The amazon steps foward, her large breasts swaying, casting a shadow over the audience. As the front row lost view of her face, the amazon decided to demonstrate her superiority when it came to mankind. She put her hands out to her side. As she readied her feet, the amazon tossed Sharon a dismissive glance. The amazon started to slowly bring her arms together in front of her. Her once defined, but subtle shoulders bloated to be larger than her head. Her biceps swelled towards each other as she neared full pose. Her monstrous breasts lifted up and over her biceps as her pecs grew. Her neck grew under her perfect smile to bridge the gap between her shoulders. Her hands met and the expansion stopped. The front row, met with an ideal that put their worth into question, sat dumbfounded in her shadow. The bar fell into silence. Then the jutebox selected the next song. Rob Zombie. The amazon shook with irritation. " I hate titty bar music." Her shadow started to grow. Her pecs grew further, starting to reach her chin. Her neck and back muscles grew up higher than her head. Her shoulders grew volumes and blocked the amazon's periperial vision. Her width was now equal to her height. The song's first refrain started with a repeated lyric. The amazon groaned. " I hate remixes of titty bar music." Veins appeared all over her mountainous muscles. Her width was exceeding her measured height. The entire establishment fled as her back met the roof and her shoulders the support walls. Her shadow vanished as the lights fell and the electricty shorted out. It the darkness, SHaron could only hear the pleasure the stage was feeling trying to support the amazon. Some warm flesh suddenly pressed into Sharon's face. She had to flee or be crushed.
Mon Feb 16 22:39:02 2004