Chapter Four

"Dear one," Tanya softly laughed, "it's now my turn to take over the story for just a while - after all this is a big part for me, in fact, a very large one."

"Yes indeed, my gorgeous Amazonian hunkette."

**********

Tanya couldn't believe this was happening. It was as if out of a sick nightmare - the perfect dream twisted into a horrid vision. Up until now as she had been walking alongside Kevin feeling the joy of a perfect day and the excellent evening with him. Even being taller now, he in no way acted like a superior to her or full of himself with his slight change. If anything, he was a wonderful balance of chivalrous Knight and a man who loved to have an Amazonian woman in his life - as much as an involved equal partner as a romantic lover. Tanya had to admit that she could have searched for another thousand years or more and wouldn't have found for a better match for herself to mesh with as a husband and the father of her children. As they made their way from the restaurant towards the hotel, a strange inner glow began inside of her body and slowly radiated outward. At first, she assumed it was just the reaction of the good food and liquor - but as she continued, the sensation began to intensify.

"Odd," she thought, "I feel so much stronger holding onto Kevin's arm. Even like I'm pulling on it from a new angle. Weird that - could it be? No, not so openly while out in public . . . the Goddess would not do that to me now - or would she, having reasons of her own?"

However, it was about then that she noticed the gang members and all thought of growth was ended. Only survival mattered. Almost in response to the perceived danger, the heartbeat of her five-foot two, 110-pound body began to lightly perspire in the excitement of the moment. In addition to these normal reactions brought on by the animalistic flight or fight mechanism, other things not so normal were being to occur to her physical form. The first noticeable sensation Tanya felt was a strange pulsing or throbbing occurring to the whole of her skeletal musculature. She naturally assumed it was a result of the alcohol and nothing more - even so, it was hard to ignore, too. At the same time this was happening, a light tingling came to her scalp. In the next few minutes, her jet-black hair casually grew slightly longer in length and the thin follicles took on a greater body. As they continued walking along, the alterations in her body gradually became more pronounce. The blue-gray silk shantung jacket and sleeveless dress gently began to snug up in critical places such as over her shoulders and traps or along her backside. Her breasts, too, were augmenting, slowly pushing their cresting firmness against the front of her outfit. Lacking a bra, they became provocatively prominent with her areolas gently embossing the material.

These modifications in bodily proportions didn't come without a price - at times her panties uncomfortably snugged up between the buttock or around the upper legs and crotch. Every so often, she absent-mindedly had to reach down and correct them. The arms, like the rest of her body, grew gradually longer and more developed in character. The delts, too, enlarged in sculpted structure - taking on a greater, more striking half-moon presentation. One that was only accentuated by the tapering flare of her backside and narrow waist - of which, the abdominals were defined, but offseason concave-curvaceous. As her shapely legs grew longer, the thighs, hamstrings and calves gained additional femuscular size, as did her buttock, becoming rounder and firmer even as her hips widened in structure. Her feet, too, grew larger - invariably causing her once-comfortable shoes to tighten, almost uncomfortably so, but just only.

Upon climax of her change, she had grown to a revised height of five-foot seven and at 145 pounds, displayed a far more athletically developed female physique to any looking at her.

And to be certain some were, but for reasons other then mere femuscular admiration.

Before they could escape they were surrounded - the leader had his pistol casually pointed at them. A couple of these hoods were frankly staring at her - and she started to break out into real sweat. Her heartbeat, which was strong - only got stronger beating against her chest. Kevin next to her muttered some comment, but she couldn't quite make it out.

"Alright yo people," the leader said, "this here's the drill - this can go easy or this can go hard for you and your pretty lady. We know all about the loot you're both carrying. Hand over the cash and the other valuables to us or we'll go into our IRS mode and take what we want - in other ways."

"Ah, look were just tourists. I really don't know what you are talking about, all we have are credit cards and traveler's checks - there is no . . . uhhhhhh!"

Kevin grimaced in pain and keeled over from a baseball bat blow by one of the thugs.

Tanya tried to hang onto him but before she knew it, a huge brute of a man had grabbed her away from Kevin. She could keenly smell the stink of his unwashed body - like the odor of rancid meat. When she looked back again at her love, the leader was interrogating him - roughly gripping the hair of his head as he conversed with him. The odd sensations of earlier now returned and intensified - the low pulsing and throbbing was starting to increase like an electric motor warming up. Her feelings of fear started to shift into anger . . . and building into a sense of rising outrage at the sight of her man being so mistreated!

"Don't bullshit us, we knows all about the money. Now hand over the cash you stupid asshole. I'm trying to be civil and polite you understand."

"I'm . . . not . . . carrying any cash. Nor is she," Kevin whispered in pain, his voice lower in tone.

At that point, two of the thugs quickly searched Kevin and one patted her down, rather roughly to be certain or maybe it just was furious at not finding any money. At the negative headshakes the leader got coldly anger being denied his prize - then an expression of evil passed over his face.

"Guess we gonna has to take it in other ways. Yo woman will have to supply it then."

In addition, to her greatest of shocks and great concern, this lowlife bastard took his gun and fired two bullets into Kevin's body. She couldn't believe it as the blood flowed over his shirt and he fell over into a heap on the cold sidewalk. At this, she let out a terrified scream loud and hard - and incrementally deeper in tone.

"Shut up yo bitch!" he said and slapped her - hard.

As he did so, the sting of his hand upon her face, Tanya began to feel the sensations of strength and growth the likes of which she had never felt in all her life. Not even while competing did she feel so powerfully good - so full of unbelievable vitality and rising strength.

In turn, the man restraining her was having greater difficulty holding onto her. Not only from the increasing size of her body, but also he sensed that her innate degree of strength was the same as his - or worse, growing far greater then his.

"What - the?" asked the large thug holding Tanya - genuinely surprised, even perplexed.

"What yo problem . . ."

"Dunno - she feels weird, bigger somehow."

Gazing at her - to all of them it was evident he was having a hard time keeping his large arms around her body - her growing body! In a mixture of open-mouthed fear and wonder, the group of criminals was hypnotized into immobility at the sight of her Super Amazonitization.

Almost like a second skin, the silk material of her outfit was embossing her steadily expanding silhouette of femuscular empowerment. In her state of building fury, such didn't register, only vengeance was what mattered now - and of the savage sort.

At this point Tanya sensed - and more importantly - fully felt the changes that she was undergoing, a bodily metamorphosis that made what came before pale by comparison. Not only the degree and nature of her physique, but that her face and skull also seemed to be changing as well this time. The nose slightly finer, the cheekbones notably higher, the mouth wider, the lips fuller and the jaw line subtly more outstanding - giving Tanya a more perfected feminine profile. The jet-black hair too, was slowly growing longer, invested with new life. The feeling of tightness about her feet was getting unbearable and the femusculature of her body was swelling while the skeletal bone structure was dramatically lengthening. With the increasing height, her center of balance was shifting - a wave of mild dizziness came over her, but it soon passed away, fading into the background. Even her womanhood seemed infinitely better somehow - more sensitive in nature. If the erotic feelings she was experiencing from her oncoming new body was this sensual, only the Goddess knew how much better it would when Kevin made love to her evolved form. The rising levels of strength, prowess and stamina were almost erotically indescribable - and vastly greater then any mere man . . . or gathering of men, for that matter.

If her clothing had been snug and tight before, it was stretching to the point of bursting apart at the seams - was audibly protesting as her body relentlessly grew in size. Charged with a mix of anger and fear, she effortlessly cast off the thug of a man attempting to restrain her. He was so surprised at what was happening he didn't even resist. Her bodily movements - of flexing and twisting was the last straw for the overstrained clothing, clothing made for a much smaller and far less massive woman. At six feet in height, her muscles and longer limbs split open the sleeves, exposing her well-built and still growing upper arms. Her half-moon delts soon joined in ripping apart the seams turning the jacket into a disheveled vest. Her broadening back pulled the zipper apart in seconds, the material of the jacket soon followed thereafter in turn. The slip-on shoes burst apart like dry cardboard as her enlarging feet pushed free of their leathery confines. Unthinkingly, Tanya had slipped out of the ruined jacket - the shredded remnants of it gently falling onto the sidewalk. Her blue-gray dress and the panties underneath were disintegrating into shreds under the ever-increasing change of height and muscle mass. Draped only in the shred-tattered remnants of her garments, they soon slide away, revealing her majestic form in all of its nude femuscular glory.

Facially, she still had a trace of the old Tanya, but unless someone was looking closely, they would swear this superwoman and her previous self were two entirely different individuals. All of her extraneous body hair, even in the dense pubic region of her bush had disappeared as though cleanly shaved away from her flawlessly sculpted superstructure. The opposite was the case with her lustrous mane of jet-black hair. Ultra thick and cascading over her wide backside, it was like a dark-shimmering halo about her fine-featured profile. Powerfully built and blessed with a tapering stance, her large femuscular arms and half-moon shoulders only accentuated this aspect of super superior intimidation. Her very long legs - from the shapely calves to her conical thighs - were no less magnificent in their hypertrophic development. The sharply defined abdominals contracted and relaxed - an unconscious action, almost hypnotic in its rhythm. The same could be said about her amply endowed double-domes mounted upon her expanded chest - paradoxically defying gravity, yet appearing completely natural in character, too.

At seven feet tall and weighing in the neighborhood of 600 pounds, she had evolved a Junoesque woman of epic proportions and was a Super Amazon without rival in the entire world.

And a very angry one that was out for blood after seeing Kevin, a man she now thought of as a mate, so coldly struck down by this group of Human refuse. Without even thinking Tanya spun around and with her hand, gripped the throat of the formerly larger man who had been holding onto her throughout this nightmare ordeal. As though he was weightless, she easily hoisted him upward - effortlessly holding him in midair. He was scared to death, yet couldn't take his eyes away from Tanya - a vengeful Valkyrie straight from the Valhalla.

"Please . . . please don't hurt me," he got out in a wind pipe whisper.

"By the Goddess," Tanya growled, "you bastard, if he's dead . . ."

Emotionally consumed, she scarcely noticed how her voice had changed - sultry and with a huskiness of feminine allure. However, now filled with outrage she only sounded authoritative and commanding in tone. Carefully controlling her strength, she threw him at his companions, the group of them falling over like a set of ninepins. Fearing for their lives the rest of the gang impulsively (and foolishly) moved to attack her - that is all but their immobilized leader, he was in a state of shock. For him it was his turn to feel like he was in the middle of a nightmare.

As he watched, Tanya effortlessly punched, smacked, cuffed, kicked or tossed his men about - severely punishing them, but not killing them outright. Despite her savage fury, this last she could not bring herself to do - rather, she applied only a tiny fraction of her hyperstrength to the task at hand. Even so, that didn't prevent her from breaking bones or otherwise thrashing them to within a bloody and bruised inch of their miserable, misbegotten lives.

Regardless of what they did to defend themselves, any physical resistance was useless and worse, she simply shrugged off their accumulated weaponry. Gripped in her hands the lengths of chain snapped apart, their knives couldn't penetrate her dense skin and when some of them resorted to gunfire the bullets simply had no effect in slowing down her awesome body.

Although distracted, something else registered in his perceptive background - the loud sounds of cloth ripping apart as if . . . but it couldn't be, the man was dead, had to be, he had shot him twice and in the torso. He turned around and glaring down at him was the biggest man he'd ever had the misfortune to encounter. Far larger then the woman, he stood eight feet in height and possessed a robust masculine musculture that had to mass 900 pounds, if not slightly more.

He nervously gulped in terror at the sight of the fearsome Titan staring back down at him.

"You wretched excuse for a Human being . . ."

Kevin pronounced - his voice was deep and commanding in tone, yet tinged with anger.

" . . . You had robbery, murder and rape on your minds. Well, if that was the case you picked on the wrong pair of people to pick on."

However, before he could grab the much smaller man, to immobilize him, the gang leader in his great fear aimed and squeezed off first one - then all of the clip - into massive body of his towering foe. The bullets scarcely phased Kevin - more out of surprise then in anyway painful to him. Somehow, he knew the reason - the transformation to their cellular-molecular structures had blessed them with a fantastic degree of near invulnerability to physical damage.

Instinctively, Kevin grabbed at the gun encompassing it in his huge ham-sized fist and squeezed it - unthinkingly. The thug screamed in pain as his bones, tendons and flesh were crushed along with his weapon. The combination felt like wet hamburger, dry sponge and metallic clay in his powerful grasp. Spastically in response, Kevin let go, surprised at his own hyperstrength in so easily ruining the other man's hand - but it was already too late, the damage had been done. He didn't mean to cripple him, but he had and it sickened him to his core. It was all too easy to do with his newfound superpowers. Before he could think any further, Tanya was coming towards him, now finished with the rest of the gang. He could see the rapturous joy on her face at the sight of him - still very much alive. At the same time, the gang leader uncaringly backed up writhing in shock and anguish holding his damaged paw with his still undamaged hand. As he did so however, he bumped into the seven-foot Titaness that was Tanya.

In surprise, he turned around to face her - almost crying out in shear terror. Looking down at him, her intensive and merciless Amazonian expression returned - a wry grin only a female wolf could appreciate. The feelings of intensive emotional hostility returned like a renewal of dark energy to her being. In an instant, Tanya had lifted him upward and was staring him in the face. If she felt qualms about killing the others, this one she didn't have any at all for attempting to kill her beloved in cold blood.

"Unlike the others, I am going to kill you, you bastard!" Tanya snarled like an offended lioness.

In her single-minded focus Tanya angrily hosted the horrified man high over her head and twisted around tensing every muscle in a movement intended, if she could, to put the murderous turd into high orbit.

However, before she could carry it out, a large hand gently gripped one of her forearms.

"What - who dares to interfere?"

She turned about to see the source of the interference. In her hateful haze, Tanya could see it was Kevin and he was shaking his head in the negative.

"Please don't - I'm alright, just fine - really, I am."

Kevin said this in a reassuring, soothing tone, trying to calm her down - gentle her as he would a fearful and/or upset animal. Her expression of furious outrage melted, shifting to that of heated aggravation to incredulous wonder.

"But," she said amazed, "he premeditatedly tried to take your life. For such a cold blooded act he deserves no less then death itself as punishment."

"And what would that make you into? They cannot physically harm us and I think you've punished them enough . . ."

He glanced around - she following the gaze of his eyes.

"All of them it would seem. I've destroyed his hand - without even trying and have made him a cripple. Something of which he'll have to live with the rest of his life for what he did this night . . . and so will I, as well."

As the red fog of fury, slowly lifted Tanya realized he was right. She had already preformed plenty of vigilante justice at this point - just short of killing them all. If lives, other lives then theirs were threatened, that would be another thing.

"You're right," she sighed in acquiescence, "I would be no better them they are . . ."

Slowly she put the pain stricken man down. However as she did so, one of gang members groggy and in pain, carefully reloaded a new clip into his weapon. With a shaky aim and in fear for his life he opened-up at the two outsized Metahumans. The bullets had no impact on Tanya or Kevin except to cause them to grunt in surprise, but the leader caught three in the chest - one being a death stroke. Tanya in respond tossed the dead and bloody weight at the shooter. The body slammed with such force into him that it cold cocked him into another dimension - perhaps even into the next world.

"I . . . I didn't mean for that to happen!" she exclaimed in shock.

"No - no, you didn't," Kevin said in reassurance despite his own shock at it all, "but what's done is now done. We'd better get out of here."

"Agreed," she nodded - coming out of her daze, "but we both don't have a stitch of clothing on us - we can't return to our hotel like this . . ."

"I know," he nodded, "the Krunk and She-Krunk have some shredded clothing left when they transform, us in the real world . . ."

Looking about at the still unbelievingly empty neighborhood, he spied a men's clothing store just two business entrances away from the skirmish.

"Gather up our things, my watch, keys and wallet, your personal items, too. I'll take care of our . . . ah, lack of decent covering."

Her wide mouth smirked lightly at his inferences about the pair of them, but Tanya turned away and obeyed his orders. As she did so, Kevin moved swiftly towards his intended target and with his eight-foot body, he made the distance in record time. With his powerful hands he ripped off the glass and metal doorway. He knew of course that doing so would set off the internal alarms, silent in sound, but reverberating in his mind.

"First vigilantism, then breaking and entering, and now theft. This is not how I wanted to end the day. I should have made love to her in the restaurant, at least that would have been easier to explain to the maître d' then our Metahuman transformation into a Titan and Titaness."

Within seconds of entering, he saw exactly what he wanted- the big and tall section.

"This is no time to be choosy," Kevin grunted, "run and wear is just what we need."

Looking at the overcoats and raincoats, he snatched a pair that seemed to be about the largest sizes available. Even so, it would be a tight fit for both of them, but especially for him - the sleeves would have to go, the rest would have to suffice. At the doorway, Tanya was waiting for him. Police sirens could be heard - still distant, but rapidly closing in on their position.

"Come on - we'll put them on later!"

He handed Tanya an overcoat. In trade, she handed him his wallet and his watch. He stuffed them into a pocket and carried his overcoat draped across one forearm - sans the sleeves.

"I got everything we personally had on us - I also scooped up what I could of the remains of our clothing and stuffed them into a pair of trash bins."

"Smart girl - but that goes without saying."

She flashed him a smile - pushing her items into one of the coat pockets even as they moved along at a fast pace. Unconsciously she grabbed his hand and off they ran at top speed.

"Damn cops," he grumbled, "never one around when you need one."

"And now when you don't," she chuckled nervously, "they're here."