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Heh, so they're like friends now? 

good work.

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I wonder if the women will try to start intimidating him on purpose.

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That photoshop leaves little trace of tampering.  Do you have the original?

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As a week passed, Maria's ex boyfriend dissipated into an acrid memory.  In morning's cool ochre visage,  Tommy wheeled himself up to the table and began to eat breakfast.  He watched Maria fill a mixing bowl with cereal and poured most of a gallon of milk into it.  She sat next to her brother, who was gnawing on his toast.   

    "Hey, don't you have physical therapy today?"

    "Yeah."

    "You sound sad."

    "I'm still sore for my last workout."

    "It will get better…  I'll help you."

     "Wait!"

    Tommy's directive was issued in vain, for Maria was clasping his back with her thumb and index finger.  The slightest nudge elicited a disconcerting crack.  Maria gasped. 

    "You broke my shoulder."  Tommy frowned. 

    "Sorry…"  Maria muttered and looked downward.

    "Just go away."  Tommy said.

    Maria stood up, head brushing the ceiling now, and lumbered to the backyard.  She paused to examine a flourishing oak which loomed over the two story house.  It still held the hull of a treehouse.  The woman became a smiling statue, awash in the glowing strata of childhood memories. 

    After staring into space, Maria jumped at a strudy branch, her pulsing legs sent her higher than intended, so she moved along another branch and dropped onto the treehouse.  She peered into the abandoned shelter and giggled, recalling tea parties, and comic books and poring over muscle magazines.  Her eyes glistened with amusement when they traveled to a series of dashes against the brown corrugated bark.  She looked at the red marks, which  hung above their white counterparts for years until the last, when Tommy's marks topped Maria's by a hairbreadth.  She tore off the shelter's vitiated top and carefully waddled to the painted series of lines.  She glanced at them and blinked.  The last height measurement was taken when she was about 6' 3" at the age of 18.  Now the red line lay under her nose.

    Pondering this for a moment, she shrug her shoulders.  "The tree must have grown…"  She then heartily hugged the tree's trunk in nostalgic giddiness.  The wodden column felt somewhat like warm taffy as it buckled and popped, and very rapidly imploded.  The huge woman managed to prevent the 30 foot oaken caber from falling, but the satellite dish was flattened. 

"Uh oh…  I'd better hide this."  She looked at the unwieldy stake in her hands and began to run.  Two miles later, she stood on the boundary of a sylvan preserve.  "No one will look for it here!"  She hoisted the broken tree in one hand and hurled it like a javelin at the dense forest.  The projectile leveled a blue spruce before impaling a redwood. 

"Crap!  I hope no one will notice."   Maria sidled off, making a feeble attempt to remain inconspicuous.  As she engulfed the streets with her shadow, the thought.  "I've got to get my mood swings under control.  I've been pumped on adrenaline all week…"

By the time she stepped through her door, her family was finishing lunch.  She found Tommy in his room.  "I'm sorry for breaking your shoulder.  What did the therapist say?"

    "She didn't say anything, becuase it was intact by the time she arrived."

"What?"

    "A compound fracture healed completely in two hours.  That's phenomenal.  By the way, I saw what happened to our receiver."

    "A meteor did it!"

    "A meteor of sufficient size to smash a dish and snap a tree would have left a remarkable  crater.  I also wonder where a meteorite could hide the evidence, hm??  Seriously, something's happening to us.  The myotranspositor must have altered our cellular composition somehow.  Haven't you noticed your mass lately?"

     "Are you calling me fat?"

    "No, go measure yourself sometime."

    "I'll do that."  Maria rushed out the door and into her bedroom.  She stripped off her clothes and wound a tapemeasure around her limbs. 

    "Wow!"  She still had her hourglass proportions, but her body had widened all over.  Her frame was swelling with sinew, but her face looked as feminine as ever.   "At least you haven't grown…"  She rubbed her slender feet.

     With overflowing enthusiasm Maria stomped back into her brother's room.  "You're right.  I bet I could be a superhero!"

    "You're forgetting something."

    "Huh?"

     "Get some clothes on!"  Tommy snapped.

     "oops…"  Maria blushed and manuevered her body into her bedroom.  Suddenly overtaked with fatigue, she crashed onto the floor and began to nap.

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It's simple but sensual.  I like the genie's surprise.

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I too wonder where your protagonist will go.

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http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/23215421/

Perhaps this will work better.

Thanks, Dwarfpriest.  I thought of putting this in the GTS art forum.

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That could be a potent marketing strategy for fashion designers…

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Her expression seems melancholic.

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A genius?  I'm adroit enough to perceive hyperbole, but not that intelligent 🙂

Thanks for the encouragement.  Sorry again for the delays, I keep seeing the thing wrapped up, but then a new plot lobe emerges…

EDIT:  FYI  I'm also toying with the idea of another story that is sort of a combination between The Succubus Stones and Midori No Hibi.

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