The Island

Alison becomes very strong
Update: 30/09/1997 to misc2




   This is what she knew for certain.  Her name was Alison, she was
twenty-two years old.  She had been on a plane, heading for Japan, with her
husband; it was their honeymoon, and she was looking forward to the trip.  She
remembered getting on the plane; she remembered holding hands with Chris, how
good that had felt, as she looked down upon the emerald colored Pacific Ocean.
Then she remembered how the plane had suddenly lurched and before she knew
what was happening, she was in the ocean treading water, screaming frantically
for Chris, before seeing him floating unconscious, still in his life vest.
She remembered how bruised and batted he looked, how she thought he might die.
Most of all, she remembered the screams of the only survivors she had seen,
hundreds of yards from her, as the sharks milled around them, thrashing, but
utterly silent besides that.  She saw a small group, desperate in their
attempts to drive away the sharks, but failing hopelessly, and finally she saw
the last of the group go under, their blood visible in the water.  "Well",
she said out loud and with a bitter little laugh, "I guess I'm next." She saw
a large trunk, evidently water tight, drifting to where she a Chris were.  "At 
least", she told the thin air, " I'll try." She pulled Chris over to the
trunk, and somehow, she was never sure how, had managed to get him up on top
of it, even though she was a very petite woman.  She remembered climbing out
of the water and lying next to Chris.  And that was the last clear memory she
had.

   She woke up and looked around her, feeling sand on her face and tasting
sand in her mouth.  She spit several times and looked around for Chris.  She
saw that he was in a peaceful sleep beside her.  Thank God, she thought.  She
looked around and saw that they were on an Island.  She shook out the
cobwebs, trying to remember how they had gotten here but could not.  She
guessed that the current had beached them here.  She mentally thanked god
again that she and Chris were alive, and got up to see if Chris was all right.
He was still unconscious.  I've got to get him to some shelter, she thought.
Alison's most immediate problem was getting Chris in off the beach.  He was
over six and a half feet tall, and weighed well over two hundred pounds,
Alison was barely five feet tall, and was a little over a hundred pounds.  She
wiped the sand off her hands, took his arms, and started to drag him, ever so
slowly, into an expanse of jungle about a hundred yards from where she was on
the beach.  She managed to get him under some palm trees, but it had taken her
almost an hour.  She was exhausted; She covered Chris with some palm leaves
and collapsed beside him, in as sound a sleep as she had ever known.  It
seemed as if she had just fallen asleep when she felt someone shaking her
gently.  she opened her eyes, and there was Chris, awake and alive, smiling
down at her.  She jumped to her feet and hugged him.  He grimaced in agony.
That was when she noticed his left arm was in a splint, and his right leg had
a tourniquet below the knee.  She looked at his face.  He was as white as a
sheet.

   "I know," Chris let out a long sigh, " I know I look bad, but I'm okay,
really." He smiled, " How are you.  No broken bones." He hugged her gently.  "
Looks like we caught a break.  How did we end up here, anyway?"

   "Beats the hell out of me, " Chris laughed hard, then became a mask of
pain.  Alison's face became serious, " How bad is it", She tugged lightly at
his sling encased arm.

   "The arm is broken, for sure," He gingerly took it out of the sling, she
could see the bone protruding from his forearm; it had broken the skin, " The
leg is a little better, but I think I damaged some ligaments in my knee, but
it should heal up okay." he kissed her gently on the lips, " I'm so glad that
your not hurt, I thought that I had lost you when the plane went down, and
when I woke up here, I didn't know if you had been hurt bad or not.  I love
you so much, " Chris hugged her even tighter, which proved to be the wrong
thing to do; the pressure on his arm made him wince.  "Well, now we've got to
built a fire, find some food," He turned toward the jungle, " No sense wasting
any time.  I'll l be back in a little bit with some food and some wood, at
least I hope." He limped painfully away.  He didn't get two steps before
Alison was after him.

   "Just where do you thing your going," Alison caught him by his good arm,
" Stay here.  Are you crazy?  "

   "Okay," No sense in arguing with her, he thought.  She would just have to
do the job of gathering supplies, but it went against his better instincts.
He was worried that something might happen to her.  Alison saw the look of
concern on his face.

   "I'll be all right, I promise.  I'll get some food and all the wood I can
carry.  You stay here and rest.  If your not asleep when I get back, you'll be
in big trouble." She said with a big smile.

   "Geez, nag, nag, nag," Chris clucked his tongue, then laughed, " Yes
ma'am." He laid himself gently down.  Alison headed into the jungle.

   Alison was amazed at the size of the jungle; she had never seen such a
thick forest in her life.  The advantage was that she found lots of fruit for
them to eat, many bananas, coconuts, and various other tropical fruits.  In
one clearing, she saw a root sticking out of the ground; curiously, she went
to see if it was what she thought it was.  She dug it up, broke a section of
the root off and tasted it.  It sure looks and tastes like ginseng, she
thought.  Her grandmother had told her stories about the amazing curative
properties of ginseng.  So she gathered some in her shirt, and along with the
fruit, she made her way back to their camp.  When she got their, she saw Chris
curled up, asleep.  She decided to hit the beach and get some driftwood for a
fire, and she if there was anything to salvage on the beach.  Maybe, she
thought, the trunk we floated on was down there, somewhere.  She returned
about an hour later, dragging two suitcases, with a sixteen gallon pot perched
on top of one of the large suitcases.  Chris, who was up, saw her struggling
and limped to help her.  They managed to get everything into camp.  Alison
looked around.  She saw that he had managed, somehow to get a fire going.

   "Looks like someone has been busy," She hugged and kissed him.  Then she
went over to where the suitcases were and dragged them by the fire.  "I found
some great stuff."

   "What about some food, I'm starving, " He rolled his eyes
melodramatically.

   "Okay, here," She opened up one suitcase and tossed him some bananas.
He caught them and began eating one greedily.  "And I have a surprise.
Tonight we are going to have wild ginseng soup." She smiled.

   "Where did you find them?, " Chris exclaimed when she showed the roots to
him.  He, too, had heard about ginseng.  it was supposed to make a delicious
soup.

   "In a clearing in the jungle.  I'll go get some water from this stream I
found and cook us some soup."

   In a little under a hour, the ginseng soup sat boiling over the fire.
They used a hollowed out coconut shell to eat the soup.  It felt good to have
something hot in their stomachs after what had seemed an eternity of going
without.  It smelled wonderful.  They both drank the soup with abandon and
before too long, the soup was gone.

   "That was good, " Alison tossed the coconut shell casually aside and let
out a long, sustained belch.  Chris roared with laughter, and Alison joined in.

   After the laughter had subsided, Chris took her hand with his good arm.  "
Now comes the bad part."

   "What bad part, " She couldn't understand what he meant, but the serious
look on his face made her worried.

   "You have to help me set my arm, or it will be useless.  I feel better
since I've gotten some food in me, so there is no point in putting this off.
Your going to have to help me set it."

   "I don't know anything about setting broken bones.  Besides," Her eyes
were almost pleading, " Can't we do it later, when you've had more rest?"

   His eyes became hard, " No, let's get it over with.  I've studied first
aid, so I'll talk you through it.  Now, take my arm." She gently took his arm,
" Now, feel for the bone, feel it sticking up?" She said she did, " Now rotate
the arm slightly and pop it down quickly," He was sweating and had turn
deathly pale.  Alison closed her eyes and popped the bone back into place.
She had been prepared for his scream but all the same, she started crying as
he screamed in agony.  Quickly, she re-wrapped the arm.  "About too pass
out..." He muttered and slowly laid back, unconscious.  She thought maybe she
hadn't set the bone correctly, but she saw that his sleep was a peaceful one,
so she covered him, and feel asleep with her arms around him, cradling him to
her gently.  They slept for nearly eighteen hours.  when Alison woke up, she
felt better than she had ever felt before.

   Over the next few weeks, she had helped Chris construct a crude hut, well,
actually, she had did most of the work; Chris' leg still being a problem to
him, although he gamely worked as much as he could.  for Chris, the fun really
began when he decided to take long walks to rehabilitate his leg.  Alison had
accompanied him on most of these mile long walks.  It was during this time
that Chris began to notice some changes in his wife.  Her baggy khaki pants,
and white blouse, which she loved and kept clean, which had once been very
baggy and loose fitting, now clung to the curves of her body like a second
skin.  She was gaining muscle; her arms were sinewy and looked to be getting
bigger every day.  By three weeks or so, she had split her khaki pants at the
seems, the material around her now bulging thighs and calves simply ripping
from the stress of her bulging leg muscles.  He sometimes stared at her at
their bath in a small, isolated lagoon.  Her thighs were the size of medium
sized tree trunks, rippling with muscle every time she moved them.  Her calves
resembled oversized bulging hearts.  Alison's shoulders looked wide enough for
him sit on.  Her biceps were the size softballs, and looked extremely hard.
Well, he thought, she has been working hard, it was only logical that her body
could respond this way.  So, imagine his surprise when, during one of his
walks, with Alison along as usual, he came out of his musings to realize that
his wife, who was barely five foot tall was now looking him directly in the
eye.

   Alison, as Chris had, noticed that she was growing more muscular and
becoming stronger and stronger everyday, or so it seemed to her.  She had more
energy than she knew what to do with, once difficult tasks, such has chopping
wood, and carrying water was not easy.  She sat in the warm lagoon and flexed
her powerful biceps; each was large and firm.  Her body had virtually
blossomed with muscle and curves and was rock hard.  her chest, which was
rather small, now were ample, and well defined.  And her shoulders; One night,
she had playfully picked Chris up and sat him on one huge deltoid, surprising
herself at how easily she did it and the total lack of weight she felt on the
shoulder.  She rubbed some cocoa butter on her stomach, which was now narrow,
but as hard as plate steel and so defined that Chris had said jokingly that
they should do laundry on it.  She thumped it several times, but it was rock
hard and didn't give an inch.  The narrow waist led down to hard, round hips,
and bulging, powerful, tree trunk sized thighs and diamond shaped calves, all
of which, with her proportionately long legs, made them seem even bigger.  But
apart from the muscles, Alison noticed that she was becoming very strong
indeed.  One instance stuck in her mind.  It was a couple of days ago, and she
had been out in the jungle looking for wood, after one of Chris' walks, which,
even though he had walked three miles, she was not tired, so she went looking
for some wood to build with.  Deep in the jungle, she came upon a hardwood
tree.  she marveled that a hardwood tree would be on a tropical island, and
was determined to bring it back to the camp.  But she didn't have anything
with her that would fell a tree that was at least thirty feet tall and several
feet in width.  Unable to think of anything else to do, she wrapped her long,
powerful arms around the tree, bending her legs.  She thought maybe she could
rock the tree loose.  She pushed up with her powerful legs, and was surprised
to find that she had uprooted the tree; She held it out of the ground with
ease.  It surprised her, it was so light; so she hoisted it on one massive
shoulder and carried it back to camp.  Chris had been away when she carried
the tree into camp, and when he got back, he was in pain from his leg, and she
forgot about it, at least until she noticed him staring at her and exclaiming
because they were now the same height.  Alison smiled.  The truth, she
realized, is that she loved being this strong, and now that she seemed to be
growing even bigger, even though it concerned her, didn't seem to be a bad
thing at all.  She flexed her arm again, fascinated with the size of her
enormous arm, and the clearly visible veins that popped out like a road map.

   They sat by the fire, in the center of the hut, and talked for a long
time.  Their efforts had greatly improved their little hut.  She and he were
lying on the hardwood floor he had built, watching the fire, Alison had her
head on his shoulder.

   "How could this have happened," She said, taking his small hand inside
her large, well manicured hand, " I've never heard of anything like this
before in my life."

   Chris shook his head, " Beats the hell out of me.  I just don't
understand.  I do pretty much the same work as you, eat the same things, but I
don't grow an inch in height or weight.  you, on the other hand, have muscles
on top of muscles, have become about three times stronger than I am, and on
top of everything else, you're getting taller.  I just don't understand, " He
tossed another bit of wood on the fire.

   Alison hesitated, " Do you still find me attractive," she dropped her head
a little; even though she loved her newfound muscles and strength, she had
worried what Chris would think about his 'new' wife.  Chris cupped his hand
under her chin and gently lifted it up.

   "I love you, stupid, and just for the record I think that you are
beautiful," He brought his lips softly down on hers and softly kissed her.
She smiled.  "But its damned strange.  Here look at your forearm, " he gently
picked up her massive arm and held his forearm next to hers, " It looks like a
thin twig compared to yours.  I just don't understand, but that's really not
the only question here.  The other question is how much bigger will you get?"

   "It is big isn't it, " She held it up in the firelight admiring its
width; he moved her hand up and down, watching it contract, amazed at the
sheer size of it.

   He hugged her close, and tight, " You like being this big don't you?, He
smiled.

   Alison pulled him close to her and squeezed him lightly, " you bet I do,
sport, " He laughed long and hard.

   The next few months had proved interesting.  Chris had more and more
leisure time, as the kiln, and a fireplace.  More leisure time meant a lot to
Chris, much more than the obvious.  they had been working so hard that they
had had little time for romance and that was just what Chris had in mind.
Alison had grown out of everything, clotheswise, and now the only thing that
would fit her was a bikini that they had found in a suitcase.  The top was a
little small though, stretched as it was by her large, muscular chest.  Alison
had grown over a foot and had put on at least fifty pounds of solid, shapely
muscle.  For the fireplace, Alison had provided several large boulders, but
Chris could not think of a way to crush them, but Alison had an idea that had
seemed outlandish at the time.

   "I think I can do it, I really do," Alison, looking down on Chris, shook
her head excitedly.

   Chris shook his head, " Okay if you think you can, just be careful, don't
hurt yourself."

   Alison picked a huge boulder up with one hand and laid down on the ground.
she laid a towel down across her inner right thigh, and easily placed the
rock on her right inside the thigh.  She clapped her left thigh down on the
boulder, and slowly squeezed her long, muscular legs, the muscles in her
thighs swelled up like inflated balloons.  She could feel the rock crack.
She squeezed harder and her thighs seemed to explode with muscle.  The boulder
could not take it any longer and seemed to explode.  Chris had heard the
boulder crunch, and before he knew it, had collapsed it a pile of rubble.  She
cleared the debris off her legs, casually brushing white dust of those
powerful thighs.  She looked at Chris, saw that his mouth was wide open in
amazement.  She walked over to him, and smiled, " I told you so.  That was too
easy, we'll have to find a bigger one." She walked back over to the rock pile
and grabbed another one, this time wrapping her long, powerful arms around it
and squeezing it in a bear hug.  It didn't take long for the boulder to simply
disintegrate, caught between her massive arms and her large chest.  She felt
incredibly powerful and she reveled in it.  Alison dusted off her arms and
chest, then grabbed a rock about the size of a grapefruit in her right hand
and slowly began to squeeze.  Her forearm bulged and the veins looked like a
road map as the exerted force upon the rock.  Chris saw her huge hands dig
into the rock, then he saw a puff of dust.  Alison smiled and dropped the
debris of the now pulverized rock from her hand.

   "Jesus," Chris shook his head in disbelief, " Damn, your strong."

   Alison slid her huge hands under his butt and picked him up; cradled him
to her chest and smiled down at him, " And I love proving it."

   Chris didn't know where he was, but wherever it was, it filled him with
dread.  The surroundings seemed familiar; the tropical jungle of the island
where he and Alison had been shipwrecked was now as familiar to him as the
house he had grown up in was.  No, it wasn't the surroundings; it was tough
for him to put into words.  It was dark and cloudy, the sky overcast, with the
moon shining brightly, giving adequate amounts of light for him to see by; the
moonlight gave shadow to everything around him, lending a feeling of
non-substance to the trees and foliage that was all around him.  He started
walking along the smooth path that led back to his hut, but he could not shake
that feeling that something was about to happen.  Well, he thought, what's it
going to be, you're a little old to be afraid of the dark.  The rational part
of his mind told him he had nothing to worry about, just another night.
However, the irrational part of his mind told him to hurry back to the hut,
pull the covers over his head, and pray.  His step quickened.  He felt it before
he actually heard it, a rumbling in the ground, like the earth moved, but it
sounded as if it were distant.  Then he heard it clearer.  Boom, Boom,
Boom, Boom, it sounded like it was closing in on where he was.  He stood there
as if transfixed; try as he might, he could not will his legs to move.  He was
uncertain, a desire welling up within him.  He had to find out what was making
that noise. He made the decision.  He would hold his ground.  He saw a gigantic
leg, bulging with muscle, come crashing down not fifty yards from where he was
at.  How could he have missed it.  It seemed that it had been right there all
along.  The leg was joined by a gigantic body, so unbelievably huge, so
unbelievably muscular, yet definitely a woman's leg, in spite of its bulging,
muscles that he instantly thought, and screamed, ' Alison'.  The giantess
stopped in mid stride, not two feet from him.  He looked up and all he saw was
her massive breasts.  Then he saw the legs bend, and the next thing he knew,
the face of Alison, was staring back at him; those crystal blue eyes, and high
cheekbones that had enchanted him when he had first laid eyes on her had
changed, but were only magnified by her now gigantic height.  Her luscious,
full lips glimmered darkly red in the moonlight.  She was fair skinned, the
moonlight shimmered of her luminescent skin and shined darkly, radiantly off
her waist length black hair.  Her lips were drawn back in a wide smile.
Beautiful, Chris thought, absolutely beautiful.  She reached down with her
huge, long fingered hand and gently picked him up using only her index finger
and thumb of her right hand.  She brought him to eye level.  He suddenly
realized he was totally naked.  She ran her left index finger down the length
of his chest, caressing it sensually.  He was becoming excited himself, but he
couldn't shake that feeling of impeding doom.  Something was wrong here, very
wrong, he said to himself.  She placed him in the palm of her left hand.  She
smiled at him, and bent her head, moving her huge face towards his, as if
bestowing a kiss.  Instead, she threw him suddenly into her mouth.  Chris
began screaming.  he heard her laughing hideously as he felt her incisors
bite into, and through his chest.

   It was at that moment that Chris bolted upright in their bed, with his
arms flailing at the empty air.  He looked down at his body; It was covered
with a cold, clammy sheen of night sweat.  He felt, no, he saw his heart
beating like a jack hammer in his chest.  He took a deep breath.

   "Honey, What's wrong, " The sound of Alison's voice grounded him; snapped
him out of that nightmare he had just had.  While she was big, she wasn't
anywhere near as big as she had been it his nightmare.

   "I'm all right, " Chris ran his hand through his sweaty hair.  Jesus, what
the hell happened.  That was that was the first nightmare he could remember
having since grade school.  Alison put one massively muscular arm around his
shoulders and cradled him to her muscle plated chest.  In fascination, he
watched her heavily muscled arm as she gently stroked his sweat covered brow.
Even after all these months, he could not help but be fascinated by the was
her biceps and triceps swelled with even the tiniest movement of her arm.  It
was amazing.  "No, really, I'm all right, just a nightmare."

   Alison looked deep in his eyes, " That's the third on this week.  Look at
yourself, you're covered in sweat, and you're trembling, Jesus, I can feel your
heart beating," She gently took his right hand into her large hand and it
completely engulfed it.  She looked even deeper into his eyes, " What's wrong.
I love you, you know that you can tell me anything." She smiled, and pulled
him even more firmly into her muscular chest.

   "I know I can tell you anything, really I do, but this is something I
have to work out for myself.  Okay?" Chris attempted a smile, " Sorry I woke
you, let's get back to sleep okay," He reached up and gently stroked her long,
flowing black hair.

   Alison was far from satisfied, Chris could tell by the look on her face,
but it was no use, she thought, he'll tell me in his own time and in his own
way.  Silently, she cursed that inherently misguided thing called male pride.
She leaned her giant body back onto the makeshift mattress and at last fell
asleep.

   Alison woke up the next morning to find that Chris was not beside her.
Damn, she thought, but she got up and stretched her giant frame.  Her new
height and muscles took some getting used to, she thought.  To think, not two
months ago, I had barely been five foot tall, and weighed, maybe a hundred
pounds, now I must weigh over a thousand pounds and stand fifteen feet tall.
She stretched taller and bumped her head on their bamboo and palm fronded
ceiling.  She swore, and rubbed her head.  Damn, she thought, going to have to
build a bigger place.  Over the past few weeks it seemed as if she were
growing bigger by the day, she would wake up in the morning and her arms, her
shoulders, her legs would appear to have doubled in size.  Yesterday, she had
looked at her reflection in the calm, still waters of their bathing lagoon,
and was amazed.  She looked feminine, yes, but her size simply amazed her.
Her shoulders were so wide that Chris and two other full grown men could have
sat comfortably on just one shoulder.  These broad shoulders led to lats so
wide that Chris, jokingly said that she could probably fly them off the island
with those bulging lat muscles.  The flaring lats led down to a tiny, waspish
waist that rippled with so much muscle that her abs appeared to be steel
plating rather than muscle.  From her tiny, muscle plated waist, her hips
rounded into solid muscle which, in turn led down to thighs the almost twice
the size of Chris' body.  They were hard and round, and looked like they had
been carved out of marble; no less impressive was her calves which resembled
large, bulging hearts, or a large diamond.  The body parts were impressive in
and of themselves, but added to her porcelain skin, and long, Raven black
hair, she seemed to be a wild goddess carved out of muscle instead of marble.
She had grown, she thought, a smile rose on her face.  And strength.  She
thought she had been strong before, now, she seemed superhuman.  She no longer
had to crush rocks between her thighs; she could simply grab a huge boulder in
each of her hands and slam them together, the sheer force of her huge arms
slamming the boulders was enough to pulverize any boulder.  She ripped palm
trees out of the ground with one hand and snapped them in two like they were
thin limbs.  The truth, she told herself, was that she enjoyed being this big
and this strong.  She loved the way her body rippled with even the slightest
movement of her massive arms or legs.  She loved the feeling of power she had
as she slammed those boulders together, or crushed not one boulder, but
several between her bulging, rock hard thighs ( She loved the feeling of
crushing those boulders between her thighs so much that, even though she
didn't have to use her legs anymore, she continued to crush rocks that way.)
She had never felt so powerful in her life, knowing that nothing was as strong
as she was.  Alison thought maybe that was why Chris was acting so funny
lately.  They had established themselves in good order on the island; they no
longer had to worry about the mere necessities on which to live on, the
island, their hut and supplies were all in good order, and now Chris was
begin to stop and think about the fact that she had turned into a now Fifteen
foot giantess with over twenty times his strength and more muscle than he
could ever hope to possess.  Alison did most of the heavy work; the gathering
of rocks, trees, which she sometimes brought back four at a time, and
construction of their hut.  Alison, before she was really aware of the effect
her gigantic stature and strength, didn't really help Chris' ego at all.  She
insisted on carrying him everywhere he went.  She would grab him with her huge
hands, under his armpits, lift him easily into her arms, cradle him in one arm
and carry him anywhere he wanted to go around the island.  She couldn't help
it, she told herself, he looked so small; he barely came up to her thighs, and
so soft that she didn't want anything to happen to him.  After all, she told
herself at the time, this is a dangerous place, a wild animal, like the boar
they saw last week, could gore him.  I'm a hell of a lot bigger and stronger
than him, I'll protect him by carrying him, he's not heavy, as matter of fact,
he was very, very light.  She remembered that Chris had said something, jokingly
to be sure, about no wanting to be carried everywhere, but that she just
scooped him up, laughingly.  It seemed that her warning were well heeded.
Chris was out in the jungle, collecting some vines for building, when a wild
boar did indeed appear and charge him.  Alison heard him scream, burst though
the clearing, and saw Chris with both hands straining to keep it from goring
him.  Quick as a flash, she grabbed the beast by the throat with her huge
hands and ripped it head off with on flick of her massive forearms.  She had
later told Chris that she would carry him everywhere, from now on.  The look
on his face was like a child being scolded by its mother.  She desperately
wanted Chris to talk to her, tell her what he was thinking, but she knew, from
experience, that he wouldn't talk to her until he was good and ready.  She
dressed in a wrap around skirt, ( It had been a sheet; they found it in one of
the suitcases that had washed up on shore; nothing else fit her now) and no
top, leaving exposed her large breasts, which were upright, despite their
size, and her muscular cleavage and went to find Chris; It was time that she
talked to him, high time, she thought.

   Alison found Chris down at the lagoon, absently throwing small stones into
the water.  She could tell that he wasn't in a talking mood, he had the
faraway look on his face, even when he turned to look at her making her way
through the sand.  She sat down next to him.

   "Hi, whatcha doing?", She put one huge arm around his shoulders, rubbing
her large hand down his chest.  He seemed not to notice; his mind was still
faraway.  She took his chin in one huge, long fingered hand, " What's wrong,
is it something I did, something I didn't do.....,"

   "I was thinking.  I never properly thank you for saving my life.  I was a
goner for sure, when that boar attacked.  I was holding this huge animal by it
shoulders, while it was trying to gore me, and all I could think about was
you, how much I love you," he took her free and stroked it gently, " Then I
saw your huge arm shoot into my field of vision.  I saw this hand rip the head
of that huge beast, and I said to myself, ' My god, what if she got mad at me,
what if she grabbed me that way...."

   Alison pressed him hard against her chest, " I would never, ever hurt you,
not for all the world."

   "I know that, just as quickly I said those same words to myself.  I
thought I had put this out of my mind; in truth I really did, but this led to
another thought, more painful than the first.  What if she doesn't need you
anymore?  More to the point, I thought I was useless.  I would see you
carrying huge boulders, and stacks of palm trees and say to myself,' Your
really useless, you know that, your just excess baggage.' "

   She immediately protested, " You are not excess baggage, you designed
everything we've built.  I may get the raw materials, but without you, I would
still be living in that lean-to down by the shore."

   "Then I realized what the problem was, the real problem, that one that's
at the center of this whole mess.  Do you want to hear it?  I just a few
minutes ago figured it out." He smiled.

   "Sure," She said unsteadily.  She knew what he was going to say, but she
was still uneasy.

   "I had a problem with you.  You.  Do you have any idea what it's like to
see you, week by week, growing bigger and stronger before my very eyes.
Yesterday, when I got up, I went outside to the table.  remember, you called
me to the door of the hut.  You walked out and all I saw was a pair of bulging
rock hard thighs; they filled by entire field of vision.  Then you scooped me
up in those huge arms, cradling me in one arm, and carried me all day." He
smiled again, he could read her face, he knew what she was going to say before
she said it, " No, I don't really mind being carried, I don't mind a Fifteen
foot tall, muscular wife.  I just said that I had a problem, you, but let me
rephrase that, the problem was mine." Alison stroked his face gently with
those long fingers.  He looked into her eyes; there were tears there, " Well,
that all in the past.  Damn this male ego." He said in mock anger and burst
out laughing.

   "Dammit to Hell," Alison laughed with him.  She kissed him lightly on the
lips, " It's about time you figured it out.  You bastard," She laughed again
and lightly slapped him on the cheek.  Chris loved the sound of her laughter.

   "Well, what now, giant lady," He smiled at her teasingly, he knew
perfectly well what would happen next.

   "I've got an Idea," With that she cradled him in her muscular arms, and
carried him to their bed.  She ripped his clothes off with a flourish and
pushed him back on their bed.  She got on her knees in front of him and
slowly, gently ran her hands down his chest, caressing his hips, running those
hands down each leg.  She felt him shudder, and smiled wickedly, as did Chris.
They both knew that they were in for a long night.

   Weeks passed, Alison had grown to twenty feet tall.  She could wrap one
hand around his entire body and the truth be known, Chris liked it when she
did.  Her strength had doubled, which she loved to show of by juggling five
hundred pound boulders.  And life was good for both of them.

   Chris was standing in an open field, the sights were familiar; he was in
their jungle.  All of a sudden Alison was by his side, gigantic in the
moonlight, her huge muscles throbbing with strength and power.  She bent down
and picked him up, put in him the palm of one huge hand, smiling.  Chris stood
up and looking directly into those huge, blue eyes.  he was not afraid.  She
was nude, he magnificent chest rising and falling with each breath.  She took
him by shirt with her thumb and forefinger and gently sat him on her right
breast.  It was warm to his touch and the warmth of it, warmed him too.  All
of a sudden, her heard the propellers of an airplane.  He looked up, and saw
it high above him.  Alison said," Maybe we should try to signal it?" Chris
looked up into that radiant, giant face and smiled, " What for?," He said and
smiled.

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