Kristina was spreading out a soft fur blanket on the ground as Wendy sat and watched. The others were picking out their own spots on the warehouse floor with whatever blankets Kristina didn't take from the van. Since they were hers, she got the first pick, much to her girlfriend's amusement and satisfaction. They looked at each other and smiled.

  Wendy stood and began to remove smaller objects that were in the way or flammable as she unpacked an assortment of scented candles from her backpack. She was upset with herself for neglecting to bring any incense.

  "Missing something?"

  "Thank you." Wendy plucked a gold zippo lighter from Kristina's hand and set about lighting her bounty. They exploded into flame and filled the air with pleasing fragrances. "Do you know what we need?"

  "A nice red wine, I should think."

  "You know me so well my love. I'm afraid we shall just have to make do without the finer necessities."

  "Well then," they both looked up to see Lisa with an armful of age-old snacks from a company vending machine, "how about some of the junkier necessities? Twinkie? Pop Tart? Any of about fifteen types of candy bars?"

  "Actually, throughout this whole thing I haven't really been all that hungry. How about you Kris?"

  "The last time I ate was this morning with you guys and that was more out of habit than anything else. That seems a little weird doesn't it?"

  "I wonder if this thing is sustaining us foodwise too. If that's true I guess we won't be rampaging around the city eating everything in site."

  Lisa looked down in disappointment.

  "I guess I broke that machine for nothing than." She grinned, "well, almost nothing. Rachel broke the last of her shirt buttons when I crushed the front of that thing like tin foil. Oh well, I'm off. Have a good time." Lisa quickly kissed the both of them and skipped off to her corner of the warehouse.

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  "I think Wendy's lit some of those candles of her's."

  "You're right, I love those things."

  "Amber?"

  "Yeah?"

  Katie took in a deep breath before continuing.

  "Did you ever dream of anything like this ever happening?"

  Amber paused in thought as she reclined on her back. She had one arm bent with her hand supporting her head. Katie was laying on her side as she petted her girlfriend's smooth stomach with a free hand.

  "I have to admit, I've fantasized about a lot of stuff. Like doing it out in the open while everyone is watching, underneath a crystal waterfall while the sun is setting, and for some reason I keep coming back to those fembots in that one funny, spy movie. Do you know what I'm talking about?"

  "Those one's with the fluffy pink underwear?"

  "That's it.," she shook her head. "But no, nothing like this. I don't know why I haven't before."

  "I have." Katie looked down, slightly embarrassed.

  "Really?"

  In her nervousness, Katie began to make small circles around Amber's navel. She couldn't look back up into her lover's eyes as she spoke.

  "When I was a kid, I loved watching those old B-movies they used to make. Like 'Attack of the Fifty-Foot Woman,' I was always amazed with the special effects in that. I never knew how they made her hand look so big on screen or how she could pick up her tiny husband."

  Amber smiled.

  "You mean that cheesy foam-rubber thing?"

  "Well, I didn't know that's how it worked back then. I must have seen that movie a thousand times. I had it and another one recorded on tape. A teenage dance-film from the sixties. 'Village of the Giants,' it was called. I hid them from my parents and watched them late at night in my room. One of the girls that ... grows ... in the movie, the dark haired one, was so gorgeous. I was so upset that they didn't have that much of her in it. It's because of stuff like that," Katie smiled and looked back up, "and this, that I became so interested in women."

  "I guess I should be grateful for that then." Amber took hold of Katie's hand and kissed it gingerly. "I remember hiding stuff like that in my room. I was so unsure of what to want from life and I always felt guilty for how I felt. You know?"

  Katie nodded, nibbling on Amber's fingers afterward.

  Amber looked off in the distance as she dwelt on her thoughts and spoke.

  "I was never interested in New Kids On The Block or Color Me Badd."

  "I don't think anybody really was either."

  "You know what I mean though, I had posters of Madonna up on my wall and I kept little pictures of Debbie Gibson and Samantha Fox over my bed. When I got older I started sneaking peeks at my father's hidden Playboys." Amber sighed and looked down with a rather sad expression across her beautiful face. "I guess I should feel lucky, I discovered this part of me early on in my life. My parents haven't really supported me and my choice, but they haven't turned their backs on me either." She looked at Katie, "I know it hasn't been that way for all of us."

  "I'm just happy to have found you. I'll have to show you those movies sometime. You know, I was so disappointed in the remake of 'Attack of the Fifty-Foot Woman.' Darryl Hannah just doesn't have a gorgeous enough body. She's too lanky."

  "Don't worry, we'll more than make up for it."

  Amber slowly guided Katie's hand down, where she was lifting the tight waistband of her boxers. The dancing cherubs were stretched taut and one of them looked like it would soon tear right down the middle.

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  Rachel flipped through station after station on a little radio; the antenna waving back and forth as she turned the little knob. She soon found one that sang out with beautiful classical music.

  Lisa smirked in awe.

  "Oh, Beethoven. Sweetheart, you do know how to work miracles."

  As violins mingled with woodwinds, Rachel took hold of Lisa and they danced gracefully around their dance floor. Step-in-step to steady rhythm in each other's arms. They took turns leading and spun around in slow twirls and dipped when the spirit moved them.

  "This may just be the euphoria talking, but my dear Rachel I do believe you've become more beautiful than ever."

  "Even when you say the simplest of compliments, it sends shivers through my body. And even after all this time I'm still as nervous as when we first met." Rachel smiled and studied Lisa's face; she kissed her chin and both of her cheeks before backing a little away with a smile. "How far do you think this will go?"

  "I don't know," Lisa looked off in thought. "When I was in school, the boys used to always tease me about being tall. I grew up this way pretty fast I was 5' 9" before I was even in junior high and they were so cruel to me all that time. Calling me names because I was gawky and they were too intimidated. I never forgave any of them for that."

  Rachel gave a sad look of concern, stroking Lisa's hand soothingly.

  "I mean I have a few male friends, but their whole boorish attitude just put me off on that whole half of the human population." Lisa looked at Rachel and shrugged, "I mean, who wants to be around someone who is more interested in impressing other men then paying attention to the person they are supposed to care the most about?

  "When I really blossomed back as a sophomore in high school, they went from making snide remarks to asking me out on dates. But it was too late for them." Lisa began to twiddle her thumbs nervously, "I tried to keep my relationship with one of the varsity cheerleaders a secret, but it got out and soon the whole squad plus the football team knew. After about a week, no one could walk by me without something bad to say. My girlfriend turned on me at first, but then she just ran away when people began asking too many questions."

  "I know how you feel, while the players are different, the scenario was pretty much the same for me. I lived in a small town and I know I couldn't get out of it fast enough when everyone discovered my secret. I think my parents were happy to see me on my way, my father couldn't even bring himself to look at me when he found out. He told me I should get counseling to help 'cure' me," Rachel shook her head, "and they didn't know what to say to the neighbors. They insisted to the rest of the family that it was just a rumor some of the more jealous townsfolk were spreading about their beautiful and 'normal' little girl. I haven't spoken to any of them for years. I want too, but I'm scared."

  Lisa was crying softly; Rachel knelt close and carefully caught one of Lisa's tears on her tongue, the salty taste quickly spreading over it.

  "Yet it all worked out for the best; because of all of it, we met each other here. I wouldn't have had my life turn out any other way, I couldn't even begin to imagine what might have been."

  Lisa looked back up through bleary eyes.

  "And now no one can do anything anymore to mock or stop us."

  "Certainly not my love."

  The violins began to soften as the symphony came to a close. Both of the lovers knelt their long legs and sat on the floor. They kissed. Rachel began to caress Lisa's chest as they lightly embraced, kneading her soft breasts.

  Lisa's shorts began to rise up her thighs once more; the zipper, not designed to withstand so much tension, split.

  The sleeves on Rachel's long-sleeve sweater retreated past her elbows and exposed her stomach as it bulged around her chest. Holes appeared and widened in the knit weave and revealed more growing skin. One-by-one, the buttons on her jeans gave way, popping as the metal studs were pulled through their openings. The fabric around her calves lifted half-way up and then began to shred from the strain. A tear, that was already on her thigh, expanded and found it's way up to her waist; loose strings frayed around the edges.

  Lisa grabbed a handful of the wild flaps and ripped them away with little effort, concentrating on slowly removing what was in the way of her girlfriend's legs. Rachel leaned up against a side wall and concentrated on the burning desire that permeated every inch of her body.

  Both continued to grow.

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