Kate was a 36-year-old mother who had just celebrated her birthday a week ago and she wasn't pleased too much. At 35 the aging process started became noticeable and being the mother of two hyperactive trouble makers seemed to accelerate the process.
Kyle was 12 years old and a smart boy who might have skipped a grade had he not skipped his test to try and impress some cheerleaders, hormones strike early. Then Dan an 11year old who broke every skateboard he got and a bone in the process. Half the time she was off work she was in the emergency room.
"Would you like something to drink, mam?" said the waiter, who was tall dark and handsome and Kate wouldn't mind getting his number if it wasn't for the wedding ring. "Uh, yeah a glass of wine and-" an 'Ahem' from Dan, the kind that he gave when he was going to give his opinion even if you really didn't want it, "Mom remember wine makes you breakout, the doctor said so."
His mother gave him a quick glare, "Fine, some of your finest...um, milk."
About five minutes later a glass of milk and jug of milk, "I thought it was best to be safe," the handsome waiter said. She nodded thanks and downed the half a glass. Only a few seconds later a strong heat seeped from her stomach," I'm not feeling too good."
"Do you want to go home, mom," Kyle asked with deep worry. "It's not really a question of want, ooh," the heat was intensifying along with muscle pain. Putting himself under her arm he eased her up noticing however briefly that she had hard muscle for someone who hadn't been to any kind of gym in three months," Dan give me a hand."
"But the food hasn't arrived yet!" Dan moaned, "Dan!" "Okay coming" he did not before grabbing the jug of milk.
The two boys supported there disorientated mother who seemed to get heavy with each step till they passed a dark ally and a cold voice called out, "Hand over any money or you'll get cut up!" Three burly men in ski masks slunk out and surround the family. "Now the money." One said, "We don't have any mo-money," Dan stuttered, just moments away from wetting himself. One shrugged, "Well will just have to cut you up-what that!?"
Even in the dim light, everyone could see Kate transformation; she grows a foot tall he clothes clinging to her skin, her raised blouse showed her stomach turning into a flat six-pack, all the abdominal muscle expanded till her torso was like a pillar. Her rose ripping the top of her shirt, almost entirely on instinct she took her arms from her kids and flexed hard he basketball size biceps ripped her sleaves and the exploding mass of forearm muscle tore any remaining cloth off.
Her blue jeans faired a little better her quads tore sizeable cuts as the neared half the size of a watermelon in contrast her calf exploded the cloth around them. And to cap it off her periscapular muscles pushed her chest forward. Throughout her muscle explosion, Kate had been in a state of bliss but had now was fully aware of her surroundings, "What the f-heck!" she twisted and turned her head to gain every inch of her new amazon body. Here she stood with a midriff showing tank top and jeans with a split going up to the thigh. And strangely she felt her black hair was softer
The mugger to the left was the first to recover from the shock and drew a foot-long knife, Kate grabbed his arm, almost breaking bone and with a single arm flung him at a cluster of trash cans, he was promptly covered in garbage. The next thug was less bright and charged her, Kate kicked him which sent him flying half a block. After a second of internalization, Kate flexed her arm admiring the pulsing veins, "I am loving this!"
The final of the three wannabe muggers scrambled back down the ally he'd come.
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