True Blue Part 1

True Blue

Commissioned by loamlife
Written by HarmonyMotion
https://patreon.com/harmonymotion
Chapter 1
“It is done.”

“Send her back.”

“We wait now.”

Mary awoke at 6AM with a sudden jolt. What a vivid dream! She could feel the freezing night air still blowing against her skin as she levitated downward, lying on her back, parallel to the earth. A column of warm blue light enveloped her, and she felt a platform supporting her slow and steady descent. She floated right through the roof as if she were insubstantial. It had placed her right back in her bed, on top of her blankets.

She looked up. The roof was still intact. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. It was just a dream, it was just a dream, she chanted like a mantra.

After a few minutes just sitting there, she shook her head, clearing her mind. She had steady work lately, what with one of the regular teachers getting pregnant. If only she had been as in demand twenty years ago as she was now. Then, she might have actually had a career in education. Oh well, she could muse about the dream later.

Kicking off her sheets, Mary made her way to the vanity and examined her face. Time had not been kind to her, and loneliness was its harsh handmaiden. Her short, wispy brunette hair was thinning, the roots starting to grey. The sun had beat down on her during her farmhand days, leaving her skin cracked, leathery and spotted. Stress and worry had left their mark around her eyes and lips, her skin wrinkled and sagging.

She still lived on this childhood farm by herself. Her mother and father had passed away at 70, leaving her the sole inheritor. No siblings, and no real relationships to speak of. Mary had tried, but she was already quite advanced in age when she started dating, and with the responsibilities of maintaining the property and the sorrow of losing her parents, she felt she had lost her window. She was 50 now, but as she examined herself, she thought she looked at least a decade older.

She applied makeup to hide the dark bags under her eyes and put some blush on her cheeks to give her blanched skin some color. With a sigh of despair, Mary lumbered her short and stocky frame out of the chair and began to get dressed. The dilapidated floorboards creaked under her feet. She made sure to avoid the rickety steps on her way downstairs.

Still, despite being emotionally drained, she felt alert and awake today. Maybe she would actually manage to dust inside the house and organize some things. The entire farm was in disrepair, but there was no way she could manage the dozen acre property by herself. One thing at a time… if she could ever get to the first thing.


Mary drove her old, beat-up sedan to the single school that served the entire rural area. She rolled the window down, enjoying the smell of the fresh countryside. Even the bumpy, uneven ride didn’t bother her that much. She felt unnaturally optimistic as the sun shone brightly on her face. Wow, what was it about today?!

Realizing that she had completely forgotten to eat breakfast, Mary parked and made her way to the classroom. She could almost feel a bounce in her footsteps. I hope I don’t get hungry and grumpy later, she thought, knowing that her hunger often dictated her mood. Still, she was bouncing off the balls of her feet as she strode forward confidently. This is ridiculous! She thought. But if this is ridiculous, it’s not so bad.

In no time, she made it to her classroom. She took out her science textbook, sat up straight, smoothed her blouse, and took a deep breath. The bell for first period rang, and the 9th graders rolled in.

She even smiled at them instead of just sullenly looking at her desk. All of them seemed to do a double take at her new attitude and smiled back. This was nice!

When everyone had taken their seats, she put on her thick-rimmed black reading glasses, opened the textbook, and began to read from it. She wasn’t a biology teacher by training, and this was way above her pay grade. But the district just needed someone to keep the children in line and occupied for the duration of the class.

So day after day, the print on the textbook was always in her eyes and out her mouth. She really didn’t understand what she was reading, or even how to pronounce some of these words. What on earth was “chromosomal” or “allele”? But today, she felt like she understood what was printed on the page. In fact, the conclusions to be drawn even seemed obvious! But it was important to make the lesson clear for the students.

After she completed the chapter, the kids had time to ask questions. By this point, they knew better than to seek knowledge from her, so she just tasked them to do their homework. However, today, her reading was so fluent, her tone so confident, that one of the students dared to raise her hand on the biology homework.

“Mrs. Adams?”

“Yes, Stella?”

“Um, well, I guess… can you… um…” she was still nervous about asking. It was embarrassing for everyone when Mrs. Adams clearly was out of her depth.

“Spit it out, dear.” Mary tried to suppress her panic at being asked a question.

“Well, I don’t understand about these squares we’re making. How do I know if Mr. and Mrs. Brown’s child will have… um… sickle cells?”

Before she could begin to madly leaf through the pages of the textbook looking for the answer, she recalled the lecture she had just given.

“That’s a fine question, Stella. Let me ask the whole class: if both Mr. and Mrs. Brown do not have sickle cell anemia, will their children have it?”

“No,” most of the class shot back.

“That is not necessarily true! It depends if Mr. and Mrs. Brown are both carriers.”

So saying, she drew the Punnett Squares on the chalkboard, illustrating all four possibilities with their sixteen outcomes. Her chalk flew through the air, drawing the beautiful diagrams and explaining clearly the whole way. When she put up the final square, she threw the remaining stub of white chalk into the air with a flourish, catching it in her palm and turning to face the class, hands on hips, bright smile on her face.

They were absolutely stunned by her brilliant display of virtuosity.

“Mrs. Adams, Mrs. Adams! I get it! But the next question, it asks if it depends if the child is a boy or a girl. I don’t get it, why would that matter?”

“Boys obviously don’t get tickle cells!” one of the students chimed in.

“Yeah, well boys smell!” another girl retorted.

“Now, class,” Mary lectured them, commanding all of their attention at once. They had never paid attention that quickly either! “Let me show you what that question is asking. You see…”

When lunch period rolled around, a class full of happy students exited the classroom. Some even stopped and told her how great she was and how much they had learned. And that they looked forward to the next class, or wished that she was their regular teacher! Mary was so delighted!

She strolled around the small campus, waving at the children on the playground. They giggled and waved back at her. Mary was enjoying herself so much, lost in her thoughts. Maybe I should try dating again, she thought. Relating to people doesn’t seem to be too hard today.

Only after half an hour did she realize that she hadn’t eaten yet! But she still felt great; no growling stomach, no hunger pangs at all. But just to be prophylactic, she went to the small school cafeteria and bought a cup of mac and cheese. The noodles were overcooked and mushy, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying the cheesy goodness. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and looked forward to her next class.


Mary’s improved mood continued through the evening. She plucked some fresh green beans, tomatoes, and zucchini from her small garden and went to prepare dinner, before she realized that she still wasn’t hungry. Also, she didn’t recall having to bend down this much when harvesting her crops. Maybe she was just carrying herself with better posture now.

She rinsed off and relished the crunch of the fresh, juicy green beans as she blanched the zucchini and boiled spaghetti. She sprinkled salt into the bubbling water, instinctively knowing just how much was enough. Dicing a clove of garlic quickly and efficiently, she tossed it into a frying pan with olive oil and went to work on her garden tomatoes and zucchini like a professional chef. She couldn’t believe her knife skills, but it all came so easily! Soon, they were cubed and thrown into the pan as well.

She ran the spaghetti through a sieve, then threw it into the frying pan as well along with a splash of the pasta water. When all was said and done, fifteen minutes later, she sat down with a beautiful plate of food, garnished with fresh parsley from her windowsill. Grating some cheese onto it, she nibbled a piece of the pasta—perfectly cooked, wonderfully seasoned, and utterly mouthwatering. She wished she had a glass of wine to pair it with. She licked the plate clean.

Mary wasn’t hungry when she began, and she was neither hungry nor full when she finished, but she luxuriated in the aftertaste of her fresh, homecooked, delicious meal. Putting the leftovers in a tupperware, Mary cleaned her dishes and prepared for bed. Another early start tomorrow.

The wooden planks of her staircase seemed to creak less under her footsteps this evening as she ascended to the bedroom. Stripping off, she turned on the shower and hoped that the water heater was working. It would truly be the perfect end to her perfect day.

She held her hand under the stream of water to gauge the temperature and finally caught a glimpse of her naked body in the bathroom mirror. Was she imagining things, or had she lost some flab in her belly? Her arms looked a bit tighter as well. She swiveled her torso, examining herself from different angles. No way. She must be seeing things.

When she came to her senses, she realized the water was still running. Still cold. Oh well. She gave up and jumped right in, preparing for the shock of ice water to hit her body. To her surprise, she wasn’t too bothered by it! Yes, it was chilly, but she could weather it just fine. Still, Mary rinsed off quickly, not wanting to catch hypothermia or anything like that.

She crawled into bed at 9:00 PM, and drifted off like a baby.


Chapter 2
I could barely keep my eyelids open. Three blurry, out-of-focus bodies hovered over me. A harsh, overhead light shined brightly behind them. It looked like I was in an operating room. Two of the mysterious beings were attaching (or detaching) tubes from me. The third saw my eyes opening, my pupils probably out of focus. It reached out with a hand and closed them. I fell back into a sleepless slumber.

Mary woke up a full hour before her 6:00 AM alarm. She moaned and tossed in bed, expecting to have trouble going back to sleep and then waking up groggy a few minutes later, but… she realized she wasn’t tired at all! Just bored. With a shrug, she got out of bed and prepared for her day.

She squeezed the end of a tube of toothpaste onto her toothbrush and brought it to her mouth. And then promptly dropped the whole thing into the bathroom sink. She didn’t recognize the creature looking back at her!

The bags under her eyes were gone. Her thin, greying, stringy bob of hair was now lush and voluminous, traveling down to her neck in thick waves. She ran her fingers through it, every strand feeling silky and smooth, leaving tingles on her skin. She quickly grabbed a hand mirror to examine it from behind—perfectly even, perfectly shiny, lusciously lustrous.

The wrinkles that bordered her eyes and lips were completely gone. It looked like she had regained more than a decade of her life, except she had never looked this good in the first place! No sign of sun damage on her face at all, nor any moles she had been so self conscious of. As she touched her cheeks, she noticed that even her hands looked smooth and delicate, as if they’d never seen a day of wringing out laundry or plucking weeds in the harsh summer.

And her body! She was definitely losing weight. Or maybe redistributing in the right places. Turns out she wasn’t hallucinating during last night’s shower. Her tummy really had tightened, as well as her thighs. Her pear-shaped figure was a thing of the past. With her smaller waist and tighter legs came wider, stronger shoulders, providing the necessary framework to accentuate her fuller breasts! She cupped them, marveling at their heft. She had never even come close to a handful before. Mary kneaded those full, fleshy breasts. They felt so good, so sensitive… and that wasn’t even all of it.

Her legs were inexplicably longer. Somehow that was the most shocking thing of all to Mary. How could someone just gain inches in their legs? But it was undeniable. Her hips rose above the bathroom vanity, giving her a glimpse of her privates in the mirror. She had definitely not seen herself like that before.

It was a good thing she woke a full hour early. She spent all of it just admiring the curves of her new body, not bothered at all by the chill of dawn. Only when she stretched and flexed did she notice that even all of those deep aches in her bones were simply gone!

Finally, she grabbed her toothbrush and scooped the little blob of toothpaste back on it. She had to get ready for school. She glanced at her makeup bag, then back to the mirror. Nah, not today. Maybe not ever again.

Getting dressed was a challenge. Her pants were too baggy to fit over her new hips, despite the fact that they looked so seductively wide. Of course, they were much narrower than her frumpy shape from before. It was a pleasing optical illusion borne from her new hourglass shape. She didn’t even have a belt that could loop tightly enough! Never mind the short pant legs.

She put on a loose dress, which covered her down to the knees. That was a pleasant change. However, the swells of her breasts refused to quit, and her large, stiff nipples poked visibly through the garment. Shoot!

She tried to put on a bra to cover up those pokies, but they were too tight for her now! Just how much had she grown!? She threw away her A-cup in frustration. Ultimately, she found a piece of cloth, and carefully wrapped it around her breasts, serving as a sort of binding. She tied it behind herself. Hopefully that would do.

And now, Mary was going to be late. So much for waking up an hour early. She bound down the stairs gracefully, footfalls feather-light. Sprinting to the fridge, she grabbed her leftover pasta and ran out the front door. She floored it to the school, her car bumping and stuttering ominously.

Shoot! The bell for the first period rang just as she parked her car. Mary sprinted toward her classroom, not feeling any exertion from running at all. She gathered herself just before she walked in.

All of the student chattering ceased as she entered.

“Uh, are you a different sub today?”

“What do you mean? It’s me, Mrs. Adams.”

The entire classroom gasped. In her rush, she’d forgotten that she looked, and dressed, like a totally different person. She smiled at the admiration.

“Now, let’s get started shall we?”

She opened the textbook and began to read from it, her glasses untouched and still sitting on the desk.

After the lecture, the students asked more questions.

“Mrs. Adams, could you please show me how to do this geometry problem?”

She recalled the textbook page in her mind’s eye down to every last detail. “Yes, of course dear.”

She stood up, extending her long legs, bare from the knees down. Her hips swayed naturally as she walked to the chalkboard. She could even hear the titillation from the students.

Mary drew a perfect circle unaided by any tools.

“You see, the radius starts from the center and is a straight line to any edge of the circle.”

Suddenly, she stopped talking and simply continued drawing. There was no rhyme or reason. She moved deliberately, zigging here, zagging there, and then finally putting a straight, vertical line through the whole thing. And then she just stared at it.

“Mrs. Adams? Mrs. Adams? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yes. Um.. I’m not sure what came over me.” She erased the alien-looking diagram which she had already committed to memory after coming out of her trance.

“Like I said, this is the radius of a circle…”

After another rousing success at school, Mary began her commute home. On the way, her car sputtered and stalled. A plume of thick smoke hissed out from under the hood.

Oh fuck. She was halfway in between the middle of nowhere. She slammed her palms on the steering wheel, denting it and shuddering the whole car. Wait what?

Mary opened the door and stepped out, bumping her head against the roof, creating yet another huge dent in it. She instinctively clutched her head, but didn’t feel any pain at all. How could her head have hit the roof like that?! And why was the car the misshapen one?

Putting the car in neutral, she thought to try and push it to the side of the road. It was… easy. Really easy. In a few seconds flat, it rested on the shoulder. She instantly killed its forward momentum by gripping the frame, her fingers sinking into the metal again, and then stood still. She could barely register the weight of the car as it supposedly tried to roll forward.

Mary placed the car in park. It was probably a few hours by foot to home, but… since she didn’t seem to feel hungry anymore, maybe it would be fine. And tomorrow was a weekend. She could figure out what to do then.

She started the long journey home. It was drearily slow. She sped up into a trot, her dress fluttering behind her. That was comfortable as well, but she didn’t want to run out of stamina. Her cloth binding felt tight around her chest; she untied it and unbound her new fuller breasts, then tied it underneath to support them from bouncing painfully during her voyage.

After 30 minutes, she still felt no shortness of breath. She turned it up to a jog.

Soon, she was kicking up a trail of dust in her wake as she whooped and hollered! What probably would have been a four hour walk took her only one! Arriving at her garden, she picked some more vegetables for dinner and headed inside.

Mary began the preparation for the same meal as last night. She would really have to pick up some wine next time. In fifteen minutes flat, just like yesterday, her sumptuous meal was ready.

She jabbed her fork in it, swirling and taking a big bite of her spaghetti. As she worked through her meal, there remained a few loose, long strands. Idly, she arranged it into a perfect circle with her fork. Then she snapped her green beans into various lengths and decorated it over the circle. Finally, she took one long piece and bisected the whole diagram, right down the center.

Mary came back to her senses again. She gasped as she stared at the bizarre hieroglyph, or whatever it was, she had just recreated. She wasn’t even aware she was doing it!

In a panic, she empted the scraps into the garbage. It was freaking her out! She didn’t want to see it again. Maybe it would go away when she awoke in the morning…

She climbed into bed and passed out.


Chapter 3
“It’s working.”

“Of course it’s working. When has it not worked?”

“I mean, she’s taking to it well.”

“Good.”

I began to open my eyes and saw a blurry image of a strange, alien diagram. I couldn’t get a clear view thanks to the harsh operating light.

I fell unconscious again.

Mary awoke at 4:00 AM, shivering and trembling. What were these dreams!? And what was she drawing? Would she be okay?

She rolled around under her sheets, but knew that she wouldn’t find the answer there. Climbing out of bed, she reached for her glasses, only to realize that she had left them in school! And they wouldn’t be open today. Damn!

Still, she seemed to have no trouble seeing perfectly clearly in the twilight. Not only that, her vision seemed to be perfectly sharp. She glanced around, marveling at all the details she could read. Even the little labels on the clothing in her closet displayed in perfect resolution!

She swung her legs out of bed. Oh my god! Legs! They were so long and so tightly muscled, strong yet still feminine.

Mary ran to the bathroom and turned on the lights, not that she needed them now. Force of habit.

She was beautiful. Absolutely striking. How tall was she now? Just as she thought it, a mental image of a ruler appeared in her mind. She laughed at the absurdity, knowing that her invisible measuring stick was perfectly accurate. Quickly stacking them up, she measured in at 5’8”. She had grown eight inches!

And what an eight inches it was! Every inch of her was perfectly, naturally tanned. Her skin seemed to be hairless, save that on her face and some silky strands neatly decorating her vagina.

She started at her small, delicate feet, toes perfectly formed and nails perfectly clean and polished. Her calves were so long, so sinuous, strong, lean muscle running along their backs. Amazingly, they looked like they had been given the perfect shave—no bumps at all, no sign of irritation, just hairless, flawless stems that would make men lust after her and women green with envy.

Her thighs were thick, strong, and perfectly symmetrical. She flexed them, watching those muscles bunch into view elegantly and then disappear back into pure, seductive flesh. She traced her fingers over it, shivering from how soft her skin was, and how much resistance her legs gave when she tensed. Despite their size, she could see a perfect triangular gap formed by the space in between her crotch and her quads.

She ran her hands over her pussy, feeling a light shiver of arousal as she traced those perfectly smooth lips, moving upwards through her thin, silky, perfectly trimmed bush.

Her butt was… large, but none of it was fat. This was hard-earned muscle, a result of regular dedication and discipline at the gym—except she’d never actually been to a gym. Her cheeks were so firm, so tight… Mary rolled her hands behind to her behind and gave it a squeeze. Someone could probably bounce quarters off of her bubble butt!

She was sporting a beautiful six-pack for her abs. They rippled with every movement, looking so luscious, so strong to the touch. She tensed her core for a moment and gasped as they presented themselves to the world, demanding its attention. Mary stood in the mirror and simply flexed and relaxed, back and forth, back and forth.. Rock-hard and rippling, softly seductive and defined, built like a brick wall, feminine and strong. Her breathing was getting shallow now.

And despite all of this muscle, her breasts were absolutely enormous. How could someone this fit have natural breasts this large?! Okay, maybe they weren’t natural. Supernatural? They certainly weren’t fake.

Perfectly round spheres of healthy, evenly tanned flesh sat high on her chest, without any need for support. They were so full, so round, probably a hint of them visible from behind, with the most wonderful gap of separation between them. Her bosom overfilled her hands now as she kneaded her firm, mouth-watering flesh. Mary still couldn’t believe that body in the mirror was hers.

She was mesmerized for minutes, enjoying the ripe firmness of her breasts and pinching, flicking, tweaking her nipples in circles. As she moaned in arousal, swaying her sculpted body back and forth, she felt the swish of her hair on her lower back. Wait, lower back!?

She ran the back of her hand through the lustrous mane. It was so silky and thick. This was like something out of a shampoo commercial, but even better. She examined her roots—strong and healthy. She luxuriated in the feel of it as she ran her fingers through her hair, over and over. No tangles at all. No split ends either. She wouldn’t spend time obsessing over them and constantly trying to break them off.

Mary tried something she’d always wanted to do. She flipped her hair outward and turned, letting it spill along her tight, toned arms and sexy flank, placed her finger in her mouth and struck a come-hither look at herself in the mirror. She was sexy!

Examining that bedroom look she was giving, she noticed that every last wrinkle was gone while her face was resting. Her eyes looked clearer, brighter, no longer cloudy with age. Eyebrows thick and arched, eyelashes long and individual. When she smiled, the cutest creases formed at the sides of her lips.

Brushing her hair back, she finally examined her arms. No hint of fat on her underamrs. Unreal. Like most of the rest of her body, they were perfectly smooth and hairless now. She flexed her biceps, giggling at the beautiful little swell of muscle that formed. Once more for good measure, she stared at herself, completely in the nude, struck a pose, and flexed. Swells of tightly packed muscle decorated her arms, her abs, her thighs. She was built, but still undoubtedly feminine and beautiful.

Oh no! How am I going to get dressed!? She thought to herself, as if this were suddenly some sort of disaster.

Not only was her entire body shape different, but how on earth was it going to account for eight new inches in height, almost all in her legs! Mary recalled the images of fitness models on the magazines in her grocery store, wearing yoga leggings and cropped sports bras. If only she had some of those… they would probably be stretchy enough.

And just like that, a pair of black leggings began to form along her lower body. She screamed as she watched the mysterious black fabric crawl along her legs, not realizing what it was. It immediately halted its progress.

Mary panicked and scraped the unknown element off her legs. She thought for sure she was in some horror movie and was about to be consumed alive… until she examined the scraps of cloth under her perfectly manicured fingernails. It was just clothing? She was expecting some sort of living, alien slime!

The remaining bits of fabric broke off and fluttered to the ground. She shook her hands clean, watching the scraps under her fingernails join their brethren. With a deep breath, Mary closed her eyes and focused on that image of the model on that magazine cover.

She felt the stretchy garment form over her legs again, hugging every succulent curve tightly. It was strange to feel her pants being put on “upside-down,” from the calf up. She could tell just from the sensation how incredible her proportions were, as they took forever to climb up her endless legs and crept outward to cover her flared hips. Finally, they were topped with an elastic waistband right before her bellybutton, leaving her rock hard six-pack visible to the world.

Skipping a few inches, the fabric began to stitch itself together once again as an elastic band right beneath her bust. And once again, she could tell just from her mind’s eye and clothing’s touch how large the swells on her beautiful chest were. As the sports bra began to cover up that fabulous bosom, she flexed her pectorals, causing her breasts to bounce, testing the limits of her conjured fabric. No problem at all. Her outfit was simultaneously a part of her, yet not.

Leaving it low cut enough to display her hypnotic cleavage, the straps formed over her perfectly carved collarbone and wrapped over her back, over her shoulder blades, attaching to itself. Finally, she opened her eyes.

Fitness model be damned. She was an absolute goddess. There was no way any magazine covergirl could compare to Mary now.

Experimentally, she crossed her arms and pulled her top off. It came off fluidly in one piece, not disintegrating or disappearing. She tossed it onto her bed, watching closely in mid-flight. It seemed just like a regular piece of clothing.

With a shrug, she conjured an identical top, but in white, this time watching the process as it happened. Oh, she would definitely have to play with this later.

Feeling dressed for the part, Mary decided to head into the city and try out a gym.


Without putting on any shoes, Mary stepped out the front door at 6:00 AM as the sun began to rise. Taking a brief moment to conjure a cute pair of trainers—the complicated rubber, nylon, and shoelace mechanisms not bothering her at all—she began to run.

Faster and faster she pushed, her long, lean, toned legs never feeling the burn of exertion. Soon, she could tell from the blurred countryside that she was going much faster than her old lemon ever could, and much more smoothly too. She laughed with joy as she put on another burst of speed. Passing her car on the side of the road, she spit at the broken down machine, her blob of saliva launched with such force that it actually pinged off the metal frame and left a dent! Mary didn’t notice and kept running.

She covered the one hour drive in a mere ten minutes, showing up at the doorstep of the gym. Stepping inside, she saw some early patrons using some of the machines. Her enhanced vision made out every detail about the gym’s badge, and she conjured one in her pocket, the glossy lamination and plastic rectangle perfectly recreated just from a quick glance, and flashed it at the receptionist.

Mary really didn’t know where to start, so she started at the beginning. Walking to the dumbbell rack, she picked up the smallest weight. A few bicep curls didn’t even cause her muscle to flex. She waved the two pounder every which way, feeling nothing at all.

A few more steps up, and still nothing. She moved to the ones marked 55 and began to play with those. At this point, she’d caught the eye of one of the male gym rats, and he approached her.

“Hey, hey! Be careful! You could hurt yourself!” he warned her.

“Oh. Oh! I’m sorry, I’m not quite sure what I’m doing,” Mary said demurely. She looked at the bodybuilder and felt an unfamiliar flush of arousal. He couldn’t have been more than 25 compared to her 50, but 50-year-old Mary didn’t look quite so 50 these days.

“Well, you gotta be pretty strong,” he said, as he admired her muscles. “Actually, how can you have a body like this if you don’t work out?!”

“Lucky, I guess.” Mary smirked.

“Here, try this.” He did a simple curl with the weight.

“Yup, I already did that.”

“How many times?”

“I dunno, how many times am I supposed to do it?”

“Well, let’s find out.”

He handed her back the weight, and she began to curl it effortlessly. Faster and faster she went, 15, 16, 17… at some point, he could barely track her movements!

“Whoa, okay! That’s way too many. You’re really not tired?”

Mary shrugged. “Felt like I could’ve gone forever.” She actually flexed for real, allowing a smooth bulge to rise. There was no sign of perspiration or pump on her.

“Wow, girl. That’s wild. Why don’t you try a pull up?”

“Where do I do that?”

He placed a palm on her back and guided her toward a rack. “Can you jump up and grab those bars?”

“Like this?” With a little hop, Mary grabbed onto the overhead bar with one hand.

“Yeah, but use two hands! You’re gonna need it. Girls don’t have as much upper body strength as guys, you know.”

Mary did as she was instructed.

“Okay, now keep your body still and try to pull your own weight up until your chin clears the bar.”

Mary smoothly rose above the bar in an instant. “Like this?”

“Okay, now come all the way back down to hang loose and do it again.”

Rep after rep, Mary’s body ricocheted up and down. This man seemed to know what he was doing, but she still didn’t feel anything at all! “Are you sure this is right?”

He didn’t answer. He just stared at her tight read as it bobbed up and down. Even her back was sexy. He licked his lips.

“Hello?” Mary asked again.

“Oh, uh, huh. Yeah. How many was that?”

“I’m on 25 now.”

“25!? Hey, hey, come down here.”

Mary shifted to one hand and did a couple more, much to his amazement. Then she dismounted and landed silently on her feet. “Did I do okay?” she asked. “I still don’t feel anything.”

Wow… he mouthed. He put his hand on hers, laying it on thick.

“Hey babe, yeah, you did great. Would you want to go and have some coffee with me? Right now?”

Mary blushed furiously. Was this young man really asking her out?! She entertained the thought more than a little, but as he wrapped both his hands around hers and began to rub, she felt… a dark impulse flow through his body. She could see herself spread against a table, him pushing her down from behind, and beginning to unzip his belt…

She quickly removed her hands from his, and the feeling went away.

“No, I’m afraid not,” she replied curtly. “Thank you for the help.”

Still shuddering in disgust, Mary quickly made her way toward a group of women taking a class at the other end. Their class had just ended, and they all walked past Mary, single file, admiring her body. One girl approached her.

“Hey, are you a trainer here? I don’t recognize you.”

“No, I’m not. First day here.”

“Wow, last gym wasn’t working out for you or something? Sure doesn’t look that way to me! I’m Steph.”

“Hi Steph, I’m Mary. Yeah, I’m a substitute teacher. Just looking around, I guess.”

“You’re a teacher!?” Steph’s eyes grew wide as saucers. “Well, whatever you’re teaching, I wish I could get some of those lessons!” She winked.

“If you want some math, or um, biology lessons, you can call me. Want my number?”

Steph stared blankly, shook her head, then made a decision on the spot. “Okay, let me be straightforward. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Mary smiled at the shorter woman. She seemed to radiate warmth, unlike the guy who had approached earlier. Feeling emboldened, she reached out to touch Steph’s hands, sensing a strong sexual attraction and genuine curiosity towards herself from the young lady. Mary had never considered other women before, but she found that she was quite open to the idea of dating one. Besides, being suddenly interested in a woman was definitely the least weird thing to have happened to her in the last few days.

“Okay. Okay,” Mary answered, more to reassure herself than anything. She, an aging, lonely recluse, experiencing new horizons at this age? She tried to calm her beating heart. “Yes, I would like to go on a date.”

“Great!” Steph handed her phone over.

Mary quickly tapped her digits into Steph’s phone and handed it back. Steph nearly jumped with glee as she looked at those seven numbers. “I hope I get a lesson from you soon, teacher Mary,” she winked.

Mary smiled and walked out of the gym. It seemed pretty clear that there was nothing else of value there for her.



Mary’s long legs pounded the road as she made her way home from the city gym. Running at hundreds of miles an hour, she tested her agility by slipping in some cartwheels. Pushing off the ground with her fingers, she flew forward even faster, shattering the Guiness record for “longest distance cartwheeled,” if that was a thing. Landing back on her feet, she performed a long jump, flying through the air, curly waves of dark brunette hair splayed out behind her. A few more front flips, twists, and she was like a gymnast performing a tumbling routine, except over a one hundred mile distance.

On the way, she judged a one mile jump perfectly, her dainty feet landing on top of her broken down sedan, flattening the hood like a pancake. Her impact sent a shuddering shockwave echoing in a circle from her impact. Hah! Just for good pressure, she stomped on the car some more, exploding the tires as the whole thing hit solid earth. Then, she hopped off and continued her homeward journey.

When she reached the vast acreage of her run-down property, she considered changing into a more normal outfit for doing chores, but it felt like a shame to discard her gym wear even though she could probably just remake it. It was her first ever outfit, after all.

Her hypersonic travel through the house picked up all the dust that had gathered. She went to her closet, peeled off her tight, flattering leggings and crop top, all no worse for wear, and hung them up. Keeping her trainers on, which were also completely undamaged, she conjured a pair of tight jeans and a loose flannel shirt, tied off above her midriff. In that same breath without missng a beat, she ran right out of the house again, sucking up all the dust in her wake and blasting it outside.

Mary’s first stop was the tractor shed. One of the tires had long since been damaged, and it sat useless and idle for years. Leaning forward at the waist, she placed one hand underneath the chassis and smoothly lifted the whole front half off the earth, tilting it at a 45 degree angle.

She pressed it up and down, causing the heavy machinery to groan, but it still felt no heavier than the lightest weight at the gym. Using her free hand, she unscrewed the 12 tight bolts around the rim of the tractor, her hand much more powerful than any mechanical power tools could ever be. In no time at all, she had the entire thing detached.

Moving at superspeed, she grabbed the new tire that had sat in the corner for years. Before the tractor could fall even an inch, she was back in place, supporting its weight again. Mary lifted the heavy tire into place and screwed it tight with just her slim fingers.

The complex, heavy task was done in minutes. She climbed into the driver’s seat and gave it a try. The engine turned over, and she excitedly took it out for a quick drive. Everything seemed to be working perfectly!

Still, it was a bit slow for her tastes now. She killed the engine, hopped off, and lifted the whole thing overhead. The entire scene would have looked ludicrous—a piece of machinery weighing over 10,000 pounds, supported by a fit and toned sub 6’ girl. She jogged back to the shed and put it back in its resting place.

A bunch of old wire, tubing, and assorted rubbish sat in the corner of the shed. She grabbed the metal pipe and ran with it to the front of her driveway where recycling could pick it up. On the way, she idly bent it with her arms, reshaping it into a perfect circle effortlessly with her endless strength. She rubbed her fingers over the ends of it at superspeed, welding the bits together to complete the seal. Wrapping her slender digits over the join, she smoothed the piping out so that it looked absolutely seamless.

Resting it on the stone, she went back for all of the dangerous, sharp wire that was left over. Sticking her hand straight into the rusted material, it left no mark on her skin as she picked up the entire loop and threw it over her shoulder. She pinched off lengths of it with her fingernails and scratched at it, causing the rust to flake off. When she reached her circular tube, she placed various lengths down on the circle, forming the diagram once again. Only then did she regain awareness of what she was doing.

No! What is going on! She gasped when she saw the familiar, alien piece of art.

The sun was setting now. Nervous and uneasy, she headed to bed, wondering what dreams would haunt her tonight.