Allie in Shock

Lynn gaped at the teenager. The change was so radical it defied imagination.

Allie now towered over Lynn, her body as muscular and imposing as that of an NFL football player. She stumbled about on rippling legs that shook the entire house with every footfall. Her defined abs glistened in the soft lamp light of the room. Most striking, perhaps, were her arms. God they were huge! They rippled with untold power like the appendages of a Greek God.

"Oh God, no! I'm a freak!"

Allie hugged herself, her softball-sized triceps bulging outwards as she did so.

"You are not a freak," Lynn tried to calm the girl, but her own voice betrayed her shock.

"Yes I am! Look at me! I might as well be a dude!"

As Allie said this, Lynn realized the absurdity of the statement. Sure, the teen had grown enormous. Her arms were certainly burly and steroidal. Most men would kill those kinds of guns. Still, Allie was not masculine at all. Her skin was still soft and silky. Her curves were as captivating as her muscles. Her face, previously doughy and moon-like, had sharpened into runway model perfection. She was not a Greek God, Lynn decided. No, she was an Amazon.

"Allie, you are stunning. Look at yourself!"

"That's the problem, I am looking at myself!"

The enormous woman began to sob. She pushed past Lynn, nearly knocking her to the floor in the process. Her lumbering footsteps echoed down the hall.

Lynn sighed and felt a buzzing in her pocket. She pulled out her cellphone and noticed that the call was coming from her own landline.

"Hello, miss sexy old lady," a petulant male voice spoke on the other line.

"My name is Lynn, thank you very much."

"Yes, Lynn, sorry. Um, you better come back here. Something crazy happened here. You won't believe it."

Lynn listened to Allie cry out in her new, deepened voice. There was a crash, followed by more stomping.

"Try me."

It was going to be a very long night.