Gloira sighed as she left the aerobics class. It had been a vain hope that a 50 year old housewife would be able to keep up with all those 20-something types, and once again she'd lasted barely a third of the full program before dropping out.
Her throat felt parched and dry, she needed some hydration. She'd been so behind that she hadn't brought her usual two frozen 30 ounce bottles of water from home and the first had been knocked off before she'd arrived at the gym, so as she walked towards the locker rooms and spotted the water cooler it was perfect timing.
After Filling her empty bottle to the top, Gloria continued on her way drinking from the bottle freely, smiling as she felt revitalized. Boy, she must of really thirsty she thought. By the time she reached her locker at far end of the room, she'd polished off the entire bottle. Gloria smiled as she reached for lock, her sweaty gym clothes felt really tight today, she'd be glad to get them off.
Yet when the right sleeve of her sweatshirt exploded as the muscles of her arm expanded to an insane degree, she was considerably less than glad. In fact she stared at her arm in something closer to horror, her mouth wide open in a failed attempt to scream. The sound of shredding and stretching clothes filled her ears as the weathered body she knew so well was replaced by something impossible.
Breasts that had sagged with age practically rose up her chest jet propelled as the muscled under them gained new strength, her nipples as hard as bullets tearing through the fabric of her sports bra. The month old sneakers on her feet tore as the painted toes of their wearer punched through the leather. Her flabby tummy was sucked up over her waist in only to expand out into flawless six-pack. Her locker seemed to shrink beneath her as she taller, the patches of clothing desperately trying to protect her modesty finally failing.
Gloria wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Her body was freakishly large, she was a monster! Yet... she felt a strength she had't felt in years... if ever. The tiled floor beneath her feet seemed to flex under each step as she strode over to a nearby mirror.
Her face was at the same time familar, yet strange, attached to a body that bore little resemblence to what it was before. Her skin had a riched, healthly glow as it covered impressive an muscular system.