[crazyfck]

now published

I wrote it last year, my first engrish fmg experiment, it doesn't even has a name

Martha Williams was entering menopause, it depressed her; she is still have some kind of beauty, eroded by smoking, the all life drinking, stress and maybe by the age. In her thirties, she was a brilliant prosecutor; for her personal record, she sent more than three innocents to the chair. She ever had any moral issue about it, winning was her drug, the need for success. She just doesn’t care. 

She remembered then now, when she began to show signs of Parkinson, many people would have cheered, maybe even her husband, if they knew it. Desperate with a cure at any cost, her old time doctor will give her hope, and eliminating ours in the future. With a small amount of the drug, she was indeed cured, but became addicted on its first effects. On her face, on her body.

'I NEED to find more' is the only thing that matters to her now, she always used her intellectual beauty to hide the monster she really was, was time to get it back. It was like a new energy, a new beginning, she could smell, touch her being been anew. It was the sense of improvement that she became addicted. She could see in her hair, in her skin, not like any other light gene manipulation she tried. Almost magic

Martha was in her house close to the Laguna, the Senate was, as usual, doing nothing. She took the time for herself, in an endless research for this wonder drug. Her assistants were doing the research, better speaking. She had a call, her son Richard trashed his new Audi. Another one.

She called her husband, her assistant to the family affairs. Rob was a quiet guy. He was created in a bubble by his wealthy strictly family. Perfect for her personality. With him, born three sons, Raphael, the youngest, was the only one who wasn't afraid of her; he despised her money, her goals, and also was the only one who knew her dark side. The only one who could bring something good from her. Strangely he was the only member of the family she cared about.

Walking in the beach, during the sunset, her assistant brings a phone with the man responsible for giving the wonder drug to her doctor. 'Yes, Senator', he absolutely understands her authority and what she needs. Her assistant said that is impossible to locate the call.

And the non-identifiable person just tells Martha: 'you will receive one capsule tomorrow, with a price and an account. I can give as many you want'. He hung up. Even in the illegal business, her senses was telling that will be a fine deal.

In her living room, there are thousands of files about the wonder drug over the table. And she began to read it all. Many papers were strictly classified, others were from top level of the military agencies, with black pencils all over the names. She began to read those first.

For ID-9 eyes only
**********APATE CHRONOLOGY RESUME – SUBJECT No. 5
Dose: 0,01mg/Day

##########, MD, third officer of the higher state

MINUS 00 DAY PRIOR TO SUBJECT No. 5 TERMINATION

The gas terminated her neural activity without pain. The subject somehow knew the termination was imminent and tried to escape, causing the deaths of Dr. ##### and Dr. ######## and more five assistants. The walls specially build for her cell would collapse by the amount of stress the Subject applied before her termination. The Subject No.5 was the one who received the standard dose for more time. Analyzing the video records, Subject number five released her own death one day earlier, even before we took such a decision. The only logical way to the Subject escape would be with hostages, but at the time she saw we wouldn’t spare the hostages, the Subject crushed both necks and begun to apply forces to one wall, bleeding her hands, fortunately the gas was in 99,99% concentration when the reinforced wall started to collapse. -for the record, the APP-7 termination gas gives an instantaneous kill in a healthy person in less than 0,05% concentration.

MINUS 10 DAYS

In the early morning, a soldier from terrain floor could 'listen' Subject No.5 and was caught by our electronic vigilance as he tried to invade the lab complex. His mind was brainwashed, without any memories of his identity, but with a clear mission to free Subject number five. Her extra-sensorial levels were something that we still can't measure. The board decided to interrupt her daily dose.

MINUS 24 DAYS

The Subject No.5 shows a more accelerated growth, even with the same amount of 0,01mg. We started to believe it behaves as radiation poison, with an identical accumulative effect. No other known genetic enhanced treatment has this behavior. The subject measures are 2,01 meters in height, 195 kilograms. Her muscular tissues were redefining themselves at a growth rate faster than skeletal rate. Some are arguing that the muscular mass is directly connected with her higher intelligence and extra-sensorial powers.

MINUS 28 DAYS

We decided to move Subject No.5 to closure. Her extra-sensorial abilities with moving objects disturbed her state of mind; starting to believe that nature is distorting itself to her. Her voluntary behavior had drift to a rebellious one, doing no more the tasks we requested. But even so, she wants to continue with the treatment. In her sleep, we could transport her in a risky procedure to her cell.

MINUS 30 DAYS

Maris-5, our newer super computer lost to Subject No.5 at a 1/50 ratio this week in the highest chess level. The analysis tells that Maris-5 needed 50 years to calculate moves that would bring a 99% chance of victory over Subject No.5. Her natural muscularity is well above the human limit, in size, endurance and potency. Her hypertrophied mammary glands keept the same ratio of growth in size, we believe is a brand new cellular structure. The tissue emanates some kind of a radiation never published in the circle. It seems inoffensive, but it can help to explain how the extra-sensory powers work.

MINUS 40 DAYS

Subject No.5 is fascinated by her metamorphosis, at 1,90 meters and new appearance, her self-esteem brought a new attitude, and observes every reaction towards her with amusement. She treated every task we ask as a game, in a game she always wins. We used our new supercomputer to play chess with Subject No.5, a game she never played before arriving here. Subject No.5 understood the basics in less than two minutes, and won over anyone who tried to play it with her. Maris-5 played with her in an adaptive behavior. Subject No.5 can play without the need to look at the board. She was obsessed in defeating the computer. Even in her dinner, Subject No.5 was thinking about the right move and would say out loud to the computer voice receptor. At one time she that lost again, various glasses over the table were showing fissures, our first sign of her extra-sensory powers.   

Martha continued to read the rest of the document; the Subject No.5 was a marine volunteer, without any family or friends outside the army. Looking a little more she had found another document, classified too, from another group of scientists in the same complex.

**********APATE CHRONOLOGY RESUME – SUBJECT No. 7
Dose: 50mg/Day

For ID-9 eyes, only.

########, MD
#######, MD

MINUS 00 DAY

The final transformation process was so sudden that we hadn’t any other alternative. Number 7 was in the same status from the day one, with little signs of the high dosage effect, with the exception of her ever growing mammary tissues. Until her sudden transformation, her breasts were weighted about 30 kg each. What seems to have happened, is that the rest of her entire organism instantaneously started to mach her giant mammary organs. The energy of the building collapsed, and the humming emanating from her cell started to shake the structure. Our cameras registered only a light blur before it melted. The detonation capsules were ignited in time to prevent a worse scenario. Everything in a 100 meters range was consumed by the explosion. There is no evidence of her corpse.

MINUS 01 DAY

The Subject No.7 still can walk even with those appendices of such a weight and girth. In her closure, she seems to lost her depressed feelings toward her solitude in cell; Subject No.7 let go the search of a reason of why she has been captive. Her attention was focused to her mammary organs; she stayed quiet during all day.

Marta read a little more about this kidnapped woman who received a 5000x dosage a day. It would be a little hard to anyone read about so much suffering of those humans guinea pigs, but not to her. She kept reading during the night, searching for a reason to not to do it, obviously there is no information on long-term side-effects, but the long term effects of aging she already saw in the mirror. She was amazed by the photos of those 'Subjects', the before and after, the women who were opaque, ordinary, became something out of a comic book, who were old became incredibly young, who were fragile, became supernaturally strong, tall, with a body who would make most men weep.

She found out that the government erased any trace of the formula, but still keep track of this drug over the world, and even them didn't know about her anonymous supplier, they were so inept. Her assistant enters the office with a little metal box, that Martha knew what that would be. Martha put it in a vault, she would make her decision to take more of this drug later that day. She looked first at the price, of course she could afford, would be even a good use to money she has in some accounts in paradise islands. 'So, that's the price for super powers… it's cheap'.

During all evening she walked in the beach, thinking what she needed to do, if this drug fell on the hands of population, the civilization would change, she must be ahead of them all, she must stop any chance of proliferation. Or anyone, on the female side, could do what she was planning for herself. In a moment of realization, she calls the number of her supplier. 'How many could you sell to me?' the voice just answers:

'again, as much as you need' 

'I want to buy it all'

'That's impossible, I can make as much you need’

'Give me the formula, give me a price'

'I'll think about it'

He hangs up. For a moment she was afraid that he wouldn't make contact again, she was beginning to be terrified to be a 'normal' person, to be 'ordinary', to die eventually as anyone does, that the future would be the same again. She could fly so high, but now all of this was in this next phonecall. She didn't play right, she let her impulses in the way. Between this, her husband, Rob, calls, she ignores it as before, and then it rings again, and she finally answer.

'Richard is in the hospital, he is in coma, where are you?'

No, not this time, she thinks. Her family is always in the way when she needed time. At the same time, another call, and she put her husband on-hold, it was her supplier.

'the formula will be given to you, the price you will receive right now, no negotiations, you will have one day, after that, no more calls’

He hangs up. She didn't believed the position she got, she didn't have any guaranties, the deal could be out of her reach, could be a bluff. She could loose everything. The phone beeped, was Rob on hold. In this moment, she thought in what a decent person would do: would forget the deal, get to the hospital, but… she would let go the only opportunity to born again, she could do nothing about her son, her presence there would not change nothing about his coma, only her money could do something and is already doing. She made her decision: she turned the phone off. Coldly, she goes to her office, where she putted the phone on the printer, and carefully read the price of the formula.

Her assistant Marie tells her that her husband is on another phone, trying to speak to her, Martha orders to leave her alone. The illegal money she had wasn't nearly enough; she needed more, much more, in just one day. There was only a one possibility, extortion. That means to create even more enemies, and she targets the White House. This will finish her career, but was the only way.

Even extortion is done with good manners in Washington, the vice-president knew that someday his record on elimination camps in North Korea could emerge. He knew that must be someone inside, but he doesn't have the time for find out now who, he would do this after this blackmail is over. He complied right away and transfers the funds to the paradise's account.

Martha knew she would be hunted for this, in a week or two they will begin to suspect her. Time was important. She turns on her phone again and transfers the mountain of money, the phone rings, was him. He doesn't even talk, just a large file was being sent. She had it.

She sent the formula to a government affiliated lab, and waits. It's consummated. Now the run is over, she calls her husband, her son Raphael was in the other side.

'What kind of person are you? It's your son in coma here, it's my brother, it's family! How could you put dad on hold!'

She hated be criticized, but coming from Raphael, the guilty is smashing.

'just… just… how is Richard?'

'He's stable, they will bring from the induced coma tonight, take a plane, come here'

'I… I will as fast as I can…' she lied.

The drug will be ready in that same day. Fortunately the lab is in the Capital, near her son's hospital. So, she took the plane.

In the first class, she was suspicious of anyone nearby. The secret service may be watching her steps. And they were.

At dawn, in the Capital her credentials permit to use special corridors and rooms of the airport, her assistant Marie had the feeling of being watched too. They tried to mislead any possible treat, but thinking about it, she decided to not leave the airport. She has to find a way to the pills to come to her, right there, in a private room at the airport. They would follow Marie too, she could not leave too. The only way out is to take a plane to anywhere else. Her senator status permits her to fly anonymously.

Marie calls her boyfriend, Charlie, to help the senator, Martha picks the phone and give him instructions. In less than two hours, Charlie arrives with two cases in the private room, one filled with money, and the other… Martha's eyes couldn't believe. It was in her hands.

In her prosecutor career knew how to move witnesses that even the secret service would notice. She gave two or three new instructions to Charlie get a private plane. Charlie knew the importance of helping a senator in a crisis situation, to help his own life. He found an exit to the field without any cameras, or people. The senator arrives in the plane that took off with both, Charlie and Marie, to an unknown destiny.

'Maybe it worked… now, where we are going?' asked Marie without any more questions about who they are running from. Martha gives the instructions to the pilot and tells Marie about a hidden place over the Atlantic.

The sun began to shine in the orange ocean outside the plane; Martha opens the case, and marvels at the tiny little flasks with pure wonder inside. It had a pink color, it moved inside the flasks like a metal liquid. After hours, in the middle of the ocean, the plane began to descend. She arrives at a portuguese island, near the equator, where the sun really shines.

If the secret service had somehow found her, the plane would be shot by some military satellite just after it reached the ocean. Was not the case, she and her flasks were safe. She only visited this island once, twenty years ago, where Rob's grandfather had huge plantations. Today the place does not resemble a plantation anymore, the three hundred years old mansion was still in its prime, with the wondrous view to the isolated island equatorial island.

The only people nearby were the caretakers, people who can’t see you in the eyes, and they left them alone. There were no television, no internet, no phone. The only computers were the wireless handhelds of Marie and Charlie, that Martha took for safety.

Charlie and Marie didn't have a clue about what was happening, but somehow they were not upset, they where happy to be in a place totally new with each other, a beautiful beach with no one besides them.

In her bedroom, Martha holds one flask in her hands, looking at it, thinking in what it could do to her. In a matter of minutes the wind blows shutting the doors of the house, the bright day becomes eerie. Martha continued to watch the strange pink liquid in the hands. 'There's more in this flask than all of what that girls took together'.

Marie and Charlie watched in the beach the storm comes, a beautiful but terrific spectacle; They run when the first lightning strike near them. Martha watched the flash, and decided to take a very little, almost invisible, dose. But the liquid didn't let it, it consistencies as of a metal liquid, were in large drops, impatiently, she just took one large drop.

'oh, god.. what I have done?'

Trembling, she locked the flasks inside the old locker. Martha lies on her bed, and waits.

The storm continues until the other day, and then the sun shines again. Charlie and Marie were entering the mansion, after walking the entire island on foot. Martha awakes with Marie shaking her. Alerted, she asks if secret service have found them.

'No, you were sleeping almost two days'.

'Really?'

'You look… different'

'…really…'

She looks in herself and already sees the changes, two big changes. Marie continues staring at her: 'you look younger'.

Martha walked to the colonial mirror, slowly. She sees herself thirty years ago, she didn't remember that she was this fabulous, maybe she weren't. Marie, in awe, finally asks 'what do you have in this case?'

Martha just replies 'I think you can see for yourself'.

She looked at every detail telling 'leave me for a while'. Marie just goes. She take off her clothes, her bra was snapped, she stare at those bold orbs, bigger, perfects, insolents, pointing slightly upwards, overflowing her hands, the velvet skin… her hands, no marks, no spots, no different than of a teenager, she moved her hands trying to admit that this body was hers.

'I look, look… as a college girl, amazing, I'm so beautiful… beautiful…'

She was in love with herself. Her legs were longer, or they seemed longer. Maybe it was a better arrange of her leg’s muscles. All her body seemed to have this remarkable symmetry, those greek proportions, she always had a bony feet, now those feet could be placed on an billboard on Times Square. Her ass, she never paid any attention to it, as everybody else, now it was protuberant, bulging.

She was taller, but not very much, two inches at the most, she didn't have yet the muscles she saw in the photos. But her muscles filled every inch, as an offseason light fitness champion. She could feel them, some power she never had, Martha could feel in every breath she takes.

She didn't know what to thing about to be an Amazon, but now, well, it's too late to think about it. She will have to accept whatever it could do to her.

Some things were disproportional… of course, her breasts. No clothes would fits her now, maybe Marie clothes, if they can stretch. The only thing she could use were her little collection of expensive italian shoes. She needed a new wardrobe.

The elastic clothes of Marie lets everyone to observe every detail of her metamorphosis. And Charlie too. Marie stared in what was an elegant lady of three days ago and now a centerfold with breasts much bigger than any Baywatch girls that she hated when was a flat  teenager.

Martha resolves to tell Charlie and Marie about it, she couldn’t hide it. They proved their loyalty, she didn't give any details, but they got the overall idea of what the wonder drug was doing to her. Martha got the feeling that Charlie couldn't pay any attention to what she said, his mouth is still open, as the whole time. It perturbs her in some level.

Martha gets up and her blouse rips a little. Charlie became a little uneasy, trying not to look. 'Those breasts can grow fast' Martha thought aloud, 'look on the size of it'. Martha in front of her two assistants, took a hold of her right breast to feel its weight. She looks at the two people staring back at her, and regains her composure. She put her hair behind her ear and another rip 'shit, I can't even move. You two, take the boat and go to the village, brings me more clothes right now, the baggiest ones, on the chest… of course. Go!'.

'…I don’t believe that will have any stores around here…' Marie added.

'We aren’t in a poor island, dear. Everyone in these islands has much money as me. You will find a tailor, trust me.' And so they leave.

In the solitude of the beach, Martha decides to take a tan. Is something she ever did since she was a teenager. Topless, sure, there is nobody watching her. Her breasts, her nipples in the air, she sure, sure feels like a teenager, it was a second puberty in fast motion. She enters the blue waters of the ocean, she sensed the girth of her breasts, but doesn’t even feel its weight. She began to swim as she did in her twelve years old, before the right knee forces her to quit the swimming team. Her coordination, her technique, her breathing were perfect. She felt like she was leaving the egg shells, feeling the world as new.

Back in the sand, she sat looking around, not a bit tired of effort that she never managed to do. She look again in her breasts, she couldn’t help it. She was delighted touching her both nipples, with her teeth locked, she whispers 'I feel I could rape the world'.

She sensed she was being observed, and acted as she wasn’t aware; she walks to her old mansion, with her bare breasts bouncing a little around. She looks behind an ambush three teenagers searching for her in the beach. She laughs and jumps like a teenager, they were looking for her, for her beauty, her body, for her huge breasts obviously. They must have walked some miles to get here, finding her accidentally.

She could pass as a mature teenager, and well… with a body that makes any other teenager to die happy. She decides to mess a little with them, why not? 'I could look a sixteen girl… that's so fun!' She puts one of the blouses of Marie, to the tearing point, and go to the beach again.

The teenagers stop in their tracks when they see that girl wearing a soooooo tight blouse, they could see her nipples far away, she goes to them.

'Hi, are you from here?'

One of them tries to speak.

'M..Marosa beach, I… I never see anyone using this house.'

Martha answers fast 'So, you are the ones using my pool, am I right?'

'No, no, we… we… you are from… where?'

'New York, you?' Martha replies.

'O…Orkney… Scotland, we… we are here on vacation'

'You will be here for how long?'

'Hmm, for more two or thee weeks'

'If you want to use the pool, I'm kind of lonely here.'

'Where is your parents?' the teen asked. She laughs.

'Far, far away'

'That's cool' the other teens kept balancing their heads in agreement. 'your name?'

'Hmmm, Jen, Jennifer'

'This here is Mark, that one is Willy, and I'm Brook.

'Well, hi, Brook, hi Mark, hi Willy'.

They invaded the pool, it was a natural pool, cold, refreshing. She began to take off her clothes, the three teens were locked in each movement of her.

'Don’t you think my breasts are too dawn big?'

The three didn't answer, one of them ejaculated immediately. She knew it, it was so clear. She enters the water thinking 'two to go'. She emerge from the water aside them, arising herself above their eyes, they didn't notice how tall she really was. Their months were almost in level with her nipples. And she continues:

'I’m too big or what?'

Another one ejaculated, this was too easy for her, too easy, hell easy. Well, they were teenagers, she needed to experience reactions with older ones. Those teenagers were the first witnesses to her basic sexual attitude that will bring any man to her knees. The first one ejaculated again, she goes to him.

'You are so fucking easy…'

At a moment of despair, he swims and run from her in shame of himself. She laughs 'run, Willy, run! And you two, what I going to do with you?'

'Wha…what do you mean?' Mark asks.

'Relax, boy. I not going to rape you, if that was you expected. Well, I'll let you kiss my boobs, ok?'

They looked each other. She grabbed both heads and brings to her chest. The heart of both were racing, they never touched a woman before. Of course they also came, they were shaking their legs, trembling, trying hard to not lose the self-control they thought they still had. She felt like a spider, and they were in her web, there was nothing they could do. This was only the beginning, she knew.

A little tired of the trembling teens, she shoves them away. They had already earned so much more than they would have in their entire lives. At a distance she sees the boat with Charlie and Marie coming. The sun was coming down, the timing for new clothes is perfect.

At dinner, her breasts were the double than they were in the morning. 'Nice choice' she said looking in her low cleavage tight black shirt. She needed a bra, a thing that the island couldn't provide, her breasts needed to be under control, their behavior were always to freed themselves from the clothes, she will need a strong bra to keep their aggressiveness tamed.

At table, Charlie was having problems, he couldn't focus in anything besides his boss breasts. Marie, still entranced by her boss new looks, asks 'how long do you think we will continue here?'

'As long as this transformation goes'

'They will began search for us, our family, friends.'

'They will not found us here, don’t worry'

'How can you be so sure about it?'

'This house always was planned as a 'refugee camp’, even my husband don’t remember here'

'But we can’t go back by ourselves?’

There was silence, Martha arises her eyebrow, and says 'Sorry for it, Marie, but I think we will be here until this is over, can be a week, a month, no one can tell… no phone calls, no internet, no nothing, understood?'

'Understood'

'Look, sorry about this situation, it's weird, we are in some danger, my body… well, as you can see, it's an unprecedented situation you both are. Even I don’t have any answers.'

'But who's chasing us? We deserve to know…'

'They are assassins, that's all I can tell you'

Marie answers in a bored manner 'understood'.

'Are you acting different over me now?'

'What do you mean?'

'I look so much younger, I sense a dissociation in how you see me now, I need to know.'

'Well, yes, you look so much younger, younger than me I think, it's like… I mean… you don’t sound so like an authority as you sounded before… I don’t know how to put it…'

'I understand, and you Charlie?'

'm-me?'

'How many Charlies are in this Island, Charlie?'

'W-what do you want to know?'

'How different I look to you?'

Charlie looks at Marie, and then in Martha 'I… I…'

'Speak up'

'You are beautiful'

'Yes… and?'

'So beautiful'

Marie looks at Charlie, with angry eyes.

Martha puts her palms on Marie hands 'Don’t be upset my dear…'

'Don’t call me DEAR!' Marie tries to hold herself. 'You don’t look an old lady anymore… it sounds… disrespectful'

'I guess you're right' She tries to hold her smile.

'You don’t even look like… your name, Martha'

'Jennifer'

'What?'

'If I don’t look like myself, I should use it in my behalf, create a new persona to protect my identity'

'Yes… you looks like Jennifer, Jen'

'Now, both of you, I'm Jennifer, to everyone now'

'yes, Martha'

'Stop it. Well, let's say, this Jennifer persona is a spoiled college girl on vacation, ok?'

'College girl…'

'Doesn't suit me?'

'Suits all right, as an uber cheerleader'

Martha, aka Jennifer, opens her mind to them, omitting of course, some points like… supernatural powers.  'In my research, I believe that in seven days, maybe, occurs a major transformation'

'Why I think I should be scare of that?' She looks at the major ample bosoms above the table.

'Maybe you should, at any sign of something strange, to leave me alone. Until I say that’s fine to come'

Charlie was startled by Jennifer's beauty, she looks like he never knew her before, she wasn't the senator of some days ago. She was Jennifer, always has been. And yet, she was still hid boss, an uber cheerleader as Marie said before. He tries not to register every inch of Jennifer with his eyes, to not stare at her magnificent breasts, looming, with more life that all babies in the world could handle. It was a monument, not a girl, but, more strange that her hair, her nails, eyebrows, something still remember little things of Martha. He looks up at her eyes and they seemed to shine at him when she looks, like a lighthouse, he felt he could see inside, or, maybe she was looking inside him. He wakes up from his daydream, to realize he was looking at her too much.

Marie throws her napkin at the table, asking to Charlie 'Do you listened to anything we were saying?'

'hmm.. yes, of course, to be away when some strange, err, sign comes out'

Jennifer looked at her breasts 'I don’t know what I should do with you two'.

Marie transfers her gaze to Jennifer's eyes. 'Jennifer… do you think, I… could…'

'Yes, sure you can’ she already know what Marie want to know and continues 'But, only after this cycle of mine ends, ok? You will be the first to enter my army' Jen laughs.

'Army? What do you mean?'

'It's a joke, only a joke.'

'I just want a little'

'As much as you want, dear'

'Don’t call me dear'

‘goodnight my little friends'

Charlie manifests for the first time while then stand up, whispering to Marie 'little? Next she will call us pets’'

Jennifer walks back to Charlie, him an average 5'9, she was just taller than him now. 'Yes, little one, I believe that everybody will be little ones from now on'

During the night, Martha…Jennifer keeps masturbating herself until it hurts, the house, the beach could listen to her at times. Three hours later, she finally could sleep. She had dreams of coming back to her old self, finding her husband, her sons, asking one million questions. In pure rage, Martha began to grow to a ten feet high muscular Jennifer, with breasts occupying the view of her family and make the walls to fall over them. She woke up breathing hard. She goes to the kitchen to take a large glass of water. Some water spill in her white blouse, she marvels at it, was raining outside, she let the large drops of rain falling in her skin. Her clothes became transparent… this feeling of being sexy, outrageous sexual. And than she sensed, there was another person in the house besides Marie and Charlie.

'Who?' she thinks. Carefully walking wetted over the house, somehow she knew it wasn't a direct threat. Even before she saw then, over the corner of the mansion, she let a singsong calling them 'little pigs? little pigs?'. And she listens them:

'shiiit' And 'Brook, Mark and Willy ran searching for cover.

Jen bites her lips to not laugh, ‘Weeelll, looks like nobody here, I think I can sleep in the nude then’. She gives a fake yawn and turned away, already removing the wet blouse. They started to talk with each other. 'Do you think what I'm thinking?'

'Yes' Willy said laughing 'and that's why I bring this binoculars' He picks one up.

'Shut up, stupid. Don’t you see that she called us? To go to her room?'

'That's doesn’t sound an invitation to me.'

'Of course it is' said Mark.

Willy begun to tremble.

'What's wrong with you?'

'I… I think I’ll just use my binoculars'

'Are you afraid of her?'

'No, what.. no.. it's just, I don’t want to do it now, not with you two'

'Right.' Said Brook

'As you sound that you are man enough to her, no?' asked Willy

'Well, I think me and Mark can be enough to her, let's go man.'

'Fucking yes'

As they took some distance from Willy, they talked with other. 'You first'. 'No, you first'. 'Ok, coin'. Mark loses.

Mark enter the old mansion, Brook comes along. The house was dark, they were wet from the rain. They couldn't see a thing. With a zippo they found some candles. 'I said to bring the lantern' 'Shh, there’s somebody here'. With the light of the candles they see that silhouette, lying on the large red couch, smiling, wet, and the two great nipples pointing directly at them. They sit in the chairs in front of her, speechless.

'So little pigs' She stands up, their necks crane up. 'is she bigger than I remember?' they both thought at the same time. She continues, approaching them. 'I thing I will huff, and puff, and blown our heads away'.

As she done in the pool, she takes both heads and brings them to the impact of her orbs. They suck immediately, she likes it, each time more, she loved the desire that burn inside them, as it feeds her. There was nothing better in the world than be so desired, to make them addicted to her, to be the greater event to their entire lives.

'You look like little babies… where is your little friend Willy? I bet he is scared shit of me.'

Mark replies 'yes he is, he’s outside'.

'And he's throwing away THIS opportunity?’ she said as both look at each breast of her ‘Is not right'

She takes the hands of Mark and Brook, leading outside. She was strong, much more than they thought, and she looked like doesn’t know her own strength; the opposite, she did. They were her experiment, a way to her understand her new body.

'Where is my little Willy? Come on, boy!'

Willy stops his breathing. He looks over the binocular her breasts, those huge, giant, breasts coming closer to him. Closer, bouncing heavily, she looks so much bigger, Mark even could come to her shoulder. Willy doesn’t move. Then a hand throws away the plants and the jars where Willy was hide. Jen looks down at him, puts her hands on her waist and pick his shirt collar 'peekaboo'

Willy let fall the glasses.

She talks in a baby voice 'Little Willy… why you keep running from me'

'Bbbbbecause I'm virgin all right? I'm a virgin!'

'Don’t tell… too much information. Ok Willy, I think is better you go, it will be not today that I’ll rape you, get out of here'

Mark tries to revert the situation 'We could at least wait the rain stops? Inside?'

'No, get out, now'

'…but…'

She pushes her breasts forward over him 'But, what?'

'I am virgin too, and…'

'oh, shut up and go'

They finally leave. In her bedroom, she looks at the mirror, Jennifer was looking back. 'I think its time to kill Martha… bye Martha'. Sitting on her bed, she opens the holodisplay from her handheld, reading some more information on the military research of her wonder drug. Initially she read at a normal pace, and then faster, scrolling and devouring dozen pages of information in some minutes, she knew she could read faster yet, but she felt no hurry. After reading about all experiments, all conclusions, there was no real new information, it was time to create a plan for her new life.

It was obvious of why the military hadn't approved to create super soldiers, they wouldn't have any control over them. But it was also obvious that they must have a hard copy of the formula in case if some crazy bitch tries to dominate the world. And of course, if someone tries, they will put all efforts in creating some biological anti-wonder weapon or even taking the bold step to create a nemesis.

Jennifer knew she couldn't fit anywhere in the 'normal' status quo, the powers growing in her could make anything she wants a reality, from money to fame, political power, or just power itself. Everything would be easy as stealing candies. Yes, that is the bottom line for Jen, to use the rules of society for her own benefit. 'I can do so more than this' She thinks 'I can reshape the world'. Somehow this thinking make her nipples stick a little more.

'Why anyone would want to rule the world, to do anything, have anyone…  I can…  I want' She begins to masturbate. 'to make the world my plaything… they will know… they will understand… my happiness will be their happiness… yes… that's it… yeeeeessss.'

As she came, she sleeps, dreaming no more about being Martha, but about herself, Jennifer.

In the next morning the singing birds awaken her, it was her island, it was her little birds; and then she was looking at her breasts, the new hugeness, the pace of growth was increasing, the reports she read, only the subjects who keeping the pills everyday had this pace. It wasn't her case. She took only one dose. A big one. That girl who have a similar case of her, had only breast growth until the major transformation, but with Jennifer everything was growing. Her legs were so much longer. She flexed her arms, she could see muscles, she begun not to look like a huge fitness girl, a buffest one.

'Well, everything has a price, my price will be muscles' She flex some more, discovering new details, new curves, everything was brand new.

Was with the length of the mattress she could see how tall she was. The mattress was two meters long, her feet yet didn't reach that, but was closer. 'I must be 6'2 or 6'3 by now'. She didn't know why, but this makes her happy. 'wait to the little pigs sees me again'

She was concerned about her others powers, besides the sexual and physical ones. When and how they will start, all tests shown that they where related with the muscular size. The mere thought of being a superone makes her wet, it was her aphrodisiac.

During breakfast with her, Charlie was trying to concentrate on the toast, but his mind was: 'oh, god, she's already so big, she even has muscles, how can she go back to the senate…'. He puts much more cream he intended to the toast.

'What you are thinking, Charlie' Asks Jen.

'Oh, nothing.'

'Tell me'

'Well, I, well I was thinking in how you’ll go back to our world, you've changed so much, each day more'

'Leave that's to me'.

'Ok.'

And Marie was looking at Jen’s muscles.

'They are pretty big' Jennifer says and flex a little.

'Can I touch?'

'of course'

Charlie sees Marie feeling her boss's arms, her biceps, than Marie looks at her eyes 'you will be huge'

'What do you think?'

[crazyfck]

'If Charlie had this… I would approve it right away'

Charlie shrinks a little more in his chair, feeling his own biceps, like he had one.

'How strong?' Marie asks

'I don’t have the slightest idea.' Jennifer takes a silver fork, and it bends in her palm, with her thumb.

Charlie tries with his fork 'That's impossible!'

Marie picks the fork on her boss's hands and tries to unbend 'Wow, you are really, really strong'

'Yep' says Jennifer cleaning her mouth with the napkin. 'I'll go to the village right now, see you later'

In the little city, men stop whatever they doing to see her coming thru. Women too. She needed a clean access to the internet, and bought a new handheld. In the old car of her mansion, a 2006 convertible Mercedes, Jen googles her old name; driving and reading the news at the same time were so much easier now. And the best news was there were no news. Not even her old family had reported her missing yet. Then she read about her son, he is okay, she tried to not feel guilty, Jen had to do it.

She stopped at the city tailor 'Good morning', the italian replied 'goooo…' and stop right there looking up at Jennifer's breasts. 'Hi, I need some clothes… hello?'.

'yes sure, sure… I believe that was for you that they asked for some large…',

'Yes?'.

'Sorry, I've just expected some weird fat lady'.

She looked in herself 'Well, even there, you've made a good job.

'No, it wasn't me, was my daughter, you are lucky, because she will go back to Madrid tomorrow'

'Really? She's talented, I mean, look at me, without any measures she just did this skirt, so simple and yet so, well, well done… she have very good taste.'

'And that's why she is in fashion school, for my genes, and for her excellent taste.'

'Can I talk to her?'

'Of course, of course, I believe she is in the Golfinhos beach'

'What's her name?'

'Paola'

'How's her english?'

'No much better than mine'
   
'Can you give one of these?' Jennifer takes a cigarette from a pack on the table. He lights it for her.

'So, you are a smoker?'

'Well, I used to be'

'And you are back?'

'I don’t know, I still feel the nicotine, the kick is higher than before, but I don’t have the craving anymore'

'It's called willpower. A thing that I don’t have!' He gives those polite laughs and lights up his own cigarette, she puffs and smile. 'Where's the beach, so I can could talk to Paola?'

'Of course, of course, two miles that way, she will be reading a book… on paper, no miss'

Paola was reading another book about the roman empire, she loved the theme. She was reading about Livia, her manipulations and assassinations, she killed hundreds, with poison in the most cases. She would ever know that destiny will bring her to something hyper similar of that universe. She sees a stacked large girl approaching her, with the clothes she made! And it doesn’t fit. Paola never thought that descriptions of this body were real.

'Hi, my name's Jennifer'

'Oh, hi Jennifer' She had a strong accent. 'I see you need some adjustments, I'm right?'

'Dawn right' Jennifer gives a half-spin showing some rips in her top showing some skin of the side of her breasts.

'You are american? You loose the clothes somewhere?'

'Yes and… yes, that’s why I need you, I pay whatever you want to stay a few more days'

'Oh, well, I love to, but…'

'ten thousand?'

'Dollars? Are you kidding?'

‘is what you deserve for missing your classes.'

'And what do you want? More custom made clothes?

'An wardrobe'

'Well, I… I don’t know, even if dad have all I need to make…'

'All right, twenty’

'Thousand? That's must be really important to you'

'You wouldn't know how'.

'Two hundred and a half and I'll work immediately.'

'Right, shall we begin?

In her father’s studio, Paola start to take her measures. 'how old are you?'

'Guess…'

'Hmmm, twenty one, twenty two? Why?'

'Nothing, you're right, twenty two'

After taking the measures, taking notes, Paola gives her ok: 'I will do some fashion you wouldn't believe, something that can really match our curves'

'Ok' Jen says.

…

Seated in her bed, Jennifer was sweating 'something is wrong' she thinks. She tries to relax, but something was trying to emerge from her. She looks at her hand and some luminescent light seems be coming from her skin. She hears the people down there, Marie, Charlie, housekeepers far away, she senses that somehow they are in danger. Jen was the danger.

'I have to get out of here!' Jen said shaking.

She feels weak for the first time since the she took the wonder formula. She couldn't walk straight, but she had to. Jen left the mansion, looking again at her skin that seems to be brighter, she resolves to walk in to the woods, a place she couldn't be seen. After some minutes she lied down under a three. 'what's happening to me…' she looked again at her hand and she only could see light.

…

Inside the mansion Marie felt a tremor, a light earthquake that moved the paints from the wall, but with no sound, just a vibration. Charlie feels it too 'what's that… a vulcan?'. 'I don’t know.' The tremor seems to calm down, and Marie search for her boss. 'Where is she? she's not here!'

…

The little pigs were back again, but only the brave ones: Brook and Mark. They believed that their persistence would have a happy ending, at least without Willy. They felt the tremor too, the whole island felt.

Before they arrive the Jen's beach, they already saw some lights from the woods. 'Did you see that!'

'Oh, god, what's that!'

'An UFO… or a party…'

'I don’t hear any music.'

The light coming from the woods have a pulse, a heart pulse.

'Man, let' get out of here…' said Brook.

'Did bring the camera?'

'Of course'

'Let's see what is that'

Approaching the light, they see a circle of half-mile ashes, with a strong light bubble at the center. Mark photographs the event 'it's like a nuclear bomb or something'

'Let's get out of here'

'If you want to go, go!'

Brook leaves. Alone, Mark feel that the ashes were still hot, but no smoke, like it was just pulverized. He could feel the heat coming from the bubble. 'What's that!' He hears someone approaching as he hides himself.

It was Marie and Charlie, afraid from what they were seeing too.

'Do you think it's Martha?!' Charlie asked.

'I don’t know…'

'She talked about some major transformation or something.'

The view, no trees, no stones, only a circumference with nothing around, perplexed Marie.  just the light coming from the center.

'What we should do?' Charlie asked.'

'I DONT KNOW' Marie replied nervous.

'That bubble is her… it have to be.'

'Do you think that's some kind of cocoon?'

'Do you have any other… explanation?'

Mark hears every word.

'Maybe she becoming some kind of goddess.'

'A goddess?!'

'I don’t know'

They waited, for an hour the light seems to be same, not knowing what to do they go back to the mansion. Mark stands up and tries to approach the source of the mysterious light. But the heat was too strong. He stays there, waiting for something to happen. The night falls down.

Mark hears someone calling his name, was his friends.

Mark tells them what he heard before. The light seems to fade, making their hearts step out a little. Then, darkness.

With a lantern they illuminate in front of them. When they took the first step a hand throws Mark and Willy to the ground. Another one took Brook by the neck. Guns were pointing at their heads 'QUIET, DONT MOVE'.

Mark shouts 'Whatta hell!' And someone knocks him down.

In the mansion, Mark wakes up, tied, to see Marie and Charlie on the floor, with their hands, legs, eyes and mouths tied too. Some screens could be heard in the adjacent room, two bodies were shot in front of them. The housekeepers maybe. He looks up and sees some kind of soldiers, with black masks over their faces. Two of them put a body in a black bag and thrown over other black bags. Willy was in shock. He couldn't see Brook, but he could hear his screams. Marie was crying compulsively, a soldier slaps her. Another soldier over a radio, talks about their primary target was missing, it has to be Jennifer.

Than their radio became silent. The soldier tries to change its frequency, but it had only static in all channels. He picks another radio device, and it also without any signal. Calling another masked GI, he tells him to go outside report status over their ship.

The masked man run over the beach, no other soldiers were in sight, he picks up the radio, and it also have static, the light of his gun faded away. 'Shit'. He picks the fluorescent green bulb and shakes. And sees a wall over him. Taking some steps behind, he couldn’t believe what was in front of him. Their big vessel out of the water, without any other thought he runs back to the mansion. But his head explodes after the first step.

The one who seems to be in charge, was becoming nervous. A soldier shows him something he found, a digital camera with photos of a blurring light. The soldier points at Mark. The chief untie Marks mouth, and demands explanation about these photos.

Mark doesn’t know what to say, but then he looks at the soldier, he looks frozen, the other looks like frozen too. There was silence, Mark could only listen to his own heart. Than a crack over the ceiling. Another one, the whole front wall was trembling. With his body tied, unable to move, his only option was to witness.

The wall was moving outwards, and then it flew to the horizon in a thousand pieces, Mark sees a silhouette floating, a huge womanly and muscular silhouette. It has to be Jennifer, nude. And it was, a bigger, a much bigger Jennifer.

He couldn’t believe in his eyes, Jen floats to the room and looks around. She lifts her hand and the soldiers were taken by some invisible force, she closes her hands and they fall to the side, dead.

'She became a goddess' he thought. She was too tall, too muscular, and too beautiful to handle. His mind melted to her.

Jen looks at him, and agrees with him. Smiling, Jen stops floating, and graciously walk the room. Mark where the only one who could see, the others where with the eyes still tied. How tall was she? Eight feet? And those muscles, her biceps were much bigger than his head, her breasts much bigger than her biceps, her tights, each one larger than his whole body. It was too much, too much of everything. She looks even younger, she looks like in his age, a teenager, the most beautiful face his ever see.

'Calm down Little Pig…' She tells him and magically his eyes where tied like the Marie and Charlie. 'Later we fool around'. Jennifer doesn’t know the limits of her new powers, but she felt so easy to manipulate everything around her. The people she liked will be in heaven, and who crossed her way would be burning in hell.

She looks at a mirror for the first time. She knew she was big, but seeing it was another thing. Jen hears the confusion and fear of those she saved from these masked soldiers. She felt sorry for them, they suffer because of her, and they needed be recompensed.

The floor was full of blood from the soldiers violence, but her simple thought killed eight at a second. She have to control her anger, people were just too fragile around her.

The ceiling was near total collapse because of her furious entrance. It was better to take everyone out. Or take the mansion out. She looks over the ceiling and the walls began to shake again. Debris that where falling float at the opposite direction, the same power she has to destroy, is the same power she has to protect.

The whole mansion floated, she wasn’t sure if she needed to do this, but she wanted to do it. Electric lines where disrupted, living them in darkness. The huge mansion goes up the sky leaving her and her friends alone in the ground. With a little more concentration the huge house cave in, becoming a huge ball of concrete with everything that was inside. The vessel over the beach floats together and unify with the spherical floating wreck. The sound of this were terrible to the humans. She senses that and moves the wreck far in the ocean, where she leaves the defeated gravity do the rest of the job.

'Wow' She thinks. It was like a new toy, her powers where overwhelming. And she wanted to experiment piece by piece. Looking around, only some furniture, and those dead bodies, and the little pigs, Marie and Charlie where in sight. The moon was full, it was a beautiful night.

What she will do now? The secret service will strike at her again, should she care? How insensible she was? What to do with Marie and Charlie, erase their minds? She opens her hand and the case with the wonder drug come to her. What she would do with these? She already has so much… so many possibilities. But one thing she was sure, no one can have such powers besides herself.

But first, she needed to leave. Bringing her little friends with her, until she decides what to do with them and the rest of the world. She looks at the sky and begun to fly. Like in an elevator she is going up to the stars and them look around. 'I love, love, love to fly'. She spotted a luxurious boat, a huge yatch 'that will serve'.

In the yatch were some cheap centerfolds, three mid aged men and some sailors. The boat where anchored. And then it began to move. The sailors were confused, and put the motors to run backwards. No change. The boat was accelerating forward, reaching an unprecedented velocity. The centerfolds became hysterical with the ship rough movement, Jen just laugh hearing them far away.

In less than ten minutes, the boat arrives the beach. Giving a psyquic order, the sailor forced the passengers to move out, like zombies, the sailors pointed guns at the mid aged men. They didn’t want to leave without an explanation. So Jen ordered their minds to jump. They already wasted too much of her time.

The sailors picked the centerfolds and come to the beach in an inflated boat. The girls were freighted. In the shore, they looked up, and see this huge naked woman, one of them yelled 'what a big bitch'. Jennifer sure didn’t like the comment. Frowning her eyes, the dumb centerfold became older, her youth was being draining from her, the other girls looked at her and screaming, run away. Jennifer was amazed that she could alter almost everything.

The zumbie sailors were bleeding over their noses. Perhaps she was using a little bit too much power over them. But now it was just too late. She ordered them to take the little pigs, Marie and Charlie to the yatch. And so they did.

On board the ship, Jennifer untied them all. The sailor was ordered to jump the ship like the others. Jennifer didn’t want to take any chances, so she drowned them to the bottom of the ocean. Pity, but they were causalities of (her) war. Charlie and Marie asked a thousand questions, but she just said she was going to sleep; would talk to them later. The boat without any engines begun to go to the high sea.

At the corridor, Jennifer was too big to walk comfortable in the narrow space. 'Maybe..'
Her body shrinks to 6'7 feet tall 'well, it's easy as everything'. In the master room, she took some clothes of the centerfolds. None fit. 'Damn, I don't want to be any smaller, well, here goes nothing.' The clothes expand in her hands, Jen laughs again, 'its just too good to be true', she was drunk with her super natural powers.

‘those centerfolds have a little too cheap taste, oh, well…’ 

[alex]

Oohh.  Awesome story so far. 

She seems like the exact kind of person who shouldn't have all this power.    I'm anxious to read more about it.

[KeithXZ]

Really excellent Crzy!

I'm actually not that big on physical growth/giantism, because I think it restricts where a plot can go.

But you have done a really excellent job, letting us know how the Martha/Jennifer feels, her evil emotions.  And you did a great job of leading us up to her growth — creating suspense and anticipation.

[cwmoss]

Fantastic stuff Crazyfck. You write really great stories. I hope you can find time to create some more fine tales for us all to enjoy.

[crazyfck]

yep, my stories always turn out to the girls becoming uncontrollable goddesses…

Oohh.  Awesome story so far. 

She seems like the exact kind of person who shouldn't have all this power.

no one should have such power, and yes, she's wrongest* one. that's the beauty of fantasies… destroy the world at night, in next day… destroy another one. exactly the opposite of what we do in reality… trying to save this one

I'm actually not that big on physical growth/giantism, because I think it restricts where a plot can go.

But you have done a really excellent job, letting us know how the Martha/Jennifer feels, her evil emotions.  And you did a great job of leading us up to her growth — creating suspense and anticipation.

yes, it's a trap. excessive growth destroys any plot,  if it has to have a goddess, I want it all, not only her (giant) feet. That's why I leave the doors opened, Jen could be a gts if she wished, or needs. If it was irreversible would be a disaster movie… the plot of survival, or just killing that it would imply. I prefer tow rite about corruption for the better and for the worst, it gives me ideas

thanks people, I like compliments  8) we all do

[Samurai]

More, Please.

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