Diet and nutrition experiment
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
an188
The bulletin board at Havenridge College loomed like a treasure map of opportunities, but Sharon's eyes were glued to the green flyer for the diet and nutrition experiment. "$100 per session, plus a flatter stomach? This is it, girls," she declared, her voice buzzing with enthusiasm. She ripped the ad off the board with a flourish, her long nails flashing under the afternoon sun. "Think about it—high pay and it ties right into my fitness model dreams. I could get that sculpted look without slaving away at the gym forever."
Tammy crossed her thin arms, her long brown hair whipping as she shook her head. "Like, are you serious, Shar? That nanobotics one is *five hundred bucks* for one session! ¡Ay, Dios mío! We could blow that on a shopping spree. Who cares about a flat stomach when you can have cold hard cash?"
Lily nodded, her beautiful features twisting into a skeptical smirk, her wit ready to strike. "Exactly. The diet thing sounds like a scam—probably just some boring survey about kale smoothies. Nanobotics? That's sci-fi cool, and the payout? We'd be rolling in it. Plus, no offense, but your stomach's already flat. Why fix what ain't broke?"
Even Megan, ever the loyal shadow, chimed in hesitantly, her thick glasses slipping down her nose as she flexed her six-pack subconsciously. "Yeah, Sharon... the money from the nano one could buy new gym gear. And it's 'cutting-edge'—sounds way more exciting than diets."
Sharon's blue eyes narrowed, her dominant personality kicking into overdrive. She stepped forward, towering over the group with her athletic grace, hands on her hips. "Oh, come on. You guys are thinking short-term. Yeah, the nano pay is higher upfront, but this? This is an investment in me becoming a fitness influencer goddess. I don't expect it to turn me into a ripped bikini model overnight—I'm not delusional. But it's a start! Speed up my glow-up, get that extra edge. Imagine the content: 'My secret to abs of steel.' The likes, the followers, the brand deals. We'd all benefit from my rise to fame. Plus, $100 isn't chump change, and who knows what bonuses come later?"
The argument heated up under the palm trees, voices overlapping in a mix of sass and snark. Tammy threw in some heated Spanglish—"¡No mames! We could do both!"—while Lily quipped about "starving for science." Megan just nodded along, her secret crush making her side with Sharon eventually. But Sharon, the bossy queen bee, wouldn't budge. She waved the flyer like a royal decree. "Listen, we're doing this one. End of discussion. You can thank me when I'm famous and you're all in my entourage."
Grumbling but loyal, the girls relented. "Fine, whatever," Tammy sighed. "But if it's lame, you're buying us ice cream."
They followed the address on the flyer to a nondescript lab building on the edge of campus, a squat structure tucked behind ivy-covered walls. Inside, the air smelled of sterile chemicals and stale coffee. No sleek, high-tech setup—just cluttered benches, beakers, and a lone figure hunched over a microscope.
The guy looked up as they entered, his eyes widening behind thick-rimmed glasses. He was nerdy incarnate: messy brown hair, a rumpled lab coat over a graphic tee, skinny build, maybe 19 or 20. But there was a cuteness to him—boyish cheeks, shy smile—that softened the dork factor.
Tammy, ever the cheeky one, waved the torn flyer dramatically. "Hey, cutie! This the spot for the diet experiment? The one with the fat paycheck and flatter abs?"
The nerd—his name tag read "Ethan"—jumped, nearly knocking over a vial. His face flushed crimson as he stared at the four stunning girls invading his space. "Uh... y-you... you're here for the ad? I-I didn't expect... anyone, really. Especially, um, girls like... you." He stammered, adjusting his glasses, clearly flustered by the sudden estrogen overload.
He reached out a shaky hand for the flyer. Tammy handed it over with a wink. Ethan scanned it, mumbling, "Y-yes, this is the place. I'm running the study. Come in, I guess?"
The girls huddled, whispering furiously. "Ugh, expected some hot scientist in a tight coat," Sharon hissed. "This guy's a solid four—cute in a puppy way, but zero sex appeal."
Tammy giggled. "Like, total nerd alert. ¿Qué pasó con el mad scientist hunk?"
Lily added with her sharp humor, "He's probably still a virgin. Five out of ten, max—bonus points for the blush."
Megan just shrugged, glancing at Sharon adoringly.
Sharon shoved Tammy aside with a bossy nudge. "Move. Let me handle this." She turned to Ethan, her smug smile in place. "So, spill. What's this experiment about? Details, nerd boy."
Ethan cleared his throat, launching into full science mode. "Well, uh, I've developed a pharmacological compound—a pill—that accelerates metabolic processes and enhances myogenesis. The active ingredient is a proprietary blend of enzymes and catalysts that interact synergistically with lactose and casein proteins found in dairy products. It upregulates ATP production in muscle cells while inhibiting adipogenesis, essentially rerouting caloric intake toward hypertrophy rather than lipid storage."
The girls blinked, confusion etching their pretty faces. Sharon tilted her head. "English, please?"
Ethan tried simpler: "Okay, um, the pill boosts your metabolism so your body burns fat faster and builds muscle more efficiently. It works best with dairy because the proteins trigger the reaction, like a key in a lock."
Still too much. Tammy yawned. "Huh?"
In desperation, Ethan dumbed it down completely. "Basically... take the pill, eat all the dairy you want—milk, cheese, yogurt—and you won't gain weight. In fact, it might help you slim down and tone up a bit."
Sharon's eyes lit up like fireworks. "No weight gain from dairy? Sign me up! That's perfect for my fitness goals."
The others? Not so much. Tammy rolled her eyes. "Boring. I wanted explosions or something."
Lily smirked. "Pass. Sounds like a glorified diet pill."
Megan stayed quiet, eyeing Sharon.
But Sharon bulldozed ahead. "We're in. All of us."
Tammy interrupted. "Whoa, payment first, chico. Cash up front."
Ethan nodded eagerly, thrilled someone responded. "Right! Uh, it's a double-blind study. One of you gets the real pill, the others placebo—sugar pills. I'll measure and weigh you now, pay $100 each today. But if you come back end of next month for follow-up measurements, I pay another $200 each. Deal?"
The girls exchanged glances—more money? Sold. "Deal," Sharon said.
Ethan pulled out a scale and tape measure, blushing furiously as he recorded their stats one by one. Sharon: 5'7", 125 lbs, measurements that screamed perfection. Tammy: slim and fiery. Lily: graceful and precise. Megan: toned and athletic.
He handed each a small jar of white pills, labeled anonymously. As Sharon took hers, he leaned in and whispered, "Yours are the real ones. Don't tell—science, you know."
Sharon's narcissistic heart raced, but she kept it secret, her ego thrilled at being "chosen."
"Instructions: Take one pill daily. For the month, eat and drink only dairy products—no other food. Milk, cheese, ice cream, whatever. Track how you feel, but that's it."
They agreed, each popping a pill with a glass of milk he provided. Money in hand—crisp $100 bills—they sauntered out.
Outside, giggles erupted. "That nerd? Total dork," Tammy laughed. "Like, did you see him stutter? ¡Qué lindo, but no gracias!"
Lily quipped, "He probably hasn't talked to a girl since kindergarten."
Megan smiled. "At least the money's real."
They debated ditching the rules—"Who eats only dairy? Gross!"—but the promise of $200 more won out. "Fine, we'll do it for the cash," Sharon said.
They split up, heading home. Sharon detoured to a grocery store, grabbing a bottle of whole milk. On the walk, she couldn't resist—phone out, selfie time: her lips on the bottle, hair flipped, smug wink. Caption: Sipping my way to fitness model status with a little secret weapon 😏 Who's ready for the glow-up of the century? Me, that's who. Stay jealous, peasants. #FitnessJourney #SecretSauce #TooHotToHandle #DairyQueen #InfluencerInTraining
She posted, finishing the milk with a satisfied burp. Likes flooded in.
At home in the suburbs, Sharon raided the kitchen: another bottle of milk chugged straight from the fridge, followed by cheese sticks and yogurt.
Her little sister Sandra wandered in, wide-eyed. "Sharon? You're drinking whole milk? Mom says that's fattening."
Sharon smirked sassily. "Mind your business, squirt. This is big-sister stuff—magic elixir for perfection. Go play with your dolls."
Sandra huffed off. Sharon devoured more dairy—a block of cheddar, ice cream straight from the tub—before bed, her stomach full but her ambition fuller.
That night, as she slept, changes stirred. Fat subtly melted from her frame, muscles subtly swelled under her skin. Her breasts grew fuller, firmer. She became slightly more shapely, a touch more muscular, sexier, more beautiful—subtle shifts that hinted at something extraordinary.
Option 1: Sharon does grow during her sleep, but not significantly.
Option 2: She grows in a tremendous way that is hard to hide.
Tammy crossed her thin arms, her long brown hair whipping as she shook her head. "Like, are you serious, Shar? That nanobotics one is *five hundred bucks* for one session! ¡Ay, Dios mío! We could blow that on a shopping spree. Who cares about a flat stomach when you can have cold hard cash?"
Lily nodded, her beautiful features twisting into a skeptical smirk, her wit ready to strike. "Exactly. The diet thing sounds like a scam—probably just some boring survey about kale smoothies. Nanobotics? That's sci-fi cool, and the payout? We'd be rolling in it. Plus, no offense, but your stomach's already flat. Why fix what ain't broke?"
Even Megan, ever the loyal shadow, chimed in hesitantly, her thick glasses slipping down her nose as she flexed her six-pack subconsciously. "Yeah, Sharon... the money from the nano one could buy new gym gear. And it's 'cutting-edge'—sounds way more exciting than diets."
Sharon's blue eyes narrowed, her dominant personality kicking into overdrive. She stepped forward, towering over the group with her athletic grace, hands on her hips. "Oh, come on. You guys are thinking short-term. Yeah, the nano pay is higher upfront, but this? This is an investment in me becoming a fitness influencer goddess. I don't expect it to turn me into a ripped bikini model overnight—I'm not delusional. But it's a start! Speed up my glow-up, get that extra edge. Imagine the content: 'My secret to abs of steel.' The likes, the followers, the brand deals. We'd all benefit from my rise to fame. Plus, $100 isn't chump change, and who knows what bonuses come later?"
The argument heated up under the palm trees, voices overlapping in a mix of sass and snark. Tammy threw in some heated Spanglish—"¡No mames! We could do both!"—while Lily quipped about "starving for science." Megan just nodded along, her secret crush making her side with Sharon eventually. But Sharon, the bossy queen bee, wouldn't budge. She waved the flyer like a royal decree. "Listen, we're doing this one. End of discussion. You can thank me when I'm famous and you're all in my entourage."
Grumbling but loyal, the girls relented. "Fine, whatever," Tammy sighed. "But if it's lame, you're buying us ice cream."
They followed the address on the flyer to a nondescript lab building on the edge of campus, a squat structure tucked behind ivy-covered walls. Inside, the air smelled of sterile chemicals and stale coffee. No sleek, high-tech setup—just cluttered benches, beakers, and a lone figure hunched over a microscope.
The guy looked up as they entered, his eyes widening behind thick-rimmed glasses. He was nerdy incarnate: messy brown hair, a rumpled lab coat over a graphic tee, skinny build, maybe 19 or 20. But there was a cuteness to him—boyish cheeks, shy smile—that softened the dork factor.
Tammy, ever the cheeky one, waved the torn flyer dramatically. "Hey, cutie! This the spot for the diet experiment? The one with the fat paycheck and flatter abs?"
The nerd—his name tag read "Ethan"—jumped, nearly knocking over a vial. His face flushed crimson as he stared at the four stunning girls invading his space. "Uh... y-you... you're here for the ad? I-I didn't expect... anyone, really. Especially, um, girls like... you." He stammered, adjusting his glasses, clearly flustered by the sudden estrogen overload.
He reached out a shaky hand for the flyer. Tammy handed it over with a wink. Ethan scanned it, mumbling, "Y-yes, this is the place. I'm running the study. Come in, I guess?"
The girls huddled, whispering furiously. "Ugh, expected some hot scientist in a tight coat," Sharon hissed. "This guy's a solid four—cute in a puppy way, but zero sex appeal."
Tammy giggled. "Like, total nerd alert. ¿Qué pasó con el mad scientist hunk?"
Lily added with her sharp humor, "He's probably still a virgin. Five out of ten, max—bonus points for the blush."
Megan just shrugged, glancing at Sharon adoringly.
Sharon shoved Tammy aside with a bossy nudge. "Move. Let me handle this." She turned to Ethan, her smug smile in place. "So, spill. What's this experiment about? Details, nerd boy."
Ethan cleared his throat, launching into full science mode. "Well, uh, I've developed a pharmacological compound—a pill—that accelerates metabolic processes and enhances myogenesis. The active ingredient is a proprietary blend of enzymes and catalysts that interact synergistically with lactose and casein proteins found in dairy products. It upregulates ATP production in muscle cells while inhibiting adipogenesis, essentially rerouting caloric intake toward hypertrophy rather than lipid storage."
The girls blinked, confusion etching their pretty faces. Sharon tilted her head. "English, please?"
Ethan tried simpler: "Okay, um, the pill boosts your metabolism so your body burns fat faster and builds muscle more efficiently. It works best with dairy because the proteins trigger the reaction, like a key in a lock."
Still too much. Tammy yawned. "Huh?"
In desperation, Ethan dumbed it down completely. "Basically... take the pill, eat all the dairy you want—milk, cheese, yogurt—and you won't gain weight. In fact, it might help you slim down and tone up a bit."
Sharon's eyes lit up like fireworks. "No weight gain from dairy? Sign me up! That's perfect for my fitness goals."
The others? Not so much. Tammy rolled her eyes. "Boring. I wanted explosions or something."
Lily smirked. "Pass. Sounds like a glorified diet pill."
Megan stayed quiet, eyeing Sharon.
But Sharon bulldozed ahead. "We're in. All of us."
Tammy interrupted. "Whoa, payment first, chico. Cash up front."
Ethan nodded eagerly, thrilled someone responded. "Right! Uh, it's a double-blind study. One of you gets the real pill, the others placebo—sugar pills. I'll measure and weigh you now, pay $100 each today. But if you come back end of next month for follow-up measurements, I pay another $200 each. Deal?"
The girls exchanged glances—more money? Sold. "Deal," Sharon said.
Ethan pulled out a scale and tape measure, blushing furiously as he recorded their stats one by one. Sharon: 5'7", 125 lbs, measurements that screamed perfection. Tammy: slim and fiery. Lily: graceful and precise. Megan: toned and athletic.
He handed each a small jar of white pills, labeled anonymously. As Sharon took hers, he leaned in and whispered, "Yours are the real ones. Don't tell—science, you know."
Sharon's narcissistic heart raced, but she kept it secret, her ego thrilled at being "chosen."
"Instructions: Take one pill daily. For the month, eat and drink only dairy products—no other food. Milk, cheese, ice cream, whatever. Track how you feel, but that's it."
They agreed, each popping a pill with a glass of milk he provided. Money in hand—crisp $100 bills—they sauntered out.
Outside, giggles erupted. "That nerd? Total dork," Tammy laughed. "Like, did you see him stutter? ¡Qué lindo, but no gracias!"
Lily quipped, "He probably hasn't talked to a girl since kindergarten."
Megan smiled. "At least the money's real."
They debated ditching the rules—"Who eats only dairy? Gross!"—but the promise of $200 more won out. "Fine, we'll do it for the cash," Sharon said.
They split up, heading home. Sharon detoured to a grocery store, grabbing a bottle of whole milk. On the walk, she couldn't resist—phone out, selfie time: her lips on the bottle, hair flipped, smug wink. Caption: Sipping my way to fitness model status with a little secret weapon 😏 Who's ready for the glow-up of the century? Me, that's who. Stay jealous, peasants. #FitnessJourney #SecretSauce #TooHotToHandle #DairyQueen #InfluencerInTraining
She posted, finishing the milk with a satisfied burp. Likes flooded in.
At home in the suburbs, Sharon raided the kitchen: another bottle of milk chugged straight from the fridge, followed by cheese sticks and yogurt.
Her little sister Sandra wandered in, wide-eyed. "Sharon? You're drinking whole milk? Mom says that's fattening."
Sharon smirked sassily. "Mind your business, squirt. This is big-sister stuff—magic elixir for perfection. Go play with your dolls."
Sandra huffed off. Sharon devoured more dairy—a block of cheddar, ice cream straight from the tub—before bed, her stomach full but her ambition fuller.
That night, as she slept, changes stirred. Fat subtly melted from her frame, muscles subtly swelled under her skin. Her breasts grew fuller, firmer. She became slightly more shapely, a touch more muscular, sexier, more beautiful—subtle shifts that hinted at something extraordinary.
Option 1: Sharon does grow during her sleep, but not significantly.
Option 2: She grows in a tremendous way that is hard to hide.
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