The air was a little on the ripe side. Stephanie wasn’t sure where the smell was coming from but she didn’t want to be the girly girl and bust her best friend out for being a relatively shitty house keeper.
Chase after all was basically her oldest friend in the world, and technically speaking the only friend she had that could understood her quirks, put up with her almost non stop sarcasm, her almost encyclopedic knowledge of all things movies and pop culture from basically the mid to late 1950’s all the way through the present, as well as her almost neurotic obsession with binge watching shows and movie series.
Chase was the only person that didn’t make her want to claw her own ears and eyes out when they talked about the subjects that she was most passionate about. He was also a huge secret to everyone else in her life. Then again so was this whole side of her life and personality.
Stephanie Foust honestly lived a double life. There was the public face that she showed to the world. That version was a grad student who was at the very tip top of her class. She was popular, and well regarded by her peers, as well as by her mentors. She dressed in all the latest styles and fades. She worked out to stay in shape, and ate daintily so she could manage her figure.
Sometimes she felt like the superheroes she so idolized from the comics, and movies. Torn between her secret identity and her alter ego. Most of the time she was proud of the way she had so successfully capartmentilized her life. In her private moments though she secretly wanted nothing more than to do away with the facade and let the whole world see her for the junk food loving, couch potato, movie nerd that she really was.
She was grumpy with herself though as these thoughts had crept in while she was slumped on the old dilapidated sleeper couch that ancored Chase’s entire decor firmly to the bachelor pad motief.
Well than and the countless movie posters, cardboard cutouts, the dirty dishes in the sink, dirty clothes on the floor. Stephanie pinched her own leg to help get her mind off those kinds of thoughts because she knew exactly how many posters there were (183 and a quarter), along with (16) cardboard cutouts not counting the ones under the couch and in the closet.
Another pinch though put her focus back on the 75 inch smart tv mounted professionally onto the far wall. “Don’t talk like one of them. You’re not! Even if you’d like to be” sounded off Heath Ledgers “Joker.”
She shifted her position on the couch rearranging her skirt has it had risen up a little to high for her liking. Served her right for wearing her Batgirl Button-up shirt and skirt. After all sitting around all day hadn’t been the original plan in their get together. However those plans had fallen threw thanks to stormy weather that seemed to have them trapped in the house.
So as a backup plan she and Chase had settled in earlier in the afternoon right as the rain had started and started watching everything Batman. Thanks in large part to her outfit. Now as the hour hung around midnight they were on arguably the finest superhero movie of all time, and hands down the greatest Batman movie of all time.
Of course Chase was more of the opinion that there had never been a great Batman movie. That the good ones were only really good because of a above par performance by the villian. Namely the Joker in the 1989 Batman movie, and The Dark Knight from 2008. It was one of the things the duo actually argued about a good bit. Much like the argument they had, had earlier when they decided it was time to dust off the Batman collection for the first time in a year.
“I’m not saying they are not good movies Stef, I am just saying that they are not Batman movies. The focus is never on Bruce Wayne or Batman. The focus is more so on the Joker villain. He drives the story, he is who the audience wants to see more of. Not Michael Keaton or Christian Bale in a black rubber suit.”
“Jesus H. Christ, Chase could you please just stop it with this bullshit? You’re just saying this to get a rise out of me, and to start a fight. You know and I know that those two movies are the most Batman movies that exist.”
“Stef, listen to the words that are coming out of my mouth”
“Real cute, quoting Rush Hour in a Batman argument. I think that cost you all credibility here big boy.”
Chase had rolled his eyes and started back into the fight “I would propose that there has never really been a true Batman movie made. Just because these two are the most Batman doesn’t mean that they are actually Batman movies. There have been better animated movies that portray him much better than either of those movies.”
Stephanie hung her head at the reply. It was the same place he took this argument every single time. “Just because WB has crapped on the cawl almost every time they have done a movie doesn’t mean that one of these cartoons is better than these live action interpretations.” She had paused there because the dig at the animated movies as cartoons stung even as she said the words but she was trying to wound her opponent and end his ridiculous argument before their pizza got cold.
Chase had looked so injured at the accersion, but a wry smile quickly replaced the stunned look on his face. “You don’t mean that, your just being cruel and mean spirited now. We both know that for a fact. Take that back or.”
“Or what” Stephanie had replied?
“Or, Yo Mama” he had shouted back at Stephanie.
Stephanie had been lucky to keep the sip of coke she had taken in when he had said that. The two had shared a long and meaningful laugh. It was the first laugh Stephanie had shared with someone in a week or more.
After that though the two settled into silence has they both intently watched the rest of the movie. Trying to see if there was anything that they might see from this viewing that they had not previously seen the dozens of other times they had watched it.
Munches on pizza and slurps from drinks were the only sounds that were exchanged until the credits began to roll.
With the movie over Chase stood up and ejected the 4K disc from his player. Put it back in its case all while Stephanie chewed on the last bits of ice that remained in her cup.
“Hey get up will ya I want to show you some of the new stuff I got back in the film room” he said as he passed by Stephanie.
Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Film room Chase its a over crowded closet filled with”
“Don’t you dare call my film collection junk” Chase said not allowing Stephaine to finish her previous statement. “Besides I’ve done some trading and so you need to see what all I got. Promise you’re going to love it.”
“Love is a very strong word” Stephanie said as she lumbered up off the old worn down couch she had been sitting on.
“And another thing” she started “how are you going to give me crap about any Batman movie when your boy Kal El’s movies have been an absolute dumpster fire since the 1980’s.”
“Fine Stef, geez the Dark Knight is every other movies daddy. God just let it go already. Plus Even you liked Man of Steel when it first came out.”
“I did not” she shot back quickly trying to defend herself for her past statements.
“You know you did, you just let all the reviews and all the fanboy hate jade you” Chase said without even turning around.
“The ending though” she began.
“The world engine was a bit of a mess but honestly the fight with Zod was great. It was a great super powered fight. Maybe the best one ever put on film” Chase stated with confidence.
Stephanie fell silent as she followed her friend over to the closet in question. She could see the inside of the closet in her mind's eye. It had been the same for years. Posters hanging on the wall and ceiling as well as rolled up and in tubes, shelves upon shelves of vhs, dvd, blue rays, and now 4K discs. Back when they were younger, two people use to be able to walk into the closet but these days maybe half a person could fit inside of it, and these days they were both much larger than half a person.
Chase was nearly six feet tall and right around two hundred pounds. Stephanie herself was almost five foot, eight inches tall and weighed in at nearly a hundred and thirty pounds. She had serious doubts about going inside the closet and being very comfortable for very long.
Yet when Chase opened the door Stephanie gasped. The closet wasn’t an over crowded nightmare of clutter and disorganization. It also wasn’t covered in posters and cardboard cutouts and the like.
The shelves though were still stacked high but not with old VHS cassettes, or disc cases. The room was filled with movies cans.
“I can see the floor” were her first words after taking a moment to collect her thoughts.
“HA-HA, very funny Stef. Yes you can see the floor, but what do you think” Chase asked as he watched her face for some sort of reaction.
Not giving her friend the satisfaction Stephanie didn’t react she just asked “how did you manage to get all these? They aren’t stolen are they?”
Rolled his eyes he walked inside the walk in closet and turned on the light bulb that hung overhead. “No they aren’t stolen. I traded all the posters and movie standees for these. I really fleeced the guy but he wanted stuff he could sell easier than movies on film.” He paused for a moment the in the cheesiest mobster voice he could muster he added “So I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”
This time it was Stephanie’s turn to roll her eyes. “Oh my God...father” she replied before laughing at her own corniness.
Stephanie finally walked into the closet behind her friend and started looking at all the titles he had stacked in cans on the shelves. There were a lot of old titles, Dune, Bullett, Jaws, the actual Godfather, Alien, Animal House, Attack of the 50ft Woman, Mad Max, 2001: Space Odyssey. On and on they went and that was just on the left side of the closet.
Stephanie no longer playing it cool pushed past Chase and started exploring more of the titles on the shelves straight in front of her. She read the titles out loud not so much for anyone's benefit but just to register it to herself what she was looking at “Back to the Future, Ghostbusters, ET, The Goonies, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Gremlins, Terminator, American Werewolf in London.”
She paused for a moment and looked back at Chase “The Princess Bride, you have the Princess fucking Bride on film. Chase these are all worth thousands. I mean not that this isn’t cool but come on how did you get some dude to trade all these for a bunch of old posters and junk?”
Chance just shrugged his shoulder and smiled “I guess I’m just a heck of a deal maker. I mean the old guy seemed pretty desperate, he even threw in a really old movie camera.”
Stephanie’s jaw went slack a little at the fact that her friend had done something so amazing. She turned her head back to the shelves and looked down to see the bulky camera sitting on the floor. “That’s really old Chase. I mean like from the 40’s or 50’s. This by itself has to be worth a lot of dough.”
“I don’t know what else you want me to say Stef the old guy wanted to move the stuff and so we made a deal” Chance replied growing a little tired of having to defend the deal of a lifetime he had made. “I really thought you would like all this stuff.”
Stephanie felt bad at giving her friend such a hard time but of course she couldn’t let him know that. So she turned around and punched him squarely in the shoulder. “Yeah this stuff is alright I guess.” A smile broke across her face as even she couldn’t keep up the act. “Man this is beyond cool. What else you got in here” she asked as she turned to the right to begin reading the titles over there.
“Superman, Weird Science, Pulp Fiction, Silence of the Lambs, The Blair Witch, Aladdin, Gladiator, Lord of the Rings, District 9” again Stephanie paused. She looked over at Chance with excitement in her eyes.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Excitement covered her entire face as she bounced slightly up and down causing her glasses to shift around on her face. Stephanie was a huge Titania Girl fan. She had actually went to the open auditions in Atlanta when the studio was doing the open casting call. She had gotten as far a one call back before being left out of the running.
Chance just smiled back at her nodding his head. “Yeah I thought you might get excited when you finally ran across that one.”
Chance pulled the door closed “Don’t want to expose the films to, too much light but go ahead and pull it out and let's take look at it. That is if you want.”
Calming herself down a bit Stephanie placed her hand on a stack of cans lifting up Jay and Silent Bob to pull out the film that hadn’t been released. She whispered the title “Titania Girl” as she touched it.
Chance shrugged again before Stephanie had a chance to ask how. “Guy just said he had a copy that was suppose to go out to the theaters before the studio pulled the film from it’s release date.”
The Titania Girl film was the biggest production ever filmed to get pulled before it was ever released. Mystery surrounded the project and its subsequent failure to launch. To actually have a cut of the film was beyond amazing.
Stephanie sat the Jay and Silent Bob movie aside and lifted the lid to the Titania Girl can. Inside was a roll of film. Being very easy she removed the film from the can before putting the lid back in place.
Stephanie then joined her friend on the floor as they both sat indian style facing one another. The two looked at a few of the frames and sure enough it looked like a Titania Girl movie. Opening credits and even a transformation scene.
Without any thought Stephanie reached across and hugged her friend as he held onto the film. Then something strange happened. A feeling she hadn’t felt before and she leaned in putting her hands on the side of his face she kissed him softly at first, but with a bit more fire and passion a moment later.
Chance dropped the film into his lap and kissed back. After a moment the two broke the lip lock. “Where did that come from” he asked happily.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Was it ok” she asked?
“Hell yes it was alright” Chance replied “I’ve been waiting to do that for years.”
Stephanie smiled at her friend and leaned back in to kiss him again. Her hands went down to the bottom of his shirt as she was going to take it off.
Chance took the hint and unbuttoned Stephanie’s top button of her purple Batgirl shirt. With that done he tucked her hair behind her left ear at lightly kissed her check and neck.
That was as far as the two got though before Stephanie pulled away from the interaction.
Chance began to apologize but Stephanie waved it off. “No, I want to but something feels strange. Somethings wrong” she said as a bit of a pained expression crossed her face.
At the same time the duo heard a noise and Chance looked behind Stephaine to see that the camera had turned on somehow, which was strange since it wasn’t even plugged in.
“What’s going on” Stephanie asked in ernest?
“I don’t know” replied Chance as he sat back down in front of his friend. “Looks like the camera just came on for some reason.”
“Let's get out of here” Stephanie said as she placed both hands on the floor to try and help herself to get back to her feet. Only to crumple back down to the floor in he heap.
Chance reached behind over and tried to open the door only to find that it was locked or jammed. Try as he might he couldn’t get the door to open. “Door’s stuck” he said as he gave up finally.
Turning back to face his friend he looked at her strangely as though something was different, as though she had changed in the moment he had taken his eyes off of her.
“Whats wrong” Stephanie ask as she could tell something was wrong from her friends expression.
“Not sure Stef, I can’t quite put my finger on it but something looks different about you than just a moment before.” He paused for a moment at searched his friends face looking for the difference.
He snapped his fingers when he thought he had an idea but it seemed silly to say out loud.
“It’s your glasses. The look kinda weird on your face. Almost like they are to small.”
Stephanie reached up and touched the brim of her glasses with her finger and they did feel different even to her. Of course when they snapped along the bridge she was startled. “What the” she started before she caught a glimpse of Chase who was back up toward the door.
“Stef, you’re growing” Chase said as his butt bumped into a box of movie tins on the floor.
“I’m what” Stephanie said as she quickly looked down having her mouth fall open in amazement at what was happening to her body. The sleeves of her shirt which had rested on her wrists just moments before were climbing up her forearm. Gaps were beginning to form between each of the five remaining buttons on her shirt. He silky skirt was also rising up her leg from the top of her knee to the middle part of her thigh. Her socks dug into her ankle as her matching shoes chinched up around her foot.
“Oh my God” Stephanie shouted as she tried desperately to get to her feet. “This can’t be real” she added as she watched her torso lengthen and become abnormally long compared to the rest of her body.
Her red lace bra that she had on underneath her shirt was beginning to grow rather uncomfortable as her body began to expand and grow in other ways. The shirt that covered it was faring no better and if one was honest maybe a bit worse as it wasn’t as sturdy as the well made push-up bra. As Stephanie’s arm got longer they also got thicker so the sleeves that had slid easily up her arm was not meeting a lot of resistance as it neared her elbow. Rips and tears began forming in the shoulders of the fabric as her shoulders extended further across.
The shirts bottom hem that had been neatly tucked into Stephanie’s skirt had risen up out of the skirt as the fabric pulled tighter and tighter across her rapidly lengthening torso, and blossoming bosom.
One of the side effects of that was that the straps of her white thong panties showed more prominently than she would have wanted them to.
Chase pointed and started to grin “just who were those for? Some idiot at the convention?”
“Oh my God Chase that is not a subject I want to talk about while I’m fricking bursting out of my clothes. What the hell is happening to me?”
Chase didn’t have a clue but that didn’t stop him from watching what was happening in front of him with shock, amusement, and a bit of guilt.
The skirt continued it rise and was now basically a mini skirt. Stephanie had managed to get some footing and had her back against the shelves behind her and she was trying very hard to reach up and grab a shelf to help pull herself upright, only her arms were not completely obeying her commands.
All along the sleeve holes began to appear as the material couldn’t continue to cover her arms. Larger gaps began to be very apparent between the buttons down the front of her shirt exposing her skin.
A giggle from Chase though took Stephanie's attention off of her shirt and back onto her friend.
Chase wore a smirk as he said “a Batman tattoo really Stef I didn’t know you were into ink?”
Stephanie felt embarrassed and tried to move quickly to cover up her formerly secret tattoo. That worked against her though as she again lost her balance which was bad because her skirt which was digging into her hips and waist rose up and exposed her panties for Chase to see.
He started to laugh but he had to retract quickly as Stephanie reached out for him with her now massive hands.
In doing so though it created even more problems for Stephanie. The sides of the skirt began to fail and huge gaping holes opened up along the sides right about the same time the right side strap broke on her panties.
As she reached out the fabric on the shirt grew even tighter and the gaps between buttons became critical. Her red bra became exposed and the left cup began to rip apart at the top as to much pressure was being exerted on all sides.
Ripping, tear, and breaking was quickly becoming the soundtrack the two nearly lovers shared as every piece of clothing Stephanie wore was beginning to fail. Her shoes ripped apart from the soles as her toes burst through the front of the shoes, her socks tore apart as if they were made of paper as her legs elongated longer and grew thicker.
The straps on her bras broke loose, and more holes opened up along her sleeves. Stephanie's breasts pushed hard against the massive hole in the top of the shirt. Stephanie was in complete shock as she looked down and saw her cleavage threatening to spill out of the bra and out of the shirt as well.
More shocking still though was how long the core of her body appeared to be. The hemline of the tattered top was now near her navel which could be seen thanks to the gaps along the front of the shirts button row. She wasn’t sure what was holding the buttons in place.
Yet when she looked straight ahead she was level with the light in the closet. Which would have been impressive if she was standing upright but she wasn’t she was mostly sitting hunched over trying her very best to keep what little bit of clothing she had in place, as it was seven feet high.
Stephanie tried to do the math in her head of just how big she was but she was afraid of the answer especially since from what she could tell she might still be getting a bit bigger. Her shoulders were nearly touching the shelves on each side of her, as were her hips. She knew without a doubt that if she was ever able to regain some sense of balance and actually stand up should would be taller than the closet.
Then just as the fabric around the buttons began to rip and tear and the second thong strap snapped she felt her body stop stretching and expanding.
Chase was crammed against the door just waiting to be crushed either by his friends large body or hit in the face with flying buttons as they turned loose from the Batgirl shirt that was the real superhero.
“I think it’s over” Stephanie said with hope in her voice.
“Wow you’re really big” Chase said as he looked up at his now much larger friend.
“You don’t say” Stephaine replied as she leaned forward a little bit doing her best to get her feet under her and still miss the lightbulb that hung from the ceiling.
As she did so the button along the front of the shirt all flew off exposing her long lean upper body with a set of remarkable breasts somehow still held in check by a very stubborn bra.
“Remind me to buy stock in them first thing in the morning” started Chase right before Stephanie reached down and kissed him.
Pushing him backward toward the door she placed a fingertip on the door and broke it wide open. “Still a lot of hours till morning, now just where were we before we were so rudely interrupted” she asked with a mischievous look in her eyes?
In the closet the camera turned off about the same time the hooks on Stephanie's bra failed.
The two friends laughed as they began to kiss. Chase stopped though for just a moment and took in his friends now enormous size and whispered “Batman still sucks, but Titania Girl that’s one bad bitch.”