Megabuff: Nude Superwoman - Chap. 1, Part 1

MegaBuff: Nude Superwoman

Her busom swelled with anger. A small bead of sweat formed on her right temple, ran down the side of her cheek, into
the hollow of her neck, down over her proud collar bone and into her deep, heaving cleavage. She slammed her fist onto
the table, three times in rapid succession, and nearly buckled its legs as small shudders rippled through her own body.
There were still slight tremors passing over her bountiful, perspiring breasts as she stood up straight, still steaming.

Dr. Sheila Grant had reached her boiling point. She and her two assistants (Researchers Henry Lee and Sharon Quitts)
had worked on the Optimizer Chamber for five years now, giving up any semblance to a normal life, just for the possibility
that their hopes would someday come to fruition. And now, the latest e-mail from the "higher-ups" had just let her know
that the funding for the project was cut so low, they couldn't afford any additional staff. That not only meant that only the
three of them could work on the Optimizer, but it also meant they couldn't pay for any test subjects. They couldn't even
afford animal subjects now, much less human ones. Basically, someone at the top was slowly killing this project without
"formally" doing it, even though the company's late founder had promised her the resources himself. The big-wigs were
starving it of funds until the three researchers just gave up, and then the promised resources and laboratories could be
turned towards some CEO's new pet project.

...But Sheila wasn't having it. She almost broke her laptop when she slammed it closed on the laboratory work bench.
Even at 49, she was stilll stronger than most women, and many men; it was only her short cropped white locks that gave
her age away. She had a daily regimen that kept her looking and feeling decades younger than she actually was. She
often complained that her lab coats and apparel were all made for stick-figured people; the assumption being made that
all scientists were scrawny weaklings. But not Sheila...at a full 5 feet and 10 inches tall, with a 45 inch bust line, when
she got angry, she sometimes, literally, BURST through the buttons of her lab coat. Fortunately, her blouses were made
of sturdier material, or the lenses on Henry's copper-rimmed spectacles would have to be repeatedly wiped down. Even
now, she heaved her broad chest in frustration at the situation the corporates' had put her and her team in. She turned to
her two loyal assistants and declared, in an exasperated voice, "That's all. We're it."

"What do you mean, "we're it"?", pleaded Sharon, who was a good 20 years younger than Sheila, but just as dedicated to
the project they spent so much time working on. She had to control herself from pulling out tufts of her shoulder-length,
mousy brown hair when she first heard the news. "They can't DO this! Not when we're so CLOSE!" She slammed both of
her fists into the lab table in front of her, rolling her pen onto the floor. Eventually, she simply lowered her face into her palms.

The Optimizer Chamber was going to be their ticket. It was Sheila's idea, of course, but Sharon and Henry had come on
soon after she began its development. It was a device which would "optimize" the human form, meaning it would push every
fiber of the human body and mind to its upper limits. This did not just mean musculature, but also skin cells, ligaments,
bone density and brain synapses. It enhanced every single part of a person's physical structure, individually, atom by atom.
Because it altered all of the human form uniformly and at once, and not just a part, here or there, the Optimizer Chamber
had shown no cancerous effects on the lab mice they had tested it on. On the other hand, what it did do was produce an
even greater effect than the researchers had expected. Those tiny white mice that Henry placed in the device came out as
something entirely different. Not truly mutated, not with longer teeth and claws and rabid dispositions towards human flesh,
but bigger, stronger, faster, healthier and with a new cunning that caused the "Great Rodent Chase of 07" throughout the
entire research facility. Sheila had a hard time explaining things to all the other scientists and staff throughout the building,
but the results she had recorded that day were well worth the mild embarrassment.

That day was undeniable proof of what the three of them had accomplished, and all of their work was now being destroyed
before they could take it to the next level, and experiment on more complicated species of animals. Sheila had invested
every dollar she had into this project, and Sharon and Henry had just about emptied their own savings. There was just no
were else to go. Still, she couldn't let it all end this way. She had to do something...maybe even something...drastic...

"That's it. take the rest of the day off.", Sheila abruptly told her partners. Shocked, Henry began to protest, "What?..but
we can still...still...", his words trailing off into a wisp of exasperation. "NO.", Sheila intoned, in a voice that told Henry and
Sharon that she had made a decision, and they both knew that Sheila's decisions might as well have come down from a
mountain and been engraved on stone tablets. "Okay," Sharon reluctantly said while taking Henry by the arm, "we'll give
you some time alone to think about things. We know we'll find a way, Sheila. We have to." Sheila watched as her two
coworkers, and best friends for the past three years, walked out of the lab and into the lobby, with their heads lowered.

Sheila knew she didn't have much time. As soon as the other two researchers passed through the swinging lab doors, she
locked up behind them. She then turned and walked towards the Optimizer Chamber, while shedding her lab coat...and
then her shoes....and then her skirt. By the time she reached the chamber, she was almost solely in her lingerie. She knew
that if this was actually going to work, her garments wouldn't last through the transformation. She took one last look in the
ceiling length labroom mirror before making the "final leap". She had worked hard to sculpt her body and mind into what they
were now, to be the woman she had always wanted to be. It was part of what inspired her to make the Optimizer Chamber,
to give that chance to everyone, no matter what shape or state of health they were already in. Now that she gazed upon her
smooth but firm, round buttocks and muscular thighs, on up to her narrow waist and flat abdominals that she exercised
religiously to maintain, and even further upwards to her toned arms, muscular yet smooth shoulders and near gravity-defying
chest, she wondered...what would she become?

Maybe she would emerge from the chamber twenty...no, thirty years younger! The color will have returned to her hair, and
her skin would be as soft as a newborn babe's. She could present her invention to the world with herself as part of the display.
She would be the ultimate testament to what any sharp mind could accomplish when set in motion and driven with a purpose.
She would be the woman who did not follow nature, but conquered it instead.

Orrrrr...she could end up a mutated monster. A hideous ABOMINATION with one eye, four arms and three breasts...Hmm...
actually, now that she thought about it, one eye would be tough, but the four arms and three breasts could come in handy...
Sheila was always a bit freaky.

Regardless, she had made her up her mind. This was her life's dream...the culmination of years of study and determination.
If she and her project were going down, they were both going down swinging.

She stripped herself of the last of her undergarments and took one final look at the outside of The Optimizer Chamber.
Standing at over 8 feet tall, and more than 5 feet in width, made of polished titanium and looking almost like a hexagonal
phone booth, Sharon had always remarked at how the chamber reminded her of Doctor Who's transporting booth. It semed
fitting now, as this device was surely going to take Dr. Sheila Grant to entirely new and mysterious places. Now completely
naked, Sheila took one last, deep breath in the body she had known and grown her entire life, and braced herself for the
infinite possibilities ahead.

Sheila pressed the activation button on the desk mounted control panel and stepped swiftly into the chamber, right before
the folding doors closed. She fought back the desire to close her eyes, as she wanted to see and feel every single, solitary
change in her body. She heard the machine begin to hum in its familiar low drone, and thought momentarily about offering
up a prayer, but decided against it after realizing the completely unnatural nature of her experiment. No, her fate did not lie
in luck or mysticism; whatever happened to her now was a result of either her own genius...or her own foolishness.

At first, she wondered if the machine had malfunctioned as she didn't seem to feel any difference at all. Then, almost subtly,
her body temperature began to slowly rise. Perspiration formed in places she didn't even know she could sweat in. Her heart
began to beat with a faster rhythm and she could not help but take faster, more shallow breaths. That's when she began to
see it. It was so subtle she hadn't noticed at first, but the inside of The Optimizer Chamber felt far too cramped; much too
close. She was about to dismiss it as a trick of the mind, a sideeffect of The Optimizer affecting her cerebral cortex, but on
second review she realized it was not an illusion, and the chamber wasn't getting smaller: she was getting bigger.

Then, without warning, an EXPLOSION rocked her body. It felt like lightning shooting through her veins. She had to brace
herself with the sides of the chamber to keep from falling. For an instant, her senses overlapped each other; she could see
sounds and smell visions. Her muscles all seemed to stretch simulateously, and then rebind, as if her body was rebuilding
itself all at once. Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled as deeply as she could to try to calm her pounding heart. That's when
she noticed the walls of the Optimizer giving way. Not from the machine overloading, but from her hands, now twice as large
as they were before, actually tearing into the metal of the chamber itself. It was so soft to her; almost like warm chocolate
between her fingers. Then she felt a slight resistance against the top of her head, only to look up and realize that she had
grown so large that she had actually put a divet in the top of the Optimizer Chamber itself. A horrible realization crossed
Sheila's mind: this new body wasn't just more than Sheila expected, but more than the Optimizer could handle. If she didn't
get out soon, her invention would be ruined.

As if in answer to her own worried thoughts, the Optimizer Chamber finally began to slow down its low, humming drone. The
entire ordeal seemed to take an eternity to Sheila, but, in actuality, took less than a minute's time. Sheila lurched forward
and nearly collapsed against the inside of the chamber doors. She impatiently pulled them open rather than spend one more
moment in her own overheated contraption. She had to get out and breathe fresh air...well, laboratory fresh air.

Sheila stood up, shakily at first, right outside of the now cooling down Optimizer Chamber.There was a small puddle around
her feet as she was dripping with sweat from head to toe. She calmed herself down, utilizing the breathing techniques she
learned from her meditation sessions. She closed her eyelids and inhaled what seemed like all of the oxygen in the entire
room. Then, with a jolt, she opened her eyes, instinctively grabbed her busom and thought to herself, "Good! Only two
breasts. WHEW!"

That's when she finally turned to look into the long labroom mirror...and stood in SHOCKED SILENCE, staring at what she saw.

She...was...incredible! There was no other way to describe the vision that looked back at her in the mirror. Her skin was perfect;
every scar, blemish and stretchmark had disappeared. It glowed with such and incredible, healthy sheen in the laboratory lights,
that she seemed to be naturally bronzed. She even pinched her side as hard as she could and as soon as she released it, the
skin retracted back into it's flawless form.

Her musculature was nothing short of PHENOMENAL. She now stood well over 7...no...8 feet tall, with proportions only the gods
had seen before. Her shoulders were nearly as wide as a man is tall, and her arms were like barrels when curled into biceps. She
pumped them repeatedly just to see them swell and then flatten again. She still had the same slender hands she was used to, only
now they were about three times their normal size. Sheila turned to the side to view her vast and seamingly endless column of back
muscles, which rippled from her neck down to the small of her spine when she tensed them, and evened out into waves of thick,
firm, supple flesh when she eased them again. Back in front, her ridged, defined abdominals offset a beautifully tapered waist that
flowed into curvy, sumptuous hips...hips that then led to two tremendous butt cheeks so large and perfectly round that globe
circumnavigators could use them to calibrate their instruments. She playfully bounced them, one after the other, over and over
again, and felt the floor shake beneath her heels. Not only was her body extraordinary, but so was her control over it. She could
isolate and manipulate any single muscle as if it were a creature all to itself, ready and willing to obey her every command. When
she flexed them, she had calves like bowling balls, two per trunk-like leg. Yet, when she relaxed, her gorgeous gams were smooth
to the touch, with deep, soft, satiny skin covering every inch of their perfectly toned glory. This, however, did not mask the fact that
each of her legs was now almost as long as a full-grown person is in height, and even weighed more than the average athlete's
entire body...fully clothed...with ankle weights...and a barbell in each hand. She was a mountain of pure, smooth, silky muscle
and never had the Rockies looked so good.

However, nothing on her body...or anywhere else on Earth...could compare to her staggering, mind-blowing...astounding, confounding...
earth-shaking, ground-quaking...mouthwatering, near-endless, Holy-Be-JEEZUS-I-think-I-just-pulled-something, Mother of All BREASTS!
So immense was her busom that Sheila feared she'd never look down and see her toes again. Her plentiful pectorals were planets unto
themselves, and they seemingly had their own gravitational force that pulled the viewers eyes straight towards them and refused to
let go. Even her nipples were spellbinding, appearing almost as twin diamond-hard spigots attached to the two most abundant fountains
ever created.  She was so captivated by them that it actually took over two minutes for Sheila to wrench her eyes away and even notice
the surprise that awaited her, just above her forehead...

...Her hair...her hair...it was BLONDE! Not only had the Optimizer given her body a healthy, golden sheen, but it evidently had
done the same thing to her tresses. Sheila laughed as she wipped her head from side to side and watched her locks swish and
bounce with health and body they hadn't had in ages. That was the final piece. From her head to her toes, and everything in between,
she was emacculate, a complete Powerhouse Of Perfection.

Sheila beemed a flawless smile as she realized that this is exactly what The Optimizer Chamber was made for, and had
finally shown it could do. This is what a woman's body could achieve in 50 years WITHOUT the withering inevitability of
aging, WITHOUT the sagging of skin and deadening of nerves, WITHOUT the poisoning of pollution and impurity, WITHOUT
the onset of osteoperosis, arthritis, cancer, menopause, and every other ailment that had seemed inescapable to all of
humanity until THIS MOMENT. Sheila Grant had, in effect, been OPTIMIZED.

She finally turned to look back at The Optimizer itself, only to realize that it had clearly been damaged in her transformation.
The roof of the chamber had been bent while trying to accomodate her new size and the control panel told that the circuitry
had been scrambled by the resulting leak of energy that came from the device literally bursting at the seams while morphing
Sheila's body. The Optimizer Chamber was more than ready for lab mice, but a full grown woman had proven a bit too much.
Still, Sheila's mind was now sharper than it had ever been and in seconds she assessed what all the problems were and
clearly visualized the multiple solutions that would adress each and every one of them. However, that could all come later.
Right now, it was time to introduce herself to the world.

Just then she heard multiple footsteps. She expected someone to come to the lab doors at any moment...and waited...and
waited. Only then did she realize that the footfalls she was hearing were actually coming from the floor below her. Someone
was running towards the elevator on the lower level and hurrying upward to the floor she was on, but her ears picked up their
sounds as if they were only twenty feet away. The thunderous commotion from the laboratory had clearly drawn attention
downstairs, and two people were coming to investigate. She could even hear their voices...it was Henry and Sharon!

This new, beautiful Giantess strode to the locked lab doors, effortlessly tore them with a screech off of their hinges and
stepped into the hallway in naked defiance. A moment later, her two lab partners ran from the elevator and did not get three
paces before stopping dead in their tracks, as if they had both simultaneously smacked face-first into an invisible brick wall.

There, before them, stood the most AMAZING being that had ever walked on two feet...at least the most AMAZING the two
of them had ever seen. She stood over 8 feet tall, with a body that would make Greek Goddesses blush. Her entire beautiful,
golden form was wet with perspiration, which only managed to give her perfect skin a sheen that almost made her appear to
glow. Her bountiful breasts seemed to be suspended in mid-air, both bejeweled with pert nipples like diamonds. This was
not simply a woman...this was a WOMAN...as in "WHOA-MAN!!!"

Henry was the first to cautiously address this Golden Goddess that stood before them, "Sh-Sh-SHEILA?!", he said,"...Is
that...YOU?!"

To which the Magnificent Mammazon replied, "From here on, you can refer to me as...MEGABUFF." She then placed her
hands on her luxurious hips, struck a pose and coily asked, "How do like my new look?"