Special Delivery

Tags: mc, mf, md, gr

Synopsis: A bike courier is dosed with growth hormones

Note: "My Erotic Fiction", which means you cannot repost it without permission, it may be illegal or immoral for you to read, and none of it is real.

Note 2: This is a reworking and expansion of a bit I wrote in 2005 inspired by some photos of sexy delivery girls that were floating around the MC forum. The original bit was written on the spot on the forum, then pretty much forgotten... until now.

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Special Delivery

By Paladin

Being a courier was the best! Jill loved feeling of her bike, the sheer rush of speed, the challenge of threading her way through the ever-shifting traffic... she even loved the occasional confrontation with the idiots in the rolling tin pollution boxes. Now, if she could just get this stuff to the labs on time and back to the office she could probably get another delivery before the day was over.

Oh god! She saw the door open a split second before she piled into it, no time to turn away.

She woke up laying on her back surrounded by on-lookers. Once she was sure she was relatively unharmed, she struggled to her feet, aided by a couple helpful bystanders. She recovered her bike and bag and brushed herself off. Wincing, she discovered that she had cut herself and was all wet on one side. Oh god, oh god... She was almost giddy with relief to discover it was just her crushed water bottle- it soaked her side and the bag. Luckily, most of the stuff was packed in plastic or Tyvek envelopes.

She hopped on her bike to finish the delivery, then limped back to the office and on towards home. She stripped down and ran a warm tub. She checked herself out in front of her big mirror to assess the damages.

Oh god. The cut itself was small enough, high on her side, about where her elbow hit. It looked deep, though, and was surrounded by a horrible bruise. Everything else looked pretty much OK. Her slender 5′5″ body with so little padding generally bruised easily, and most days left some souvenirs behind.

She checked her head, running her fingers through her rather dry and kinky orangish hair. She examined her long face with its slightly too prominent nose and slight acne scarring. She saw a new bump over one of her 'almost green' eyes. She recalled, as always, one boyfriend's faux-joking comment that they were 'olive drab'. Cute, not.

Hmmm, a bit of scraping on one shoulder, some tenderness on her left breast. 'Good thing they aren't larger' she thought with a sour grapes attitude. She hated that she barely filled out her A cup sports bra, but she figured that with all her riding, she'd have bruised them purple by now if there had been anything there to bruise.

Scrapped but slender hips, a big tender spot on one butt cheek (she often wished she had a little more padding there), and some more scrapes on her knobby knees. She slipped into her hot bath and sighed, wincing occasionally as the soap touched her sores.

Drying off, a little first-aid, a light dinner, some TV, and early to bed. Jill so dearly 'loved' her exciting social life. Only 20 and living like an old maid. At least she had her bike and job.

The next morning, she was stiff and sore, and felt... off, like she was coming down with something. Her day got even worse when she was chewed out at the office.

"The client is furious" her boss, Jack, screamed. "A bottle of some valuable stuff was delivered broken and you didn't even stick around to process a damage claim. They say the stuff is worth millions, and it was ruined. I've got to fill out reams of paperwork over this"

Jill was alternating between being ticked off (she was knocked flat but still finished the run and THIS was the thanks she got?) and being a bit afraid ('Did I get any on me? What the hell was this stuff? They were not supposed to handle dangerous stuff!')

She brought that last bit up with her boss, and he began to waffle. Turns out that he took the job partially as a favor, and partially for a big bonus fee. Both parties knew they were taking a risk, and the lab had no plans on suing, but... When she pressed him for what the stuff was, he called it some sort of growth hormone or steroid or something. Jill was relieved it wasn't some sort of poison.

Jill told him what she knew and that nothing got on her, and picked up her first run for the day.

Her ride started rough. Even with Tylenol, green tea, and her warm riding gear, she was cold and in pain. Her legs and hips hurt. Her back was killing her. Her first delivery included several flights of stairs. 'Figures' she thought grumpily as she limped up the steps.

As morning wore on, however, things got better. The chill left her bones, the aches and pains lightened up, and she caught her second wind. The rest of the day breezed by.

"Oh, god. I've got to get some new gear" she told herself as she checked out her reflection before taking her bath. She rubbed at the red lines her clothes left on her. She liked them tight, but not this tight. She also noticed her feet felt like they were released from a prison as she slipped her shoes off. She was glad to notice her bruises seemed to be healing up nicely. Even the cut looked a lot less nasty today. 'Must not have been as bad as I thought' she mused to herself.

Other than being hungrier than usual and drinking nearly a half-gallon of milk, her night was the same ol', same ol'.

The next morning she was up and cheerful with the first buzz of her alarm. She was pleased to feel so awake since it normally took her a couple swats at the snooze button before she was ready to face the day. She treated herself to a bigger breakfast than usual with lots of cold OJ.

She did wince a bit as she tugged on her usual Lycra biking shorts and sports bra. She reminded herself to get some quick shopping done after work. Everything was just so dang snug this morning! Even her most comfortable undies were riding up on her a bit.

She felt glorious riding into work. The sensations of speed and wind even made her nipples a bit crinkly. Of course, she was irritated that the seating adjustments were out of whack a bit. 'First my clothes, now my bike.' She mused. 'What else can get weird today?' she thought as she adjusted the seat and handlebars.

The universe answered her as she rode into heavier traffic. Her balance was off just enough that her hot-dogging antics and split-second timing were screwed up. She missed a bad spill by a hair's breadth by yanking on her bike with more strength than she had ever displayed before. She pulled over and thanked the gods for the adrenalin rush she assumed gave her the ability to recover. On the plus side, she -did- note that she wasn't feeling particularly winded yet.

She grabbed some tools in the office and adjusted her seat and handlebars again, surprised to see she had to move them over an inch to get comfortable. Oddly, everything in the shop seemed just a tad closer or farther away than usual- sort of the sensation you usually get with new glasses. She decided to get her contacts checked and shrugged it off.

After work, she stopped at the local sporting goods store for some new riding clothes. She adamantly refused to dwell on the implications of doing most of her clothing shopping in these types of stores. Jill picked up a couple new pairs of tight biking shorts and sports tops. She was in the shoe department when she noticed that she had to select an entire size larger to fit.

Now she was weirded out. There is no way in hell her feet should have grown a size. She plopped into one of the chairs in the shoe aisle. 'Oh come on' she railed at herself. 'There has to be a logical answer to all this'. Her clothes were tight- she was either retaining water (even though it wasn't really that time of the month) or the old stuff was shrinking... all at the same time and at the same rate. The odd sensation of things being easier to reach upwards and further away downwards was because her glasses needed checking... wasn't it? Her balance on the bike, the burst of strength, the better endurance... all logical and normal, right? Right?? Wrong.

She left her purchases on the chair and fled the store. She hopped on her beloved bike and steadfastly refused to notice that the sensations felt different. She got home, took a fast hot shower, drank a protein shake for supper, and went to bed desperately trying to not think about anything changing or about any growth hormones and such.

The next morning she got out of bed, took a quick self-assessment, and promptly threw up. She called into work with a weak and shaky voice and got the rest of the week off. She staggered back to her mirror and stared. The first thing she dwelt on was that the top of her reflection was a bit above the top of her mirror when it was supposed to miss by about 2-3 inches. If she was 5′5″ before, she figured she was about 5′8″ or so now.

Hair... has grown out at least six inches, mostly overnight. It went from dry and frazzled to soft and thick, lying in sensual waves. Had it really gone from an off-orangish to strawberry blond? Her face- her comfortable old freckled, acne-scarred face was clear, smooth, and lay over what looked like actual cheekbones. Her nose had shrunk, and her eyes were... were... were an unbelievable green. Her lips were even plumper- she could not wait to kiss someone with them!

Her body had changed just as incredibly. Arms and legs filled out to nicely rounded and toned limbs. Tight tummy, globular bottom cheeks, and breasts! Real, live, jiggly breasts! She was a 32A-24-30 before, and figured she was now about a 34C-22-34. Not sex goddess material, but certainly 'pretty girl next door' quality.

She was so entranced by the changes that it took her a few minutes to register that there was virtually no hair below her face, just smooth skin. Her usual kinky bush was now just a soft patch like she might have had at 15 if she had hair that downy. It took her a few more minutes to discover that her clitty was bigger as well. It was a pea-sized ball that she discovered tended to magnify the sensations of her walking, wearing underwear, and so on.

When she slipped on a pair of far-too-tight panties, they rubbed on the little nub and sent shivers through her new frame, triggering her nipples to crinkle up in playful sympathy. Jill had not felt such electricity in a while, and decided the hell with it- she had the day off! She fell back in bed and made luxurious love with herself. She instantly found that her skin was more sensitive than before, and that her sweet little pussy was a silky heaven for her exploring fingers.

A couple hours later, she lay in bed, her mind slightly blown by the orgasms she experienced. Dear lord, she thought to herself, if my own fingers made me feel like that, what would a nice thick cock do to me?

The thought seemed to have opened some floodgates in her mind. The rest of the day was spent wondering about sex- who could she call? Where could she find a fun guy? How does one arrange a one-night stand? Should she lay in a supply of condoms? She prepared lunch for herself, then kicked herself for not having gone out to eat because then she might have found some guy... and lapsed into a pleasant fantasy of nameless sex.

All at once she realized it was nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, and she had so much to do! She took a long, erotic bath and toweled herself off, tingling as the nubby towel touched her all over. She took her own measurements and found her guesses pretty accurate. Dressing herself in some sloppy sweats, she went back to the mall- but this time stayed away from the sporting goods store.

Stores she had never really paid attention to drew her- exciting clothing, sexy lingerie, fun-looking shoes... her pussy was a-quiver as she window shopped some of the teen-oriented shops she had always strode past with an attitude of slight derision before. She began to picture herself in high heels and tank tops... a shiver ran down her neck as she entered the store and began to assemble an outfit to change into.

The Jill that left the mall several hours later was a far different person than the shy, quiet girl that delivered the mysterious chemicals just a couple days earlier. This Jill had several large bags from trendy stores, her hair done in a bouncy style and featured sparkling earrings dangling from each ear. Her face had been made up and looked angelically sexy, highlighted in lightly tinted shades. Her clothes were colorful, sexy. and caught the eye of every guy she passed, leaving a wake of light perfume that further captivated onlookers. Her height was augmented with short heels that clicked merrily as she waggled her bubbly butt down the mall towards the bike rack.

As she approached the exit, a young man accosted her. "Need some help with those bags?" He asked.

She looked him over and approved. He was about her age and looked good. About six foot tall, medium build with a hint of muscle, dressed nicely in upper-end clothes. He had good hair and a smile that tugged at her heart... and lower down. "Sure" She replied, handing him the two larger bags. "My bike is just outside."

"Bike?" He smiled. "How are you going to carry all of this on a bike? For that matter, isn't your outfit a bit wrong for bike riding?"

She stopped cold. She had not thought of that, but there was no way she was going to be able to ride in this outfit. What the hell was she thinking? Well, she blushed, she KNEW what she had been thinking about, but she certainly had not really thought this through!

"Tell you what, my car is just around the corner. I have a bike rack on the roof and I would be happy to give you a lift home. If you rode here, you probably are not too far out of my way."

Jill waffled. On the one hand, he as a guy, a very good looking guy... a very good looking guy that she would bet had a nice big cock... a nice hard cock... She shook her head. He was a stranger. There was no way this was a good idea. Umm, but she was so warm and juicy. She felt herself spurt just a little more at the thought.

"OK!" She said perkily, turning in the direction he indicated with an extra wiggle in her walk. As they walked, they talked and she learned that his name was Tom, that he lived in some nice apartments about five miles past her place, and that he was a very junior partner at a local ad agency.

Junior partner or not, she was pleased to see a newer compact SUV that he effortlessly hoisted her bike onto (her nipples tightened at the display), and had nice leather seats that felt wonderful on her silk and cotton-encased bottom. On the drive, they discussed books, music, food, and the other 'safe' topics and she felt more and more comfortable around him. The ride to her house was far too short and she was reluctant to leave. Just as she was starting to open the door, he asked if she might be interested in getting a bite to eat, considering the hour. She gladly accepted and they were off.

Dinner led to dessert, then to a nearby club for a nightcap, then back to her place, where he carried her bike up for her like a true gentleman. At the door, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and invited him in for coffee.

As she had never drank coffee, she really could not fulfill this offer, so made him a counter-offer that he enthusiastically accepted. Her sensual side raged once more and soon he was devoid of clothing and lying back on her couch. His cock was everything she had hoped for and not only looked perfect, it tasted wonderful! He had excellent control and it took her some time to persuade him to come. When he did, the effort was worth it!

As she serviced him, he had been kissing, touching, sucking, caressing, and stroking her all over, and she was primed for an explosion. She left his cock and positioned herself to straddle him. She was so wet that she slid most of the way down him in the first stroke and she revelled in every exquisite inch! She came in the first couple strokes, and then settled in for a real workout.

She started off on top, then rolled and pulled him off the couch on top of her. She discovered an incredible flexibility as she brought her heels to her ears and egged him on to plunge harder and deeper! She rolled over and got up on her knees and had it doggy style, yelling and begging him to fuck her, to use her, to come deep inside her.

Tom was amazed at this wild woman. It was like she was a nympho that had never seen a cock before, but he was determined to try to wear her out. After using nearly every piece of furniture in the room without ever quite making it to the bed, they fell asleep in each other's arms on the couch.

In the morning, Tom's watch alarm sounded, waking him with a yelp! He gave her a huge kiss and begged her forgiveness but he had to run. They traded cell numbers, and he left in a rush. Jill took a huge stretch and nearly purred with contentment. She strolled over to her bathroom and did her morning toileting, then stood and gazed in the mirror.

-eep-

Dear God! She had changed again! Maybe another inch taller, her hair was longer and streaked with color. Her face was somehow reshaped? Redefined? She looked more like a model now than the girl next door. Her eyes were bigger, lashes longer, lips sexier. Her skin was a wonderful creamy tone and as soft as down.

Her body was approaching lush! Her hips were wider and her buttocks were perky and perfect! Her belly button was even cute! Her tits were bigger, but firmer as well, standing proudly with nice sized nipples that pointed up like eager little troopers.

She broke out the tape measure to find herself 5′9″ tall, 35D-21-35. God she was gorgeous. She played with her bouncy boobs and stroked her trim tummy, and slipped her hand downwards to discover that her clit was poking out waiting for her.

It was another long morning, and she did not get around to her bath until nearly noon.

* * *

The two men in the small lab in the big building were nervous. They looked to barely qualified as 'men', more like high school science nerds, but they certainly qualified as nervous.

"How can we tell the boss about this" The first, Marvin, whined.

"What part of it? The fact that we changed the growth serum to a bimbo-making formula without telling anyone? The fact that the bottle was broken and soaked through the entire delivery? The fact that the building receptionist got some on her and is now a boob-alicious, over-sexed fucking machine? Or maybe you are referring to the fact that she is blowing you while letting me butt-fuck her under the table? Jeez- maybe you mean the minor detail that she is our boss's niece and he'll certainly kill us if he sees any of those pictures you took." Jefferson puffed.

"Hey, you are the one who posted them on the web!"

"OK, but I still say nobody will recognize her with her big boobs and red hair as long as we kept that birthmark off camera."

"We're dead, we're dead, we're deEEEEAAAAAAd d d d. Oh, god! Oh man, she's good!" Marvin wheezed as he came again.

"As long as she is the only one changed by the formula, we might be able to contain it. Just remember that the stuff was designed to be passed on in her cunt juices- we've got to keep any other girls from licking her pussy, and we've got to be careful to wash before we have sex with anyone else."

Marvin chuckled. "Yeah, like THAT's a problem for us!"

"Thank God the formula only affects women." Jefferson sighed. Then he got a worried look on his face. "Marvin, was your cock always that big?"

Marvin was thinking the same thing looking at Jefferson's unit. "Maybe it was not a good idea to program the nanos to try to spread themselves" He suggested.

* * *

In another part of the city, Tom was amazed to see that his body was buffer, more toned, and that his cock was almost twice the size it had been when he was having sex with... what was her name again? It did not matter. He felt great and looked forward to a day at the office. So many women, and just one of me, he smirked to himself.