“Holy shit!” Jack blurted. “It actually worked!”
“Hell yeah, it did!” answered Hannah proudly. She looked down at her now massive form, drinking in the vision of her immense muscles and tits. She looked back up at Jack. “So, THIS is what you wanted?” she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Umm, yes?” he replied hopefully. “I can change it back if…” he trailed off, worried he had screwed up somehow.
“I’m kidding, OBVIOUSLY don’t change me back. Did you forget how we met?” Hannah said, smiling. Her smile faded to a thoughtful look as she stared off into space for a moment. “This is crazy, but I have two totally separate sets of memories. One that I had before, where I’ve always been normal, and another alongside where I’ve always been big and been working out for years to get bigger.”
“Like, this one time in seventh grade, this boy Tommy was harassing my friend Emma on the way home from school. I remember telling the teacher because he was huge and I was just a skinny little girl. He got in trouble, but he made our life hell for the next year. But at the same time, I also remember taking his bike and chucking it over the fence into a ravine because I was already benching like 200 pounds. He was too embarrassed to tell, but he never bothered us again. I remember both of those versions clearly. Like they BOTH really happened somehow.”
Jack realized he had the same parallel set of memories: one where he met Hannah online, they grew close, and eventually went on a date, and another separate memory where he met her in the gym (he had been on the treadmill) and eventually worked up the courage to ask her out. She said yes and later told him it was because he was the only boy who didn’t seem intimidated by her.
“This is crazy” Jack murmured.
“I know, right? But in like, the best possible way” Hannah responded, her attention flicking back to her new body. She flexed up a huge bicep, ripping the sleeve of her shirt. She seemed not to notice, too wrapped up in admiring the peak, then feeling it with her other hand. She couldn’t even come close to covering the gigantic mound. “28 inches last week” she breathed. “Wow.”
Her hands moved down to her rippling midsection, caressing her obliques and the ridges of her abs as she flexed her stomach and rolled her hips to make her core dance under her fingertips. They traced down the flare of her hips, then circled around to grab two handfuls of her now rock-hard glutes. “Damn, baby got BACK!” she crowed, “These things are huge! And rock hard!”
Her hands roamed back to the front of her legs, feeling the bulges of her thighs through her jeans, which were rapidly losing their battle with her lower body, despite their stretchiness, seams audibly splitting and tearing. She flexed her quads a few times, feeling the muscles jump outward as her jeans continued to expose more skin.
Her curiosity somewhat sated for the moment, she turned back to Jack, smile beaming. “Thank you for this. I think you’ve earned a reward,” she said breathily, her smile shifting to a slightly more mischievous look. She crossed the room to him, put a small, but strong, hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Jack had to arch his whole back and neck forward around Hannah’s now-mighty chest in order to get his lips to hers. He felt her breasts squish against his own vastly smaller chest, her hard nipples poking him through the overstretched shirt. Every other part of her felt carved from warm marble, without a hint of give. He brought his hands to her huge shoulders and slowly trailed them down her enormous arms, feeling every ripple and vein of her powerful biceps and triceps. Hannah brought her arm back up into a biceps flex and even Jack’s bigger hand and longer fingers couldn’t fully encompass her peak.
“Mmmmm” she sighed, enjoying his touch as their tongues circled each other. After a long, heavenly kiss, they separated their lips, but kept their arms wrapped around each other, Hannah still able to hug Jack mostly normally, while he could just barely brush his fingertips together in the middle of her broad back.
“So, what do we do now?” she asked. “I’m probably going to need new clothes before we go anywhere, and we’re DEFINITELY going to need a new bed,” she said, glancing at their mattress, a double on a rickety yard-sale bedframe. There would be barely any room for Jack to squeeze in next to her, and there was NO WAY it would hold up to any activity Hannah undertook more vigorous than sleeping. “But then again,” she mused, “we have a button that can change reality. Maybe I’m thinking too small…”
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