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Thanks again, people. I love to write it too

I was sweating, all my life I fantasized unreal muscles in girls, since I was a kid. And Margot hit the spot. Her walk had a bulk, her short blond hair showed her muscular neck and shoulders, but at the same time, the proportion of those muscles emphasizes even more her breasts and butt, with a waist so thin that makes her upper part even more magnificent.

“You know that I had fantasies with her as a kid?”

“Betty… she’s hot”

“No, I mean Margot”

“Really? She was such a… tomboy”

“Weird, isn’t it?”

“Well, now you have Margot times ten” yes, he talked like I was the hot shot, but I felt embarrassed like a ten years old with a crush for the first time. Perhaps because that was the age when I met her. I looked at her but she turned aside, avoiding eye contact, I couldn’t say, but then she looked at me for a fraction of a second. Something was in the air, I could taste it, I was salivating. I imagined those muscles surrounding me, engulfing me, making me hers. “you are into hers, don’t you?” Craig asked me.

“Is that obvious?” I said as I swallowed the beer finishing it. It was the time hour of Louis Merchant II, that’s my full name.  I stood up to her direction; thought that I had the power to do, but when I spoke to her, my mind clouded “M… Margot, aren’t you?”

“You remember!” She could knock me down with a whisper; it was neck or nothing:

“Margot, our swimming champion… how could I forget you?”

She silenced for some seconds, not only her, but Betty and Dawn also. Margot looked at me like we knew each other for ages and came closer… and kissed me in front of them. Like we should have done ten years ago; I lost myself in her, I didn’t give damn of anyone looking at us, it was the best kiss in my life. I felt her muscles, her tongue, and her arms over me, holding me to her. It was better than sex, at least the sex I had until then.

In the end, my seduction never worked as I expected… but I had exactly what I wanted, by not playing at all. I should know it, acting is just like that.

Dawn and Betty left us alone, the loud music and the alcohol were the only thing between us. My hand crossed over the leaps of hard muscles, and for more than I was addict to it, it was something that existed only in my imagination until then. Feeling it alive in my hands was an out-body experience.

Then I opened my eyes, I didn’t really know her, but I had already a life-time memory of her. “Come” was the only thing she said as she took my hand to the exit. In all that appears Kevin, with a shirt in his hand:

“Is not many stores that remains open at this time” Kevin said rushing at Dawn’s. With him at a distance I saw Betty and Craig flirting; happy ending to everyone, I guess. Margot carried me away to her car, accelerating to somewhere. I lay down on her lap while she was driving, feeling her tights with my cheek, smelling her, I could feel a tremor coming inside her. It just made me more intrusive, raising my lips to her left breast; I could feel her heartbeats thru the nipple I was sucking over her bra and shirt.

As I reached her neck, she stop the car somewhere in the deserted highway, she opens the roof of her convertible at the same time she goes over me. We couldn’t help it, we tore each other clothes and had sex under the night sky. Margot lost control of herself, and inside her I felt her cunt tighten around me, and then she kissed me, and then it tighten all over again, and then I was kissing her nipples… hard to say who was in charge; I guess she was, but Margot was so sensitive to everything I did that her reaction was more than I thought it to be.

She was so much stronger than me that I felt like a puppet. And that’s the way I always fantasized about Margot, she picking me up, putting me inside her, toying with me, sucking me. I wanted to feel her more, her muscles, her power, but my batteries were drying off. Too much beer, too little sleep, but she was restless and continued until I passed out.

I wake up in somewhere unknown; I saw the curtains moving, the strange wind in my face and her curves screaming at my face. Margot was sleeping in the nude. In the shadow I saw her tights, longer than mine, much longer, much thicker, so more powerful than mine… if she woke up in alarm she could crush me. It was a dangerous thought, and I wanted this danger:

I entered my face between those tights, finding her clit. Each leg weighted a ton, and I embraced them, feeling them with my arms, understanding my powerlessness over them. She tasted a little more acid now; her clit wake up as I heard a humming coming from her breath, she was liking it. So I gone faster, swallowing it, rubbing my face on it, sucking it, biting it, and then her thighs close over my face as she wanted to squeeze my face into her cunt; I wasn’t sure if she was awaken or not. I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it anyway. Margot come on my face and continued to sleep; I was still locked between her muscular thighs, too tired to get out of her heavy legs. Not that I minded.

I woke up again looking at her over me, watching me waking up, kissing. “Rise and shine, rise and shine…” she kissed me with a menthol taste, her towel drying her hair, wearing a braless white shirt, her breasts were pointing up, her biceps contracting at the smallest movement of her towel. I was feeling hard again “look at your hair…” she said touching it “you are smelling pussy… did you… that’s why I woke with you between my legs!”

“I think I need a shower…”

She bitted her lips “go fast.” In her closet were marks on a door, probably her height progress over the months. It started with 5’6 and it ended with 6’3, it didn’t seem to slow down, and it weren’t. I saw a box full of old clothes, all destroyed by her growth; I took up a ripped bra, and it was different from the delicate material of a ordinary bra, it had to be stronger as her. I think that I couldn’t tear it up with my own hands. I the wall I saw photographs of her in every stage of the drug, she was fit before, but her muscular development was unstoppable; I could see in her eyes over the photographs that she was addicted to it. Some photos were around her family becoming each month smaller at her side. “what are you looking in there?” she asked me from the bed.

“Your development”

She entered the closet.

“Do think… that I did too much?”

“You are asking the wrong guy”

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thank you moss, happy holidays to you too

and to everyone

where we were… yes, the flower shop:

“Yes, beautiful isn’t it? I planted all over dad’s garden, they grow so fast, we are talking with grandpa to fill Stepford with those, they grow all year, except winter.”

“Are you sure of that? I mean the flavor is a drug, isn’t it? It is like planting marijuana… and every girl on the street could pick it up, there is a lot of troubled girls out there who would upmod their size, their… strength”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

That answer shut down my mouth, did she know? Did she go trough out my computer? Did Julia, my little sister, told it to her? “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean”

“Shithead!” Claudia yelled at my back. Is she thinner?  Where is her double chin? I didn’t have to think to see that both are taking the flavor. And the thought of Eve knowing me more than I wanted, the thought that Claudia and Eve must have talked to death about it, frightened me.

Claudia embraced me harder than usual. I knew her too well, it was something.

“I can see that you both are taking the flavor”

“How do you know?” Them both asked.

“What? That no one else notices? Come on.”

“Look, grandpa will be at dinner tonight, behave yourself” Eve told me.

“Let’s make a deal, don’t tell dad that I’m here today, I don’t want to fight grandpa right now”

They agreed with me. Every dinner he and I would crash over the table. I needed some relaxation. So I called my old buddies to drink until tomorrow. Kevin was already married, married to his first girlfriend, I don’t recall any other girl that he kissed. I was against this marriage, even being the best man. She was the girl who fights with him over the silliest things; always bothered by something that wouldn’t tell anyone. I despised her. Negative energies come from her all the time. And Kevin was a nice guy, he didn’t deserve to be tied with her for life.

And there is Craig, who will never marry anyone.

“Crazy thing is this flavor, is driving every chick nuts” He said to me drinking the beer “Did you saw Dawn recently?”

“Almost a year” Dawn was Kevin’s wife.

“It will be a shock”

“She’s coming over?” that bar was exactly the kind of place she hated.

“I guess, Kevin can’t go out without her anymore”

“He cheated her?”

“Kevin?!?”

“No, of course not, silly me” and then I saw Dawn coming into the bar “no fucking way that one is Dawn” she was close to seven feet, she had to duck to pass the door. And all eyes were directed to her. Near her was Kevin, almost invisible. She walked in slo-mo to our table, I couldn’t help but gawk from her legs to her absurdly imposing breasts in a red tight shirt. I gulped the empty air and said: “I’m shocked”

“I’ve grown a little”

“I can see that, what is that? two feet taller?!”

“One and a half, I’m using heels” her high heels weren’t that tall.

I embraced Kevin and we chatted, but all attention was in Dawn. She seemed to loosen up herself, not seemed to be bothered as always, she was laughing, she was happy. Can’t say that about Kevin.

“So, when we gonna have another movie?” she asked to me.

“I’m working on that, but to tell the truth, don’t know, can be anytime” I lightened a cigarette.

“You shouldn’t smoke” she said in a low tone reproving my sick habit; even her voice seemed bigger.

“I know. And you Kevin?”

“I… quit”

“You? Good for you” I knew that Dawn would make him quit smoking. And seemed that everything he does needs her approval, even to answer me. And Dawn was drinking, something also new to me, an LS for sure. I meet some amazons in Dawn-class in LA, but never someone that I knew before. Every amazon is alluring, and I thought that it was by chance, but now I can see that beauty is really something that comes along with size. That’s why women couldn’t stop taking it.

“Didn’t you had a birth mark over the neck?” I pointed, searching for it, it was quite a mole. But only a velvet skin was there.

“It’s gone, disappeared by itself. Amazing, huh?” she smiled as I could see a little tear in her shirt near her shoulder. Only then I realized the curves of her muscles coming from her neck to her biceps. She perceived my eyes probing her.

“you have a little tear over here”

“where?” as she moves the tear expands more “shoot. Kevin bring me another shirt in the car” he didn’t even reply, he just gone to the car. “I always carry extra” she saw some of her friends in the balcony, one of them outrageously muscular, and there she pointed at me, probably telling them that I’m a Hollywood superstar. Probably not telling the bankrupted part.

“the whole town is into it?” I asked Craig.

“not yet, but soon… you know that you are a celebrity around here, don’t you?”

“Well, it is a small town”

“And you know that you are the Mr.Right to all these girls? And that you have that strange attractor?”

“Why are you telling me that?”

“Just checking… do you recognize those friends of Dawn?”

“Holy shit, yes, is that Margot? And Betty?” Margot was a girl older than me that tried to defend me from bullies at school. But to be defended in school by a girl… is not something that really helps.

“Yes and yes”

“Margot is enormous, look at her arm”

“well, she was an athlete in school, so you can imagine what this stuff can do a girl who was strong already”

I was sweating, all my life I fantasized unreal muscles in girls, since I was a kid. And Margot hit the spot. Her walk had a bulk, her short blond hair showed her muscular neck and shoulders, but at the same time, the proportion of those muscles emphasizes even more her breasts and buttocks, with a waist so thin that makes her upper part even more magnificent.

“You know that I had fantasies with her as a kid?”

“Betty… she’s hot”

“No, I mean Margot”

“Really? She was such a… tomboy”

“Weird, isn’t it?”

“Well, now you have Margot times ten” 

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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

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loved the playboy bunnies

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'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…’ 

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I read somewhere that cameron said that avatar and battle angel will be in the same universe. He wants to create his Star Wars franchise; so I'm pretty sure that he'll bring battle angel

maybe the michele rodriguez issue will push battle angel to production, who knows? it's a great concept

that hollywood is a sometimes a heartless business is true… with so many failures…

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how about it?

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two words: Kill Bill

it's warner fault that they can't bring female leads to the box office

ridley scott can –I know, GI Jane sucks, but sigourney weaver is a proof that an amazon works for action/triller/horror/sci-fi; even the 1984 apple ad is a proof of that

and james cameron always put a strong female character in any movie he makes, even titanic or true lies. and will bring Avatar, in 3D with a female lead

suck that warner

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crazyfck I love your photominip of SOFIA COPPOLA!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEEASE DO MORE OF HER!!!!!! ;D

do you mean this one…

you know that besides her being incredibly intelligent and talented, she's quite an athlete?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uchUEVmjWM0

I'll give a try to make another one of her

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and valerafon…

I was only expecting to see Joanie at the airport. I nearly fainted
when I saw Lorna too. In the last six months, Lorna had gotten even
bigger and more massive then the last time I saw her. Her new
height and weight measurements were the first things she shared
with me. She was now an incredible 6'8'' tall and weighed in at an
awesome 225 pounds, and there wasn't an once of fat on her
athletically trim but muscular body. In fact, another statistic she
shared with me was that her body fat was an incredible two percent.
It was hard to believe a teen just a few months short of her
fifteenth birthday could be so awesomely endowed.

And my step sister had hit an incredible growth spurt herself in
Australia. She too was turning into a young Amazon. Even though her
height and weight measurements were dwarfed by Lorna's standards,
they were impressive in their own right. At 6'3'' and 185 pounds
she now towered over me by a full foot and outweighed me by some
seventy pounds.

http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/valerafon/lorna2.txt

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