The energy she felt within her had slowed down, but it hadn’t dissipated.
Grace could still feel herself growing, and ahe could see her muscles still swelling under her skin, looking
bigger than any other bodybuilder she could remember seeing, male or female. Her gym clothes were incredibly
tight on her, straining to contain her growing body, the seams slowly popping and tearing as she pumped up
bigger, ever-larger. She lumbered to the end of the locker aisle, her huge thighs rolling around each other,
and looked around. Although the locker room looked empty, she could hear a couple girls chatting a few aisles
over, and someone was in the shower.
Surely, someone would soon notice her. She was growing too immense to hide! She couldn’t hide in the locker
room forever! She had to get out of here! She had to get back to her apartment!
Grace returned to her locker and gathered her things, bulky body making it difficult. She then left the locker
room as quickly as she could, her thighs pressing against each other more and more as she walked, causing her
to waddle. She could feel her shorts straining to hold together, the seams on her seat tearing even more as
her bubble-butt expanded, and the fabric rubbed together between her inner-thighs. She could feel her triceps
rub against her lats as her arms swayed, even though her arms stuck out over a 45-degree angle. She stepped
out and right away headed for the parking lot, people gawking as she passed. Many loudly commented on her too-
tight clothing, others pointed out her large bubble-butt, and others still commented on her muscle-gut and
chest, most not even aware that she was a woman.
Grace ignored them. She hustled as quickly as she could across the parking lot and fumbled with the door lock
of her car. Once she got it, she clambered in.
The seat of Graces’s shorts finally gave way, busting open as she sat down. She cursed quietly and started the
car. She had an awkward time driving home, it was tough for her using the gas and break pedals; her thighs
were fighting each other for space. She could feel her hamstrings lifting her legs in the seat, while her
growing quads pressed against the underside of the steering wheel, making it difficult to turn the wheel. She
was half-way home when her shorts started tearing along the sides, so enormous her thighs were growing.
It was becoming quite the tight squeeze in her car. She could feel her lats growing thicker, pressing into the
backrest and spilling out to the sides, her shirt tearing down the back and around the armpits, forcing her
arms upward, which made it uncomfortable to hold onto the steering wheel. Her biceps and pecs were expanding
as well and started to press against each other, forcing her to hold tighter onto the steering wheel.
She couldn’t adjust the seat. Each time she tried, her chest would press against the steering wheel, honking
the horn, and she couldn’t squeeze her thickening forearms between her swelling thighs to reach the lever. The
seams of her shirt were losing the fight to contain her, pecs larger than her modest breasts by that point,
and the seams along the shoulders, collar, and sleeves started tearing open. How big was she going to get?
Grace cursed loudly. “C’mon! Just a little further...”
She finally made it home, and hastily parked the car, nearly driving it over the curb. She managed to squeeze
herself out of the car and waddled up the walkway to her apartment. Each step was difficult to take. Looking
down as she climbed the stairs, he could only see her growing chest. So, with her swelling legs, she had to
feel her way up each step, placing her feet uncertainly, and with a heavy thud. Luckily, it was a short
walkway, and she didn’t have far to climb.
It was a lot of work for her still-growing body. Grace was only half-way up the stairs when the last seams
holding her shorts and shirt ripped. Her shorts hung off her like a loin cloth, hanging on only by the elastic
band. Her shirt was falling off of her in patches, as her arms tore the sleeves, her deltoids shredding the
shoulders, and her lats and chest pulling the torso of the shirt apart; Grace regretted no wearing a sports
bra now that her shirtwas almost done for, but it probably wou;dn't have lasted long like this anyway. Her
neck and traps were thickening even more, causing the collar of the shirt to tear under their rapid growth.
She was shirtless by the time he reached the top of the walkway, bared chested and hoping none of her
neighbors reported her for indecent exposure.
Breathing heavily from the exertion, she reached the front door of her apartment, thankful for living on the
first floor. Fumbling for the keys, she managed to open the door and fall into the foyer with a heavy thud.
With great effort, Guy managed to pick himself up. He lumbered into the kitchen and grabbed the wall phone.
She dialed a number and pinned the phone between her head and shoulder. Her shoulders were still growing, and
with her thickening neck, she could no longer hold her head in that position like she used to; she nearly
dropped the phone. She then tried holding it to her ear while it still rang on the other line.
“C’mon, pick up. Pick up!” Grace could feel her bicep pressing against her forearm, pushing the phone away
from her ear. She fought against it, but still her biceps and forearms grew. She was losing the ability to
bend her arms inward! She continued resisting, growling in frustration. “Pick up, God damn it!”