The Secret World of Alexx Max by Hunter S. Creek I was just a below average kid until an accident changed my life Disclaimer notice: The following story contains elements of BE, growth, growing out of clothes, and GTS. It is a story about a girl who is hopefully dissimilar enough from one found in an American cable television show for me to avoid prosecution. Most of the names and bodies have been warped to change the innocent. If you are familiar with the television show, then I hope you enjoy the story and the occasional bits of parody. If you are not familiar with it then, I hope you find the story to be enjoyable enough on its own merits. Either way, constructive feedback is welcome. Depending on the response, more installments might be added to this story line. There is no sex or violence per se but, some is suggested. Therefore, if you are not yet of legal age then you should stop now. "The Secret World of Alexx Max" by Hunter S. Creek © May 1998 "I was just a below average kid until an accident changed my life. … My best friend, Kay, thinks its cool. My sister, Fannie, thinks I'm a science project. I can't tell anyone, not even my parents. I know that the chemical plant wants to find me and turn me into …" Alexx Max Chapter 1: Introduction Kay was walking home from school alone. He usually walked with Alexx but, she did not meet him at his locker as usual. He decided to cut through the park on his way home. Alexx did not live far from there. As he did he noticed a thin, little girl sulking along alone ahead of him. "Hey Alexx! Wait up!" "What do you want Kay?!" "Are you OK? You didn't wait for me at my locker. You still look awfully upset. What happened?" "I hate this school! I hate this town! I hate my life!" "C'mon, tell me what happened." He led her into a shallow thicket. Kay could tell that she was terribly troubled by something. He desperately wanted to help his best friend but, she was obviously not in the mood to talk about it. All he could do was hug her. After a few minutes of sobbing she looked up at Kay with tear-puddled eyes and forced a smile. "You’ve always been a good friend, Kay." Alexx lowered her head. However, the unimpeded view of her feet triggered another torrent of tears. She then leaned against Kay by pressing the top of her head into his abdomen. "I also hate my body!" "So, that's it" Kay whispered. "Hiya Kay!" Kay swung his head up just in time to see Wendy Peters saunter by the opening in the thicket. Wendy was in their class but, like Kay and unlike Alexx, Wendy had had a growth spurt. A recent, significant, and very three-dimensional growth spurt. Kay just stood there slack jawed as she passed. Suddenly Kay felt both helpless and incredibly awkward. When standing erect, Alexx's head barely came up to the bottom of his rib cage. Now, with her leaning against him like she was, Alexx had a close- up view of Kay standing erect. Alexx quickly lost site of Kay's feet. "Kay, I can't believe it! I've never had this effect on anyone before!" Alexx whooped. "Um …, er…, uh…, well…." "Can I touch it?" she asked. "Alexx …, maybe you …, um …" "Does it hurt? It looks awfully swollen!" "Well …, um …, it is kind of uncomfortable, Alexx." "Goodness! When we went skinny-dipping at the cottage two years ago it was nothing like this!" Kay just stood there transfixed on Wendy while Alexx continued to lean against his abdomen transfixed on what she thought was the biggest compliment that she had ever received. Wendy continued to walk away then, she abruptly turned and gave Kay a big overhead wave. As Wendy's arm waved back-and-forth to say, "good-bye", her bountiful bust began a reciprocating wave that definitely said, "hellooo!". That was all that Kay could stand. Kay had a dilemma. Alexx was his best friend and he would never do anything to spoil that relationship but, he now had a big problem on his hands (actually, in her hands) and he thought that he would die if that problem wasn't relieved SOON!! He did nothing to encourage Alexx but, he didn't know if he should do anything to discourage her either. "See you tomorrow Kay!!" Wendy shouted at the top of her ample lungs. Alexx immediately realized what had happened. She lost little time spitting out her disdain and ran off. Chapter 2: Accident Alexx ran and ran and ran. Se did not know where she was going and did not care. Her little legs gave out about a two miles later at the intersection of Pine and Ash. She stopped and leaned against a tree to pant. She could not decide whether she was angrier with Kay or herself. "I should have known better!" she sobbed. "Hey mister! STOP!" Alexx dashed out into the street just in time to snatch a puppy from in front of an oncoming truck. The driver swerved. CRASH! The fire hydrant never had a chance. Alexx was in a daze as the dog leaped out of her arms and ran off. She was barely aware of the commotion and of getting cold and wet. Her clothes and hair were soaked. She noticed little about the scene but, did note that the driver was slumped over the steering wheel and that people were trying to get him out. When he came to the driver started waving everyone away from the truck. Alexx was on the passenger side and could not hear him over the roar of the gushing water. She noted that there were several barrels strewn about the passenger side. Their contents had discharged onto the grass and were being lofted-up by the stream from the decapitated hydrant. Alexx seemed to be the only one getting wet. The driver then looked over at Alexx and started shouting. She still could not hear him but, she decided not to wait around to find out what he was saying. All she knew was that he looked angry, she probably caused the accident, and in his Paradise Plains Petrochemical Plant jump suit he looked menacing as hell! Alexx knew the layout of Paradise Plains fairly well but, this was not a familiar part of town. It took her almost two hours to find her way home. Chapter 3: Discovery Alexx was still wet when she arrived home. Luckily, her parents were both late coming home from work. Alexx's older sister, Fannie, however, was home. Fannie was always home. When she was not at home she was at class or in a lab. Fannie was the only person that Alexx knew who had less of a social life than she did. The big difference was that Fannie did not want a social life. Guys were always asking her but, she never dated. Fannie was very attractive but, she was either totally unaware of that fact or really did not care. She liked boys well enough but, never seemed to take any time for them. Puberty, although very kind to her, seemed to have been an undesired, almost unnoticed, inconvenience to Fannie. Typical! Fannie was totally nonplused by everything. Alexx on the other hand was often very emotional and saw puberty as an as yet unattained and perhaps unattainable Holy Grail. Fannie was a high school senior but, she took classes at the university because the regular curriculum was not challenging for her. Like her Dad, Brandon Irving George Max, Fannie loved chemistry. B.I.G. Max worked at the Paradise Plains Petrochemical Plant as the preeminent Project Planner: primarily his people produced personal and professional protection products. Fannie worked there on weekends and when wanted. Fannie was in her laboratory, formerly known as the garage, when Alexx arrived home. Alexx could hear her sister happily sciencing away as she crept past the garage door and up the stairs. Alexx desperately wanted to shower. Her clothes and hair were still not dry but, were getting very sticky. She also smelled like something that should be kept refrigerated but, was instead left on a radiator for a month. She peeled off her T-shirt and shorts and tossed them into a clear, plastic bag. She sealed the bag very carefully but, could not tell if it was airtight because she too smelled. She tossed the bag onto the bathroom floor and herself into the shower. It felt great! The warm water was very soothing. She watched the water pour down upon her and flashed back to the accident earlier that day. She hoped that the driver did not recognize her. She knew most of the folks at the plant through her Dad and through the various plant sponsored social activities over the years. She did not recognize the driver of that truck, however. Alexx was just starting to relax when the ceiling light flickered and went out. "That darn Fannie! I'll bet she's blown another fuse!" Fannie was a brilliant chemist but, sometimes a little short on common sense. Even though she would regularly overload the garage circuits it seemed like it was always a complete mystery to her as to why the power would go off. It was only recently that she learned how to reset the breakers by herself. Alexx stood in the darkened bathroom waiting for the light bulb in Fannie's head to tell her that she needed to get the rest of the lights back on. Speed and a sense of urgency were not Fannie's forte's either. While she stood in the comforting cascade Alexx wondered why the room was not completely dark. There were no windows. The door was closed. She could not tell if the ceiling fan was on or not because of the noise of the water. She thought that maybe the power was not out after all and that the bathroom bulb had blown. The light she saw was probably from her adjacent bedroom coming into the bathroom under the door. Alexx reached out toward the bulb and saw a flash arc between her fingers and the bulb. For a brief moment she thought about how stupid she was and that she probably had just electrocuted herself. To her surprise she was not dead and neither was the bulb! A few seconds later the bulb faded slowly and was out again. "What the hell? Light bulbs do not die slowly,” she thought. Then she noticed that the room was again not completely dark. This time she noticed the source of the room's illumination. It was the bag containing her clothes! None of this made any sense. She reached toward the light bulb again. The same type of arc flashed and the bulb again blazed. She tried to reach the plastic bag but, it was a bit too far. She tried harder and harder to get her fingers to it without wetting the floor. No luck! She shut off the water and again tried to reach for it. It moved! Not because she touched it, it just moved! This time she reached out and concentrated. Slowly but, surely the bag slid and then drifted over toward her. She was so startled that she withdrew her arm. When she did the bag dropped. This was too much. She turned the water back on and tried to drown her fear within its flow. After a few moments her pulse returned to normal and she relaxed. Alexx tried to imagine her fears melting away with the water washing over her. As she thought about the flow of water and the sound of peaceful waves at the beach; her body felt strangely weak. Fannie reached the fuse box just in time for Alexx to look in the bathroom mirror and see herself morph into a column of water. It was an incredible sight! Unfortunately two things conspired against any chance of Alexx enjoying it: the flow coming down from the showerhead and … the drain. Before she knew it she was whisked through a maze of pipes of all sizes. She traveled faster and faster at first and then slower. She flipped, swirled, twisted and squeezed through a dark, galvanized gauntlet. Meanwhile Fannie noticed that the hot water tank was firing and that she could hear water running. She went to the bathroom that she and Alexx shared and saw an empty shower with the water running. She called for Alexx but, no answer. Fannie then noticed the bag on the floor. She turned off the water, picked up the bag noted the clothes (and the smell), and tossed it into the closet. She then headed back to the lab; nonplused as always. "Holy shiiiiiiiiit!!!" was all Alexx could think as she hit the end of the line -- the effluent line that dumped into the aeration lagoon -- 100 feet below. About a third of the way down she thought about how great it would be to again be herself. Suddenly she re-morphed! About half of the way down she realized that that was not a good idea. Better to be poured than splatted. About two-thirds of the way down she was again fluid. It is difficult to move about in a fluid medium when one is also fluid. It took Alexx a while to get the hang of it. Unbeknownst to her, the water from the lagoon, once processed and treated, provided some of the drinking water to Paradise Plains. Before she knew it she was again being whisked away through one pipe after another; although, instead of getting sequentially larger, they were getting smaller. After becoming mixed with some warmer water and squeezing through an especially tight opening, she found herself surrounded by shiny, white walls and a ceiling. She decided that no matter where she was, this was her best chance to escape. She morphed and … "Alexx?! What are you doing in here?" Alexx knew that voice. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain" she stammered. "You see, I'm not really here. You just hit your head on the tub, passed out, and are dreaming things. Watch, I'll prove it. Close your eyes and count to ten and I'll be gone." The last thing that Alexx wanted was for anyone, let alone, Louis Disco, to see her naked in their bathroom. Louis was a friend, not because she liked him but, because she was a nice person and the two of them had similar rankings on the Paradise Plains High School Pecking Order. Louis closed his eyes and started counting. Alexx leaped into the sink and disappeared down the drain. When he reached ten, he opened his eyes and saw that she was correct. Louis then sat on the floor and waited to regain consciousness. Chapter 4: Secret Alexx managed to find her way home before anyone worried that she was gone. She had forgotten all about the clothes in the plastic bag that Fannie had moved to the closet. After the incident with Louis she was desperate to put on some clothes before anyone else saw her naked. She frantically scurried about looking for something to wear. Without thinking she put on one of Fannie's tops. Once dressed she looked in the mirror. She did not seem to be any worse for the wear considering her unique tour of the town. She was a sight standing there dwarfed within Fannie's clothes. "Why are you wearing that?" Fannie demanded. Alexx spun around. "I couldn't find anything else to wear," Alexx offered. "If you want to borrow something, please ask first. If you wouldn't get yourself all covered in CG611 you would have clothes to wear, you know." "What?" "I saw the news report about the chemical spill. Your clothes smell like it and … they glow. You also fit the sketchy description that the truck driver gave to the TV folks." "Well, um … how much do you know about it?" Alexx asked. "Of course the plant said that there was a spill of some harmless chemicals and that they were worried for the safety of a young girl, not because of the spill but, because the truck almost hit her. Don't forget Alexx -- I work there." "Well, what is it?" "CG611 is a very unique substance which seems to alter the biochemical and physiological properties of many organic compounds. The plant wants to use it, but can't quite figure out what it does exactly. As I said it is very unstable and unpredictable." "Tell me about it," Alexx compelled. Fannie went on to describe how mice glow and how their metabolisms change. Alexx could not wait to tell Fannie about her experience with the stuff. They decided that they should not tell their parents until they had a better handle on the situation. Fannie promised to help but told Alexx that she would need to approach it in a scientific manner. Chapter 5: Experiments "Have you tried to morph into something other than water?" Fannie asked. "No, just water. Do you think that I should?" "Try morphing into an animal," Fannie suggested. Alexx couldn't decide what she should become. She was not even sure if it would work. She concentrated on a dog but, changed her mind and thought about a cat. The result was a "dat." They both got a laugh out of it and she began to morph back just as Kay walked into the bedroom. Kay immediately passed out. When Kay awoke he was a whirlwind of questions about what he had just seen and of apologies for what had happened earlier in the day. At first Fannie and Alexx tried to convince him that he was just seeing things. After Alexx was satisfied that he was really not to blame for the afternoon's events they decided to swear him to secrecy and tell him the truth. Fannie soon returned to the garage leaving Alexx and Kay to rehash her adventure. They also played with her telekinetic powers and her ability to zap things. The most fun was had when they thought up strange things for Alexx to copy. Over the next two days, Saturday and Sunday, Fannie tested Alexx's powers. She kept careful records and measured Alexx's response to all sorts of stimuli. Happily, they discovered that when Alex was in contact with something, it too could morph. That meant that she did not have to be naked or worry too much about her clothes when she would sprout a tail or such. Morphing inanimate objects required a lot of concentration, however, and even then they did not usually morph proportionately. Chapter 6: Peter Monday morning came quickly. Alexx was almost relieved to get to school and escape Fannie's tedious experiments. Curiously, Louis Disco was not in homeroom. Alexx had a newfound confidence. She decided that if anyone tormented her she would just zap him or her. Almost on cue Wendy approached. "You know Max, when you iron a shirt you should be sure that you're not wearing it. You did a good job though. I don't see a single wrinkle or bump on your whole chest!" Alexx was ready to zap her when she realized that if she did then, everyone would see it. This was not going to be as much fun as she had thought. Alexx decided to have Wendy's books mysteriously fall off of her desk instead. As lunch approached so did Hunter (honestly, that's his name on the show). Alexx had a huge crush on him. Unfortunately for her, so did every other girl. The hall was empty except for the two of them. He did not really know Alexx so even if he saw her he would not think anything of it. She decided to follow him to see where his next class was. As she crept behind him she kept thinking about how unfair and ironic it was that Fannie grew to be so attractive but didn't care; and how Alexx hadn't grown at all. She thought about how much bigger Fannie was than she was and how ridiculous she must have looked wearing Fannie's clothes Friday night. Alexx started to daydream about what it would be like if, instead of being a 4'4" twig, she wore a 5'8" hourglass like Fannie. Alexx noticed that she was starting to catch up to Hunter. She slowed her cadence but still seemed to be going faster than she expected. She was feeling very strange and decided to rest against a locker. She slowly became aware of an overall tightness in her clothes. She had started to morph without realizing it. She looked down to see why her feet hurt but, instead of feet she was greeted by a modest front porch straining against her overmatched polo shirt. The linoleum also seemed to be a lot further away than usual. Since she stopped thinking about being like Fannie the transmogrification ceased and she shrunk back to normal. Hunter disappeared into the boys weight room. He gave no indication that he had seen a thing. Another classmate, Pete, then passed her. Pete was one of their classmates too. He was also one of Hunter's biggest teammates. Peter was probably going to the locker rooms, which were at the other end of the hall. Pete was second to no one, not even Hunter, in the looks department. He was a huge kid for his age, about six feet tall and 220lbs. The biggest problem was that not only was he a microcephalic mouth- breather but, Peter was also an egotistical jerk. “Out’my way short-stuff," was all that he said as he roughly pushed past a stunned Alexx. Alexx had been caught completely off guard and did not say anything-comprehensible back to him. Pete just smiled down at her with a very condescending smile, shook his head, and continued toward the locker rooms. Alexx quickly gained her composure and started off after him. "I'll zap him good!" she thought, "or, maybe I'll telekinetically trip him into a locker and slam the door." Then she thought about a better type of revenge, "I'll bet he wouldn't treat a 'babezilla' like that." She concentrated and concentrated. Slowly it began. Kay had been looking for Alexx and turned the corner just in time to watch the show. For Kay time seemed to slow to a crawl as he watched. With each step Alexx's body stretched and bulged and tightened. Kay could see her skinny, shapeless legs begin to lengthen. Inch by inch they grew; almost an inch with each step. At first her armpits were even with the height of the doorknobs to the dozen or so rooms that flanked her path. Soon her navel and then her hips were at that level. They kept growing. As her inseam approached 36 inches her crotch cleared the doorknobs. At first she had to scurry along to keep up with the almost six foot Peter. Soon, however, she matched him stride for stride and then started to gain on him. For a moment there she was quite the sight -- a small shapeless trunk atop two long, string-bean legs. Alexx then concentrated on her upper body. She wanted to be proportional but, leggy. Once she had finished morphing her y-axis, Alexx concentrated on her x and z-axes. Her jeans and polo shirt had trouble keeping up with her height growth but now she really put them to the test. Firm bulges began to sprout at her calves and thighs. The denim began to strain under the superior, unyielding force. Kay could see her gastrocs and hamstrings flex and relax in a wondrously tantalizing cycle that repeated and intensified with each step. Next he could see her triceps, lats, and deltoids widen and tone. Even though Alexx was now much closer to Peter than to Kay, Kay could no longer see Peter: he was eclipsed. As her gait gained speed and her body grew ever larger, Alexx began to resemble a hulking, sleek predator about to pounce. Kay was still behind Alexx and for a few moments could not see anything else happen with her body. Alexx must have decided to give her jeans a break because she left herself with a tiny but, rock hard butt on which one could probably crack walnuts. Kay assumed that she must have finished morphing but, then he realized that he had probably missed the coup de grace. The hint was that he could see that her polo shirt was becoming completely un-tucked from her jeans and riding up her back. Just as Pete reached the door Alexx caught up with him. "Hey buddy, what's your rush?" she purred. "Practice!" he grunted. Peter was facing the door and about to open it when he felt one powerful hand hold it shut and another spin him around. As she turned Pete clockwise she pivoted counter-clockwise to face him. Although she had planned on growing to a height approaching Peter's, she now noticed that she had over-shot the mark a bit. Alexx had planned on confronting Peter eye-to-eye. Instead Alexx found herself looking down at a teen on the verge of shock from a testosterone surge overload. Peter had never seen such an incredible woman! Peter's entire field of view was filled with nothing but bulging female pulchritude. Meanwhile Kay could now see what he had missed. Between her pecs and her breasts Alexx's bust now extended almost two feet out in front of her. The bottom edge of the polo shirt barely covered her palm- sized areola. Alexx had never before held the upper position when dealing with a guy. Usually, if one spoke with her at all, she was the one looking up; the one backed against a locker or a wall; the one handing over her lunch money; the one acting all nervous. She liked having some power for a change and decided to have some fun with it. "Wh-wh-who are you?" he stammered. "God, he's cute," she thought as she slowly stepped closer to him, backing him against the door, "but, he's got to be taught a lesson." "I'm new to this school," she teased. Alexx slowly reached over Peter's head with one huge arm and then the other. She then positioned both of her hands at the top of the door and leaned slightly forward. She couldn't help but notice that her arms each had a larger circumference than Peter's neck. With her arms arched her over him like that, Kay thought Peter looked like a troll trapped under an imposing stone bridge. Alexx decided that Peter still was not intimidated enough. She tensed her powerful arms, shoulders and pectorals and slowly bent her elbows as if she were beginning the down-going phase of a push-up. This maneuver brought her massive bust closer and closer to Peter's nose and placed more and more pressure on the sleeves and buttons of her shirt. POP! POP! RRRRIIIIIIPPP!!! Her shirt finally surrendered. She continued leaning in towards him. It sent a shiver down both of their spines when the cleft between her warm, billowing breasts pressed against the perspiration-cooled tip of his nose. As she held her position Alexx could feel the exhaust from Peter's nervous panting escape out the bottom of her cleavage. She then leaned into him just a bit more and whispered, "I'm looking for a big man to hang with". Peter's entire body shuddered as he felt Alexx's huge breasts gently mash into his face and her whispered breath sweep along the top of his head. As she spoke Alexx could feel the tempo of Peter's panting suddenly quicken, and then slow. Alexx then slowly extended her arms, pushing herself up an away enough so that she could again see Peter's face. He looked like a small rabbit that had just been caught in the headlights of a jumbo jet. Alexx then leaned over a bit further to see the size of his hard-on. She was curious to see how Peter compared to Kay but instead of seeing his legendary "huge peter"; she was met with only a small, wet, spot. "I heard that you were the biggest," she lilted. Peter mutely nodded as he tried to recover some semblance of his ejaculated dignity. Alexx decided to go for the kill. She again slowly flexed her massive arms and leaned in on a glide path toward lip-to-lip contact. Peter was agog. He lost no time closing his eyes and bracing himself for heaven. Alexx then stopped short, leaving Peter puckering and un-puckering like a grounded flounder. "I guess they were wrong, short-stuff," she skewered. Alexx then stood up, smiled down at him with a very condescending smile, shook her head, and ducked into the girl's locker room just as the bell sounded. Chapter 7: Aftermath Peter went home. Kay went off to find some private space for awhile. Alexx quickly returned to normal. Morphing to a size greater than her own had made her extremely tired and hungry. Luckily, it was lunch period. She usually ate with Kay and Louis but neither was around. She was ravenous. Wendy and her clique of Storm Troopers grabbed a nearby table. They did not waste any time in tormenting the "lesser beings" around them. Unfortunately "little Alexx" was one of their favorite targets. "Now what happened to your shirt, Alexx? Did you try to beat it flat with a rock? Well, it worked! Ah ha ha ha!" Alexx's shirt did look a bit disheveled. She had tried to morph it back into shape but it did not cooperate very well. Alexx then noticed a mild commotion rise from Wendy's hit squad. They were all looking and whispering and discreetly pointing at something behind Alexx. She turned and saw Hunter's team enter. Player after player strutted into the cafeteria wearing only their shorts and jersey tops. They were led by Coach "Bull" S. Bannon. Coach Bannon was a former Marine who, although he retired, never quite left the Corp. Alexx knew that the female teachers were all strangely attracted to him. So was she for that matter. He was the ultimate strong, silent type. Silent that is except for his omnipresent whistle. Even when he acted as a substitute teacher for other classes, such as Math or English, he never took the whistle completely out of his mouth. Suddenly Alexx heard a whistling tirade. To Alexx's horror Coach Bannon's target was Hunter. Poor Hunter's milk tipped over, fell off of his tray and onto the coach's shoes. Now Hunter was being expelled from the cafeteria without lunch. Alexx saw her chance. She scooped up her tray and whisked it out of the cafeteria. Hunter was sitting alone on the floor in the hallway. Alexx nervously approached him. He looked up. His friendly smile melted Alexx's nervousness away. "I can't believe that he threw you out without any food!" Alexx gushed. "Well, I guess I deserved it," Hunter replied. "It was an accident. He had no right to do that to you!" "He's the coach. He can do anything he wants to do. Besides, who's going to stop him?" "Well someone should!" Alexx offered Hunter the rest of her lunch. He politely declined at first but eventually accepted her hospitality. They chatted for the rest of the period. Although they had been in the same class since kindergarten, they had not been very close since the sixth grade. That seemed to be the year when everyone segregated into cliques. The bell rang. "Well, it's been great talking with you, Alexx." "Yes, same here." Hunter stood and offered his hand to help Alexx up. Just then Buffy Malloy bounced by them. She grabbed Hunter by the hand and before he knew what hit him, whisked him off around the corner leaving Alexx still sitting there. Alexx wondered if she would ever get another chance to talk with Hunter one-on-one. Chapter 8: Coach Coach Bannon left the cafeteria alone. Alexx saw him head back toward his office. She followed him. Coach Bannon had a reputation as a lady's man. Alexx decided to take advantage of that. She stepped into the girls locker room and morphed herself into a 5'6", 34-24-36 body. She then carefully morphed her face to look about 25 years old. She stood outside of Coach's door and listened to be sure that he was alone. All she could hear was Coach Bannon humming to a phonograph that was playing old military marches. She knocked on the door. When he answered the door his frown quickly changed to a grin -- a rather disconcerting grin. He invited her in to his office and then closed the door behind her. Alexx introduced herself as a new teacher who was hoping to get to know him better. She pointed out that she had witnessed his outburst in the cafeteria and wanted to help him control his temper. Coach didn't care who she was. He was not going to take unsolicited advice from anyone; especially not from a woman. According to Coach women were only good for one thing and that one thing did not require much in the way of talking … nor the removal of his whistle. Alexx found herself in a position that was not part of her plan. She only wanted to talk with him about being a bully to his students. He did not want to hear it. When she protested, he bullied her. He then threw her onto the couch and hopped on top. He soon had one of her arms and both of her legs pinned. With her free arm she slapped his face. That really angered him because she had knocked the whistle out of his mouth. Now he had all four of Alexx's extremities pinned. He hovered over her … grinning. The whistle just hung from his neck, swinging back and forth, mocking her. Alexx did not know how far he had planned on going with her but she was not about to wait and find out. "You're pretty tough when you're up against someone smaller than you," she chided. "Yeh? Well there just ain't no one here my size little lady." "I wouldn't bet on that," she challenged. "Huh?" Coach's dull eyes scanned the room. "I don't see no one." "Well, you just never know when you're about to pick on the wrong person. Do you!" Alexx concentrated on becoming bigger, much bigger. Bigger even than she became when she was with Peter. She envisioned herself quickly growing to seven or so feet tall. She thought about Coach's look of confidence as he continued to pin her. She then thought about how that look would change to confusion and then to awe, as she would start to grow and Grow and GROW while still lying beneath him. She imagined her thighs bulking-up more and more until they were bigger than his waist. She envisaged that her arms would swell and bulge until they were bigger than Coach's head. She became excited with the notion of having him and his damn whistle become lifted up and away from her face as her surging pecs and breasts swelled her chest to bigger and Bigger and BIGGER proportions! Alexx imagined the look of fear when she would finally toss his relatively puny, little body off of her new huge, hulking form. Then she would slowly stand up. She would position herself directly in front of him and gradually and steadily rise higher and higher, forcing him to crane his neck further and further back in order to see her face. Alexx wanted to see his face register nothing but, abject terror, as she would then pick him up by the collar with one massive arm. She would then use her other mighty arm to play peak-a-boo. She would do that by holding it between their noses so that Coach would see nothing but bicep when she flexed it and nothing but her angry blue eyes when she relaxed it. Alexx would then wedge Coach's chin into her cleavage so that he would hang there from her chest with his feet unable to touch the ground. She would then grab him with both powerful hands and shake him until he promised to lay off of Hunter. Unfortunately, … that's not what happened. Alexx tried as hard as she could but she just could not grow any larger than her current 5'6". She was still exhausted from her earlier experience with Peter. Maintaining, never mind expanding, her current form was just too much. Now she had done it. She was trapped. All because of her own stupidity! Alexx did not think that Coach looked like the rapist type. But, then again, she didn't get out much. Since she could not outsize him she figured that she had better try to outsmart him. She thought about morphing into a snake or a rat or something else that was small but, scary. Alexx had once heard that Coach was afraid of spiders but so was she and the thought of becoming one just gave her the willies. Just then Alexx spotted a photograph on his desk. Alexx instantly morphed her face into the scariest thing that Coach Bannon could have ever imagined seeing in that particular time and place. He jumped up, shrieked, and ran out of his office. Alexx walked over to the desk, picked up the picture, studied it for a moment and thought, "gee, Mrs. Bannon doesn't look THAT bad!" Chapter 9: Telephone "It's for you Alexx!" Mrs. Max shouted. "I'm really tired Mom. Who is it?" "Some guy named 'Fisher' or 'Trapper' or something!" None of those names sounded familiar to Alexx but, since phone calls from guys were rather scarce, she decided to crawl out of bed and see what he wanted. "Hi Alexx!" "Um, hi!" "Sorry to call so late but, it was kind of difficult finding your telephone number." "Who is this??" she thought. "I hope that you don't mind." "Oh. No. Not at all. I'm glad you called." "I'd probably be even more glad if I knew with whom I was speaking.” "Well, you were so kind to me at school…" "No, it can't be…" "and I really didn't get a chance to thank you then…" "Oh my God, can it be…" "so I thought I'd call and thank you now." "I think it is!!" "So, um, thank you for your kindness and for the lunch." "Yessssss!!!!" "Well, of course you're very welcome. It was the least I could do after the way you were treated." "Well, speaking of treats…" "What?" "I was wondering…" "Can this be what I think it is?" "if you would allow me to repay your kindness…" "Please God, oh please, please, please…" "and let me take you out for something on Saturday?" "yes, yes, yesssss!!!" "That would be great Hunter!" she beamed. "Great! Tell me how to get there and I'll be by your house about 5:00. OK?" "OK!" Chapter 10: Date The rest of the week flew by in no time at all. Alexx walked on air the whole time. Nothing bothered her. She did not see much of Hunter but, she did not mind. She would have her chance to spend time with him on Saturday. All was right with the world. Except that she couldn't help but wonder where Louis Disco had been all week. Saturday finally came. Alexx was nervous about everything! Her hair, her clothes, her shoes, what she would talk about, etc. She decided no to wear her training bra because of the fact that she had nothing to train. She selected a cotton blouse and jeans. Five o'clock sounded. No Hunter! Alexx went into overdrive panic mode. Hunter was thirty seconds late. They were probably the longest thirty seconds of her life. He looked great. So did she. As they walked the several blocks to "Johnny's B. R. Grille" she wondered if Hunter felt awkward walking along with a date that was so much shorter than him. She was tempted to do something about it but knew better. The last thing she wanted to do was let him now that she was a freak. Besides, he had asked her out for who she was; not what she could become. As they arrived at Johnny's, Alexx could see that the place was packed. It was a nice, fun place with good food but not the type of place that took reservations. Hunter looked at Alexx sheepishly, almost apologetically. "Wow! Is it always this crowded?" Alexx wondered. "It's a popular place but, it's not usually like this." They scanned the large restaurant and then joined the queue waiting for tables. It did not look promising. The hostess estimated a 50 to 60 minute wait. "Hey, Hunter!" a voice boomed. "C'mon over here!" It was one of Hunter's teammates, Roger. He and a group of five other friends had a large table over to the side. This was not what Alexx had planned. She wanted to be alone with Hunter. Furthermore she did not want to have to deal with his teammates. Most of them gave her enough grief when they were at school. Still … they were his friends and she felt that she should give them the benefit of the doubt. Hunter looked down at Alexx and could see that she was apprehensive at best about the idea of sharing. "Alexx, would you mind waiting here and hold our spot for a second?" Alexx nodded. Hunter hopped the brass railing and went over to his friends. He was there for only a few minutes when he returned to Alexx. "Well, do you want to wait another quarter-of-an-hour for a table of our own, or do you want to share?" What could she say? Here was her dream guy asking her to sit with his friends. And, he was being extremely polite. "I really don't care, Hunter. Either would be just fine." "Let's leave our names and join my friends for a little while. They are very eager to have you come over." They gave Hunter's name to the hostess and joined the gang. Introductions were made all around. Alexx did her best to be gracious and of good cheer. It was somewhat painful to her, however, that all of them had been in her class for years but they did not seem to realize it. Still, they were being extremely polite to her. The conversation drifted from one topic to another. Alexx dutifully feigned interest. Inevitably the subject of Wendy Peters was broached. An obvious dichotomy of opinions immediately erupted at the table. The guys took the "pro" side and the girls took the "jealous" side. After listening for only a few moments Alexx started to daydream about her bitterest enemy. Of course it had not always been that way. Wendy had been one of Alexx's best friends for several years. Wendy had always been a good kid. She was not very worldly, attractive, or bright, but a good kid. Like her relationship with Louis Disco ("Where is he anyway?!" Alexx wondered) Alexx's relationship with Wendy was founded on having comparable social rankings at school. Unlike with Louis, it was forged on common interests (e.g. both loved dance) and genuine friendship. That is, until last fall. Chapter 11: Wendy It all started a year or so ago when Wendy naively got into a stolen car with her sixteen year old older brother and some of his friends. They were all caught joy riding in it. Instead of fighting the charges in court, Wendy's parents opted to send her to some kind of "Boot Camp" for troubled/troublesome kids. The objective was to make her more responsible, more aware; and, to help her develop into a better young lady. It worked, while she was away Wendy developed into an awesome young lady. It was not long after her return to Paradise Plains that word of the "new Wendy" spread to every male in the school. Her classmates began referring to Wendy's period of detention as "Boob Camp". Wendy thought that phrase to be insulting, not because it was crass but, because it was too narrow in scope. The phrase did not include anything about some of her other very impressive assets. If someone used the phrase "Boob Camp" in her presence Wendy would hold the bottom of her shirt taut with her left hand, arch her back, thrust her pert 44EE's at them and triumphantly say, "why, yes, I did go to 'booby camp'! And, I enjoyed it so much, and did so well, that they invited me back for seconds!” Wendy would then slowly bend over at the waist and give them a carefully choreographed wiggle with her beautiful, dancer's buttocks. She would then announce, "but, you see, I also went to booty camp". Next Wendy would slowly stand up and curl the knee and hip of one of her long, lean legs. She would then gradually uncurl her knee so that her foot gently rested against their chest. Slowly she would let the tip of her shoe brush down along their abdomen and groin until she would eventually rest it on their thigh. Wendy would then add, "and, of course, I went to leg camp too!” If they had not melted, cum, or fainted by this point, she would go for the kill. Wendy would first slowly ball up the bottom of her shirt in her left hand, lift it up, and hold it in front of her more than ample bust. She would then use her right hand to gently tug down on her pant waist. She thus would reveal a perfect, well-muscled innie that was shaded by the underside of her huge, firm breasts and underscored by a tan line (sometimes). Wendy would then coyly add, "and, well, you know, other places!” Very few guys at school could make it through that last part. Alexx did not really begrudge Wendy her incredible looks. She was actually quite fascinated by her; sometimes fixated. Alexx often wondered about what it must have been like for Wendy at that camp. "Was Wendy surprised by her sudden growth? Scared? Happy? Maybe she experienced all of the above in sequence. How big had she gotten before she started growing out of things? What did she grow out of first? When did the guys at camp first notice her blossom? How did Wendy first respond to their attention? How much had she grown before her shyness changed to confidence and then to arrogance?" It was the point of that last question that Alexx resented: the complete personality change that her former friend had undergone. As Alexx saw it, "as Wendy's breasts ballooned, so did her ego". The fact that Wendy was forced to hang with such a tough, cynical, and worldly crowd at the camp probably did not help. The Wendy that Alexx knew was quiet, and shy and unassuming. Wendy2 was HOT, and she knew it. Wendy2 had little desire to hang with the likes of Alexx; and told her as much. Wendy used to be afraid of guys. Now she was an acetylene flame to moths; burning through one guy after another and leaving nothing but ashes. Alexx remembered that Kay too had been one of her earlier victims but, like so many others, he kept coming back for more. Chapter 12: Trouble During the course of the conversation Alexx learned that every guy at the table was helplessly lusting after Wendy. Hunter would not admit it at first out of politeness to Alexx but, he too was infatuated with Wendy. As their discussion grew more intense the guys seemed to become oblivious to the girls. Each became more and more candid and frank in their discussion about Wendy. Alexx learned much more about Hunter, and what he wanted in a girl, than she wanted to know. Hunter suddenly realized what had happened with the conversation and immediately turned his full attention to Alexx. He felt terrible and apologized profusely. He then completely ignored everyone except Alexx. Alexx was smitten. As they chatted Alexx could detect the faint odor of cannabis wafting over from some older kids at the next table. Not long after that she could hear the wail of a siren. A plainclothes officer sitting nearby had called for back up. Since they had suspected that Johnny's had some pot-using patrons the police were just around the corner waiting for just such an opportunity. Panic ensued as the police entered. Kids scrambled in every direction looking for an escape. The police were waiting at every exit. In their haste the users threw their still lit roaches as far away from themselves as possible. Unfortunately, one landed next to a flammable curtain. Now pandemonium ensued. Alexx concentrated on the curtain rod at the top of the window. She telekinetically made the entire curtain fall through the window and out onto the sidewalk. Even though there was no more fire inside the building it was still dangerous because of the hysteria. Hunter grabbed Alexx's hand and led her to the back hall. He thought that they might be able to jump out of the window. When they got to the window they saw that it was barred. Behind them they could see a crush of people bearing down on them. Alexx discreetly zapped the overhead light causing it to burn out. She grabbed Hunter's hand and morphed the two of them into water. They then flowed out of the window, down the alley, and into the park. Chapter 13: Truth When she felt that they were a safe distance away from Johnny's she steered them to an area within a group of bushes. Alexx morphed herself and Hunter back to normal. She thought that it had been great fun! Hunter was terrified! He kept patting himself all over in order to be sure that he was solid again. "Don't worry," Alexx giggled, "you're perfectly alright." "Wh-wh-what happened to us?" This was Alexx's big, defining moment. She still had an opening through which she could duck and feign ignorance. If she told him the truth it would be a disaster if he weren’t trustworthy. If she lied then, any hope of a relationship, no matter how slim or remote, was finished. Alexx took a deep breath and anxiously looked up at Hunter. Alexx stared at him and concluded that Hunter had wonderfully honest and compelling eyes. Since she was a girl, she devised a typically logical plan to test him nonetheless. She stepped forward and embraced him. She was considerably shorter than he was but, she was able to encircle his waist with her arms and lock the tips of her fingers together behind him. She then waited. According to the rules of her test: If Hunter did nothing then, there was no hope and she would just leave after espousing ignorance. If he gave her a wooden, emotionless hug then, she would briefly enjoy the moment but, still deny everything. If, however, he hugged her back like someone who really cared then, she would spill her guts and take her chances. She literally glowed when he hugged her torso with one arm and gently placed his other hand on the back of her neck. "Well, you see," Alexx started fidgeting, "we were trapped and there was no way out and I needed to do something and morphing the two of us was the only plan I could think of." "Y-y-you mean that you did that?" "Well, yeah, I did. I hoped that you wouldn't mind. I just wanted us to get out of there safely." "H-h-how'd you do that?" Alexx spent the next few minutes telling Hunter about the accident and her ability to move objects telekinetically and to zap things. She was about to get to the part about her ability to morph into forms other than water when she could feel Hunter's groin begin to morph. "What else can you d …" Alexx became very happy. This time a guy was saluting her and only her! "Was it my hug? Was it the revelation of my powers? Was it …" "Hiya, Hunter!" "Goddam it! Not again!" Alexx broke free and turned around to see Wendy's unmistakable silhouette bounce across the setting sun. Alexx then looked at Hunter. He was staring straight ahead; completely mesmerized by the sublime apparition 25 yards before him. Alexx was incensed. "I'm not going to lose him now! Not after I just told him everything! If a body like that is all that he wants then, that is what he shall get!" Chapter 14: Hunter Alexx was bound and determined to win Hunter back. Even though he was standing directly in front of her, Alexx could see that he was a million miles away. Alexx decided that she would have to beat Wendy at her own game. Alexx was 4'4". The top of her head came to the middle of Hunter's sternum. The last time Alexx noticed, Wendy was almost the same height as Hunter, 5'9". "… And, with her luck, she’s probably still growing too!" Alexx thought. The interesting difference was that Wendy's inseam came to the top of Hunter's hips. Wendy sported 44EE's. Alexx sported … nothing. Alexx again looked up at Hunter. He had not yet returned from planet Wendy. Alexx decided that she would not bother to morph her clothes along with her body this time. Slowly it began. Her legs stretched and stretched, causing her jeans to gradually ride higher and higher up her calves. The small circumference of material at the cuffs soon became very tight and uncomfortable. Before long she could feel the top of her head brush against Hunter's chin. Even that did not alter his gaze toward Wendy! Alexx moved just to the side of his line of vision and continued to grow, up and Up and UP. Alexx's arms also started to grow. Longer and longer they stretched until the half-length sleeves of her blouse became quarter-length and then eighth-length. She again hugged the still transfixed Hunter and noticed that their noses were about even and that instead of barely reaching finger-tip to finger-tip, she could grab both of her still skinny elbows while wrapped around his chest. Alexx's inseam was now about even with the top of Hunter's belt buckle. Alexx decided that it was time to snatch Hunter from Wendy. Wendy was almost out of sight anyway but Alexx wanted the satisfaction of earning Hunter's attention while Wendy was still visible to him. While maintaining her hug she decided to do something about her mass, or lack of same. "Breasts or muscles; which should I grow first?" she wondered. The answer was actually fairly obvious. Wendy was well toned but, not a muscle girl. Hunter would definitely prefer breasts but, first Alexx had better grow some muscle; otherwise she'd be just "boobs on a stick" and would not be able to stand up. Alexx held Hunter tightly around his chest while small ripples of muscle started to form in her calves, thighs, back, shoulders, and arms. Soon the small ripples pooled into larger and larger lumps. "Achooo!!" Alexx's entire body convulsed as she sneezed. Without realizing it, her increasingly powerful arms had tensed so hard that they almost squeezed the air out of Hunter's chest. Hunter was obviously startled. It felt like a linebacker had just tried to grab him and slam him to the ground. He suddenly remembered Alexx and immediately looked down to where her head used to be. He was startled to see that her head was no longer there. He then followed the contour of the torso that had mysteriously taken its place against his chest. Hunter's gaze continued slowly upward until it was met by Alexx's baby blues. "Hi there," Alexx grinned, "looking for someone?" "Wh-what happened to you?" "Oh, nothing. I've just been standing here growing while you were staring at Wendy." "Wh-what?" "Well, before your attention zoned, I think that you had started to ask me what else I could do. Well, you didn’t finish, and you stopped listening so, I thought that I would demonstrate. You're looking at just part of what I can do." "Just part? What else can y …" "I think that you're going to really, really, really enjoy this." With that, Alexx's nonexistent breast nubbins began to stir. Alexx's vertical growth and modest muscle morph had already placed a strain on her blouse but the buttons were still intact. Alexx took Hunter's right hand and placed it on her blouse directly over her right nipplet. "Here, feel this!" she offered. "I don't feel anything." "Just wait," she challenged. Alexx started to think about breast growth. With nothing to feel, Hunter's mind naturally started to wander toward Wendy's chest. Ironically, so did Alexx's. Both began to imagine what it must have been like to go from nipplets like hers to magnificently monstrous mountains of breast flesh in such a relatively short period of time. "Would having breasts grow naturally feel different than having morphmams?" Alexx wondered to herself. "I think I feel something, Alex," Hunter skeptically reported. "I wonder how many bras and tops Wendy went through while she was away at boob camp." "I-I-I think I can definitely feel something." "Did she literally bust out of any of them? Maybe while sleeping? While jogging?" "It's about the size of a golf ball!" he announced. "When it first started, did Wendy have any inkling of how big she would eventually become?" "God, this is great! I can barely cup my hand over it now!" Hunter exclaimed as his pulse quickened. "How long was she there before she started growing so much?" Hunter then forgot all about Wendy. Alexx, or at least her right breast, now had his full attention. Hunter repositioned his hand slightly so that his middle and ring fingers were on either side of her nipple; tenting the soft material over it. He continued to feel a gentle, firm pressure push out toward his palm. He responded by softly and rhythmically squeezing both fingers together against her nipple, thus sending waves of pleasure through Alexx's softball-sized breast. This was actually the first time that anyone had ever stimulated one of her breasts. She decided then and there that it would not be the last! Hunter could no longer contain her billowing breast within his hand. Her blouse was stretched taut, buttons straining to bust free. Hunter looked at Alexx, smiled a sheepishly mischievous smile, and brought his left hand next to his right over the top of her now cabbage-sized mammary mound. Hunter now had his thumbs on either side of her fingertip-sized nipple. He began to gently roll the cotton material of her blouse back and forth against her nipple, causing it to engorge more and more. This also caused Hunter to engorge more and more. A fact not unnoticed by Alexx. She placed her hand over his stirring member and tried to see if she could help it along a bit. She was thrilled to feel that it wouldn't need much. Her buttons were starting to really strain. Hunter then placed one hand on each breast and leaned forward, mashing them slightly and only taking a minimum amount of pressure off of the buttons. His unexpected shift in weight almost knocked Alexx backwards but, she compensated by growing more muscle. Hunter could now tell that Alexx's blouse was about to bust wide open. The threads holding the buttons were stretched to their limit. He decided to release the pressure that he had been supporting. When he did, her volleyball-sized breasts suddenly buoyed forward no longer restrained by anything but the poor, unsuspecting buttons. Pop! Poppitty-Pop! The magnitude of the sudden tittie-surge startled both of them. Alexx was initially proud and then, a little embarrassed to be standing topless in the park. Hunter quickly removed his oxford shirt and offered it to Alexx. He even offered to button the buttons. Hunter thoroughly enjoyed the feeling as his hands brushed against her still burgeoning breasts as he tried to force each button through its hole. The shirt looked a lot better on her than it did on him. The front tails of the shirt hung down about a foot out from her waist. They both thought that it would be fun to see if his shirt could contain what hers could not. Alexx was definitely turned on to the idea. Alexx could tell that busting the buttons off of her blouse had really floated Hunter's boat. She could not wait to do the same thing to Hunter's shirt. She decided that a much better effect could be had if she could bust not only his buttons but also, the sleeves and yoke as well. That would require more than ballooning her breasts, however. Her breasts continued to expand. So did her pecs, lats, deltoids, triceps and biceps. As she hulked, Hunter's shirt tightened. Hunter only had finished the bottom half of the buttons. He didn't notice the ongoing muscle growth because he was desperately trying to get the remaining buttons fastened. Each was more difficult than the last because of the increasing bulk within the shirt. He soon gave up. As the remaining buttons started to reach their limit Hunter clutched the bottom edges of the shirt and held tight. He wanted to delay the inevitable and thereby maximize the effect. Alexx's burgeoning breasts started growing along the path of least resistance and, therefore, welled upward. Alexx could now rest her chin on top of her breasts. Soon she could barely see over the top of her basketball-sized mounds. The buttons were still intact but Hunter was having greater and greater difficulty holding the edges of the shirt together. The pressure within the shirt was building and building to enormous proportions. The buttons began to gap. The seams began to gap. Alexx could tell that Hunter would probably give out before his shirt did. She decided to help him maximize the experience. She began to grow more and more muscle mass in her shoulders, chest and arms. Just as Hunter was about to lose his grip Alexx grabbed the edges from him with her powerful hands and told him to stand back. It was only now that he realized that Alexx's muscles had grown so much larger than his own. Hunter was absolutely stupefied with anticipation. "Ready?" she asked. Hunter was totally agog. "Set!" Hunter simply stared slack-jawed at the incredibly busty hulk stuffed into his relatively tiny shirt. "Unnngghh!!!" It was like watching a bomb explode in slow motion. The sleeves and side seams stretched, then puckered, then gapped, and then flew apart in every direction. A busted button struck Hunter in the forehead. When the shirt exploded so did Hunter's zipper. The sudden, massive surge of blood into his penis exsanguinated his brain and caused him to pass-out. Chapter 15: Ending? Alexx was ecstatic and incredibly horny from the experience. She had fantasized about doing that ever since she had heard that Wendy had once busted out of a bra in the middle of a class. She reveled in the size and shape of her huge, hulking, busty body by flexing and posing and bouncing. This only served to excite even more: for her, the last half-hour had been the ultimate foreplay. Alexx was ready for Hunter. He was not ready for anything. He still lay there, almost completely limp. Because of the "almost" part, he could have been a poster boy for priapism. Alexx had a dilemma. She certainly would not dream of taking advantage of Hunter: at least not in the middle of the park. She had no idea how long it would take for him to come to. And, she could not wait! She decided that she would have to move him to a safer (read private) location. She did not want to drag him because of the rough ground. She tried to lift him but, even in her present huge state, he was just a little bit too heavy. She decided that she would grow enough to move him and then see how things went. Alexx concentrated on her legs and thighs and soon they shredded her pant legs. Next she further bulked-up her back, shoulders, chest, and arms. Alexx could now easily lift the still unconscious Hunter. Unfortunately, since they were still the same height it was difficult for her to safely position him for carrying. She again started to grow: five-ten, five- eleven, six foot, …, six foot six! Alexx scooped Hunter up like he was a rag doll with a torpedo in its pocket and carried him away. Hunter began to stir as they passed a storage shed. Alexx ducked inside, gently laid him onto the floor, and propped his feet up above the level of his head. He still was not fully conscious. His brain needed more blood! Alexx had a plan. Alexx decided that the only way to help Hunter was to reverse the process that caused the problem; i.e. the engorgement of his penis. She assumed that his penis would remain engorged until there was a release. Alexx tried the safest and most efficient way to affect a release that she knew. That didn't work, however, because even at her present size her mouth was not large enough to accommodate Hunter's problem. Alexx concentrated again: six-seven, six-nine, seven foot, seven-six, eight foot! Now Alexx's plan could work. Soon after the dam broke, Hunter began to regain consciousness. Alexx was almost as relieved as Hunter. Groggily, the 5'9", 185 pound Hunter looked up. Tenderly kneeling over him was a smiling eight foot tall leviathan with shoulders broad enough to land F-15's; biceps large enough to make an effective speed bump for an M1A2 tank; and breasts big enough and firm enough to be used as medicine balls. He then blinked his half-opened eyes and whispered softly to her, "what else can you do?"