“Come on sweetie, you can do it!” Amy encouraged her son, spotting him from behind.

She was right, too, he COULD do it.

Which was a little unsettling, honestly.

The bar held two hundred pounds.

And he was eight.

On the plus(?) side, that did confirm for Amy that WHATEVER was going on with her body was genetic, rather than caused by interfering aliens or a genie wish or something...

Probably.

Look, she could juggle trucks, writing anything out at that point felt silly.

And, to her relief, when she asked about it Rex did admit that he had been following her workouts and trying to lift for a week or two on his own. And his measurements from yesterday had been how he looked completely relaxed.


Well, relief and alarm.

The relief part was because that meant he -wasn't- even more supernatural than she was and she -didn't- have to worry about what to do with an unstoppably strong eight year old.

The alarm part was because her kids (Rex admitted that Raine had joined him after some prodding) had been weightlifting unsupervised.

She might have to reel herself back down to earth, try to remind herself that this was just supposed to be for the month; go back to focusing on being a responsible parent.

Given that she never had gotten back to sleep and didn't feel anymore tired, she had a lot more free time anyway.

That was her resolution, to stop here. She was more than big enough.

She would focus on helping other people achieve her heights until things went back to normal.

Definitely, definitely the end...



Flexed Arms: 50 inches
The Twins' Arms: 16 inches
Totally real end date of story: 28th