Amy had made it to the end.

Not any kind of 'stop', not really, but where she was was about where she was going to stay.

'Normal' had been achieved.

And after only twenty days, it was absurd to think of what normal now looked like.

Normal was being asked by every person on the street to show something off, an obvious celebrity by all standards.

Normal was keeping the showing off to a MINIMUM, not flexing to her full size, not lifting anything too heavy, just to try and slow the spread.

Normal was taking her lunch break to try and tweet something that would keep her new cult basically well behaved.

Normal was pointedly not mentioning the cult to her coworkers.

Amy wasn't sure whether they'd disapprove or join, but she wasn't hoping for either.

She wasn't a goddess.

Hell, whatever had happened to her, was clearly genetic.

Not only was she getting bigger every day, so were her kids; Rex having lifted a car well before he could drive one.

His sister was actually even stronger... if a bit less adept and flexible.

It was honestly nice to see them both take an interest in their own form of exercise.

Amy had started just wanting to get back into fitness.

Now... well she couldn't get a workout if she wanted to!

Everything was just a little too light, a little too delicate for the juggernaut she had become.

In theory, she should atrophy again and get out of shape like she had been.

Then she could do this all again!

...Although... she took the day off yesterday... and still woke up bigger today.

But growing bigger, stronger, and better forever?

Well, that could also be normal.


Flexed Arms: Yes
Limits: No