Across town late at night the front clerk to a Mario’s pizzeria picked up the phone and answered the call. “Hey hey hey, pizza on its way, how can I… What? You want 20 meat-lovers pizzas sent to Star labs? What is there a birthday party for a fat guy there? No, no we can do it, we’ll have it sent in just half an hour… Back door? Ok sure…” Putting the phone down the man turned to the oven and four workers and whistled to get their attention.
“Guess what boys, we got ourselves a challenge tonight!”
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Hanging up the phone Iris tugged at her top again, trying to keep herself modest while she and the others waited for the pizzas to get there. “Well, he said half an hour.” Breathing in a sigh she instantly regretted the act when she heard stitches pop. “Hopefully we can keep ourselves in check until then.”
“Speak for yourself, I just shaved these legs and I look like the damn sasquatch.” It wasn’t THAT bad but where once there were smooth legs now a light sheen of hair crawled up Caitlin’s ankles, then again all the ladies had a ‘hairy’ problem at the moment. Worst off being Barry who looked like he had the physique (and hair) of a lumberjack, sporting broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs and enough hair on his chest and arms to knit a couple socks with.
“Hey Felicity, any luck with a cure yet?” Called out Caitlin towards the lab, only to find the blonde giantess come back with a fire extinguisher and a disgruntled look on her face. “Uhm… No?”
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Driving up around the curb of Star labs the pizza delivery man checked his instructions and drove to the back of the building, parking just a few feet from the back exit he went to the back of his car and pulled out the 20 boxes of pizzas and teetered his way to the door, knocking with his free hand before snapping back to keep the balance on his stack. “Mario’s pizza, get yo din dins.”
Checking his watch, the man waited only a few seconds until the door opened up and to his gawking shock an 8-foot-tall bombshell wearing what looked like a towel for a skirt and top, with mocca skin and black hair that went down to her lower back his eyes shot to every curve before focusing on her face and from time to time her foot-deep cleavage.
“Oh good you’re here, we’re starving!”
“Damn girl, do you have a professional trainer? Or did you just eat him?” Frowning Iris picked the boxes out of the man’s grip and turned to place them on a table at the door, unintentionally flashing the man her backside and thighs when a breeze blew up her skirt, mumbling to himself the delivery guy could only stare like a deer in the headlights of some truck before she turned back with a handful of money. “OK that was… What are you looking at?”
Nervous and **** to make eye contact with the giant woman the delivery man could only say one thing.
“Dat ASS!... Dem tits…”
Shoving the money against his chest she used enough **** to knock the man off his feet before turning sharply and slamming the door behind her, unintentionally flashing the man again before the click of the lock told him the door wasn’t opening again. “No tip?!”
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