Zumberge

She looked up at her handiwork, a huge pudgy head with fat lips and puffed-out cheeks that would be blimps in their own right, connected to an absolutely monstrous air-filled body that curved to the sides and into the distance, out and above her.  Whatever he expected from her, she was sure it didn't involve transforming him, in the span of minutes, into a human blimp that could probably be seen from space.  He was certainly within eyesight of the people in the city, and considering how swollen his length was he seemed to be enjoying some aspect of it.  It takes all kinds, sh

The sciences always fascinated you, but biochemistry was the most interesting of all.  While others believed in machines and computers being used to enhance themselves, the idea that the human body already had near-limitless innate potential that could be unlocked with a mere injection was indescribable.  While you were never able to enter the field professionally, being an office assistant at the largest biotech research firm in the state was enough to sate your interest by proxy.

Despite what went on in it, the room was not visually romantic.  It started out well enough as a spare bedroom, until the bed was removed in favor of more room for Nathan and Maria's activities - or, to be more specific, for more room for Nathan because of Maria's activities.  Then the cabinets and desk went, then the paintings, until finally the room was bare.  Today, however, the floor was covered in tarps and Maria's pet project, an industrial-sized tire pump, sporting a few more mechanical additions.

It's a big city I live in - tall buildings, a lot of people - and you'd think that it would be really easy to overlook someone like me.  Ordinarily, you'd be right, but even though I'm not that tall, don't have a lot of money or an important job, people know who I am and think twice before messing with me.

Maybe I should explain.  Or better yet, maybe I should show you.