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In their suite, Sonya looked over to her friend Tetsuko.  That big block of linen-covered industrial foam rubber her friend lay upon would've given Martha Stewart a heart attack.  But it looked comfortable.  Definitely a lot sturdier than the cot that Les replaced at the last minute.

"So you wrecked their truck?" the doctor asked.

Tetsuko nodded, sighed, and stared at the ceiling.  "It got ugly.  I tried ignoring the smack talk, I honestly did.  In with anger, out with love, that sorta thing. But when they started dumping on Les, that just set me off."

"What about the police?"

Tetsuko glared.  "I almost wish those three WOULD file a report.  I'd get Les to press charges against THEM."

Sonya turned on her side and propped up her head with her hand.  "You really like him, don't you?"

"Mmh," Tet-chan grunted.  "He's really cute."

"Yeah.  He is.  Pretty considerate, too.  That bed you're sleeping on was his." 

The titanic towhead sighed again.  "I wish he'd step up to that pompous windbag of a boss."

"Yeah."  She looked over to the gift jar of muscle-growth nuts:  amino-acid concentrated cashews, filberts, pistachios, and almonds she'd gotten before dinner.  "Eaton's brilliant, and a real friend to the environment.  But somebody's gotta take his high horse and break its legs."  Her finger traced the jar's label. 

"So you didn't choke him to death?"

"Tempting, but no.  He just isolated himself in the lab, worked on a few more things, and called it a night.  I just checked the news on my PDA.  What'd you and Les do after the Waffle House?"

"Well, we rode up to a scenic overlook to finish our eats, and I talked to him about Slade, and how you injected me with the serum.  He looked pretty nervous around me after he saw me smash that pickup."  She shook her head.  "I think I calmed him down once we chatted, but…"

A long pause.  "So you think you'll get to sleep okay?" asked Sonya.

"Should.  It's been a long drive."

And leaning back on her pillow, Tetsuko put her mp3 player's earbuds on, and started "Winds Nocturne" from Lunar Silver Star.

***

She heard the tires on gravel, to her surprise.  Rising, Tetsuko sat upright.  Sonya was still asleep.  Feeling around for her cell phone, she found it and checked the time.  3 minutes after midnight.  Swinging her long, thick, curvy legs around, and and drawing the sheet around her massive shoulders and chest, she got up and stepped as lightly as her big body could.  She moseyed out, and felt her way around the dark halls, and made her way to the kitchen.

Tetsuko no baka, she thought, you don't know where the light switches are in this place.  She went on anyway; she didn't want to wake up Les or tick off Dr. Green and get a lecture on wasting electricity, more likely than not.   

Then in the dark, she saw a few reflections and recognized something on the counter:  the tea and coffee service.  With the cups still out; Les hadn't put it away.  Well, she was feeling a little thristy.  And no point letting this stuff go to waste.  But she didn't want to be up all night, so she sniffed around.  Hmm.  That smelled kinda like herbal tea.  She reached out, snagged it, (hmm, felt like a drinking glass), and chugged. "Bleah," she thought.  Nasty menthol aftertaste.  Needs water to wash it down.  And she felt around, found the sink with the filtered faucet, and poured herself a big glassful.  And with a big gulp, she put the glass in the sink, washed it out, and gently tropmped back to bed.

"Mmmb," went Sonya.  "Tet-chan?"

"Just stepped out for a drink of water," she whispered.  "Back to bed. Oyasumi nasai."

"Hmm," mumbled Sonya.  "You sue me nicely, too."

***

Dawn came quickly.  Tetsuko wasn't automatically an early riser, but she hadn't needed as much sleep as before Sonya's serum.  And her throat was PARCHED. It's like she hadn't gone to get anything to drink at all last night.  So she slowly staggered up, and rubbed the sandman's stuff from the eyes.  Figuring everyone else was still asleep, she grabbed her toiletry kit, went out and found the shower near the office toilets. 

Stepping in, she remembered the rule for showering when she went camping.  Just enough water to get wet, turn it off, lather up, then turn it on to rinse.  No Hollywood showers.  Disrobing, she stepped in and let the water spray all over her massive body.

And turning the faucet off, she got her bar of Lever 2000 to lather up… and she noticed she was dry all over again.  Puzzled, she turned the water on, got wet, and turned it off again, and soaped up… and got only the top half of her body sudsy.  Sure, she thought, there was a lot more turf to cover up there lately, but still…

Gurglegurglegurgle went something inside her stomach.  Eugh, she thought.  Must've been all that pie and waffles.  And she got a washcloth this time, and wiped herself below the waist.  But it seemed like as soon as she got her legs done, she could only soap on thigh or calf or foot at a time before everything else dried up. 

Ano, she thought, what's the showerhead spraying anyway?  Rubbing alcohol?  And this shower's so small, I have to step outside of it to change my mind!

Well at long last, she managed to get herself lathered up.  And finally she gave up on conserving, and used the water at full blast to rinse all the soap off.  And with that, she wrapped a towel around herself, and went to get some fresh clothes.

The towel barely kept all the censorable stuff covered.  And as she passed through the doorways, they seemed closer than before. 

When she got in, (and she barely missed the top of the jamb by an inch or two,) she quickly put her clothes on before Sonya woke up.  But her black sleveless T shirt felt much tighter than she remembered on last wear.  And it didn't cover her belly button.  It was tougher getting her white trousers on.  They felt more like Capris now. 

"Uh-oh," she exclaimed.

"Mmmh, Tetsuko?" said Sonya, rousing herself.  "What's wrong?"

"Tell me straight forward, Sonya-chan," Tetsuko asked.  "Do I look any… bigger?"

"Dunno," said Sonya.  "Need glasses and caffeine to see properly.  Can we check in the kitchen?"

*** 

As they passed through the halls, Tetsuko gauged her height versus the doors.  And she took a breath.  "It's true.  I HAVE grown.  Six inches or so.  I'm just a notch shy of seven feet tall."

***

Chop chop chop went Dr. Green's knife on the potatoes.  He didn't look up as the ladies came in.  "Good morning," he said coolly.  "I'll have some canola-fried hash browns, and soy-milk French toast ready before too long. 

"Thanks," said Tetsuko, "but I'm not very hungry right now. Am very thirsty, though."

"Brewing some bean juice right as we speak," said someone by the coffeemaker.  Tetsuko giggled.  Right there in red and white-striped pajamas, with very messy uncombed hair and a pre-caffeine zombie face, was Les. 

"No, not coffee," said Tetsuko.  "Water.  Big glass of it.  I feel like could drink a bucket's worth."

"Glasses are in the cabinet over the solar toaster," said Dr. Green. 

And so, Tetsuko got the biggest cup she could find, hurried to the sink, and started pouring, turning off the tap, and gulping, and pouring again. 

"So how you take your coffee, Dr. Gannon?" asked Les.

"Please," she replied, "Call me Sonya.  And I take mine–"

"Wait, I'm sorry, I need cups.  Just a second." And he looked over to the service left out from last night.  "Aw, nuts.  Forgot to store everything last night.  I'm sorry.  Let me just use one of these."  And he moseyed over, and picked the cups up.  As he passed, though, Tetsuko dropped her big gulp cup into the sink.  And she put one hand over her heart, and another over her stomach.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, went her innards.

"I feel strange," she uttered.  And she propped herself with both hands on the sink's edges. 

Slowly but steadily, as her insides sloshed and surged like pipes being plunged by a plumber, her body got wider.  It expanded, and got stouter, like a tree trunk.  Her arms started to bulk up until her biceps were as big as large canteloupes.  Her back and shoulders broadened, and a small tear began on her T-shirt up to the small.  Up front, the shirt's bottom rose up from her navel up to two inches below her billowing breasts, each now expanding to almost the size of an average computer monitor.

Her thighs and calves also thickened and lengthened.  And she got taller as well as wider.  When she stopped growing, so did her internal noise.  And she straighened up, now seven and a half feet tall.

The other three stared for quite a while.  Then a horrible thought hit Les.  "Uh, Tetsuko?  Did you get anything at all to drink last night?"

"Uh, yeah, I remember coming here and getting a cup or glass of something… must've been that herbal tea.  Tasted pretty funky."

"And where did you put the glass when you were done with it?"

"Uh, I rinsed it out and put it in the sink?  Ah yes, this is it."  And she picked it up and held it for all to see.

Les then winced and gasped sharply.  Sonya looked up, and clapped a hand to her cheek.  Dr. Green looked up and his eyebrows shot up.  "Great Jonas Salk," he whispered.

Tetsuko then got a hard look at it. 

It was a lab beaker.  And it was labeled:  "Mito-Chloroplast Culture:  Sample K."

To Be Continued…

[JimmyDimples]

Ah yes, I remember catching that one.  I'm surprised David's vid hadn't been mentioned around here earlier.

Didn't know No Relation (RSVP) had a video… I just assumed it was their main track for the video game Loaded.

Oh, and for the record:  this folder is just for TV ALERTS.  Y'know… when a clip to our interest will come on, what channel, what's on, etc.  It's for updates.  Television/Movies under Society, Media & Technology is where you go if you want to discuss what's on.  Easy mistake to make.

[JimmyDimples]

I must concur, I prefer the forum's response to my writing.  Makes it feel much more worthwhile.

I haven't gotten as much as a USUK from Brawna yet.  😥

[JimmyDimples]

Very nice vintage on both Leena and our relatively small chain-breaker.

The latter kinda reminds me of the intro to Thundarr the Barbarian.  "But one man breaks his bonds to fight for justice." or something like that.  Wasn't that in its first run when you drew that?

[JimmyDimples]

Actually, it was Clover. "The Incredible Bulk" is, from what I can tell, the only episode someone other than Clover gets transformed.

Sorry, muh bad.  I keep getting Alex and Clover mixed up for some reason.

I'd been meaning to do one FMG fanfic with Sam… as soon as I 'm done with everything else, which'll probably be around next February 30th.  😛

[JimmyDimples]

The extreme fattening they did in "Passion Patties," where there's a cookie that's insanely addictive… and Alex was the one that got hooked and blimped.

And while not bulked out a la her buddies, Sam did end up under the influence of the Amulet of Sisterhood in the episode "W.O.W."  (Women of Wrestling).  So there's that.

[JimmyDimples]

Les rinsed the dishes' remnants into the composting disposal unit.  "Did you like dinner?"

Tetsuko stacked the plates in the air-dry rack.  "It was okay.  Your salad was best.  Let's go get something to eat."

"Huh?"

"Sorry, but that didn't fill big me all the way.  Besides, we didn't get to dessert.  What was it?"

"There wasn't one.  Sorry."

Tetsuko whipped her head Les' way.  "Not even fresh fruit?"

"Dr. Green thinks dessert is over-consuming."

She exhaled deeply.  "Now that's just messed up.  I need some sugar and saturated fats to counter all that healthy stuff.  Can you ride with me and show me a good place?"

Les smiled.  And he remembered the disks.  "Now that you mention it… I know where we can get some decaf and pie."

And with the dishes cleaned, they set out to the parking lot. 

"My car's a bit cramped," Les apologized.

"So we'll take the SUV, then," Tetsuko suggested.

"Won't that affect the readouts, results, scientific records and all that?"

"As long as we mark them down, it'll be okay.  Just like logging mileage for the company car."  Then she glanced at him.  "Hey… you ARE limping!"

"Uh, yeah."  He hurried over to the passenger side, trying to hide it, but rushing made it even worse.

"How'd that happen?"

He opened the door quickly.  "Uh, I'd rather not bore you," he rushed.

She caught the door before he could close it.  "Please," she urged concernedly.  "Bore me."

He stared at her for a few seconds.  "I heard your boss say something about Slade's goons blasting you."

She nodded.  "Show me yours, and I'll show you mine, ne?"

***

As they pulled into the Waffle House parking lot, Tetsuko clenched the steering wheel.  "If I ever meet those three jackholes…"

"It's okay," Les started.

"No, it's not!" she spat.  "What if you'd been run over and killed?  Or crashed into someone else?!"

"Easy, easy," he soothed, unconsciously patting a calming hand on her bicep. He was impressed how it was so soft-skinned, and yet granite-hard underneath.  "Getting mad won't help.  Look, it's not like they'll still be around here, probably.  They don't lack THAT much of a life.  What say I buy?"

Calming down, she looked at him.  "I can eat quite a bit," she warned.

"Let's see how much."

***

"Okay, hun," said the clerk at the counter, "that's two pecan waffles, raisin toast, two pieces of chocolate pie, a large iced tea, and… you want anything, Les?"

"Pie and coffee, that's all," said Les. 

"Alrighty, I can serve up the pie, tea and coffee right away, and get you the rest as soon as it's done, miss."

Pocketing the blank DVDs he'd left behind, Les spun on the stool next to Tetsuko. "How about we see what's on the jukebox?"

"You don't have to," Tet-chan said, "unless they got J-pop on it."

Getting up anyway, Les moseyed over to it, and sifted through the country/western and top 40 stuff.  "Meh, feh, bleh, neh ehh… hey!  'Turning Japanese' by the Vapors!  Didn't think they'd have that."  And he put in the coins and punched up the song.

But when he turned back, he saw somebody sit down right at his seat, and dig into his pie.  Then he turned right toward Tetsuko.  "Hey, baby," he said, "all those curves, and me with no brakes!"

Tetsuko idly fished up a restaurant brochure.  "Somebody's already sitting there," she muttered without looking up. 

"Yeah, me!" he continued.  "Hey, I know milk does a body good, but dang, baby, how much you drinkin'?"

"Hey, buddy," Les said, "That's mine."  Not looking back, the other guy shooed him away like a fly.  Irritated, Les reached for the seat's base, and spun it and the interloper around.  "I said…"

And he cringed.  It was Lanky.

"Well looky here!" said Clyde behind him.  "Captain Planet's back!"

Les cringed again.  A dirty, greasy hand shot out, grabbed his shoulder, and spun him around.  Fatso.  "Hey Babalooga, you got that little electro-putt-putt fixed already?" 

"Yeah, how about another joyride like last time?" Clyde chimed in, slapping his back "playfully" roughly.

"Hey, back off," Les said tightly.  "Haven't you got anything else to do?!"

"Didn't see your kiddy bike out there," Lanky said.  "How'd you get back here?"

"With me."

Tetsuko slowly stood up straight from her seat, and put her hands on her hips.  Four inches shorter than her, Lanky eyed her up and down. 

"Dang," he whispered.  "How much milk HAVE you been drinkin'?"

Without a hint of anger, her expression was cool as ice.  "So you boys met before?"

"Uh, yeah," said Fatso, unsurely.  "Just goofin' around."

"Les told me about you.  You got a ride?"

"Yeah," said Shorty.  "A Chevy S-10.  Almost perfect machine.  ALMOST perfect 'cuz you ain't in it.  Yet."  And he cracked a confident grin.

"Hey, get in line, boy," Lanky muttered.

Holding up a finger for Lanky to wait, Tetsuko turned to Shorty.  "How much can it pull?"

"Plenty." 

"I got a hybrid SUV… want to have a tug-of-war and see which one's more powerful?  If I lose, you boys and I go out on the town."

"Huh?" went a befuddled Les.

Lanky perked up on that.  "Yeah, baby!"

Shorty didn't look so sure.  But then he pried, "Hybrid, you said?" Tetsuko nodded.  He then got a small, seemingly knowing smile.  "Well… a'ight."

"What we waitin' fer?" said Fatso.  "Got a loggin' chain in the back!"

And they headed out to the parking lot.  Tetsuko followed.  But first she whispered to Les, "Get take-out boxes for our food."

***

Fatso wrapped and hooked the chain onto the pick-up's back axle.  "Alrighty, then," he said, as he handed Tetsuko the other end.  "All set.  Where's YOUR ride, sugar?"

"Here."

Fatso's nose wrinkled.  "I don't see yer SUV."

"You're not tugging my SUV," said Tetsuko.  "You're tugging ME."

His forehead wrinkled.  "Say what?"

"No, I didn't stutter."  She held up the chain.  "Tug-of-war, your pick-up versus me." 

The three rednecks looked at each other like she was crazy. 

"Well, if you boys wanna call it off…" she said, lowering the chain.

"No, no, no!" interjected Lanky. "Bet's still on."  And they set the ends of the Waffle House as their turf lines.

"Ready?" Tetsuko yelled out.

The truck cranked up.  "Yup!" called Shorty.

"All right, flag us, Les!"

Right at the chain's midpoint, tying a marker rag, Les looked at both contestants, totally unsure.  Finally, he shrugged and raised his arms up in the air.  "Ho-kay, ready…." He snapped them down.  "GO!" 

Screech! The tires did their impression of a drag race start, but it kept on for five seconds… then six…

"Hey Clyde," Fatso said, "get it outta neutral!  Yer tires are gonna be slick as onions!"

"It IS outta neutral, ya nimrod," Clyde sniped, pointing at the gearshift in Drive.  The three looked back.  Tetsuko stood there, stock still, as if still waiting for them to start pulling.

"Shift it into a lower gear!" said Lanky. 

Clyde slapped it into second.  It put a little more power into the wheels, but no dice.  The smell of burning, smoking rubber filled the air.  Tetsuko just leaned back a little  held the chain, and casually tapped her foot.  Finally Clyde put it in the lowest gear and floored it.  The engine roared in its fight-or-flight mode.  The tires spun and burned down the tread to where the metal fibers poked out.

And finally there WAS some movement.  But not the truck's way.  Clyde, Fatso, and Lanky bounced in the cab, as the vehicle lurched backward.  They turned back… and their jaws hung down wide open as they saw Tetsuko grab the chain, one hand in front of the other, as she reeled the Chevy in toward herself.  Finally, the truck stopped near her by her end of the Waffle House.  Letting the engine idle, they stared at her with eyes popping out of their heads.

"Better turn off the engine," she said.  "Gas nowadays isn't cheap."

Clyde did.  And they piled out of the truck.

"Huh!?  Wha?! Buh! Guh!" stammered Fatso.

She beckoned an equally boggled Les over to her side.  He came over, with the food packaged to go.  "I think the words you're looking for," she said simply, "is 'I'm sorry, Les.'"

They kept on staring. 

"You… you…" Finally Lanky snapped.  "YOU FREAKSHOW!  You she-male!  How many steroids you poppin' a day anyway, MISTER?!  I don't care HOW nice your face or big your boob-job is!  No real woman can do that!  You're like the ultimate lesbo-enviro– enviro– envi– tree-hugger!"

Tetsuko didn't even blink.  She kept her cool.

Lanky turned on Les.  "And YOU! Little queerboy, let some quote-unquote 'girl' do yer fightin' for ya!  You musta been cellmates from the same prison or something!"

Fatso rapped Lanky's shoulder, and nervously, silently prompted him to quickly shut up.  Just one look at her face showed Lanky why.

It had hardened into a very vicious scowl.

"Don't worry," she said quietly as a snowfall, and just as coldly.  "I've been called worse than that by better than you.  But…"  She dug into a takeout box, and fished up Les' half-eaten pie.  And with a flick, SPLAT!  She pitched it right into Lanky's face.

"That's for eating Les' pie."

Then she grabbed the chain with both hands and jerked.  SCREEEAUNCH!  The truck's rear axle wrenched free from the chassis, and flew like a misshapen TIE Fighter into Tetsuko's catching hands.  CLANK!  The pickup bed slammed onto the pavement.

"THAT'S for dragging and banging up his moped."  She marched around with axle in hand over to the front end of the pickup truck.  The three Bubbas backed off in a hurry.

"And THIS," she seethed, "is for throwing him in the path of that big rig."

WHAM!  She swung the axle over her head and across the pick-up's hood, caved it in, smashed it into the engine, smacking that down onto the oily blacktop, and ruptured the front tires with a loud pop and hiss. 

She dusted off her hands as best she could.  "You lose."  And with a shake of her head, she motioned for Les to join her in the SUV.  Les timidly, quickly followed.

Clyde stared at the wreckage for the longest minute.  Then he dropped to his knees.  "MY TRUUUUUUCK!!!" he wailed.  "That harpy… she… she… she totalled m-truuugh-buh-huhhuhuh!"  And fell on all fours, bawling.

"She ain't human," Lanky rasped.

Fatso stared at the departing SUV.  Then his eyes went from wide-open to narrow. "That little Planeteer said he came from the Industrial Zone, din-he?"

"Yeah."

"Find me a payphone."

"To call a cab?"

"No, ya crackhead.  Gonna call my boys."  Fatso spat on the blacktop.  "This ain't over yet."

To Be Continued…

[JimmyDimples]

Ah yes, it was "She Was an Acrobat's Daughter." but it took place in a 1930s movie theater.  And they had a little singalong with an organ while they did a slideshow with pics and the lyrics …  which went like this:

She was an acrobat's daughter
Her muscles would swell up like yeast
One look from her face put gents in their place
(PLEASE DO NOT SPIT ON THE FLOOR)
For she feared neither boy, man, or beast!

Oh!  She was the star of the circus
She used to tame lions beside,
One bit her named Jack,
She bit him right back,
In two days, the poor lion died!

[JimmyDimples]

Hey guys,

although this post is not quite about FMG (not at all), I thought some of you might fancy it nonetheless.

The video mentioned above is one of the best tall girl scenes I've ever seen (quite at the end, after the knight kissed the sleeping beauty) and it's availabe at youtube:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=kO76SMhjkpE

Enjoy!

She didn't really look THAT tall at the end, but I appreciated the tricks they had on making her appear so, what with the dwarf monks and where she stood.  Nice video, thanks for sharing. 🙂

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P4WN'd… while it's good to see the Simpsons, and they're obeying the letter of the law by just showing exerpts… is it really in the spirit of it by showing an episode in 3 thirds?  😕

Muscle Growth Nut:  I say we do an Extra Special remake of the Star Wars Trilogy… using the Super Mario Bros. cast!

elee0228:  That was fun!  Enough to make my Dr. Green from "Like a Weed." change his field.

"Eugenic agronomy?  Fah!  What this planet needs is MORE COLA FOUNTAINS!" :p

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