Growth spurts: something of a new concept. Offer some ideas.

Ok, here's the first growth spurt: idea by fonk. i will be writing about the ideas that grab me, so pitch yours as well as you can.
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Anne sighed and stirred her coffee. Here she was, stuck in a dead end town with a job that had almost no hope of breaking her into big time reporting. What did she mean almost? being a freelance reporter had its benefits, like the freedom and the open schedule. but in the backwoods of the US, stories were hard to come by. still, she made a living, which was something. She stirred her coffee, wondering when the next story would show up. she glanced into the night sky out of her window, when a bright white blurr shot out of the sky and struck into the forest. she put down her coffee, picked up her bag and walked out of the door.

her hardwearing boots trod across the dry ground towards the meteor. she took a crumpled pack of ciggarettes out of the back pocket of her jeans, extracted one, and put it into her mouth. she patted her pockets for matches, and came up with nothing. she rubbed the shoulder, clad in a white t-shirt, that bore the strap of her bag. the night was warm, so she had not taken a jacket. she didn't look like a go getting repoter, with her mousy looks and plain neck length brown hair. And she wasn't. she was pretty meek, which, she supposed, was one of the reasons she hadn't done that well in her chosen proffesion. still, she could make some notes on the meteor, take some pictures. maybe she could take a couple of samples and send them off for analasys. she had done a couple of articles for amateur astronomical journals, and she had a contact in nasa. a myterious glow attracted her attention, and she headed off towards it. it had to be the meteor. as she approached the unearthly light, her body began to tingle. she shrugged it off, and pressed on.

The meteor sat in a satisfactorally deep crater, giving off its vibrant green glow. Anne took her ciggarette from her mouth, and pressed it to the meteor. the end sprang into flames. her arm tingled more, but she put it down to the sheer weirdness of the rock. ciggarette back in lips, and smoke flowing from the end, she popped out her notebook and pencil. she put the graphite to the paper, and winced. the pencils tip snapped against the paper, and both fell to the ground. she clutched her chest. the meteors glow was now a bright light. she could feel the energy entering her body, flowing through her system. she cluched her chest tighter, and her eyes widened in shock. it was fuller than she remembered. a lot fuller. she slowly bent her neck. the white t shirt now hugged her breasts like a second skin. the shirt also tightened around her shoulders. the sleeves were straining…
SHRRRIP! Her shoulders shredded the fabric covering them. her huge, broad, muscular shoulders. she glanced down at her arms. Her biceps were big. No, they were huge. and they were growing. her stomach suddenly clenched, she could feel her abs split and grow. still her body greedily drunk in the energy. her jeans were suddenly tight and, with a loud pop, the tough fabric around her thighs vanished. Her heavily muscled legs rippled as she twisted to examine them. calves bulged in diamond shape and toughness. her shoes had tears down the backs, so she slid out her feet. her t shirt now covered just her front, only streching to the top of her deeply cut abs. the meteor had stopped glowing, and she stopped growing. astoundingly, her ciggarette was still in her mouth. she took it out and blew a plume of smoke. she flexed a bicep, placing the cig back between her lips with her other hand. she pumped up the huge muscle a couple of times, as she had seen competitors at bodybuilding contests do. "Damn, i'm huge." she flexed her other bicep. "Really huge. I wonder if this is all show?" she spotted a log, thinking she might be able to lift one end off the forest floor. she walked up to the log, her impromptu denim hot pants accentuating her huge, rock solid buttocks. squatting at one end of the log, she placed both her hands under it. she rose, and the log came clean away from the ground. she was astounded. "i must be stronger than i think. lets see now…" dropping the log with a resounding bang, she walked up to one of the colossal trees that made up the forest. placing her right palm against the ancient wood, she closed her fist. the tree splintered and cracked around her fingers. she smiled around her ciggy, and lifted. with a loud, terrible creak, the tree was torn from the ground. she quickly shifted the tree to two hands. it felt heavy, she probably couldn't lift much more. she pressed the tree over her head a couple of times, and then put it on the ground. "Time for a change of career, i think."
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