Grace didn’t know what she could do. Her clothing was feeling smaller on her by the second. Her arms felt more
constricted in their swaying movement as the cloth on her back stretched taut. Her legs were pushing apart with
increasing amounts of muscle, her shorts were now riding around her thickening quads and her panties now exposed
by the long tears on the back of the shorts.
She moved slowly and carefully to a corner in the gym's locker room, hoping no one would come in and see her,
now outgrowing all her formally loose gym-wear. When was this going to stop? Thoughts raced through her head
nervously. She bent her arms experimentally, flexing her arms, which had become massive football sized mounds of
solid muscle. Her whole body was feeling meatier, her lats pushing against her arms, her legs pushing against
themselves, her traps pushing against her widening neck and shoulders... She could not move a joint without out
rubbing against muscle.
Grace was still growing, but now a little ways off the scale she didn’t know how much she had grown... or what
was going to happen. It did feel like the energy running through her was slowing down a little, but was that
just fatigue or her growth stopping? Looking down she just saw a her chest, a foot in front of her, and strained
fabric, which was now tearing all along her arm pits....