After what began as the best day Mark ever imagined, now everything was back to normal, and normal felt crushing. He had been the most powerful being on Earth, maybe the universe, more super than Superman. Then, struck by a random meteor, he lost it all. Landing near school was as much a miracle as getting his powers, which strangely he could not remember, but that wasn't the point. He could have done anything, taken anything, had any girl, beaten any man, and now he was just a normal man. The thought that he was a mere plaything, the butt of a cosmic joke occurred to him, but he wasn't the philosophic or religious type, and the thought faded quickly. The feeling of injustice remained. He looked at the other students, guys who were stronger than he or better with girls, girls who would never give him a second look but would have been at his feet, begging for his notice, just half an hour ago. Now, they noticed only his bedraggled clothes, or didn't notice him at all.
Nearly back to the dorm, he considered and rejected going to Pam for comfort. She had been acting strange lately, even more bossy and aggressive than usual. That wasn't what he wanted. A long shower, takeaway pizza and beer, a locked door and then something to forget the day. It wouldn’t take much. A few favourite pictures and stories from his private folder would top it off.
“Hey, uh, Mark,” said an oddly familiar voice. He turned, confused, to the girl. He knew the voice but didn't know why. He knew the nose and eyes, but there was nothing familiar about the body. She was nearly as tall as he, but she looked bigger, with a massive “DD” bust, round hips and butt. She must weigh at least 20 pounds more than his slim runner’s body. He stared harder, trying to place her. She wasn’t ’beautiful’, but that body! How could that body know his name without him knowing hers?
“Come on, Mark! It’s me, Alex. Alex. From home? Alex. Alexandra. Alexandra York.”
“Alex?” he said, his eyes ranging up and down, trying to register how Alex could possibly go with that body. Although ... he hadn't seen her in years, since high school, and girls’ bodies did develop, sometimes unexpectedly. “What are you doing at Local State?”
“I GO here, Mark,” she said, a step closer.
“You do? I ... Are you at Jefferson?”
“Noooo! Here!” she said, slightly annoyed.
“Here? No! Oh, you must have just transferred! Where were you? O.S.U.?”
Alex sighed deeply, more annoyed, until the thrill of her breasts moving beneath her t-shirt and the resulting loss of eye contact with Mark more than compensated. “No, silly, I came here right after I graduated, a year after you!” She barely resisted adding she saw him daily at breakfast, walked behind him daily from the dorm to the classroom and sat exactly three rows behind him at ten lectures a week.
“Huh! Funny how at a big school you don't run into some people,” he said.
“Yeah. Um, do you want to come up and have some tea? We can, you know, catch up.” She pulled her t-shirt down to smooth it over her breasts, as she'd seen girls with breasts do for years, and thrilled again as Mark’s eyes went down.
Mark had mo taste for tea, and he felt hesitant about going to another girl’s room, especially in the same building where he and Pam lived. Alex was more than a bit awkward, and he had another reason for avoiding her, so he started to excuse himself. “Um, I kind of need a shower, and I have some --
“Oh, but I LIKE your smell!” she blurted out, then bit her lip and put her hand over her mouth. She laughed awkwardly, “I'm on the, uh, third floor,” she said and went toward the stairs. Mark was sure it was a bad idea. Then he noticed the lack of a bra strap under her pink tee and the heavy bouncing within it when she headed for the stairs went. Yes, she was even a bit more “off” than he remembered, but WHAT a body! How could he have NOT noticed her?! He followed her up.
Her room was bare, with a few picture frames quickly turned over as she walked in ahead of him, and a blown up poster of their class graduating picture over her bed. There was a shelf of fancy leather-bound books, but no titles on the spines -- although he had thought he had seen titles when he first entered.
Alex stood still while he looked at her room. She only just remembered to get the ring to erase the story titles. What else had she forgotten? She couldn't make tea without water. She couldn't get water without leaving. Mark couldn't be alone in her room. What if he saw something else or, worse, left? She thought, “Ring, put fresh water in the heater!”
“Done.”
“Something wrong?” Mark asked.
“Um, no! I ... I'm not used to having ... you ... here, you know,” she said, laughing nervously as she plugged in the water heater. She put tea in the mugs. “I really think you’ll like it,” she said, while thinking, “Ring, once we both drink the tea, he’ll start getting weaker and smaller, while I get bigger and stronger, until I think ’stop’.”
“Um, ok. I’ve never been into tea, but I’ll try it.” The room was small and she was standing very close to him. He couldn't stop looking at her chest. He looked away to be less obvious but that felt worse, and every time he looked back at her his eyes went right back to her chest. The water was heating noisily. “Um, well, is this your favorite?”
“Yeah. It’s, um, a special blend.”
She turned to check on the water, which was just bubbling. The twist of her body made her bust stand out even more. She caught him staring. He looked down. There was an awkward silence.
“I guess we’ve changed a lot since we used to play together,” he said.
He immediately regretted how that sounded, but before he could change the topic she said, “Um, well, yeah, girls’ bodies really change. Remember when we were, like 11, and all of a sudden I was, I don't know, a head taller than you? Remember playing basketball? I kept beating you.”
Mark looked at her, recalling how she’d shot up to as tall as she was now that year, while he was still more than a foot shorter. “Oh yeah. That summer.”
“That was fun,” Alex said and pulled her t-shirt down again to smooth it. “I saw you lots, and I liked being able to beat a boy. You especially.” She laughed nervously.
“It was only that summer,” he replied defensively.
Alex nodded and sighed heavily, enjoying the new feelings of two extra movements on her chest, and, again, Mark’s eyes.
The water was boiling. Steam fogged the window.
Alex poured the water and handed Mark a mug.
“Tea’s really not my thing,” he said doubtfully.
“You’ll be surprised. Really,” she insisted. She took a long gulp and smiled.
Mark wondered what exactly he was doing in her room. He could just put the mug down and leave, but being in his room by himself, reading his stash of stories or looking at images, didn’t appeal to him now. Going to see Pam felt even worse. So what was wrong with having a chat and a mug of tea with an oversexed version of Alex? He took a sip. It wasn't that bad. He took a swallow. Alex was watching him closely, probably wanting his opinion on the tea. She was clearly interested in him. He looked once again at her chest and let his eyes linger. With such big tits, it was amazing they didn't sag at all. They actually seemed even larger and firmer than he had first thought.
“Do you mind if we, you know, sit down, together, while we drink?” she asked.
He shrugged. “OK.”
She sat on the bed and he sat a few inches away.
“Was losing to a girl that bad?” she asked. “We kind of stopped being friends after that summer. Were you mad at me?”
He had been mad, but he couldn't admit why. It wasn't losing; it was some other, very new sensations he got when they played, when she won. Was that summer the reason he liked stories of female muscle and dominance so much? Or was his interest a pre-existing one, part of his DNA? Was that why he played her again and again, even though her height, long arms and surprising, and most important, maturer strength compared with his still pre-pubescent muscles resulted in loss after loss? And why he avoided her afterwards?
“No! Of course not.”
“Oh, that’s good. Because it really gave ME a thrill. You know, I wish girls were stronger than boys. We SHOULD be taller. We should have bigger, stronger muscles, like the way it was with us that summer.”
“What?” His body went rigid.
She looked down and laughed. Her arm was much thicker now and her tee was getting very tight around her chest, clearly showing the shape of her breasts. He was just looking at was her chest, constantly looking at it, but soon he’d notice.
“Why not? Female bodies are better in so many other ways. We live longer, have better immunity, have more endurance, handle stress better. Why shouldn't we be stronger too? It makes no sense that boys are better in just that one way.”
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