Who the hell is this?

Momentarily stunned and enveloped in delightfully warm, soft darkness you are unsure what your best next immediate move is. Glancing left then right you can confirm that yes, your head is completely submerged in some beyond epic cleavage...

"Eeeep!"

Epic cleavage that you unintentionally just motor-boated, much to the owners shock or so it sounded.

Strong hands push you away and, with some regret, light returns to your world as you stumble back into the hall. Eyes blinking in confusion then going wide, you take in your would-be molester and there is a whole lot of her to take in!

The first term to leap to mind is 'Brick House' because, well; a towering six and a half foot woman who had to weigh over two hundred and fifty pounds ...most of it in her hips, ass and oh my god - those tits!... looming naked but for a some simple white cotton panties really fits the bill.

She fills the bathroom doorway, there is just so much of her and you are impressed by just how well put together she is. While her curves border on the ****, her limbs are athletic and muscular. Not the ripped, bulging, heavy veined muscle of Brutal Ballerina but rather the firm swelling of sculpted strength you might see in a fitness model. Her stomach is flat with the soft outline of a six pack hinting at her hardened core and her thick, firm thighs roll with muscle as she takes a nervous step back.

"What... wait. Who- who are..."

Her face and features are broad but beyond simply handsome, bordering on pretty. Her wide eyes an unusual stunning grey-green, her hair full and mahogany brown tied in a dense ponytail that reaches down to her bodacious backside.

And what a backside it is! Like some master craftsman cut an overgrown cantaloupe melon in half and slapped those celestial orbs right behind broad, rolling handles of hip-flesh just under a narrow tapering waistline. The white cotton of her panties strains to contain so much womanly goodness and you just know without looking that she must be rocking some serious ass cleavage!

Speaking of cleavage... each of her monstrous pillows, currently squished up delightfully behind a modestly crossed arm, are larger than your own head. Full bulging expanses of pink flesh that are growing pinker by the second as you realize that you are staring in mute, slack jawed appraisal and this flustered giantess is blushing furiously, whether in rage or embarrassment ...or probably both, you jackass... you don't know as you both just stand there.

With almost theatrical timing, your dick chooses this moment to unstick itself from your love-juice matted thigh and begin to stiffen at the sight of all of her bared wonderful pink flesh. As if to remind you that you too are baring all to the world at large, it lengthens and thickens itself out in between the two of you like an erotically outstretched limb waiting for a handshake

Frozen in a tragically comical tableau you both break eye contact to slowly look down at it's jutting, glistening hardness before raising your combined gazes to each others faces again.

"Ummm hi... pleased to meet you?"

Your words, sounding more like a question than greeting die in the air as an interminable period of silence falls over the awkward moment again like the wettest of blankets.

The massive mountain off all-woman begins to tremble all over as her pretty pink face turns red as a sun-burnt tomato, the blush racing across her neck, shoulders and the expanse of her impossibly buoyant and massive tits. Raising a single finger to point at your chest, she takes in a deep breath ...don't break eye contact, don't break eye contact, don't you dare break fucking eye contact!... and squints her eyes shut to scream.

"PERVERT!!"

Well, how do we think this first encounter is going on a one to ten scale? Wait, what?

Half expecting Rhino Crash to come thundering up the creaky stairs to splatter you across the walls, you shake your head to clear your confusion and ringing ears.

Standing in naked confusion looking at this towering hottie who could undoubtedly bicep curl your entire body weight while cracking whole coconuts between her powerful, sexy thighs who is suddenly blushing and shying away from your naked body like some young, virginal bride being flashed by a streaker on her wedding day.

"Betty, are you ok girl?"

Oh thank god, the cavalry is here... even if it is in the form of a pastel haired nutjob wearing the briefest of towels wrapped about her body barely covering her perfect breast and upper thighs. Messy, sticky thighs at that... ~aaand look; she's leaving a bit of a trail.

Krystal takes in the sight of the two of you; this 'Betty' beet-faced and trembling in the bathroom entry, your naked self backed up against the opposite hallway wall looking confused and sporting a four fifths chubby.

She just cocks her head prettily and grins at both of you.

"Oh, my bad! I haven't properly introduced you guys to each other!"

Yeah, that's the social faux pas here; not the naked stand off, not the erection flapping in the proverbial breeze, not the screaming, blushing booby-goddess in front of you... it's the lack of proper etiquette.

"Nick, this is Betty; my housemate, BFF and partner in crime." Krystal says, skipping up to wrap herself around one of the sexy giantess's strong arms and hug her tight before gesturing at your ignoble self.

"Betty this is Nick, he glows green and shoots lightning from his dick!" She announces gleefully before looking down at your boner with a cautious eye, "Sooo~ like, watch where you are aiming that thing, Tex."

Wait?! So who was Betty and where was the 'Big Guy'? None of you had been quiet since all the madness started in Krystal's room and you only now are beginning to worry if the brutish animal-man would take exception to you loudly fucking his business partner ...a bit late for those concerns now, isn't it?... or scaring their housemate.

Hastily wrapping your towel around your waist and desperately looking about for handy dandy route of egress you begin to calculate how quickly you can grab your pants and sneakers from Krystal's room and climb out a window. The ground would break any falling involved, it always had in the past...

"...it's ok Betty, Nick here is just an inter-dimensional stray who got caught up in the Professor P gig. He helped us dodge the fuzz and has some sweet super powers to boot."

Krystal was talking in a soothing tone while stroking the trembling giantess's arm as though calming a nervous kitten. For her part Betty seems to be receptive to the treatment, her breathing slowing and her body relaxing ...the fact your trouser noodle is now just a towels tent-pole probably doesn't hurt the situation...

"If it's alright with you, he'll be hanging out with me- with us for a bit. Just helping him get on his feet and all that. Good karma kind of stuff. Maybe bring him along on a job or two. How are you feeling Girlfriend?"

Betty for her part looks half dazed and half hypnotized by Krystal's soothing ramblings and it's only then you spot a goose egg lump just above the hairline on her right temple.

"Just a bit light-headed... I... I was going to take a hot shower to clear some of the fog... Krystal I don't know..."

"Sounds great. We'll join you!" Squeals Krystal happily as though suggesting a trip to the mall rather than an intimate three way bathing situation, "Just to make sure you are safe, you understand. That bitch Ballerina really clocked you but good!"

Wait, what? Oh Jesus but you can be a dumb-ass sometimes!

All the pieces fall into place and your eyes widen in realization as you jaw drops all the way to the floor. Looking back and forth between the bubblegum haired lunatic and the looming, sexy mass of all-woman-all-day you raise your hand for attention before addressing the pachyderm in the bathroom...

"Wait is that... is she Rhino Crash? Is Betty the... ummm... 'big guy'? She's what... like, an animorph?"

Two pairs of eyes stare back at you reflecting your own confusion before Krystal's expression clears and she giggles in delight looking like a child about to spill some serious secret sauce.

"Of course she is, Silly! It's not a common knowledge but no big secret in this neighborhood that you don't mess with Bouncing Betty or you get the horn...." she states this with clear fondness reaching up to stroke Betty's long dark hair, "We prefer the term 'Beast-Shifter' bee-tee-dubs 'Animorph' sounds cool and all but doesn't really fit the bill. You coming in?"

Beast-Shifter? You had a good look at Rhino Crash in the back of the Studebaker and you are nearly 100% sure that he was a guy. So Betty is more than just some animal shape changer, she was a gender-bender too! That brings up so many more questions as Krystal leads Betty back into the olive-green horror show that they call a bathroom.

Feeling a little lost, more than curious and strangely turned on you follow to under-dressed hot couple looking forward to the shower... this was going to be totally awesome!

Well, this totally sucked...

What you had imagined to be a steamy showering session with a curvy cutie and a towering fitness babe had amounted to an uncomfortable, crowded and one sided wash-up.

The horrid bathroom was tiny, which you probably should have expected given the homes architecture. The eye-ball peeling puke-green mosaic tiles clashed madly with the age-yellowed toilet, small porcelain washbasin with bathroom mirror and a shower tub combo all squeezed into a space small enough to double as an impromptu steam closet.

You had ended up perched on the toilet just to give Krystal enough room to maneuver her giantess friend over to sit in the bath, her knees brought up to her chest so she would fit, and begin washing down her with the detachable shower head.

Sure, it was kind of cute watching Krystal's bubbly ass wiggle as she bent over the side of the tub to soap up Betty's back and sides but the whole scene was one of almost clinical care ...or maybe a dog wash?... more than anything remotely pornographic or arousing. Betty just sat there, still half in a daze and accepted her ...insert gender pronoun question mark here... friends ministrations and would just mumble affirmative sounds as Krystal checked her over and quizzed her like a sports medic checking over an injured athlete.

It's not that you don't like the sight of one hottie sponging down another, Betty's tall form is all delicious curves and sculpted muscle in the most feminine of ways and her soft skin glistening with moisture would be very arousing in almost any other circumstance but right now she just looked like a massive, if sad puppy getting a bath and hardly registering your presence.

Feeling your ass starting to go flat against the uncomfortably hard plastic lid of the toilet seat you try not to let your disappointment show as Krystal contents herself with just hiking a leg up on the edge of the tub and douching herself with the shower head, sending water everywhere before wiping herself down with a damp wash-cloth. ...what was she going to expect you to do? Should you just take a whores bath in the basin and call it a win?... before helping her friend up and wrapping her in all three towels hanging off the back of the door on hooks.

"The bathroom is all yours Cutie, there should be some hot water left but I'd be quick about it. Let me get Betty settled in her bed and I'll come back for you." Krystal says leading the six and a half foot terrycloth mummy out of the bathroom.

With a soft sigh, the drop your towel into the basin sink and climb into the slick tub bending down to pick up the shower head from where Krystal dropped it. Your life has definitely taken a hard right turn and you are beginning to strongly question if any of it is for the better after-all.

You mean; the girls were really hot, like real comic book level hot! ...but what the fuck were you going to do with your super-powered life now? Were you really ready to accept all this madness and become a hench-something to boot? All these questions leave your mind when you turn on the water... it's cold. Like, very cold.

There's that screaming again...