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The blue eyed Latina returned to her garden where a younger woman with dark eyes waited patiently.  The browned eyed lady's features looked acromegalic and half melted, and they periodically emitted unintelligible consonant clusters that combined with a perpetual case of croup induced by a permanently enlarged larnyx.  In fact, the asymmetric articulation of her mandible retsricted its opening and occlusion.  Her body was profusely muscled.  Her trim arms sported lavish biceps, but each of her broad shoulders featured a superfluous flipper that jerked about, trying to follow the corresponding appendage.  Otherwise, she could have been a rather large boned fitness model. 

     Tia picked up a teapot.  "More tea, Miss Marsical?" 

    The addressee nodded with a warped smile.  Tia bent over and refilled her cup.  She continued,  "What where you saying, Tina?"

    At this the tall humanoid voiced protest.  "/e?e?e/!" she chirped.  she picke up a small slate at her side and began to write.

     Tina just died.  Please call me by my true name.

     "Okay, Tia, but you don't have to be so melodramatic about it."

      Tears leaked from the bulbous eyes as she wrote on the slate again. 

      I still have nightmares.  My greatest moment.  Big muscular women finally fashionable, and I was on the set, and
it started falling apart, on camera.  The footage is all over the internet  I'm so embarrassed.

     Tia hugged the outlandish looking person.  "It'll be alright.  You'll find another job."

     Tia Marscial hugged back, trying not to smack her friend with her flippers.  She wrote on the board again.

  I can only model jeans now.

      "That's good.  Some post-operative polygenetics have to find new lines of work."

    This elicited an indeterminate sound from the other woman.    Really Tia…I'm a 'mong  now. LOL

     "No.  You  don't deserve that pejorative term or any of its procope-derived variants."

    "?a?a?a?a"  Tia laughed and scribbled a response.

     Even at your most preposterous, you're sincere.

    "Such sardonism is a sign of versility.  You'll be fine."  The blue eyed woman took a biscuit and flung it at Tia, who grabbed it, shredded it, and placed it carefully into her mouth.

    "You must be hungry.  Would you like some chocolate cake."

    Tia blushed ultramarine and wrote.  I don't want to inconvenience you."

    "It is a facile matter."  Tia vanished and swiftly returned with a pitcher full of blender-rent cake.  She placed it on the table.

     "/o:u/"  Tia cooed and drank it.  She beamed afterwards and made a note.

    That was delicious.  Am I going to get fat now?

    "Yes and no.  One of the symptoms of your condition is that your parameters change.  So although your fat and muscle tissues will become exponentially larger than normal humans, you will technically not be obese."

   Sounds like you.  Tia looked her friend up and down.

   "Yes, I have… a related condition, but it is a natural part of my genotype, not the effect of genetic engineering" 

    I see.  Do you know what will happen to my butt?

    "It'll feel like a pair of wrecking balls wrapped in a thick warm blanket.  Have a seat."  Tia patted the side of her posterior that flattened outward as she sat down. Her friend hesitated, but eventually seated herself on the billowing escarpment of flesh.  Tia looked down to see the woman on her flank crying   "What's wrong?"

      Whoa!  This feels nice.  Thank—  The rest of the message was unintelligible. 

    "Are you still saddened by something?"

     Tia pondered. Do you think I'll be able to get a man this way?  She gestured toward her face 

      "It is a definite possiblity, but thinking about your face will only render it a cynosure."

     Tia stood, suddenly more composed.  She ran an hand through her hair and wrote on her chalkboard.
      I feel better now, but It's getting kind of late.  She hastened to depart before Tia Juno could say anything.  She turned around and saw what disconcerted her.

     An obtrusive camera extended from the bushes.  Tia bent her thighs and propelled herself to the side of her property.  She landed squarely on a shocked paparazzo and elevated the comparatively scrawny man to eye level and grabbed his camera.  "You should be careful lurking about in the bushes.  Somebody might step on you."

  As the powerful woman erased most of the pictures, she elaborated.  "I've always tolerated the cameras in the past, even that tasteless public restroom incident, but this displeases me to an indisciple extent.  You invade my property, where my family lives and eavesdrop on one of my friends during a very emotionally vulnerable time, and that is unacceptable.  She hung a fingertip indented camera on the photographer's neck, and carried him to the gate, where she placed him on his trembling feet.  Tia loomed close and looked him in the eye.  Fully aware of his overwhelming fear, she knelt down and gently whispered a word in his ear. 

     "Leave."

     The paparazzo nearly tore his arm of as he rushed through the wrought iron gate.  Tia looked down and noticed that he had dropped his camera.  She glared into the camera and took a single picture.  Then she leaned out the gate and hurled it at the retreating offender.

     Tia sighed and went into her home.  Her husband, a 2 meter blonde man named Chad, stood and looked at her curiously.  "What was that?"

    "Intruder."

    "Did you call the police?"

    Tia shrugged.  "I couldn't.  The man felt compelled to do so for his job.  I get the impression that he had a family."

    "What did you do?"

    Tia smiled slightly.  "I reminded him that it was unwise to encroach on people's territory unannounced."

    "You psychologically scarred him, didn't you?"

     "Maybe, but many people would have physically scarred him.  I'm tired of thinking about this.  Let's eat dinner."

    "Certainly.  Tia?"  Chad looked up with eyes brimming with emotion.

    "hmmm?"

    "Happy anniversary."

    "Happy Anniversary cutie… What's this?"  Tia went to one of the dining rooms, where an unusually large feast was awaiting her.

    "Remember that meal we had at our wedding reception ten years ago?  Here it is!"

    Tia's eyes teared as she examined the delicacies.  "Just as I remember."  She kissed her husband passionately and sat down at the table. 

    "Wait.  Where are the kids?" 

    "Ted says they'll be home tomorrow."

    "Okay, let's eat."

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Wow!  Nice display of strength!

I'm a little surprised to see that she didn't get angry about that 'transmongrant' comment.  I would have put in a short display of anger… maybe have her pick up a barrel and say She pointed at the barrel, "this is you" and with a with little effort on her strength, she crushed the barrel like it was a beer can.  She placed the pulverised barrel on the ground, "Any question?".  Just an idea.

Keep writing, I like the story so far.

LOL!  That's a marvelous idea, but it's OOC for Tia to get angry over most things. 

The original story is here, if you have not read it.

http://www.amaz0ns.com/index.php?option=com_smf&Itemid=41&topic=278.0

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This work is simply ingenious!

The retroactive effects are superlatively creative.

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I hope the Atlantis movie is incorporated into this one.

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Those two are quite duplicitous  😮

Although I fail to see how deceiving Alyssa will make her join their cause.

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Muscles of steel?  That almost sounds like a burden: setting off metal detectors,  flying toward magnetic fields.  lol

great story.

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And EWW oekaki central D: that place is WAY to elitist for me.

The mods are tough and the star standards are stringent, but in terms of tools and settings it's one of the best free oekaki setups around.

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I had that idea too.

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I like to oekaki.

My favorite site is http://www.oekakicentral.com

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I've never heard of "muscle inflation" before, but it sounds more unnatural than muscle growth.

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