The ladies wake up and are as shocked as Oliver is

“Wha… What’s the matter-oooly SHIT!” Wrapping her arms around her bust and shuffling away from the others Helena looked around for anything to cover herself while diverting her eyes from Oliver’s ‘third leg’. Laurel and Thea woke the same way, snapping to full alert when they found themselves both naked and right on top of Oliver Queen. “What the fuck?!” “Oh my GOD what happened to us… What happened to the lair? What happened to.” Blinking rapidly Thea’s mind reloaded, the memories of the last few hours ran through her head and made her dizzy and disgusted enough to turn to the trash bin at the ruined table and throw up. “Bleaaaaaaggggh!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO US QUEEN?!” Screamed Helena, covering herself with the remains of her jacket while looking for something else to keep her dignity.

“Me? What did I do? YOU’RE THE ones that tackled me to the ground, I at least remembered THAT part… Oh jeez Thea…” Blinking back in revulsion Oliver stole the bin his sister had been using and swiftly threw up in it also.

“Ah shit! The computer’s wasted.” Having found a few scraps of cloth to tie around herself Laurel had looked around to find the place ruined and trashed, but what really caught her attention was the lap top with Felicity’s notes smashed to bits like someone had taken a bat to it. Still searching around the ruined Arrow cave Oliver had managed to get a few blankets and toss them to the others, one already tied around his waist and yet his size made it no better than a towel. Wrapping a towel around herself Helena stood and looked herself over, the fact that she was over 7 feet tall and had the physique of a goddess didn’t register in her mind, nor did the fact her legs and forearms had a sheen of black hair over them, only one pervasive thought lingered enough that she had to say it out loud. “Holy shit, I have TITS!” Slowly cupping them under her hands she gave her new assets a heft to confirm they were real. The blanket wrapped around her body did nothing to hide the fact she was now longer the owner of a pair of humble B’s but the proud owner of a confident, womanly pair of G cup breasts.

“Well good for you, but unless you didn’t realize you two had sex with my brother, and oh guess what so did I!”

“Oh God Oliver, the bucket.” Waving the man to get his attention he slid the bin towards Laurel by his foot and she threw up into it, shock still branded in her mind. “Why’d we do that?” “We’re huge!” “Oh my God what if this happens again?” “Ewwww…”

The group’s worry stopped when they all covered their ears from Thea whistling to get their attention, the woman finally wrapping the tacky colored towel around her bust like a towel and getting up with some dizziness. “This, this is all being caused by that, whatever it was at Star Labs.” Getting their attention, she continued. “When we got agitated at the café we began to grow, and when we saw Oliver all big and buff it got worse.”

“So what? Are you saying the more we get excited we buff up and go nuts?”

“Exactly!” finally getting used to her new height Thea picked the laptop from Laurel’s hands and checked to see if it could be salvaged. Green Arrow moved around and checked to see if anything else survived their rampage. “If we keep ourselves in check we can avoid getting worse until we can fix this, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just a matter of mind over matter.”

Slowly making herself relax Helena opened her eyes and breathed shallow breaths, going back to what she read in a book about breathing techniques to calm herself when she got REALLY mad. Looking over to where Oliver continued to scrounge the arrow cave she found her eyes leering over the bulge that would occasionally swing between his legs with every step, the blanket may had hid quiet a bit but she could still make out that foot long bat that made her cry ‘home run’ every time it struck in her park. Flaring her nostrils, she tried to close her eyes and burn out the images of her riding the giant man to explosive orgasm again and again. When she opened them again the bulge was still there, and so were the memories.

“Mind over matter…”