Introductions 2

So, I'd just changed from my small, slightly overweight, couch potato old-me to a 6ft 3 inch iron pumping, fitness champion new-me without noticing a thing, needless to say I was a bit confused. I did wonder how much I weighed now, so I dug up my scales from under my bed and checked.

I had to double check, zero the scales and check if they were accurate two times. The scales spun all the maximum 250 pounds! Now I know why, but at the time I just thought the thing must have been broken, so I just forgot about it. Despite my "broken" scales, I felt great, wondering if I was any stronger.

First though, I had to get dressed. Trying a bra was not going to work, so I just forgot about it, not that I needed one now, my new F-cup was more pert then my smallish B-cup was more. The same applied for panties, I had nothing that was going to fit, so I decided to skip underwear altogether. 

I did what I always did on weekdays, and grabbed whatever was on top of the pile and started pulling it over my head. When I tried pulling it over my new breasts I realized getting dressed was going to be more difficult today, there was no way any of my old clothing was going to fit over my new breasts. Digging through my closet, I found an old blue nightshirt that reached down to my thighs before, now I could just pull it over my breasts and about an inch down my chest, leaving my stomach bare. It was a bit tight around my shoulders, but reached down halfway to my arms. It was much shorter than what I was used to but, I figured, at least it was sunny outside and I didn't have much to be ashamed of anymore.

Pants were going to be impossible. I never had much in the way of legs or glutes before, so I owned mostly wide pants. Now however, I knew none of those pants were going to fit over my thighs, or my new ass. Thankfully, I owned several knee-lengths skirts, which would be closer to miniskirts now, but still acceptable.

I was dressed as well as I was able, found I didn't have to do anything about my hair, which was a disaster before, but fell perfectly straight down now. I grabbed my wallet, winked at the mirror and went out the door.

There was a gym right down the street, not that I'd ever been inside one, which thankfully offered a try-before-you-buy period. I went straight to the free weights, partly because I had no idea how to work the complicated machines, but mostly because there was nobody else there.

One of the weights was still loaded with three large weights on either side; I figured that was a great place to start. I grabbed the weight in my hands; slowly trying to lift it to my chest, doing what I know is a curl. Several things happened at the same time.

First, I actually lifted the bar and the weights up. It didn't feel light. It didn't feel light at all, like I was lifting hundreds of pounds. The strange thing was, despite the huge weight, it wasn't hard at all. I knew it was incredibly heavy and that I should be able to lift it, but at the same time it was so easy, no harder then lifting a glass of water. That wasn't what I was thinking about though; I was distracted with the second thing that happened.

As I lifted the weight, by biceps swelled up. Not just a bit, but massively. Ignoring my shirt like it wasn't there, my arm tore through the sleeve, swelling up to three times what they were before I started lifting. The same happened to my chest, suddenly pushing out another three inches below my breasts, tearing the sides of my shirt. 

I let a yelp, dropped the weight and ran outside, not stopping until I reached my own house. Without noticing I wasn't out of breath at all, I closed the door and locked it. My arms were a little smaller, but when I got out a tape measure, they were 24 inches around, or 29 when I flexed my muscle. I stared at it for a minute, while it shrunk back to it "normal" fitness-pro-sized 14 inches.

I don't remember exactly what I did, or why, but for some reason, I decided to take of my shirt, walk to small parking area near my house, put my hands under the large Hummer belonging to my neighbor and see what happens.

Well, it was better than I expected. As I started to stand up, all my muscles swelled to massive proportions, making my look like the biggest male bodybuilders... no, they were small compared to me. My skin was still flawless, no marks or veins showed on my body, except for one small vein over the crest of my biceps. I removed one arm from underneath the car to look at my biceps; they were an inch bigger then when I came home from the gym. I kept lifting the Hummer, feeling it massive weight, but also feeling completely unburdened. It was so easy, I laughed out loud as I started lifting it overhead, pumping it up and down with just one hand.

Introductions 1

Recently, something rather strange happened to me, now, I'm not complaining or anything, but I just had to share with everyone. That's why I'm blogging here.

Now, my name isn't really Amanda, but it's close enough. I'm a 19 years old girl and I was born in a small country in south-eastern Europe. I recently finished school and moved to the UK. I'm 5'6" and 92 pounds.... Well I used to be. But let me start at the beginning.

It all starts the day after I turned 19, or the night of the party really. I was having a party with four of my friends. Well, I wouldn't call them my best friends, I don't think I have any 'best friends', but that's not important right now. We were about to go from the pub to a club and do some serious dancing, when I felt really ill. I think I threw up, but I don't really remember. The next thing I do remember is waking up outside my door, one of my friends holding me up, asking for my keys. When I woke up again, it was the middle of the day.

I felt horrible, like my bones had turned to jelly. All I managed to do was literally crawl to the fridge, grab some food and eat it in bed. I don't remember the days after it, except in a blur of sleeping, waking, feeling sore and ill and less pleasant activities. I woke up later, five days later as I learned afterwards, feeling wonderful again.

I almost jumped out of bed, when I noticed my headache. I almost collapsed on my bed again, but the smell of five days of sweat and god knows what else stopped me. I staggered to the shower, turned it as hot as I could stand and started taking off my clothes. I remember my head pounded, but I could still feel my clubbing clothes I wore when I was brought home.

The clothing felt horrible, sticky from the sweat (I really hope it was just sweat), making it hard to take off, especially with my pounding head. I struggled out of my top and skirt, took my remaining sock off and stepped into the shower, pulling the door shut and locking it. I must have showered for an hour; all I noticed was how tight I felt. I took it for muscle cramps at the time, which shows how my head felt. The first strange thing I remember was that the door wasn't stuck, but it made a lot of noise when I opened it.

When I stepped outside, the noise finally got through to my brain. I turned around, looking at the door. There was a rather large piece missing from the doorframe, the missing piece of a concrete was lying at the end of the hall. Hazily, I stepped back inside the shower, grabbing the door handle again to try and find out what happened. The missing piece of the doorframe was right next to the handle, which, I noticed, still had the locking pin extended. I thought that was rather strange, which is kind of funny now that I think back to it. I wondered how I opened the door when it was still locked, until I turned to the mirror that is.

What I saw was nothing short of amazing. There was a woman, she had my face, but it looked better, prettier. Her cheekbones were just a little higher than mine, slightly more pronounced. Her nose was more shapely, pretties and her skin was like mine, but tanned and completely flawless. I reached up to feel my own face and so did the mirror image. Only when I felt the features, I realized those were mine. My nose was shapelier, my skin was more perfect...

Then I looked down her body... or my body, as I remembered. The first thing I noticed was that the top of my head was as high as the top of the mirror, which must have been almost six feet and a few inches of the ground. I raised my arm, noticing it was a lot bigger than before. When I flexed it (I didn't know that word back then, but it's amazing what you can learn from a day on Google) I could just fit my hand around half of it, the muscle was bigger then I'd ever seen. My shoulders were rounder, I turned around and noticed my back was bigger, firmer and much, much more defined then before, I could see bulges and valleys that I'd never seen before.

I stopped looking at the mirror, looking down instead. If my arms looked like that, I couldn't wait to see my abs. It turned out that I had to wait, because something was in the way. My breasts had gone up at least four sized from my old B cup (I'm sure you know the alphabet well enough to figure out their current size). They were so pert; I would never need a bra again. 

Taking down the mirror, I finally had a look at my stomach, seeing a well defined 4-pack when I flexed. Further down, I saw my wide, bulging legs, the round calves and the definition of a fitness model. In fact, I looked like I could score quite well in any fitness competition without much effort.

I'll tell you about my next discovery tomorrow, as well as the real reason why I started this blog/diary.