"Yeah. Of course I will," you replied. Knowing full well that despite your fears, she was still very much your girlfriend and you'd always be there for her, no matter what... or who she'd now become.
"Good," the doctor smiled. Patting you on your shoulder. "Well get some rest for now then. I'll be back in a little while."
And that he was. Returning a couple of hours later once you were up and walking again. The drugs having finally worn off. Leading you out of your room and down the hospital corridor, towards another room at the end of the hall. This being where Allison was.
"Are you ready?" he asked on seeing your hesitation as you stopped in front of it.
"I... I think so," you lied. Not entirely sure you'd ever be. This entire situation feeling so incredibly weird.
"Well then, on you go."
"You mean you're not coming in with me?" you asked him. Having assumed he would be.
"Me? Oh no. No," he answered, shaking his head. "She wants to see you, Tim, not me. I'm sure I'd only get in the way."
Maybe. But at least that way I wouldn't have to face her alone, you thought to yourself, before quickly realizing, What the hell am I thinking? It's Allison. My girlfriend. I shouldn't be scared to visit my own damn girlfriend! Not after the amount of time the two of you had spent together; you round at her house, or her round at yours. Having virtually lived in each others pockets these last 4 years. It being ridiculous then that you were feeling so afraid. So she looks different now. So what? The doctor said it himself; she's still the same girl underneath. The same girl I fell in love with.
With this in mind then, you gave the elderly, gray haired doctor one last little nod, took a deep breathe and then knocked on the door. Listening as an entirely unfamiliar, lightly accented voice called out in reply, "Come in." This of course being Allison.
Taking the cue, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. Finding that instead of a cute and slim, 16 year old girl laying on the bed waiting to greet you, there sat a young blonde woman with striking gray eyes, staring up at you expectantly. This not at all being what you imagined when they'd first uttered the word "bodybuilder". Expecting some sort of brute, not this incredibly attractive, almost Nordic looking women with extremely feminine features and long, platinum colored hair. The sight of which completely took your breath away. Oh my God... She's hot! Thinking for a moment that she could well be some kind of model...
...That was until you finally managed to pull your eyes away from her face and saw the entire picture. The first thing that hit you being; her traps were freaking huge! Bulging out from her neck and shoulders in a manner that you simply did not see on ordinary women (nor most ordinary men either for that matter). Her immense body making an absolute mockery out of the matching green hospital gown she was currently wearing. Looking almost like a cartoon. Thick and toned and bursting with muscle. Her forearms alone being almost twice as thick as yours and her biceps looking about fit to burst. Having never in your life seen any woman who looked anything like this. Cassandra Rousseau looking way more jacked than a lot of super buff dudes, which was astounding to say the least. Her appearance leaving you at a complete loss for words.
"Hey, Tim," Allison smiled, nervously, while you were still taking all this in. Your eyes not knowing quite where to look. At her pretty face... Those thick tree trunk like arms... or the massive pair of breasts that was currently waging war with the material of her gown. Pushing prominently outward from her broad chest. Thinking to yourself as you stared, Holy shit... She's... She's the freaking She-Hulk!
"...Tim?" she again repeated. Awaiting some sort of response.
This quickly snapping you from your daze as you awkwardly stuttered, "Soh-Sorry." Forcing your gaze back towards her face. "Sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
"Stare?" she asked, giving you that same knowing look she always did. Only this time with an entirely different face. Which was utterly bizarre to say the least. "That's... That's okay. You're not the first one and I doubt you'll be the last. Not with me looking like a cross between a Barbie doll and Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson's steroid abusing little sister." Chuckling a little as she said this, which caused the massive meaty swells of muscle to ripple and contract across her body. It being quite the display.
"Uhm... yuh-yeah. I... I guess not," you told her. Doing your best to try and calm yourself down. Your brain clearly having a hard time accepting what it was seeing. Accepting that anyone... never mind your girlfriend, could actually look like that. It being beyond freakish.
"I'm guessing the doctors didn't explain to you quite how big I was."
"No. No, they definitely did not." Having merely stated that her physique was rather "extreme". Which was certainly true.
"Well get ready I suppose," Allison warned you, tossing the covers from off her bed. "It gets worse." Revealing a set of powerful legs to match her upper half. Veritable pistons that were both long and incredibly shapely, while still of course being huge. Swinging them out of the bed as she pulled herself up. Realizing as she did that she hadn't been kidding. It did indeed 'get worse'.
"Jesus Christ!" you gasped on seeing your former girlfriend now at her full height. It being almost too much to take.
"I know," she sighed, staring down at you from up high. "I'm not only super ripped, I'm like a giant too."
Your girlfriend now being at least seven inches taller than you were. Looking to be about 6' 6" in comparison to your 5' 11". The complete opposite of what the dynamic used to be, where you had always been the taller one. Now your head just barely cleared her bosom. Having to look up at her instead of down.
"Huh... Huh-how?" you asked. "How is this even possible? Girls don't look like this!" At least you were pretty sure they didn't.
"Cassie did," she told you with yet another sigh. "The doctor's think she might be some kind of genetic anomaly. An incredibly tall girl who's body is able to gain incredible mass and musculature while still somehow managing to retain a feminine shape." Running her hands down the overly large gown then to prove this point. Showcasing the fact that this really was the case. Her waist being tiny while her hips and thighs were wide. Having all of the expected curves that clearly marked her out as a woman. Including those two impossibly large looking breasts that she was quick to point out weren't actually real. Not 100% anyway. "...I guess its hard to keep your boobs when you're doing all that intense working out. She must have gotten them done, and well... as you can see, she clearly thought the bigger the better."
No shit! you thought. Staring at those two enormous, perfectly round looking mounds that were hanging from her chest. Finding that, in a strange way, they did actually fit her massive frame rather well. Comparatively anyway. Imagining that on a normal sized woman they'd look absolutely ridiculous, but due to both her height and width of her chest, they kind of worked. Though you of course realized, that could just be your own personal love of big breasts talking. Being a boob man through and through.
"Anyway.... This is me now I guess. A big muscle bound freak." Allison's eyes dipping as she turned away and slumped back down onto the bed. The mattress groaning rather loudly due to her weight.
Though you were naturally still in shock at what you were seeing, as well as kind of intimidated by your girlfriend's immense size, you could clearly see the embarrassment in her strange new face. And even though it was strange, you knew fine well that was your girlfriend in there, behind those deep gray eyes. Hating to see her like this... to realize that you just standing there gawking at her like some sort of carnival attraction wasn't exactly helping matters. Feeling like an utter idiot then as you told her, "Allison... You're... You're not a freak. Don't say things like that."
"Really?" she inquired, looking up at you again. "Cause I kind of feel like one." Her lip trembling slightly as her eyes began to get visibly glassy. Sniffing, "I was so looking forward to seeing you... to seeing that you were alright. But now I feel like you probably shouldn't have even bothered."
"Of course I should have," you replied, taking a couple of steps closer. "What are you talking about?"
"Just look at me, Tim. I'm... I'm like some kind of monster!"
"No. No, you're not," you assured her. Quickly rushing over to the bed as she began to cry. Trying not to dwell too much on the ginormous arms that could probably crush your head like a vice. Allison clearly being under the impression that you weren't happy to see her. That your reaction to her body was one of disgust rather than shock. Having hardly done anything to dispel that and so quickly trying to make up for it now.
"You're still you, Allison," you told her. Placing a hand on top of hers. "You're still the girl I love and you always will be. No matter what you look like now."
"Really?" she sniffled. Looking back up at you again.
"Really," you nodded. Very much meaning this. "I mean, I'm not gonna pretend like this whole thing isn't a little weird, cause it totally is, but the most important thing is that you're here... you're alive. Even if you have to live this Cassie woman's life. I... I don't know what I would have done if you'd died." Adding then with a chuckle, "Besides, I'm not gonna suddenly stop liking you just because you look a little different now. What do you take me for... Randall?" Your best friend being nothing if not superficial and she knew it. This little joke having the desired effect of making her smile.
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