Bowers swallowed hard when Lizzy approached him, like he had to labor away a big chunk of potato stuck in his throat. Her eyes, sparkling with the gloss of jade, told Bowers nothing of the girl’s intentions. It merely radiated a mixture of disdain and hauteur. The fragrance of fear loitering below the roof of his nostrils got driven out, very briefly, by a piercing whiff of sweet-smelling perfume when Lizzy seized her approach merely one foot away from him.
He ripped his gaze away from her young curvy bosom and was surprised he actually had to course his eyes upwards to be able to look Lizzy in the eyes. The bitch had shrunk him too!
Glancing down at his inch-tall bodyguards, who for some reason kept kneeling there in a stance of praying, Bowers was worried that he would end up being that minuscule also. Luckily, his size reduction halted when his eyes met Lizzy’s cups. He gave a breath of relief, then Lizzy started to address him;

“Hey manther! You heard what I said?” Lizzy snapped. 

Bowers fluttered with his eyes before looking into her stern, but heavenly countenance. He did recall her saying something to him, but he was too transfixed by the curvy hills of her youthful bosom to record anything what was being said to him. 

“How many times?” Her voice whipped Bowers out of his train of thoughts. 

“W-where- what?” He said, stumbling over his own words. 

“That girl” —Lizzy furrowed her brows while sticking a reprimanding finger in his face—“the one you had sex with was your niece, wasn’t she?” 

Bowers gulped, sweat forming on his forehead. What was this preposterous exclamation about Bet! How did this brat know?
Bowers recalled he had made accurately targeted measures to make sure this dark deed, of forcing his own underaged niece to have sex with him, would be kept in the shadows for all eternity. He had even reached out to some unscrupulous men to take out the lose ends. One of them a close relative even. 

Good old savvy Buck… Why did you choose to make a threat on me? Bowers pondered gloomly. And Bet, she’s still alive. She deserves to be. She’s a good girl. Bowers merely made sure she would not be able to speak about it in public and ‘arranged’ she was diagnosed with delusional disorder. He frankly hoped she would have a good life in the juvenile ward for psychotic treatment in Spirit Lake City. It was blissful coincidental that this specific city was shrunk down and probably destroyed by this malicious girl with her powers.
Bowers gave a loud shriek when he felt both of his arms being pulled backwards by an invisible force, roughly, tearing his tendons painfully. With his face all contorted, and groaning in agony, Bowers peeled his eyes open when he felt a hot breeze washing over his forehead. Lizzy's face filled his entire purview when he had to crane his neck, deeply, to be able to look her in the eyes. He suddenly realized she had shrunk him even further, for her upper body was keeled all over him. 

“How would you feel if someone would force you to do something against your will?” Lizzy's eyes fumed. “your own niece for god sakes!” 

Bowers could only bring out a stuttering groan while his arms were being pressed together in a direction mother nature did not cook them up for. He could not comprehend that this girl knew so much about him.
While going through this hellish pain, a small part of Bower's reptilian brain was still able to register the immaculate features of Lizzy's young face dangling above him. He was astonished by the physiological response of his own body when he felt a tent forming in his underpants. Bowers realized that his body was actually reveling in the girl's appealing face while at the same time, busy struggling to process this sheer amount of inflicted pain. 

“You disgust me!” Lizzy's voice sneered, spraying some drops of saliva to spatter upon his face. 

Bowers felt relieved when the pressure on his arms started to diminish, until he could move them freely again. 

Is she showing mercy on me? Bowers pondered. Out of impulse, Bowers covered his own face in a protective manner when Lizzy made a sudden movement. He gave a gasp of relief when she was merely standing up to her full height again. He was surprised to see she was way bigger than before. Then it clicked to him. She had shrunk him even further. He stood now eye to eye with the upperside of the toe caps of her black leathered boots. Craning his neck, Bowers could see Lizzy's twenty-five stories high figure towering above him. He noticed that she was not looking at him. She appeared to be gazing at the apache choppers still buzzing in the airspace above them. He took this opportunity of inattention to feast his eyes with the sight of her perfect curves. He ogled her whole body, shamelessly, and found it disturbing he was not able to see her ass from this point of view. Bowers knew he was failing deftly to act according to a man of his position. He could not help it though. This raven girl was just too damn fine. Everything about her was just plain perfect.
Using a hand to shade his eyes, Bowers looked up at her giant looming figure and felt insignificant. She was still so young and immature, yet appeared so powerful and all knowing at the same time. This conviction got only strengthened when he saw Lizzy pointing her index finger skywards, in a casual way, and a bright blue beam emerged from its tip, shooting skywards, obliterating one of the apache choppers in a thousand pieces when it exploded with a loud bang. 

“One down. One to go.” He heard Lizzy mumbling. 

Before the pilot of the other apache realized what was happening a bright blue beam shot also his way. His throat bursted a short scream before his life was ended in the blink of an eye. 

Bowers witnessed it all with a terrifying look upon his face. 

Was there something this girl couldn't do? He thought. He raised his hands in a protective manner when Lizzy focused her attention on him again and reached out her hand to pick him up. His scream was muffled when Lizzy's fingers wrapped themselves around his body, engulfing it completely. Her warm touch felt comfortable to Bowers, had a soothing effect even.
The scent of a minty cologne, flavored with a hint of some kind of tropical fruit, Bowers could not fit, indulged his nose.
Below this strong perfume layer Bowers also sensed a whiff of Lizzy’s bodily perspiration. It brought back some thrilling images in his mind from his time with Bet. A thrust of pleasure pumped his member to attention, rapidly. It felt good, but it gave Bowers also reason for concern, for he had this disturbing hunch this Lizzy could somehow detect his thoughts and would not be fond of his inflated member. Nothing seemed impossible with this girl, taking into account the things Bowers had seen her do earlier.
Air was leached from his lungs when Lizzy dropped him, from a relatively high point, onto the open palm of her other hand. With one of his ankles twisted, Bowers huffed in agony to stand up. He tried to regain a proper posture in a futile attempt to redeem his dignity before he wheeled to face his adversary. 

“And what adversary…” Bowers whispered after a deep gulp meandered through his throat. 

Trying to keep his footing upon the uneven surface of Lizzy's vast palm, Bowers was greeted by her villa-sized countenance, filling his entire field of vision. She was even more beautiful from so nearby, with facial features perfectly tuned to each other. Her raven hair accentuated the ice-cold glare her eyes wore while gazing at him. Bowers mustered every ounce of discipline to keep his arousal at bay.
Lizzy's sultry lips parted when she started to speak, “You cannot resist me can you?” She stated it with the sound of a rethorical question.

“I… uuh..” Bowers said, all slack-jawed. 

“Try it.” Lizzy commanded 

Lizzy's expression remained stoic when Bowers did his utmost to conjure images in his head that should lower his rousing. First, the image of his shriveled old mother-in-law in a bathing suit. Then he tried his luck imagining the picture of some hideous looking insect he once saw while wading mindlessly through the internet.
Nevertheless, his hoisting cock kept tightening his pants. Lizzy's appeal was just too strong. 

“You're a vile old lecher. You know that right?” Lizzy said. “Guess I cannot blame you. After all, I am young and hot. A bratty teen with a cocky attitude, just the way you like it, isn’t it? I might as well finish you off right now. 

“Oh my god” —­Lizzy’s head snapped backwards with laughter­— “you actually have the audacity to keep leering at me after a death threat?” 

Bowers guts were dangerously compressed when Lizzy clutched his fragile body again in a firm fist. Her hot breathe washed over his tiny head dotting above her white tightened fingers when she glared down upon him.

“Let him go!” 

Bowers heard another feminine voice stating. He was finally able to take a breather when Lizzy’s grip loosened. He saw Lizzy’s jade green eyes averting from him to glare at the person from whom this voice derives from, which was impossible for him to see from his constrained point of view. 

Lizzy gave a derisive chuckle, blasting Bowers his eardrums, before she pronounced her reply, “You never were keen with words.” 

It were the last words Bowers would ever hear, for Lizzy suddenly released her grip on him.