"Barbara?"

  A sturdy woman in uniform looked up from her clipboard at the sound of her name. She got up from her chair and walked over to the open window with the large beaming face of her friend.

  "Kristina? How could it be anyone else in that pimp mobile. Hey Wendy."

  "Hey."

  "So, what are you guys doing down here? Did you decide to put in another free day at the recycling plant? I don't know why you two like lugging around those big cubes of metal. It's so hot and sweaty in there."

  "We like the exercise darling," Kristina smiled, "but we're not here for that today. We just wanted to look around for a bit and do some scrounging."

  "That's cool, I'm just about to get off my shift here."

  "I know."

  "What was that?"

  "I meant, we won't be long but I don't think you'll be here when we're done."

  "That's fine, It looks like it's going to be a nice evening.

  "Doesn't it though?" Kristina wrinkled her nose as her smile grew a notch. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun tonight. We're going to..."

  She was suddenly interrupted by a shrill sound popping through the warm afternoon.

  "What, the hell, was that?"

  Barbara couldn't fit her head through the window to see, but Kristina turned around to find Lisa and Rachel stifling their laughs as they tried to cover up the tanned skin that was forcing it's way out of the thigh of Rachel's left pant leg. Katie was staring while the knot on her shirt was straining open, exposing a tattered bra that was a good four sizes too small.

  "Oh, the girls are just tearing up paper back there," Kristina looked back at Barbara.

  "I thought that's what it was. All right, go inside. There's plenty of space left in the lot. Some people have already gone home." With that, she went back to her booth and flipped the switch that opened the striped, wooden gate. The van swiftly went under it and sped towards the vacant spots in a remote corner of the parking lot.

  "Jeez! Can't you guys wait for just a few more minutes?" All she got in response was quiet, heavy breathing. It was staggered and riddled with pants and soft moans. Wendy had turned in her seat and was peeking over the headrest in interest.

  "MMM! OH! AHH!"

  A loud tear followed by a hollow pop sent a button flying through the cabin where it ricocheted off of the CD player and clambered to the ground.

  Wendy turned and smiled.

  "I think that's your answer Kris. Maybe it should be ours too."

  Kristina just smirked as she listened to the continuing throes of ecstasy emanating from behind her. A deep, sensual scent permeated the air and it burned in her lungs. Kristina closed her eyes as it filled her being and her thoughts drifted to Wendy lying on a lush field. She was rolling slowly under a tree as the wind whistled through the blades of green grass. Her hands kept moving to different spots on her body as her clothes began to stretch, tearing open in various places as her swelling muscles shredded them apart.

  Kristina shuddered and opened her eyes.

  "No, we have to lay low and wait until the workers go home. Then we can have the place all to ourselves til morning."

  Someone behind her laughed. A strip of light purple cloth flew through the air and struck the windshield. It appeared to be all that was left of Katie's underwear, though it was destroyed more by prying teeth than swelling bodies.

  "Hey! That goes for you guys too. Security sweeps through here all the time and I don't want to spend another night in jail for lewd conduct in public."

  "Hey don't knock it. That was one hell of a time, and the fine was only five hundred bucks."

  "No, I said," Kristina folded her arms in front of her in protest.

  Rachel leaned forward and grabbed hold of her shoulders.

  "Oh, and what are you going to do to stop us? We've been at it for a while back here and I think we're more than a match for a couple of you."

  Kristina turned and smiled at the huge, beaming face of one of her best friends.

  "Ok, I know," Rachel kissed her on the cheek, "but I'm not gonna enjoy it."

  "Even if we never fit in this van again, I don't want anyone bursting out of it. I've spent to much time and energy on it. So stop it; all of you. Amber, put on a CD or something."

  Amber squeezed her legs in between the table and love seat and slowly stood up. She bent her head as she did, careful not to smack it again; soon her shoulders were pressing against the ceiling and she had to stoop over at the waist to fully extend her legs. Her shirt was open wide and had no hope of covering her enormous mounds that shimmied back and forth as she moved. She thanked herself for taking the sleeveless shirt but knew she would now have to tie the lapels together with string.

  "Damn Amber."

  The van lurched from side to side as she lumbered towards the back.

  "So what if I've gained a little weight, I think I'm entitled to it under the circumstances."

  Katie just marveled at the shorts that were glued to her girlfriend. As Amber bent down to pick out a selection, one of the rear pockets gave way. Luckily the boxers she had on underneath were extra-large and didn't expose her prized all over-tan.

  Amber didn't even bat an eyelash; she just popped in one of her favorites, turned, and jumped on top of Katie, a maneuver that threatened to send the van tumbling on to it's side. They kissed and Amber rested her head on Katie's own massive endowments. Within seconds, the sound of crickets chirped over the speakers.

  "What's this?"

  "Skylarking."

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  The night couldn't come quickly enough for any of them. Their coursing libidos didn't want to be sated and they found it difficult to keep their hands off of each other. Workers from various plants and warehouses shuffled off to their cars to homes that didn't contain anything nearly as exciting as what they were leaving. Later a lone security guard followed the light of his flashlight through the lot. Besides his car, there was just an old van. He didn't have the drive or the paycheck to go investigate it's existence, so he walked back to his booth and began watching a rerun of Melrose Place. The front door of the van opened quietly.

  As Wendy swung her legs out of the door, she gauged how long it took for her feet to hit the ground. It didn't take that long at all. She put a palm over her eyes to shield them from the dim lamps overhead and scanned the parking lot. She smiled and put her hand on the side door handle; it opened with little effort. She wasn't tall enough to see over the van just yet, but she didn't think it would be much of a task in taking care of that.

  "All right, coast is clear. Everyone out."

  The van shifted, as Rachel got to her feet. She was severely bent over and cramped in her surroundings. She extended one long leg and placed a huge foot onto the asphalt, the other one was quick to follow suit and the van righted itself. She looked Wendy in the eyes and grinned as she straightened up ... and up ... and up.

  Wendy caught her breath in her throat. Rachel was now a good foot and a half taller than she in her bare feet; easily beating seven feet in height, probably closer to eight. Her head was well above the roof of the van and she had to contain her delight as she viewed the horizon over it. The men's jeans, which once sagged on her illustrious body, were: tearing around the hips, tightening around her thighs, and high enough to expose half of her silken calves. Both the waist and the lower leg stlll hung loosely, but didn't budge an inch up or down as she moved.

  Lisa was next out. She was holding her tattered t-shirt around her shoulders, trying to keep as much of herself as covered as she could. The sleeves couldn't make it more than two inches down her long arms and the back was torn in a number of places where it couldn't take the strain of two people in love.

  Wendy noted that she was just as enormous as Rachel.

  Lisa looked at her girlfriend, then down upon Wendy.

  "I just couldn't help myself," she looked back at Rachel, "I mean look at her." They took a small step closer, Lisa wet her lips, and they embraced. What was left of the t-shirt fell to the ground. Lisa's milky skin glowed in the moonlight. Rachel caressed her teardrop breasts that still fit perfectly in her slender hand, eyes closed, they held each other closely. Their kiss was long and gave Wendy a light pain in her heart as she watched. And as she did, she began to see their shoulders inch their way over the top of the van.

  "All right you two, you aren't the only ones who are looking for some excitement tonight. We have to get out of this van too you know."

  Lisa broke away and looked back into the dark interior of the van.

  "Come on Katie, all we ask for is a few seconds to ourselves and you just want to bitch."

  "Sorry my dear, but I've got a gorgeous woman of my own who's begging for attention and I aim to give it her."

  Lisa looked by at Rachel with an approving glance and a nod.

  "Sounds like a reasonable excuse to me."

  Kristina had finished attaching a club to the steering wheel, locking her door, and had now walked to the other side; where she slipped an arm around her lovely girlfriend's waist.

  "Damn! Look at the size of those two!"

  Rachel looked down.

  "Why thank you." She bent over and kissed Kristina on the forehead, her breasts straining against the thin material of her top.

  "I know we can't match height, but check this out."

  A gorgeously long leg, the color of rich caramel, curled around the side door. It slowly slid down, then shot up rapidly and kicked. Amber stepped out. Her shorts had ridden up as far as any shorts had the ability, or daring, to go. Her thighs filled up all of the space that was left to spare and all of the buttons were undone. Even the tear that had formed in the rear didn't allow any room for the shorts to fall down. Her shirt had given up a long time ago in trying to keep it's double knot and both lapels hung limply over her tremendous breasts. She stood proud at about a height in the middle of the difference between Rachel and Wendy.

  "Well? What do you think?"

  "I can't believe your taller than us." Wendy gave Kristina a concerned look, "I think we have some catching up to do."

  "I think you would look better without any underwear hiding what your shorts should be showing."

  "Thank's Lisa." Amber took hold of the elastic waistband that still had some room to stretch and pulled it down as far as she could. After a second, she let it snap back into place and laughed. "That one was for you."

  Katie, who had been watching her lover's grand entrance, hopped out.

  "I don't think I can follow that one up." She wrapped her arms around Amber and squeezed her tightly, pushing her firm chest higher into the cool air. "Come, let's get it on."

  Rachel locked the door and slid it shut.

  "So which warehouse? Take your pick."

  "That one," Wendy pointed a long finger at a huge shed of wooden beams and aluminum siding. "It's a pool supply depot so they'll have a lot of lotions and stuff. Besides," she jingled something that was in her hand, "I have a key to the place."

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