Yep that was a muscle alright. She flexed in the mirror and wrapped the tape measure as tightly around the peak as it would go. 18 inches. Pretty damn good for a girl. Hell, not bad for anybody. And... given that it had only been a week... Amy was a little alarmed.

Fortunately or unfortunately, not nearly alarmed ENOUGH to stop.

If anything, it encouraged her.

More weight. More time. More focus.

If week one had gotten her sixteen inch arms with modestly sized weights, then week two she'd start out with eighty pound curls... and end gargantuan.

Her body had taken to growing like water, and all that remained now was to measure the destruction... and the fun.

It occurred to her after accidentally tipping over an appliance while doing laundry and, against all odds, catching it rather than crushing her foot, she could measure exactly that.

18 Inches
One rep max, curls: 95 pounds
Heaviest object lifted: washing machine.