[robclassact]

Definitely enjoying it.  I've been on hiatus from this forum for a while, and I return just in time for the good stuff.  Keep it up!

[JimmyDimples]

Tetsuko tried to take dainty, ladylike mince-steps, but she knew that was useless.  Her thunder — no, nuclear-blast thighs brushed against each other as she trudged with the doctors over to Les and the staring deputy.  And her beer-keg biceps pressed down alongside her beach-ball breasts in her futile try to keep her size in.  Moving was sluggish and unsmooth; there simply was too much of herself in the way. 

She was thankful that the top and shorts still fit, although snugly.  The little blue patches seemed to do their jobs nicely.  But then she stopped and did a double take.  Weren't they much bigger just then?  And tinted a bit green?

She shrugged her office-desk-wide shoulders.  Probably just the color running funny.  She headed over with Dr. Gannon and Dr. Green to see the deputy.

The botanist was hot and bothered.  "If that kid has gotten this lab in trouble…" he growled.

Sonya slashed a finger across her throat.  "Keep it to yourself!" she hissed, head-bobbing to the deputy.

"Fine, then, I'll keep it to myself," Dr. Green muttered.  Then he added under his breath, "Until I end up married to a guy named Bubba.  Then I'm going to mention it to SOMEBODY."

Deputy Darren Horne squinted.  Then he rubbed his eyes.  Then he held a thumb up for line-of-sight to a stack of pallets to make sure he wasn't seeing an optical illusion.  He still wasn't believing it when the trio arrived, led by the lovely, literally larger than life lemon-haired leviathan.  His first impulse was to say, "Sorry.  Mistaken identity," and move on. 

But no, the face looked just like the one on the convenience store cam.  And he'd talked to Les, too.  He couldn't think of anything to say besides, "You seem to be eating all your veggies."

"Thanks," Tetsuko said shyly and tenatively.

"What's your name?"

"Tetsuko.  Tetsuko Breckenridge."

"Well, uh, Tess Sue," he said, scratching his head, "we'd gotten a call from the BlipMart next to the Waffle House last night.  Said something involving a pickup truck getting wrecked in the parking lot there.  You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?"

Realizing the bind she'd put Sonya, Dr. Green, and maybe Les in, Tetsuko turned back to them with a pained "I'm so sorry" face.  And while her brain spun with all sorts of wild stories she could tell, she knew and felt strongly enough that she should tell him nothing but the whole truth.

***

"…and honestly, I did try to blow it all off," she piped.  "At least the junk aimed at me.  But then that guy started railing on poor Les, here…" And her huge, heavenly hands clasped said young fellow's shoulders.  "And when I realized that they were insulting him on top of nearly throwing him under some tractor trailer's tires…." She gave them a squeeze.  "I nearly… I… I just lost my temper."

Darren looked up at that lovely, rueful face atop a Mount Rushmore of regret. "'Kay, I can sympathize with that," he said gently.  "I'd feel the same way if they'd done that with my wife.  But you can't exactly plead self-defense against simply talkin' crap.  I mean, I could say you and that fine young lady over there were lesbian lovers."  And Dr. Gannon flinched at that.  "But that don't make it so, does it?"

Tetsuko looked down to the deputy the way she would've looked up to her daddy when she was only seven, and she shook her head no.

"So," he said, "it looks like you owe them a truck. But," and he steepled his thumbs, "mind you, I'm not tryin' to tell you what you oughta do. But, let's say I happened to be one of those three morons — whom I've locked up overnight in the drunk tank more than once — and somebody reminded me that I'd be facing 10 or 12 years total minimum on counts of reckless driving, destruction of real property, vehicle theft, assault, and endangerment of human life if someone pressed charges."  And he leaned toward Les with an I'm-talkin'-to-YOU-son squint. 

"If somebody reminded me of that," he continued, "then I'd be sorely tempted to just sell the wreck to the junkyard, go truck shoppin', and drop the whole sorry affair."

He glanced to his cruiser.  "Say, my coffee was kinda lukewarm when I got out, and it's probably ice cold now.  Any chance y'all got a microwave inside?"

***

"Hmph!  Nggh!  Rrph!"

Finally, Tetsuko popped her massive upper chest through the doorway, and hooked her body into the kitchen like a moving van crew would angle in a big piece of furniture.  Once she slid the rest of herself in, she tried standing, but then realized that she had to bend the knees to keep her heaed from bonking the ceiling.  Finally, she simply sat cross-legged on the floor, and watched Darren add the hot water from the water cooler to his "#1 Daddy" travel mug. 

"So, lemme get this straight," he asked Sonya.  "You were working on this experimental age-stopping formula, and these gangsters made you test it on her at gunpoint, and that made her all super strong."

"Yes, that's right," Sonya said, spotting his golden wedding band.  Nuts, she thought.

He turned to their host, "And, you, Professor–"

"Doctor."

"Sorry.  Doctor.  And you worked on this other experimental formula to make people grow like plants so they won't have to live on anything but water and air."

"And sunlight, that's correct."

Darren glanced at the lab works in the next room.  "You DO have permits for all this, don't you?"

Dr. Green folded his arms stiffly.  "Now may I remind you–"

Just then, Darren's radio squawked.  "TC-1, do you copy?  What's 10-20?"

"Excuse me a sec," he said as he plucked it out of his belt.  "TC-1 to dispatch.  20's at former Perwoltz Clothing Factory. 

10-26 with last night's Waffle House incident.  Sitch under control."

"Be advised, TC-SG 10-76."

Darren's eyebrows shot up.  "Uh, negative on the 10-78.  I repeat, situation under control."

"10-76 like it or not, TC-1.  ETA 'bout 4 minutes."

Darren stared at the radio with a sinking feeling plastered all over his face. Then he finally sent back, "10-4."  He looked to his hosts with an uneasy, smile.  "Uh… heh heh. Sheriff's on the way." He put the radio back in his belt.  "We'd better be waiting outside."

***

"The sheriff is okay, right?" Sonya asked Dr. Green as they headed for the loading bay doors. "I mean, a nice person like our deputy?"

"Sheriff Geraldson," Darren interceded, "is a firm believer in law and order."

"Read:" Dr. Green murmured as he donned his white lab coat, "'makes Judge Dredd look like Rosco P. Coltrane.'"

"Heard that," said Darren.  "Best mind yer manners.  It IS an election year."

Tetsuko wriggled through the hallway after the deputy, doctors, and Les. 

"I don't wanna face anyone else like this," she whined.

"Can't you say you just G-O-T S-T-U-C-K?" Les whispered.

She whispered back, "I don't want to be trapped in here for real in case I G-R-O-W M-O-R-E."

***

The budget-hogging black and brown Chevrolet Camaro Z28 B4C interceptor pulled up and stopped, and its door swung open. 

There were only two signs to the exiting driver's gender: the wider curved junk-in-the-trunk hips adorned with twin not-department-issue Colt .45 M1911A1 pistols, and the magenta rhinestone earrings on the lobes.  Stepping out, standing to her full 5'11" height, donning her SDTC ball cap and closing the door behind her, Sheriff Helga Geraldson walked deliberately across the gravel and stopped in front of Darren's prowler. 

"Where's your hat, Horne?" she demanded quietly.

Bareheaded Darren put a hand to his black locks.  "Hat?"

"You know." She pointed to her own atop her short-cut brown hair.  "Hat.  That thing you're supposed to always have on your head when you're outdoors."

"Oh. Uh, I must've left it in my car."

"Out of uniform, Horne," she said simply.  "$100 fine.  Put it on.  Second offense, and you're fired."

"Yes'm."

As he opened the car to fetch his own headwear, the sheriff turned and looked over Tetsuko and her friends.  The eyes behind her dark pilot sunglasses didn't show any hints on what she made of the colossal college girl.  "So that's the perp from the Waffle House on the BlipMart cam?"

"Uh, that's a Tetsuko Breckenridge, yes." Darren said quickly and quietly as he donned his cap.

"Made positive ID and all?"

"Yes'm."

"Then why is she not restrained and in the back of your patrol car?"

"Uh," the not-as-mellow-now deputy hemmed, "because she hasn't made any threatening moves just now, and is being very cooperative?"

"You made positive ID on her, and you saw what she did on cam, Horne.  What more do you need?"  To Tetsuko:  "Hands on the hood, miss."

"What?" Tetsuko gasped softly.

"You heard me."  The sheriff patted Darren's fender.  "Your hands.  Here."

Reluctantly, Tetsuko headed over to the car at a stately pace.  Her hands rested on the fender, making it dip on the driver side.

"Uh, Sheriff," the deputy said tenatively, "there's a bit more to the story. There's also an incident with three other perps who–"

"They're not here right now," Sheriff Geraldson said shortly, as she gave Tetsuko a quick, professional frisk.  "And we'll deal with them and get said whole story at the courthouse.  Ms. Breckenridge, you're under arrest for aggravated assault and destruction of private property." 

Sonya gasped.  "You can't do this!"

"Watch very carefully, miss," said the sheriff.  "Horne, administer the restraints.  Ms. Breckenridge, you have the right to remain silent–"

"Uh, Sheriff?" went Darren.

"I said administer the restraints.  If you relinquish the right to remain silent, anything you say–"

"Permission to point out something, ma'am?"

"Denied.  Follow your orders."

And as Sheriff Geraldson continued reading the Miranda Act, Darren reluctantly pulled the handcuffs off his belt and struggled to work the mountainous madien's humongous arms around her massive back.  Tetsuko wasn't resisting at all; it was that her limbs and body was just too bulky and in the way. 

"Wait a minute," went Les, "what about the three guys that started all this?"

"I wasn't speaking to you, son," the sheriff monotoned.

"Well, I'M speaking to YOU," Dr. Green sounded, loud as a trumpet. 

Sheriff Geraldsson looked up.  She finally showed some signs of annoyance.  "Now look here, Professor–"

"Doctor."

"Whatever."

Dr. Green put one hand on his hip.  "If that woman honestly was as big a criminal threat as you're making of her right now, she would have demolished your hot rod and your deputy's prowl car at the same time with one hand while drinking an iced tea with the other."

"Well, she showed plenty enough 'roid rage last night.  Right here on video, in HDTV where available."

"And the last I checked, accusing her of drug abuse like that without proper evidence was deemed slander under United States law, officer."

Now Geraldson was irritated. She pointed to her badge.  "That's 'Sheriff!'"

"Whatever." And his eyes narrowed.  "And if you ever slander her, or any of my associates or myself like that again, so help me, Hera, I'll hire an attorney and slam you and your department with a defamation lawsuit so fast you'll swear you were in a time warp!"

In a slow burn, Sheriff Geraldson removed her shades.  She heard someone's stomach churning; she didn't know whose it was, but figured it might as well have been hers.  "Well, I don't know how they run things in your home country, Jeeves, but around here, we don't allow anyone to trash whatever they want.  I don't care how big or juiced up they are.  Not in my county, not on my watch.  And if any of you interfere with this procedure again, so help me, Hannah, I'll run the whole lot of you in for obstruction of justice!  Horne!  Cuff her and stuff her!"

"I can't, Sheriff," her deputy croaked behind her.

"You can, and you WILL," she growled.

"No.  I physically CAN'T."

Frustrated, she spun around… and saw what all the others had silently stared at during her big speech. 

She had grown even taller, and bulked out even more massively:  9 feet, 9 inches standing straight up, and about almost five feet wide.  And even with Tetsuko stooped over with her hands spread out on the car, Deputy Darren had to reach up above his head to reach behind her back to lock her hands together… if he could've in the first place. 

"The cuffs are NOT going to fit around her wrists," he said.

The sheriff stared for five seconds.  "Well, slap on her some of that LAPD binding cord I've got!"

"With all respect, Sheriff, what'd be the point?  She's–"

"The point is I ordered you to, Horne!"

And for the first time ever, Tetsuko, Les, and the doctors saw Deputy Horne get angry.  "Assuming she doesn't rip them apart anyway, she's NOT gonna fit in the back of my car!  Measure her for yourself!"

The sheriff looked her over, and saw he was right.  In a huff, Sheriff Geraldson snatched her personal radio out of her belt.

"Dispatch, Geraldson here.  10-95 at old Perwoltz factory.  Send pickup truck or van, over."

"10-4," was the reply.

Just then, Dr. Green cocked his head.  That caught Les' attention.  "What is it, Doctor?" the assistant asked.

"Did you hear that?" 

"Hear what?" Everbody stopped and listened. 

"Something like a bunch of chainsaws," Dr. Green said.  "Like they're deforesting the jungle in Brazil."

Darren then wrinkled his nose.  "Not that last one," he said.  And his mouth's corner's dropped a little.  "Chainsaws don't have V-Twin engines."

Sheriff Geraldson's brow stopped narrowing and she nodded.  "A Harley Evolution," she added.  "1340 CCs."

And more engine noise came from the other direction of the road.  And from an old service road for the trucks.

At last Sonya spotted them.  "Over there!"  And she pointed. 

Around the bend of street from the north came a motorcycle.  Then another.  And a third.  And up the southern stretch rode in more bikes, accompanied by a couple of pickup trucks and a van.  And up the service road came even more two-wheelers.  Some bikes were high-power hogs, others were budget rice-burners, but none of their riders were country-club weekend dreamers.  No, they were all bedecked in denim, black leather, head bandanas, tatoos, and metal studs and spikes. 

And each biker was also carrying something one'd rather not be hit with.  Some had bike chains.  Some had baseball bats.  One or two had machetes.  A couple others had crowbars.  A number had glass bottles, and Sheriff Geraldson also saw some spare gasoline cans strapped on with those guys.  She didn't think they were for refilling the fuel tanks.

One also had a hand-pump pesticide sprayer.  She didn't know what that was for.  And at least one in each pack had a shotgun.

Over two dozen bikers strong, they all straddled the roads, closed in on the gateways, and totally blocked off all routes exiting the old factory grounds. 

"Who are these louts?" Dr. Green exclaimed.

"And what do they want?" Dr. Sonya wondered aloud.

"I think I know," peeped Tetsuko.

"Me too," Les dreaded.

Then at the foreground of the central blockade, a rusty red pickup truck swung around, and three guys hopped out of the bed.

"Aw, man," groaned Les.  "I hate it when I'm right."

It was Fatso, Lanky, and Clyde.

To Be Continued…
(And we dare you to miss it!)

[Muscle Growth Nut]

Kick. Ass.

[The_Pimp_NeonBlack]

A most excellent chapter, dear friend.

It looks as though our discusion over it effected you somewhat.

Thank you for your work.

Peace
Neon

[Debido-San]

Hehe, I agree with Neon, looks like we helped out, if even a little!

Awesome stuff thus far, Jimmy, keep it up!

[robclassact]

Great chapter!  9'9"? Wow, that's definitely a big girl.  Somehow I doubt that Tet's particularly worried about bikers though.  Anyways, keep up the good work and I'll be looking forward to the next installment!

[TheGov]

All together now…

Jim-MY, Jim-MY, Jim-MY…

Seriously, your ability to develop the characters in this story is real quality stuff.  Especially the exchange between the profes… er… Doctor (excuuuuuuuse MEEEEEEEEEEE!) and the sheriff.

The best segment so far, and that's saying a Tetsuko bicepsful!  Thanks!

[Cowprobe]

Very fun stuff.

Quite the cliffhanger as well.

That arse of a DOCTOR Green might be finding true love in the hardcase Sheriff.  😀

Can't wait to see what develops.

You keep writing and I'll keep reading.

[AlexG]

As with DCM, I normally prefer to wait until a few chapters are posted before commencing upon a story – however, this is a rare exception that now I would have preferred to start much soon upon partaking of your most excellent work, Sir JD!

Seems to me, Tetsuko will soon have to be renamed the Incredible Growing Woman – maybe unto a 50-foot Giantess – perhaps as an unseen side-effect she might start to turn a shade of green, too?

The only drawback I see is that DCM will now have to take even more out time from his mainstrain work in order to properly illustrate this story as it properly deserves – unless, that is, he would farm it out (no pun) to another.

“I like a good story well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself.”
~ Mark Twain / Samuel Clemens (1907)

[Fonk]

OK, that's just hot. Good luck with the next part, sir! ;D

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