Changes Part One

Changes Part One

My name is Rhiannon and until now I was just an average girl trying to make her way through life. Ignored by most of the boys because I was too overweight for them and I'd become something of a tom boy, spending most of my time playing rugby with my friends Adam and Simon. I come from a little welsh village up in the valleys, rather out of the way but the kind of place where everyone knows everyone by name. It's the kind of place where you don't expect anything strange to happen, just a quiet, normal little village.

It was a hot summer Saturday and even at midday I was still fast asleep, wrapped up in the thin sheets like a butterfly in it's cocoon. It wasn't really a typical girls room, pictures of video game characters plastered over the walls, a dusty guitar propped up against the cupboard and cheese crusted pizza boxes laying about still not cleaned up from all day long marathon of the latest Final Fantasy. The night before I'd stayed up watching some old zombie movie on the tv only to fall asleep halfway leaving it on all night, the skinny presenter of a cooking show now chirping away in the background.

But in that tiny little bedroom something felt strange, even as I slowly opened my eyes and blinked into the waking headache I could feel it and as I yawned and stretched out the feeling only got stronger. It was as though I wasn't in my own body, granted without my glasses the world was still a blur but I could tell there was something off. My once baggy pyjamas now felt tight and I could see something strange moving under my arm as I leant over to scoop my glasses from the bedside table.

At first I didn't think anything of it, after all I was still waking up and it was often that you mind would play tricks with you. "Ugh...what the..." as I slipped on the glasses I had to blink at what I saw, power packed muscle bursting from under my skin and all that fat seemed to have drained of in the night. "I...no I've got to be dreaming, come on Rhia wake up!" I rolled over and tried to pinch myself but the skin was so tight I couldn't even make a dent. I'd never been in a gym all my life and here I was with enough muscle to put most pro bodybuilders to shame. Instinctively I slowly curled my right arm, marvelling as that mountainous vein riddled peak swelled bigger and bigger and with such a wonderful feeling of fullness and tightness I couldn't help but let a small pleasured moan escape my lips.

Filled with vigor and excitement I quickly leapt out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. I had to see myself in the mirror, see if it was all a dream or my mind was playing dirty tricks with me, but as I stood there and gazed at the Amazonian vision in the mirror my eyes would only grow wider and wider. Even before this I was already a very tall girl, broad shouldered and standing about 6ft 4 in height, however the vision in the mirror was even taller, stooping down to even fit in the bathroom as her head brushes the ceiling. My features had changed too, the rather plain looks and pale skin replaced by a woman that would make most movie stars jealous and that shaggy mess of brown squiggles had changed into a beautiful flowing waterfall of Deepest brunette that cascaded deliciously over powerful shoulders.

My hand slowly moved to my stomach, it had been so long since I'd become overweight that I didn't even remember how a firm stomach felt. My once flabby tummy was now gone, replaced by this incredible 8 pack of abs and each one was so expertly cut and sculpted it was like a work of art, a masterpiece. I could almost feel the power radiating off them as they rippled and flexed with every slight movement, my nails tracing over the cuts that felt like they were chiselled from diamond.

Then there was my chest, my eyes grew wider as I saw it, powerful throbbing pecs stretching my pyjama top as they seemed to swell bigger with every breath. Tensing up I squeezed  them together and flexed, watching as they seemed to balloon and pump up and flexing so effortlessly as they teasingly bounce beneath the taut fabric. To many this would have been a horrid sight, almost masculine as it puffs out full and firm like a hard slab of granite rock. Even as I tensed further and further I saw veins coming into play, pushing out from the surface as they engorge like thick pipes fuelling those incredible hard pectorals.

This was almost too much to bare, the more I took in of my body the more I became turned on, stroking and groping myself as I gazed into the mirror. Now I knew why many spent so much time in the gym, it was feeling unlike any other, addictive and intoxicating and I wanted more and more until I'd burst from power. My arms quickly curled into a flex, holding them up proudly as I watched those vein riddled mountains that swelled out monumentally to stretch my skin to it's breaking point. I felt about ready to rip and certainly looked like it, every curve and contour of those enormous arms coursing with power as those huge biceps swelled further and further.

I was speechless, gazing into the mirror like it was a portal to another world and yet I could feel the flexing and the tightening of my skin as muscles shifted and flexed with my every movement. I still couldn't believe it was real, surely it had to be a dream as a girl couldn't carry muscle like this, and definitely not me. Splashing some water on my face I tried to wake from the dream, trying to wake from this cruel trick that gave me for once a glimpse of real raw strength. "No this can't be..." my hand moved to my abs again, running along the cuts one more time. "can it?"

After a few minutes I'd managed to pull myself away from the mirror, soon rummaging around my clothes looking for something that would at least fit. It was a long shot but I chose an old t-shirt that was too big for me, wincing slightly as I felt it so tight across my new rippling, bulging form. It was one of those joke t-shirts, a picture of a welsh dragon with his thumb up and the words "made in wales" now stretched out across my powerful chest. I'd won it at a fair ground in Porthcawl and never worn it since. After struggling and straining I'd finally managed to pull something on, thick monstrous thighs stretching out a pair of black shorts whilst my biceps shredded the sleeves of that once baggy t-shirt.

Suddenly it dawned on me, what was I going to say to my friends when they saw me, I couldn't say this happened over night they'd never believe me. My mind was racing, finally something strange had happened in this quiet little village and I didn't even begin to guess how everyone was going to react. Surely I couldn't just walk up to them as I was now and pretend everything was normal. As much as it pained me I knew I was right, they may have been the best friends in the world but there was only one way to react to this kind of thing.

Then the doorbell went and a hand rapped on the thick wood trying to get my attention. "Rhia? You up there love?" It was Simon, my heart began to pound in my chest as I looked around my room for a way out of this. "We're gonna go play a game of rugby on the field, coming?" I bit my lip, shaking my head even though he couldn't see me. "Uh not now" I called out panicked "I'm um...sick" There was silence, I peeked out the window to see if he was gone but he simply stood there impatient. "Awww that's not good Rhia love, hey I'm coming up now"

My heart thudded in my chest as I heard the door open, the creak of the stairs as his footsteps thudded along the old wooden floorboards. I had to act fast, leaping into bed as I pulled the covers over me curling up as I watched the doorway. Any moment now... The door suddenly opened and Simon made his way in, a slender built if a little scrawny dark haired boy who always seemed to wear a cap backwards. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his combat shorts he stepped forward, his eyes fixing on my trembling form before he stood there staring. "Uh...there's something different about you."

That was an understatement but I couldn't tell him. I pulled the sheets tighter around me trying not to give myself away. "You lose some weight?" "Uh ..yeah that's right, but i'm ill simon, you should go" He shook his head drawing nearer "no that's not it, your hair...it's longer" "extensions I was trying something out" Simon shook his head again "nope it looks real to me" he said questioningly "what are you hiding Rhia?"

I looked to him for a moment, my breath heavy causing that powerful chest to rise and swell. "I...I went through some changes" I finally managed to say looking to him pleadingly as I slowly pulled back the sheets. "please don't freak..." Simon recoiled, blinking as he gazed at my new Amazonian figure, I could almost see the cogs in his mind turning, trying to work out what was going on. "Jesus christ Rhia!"

For what seemed like an eternity we both stayed quiet, Simon trying hard to wrap his mind around what was going on. "I can't believe this" he said softly "I...I thought I was the only one" his eyes fell as he looked away from me his hands suddenly moving out of his pockets. The only one? What did that mean?! I got up quickly from my bed, towering over him as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "The only what?" "Simon turned, a Cheshire grin spreading across his lips "your a mutant Rhia...just like me!"