Abigail yawned. Thankful that it was Saturday and she didn't have to get up to that annoying alarm, and thankful that her parents had finally trusted her to stay home alone while they went on a weekend-long couples's retreat, she was 12 after all, she'd told them, and could totally take care of herself. She stared up at her ceiling, considering wether to go back to sleep or not when her stomach growled, deciding for her. She stretched and - thunk! Her arms and feet hit the end boards of her bed. Had she gone through some freal growth spurt overnight? Alarmed, Abigail tossed her sheets off, threw her legs over the side, which landed on the carpeted floor with a heavy thud, and stood up. The rapid rise to a height she'd never been before made her feel veritgo. Now she knew something was definitely wrong. Her heart started beating faster with aprehension. She looked down to see what was wrong, stumbling with shock back onto her bed after seeing a completely foreign body.
She gripped the edge of the mattress while she took deep breaths trying to calm herself. When she felt a little better she looked down again, this time with a better idea of what to expect. Before her were a massive set of... boobs? No, those looked different, these were pecs. Her camisole stretched to its limits, even ripped at some spots. Thick, muscular legs bulged through her pink, polka-dotted pants, completely ripping at the knees. And... something... bulging in between her legs, barely contained by the strained fabric.
Abigail felt tears starting to push at the back of her eyes. She was so scared, so confused. What was happening?! A mirror. She needed a mirror. Getting up again gave her another wave of vertigo. She carefully put one massive foot in front of the other as she made her way to the bathroom down the hall. Every step she took was accompanied by the sound of something tearing somewhere in her clothes. She felt so heavy and bulky, and the thing in her pants shifted uncomfortably. After what felt like an eternity she finally made it to the bathroom. She fumbled withthe lightswitch, finding it much lower than what she was used to, and flipped it.
As soon as the lights turned on she saw her reflection. She let out a scream, a low, gravely scream, and covered her mouth to stop this stranger's voice. With her large hands over her mouth, Abigail realized she had a stubble. She ran her long fingers over her bristly cheeks, watching the man in the mirror do the same. She stared at the stranger. He was blond, with short, crew-cut hair, and had piercing blue eyes. He was huge too, the top of his head reached the upper edge of the mirror and his broad shoulders made Abigail feel like she was taking up too much space. She leaned in closer to inspect his face. He didn't look like he'd be as old as her dad, but he didn't look like the boys in her magazines either. She looked down again, staring at her muscles with a strange mix of awe, curiosity, and disgust. She flexed her arms like she'd seen muscular men do it in t.v.
"Whoa!" she said quietly, the timber of her voice still making her jump a little.
Her already large arms had sprung to life when she'd flexed them, she stared at the mountains of muscle. Abigail turned this way and that way, poking and prodding everywhere, except Down There, she wasn't ready to face what Down There held for her. As she grew more accustomed to her new center of gravity she could stand with more confidence.
Abigail was striking a few more poses, starting to appreciate her action star body when she caught a whiff of something unpleasant. It kinda smelled like her dad after he'd been working on the yard all day, but not as bad. She took a cautionary sniff of her armpit, doing her best to avoid sticking her nose in the bush of hair there and recoiled with disgust. Did all men smell this bad? She was considering biting the bullet and taking a shower when her stomach growled again, she'd never felt this hungry before in her life.