. You are two minutes late. Please report to HR for a written warning.

I had spent years in this research firm, my existence barely acknowledged beyond the occasional nod or dismissive glance. 

My coworkers never saw me for what I truly am: A threat to the very structure of this world. 

And that was my greatest advantage. 

No one suspects the quiet one.

The woman hunched over her workstation long after others have gone home, the one whose name they struggle to remember.

They never saw the experiments.

The idea had formed slowly, festering in the back of my mind for years, fueled by every rejection, every condescending remark, every moment I felt shackled by my own physical limits. 

The world belonged to those who had power; power in their words, in their bodies, in their very presence. 

I had none of that, if not for a lack of trying.

I constantly stared at my 5'2" frame, small, unassuming. But it was a powerful prison that kept my ambitions, that surpassed the height of the clouds, shackled within.

But science… the modern ways of the arcane, could change everything.

I have tried everything I could consider that was within the means of the extent of my health:

- Alternative medicine

- Meditation

- Stretches

- Acupuncture

- Diets

- Hypnosis

Snake oils. All of them!

I even volunteered for several experimental procedures and drugs from the medical board.

Nothing!

I have bade my time. Studying the rise and fall of civilizations, of chemistry, environmental studies, arts, music.

All in preparation for the day I shall take over as the Goddess.

I have been training my body to reach its peak performance of speed, reflexes, and strength. But my frail body can only plateau so much...

I have honed both my body and mind. But I was only limited to what little I am blessed with.

It was time I took an unorthodox approach to all this. One that questioned the very laws of reality.

...

The solution I devised was in no means simple.

I will introduce to my body a cocktail of various compounds, each carefully researched, synthesized, and tweaked.

I did not rest until I had the right mix to reshape my existence.

Organic tissue enhancement, accelerated cellular regeneration, muscular expansion... everything the human body lacked, improved tenfold.

No, maybe even MORE.

The problem, of course, was activation.

My cocktail of serums alone was nothing more than an inert blend of chemicals that my body will immediately reject and flush out.

It needed a catalyst.

G-Radiation. A unique wave of energy that fluctuated and spiked in particular wavelengths. 

Wavelengths that would activate a radioactive metal colloid if introduced to my system. Which will trigger a chain reaction of the intravenous hormones and biochemical components!

This facility was equipped to simulate it, but the approach was… unconventional. 

Every piece of equipment I needed was controlled, monitored, contained, but present. And I had learned, through careful observation, exactly what to use to simulate the levels that I needed to trigger the reaction. 

The higher-ups had no idea their security systems were inadequate, that their precious safeguards meant nothing against someone truly determined.

I need to work in secret.

Always at night, always when I was certain the cameras had their predictable blind spots. 

I ran my tests on lab mice first, watching in satisfaction as the formula took effect as soon as I activated the G-rad oven that housed the subject. 

The results were crude and imperfect, but promising. 

A subject that had been weak and fragile the night before would wake larger, stronger, hungrier.

Their bones reinforced, their muscle fibers denser. 

There were also some… that didn’t survive the transformation. But those were within my margins of error.

Prey that had become apex predators. Ones that were particularly difficult to discreetly dispose of, mind you.

Science required sacrifice.

I kept my notes hidden, written in a cipher only I understood. 

...

Despite the unreasonable demands from the board of directors, I pulled through with my side projects without missing a single deadline.

The risk was enormous. If I were caught, the administration would not be merciful. 

They would brand me a rogue scientist, a criminal, perhaps even a lunatic. 

But I had long since ceased to care about their approval. The world needed to change, and I would be the one to usher a new age.

...

One day, I was no longer satisfied with mice.

If my calculations were correct, a full human transformation would be unlike anything seen before. The limitations of biology shattered.

The weak made strong. The insignificant made undeniable.

And I was done being small.

...

Weeks later, 3AM.

Tonight was the night.

My high heels clacked across the empty steel hallways of the west laboratory complex.

I tied my hair to a ponytail, letting it swing freely behind me as I walked the corridors with a steely conviction.

I had spent months perfecting each serum,

Adjusting the dosages, 

Testing its limits,

Optimizing the results.

And now, there was no one to stop me. 

The security cameras were blind at this hour, nobody was in the surveillance room, and I made sure of it.

This section of the facility was empty and silent save for the distant hum of machines. 

My heart pounded as I set up the final preparations: three syringes of differing colors laid neatly before me, glistening under the dim fluorescence.

I rolled up my sleeve and took a deep breath.

Snik! 

FSSSSH…

“Aahh…~”

The moment I injected the serums, my heart hammered like a war drum. 

Three syringes, each packed with years of illicit research, plunged into my veins one after the other. 

Snik!

FSSSSH...

Snik!

FSSSSH...

Each fluid burned; molten fire racing through my bloodstream, igniting every cell in my body. I gritted my teeth, shaking as I reached for the last step.

A half-liter of the radioactive colloid.

Its contents swirled like heavy drops of liquid metal flowing inside a beaker.

I lifted the flask with trembling fingers, the viscous, milky liquid shimmering ominously under my laboratory bench's overhead lights. 

“Now or never!”

My breath was shallow as I tilted it back, forcing the thick mixture down my throat in deep gulps.

Gulp... Gulp.. Gulp...

It was heavier than I expected, it had the consistency of honey, coating my insides with an unnatural heat.

“Hahhh.. hahhh…”

I barely had time to catch my breath before I stumbled into the makeshift G-radiation chamber, slamming the door behind me.

"This is it. No turning back."

The override activation lever stuck out through a compromised panel from inside the chamber.

It's handle felt heavy, fateful. 

This will not only reshape me, but the whole world.

“And they better be ready!”

I pulled the lever down with conviction.

BAM!

The hum of the machines roared to life around me. 

Blue energy crackled from the overhead emitters, the air charged with a static so thick I could taste it. 

My fingers twitched. My lungs fought for breath. 

Had I miscalculated? Is this where I die?

Did whatever I just did only gave me super cancer?!

No.

Now is not the time for doubts.

Then I felt heat. Deep, searing warmth erupted from within, pooling in my chest, my belly, my limbs.

I gasped, staggering forward. My heart raced... no, thundered, thumping against my ribs.

I could feel it, I could feel everything. 

My blood rushed like a tidal wave, my muscles tightening, shifting, expanding...

Then the pleasure struck.

"Ohh—God—aaaahnnn~" 

I nearly collapsed, my knees buckling as euphoria surged through me like an electric current. 

My skin tingled, stretched, and pulled in all directions. 

My fingers curled into tight fists as a moan escaped my lips, uncontrollable, unstoppable.

Something deep inside me fought against my scrawny form and pushed outward.

My lab coat stretched first, the sleeves tightening around my arms as my biceps thickened, muscles pressing against fabric that had never been meant to hold them. 

The buttons down my front strained, the seams hissing as my chest rose, swelling, pushing against the tightness of my clothes.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was working! I was growing bigger!

HUGE!

"Mmm—haa—yes—!"

The first pop of tearing fabric sent a thrill through me.

My blouse resisted at first, clinging desperately to my expanding frame, but it was a losing battle. 

My breasts swelled larger, rounder, pushing against the fragile cups of my bra. 

Amusingly, the alphabet ran through my mind.

A-cups, B, C... every passing moment brought a new surge, a fresh, powerful stretch as my breasts overwhelmed its constraints.

"Ngh—haa—aah—!"

I arched my back as my bra straps snapped against my shoulders, the cups giving way under the sheer weight of my expanding fleshy mounds. 

The fabric surrendered with a final, humiliating rip, freeing my heaving chest beneath my tightening red blouse as I gasped at the sensation.

I groped myself for but a moment. Embracing the reality of the situation.

I am not just imagining this. I have TITS!

Big, and heavy...

And still, I grew.

My skirt rode up my thickening thighs, the seams biting into my hips as they widened, rounding out into soft, powerful curves. 

My muscles swelled beneath the surface, piling one over the other, hardening, commanding space. 

My calves thickened, my feet pressing against the confines of my size 5 heels until...

CRACK. POP. POP!

My heels shattered beneath me, the delicate shoes unable to handle the sheer force of my burgeoning weight. 

My toes tore through the front as I flexed them and my feet spilled out through the sides. The buckles broke apart from the strain.

"I won't need their extra few inches of height anymore.. Aaaaugh!"

I let out a guttural moan as my height surged upward, my spine lengthening, vertebrae stretching, stacking higher and higher with a satisfying crunch.

I must be double my former height now!

The lab around me shrunk. 

Shelves and benches that once seemed large now felt absurdly tiny. 

The twenty-foot ceiling loomed just above me... but I wasn’t stopping. 

“I will NOT stop!”

Fifteen feet.

I threw my arms out, relishing the raw power coursing through my veins.

My hands, once so small, so weak, clenched into fists the size of a man’s head. 

The flesh of my thighs pulsed with newfound strength through the holes of my disintegrating stockings, thick and commanding. 

My hips grew wider, softer yet impossibly strong.

I wasn’t finished relishing my magnificent body when I was interrupted by my head slamming into the ceiling.

BLAM!

“Ahh~”

My growing body pushed against the concrete, forcing my head to bend down.

The impact undid my ponytail and released my flowing hair.

I gasped, stunned by my own enormity, blinking down, between what I can see through my magnificent cleavage, at the remnants of my ruined clothing littering the ground - pieces of fabric that now resembled doll clothes.

I used to fit in those...

My breath was ragged, my body humming with a cacophony of pleasure and power. 

The entire lab was laughably small around me now... equipment that once towered over me barely reached my knees!

I was no longer small. No longer weak.

“This… THIS IS WHAT I WAS TRULY MEANT TO BECOME-”

I grinned, pressing my palm against the lowering ceiling. 

My fingers spread out, testing its resistance. I could feel the steel reinforcements, the weight of the facility above me. 

It didn’t matter.

“-AND NOTHING WILL HOLD ME BACK!”

I am beyond limits now.

My body began drinking more of the G-radiation, demanding more from the machine.

The breaker surged... I was using too much power.

The facility's capacitors and fuses were never meant to handle this output.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

WHIIIIR WHIIIIIR…

WARNING: OUTPUT CRITICAL, WARNING: OUTPUT- 

The generators crackled louder, warning lights flashing across every console as their systems buckled under the overload. 

BOOM! BWEEEEeeeeem…

The facility's breakers gave out with a sharp pop, and the lab was plunged into darkness.

I feared that this marked the end of my transformation...

For only a moment.

EMERGENCY OUTPUT: ACTIVATED

Red backup lights flickered on, casting a hellish luminescence across the room. 

Long shadows spread out as the secondary generators kicked in. 

But instead of stopping the process, they did the opposite. 

bweeeEEEEEEEM...

Since I foresaw this coming in my plans, I had redirected the all auxiliary power from the entire building straight into the chamber, feeding the G-radiation beyond safe levels!

And it kept pouring into me.

I could almost feel my eyes roll back...

"Yesss—haaah—yes—!"

I gasped, shuddering as my body drank it all in. 

The pleasure, the raw expansion, didn’t stop. 

If anything, it intensified. 

My dark curled hair lengthened, tumbling past my shoulders, growing thick and voluminous, cascading in wild waves as my form continued to surge outward. 

Every muscle in my body swelled, defined yet powerful, my breasts grew larger, rounder, heavier, undeniable.

I had outgrown the room, but I forced myself to fit inside to maximize my absorption.

My head was threatening to bring the ceiling down as cracks radiated around the point of contact.

The walls of the chamber creaked against my burgeoning mass.

I was about to be lost in ecstasy until-

BAM!

“FREEZE!”

The security team arrived just as I reached my next breaking point. 

The heavy metal doors burst open, a half-dozen men flooding into the room, their submachine guns raised—only to freeze at the sight before them.

"W-What the hell—?!"

Some of them knew me. 

I saw the recognition in their faces, the disbelief in their eyes. 

They had walked past me for years, never paying attention to the meek, forgettable scientist.

Now, their weapons trembled in their hands as they stared up at the godlike being that I had become.

"Turner? Dr. Turner?! What have you done?!"

Witnesses? Good.

“Hahaha~” 

I laughed. A deep, triumphant, dominant laugh. 

The sound vibrated through my own chest, and the power behind it sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

"What have I done?" 

I purred, flexing my fingers, admiring how my hands dwarfed their entire bodies now. 

"I've finally broken the limits of human biology. Disproven every proven law of reality that forced me to conform."

"This is insane! You have to stop! The whole facility will—"

"Stop...? Haah~" 

I interrupted, my breath heavy, my moans barely restrained as I felt another surge coming. 

I could see my breath turn to a sensual puff of steam ahead of me.

"Oh, you tiny, tiny fools... Mmm, I'm only getting started!"

“... God damn it, take her down! Weapons live, boys, or she’ll bring this whole place down on us!”

Click, click, click. 

They pointed the barrels of their loaded guns at my face which was already the size of a billboard compared to them.

“Hmm?”

It was time for a field test.

They opened fire.

POW POW POW BANG CRACK!

Gunfire rang out, muzzle flashes of full automatic fire illuminating their terrified faces. 

But the moment their 9mm bullets hit me—nothing. 

Just as I hypothesised. Excellent.

A dull tickle, a fleeting sensation of impact that never even broke the surface of my skin. 

Cling clang cling clang cling…

Bullets either ricocheted away from my indestructible flesh, or dropped with a worthless clink to the floor.

Even the ones that hit my eyes didn't have enough firepower to penetrate them!

The only damage that their volley did was to tear the rest of the failing fabric off my magnificent body.

I felt invincible.

And they stared in horror as their guns clicked with empty magazines.

I grinned in response.

"That… mmh… that was cute.” 

I mused, between panting breaths my priorities focused only on growing even bigger.

“...You thought that was enough to stop me?"

My focus was actually turned upward. Ignoring their presence. 

The ceiling—too low now, my back pressing against it, my shoulders already wedged between reinforced beams. 

It resisted me.

That only made me want it more.

And as if responding to my will. The G-radiation chamber continued to bombard me with energy.

"More. I NEED… MORE!!!"

I planted my hands against the unyielding ceiling, my fingers digging into the metal and concrete, my body still swelling as the radiation continued to fuel me. 

The ceiling groaned, but it held—for now.

I refuse to be caged!

This world will hold me down... NO LONGER!

I bent my knees, crouching slightly, my powerful thighs readying for a powerful push on my command. 

The walls of the chamber buckled around me, the floor beneath me cracking from the sheer pressure of my mass. And then—

I stood.

And I pushed.

The ceiling resisted for another second.

I tensed all my newfound muscles and pushed again…

"GRR... GRAAAAGH!!!"

The metal beams screamed in protest before giving way with a deafening CRASH.

Heavy pieces of steel and concrete debris rained upon me, bouncing harmlessly off my immense frame.

“Run for it! She’s gonna crush us all!” 

The guards below me evacuated like rats scurrying away from a cat.

“That’s right, run! Warn the others! Helena… is…”

My hands balled into fists and punched the ceiling to bring it down.

“... COMING THROUGH!”

I exploded through the floor above.

Concrete shattered, rebar twisted like paper as I rose, unstoppable, inevitable.

Floor after floor collapsed around me, my sheer mass smashing through walls, my expanding frame bulldozing through anything in my path. 

My naked breasts pressed through crumbling offices, overwhelming every cubicle in their way. 

I felt my nipples harden in the cold air from the air conditioned rooms. 

My back tore through once-reinforced security shutters. 

My bare feet and legs, thick and powerful, burst through the floor and forced the foundations beneath the radiation chamber apart as I rose.

“HA HA HA HA HA!”

I laughed again, head thrown back as I felt the sheer insignificance of the facility around me.

This laboratory, this entire prison of a world, this reality… it had tried to contain me.

Tried.

Now, all of those will be nothing more than dust beneath my feet. 

Starting with this lab, which will become the egg to which the new me will hatch from.