Having a bit of a writer's block in the Despicable Men story, so trying something new. It will be loosely based on the "Mesomorphs Girl Power" story by ogre22, Ed and Marknew that used to be on here, which I greatly enjoyed and was sad to see unfinished. As such, I'll do my very best not to have the girl grow very tall—but taller than in that story, else there's not enough space on her bones for muscles. There will obviously not be adult content with characters under 18 years old, but there will be swearing.
No, the title is not a typo—I don't like stories about fighting and punching. I have also never watched One Punch-Man.
Enjoy!
One Pinch Girl
“That weird, bald, punchy guy again,” Emma sighted as she entered the living room. The eight-year-old girl didn’t like the cartoons that her brother watched. “Ah-nuh-mei is not just cartoons, dumb brat!" was his typical response. It wasn’t easy having a brother who was twice her age, even if he didn’t look the part. Their interests were nothing alike. Emma could never watch what she wanted. Stille, she didn’t feel like getting into a fight and sat down next to her brother. “It's not fun if he always wins with just one punch,” Emma complained, “and also not possible because these monsters are huge!”
“First of all,” Erik started, “his name is Saitama. Second, he does one hundred pushups, one hundred sit-ups and runs ten miles every day. It made him way stronger than anyone. Besides, size doesn’t matter, you overgrown twerp.” It was true, she was a lot taller than other girls her age. Erik, on the other hand, was a lot shorter than other boys his age. In fact, both of them were exactly the same height. Both of them were also exactly the same weight.
“But he’s so skinny, he can’t be strong!” Emma shot back at her older brother. “What do you know about being strong? You’re just a little girl. Now shut up, I’m trying to watch. He’s about to crush another weak-ass monster with just one punch!” was his final response. Emma stormed off. She was angry at her brother. Always bossing her around and calling her names. She wished she could crush her brother with just one punch!
In her room, the young girl looked at herself in the mirror. She was on the skinny size, average at best. She tried making a muscle, but nothing happened. “How hard can 100 pushups be?” she thought to herself. “Pretty hard,” she realized after the first fifteen. Emma had started just to try it, but she kept going. Surprisingly, the young girl enjoyed how hard she had to push. Fifteen minutes later, she could barely feel her arms. She had required a few breaks, but kept going after each of them. She was not going to give up. She couldn’t see her muscles, but she definitely felt them.
Another fifteen minutes and one hundred sit-ups later, her abs were on fire as well. It was a good kind of pain. This time, she was actually surprised to see that little blocks had appeared on her tummy. The kind of blocks strong people have. She had muscles, real muscles! Of course, the young girl didn’t realize that most skinny people have visible abs, nor did she know what abs were. But thinking that she had muscles was one hell of a confidence boost.
“Next up: running ten miles!” she thought. It was only after about a few laps around the block, that she regretted this decision. Not because she was tired. Emma was completely on fire. It was just that she’d seen some other people running and all of them were skinny. None of them had muscles. She didn’t want to be skinny, she wanted muscles. Muscles to show her brother that size does matter! The young girl raced back home, grabbed the tablet and searched for “muscular leg movement”. It wasn’t too long before she saw a video of a young woman with thickly muscled legs doing something that was called a “squat”. She wanted legs like that, so Emma did that movement. One hundred times. Another fifteen minutes later, she was lying in her bed. Her arms, tummy and legs all hurt, but it was a good pain. She thought that could almost feel her muscles growing. It wasn’t too long before she was sound asleep.
In a few hours, the young girl was about to discover the concept of “sore muscles”. In a few days, she’d discover what the word “mesomorph” meant. She remembered that word because the doctor and her mom had worried about it. It had something to do with a blood test and her appearance not matching. Emma didn’t understand and therefore didn’t care. She would have cared to know, however, that today would mark the final day of being the same weight as her brother.