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[Mini Story] Rowing to Olympus
🕑 Added 2024-08-09 15:00:14 +0000 UTCHi hi ✨
Got a special treat for you today - a mini story that's not so mini after all!
With all the Olympic buzz in the air, I felt inspired and whipped up this first part of what I'm planning to be a three-part story. Hope it gets you in the sporting spirit!
If this tale tickles your fancy, guess what? I've got an Image Pack on this theme! You can snag it in whatever size suits you best.
Happy reading, everyone! And hey, if you've got any ideas for parts 2 and 3, drop them in the comments. Who knows? Your suggestion might make it into the story!
Tiers 3 & 4, extra images of this story are available in your folder!
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Rowing to Olympus
The sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Ethan's oars sliced through the calm waters of the Nepean River. The rhythmic splash and creak of his rowing echoed across the misty surface as he powered through his morning training session.
"That's it, Ethan! Keep that pace!" Mia's voice carried from the riverbank, where she stood with a stopwatch in hand. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and she bounced on her toes, fighting off the early morning chill.
Ethan grunted in response, his muscles burning as he pushed through the final stretch of his workout. With one last powerful stroke, he crossed his imaginary finish line and let the boat glide to a stop, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
"Time?" he called out, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Mia grinned, jogging down to the dock as Ethan guided his boat in. "You've shaved off another three seconds, love. At this rate, you'll be bringing home gold for sure!"
Ethan's face split into a wide smile as he carefully climbed out of the boat. "Couldn't do it without my star coach," he said, pulling Mia into a sweaty hug and planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Ugh, you're all wet!" Mia laughed, halfheartedly pushing him away. "Come on, let's get you dried off and grab some brekkie. I'm starving!"
As they walked towards the boathouse, Ethan's arm draped comfortably over Mia's shoulders, a few other early-morning rowers nodded their greetings. The couple had become a familiar sight at the river over the past year as Ethan trained relentlessly for the upcoming Olympics.
"So, what's on the agenda for today, Coach?" Ethan asked as he toweled off and changed into dry clothes.
Mia pulled out her phone, scrolling through their meticulously planned schedule. "We've got a meeting with your nutritionist at 10, then strength training at the gym at noon. Oh, and don't forget, we're meeting my parents for dinner tonight."
Ethan groaned playfully. "Your dad's not going to grill me about my medal chances again, is he?"
"You know he's just excited," Mia chuckled. "It's not every day your daughter's boyfriend is an Olympic hopeful."
As they made their way to their favorite café for breakfast, the streets of Penrith were just beginning to come alive. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods wafted through the air as they pushed open the door to The Rowing Brew, a quaint little spot that had become their second home during Ethan's training.
"G'day, lovebirds!" called out Maggie, the owner, from behind the counter. "The usual?"
"You know us too well, Mags," Ethan replied with a grin.
They settled into their favorite corner booth, Ethan's long legs stretching out under the table as Mia pulled out her laptop.
"Right, so I've been looking at your competitors' times from the last qualifying event," Mia began, her coach mode fully activated. "That American bloke, Johnson, he's still our biggest threat. But if you can maintain the pace you hit this morning—"
She was cut off by the sound of breaking news blaring from the TV mounted on the café wall. The cheerful chatter in the room died down as everyone turned to listen.
"We interrupt this program with breaking news," the anchor announced, her face grave. "A new virus, dubbed FMG-35, has been detected in major cities across the globe. Health officials are reporting unusual symptoms, particularly in women..."
Ethan and Mia exchanged worried glances as they listened to the report. Talk of quarantines, border closures, and potential long-term health effects filled the air.
"Bloody hell," Ethan muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. "You don't think this'll affect the Olympics, do you?"
Mia bit her lip, her eyes still fixed on the screen. "I don't know, but it doesn't sound good. Maybe we should head home and try to get more information?"
Just then, Maggie approached their table with their usual order – a protein-packed breakfast for Ethan and a veggie-laden omelet for Mia. Her usually cheery face was etched with concern.
"You two heard all that?" she asked, setting down their plates. "Sounds like a right mess, doesn't it? My daughter in Sydney just called. Says the whole city's in a panic."
Ethan nodded grimly. "Seems like it's happening everywhere. Mia, maybe we should call your parents, make sure they're okay?"
Mia was already pulling out her phone. "Good idea. Mum's always been a bit of a worrier. She's probably freaking out right now."
As Mia stepped outside to make the call, Ethan found himself staring at his breakfast, his appetite suddenly gone. The past year had been nothing but laser-focused training and preparation. The Olympics had been his dream for as long as he could remember. And now, with this virus threatening to derail everything...
He was pulled from his thoughts by Mia's return. Her face was pale, and her hands shook slightly as she sat back down.
"Ethan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mum's got it. The virus. She started feeling weird last night, and now... now she says she can feel herself changing."
Ethan reached across the table, taking Mia's trembling hands in his. "Changing? What do you mean, changing?"
Mia shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "She says she's getting... bigger. Stronger. Dad's taking her to the hospital now, but they're not sure what they can do. The doctors haven't seen anything like this before."
The reality of the situation began to sink in. This wasn't just about the Olympics anymore. This was something that could change their lives – and the lives of everyone around them – forever.
"We need to go," Ethan said firmly, standing up and throwing some cash on the table. "We'll head to your parents' place, see what's going on. Whatever this is, we'll face it together, okay?"
Mia nodded, drawing strength from Ethan's determined gaze. As they hurried out of the café, the TV continued to broadcast updates about the rapidly spreading virus.
Some days later, as Ethan's ute pulled into the driveway of Mia's parents' home in the western suburbs of Sydney, an eerie silence hung in the air. The usually bustling neighbourhood was unnaturally quiet, with only the occasional sound of a news helicopter overhead breaking the stillness.
"You ready?" Ethan asked, giving Mia's hand a reassuring squeeze.
Mia nodded, her face a mixture of determination and fear. "As I'll ever be."
They approached the front door, and before they could knock, it swung open. Mia's father, Neil, stood there, his usually jovial face etched with worry lines.
"Thank goodness you're here," he said, ushering them inside. "Your mum's... well, you'd better see for yourself."
As they entered the living room, Mia gasped. There, sprawled across the sofa that suddenly seemed far too small, was her mother, Lynette. But she was almost unrecognizable. Lynette had always been a petite woman, barely reaching 5'2", but now she seemed to fill the entire couch. Her arms, once slender, now bulged with muscle, stretching the seams of her favourite blouse.
"Mum?" Mia's voice quavered.
Lynette turned, her face a mix of embarrassment and bewilderment. "Oh, sweetheart. I'm so glad you're here. I... I don't know what's happening to me."
Over the next few hours, they watched in amazement as Lynette continued to change. By nightfall, she had grown another two inches and her clothes were straining at the seams. Neil had to run out to buy her new clothes, fumbling with size charts he'd never had to consider before.
Days passed, and the changes continued. Mia stayed at her parents' house, partly to help care for her rapidly changing mother, and partly out of fear of spreading the virus. Ethan, ever supportive, camped out in the backyard, not wanting to leave Mia but also cautious about exposure.
On the fourth day, as Mia was helping her now 6'5" mother adjust to her new size, she felt a sudden fever come on.
"Oh no," she murmured, sinking into a chair. "Ethan! I think... I think it's starting."
Ethan rushed in, his face a mask of concern. "Are you sure? How do you feel?"
Mia described the symptoms - the fever, the aching muscles, the strange tingling sensation throughout her body. It was exactly as her mother had described at the onset.
"Right," Ethan said, taking charge. "Let's get you comfortable. We'll get through this together."
The next two weeks were a blur of physical changes and emotional turbulence. Mia's transformation was slower than her mother's, but no less dramatic. Each day brought new challenges as her body reshaped itself.
By the end of the first week, Mia had grown four inches, surpassing Ethan's height of 6'2". Her athletic frame, honed from years of track and field, began to pack on muscle at an alarming rate.
"Ethan," she called out one morning, her voice tinged with panic. "None of my clothes fit. I can't... I can't go out like this."
Ethan, who had taken to sleeping on the couch to be closer to Mia, rushed to her room. He found her standing there, wearing a bedsheet like a toga, her newly muscular frame causing the fabric to strain.
"It's okay," he soothed, though his eyes widened at the sight of her. "We'll figure this out. Your dad's become quite the expert at online shopping for larger sizes."
As the days progressed, Mia's growth continued, though at a slower pace than the initial surge. She hit 6'8" by the end of the tenth day, her body a sculpted masterpiece of feminine muscle. Her once-slender arms now rivaled those of professional bodybuilders, and her legs, always strong from years of athletics, had become powerhouses.
Throughout it all, Ethan remained a constant source of support. He helped her adapt to her changing body, modifying exercises to help her maintain control over her new strength. There were moments of frustration and tears, like when Mia accidentally crushed a glass in her hand, underestimating her new strength. But there were also moments of wonder, like when she effortlessly lifted the couch to retrieve a lost remote.
"I feel like a superhero," Mia laughed one day, flexing her bicep which now dwarfed Ethan's. "A very, very tall superhero."
Ethan grinned, though Mia didn't miss the flicker of something - uncertainty? fear? - in his eyes. "You've always been my hero," he said, standing on tiptoes to kiss her cheek.
As the two-week mark approached, Mia's growth finally began to taper off. She topped out at an even 7 feet tall, her body a perfect blend of power and grace. Her mother, by comparison, had reached 6'10", her once-petite frame now a tower of feminine strength.
On the morning of the fifteenth day, Mia woke up feeling... stable. For the first time in two weeks, she didn't feel the strange tingling of active change. She stood up, marveling at how the world seemed to have shrunk around her.
"Ethan," she called out, her voice steady. "I think... I think it's over."
Ethan appeared in the doorway, looking up at her with a mix of awe and love. "How do you feel?"
Mia took a deep breath, taking stock of her new body. "Strong," she said finally. "Really, really strong. But also... still me."
As they stood there, Mia towering over Ethan in a way that would have seemed impossible just two weeks ago, the TV in the background droned on with updates about the virus. The whole world had been turned upside down, with reports of women everywhere undergoing similar transformations.
"What happens now?" Mia asked, her voice small despite her new stature.
Ethan reached up, taking her now-larger hand in his. "We adapt," he said simply. "Together."
As they stood there, hand in hand, both were acutely aware that while Mia's physical transformation might be complete, their journey of adaptation was only just beginning.
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The morning sun streamed through the windows of Mia and Ethan's apartment, casting long shadows across the newly rearranged furniture. It had been a week since Mia's transformation had stabilized, and they were still adjusting to their new reality.
Mia stood in front of the full-length mirror they'd installed, her 7-foot frame barely fitting in the reflection. She tugged at the hem of her oversized t-shirt, frowning slightly.
"Ethan," she called out, her voice tinged with frustration, "have you seen my trainers? The new ones?"
Ethan's voice drifted in from the kitchen. "Check under the bed, love. I think I saw them there yesterday."
Mia bent down, her new height making the simple act of looking under the bed a bit of a challenge. She grunted as she straightened up, trainers in hand. "Found them. Thanks!"
As she laced up her shoes, a size 13 that still felt strange on her feet, Ethan wandered in, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. He had to reach up to hand one to Mia, a reversal of their old dynamic that still caught them both off guard sometimes.
"So," Ethan began, taking a sip of his coffee, "what's on the agenda for today?"
Mia sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I've got that job interview at the gym. They're looking for trainers who can work with, well... women like me." She gestured vaguely at her muscular frame.
Ethan nodded encouragingly. "You'll smash it, love. You've always been a great athlete, and now you've got first-hand experience with the transformation. They'd be mad not to hire you."
Mia smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks. It's just... I never thought I'd be leaving track and field behind, you know? It was my whole life, and now..."
"Hey," Ethan said softly, reaching up to cup her cheek. "It's not the end of your athletic career. It's just... a change of direction. Speaking of which..."
He trailed off, looking a bit nervous. Mia raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Ethan took a deep breath. "I've been thinking. About my rowing. About the Olympics."
Mia tensed slightly. They hadn't really discussed Ethan's Olympic dreams since her transformation. The games had been postponed indefinitely as the world grappled with the aftermath of the virus.
"And?" she prompted gently.
"Well," Ethan continued, "I was thinking... maybe you could join me?"
Mia blinked in surprise. "Join you? In rowing? Ethan, I've never even been in a boat!"
Ethan's eyes lit up with excitement. "But you're a natural athlete, Mia. And with your new strength... imagine what you could do! We could train together, compete together. It could be brilliant!"
Mia hesitated, looking down at her new body. "I don't know, Ethan. What if I'm too heavy now? What if I sink the boat?"
Ethan chuckled. "We'll get a bigger boat. Come on, just give it a try. If you hate it, we'll think of something else. But I think this could be good for both of us."
Mia bit her lip, considering. The idea was tempting. She missed the thrill of competition, the camaraderie of training. And doing it with Ethan... well, that would be a bonus.
"Alright," she said finally, a smile spreading across her face. "Let's give it a go. But if I capsize us, you're not allowed to complain!"
Ethan grinned, standing on his tiptoes to kiss her. "Deal. We'll head to the river this afternoon, after your interview. Speaking of which, you'd better get going. Don't want to be late!"
As Mia gathered her things, she felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. Maybe this was exactly what she needed - a new challenge, a way to reconnect with her athletic side in this new body.
She bent down to give Ethan a quick kiss goodbye, still marveling at the height difference. "Wish me luck!"
"You don't need it," Ethan called after her as she ducked through the doorway. "But good luck anyway!"
As Mia stepped out onto the street, she took a deep breath. The world still felt a bit too small, the people around her a bit too short. But for the first time since her transformation, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this new body could open up new opportunities she'd never even considered before.
With a determined stride, she set off towards the gym, ready to face whatever challenges this new world had in store for her. And later, she'd face the river with Ethan. It was time to sink or swim - hopefully not literally.
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Comments
BarucAI
😉
BarucAI
Glad you liked it! Thanks for commenting. I'm not an aussie myself, I hope I got the slang correct 😅
Dee
oh and part 2, what happens when they have to compete against other nations? we might even get a chance to see how some of their rowers look now...
Dee
It's a bloody ripper mate, always love to see an Aussie setting. Loved the details like passing Mia the cup of coffee, and the size 13 shoes, just loved it.
BarucAI
Glad you like it! The thing is, now all female competitors are as big if not bigger than her! So let's see how she does!
Pepsi_Dose
That was a nice story, heck with a girl like Mia, they'll win the rowing competition in an instance! Enjoyed it, had the sudden FMG-35 twist.. followed by the adapting like usual turned out well and good. Enjoyed the dynamics and plot line! Definitely sounds interresting, would like to see a continuation! Thanks for the great story!
