Super

The man and the woman laced their fingers together, staring deeply into each others eyes as they sat on the park bench.

"I love you," the man cooed.

She blushed. "I love you more," the woman cooed back.

"No, I do."

"No, -I- do."

A giant fist slammed down onto the bench next to them, pounding the broken mess of wood into a small crater.  Screaming, the couple tumbled off their seats, falling over themselves before clambering to their feet and sprinting away.


*****


Captain Crimson clicked the remote, and the holo-display winked off. "That was recorded in the park earlier today," he said, turning to the rest of the room, "and it's not an isolated incident.  Over the past few days couples have reported large fist-related acts of violence in their vicinity."

"Sounds like some sort of giant person," Elastic Lad said.

The Titaness stopped filing her nails for long enough to give Elastic Lad a snide look. "Right, because it's -always- the giant person."

"I didn't mean it like-"

"On top of that," Captain Crimson continued, "there was a recent burglary of several hundred gallons of product at the ice cream factory, of all places, and we still need to figure out who - or what - was behind the accident at the Smythe Industries lab."

"Do you think there might be a connection?"

"To an untrained mind, yes." The Shade scowled. "But it would be a critical weakness to assume that these were all related."

"But-"

"The Shade is right," Captain Crimson said. "We need to think carefully about this.  Rash actions won't get us anywhere."

The Titaness smirked. "Yeah, -Justin-.  Leave the crime-fighting up to the people with actual superpowers."

Elastic Lad went to speak, but simply closed his mouth and walked out of the room, shaking his head.


*****


As the rest of the team had departed for Seattle (reasoning that the ice cream was coffee-flavored, and Starbucks sells coffee, therefore its theft was a clue that someone was scheming to attack Seattle), it fell upon Elastic Lad to figure out what was really going on.  His first and most obvious clue was a strikingly attractive, strikingly large, and strikingly nude brunette in the city.  She was hard for him to miss, being taller than some buildings, though the reverse could not be said for him.  Without much in the way of options, he resorted to scaling an office complex and waving her down as she passed by. "Excuse me!"

The giant woman stopped and glanced about before looking back at him and pointing to herself with a confused expression.

"Yes, you, hi.  Uh, listen, some people reported being attacked recently, and there was an accident at the Smythe laboratory a few days ago.
 You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"


"Yes.  Yes, I would.  I would've thought one of you would have figured it out quicker."

Elastic Lad shook his head. "Don't be so sure.  What about the attacks?"

"Look, I haven't been in a relationship for a while, and I don't know if it's hormones or the weird experiment that did this to me, but I've just been so..." She gestured before clenching her fists. "...frustrated lately.  Maybe I took it out on people I shouldn't have, but nobody got hurt, right?"

"Frustrated?"

"Sexually."

"Oh." He thought for a moment. "Have you tried... you know...?"

"Masturbating?"  She let out a light laugh as Elastic Lad cringed and blushed. "No, I've tried that, believe me." She held up one hand, wiggling her fingers.  "I can't really get my motor going with just my hands, and everything I could use is a little small for me."

His blush deepened. "I, um.  I think I can help with that."

"Really?"

He nodded, raised his thumb to his mouth.  Pausing to steady his nerves, he took a deep breath, then blew, causing the front of his tights to bulge suddenly, growing to the size of a soda can.  Another puff and it doubled in length, bunched up on itself.  Wincing, he paused to unbuckle his belt, pulling it off and throwing it away.  As he did so his length straightened out, poking out of the waistband of his tights.

The giantess leaned forward, causing a spiderweb of cracks to spread across the masonry as she rested her elbows on the edge of the building. "Do you do this often?"

A brief look of guilt crossed his face as his head snapped up to look at her. "What?  No, no!"

She waved one hand dismissively. "It's fine, I didn't mean to put you on the spot.  Continue."

He glanced to either side of him before continuing to blow into his thumb, a quiet hissing and creaking punctuating each fit of growth.  With each puff he grew longer and thicker, reaching his navel, then his chest.  Between his legs his balls swelled, forcing him to spread them further apart.  As he continued to make his member swell, it bobbed with the motion of his body.  Holding up his free hand, he held it away from him to keep it from swaying into his face, and as he did, he could feel the skin stretch beneath his fingers with every blow.

The woman leaned in for a better look, and he felt her warm breath blowing gently against him.  He involuntarily twitched, the motion throwing off his balance and sending him falling back onto his balls, now the size of an overstuffed beanbag chair.  The hissing and creaking was now audible to the woman as he continued to fill himself with air, growing firm and massive, his length soon becoming as tall and almost as thick as he was.

As Elastic Lad took another breath, the giantess held up a hand. "Woah, don't get carried away, now; I'm not -that- big."

He tried to lean to the side to get a better look at her but found his mobility and vision impaired by his newfound size. "This is good?"

"Oh, hell yes." Reaching out, she slid one hand beneath him and took his length in the other, lifting him up.  He shuddered as she gently ran her thumb along his underside. "Now... what did you say your name was?"

"Justin.  I mean, Elastic Lad."

She grinned. "Elastic -Man-, more like.  Come on, let's go to the park."

"Wait, we're going to... i-in public?"

She shrugged. "I'm the size of a building.  Who's going to stop me?"