Michelle sipped her hot coffee when her phone beeped with a new e-mail. An online bookstore congratulated her on her thirty-second birthday, offering her a twenty percent discount on any purchases for the day.
She sneered and clicked the option to opt out of their distribution list, a process she carefully followed with every single source of spam in her inbox. With no family left and having been careful not to discuss her age at work, the only other being in the world who would remember the date would have been her ex, and the hearing to finally settle their divorce earlier in the week had been proof enough that they were not on speaking terms.
Her bedroom door groaned, reminding her that she was not alone. The man, a guy she had crossed paths with at the gym on several occasions, looked a bit startled as he stepped out of the room, his shirt still unbuttoned.
“I overslept,” he justified himself.
“You did,” Michelle acknowledged. Shen then remembered to offer him a smile.
“Yesterday was good,” he said.
She arched her eyebrows before replying.
“It was okayish…” she said. Suppressing a chuckle at his sudden dismay, she added: “Still above the threshold. Next time, you’ll do better.”
“Next time?” he said, suddenly looking hopeful.
“I’ll call you when I’m horny. If that’s OK with you?” she asked.
She had no doubts it would be OK. She had not had any trouble getting men ever since a late growth spurt had given her unnatural tits on an already quite stereotypical Barbie aspect.
She did not think that he was in college, but he was probably ten years her junior. And still, she knew that the man… or the boy, big and strong as he was and she liked, would rush with just an SMS from her. They all did. Except for that damned bastard Aaron.
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The security guard was new. Michelle was sure of that. She knew every single man in Southdale's Central Hospital and was convinced that she had never seen the guy before. He was too cute for her to have missed him. He did not behave any differently than any of the other men she knew, though. Eventually, after checking her ID badge, he ended up shooting a glance at her impressive cleavage. Michelle did not mind. How could she, when she had strategically left a button of her blouse unfastened, precisely to get that type of reaction?
Josh was waiting for her. She shot her one of her naughty smiles, but his coworker did not seem to be receptive at that particular moment. This made her like him even more. She found the fact that he seemed to be immune to her charms strangely arousing.
"There is something for you," he announced.
"For me?" Michelle replied, surprised.
"Yep. The package comes specifically to your attention," he said.
She was surprised. She managed a section of the lab, but stuff always came to the attention of the hospital, not hers.
"It's getting hot," Josh finally added.
Michelle did not even have the time to take off her jacket and purse as she walked hurriedly past shelves and tables, reaching the mysterious package. There was nothing too weird about it besides the fact that it had been sent directly to her. Wrapped in a corrugated carton, the parcel was about the size of a shoebox, and its label contained the typical barcode and logistic information. It was not until she got closer that she realized the box was "sweating."
"Why didn't you put it on the fridge?" she asked.
"The delivery guy insisted on the fact that no one should touch it until you arrived," Josh replied.
Weird. Michelle was an action-oriented woman, so she did not waste her time grabbing a cutter and slicing the tape that kept the packaging together. She managed to see that the sender was a mysterious company named Zenith with a generic address in the Carslon Tower. Without any clue about who that could be, she opened the box and peeked inside, only to find what looked like a coffee thermos.
"What the fuck?" she muttered.
Josh seemed to be as surprised as she was. Of course, this looked like nothing more than a practical joke, but Michelle could not think of who could be playing it on her. It was not that she had a short supply of friends and recent lovers, but none of them seemed to be the type that would go for this type of prank. She was certainly not expecting any birthday presents.
Expecting nothing more than coffee, Michelle reached into the box and grabbed the thermos, feeling its warmth. She then opened the cap to smell its contents. She never had the chance. Before she could stoop to sniff through the opening, the weirdest thing happened.
Almost as if they had been a genie caught in the bottle, the contents of the thermos burst out of it, falling all over Michelle, drenching her in a warm and sticky goo.
"What the fuck is this?" she asked, pretty upset.
When she found out who was playing this joke on her, she would have a word or two with him.
The weirdness was not over, though. Michelle was already considering going back home to get changed when the goo mysteriously evaporated into a white mist, leaving her as dry as when she had arrived.
"What the fuck?" she repeated.
It turned out she was not done with the surprises. Not an instant after the goo dissipated, Michelle felt an intense warmth spreading around her. It grew from her lower stomach or, more precisely, from her womanhood. But it quickly reached every point of her voluptuous anatomy, sending her into a state of bliss she had not experienced for a while.
She could not prevent letting out a moan of delight before turning and realizing that the awe was barely starting. Josh's eyes were wide open as he stared at her with wonderment. She could immediately understand why. Because, after all, the top of his head could barely make it to the height of her heavy breasts.
Michelle's jaw dropped, quickly understanding what was wrong with it all. Josh was not a short man. She had never asked him for his height, but she guessed he was over six feet tall. Despite wearing high heels, the proportions made no sense when one considered that Michelle "normally" stood five foot and three inches.
"Michelle… what is… going on with you?" Josh asked.
"I… I… I've grown?" she ventured. Then, she saw Josh getting shorter and shorter relative to her, his expression now hidden beyond her overdeveloped chest. Michelle then looked up and saw the ceiling and the lamps slowly getting closer. It was mind-blowing, but it also forced her to correct herself: "I’m growing!”
“Oh my God!” Josh’s voice came, now from somewhere closer to her waist.
Michelle crouched, now getting face-to-face with her colleague while sitting on her haunches.
“Oh my goodness, Josh. You are so small!” she said. She sounded more excited than scared, even if the situation was as freakish as it got.
Despite the weirdness of it all, Josh could not prevent shooting a glance at her exposed cleavage, now impressive at a new scale. Michelle could not help but let a loud laugh out. It made Josh both feel embarrassed and very uncomfortable.
She was about to say something when her head kept rising, her chin now reaching higher than Josh’s head even though she was crouching.
“You are getting really, really small,” she observed with curiosity.
The warmth inside her kept fueling the process, making her body expand at a steady and seemingly unstoppable pace. It was at this time that Michelle realized that her clothes were growing with her. There was no tightness, no shredding, no discomfort… her two-piece business attire was expanding just as much as her. If anything, it was convenient.
Josh remained unmoving in front of her. Feeling somehow challenged by her words, he replied:
“I’m not getting small! You are getting very big!”
Of course, he was right. And the proof was that her head was getting closer to the ceiling again.
“It’s true….” Michelle replied. “Maybe I should be getting out of here before I get too big?” she then suggested.
Josh did not know what to reply, so he simply nodded.
“Would you care to lead the way?” Michelle asked.
Josh did not waste any time in turning and running towards the door.
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch up!” Michelle joked as she observed her coworker taking the chance that she had given him to get away from the grotesque situation they were living.
Feeling still strangely positive about it all, Michelle got to her hands and knees and started crawling towards the door. She had to push a couple of tables out of the way, but she found that this was no issue at all. After all, the growth seemed to have come with a similar surge in strength. Thankfully, the access door to the medical supplies area was still wide enough for her to move through. With the warmth still acting inside her, Michelle knew that this might not be the case for long, so she made her mind up and pushed it, ripping it from its hinges and making enough room for her to wriggle out of where she was.
As soon as her head and torso had made it through the opening, Michelle found her first challenge. It was no other than the new security guard, who was standing in her way, looking incredibly awestruck. She was impressed by the sight. She must have done quite a bit of growing in the short while since Josh had fled since the guard right ahead of her looked quite smaller than her colleague had. If Michelle had to guess, she would have sworn that he was not even a couple of feet tall!
“Would you mind stepping out of the way?” she asked nicely. “I have kind of a full backside, and I would hate to get stuck, you know?”
The guard was clearly hesitating, but some stupid sense of duty inside him seemed to be moving him to stand his ground.
“Miss…” he started. He did not seem to be able to utter any more words.
Michelle could understand his shock, up to some point. When she felt her hips starting to push against the doorframe, she knew that she had no time to waste.
“Sorry, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she said.
He looked at her, questioning. He got his answer right away when Michelle placed her oversized hand on his chest and shoved him, sending him sliding fifty feet down the long corridor.
She now had some more room to move, and she did not waste any time in advancing on her hands and knees while the warmth indicated that whatever it was that was making her grow was still active. The corridor seemed to shrink around her as she made her way to the opening on the other side, which she knew would lead her to the main lobby.
She was about to get to her waypoint when she was met by the same challenge once again, the security guard now looking even smaller as he stood in her way, looking bruised.
“Do yourself a favor and get out of my way,” Michelle said. He was starting to become annoying.
She quickly moved from annoyed to plainly pissed when the man reached for his gun and unholstered it. Michelle did not give him the time to raise it to aim at her. In a quick move, she reached out and grabbed the man by the side, fingers as thick as telephone poles wrapping around the man’s torso, not letting him move.
“You really are irritating!” she said. And with that, she tossed him to the side, into one of the storage rooms that flanked the corridor. She did not bother to control her newfound strength, and when the man crashed with something on the far side of the room with a loud thud, there was no sound following up.
Michelle quickly forgot about the bothersome guard and crawled the last few feet to her destination. She pushed the door open gently and started moving through it. She was met by an instant cacophony of screams as the dozens of people going about their business in the lobby noticed her humongous form and reacted in panic.
“And I thought I was hot!” Michelle joked. If she did not bring some levity into the situation, who would do it?
The space in front of her cleared right away, so she did not have any trouble moving past the door and kneeling in the lobby. She looked up to see that the ceiling was very high at this point in the hospital, high enough for her to stand up. She did, making the screams intensify as her jaw dropped in awe.
She had known that she was getting big back in the corridor. But she had not imagined that she had got SO massive. Standing for the first time since the whole process had started, Michelle could easily see that even the tallest people around her would have some trouble reaching as high as her knees.
“Oh my God!” she said, taking a step to the front and making the ground shake as her spiked heel cracked the tiled floor.
She remained in place, hands on her shapely hips as she observed the sheer commotion around her. Most of what she could see of the people were the tops of their heads as they ran around like mice, quite obviously scared of her towering form. Towering and still growing, as the ever-present warmth indicated.
“This is… kind of weird,” Michelle said to no one in particular. “Does anyone have a clue of what may be going on?” she then asked, without being too optimistic about the answer.
It soon became obvious that she could not expect too much help from those around her. If anything, they seemed to be doing a good job of getting out of the building and as far away from her as they could. Michelle realized that she had kept growing during the process, and what this implied for her intention to leave the building and get some more room to expand unrestrained. Unless she hurried, there would be no way to fit through the main door.
OK, it was time to crawl out and face the world. Also, to get some fresh air. Her plans were wasted when the warmth originating in her womanhood intensified, causing her to moan in pleasure. Michelle could feel her skin stretching much faster than what she had gotten used to as the floor got farther and farther away. She got momentarily scared but managed to regain control quickly enough to think about what to do. She never had the chance to make any plans, though. Her thinking was interrupted when her head hit the ceiling and then broke through it as if it had been made of crackers. By the time the warmth went back to the usual intensity, Michelle’s head was taking a big chunk of a meeting room on the next floor. She found herself looking sheepishly at a dozen people dressed as physicians that had been sitting around a table her scalp had overturned. To say that they were shocked would have been the understatement of the year.
“I don’t suppose you’ll have an explanation for this, do you?” Michelle asked.
The doctors reacted in a more contained way than most of the people she had found so far, but they were still far from being helpful. Michelle observed them with a mix of panic and curiosity. Then, her head hit the ceiling of the new floor, and she realized something: there was only one way out for her now.
“OK, guys?” she asked. “I’d probably step out of the room if I were you, try to find some way out of the building. There’s more of me coming!”
Michelle’s head had already burst into the next floor when her remarkable chest started pushing the ground under the little men still under her sight. Fueled by the growth, Michelle’s monstrous tits, already unnatural before her growth, were becoming merciless wrecking balls, their deceiving softness making short work of anything they found on their way. This included the floor, a few chairs, and those who had not been quick to follow her advice.
Michelle still had no idea about what was going on with her. She knew two things, though: it did not look as if it would stop anytime soon, and she felt an intense pleasure as her body expanded. In a way, it was like being in ever-lasting foreplay, with every inch of her body being stimulated at once. With that in mind, she decided that the only thing to do was let go and enjoy the ride.
As soon as her head was in the next room, it became clear that no one would join her willingly in her moment of fun. Her eyes were looking straight at the couple dozen people sitting in what looked like a waiting room. It barely took them a second to burst into a panicked reaction. This time, Michelle did not address them. She simply looked at them in awe, sizing them to conclude that they barely looked like action figures.
Her scalp broke through yet another floor without further word from the giant. She had already gotten to the point where her head could not fit into a single floor. The next room her eyes laid on was empty. It looked like an office. And so did the next one.
By the next time her sight set on people again, their relative sizes had diminished further to the point where they barely looked taller than her eyes!
“Oh my God!” the giantess said again, her powerful but still luscious voice booming across the entire building.
She barely had time to observe them, the deceivingly slow expansion process now taking her through floor after floor of the hospital at an amazing rate. Michelle had already accepted a few floors ago that there was only one way out of the hospital now. She was vaguely conscious that her expansion was not free of consequences when it came to victims, but she found that she could hardly care about it. The physical pleasure and the overall wonderment of what was happening to her were too strong to let her focus on the collateral damage of the experience.
Twenty stories below, Michelle’s high-heeled shoes were casting a threatening presence of their own to the streams of people that had managed to make it all the way down to the ground floor and now faced the giant’s expanding feet in their way to the safety they expected to find in the street. A few brave souls dashed their way through the space under the heel’s arch, using Michelle’s current scale to their advantage to find a way to their intended destination.
Encouraged by the feat, some more people followed, only to be crushed under a merciless sole when Michelle adjusted her stance several floors above. They were not her first victims. In any case, the giantess never noticed them. She was too enraptured by what was going on at eye level.
This was not to say that the situation between her head and toes was uneventful—quite the contrary. About halfway between those points, Michelle’s perky ass was bulldozing its way through more and more of the building, obliterating anything it met with barely an itch to the growing woman. She never noticed the scores of people running from its expanding form but would have probably laughed if she had, since the situation was certainly comical when one forgot about the reality that those being finished by her derriere were real people. A group of eleven people never knew what killed them as the elevator cabin they were riding got pinched between the giantess’ expanding butt and the shaft. They screamed like madmen as the metal groaned an instant before her expanding derriere crushed the elevator like tinfoil. She did not even realize.
A few floors higher, her remarkable chest was wreaking some havoc of its own. Widening its area of impact as she grew, Michelle’s breasts were effortlessly crushing everything they met as they broke through floor after floor. This was probably not the most interesting thing happening in that area, though. As the building weakened, some floors crumbled even before Michelle got there. In many cases, this ended up sending people falling down the rubble. It was in some of them where Michelle’s fondness for highlighting her cleavage had an unexpected side effect. Already too small relative to her, those that had the “luck” to find the floor removed from below their feet close to where the giant’s chest was growing ended up, more often than not, trapped between her two massive mounds of flesh.
The first phases of Michelle’s growth had gone quite unnoticed to anyone not inside Southdale’s Central Hospital, but the situation was quickly changing. Those in the surroundings had first been attracted by the continuous loud explosions coming from the massive building, followed by the sight of people rushing out of it through its different exits.
No one had yet been able to understand what was happening when the latest explosion was followed by what could only be described as the loudest moan anyone had ever heard. In a way, it felt as if someone had connected an adult movie to the speaker system of a Rolling Stones concert.
An instant later, the hospital building crumbled into itself. An even larger structure immediately replaced it, only it was made of flesh and fabric rather than steel and concrete. For those whom the falling debris had not hit, the sight of a woman the size of a highrise was mind-blowing. For some of them, the awe was fatal when Michelle’s ever-expanding feet broke through the rubble and trampled them.
Some thirty stories above them, the giant remained unaware of the grim consequences of her exponential height increase. If anything, she was grateful to be breathing fresh air again after a sudden rise in the warmth’s intensity had sent her through another accelerated spurt that had made short work of the remainders of the hospital and sent her through its roof. While she still did not understand what was going on, the sensation of being unrestrained for the first time since the growth had started was a good one.
Michelle opened her eyes to look at the world. She did not get the chance to focus. A twenty-five-story building suddenly crumbling on itself generates quite a lot of dust, and the column had easily reached her nostrils. The growing woman immediately realized what was going to happen. She moved her right hand under her nose to try and prevent it, but it was to no avail. A second later, the loudest sneeze the world had ever heard filled the area around the former location of Southdale’s Central Hospital, the wavefront even shattering the windows of some nearby buildings.
This was far from the worst effect, though. Those at street level were instantly hit by the Category 5 hurricane that had been unleashed by Michelle’s lungs. She unwillingly cleared the street ahead of her. She barely noticed.
“Oh, fuck!” the giantess said out loud in a voice that could be heard for blocks.
Feeling somewhat sheepish, she finally managed to open her eyes and focus. Her jaw dropped. She was not simply big. She was huge! She was beyond huge! Enormous!
The ground looked incredibly far away, almost as if she were looking at it from the rooftop of a skyscraper, even if she could perfectly see her feet firmly planted on the street. A street with no people immediately around, taken care of by her accidental sneeze. It was still easy enough to find some confused pedestrians in the vicinity. They were so ridiculously tiny! From Michelle’s vantage point of view, they did not even look the size of bugs!
“Oh my God! I’m massive!” she said. There was more pride and curiosity than concern in her voice.
Eager to understand her colossal scale better, the giantess scanned her surroundings with anticipation. It became immediately apparent that no building in her immediate vicinity could even come close to matching the astonishing height of her chest. Some of the mightiest skyscrapers in Southdale's skyline might be able to beat her colossal stature, but she was towering over the neighborhood with ease.
A strange sense of pride swelled within her, though tinged with a touch of regret. She knew she wouldn't have to venture far into the city to find structures that dwarfed her. Frowning, she cast her gaze back toward Downtown and the buildings that would still challenge her. Something about the view seemed different, and then it struck her: she was still growing!
Michelle's feet continued to expand, greedily claiming more and more of the road as her head ascended higher into the early morning sky. In search of a reference point, she fixed her gaze on Southdale's First Bank building, a near replica of the gone hospital and easily identifiable by its gleaming golden exterior.
A surge of pride coursed through her when she realized that the bank's headquarters could barely reach the height of her narrow waist. Further comparisons weren't necessary. Michelle remained fixated on the same building. A shiver of excitement raced down her spine as the roof descended, first below her hips, then barely to the level of her crotch, and finally, just reaching mid-thigh!
"This is absolutely insane!" Michelle exclaimed for the entire neighborhood to hear.
A weird grin adorned the lips of the growing woman as she observed the diminishing building. Then, just as abruptly as the entire phenomenon had begun, the comforting warmth dissipated. It was akin to the come-down after an intense session of sex. Having grown accustomed to the continuous sensation of growth, it felt strange to be suddenly deprived of it. But there was no time to dwell on that disappointment. A simple glance downward reignited her spirits, albeit for different reasons.
Next to her right knee, Southdale's First Bank building struggled to peak just above it, confirming what she already knew: she was massive!
Further below, the city's population scattered around her high-heeled shoes, appearing no larger than insects. It had been quite some time since Michelle had visited the observation deck at the top of the Carlson Tower, yet the city and its inhabitants resembled the view from its observation deck. The only difference, of course, was that she stood firmly on the ground rather than atop the famous skyscraper's 75-story-high rooftop.
In fact, at this moment, her feet were both on the ground, though they were also covered by the rubble of what had once been a 20-story-high hospital.
"Could you make some room?" she boomed from above as she raised her right foot, liberating it from the debris of the toppled highrise, bringing it as high as the First Bank's roof.
The mite-sized people below reacted in panic to her casual movement. Michelle soon realized she had miscalculated her action. First, freeing her shoe from the mound of the rubble of the hospital had unintentionally sent some debris flying over the crowd. While the remnants felt inconsequential to her, they transformed into deadly projectiles for the much smaller population.
The second problem emerged shortly afterward. As soon as she released her right foot from the mountain of debris, Michelle realized that there wasn't enough space to set it down. Or, to be more precise, there wasn't enough space free of people.
“Please, could you… clear the road or something?”
Michelle held her foot high for a few seconds, hoping that those in the mob would understand the danger it represented and move out of the way. Instead, heightened nervousness caused people to collide with one another, forming a frantic pile right beneath the sole of her Manolos.
“Oh, damn it!” Michelle protested aloud, her voice doing little to alleviate the panic at her feet.
She reached a point where she couldn't keep her foot in the air any longer, forcing her to make a decision. The sensible thing was to return to her original resting position and step back where the hospital once stood. As she started moving back, she realized that she was too invested in the step already… any further back and she would lose her balance.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed as she decided that staying on her feet was the least of two evils.
With that, her shoe mercilessly descended onto the road, crushing countless lives under its massive sole and sending shockwaves through the surroundings.
Michelle was about to offer some explanation to the crowd when something else demanded her attention. Having just set her foot down and placed her colossal weight upon it, the platform of her Manolos wreaked havoc, flattening numerous people and three abandoned cars. Comparatively small, even at her colossal scale, the high heel initially caused no harm. However, as she shifted her full weight onto the back of her foot, the situation changed.
Completely unprepared to withstand the tremendous pressure exerted by her astronomical weight on the relatively small surface of her high heel, the road surrendered without resistance, allowing the four-inch spike, now spanning the height of a five-story building, to plunge into the ground.
Michelle had already begun shifting her weight away from her left foot, preparing to free it from the rubble as well, when she was caught utterly off guard by the abrupt change in her balance. The giant woman struggled in vain, attempting to compensate for her position with her arms. But it was futile. Before long, the titanness started to fall backward inexorably.
“Oh, damn it!” she exclaimed as her round skirt-clad rear end plummeted toward the city like a doomsday meteorite.
The impact was nothing short of brutal. An entire block of highrises crumbled beneath the weight of her behind as if they were mere sandcastles. They were the first victim of her fall, but they wouldn't be the only ones. Her arms and legs acted like wrecking balls, smashing through glass and concrete like crackers, reducing the entire area from the former hospital site to the spot two blocks away, where her ass had landed, to rubble.
Yet, the aftermath was even more devastating. A magnitude six earthquake, originating in Michelle's hard buttocks, rocked the city in her immediate vicinity. It shattered windows, cracked building facades, and sent tremors rippling outward. A building to her left succumbed to the seismic upheaval, collapsing in on itself. Car alarms within a twenty-block radius blared, filling the sudden silence created by the thousands of people who had lost their footing all at once.
"Damn it!" Michelle muttered, now seated at the epicenter of her own ground zero, her gaze shifting sheepishly over the shaken surroundings.
Deep within, the giantess knew that there had likely been thousands of people in the buildings that ended up crushed beneath her otherwise magnificent behind. It was challenging to feel remorseful in the midst of such a surreal scenario. If anything, she felt like a giant klutz.
"So much for those!" she exclaimed, kicking off her shoes without much regard. Her black Manolos unintentionally crashed through a smaller apartment building in the process, bringing it down just the same. "Damn it!" she repeated.
Michelle drew in a deep breath and surveyed her surroundings in disbelief. She was undoubtedly shocked, though not nearly as much as the tiny people around her. She was about to address them when a tickling sensation on her chest diverted her attention.
As Michelle gazed downward, she noticed that her once-elegant gray suit jacket had succumbed to a layer of dust. She nonchalantly brushed herself off, but her casual action led to a startling discovery: a chorus of tiny, squeaky screams echoed around her. She barely had time to look down before two green figures, in the same color as physician clothes, were launched from her chest, soaring over two demolished city blocks and landing in various locations. Michelle didn't dwell on the fate of these minuscule beings for long, as the rubble she had unwittingly dislodged from her chest caused a minor (in her scale) commotion among the crowd, with concrete chunks plummeting like missiles into their midst.
"Oops! My bad!" she exclaimed, her tone marked by sheepishness.
However, her words and demeanor carried an unexpected lightness, far from the shock one might expect from someone who had inadvertently caused so much harm. The absurdity of the situation made it challenging for Michelle to react with anything more than surprise and mild amusement.
More intrigued than appalled, Michelle scanned her surroundings, attempting to find more references in this new world. Unfortunately, there weren't many, with most of them having been crushed beneath her bubbly rear.
She didn't need to strain her vision too much to locate valid comparisons. The boundaries of her self-made catastrophe weren't too far away, and it was relatively easy to spot the dense crowds of tiny specks scurrying amidst diminutive abandoned vehicles and surreal buildings lining the roads like furniture. A few steps forward could provide her with valuable insights into her new surreal self. And indeed, she realized that she was eager to learn more.
Pressing down, the colossal Michelle felt the rubble turning into fine dust and watched the road yield under the astronomical force of her palms. Folding her legs, she commenced her ascent to full height.
Whoa!
As her vantage soared back to impossible heights, she marveled at the accelerated shrinking of the world below.
"I'm so fucking huge!" she purred, her eyes taking in the world from her elevated Carlson Tower-esque position. From this lofty perspective, the sheer scale of her transformation became even more apparent, with the surviving buildings struggling to reach past her knees.
Thoughts of her new proportions swirled in her mind. She couldn't help but realize that she had become a living skyscraper, a concept that oddly excited her.
Thousands of questions raced through Michelle’s head. She reached the hurried and somewhat unfounded conclusion that most of the answers lay within the crowd below, so without hesitation, the newly transformed titaness turned and took her first step in their direction.
The asphalt buckled under the enormous soles of her now bare feet, cracks radiating from them like intricate spiderwebs as she placed her immense weight upon them. Unlike her prior experience with spiked shoes, the road managed to withstand her, although the sensation was akin to walking on wet beach sand. A new step and she marveled at how noticeable the small quakes she produced were to the world below, abandoned cars bouncing and nearby buildings shaking like leaves.
Two steps later, she realized she had clearly misjudged the distance to the crowd, as she had already cut it by half. And she hadn't even been making an effort! This realization sent a peculiar sensation down her spine. Moving under the scorching summer sun had an unexpected effect, though. Her bosom, which had already been perspiring, was now very sweaty.
"Too much for this," Michelle remarked, carefully removing her jacket. She liked looking both elegant and sexy in the air-conditioned lab, but the fashionable piece of garment was ill-suited for a stroll on a hot morning.
Once she was out of her clothing, the young woman neatly folded it. Without hangers or drawers in sight, she crouched down and placed it carefully by the road, convinced that no one would dare touch it. Where would they put it, anyway?
Rolling up her sleeves, Michelle also unfastened yet another button of her blouse, allowing her black bra to peek through the silky white fabric, accentuating her ample bosom even more. This adjustment also facilitated a better flow of the light breeze through the channel of her cleavage, cooling her chest.
“Thought I would make myself a little more down to Earth," she joked to no one in particular, attempting to bring some levity to the situation. "Hope it's not too slutty for you!" she then added with a playful giggle. If anyone appreciated her attempt at humor, it was not apparent.
With a curvaceous figure and an impressive physique, Michelle's body would only have gone unnoticed if she had dressed conservatively, and this was far from her choice. She had long found it possible to be professional and still feel sexy, owning a collection of well-fitted skirts and snug blouses that accentuated her assets while highlighting her slim waist and toned legs. Colleagues at Southdale's Central had come to appreciate her style, and Michelle had embraced the attention that came with it.
This brought her mind to one particular colleague who had, so far, resisted her charms.
"Josh, are you there?" she asked, facing the crowd.
Her younger colleague was as reserved as he was handsome and had, thus far, successfully maintained his distance despite her not-so-subtle advances.
"I hope you didn't end up under my ass!" she then let out. Her wishes were genuine, even if her lack of concern for the hundreds who had met that fate was somewhat unsettling.
Now free from her jacket, Michelle took another step, drawing her towering form closer to the crowd, who had barely managed to put more distance between themselves and her.
Four more steps, with the four subsequent craters, and she stood over the stragglers in the crowd, her toes looming dangerously close to them. Some of the diminutive individuals had lost their balance due to the quakes caused by her stroll, ending up on the ground just in front of her freshly manicured toenails. Any new step from the giantess would result in a small massacre. Fortunately for the mob, Michelle came to a halt, placing her hands on her narrow waist and bending slightly to peer at the group over her prominent chest.
"Aren't you tiny?" she quipped, sounding way more cheerful than a woman who had had her life altered in such a massive way, killing thousands in the process, should.
Indeed, they were. From her vantage point, the best comparison the gorgeous lab technician could make was with ants. How huge did that make her?
The crowd at her feet was reacting with utter panic, scattering around like a shaken soda can. Michelle disregarded their response and crouched, sitting on her haunches to bring herself closer to the people.
"Everything's so damn small," she muttered, her excitement strangely evident.
She appeared to be the only one in high spirits, but she could hardly blame the little people for their attitude. It was challenging to fathom the situation, but she imagined she would be completely freaked out if a woman the size of a skyscraper loomed over her. The fact that she wasn't alarmed at being the woman in question said a lot about her attitude since her growth.
Her right hand left its resting position on her knee and reached into the crowd. Fingers the size of telephone poles unfolded as she got ready for the catch. Panic came up a couple more notches in the area immediately under her palm’s shadow.
Michelle’s fingers then found their target, which, different from what the crowd had feared, was one of the abandoned vehicles that littered the road and made their escape even harder. She pinched the burgundy SUV with care, but the metal still buckled as she tried to get a good compromise between plucking the thing from the ground and crushing it beyond recognition.
A moment later, her car-holding fingers were in front of her curious green eyes, open wide as they marveled at the tininess and the detail of it all. The little Hot Wheels was barely longer than an inch, maybe an inch and a half. An inch and a half! God! Her nipples pushed against the tight embrace of her lace bra as the excitement took over.
"Thought I was gonna pick you up?" she mocked the panicked crowd. Somehow, she felt that this was the way to address them, especially considering their erratic behavior.
There was no way to derive an answer from the cacophony that came from the road, but she didn’t care. Chuckling, she just dropped the bomb.
"In a moment," she let out, enjoying the pandemonium her three simple words had unleashed. "I’m just taking a look at your toys first.”
She truly was. Ignoring the crowd's commotion, Michelle couldn't help but find the SUV she held in her colossal fingers utterly fascinating. While she couldn't claim to be an expert, she was fairly certain that the car she had picked up was on the large side. And now, it rested delicately between her colossal digits.
"I guess the days of riding one of these are over for me," she mused, unconsciously assuming that her new condition was permanent and strangely not panicked about the conclusion. "It's just me and my good ol' legs from now on!” she continued quipping.
With a playful grin, the giantess gently placed the badly dented car on the ground beside her right foot, marveling at how it was dwarfed by it, and turned her attention back to the crowd. It was time to do what she had set to do the moment she had started after the mob. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. She wondered whether they could hear its heavy pounding from the ground.
"I've given you all a bit of time to get used to me," she purred, her words heightening the commotion in the swarm below. "You know, I'd normally ask for permission or volunteers for what I have in mind... but it does seem a bit pointless, doesn't it?"
Her right hand reached toward the crowd once again, two fingers playfully wiggling as they approached their target. The sea was teeming with fish, offering the giantess plenty of options. She finally made her choice and gently pinched a man in a suit.
"Oh, no!" the giantess exclaimed in dismay as she felt the unfortunate man's body yield under her fingertips and squish. Her gruesome homicide did not go unnoticed by the rest of the crowd, as indicated by some high-pitched screams and a fresh wave of panic. Frowning, Michelle tried to justify herself: "I didn't mean to do that! You're just so incredibly fragile!"
Her remorse was genuine, even if she was more upset about her own clumsiness than the tragic outcome it had caused. The crowd continued with its reaction, which at some point felt somewhat over the top. She felt judged, which, in turn, pissed her off. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on her next move.
"I'll be more careful this time," she announced, sending shivers of fear through the crowd below. In her mind, a new attempt was the logical thing to do. After all, her previous failure had barely registered as a misstep, not a fatal tragedy. “It would help if… you know… you were a bit more still,” she added in a matter-of-fact tone.
Ignoring their terror, she extended her fingers once again, aiming for a small group that had broken away from the rest. Her two fingers gently encircled the targeted trio, carefully grasping them by their sides. This time, Michelle was extra cautious with the pressure she applied, ensuring she found the right balance between increasing her body count and letting the group drop as she lifted them.
With a sense of accomplishment, she raised the three tiny individuals to her eyes, her heart beating with excitement as she watched their diminutive forms wriggling and kicking.
"I did it!" she congratulated herself with a triumphant smile. "See?" she playfully remarked to the three squirming forms, as if they had doubted her ability.
Without another word, the giant Michelle set the three tiny people on her left palm, which she had cupped for extra safety. Their feet tickled her thick skin as she allowed them to slide down, and the trio landed on their butts since the surface was more uneven than it appeared from her perspective.
Wow! Just wow! They looked even tinier against the vast backdrop of her palm, making her wonder how many more teeny individuals she could hold without packing them too tightly.
Tired of her crouching position, the titaness straightened back to her full height. What felt like a simple act of standing up resembled a space shuttle liftoff to the three people on her palm; their faces instantly turned green. Michelle had been watching them closely during the process and couldn't help but laugh.
"You're on the puny side, you know?" she teased. "Anyway, chill! The weather's nicer up here!"
Despite her light-hearted attempt at humor, no one in the crowd seemed to appreciate it, even less the unlucky bastards on her palm. It was quite surprising that Michelle could maintain such lightness, considering she was going through an extraordinary and life-altering experience. Unbeknownst to her and the world, her attitude wasn't merely coincidental but a result of her subconscious mind selectively filtering her emotions.
Michelle had always been the type of person who saw the glass as half full, and she had no problem going with the flow. These qualities were now shining through, keeping her fear and anxiety at bay during this surreal situation.
The giantess waited until the trio on her palm was a bit more settled. She then announced in a welcoming tone, "I'm Michelle."
From up close, her warm breath ruffled the people's hair, the casual action spooking the two women and the man even more. She could only love the effect, surreal as it was.
"Let us go!" the man, who appeared quite self-important, finally yelled.
His voice was feeble and squeaky, but Michelle could still understand his words, making her smile with satisfaction. She had not known what to expect – it was not as if she had been handed a handbook on being a giantess – but the fact that she could communicate with the tiny humans felt like it would make things easier and her experience more enjoyable.
Eager to continue the conversation, Michelle replied to the man’s remark.
"We just met," she observed with a knowing smile, unconsciously taking the upper hand, not unlike what she did on dates where the man fell under the spell of her beauty right from the start.
"You captured us against our will!" the red-faced man protested, gaining nods of agreement from the two women.
Oh, she loved where this was going. Michelle’s appearance and easygoing attitude had confused more than one person ever since nature blessed her with centerfold looks, but she was far from stupid and thoroughly enjoyed any chance to engage in witty banter. With her confidence soaring, she was more inclined than ever to engage in that type of conversation.
"Yeah, that's another way of putting it," Michelle replied with a smirk.
"You can't do this!" the man continued to complain.
This was just too good!
"I very obviously can," Michelle shrugged off his question. "Now, we can keep trying to fight the obvious, or we can have a more... productive... chat," she suggested.
“Please, don’t hurt us!” one of the two women said in a high-pitched tone.
One more for the chat! The more the merrier, of course! Michelle turned her window-sized eyes toward the little female, shrugged, and replied:
“I’ll try,” she let out, perfectly aware of the type of reaction she would get.
“You’ll try?” the man came back. She had to admit that he was getting on her nerves.
“Have you seen how puny you are?” she asked, surprised that he did not understand. “It’s not that easy to keep you in one piece,” she added, what had happened with the first man she had tried to pick up lingering, even if unspoken.
“We are people! Regular people!” the third woman yelled. Her voice was lower than her comrade’s but still sounded comical to her.
“Of course you are!” Michelle acknowledged. “I’m not, though,” she added, as if that settled the dispute.
The man's voice wavered as he confronted Michelle, "Being big doesn't give you the right to treat us like this."
She definitely did not like the man. This made her response more assertive.
"You know, it kind of does," she retorted. Her words hung in the air, met with a tense silence. Unknown to her, she was not only speaking to the three tiny people but also to herself. As she went through the exchange, Michelle was starting to understand the reality of her new self. Feeling a surge of strange empowerment as she processed her own words, the giantess couldn't resist adding, "I'm the size of a damned skyscraper. You can't expect me to act as if I were not."
The second woman, seemingly more open to dialogue, ventured a question, "How did you get this big?"
Michelle diverted her attention to her, happy with the shift in tone. "Ah, that's the million-dollar question, isn't it?"
She leaned in closer. "Long story short: someone sent me some goo, I got splashed with it, and I started growing. Within a minute, I burst through the hospital's roof, and, well... here I am!"
The woman Michelle had found interesting in the trio couldn't help but inquire further, "What are you going to do?"
Michelle couldn't resist a playful remark, "Aren't we curious?" She paused, genuinely contemplating the question. "Full disclosure: I hadn't thought that far ahead. Initially, I was more interested in taking a look at you all, and figuring out how big I really was. But since you asked, I suppose I'll try to find out more about my growth. It's still quite the mystery, but the goo did come with a sender's address, so I guess that's as good a place to start as any."
The woman pressed on, "Where did it come from?"
With a nonchalant shrug, Michelle answered, "Carlson Tower."
The ever-annoying man came back to the conversation, exclaiming, "You can't go there!"
God, he was annoying! Michelle couldn't help but frown and let out a sigh. "Really?" she retorted with sarcasm. "It doesn't look like such a long stroll," she added, rolling her eyes. She had taken to teasing him in her responses, which in turn was accelerating her adaptation to her new dimensions.
"But... it's in the city center... it will be full of people!" the man protested, his expression showing his frustration.
Michelle widened her eyes, pretending to be surprised.
"Yeah... I can see how that can be a problem..." she began, as if finally acknowledging the potential consequences of her gigantic size. She paused for a moment before flashing a mischievous grin and concluding, "For you little guys!" Her playful response seemed to infuriate the man even further, much to her amusement. Wasn’t it great to be able to cause that kind of response?
Surprisingly, other than being funny and revealing, the conversation had been more productive than she had initially expected. For now, Michelle had a destination and a purpose. The worst thing that could have happened to someone like her would have been to remain idle and unfocused. It would have inevitably led to doubts and confusion, something she couldn't afford so early in her transformation.
This was no longer a concern. She had a clear objective: to journey to Carlson Tower and uncover more about the mysterious growth that had changed her. It might not be the most elaborate plan in history, but it was a plan nonetheless, and it provided her with a sense of purpose that she desperately needed to keep moving forward.
"Hey, guys, lovely chat... but I have to move on!" Michelle announced abruptly.
With little warning, she crouched back down, subjecting them to a rapid descent of five hundred feet. The sudden plunge left their stomachs churning as they experienced something close to weightlessness. This time, Michelle paid less attention to their reaction and simply maneuvered her hand to a nearby rooftop. She expected to gently place them down, but her palm, in relation to their tiny forms, proved too massive, causing a tougher landing than she had anticipated. She realized something was wrong when she heard pained moans and saw one of them limping.
"Oops!" she exclaimed, bringing the same hand to her mouth. She had to admit that she was more amused than concerned at the unexpected outcome. "I guess I'll get used to your puniness eventually... I guess."
The conversation had strangely invigorated the colossal Michelle. More important, it had given her something to do. Energized and impatient, she took a step forward, then another, followed by two more... and then she abruptly halted. The scene at her feet resembled the chaos she had lived minutes earlier, with tiny people crashing into each other as they littered her path. However, this time, it frustrated her.
"Seriously, guys! I gave you like ten minutes, and this is the best you can give me? Four fucking steps?" she complained, her voice thundering.
Rather than calming the people down, her booming voice only added to their panic. The rate of collisions increased, leading to a further slowdown. A minute later, they had not even cleared enough room for her to take another stride. Michelle could hardly believe it.
"OK, let's try this," she said, making an effort to calm herself down. "I have somewhere I need to be, and I'm walking down this road. That's a fact," she announced. "I would highly advise you not to be on it when that happens. So, I'll give you a minute to get out of my way."
She returned her hands to her hips, stooping down to observe their reaction to her explicit request. She couldn't grasp how they could be so thick. Half of her ultimatum had passed, and they hadn't budged an inch. If anything, the tiny figures, formerly known as humans, appeared to be doing an even poorer job than before. Michelle was exasperated.
Tapping her foot to express her impatience turned out to be a bad idea. The mild quakes generated by her action only increased the ineffectiveness of the mob, causing a few people to lose their footing. Michelle could see that nothing seemed to be working, almost proving, at the first chance, that the annoying man she had grabbed had been right.
Her natural impatience, now magnified as much as her magnificent body, demanded immediate action. However, she couldn't find any valid alternative. There was only so much threatening she could do, and it was clearly not working. Michelle was growing increasingly frustrated.
Swallowing her pride, she decided to extend her ultimatum. Maybe she could even offer a little help?
“Look, guys! Let me offer some advice from up here: the side streets look empty enough. I’m leaving buildings alone, too. There are tons of places you can get. When it comes to me, the only thing wide enough is the avenue, and I repeat, I will be moving forward. So, let’s do this: I’ll give you a couple more minutes. Take a deep breath, find the street, alley, or portal that’s closest to you, and get there. Can you do that for me?”
It was to no avail. Rather than taking the insight from her words, the crowd at her toes had only become more spooked by her thundering voice, making the landscape even more impassable. Michelle did not count the time, but she did not need to wait two minutes to know that nothing she could say or do would result in a clear road where she could walk undisturbed.
For a moment, she considered retracing her steps and finding another route to Downtown. She discarded the idea right away when she realized that, sooner or later, every road would look just like the one ahead of her. Either she found a way to deal with crowds effectively, or she would end up stalled.
Michelle was also growing increasingly bothered by the lack of progress. She was a woman of action, and being still got under her skin.
“I’ve given them a chance,” she told herself.
In her mind, she had been more than fair. She had shared her intentions, given them some time, extended the ultimatum, and even offered some instructions. She could not be blamed if they were too thick to behave logically and kept getting in her way, could she?
From that self-perceived moral high ground, the same mechanism in the back of her head that had been working to keep her going despite her supernatural circumstances gave her the path forward.
“A little bit of fear goes a long way,” it said.
She knew what that meant. The deadly consequences of those implications stopped her for a moment. The voice was not going to be ignored, so it insisted. It reminded her that thousands had perished so that she could grow through the building or when she brought down several city blocks under her magnificent behind.
“What difference a few more are going to make?”
Unknown to her and to the crowd desperately trying to escape from her, those unspoken words had sealed her fate and the world’s. Without barely noticing, the people at her feet had stopped being individuals and had become mere abstract figures in the score of a deadly game. A game that felt more thrilling than it should and that now was unbound by any moral qualms after her little exercise of rationalization.
For the very few observing her from a safe distance, the change in the giantess’ expression heralded nothing good. With her mind made up, Michelle put on a pretended show of fairness:
“You’re not so helpful, are you?” she scolded them. “I’ll give you one last minute. Then... well... tough shit!”
After her previous attempts, she was perfectly aware of their inability to accomplish anything in sixty seconds. It still allowed her to stay on a fake higher road. For the first time since she started issuing ultimatums, Michelle actually counted down mentally.
Much as she had anticipated, by the time she was down to zero, the crowd had barely advanced a few inches from her new, distorted point of view.
"You really can't trust a bunch of tinies to do a giant woman's job!" she remarked with a wry smile, strangely satisfied that she could proceed as planned.
Without further hesitation, Michelle lifted her right foot. Her gargantuan sole cast a foreboding shadow over four abandoned cars and a group of perhaps six diminutive individuals scattered among them. She had deliberately chosen a less congested area for her first step, opting for shock over sheer numbers. As if to offer the unfortunate souls one final opportunity, the towering woman lowered her foot slowly and delicately. They weren't quick enough. Her toes made contact with the road first, causing it to buckle and crack as usual. Then, the ball of her foot transformed the first two cars into a compressed sliver of metal just before obliterating the trapped individuals into unrecognizable layers of gore. The remainder of her sole descended, flattening even more vehicles. She couldn't help but find the sensation curious – she could distinctly discern the rough buckling of the asphalt, the crunching annihilation of the cars, and the softer, spongy feeling of the human bodies as they practically disintegrated beneath her immense weight.
The road groaned beneath her as she continued to exert her colossal weight, causing the tarmac to ripple and fracture, sending deep spiderwebs chasing the remaining shocked crowd. Upon completing her step, the asphalt bore yet another colossal, yet strangely beautiful, footprint.
"Can't say I didn't warn you," Michelle whispered softly to herself. Her mind was working hard to keep rationalizing the consequences of her presence. However, she couldn't deny the intoxicating sensation it had produced.
Below, the crowd responded with a renewed surge of panic, a chaotic frenzy of pushing and pulling as they desperately tried to evade her deadly steps. The next one came swiftly after as she raised her left foot and brought it down farther along the road. While the densest part of the mob was still somewhat ahead, the closer she moved, the more tightly packed they became. This time, well over a dozen people were caught beneath her gargantuan appendage. A smaller step brought her right foot parallel to her left, and another sizable group of individuals was swallowed by her immense presence.
Arms akimbo, Michelle widened her stance into a commanding pose and peered over her breasts, casting an imperious gaze upon the panicked crowd.
“I wasn’t bluffing,” she admonished the terrified onlookers, almost as a way to reaffirm herself. Her little act of self-affirmation had cost well over thirty lives, but this seemed to be the least of her concerns.
"Now that we're all on the same page, here's your last opportunity to clear the path and make it easy on yourselves. You've got one minute to get out of my way," she declared.
At this point, Michelle's confidence in the tiny crowd's ability to create a path for her had dwindled to nearly zero. However, her latest offer wasn't about expecting them to comply. Instead, it was a declaration of her own intentions. Her recent steps had shown her that she was untroubled by the deadly consequences of her actions and that she strangely relished the newfound empowerment.
While the crowd was unlikely to view her favorably regardless of her words or actions, her statement was primarily directed at herself.
Predictably, the thousands of minuscule people cluttering the road made no headway during the next sixty seconds. Michelle wasn't in the mood to offer any further leniency.
"Tsk, tsk... It seems like you prefer to take your chances with my feet," she mused, her tone oddly upbeat given the circumstances. Deep down, she was eager to embrace this next chapter of her newfound adventure. Breaking the seal of restraint had freed her from any reservations, and now people were fair game. Her next step descended onto a denser section of the crowd, sparing almost no patches under her sensitive soles. The intoxicating feeling of power surged with each stride, her body count reaching the triple digits.
The buzzing sound of what felt like a mechanical insect abruptly interrupted her, causing her to halt two blocks later in the middle of a bustling intersection. Distracted by the hum, she didn't notice the open-top bus packed with tourists.
She mostly disregarded the heavier crunch under her foot and instead focused on the brightly colored flying object. Michelle's sight had always been perfect at 20/20, but now it was something else entirely. It allowed her to practically zoom in on the purple and yellow chopper, reading the minuscule letters on its side: "KBCV." She could only guess that they were reporting traffic when someone had told them that there was some more interesting coverage to be had on the East side.
"Look who made the news!" she chirped, amused. Michelle had always been fond of becoming the center of attention, but this was something else entirely.
Observing with curiosity, Michelle watched as the tiny aircraft attempted to position itself for a better view of her, likely broadcasting her actions to the world. She found it amusing how the pilot tried to strike a balance between obtaining a good view and staying out of her reach. Unbeknownst to the pilot, Michelle harbored no ill intentions toward them. At most, she was enticed by the idea of being filmed.
Privacy had become a distant concept since she had grown through the roof of Southdale Central. Nonetheless, the thought of being watched by not just millions but billions was an entirely new sensation. She understood that the world wouldn't only be witnessing her but also the consequences of her actions. Surprisingly, she found herself not embarrassed but rather enjoying the attention.
Strangely aware of her sexuality despite the more commanding attention her size grabbed, Michelle decided to strike a couple of poses, providing the camera with the best possible view of her signature cleavage. She then playfully called for their attention with a cute wave.
"Hey guys! Looking for me?" she cooed with a flirtatious tone that did not seem to fit her monstrous nature.
She couldn't help but chuckle when the helicopter shuddered, evidently a reaction to her words. Playing her part, she continued addressing the bright-colored insect and its occupants with a playful, faux-innocent sexiness.
"Soooo... name's Michelle, I'm thirty-two. I used to be known by my tits, but my height has recently become kind of the focus," she quipped with a silly giggle.
The pilot seemed to be doing a better job of keeping the helicopter steady now.
"A couple of things for you," she continued. "You're welcome to follow me around. I think I'll enjoy watching some home movies of the day when this is over. And maybe a word for those of you watching at home or wherever. I'm heading Downtown. If I'm around, and you'll probably notice it by the shakings, doing what I say will improve your odds of not getting squished."
Michelle, seemingly oblivious to the carnage caused by her last step before the helicopter's arrival, casually removed her foot, placing it a little farther back. Her nonchalant movement ended the lives of a dozen additional tiny individuals, but she remained unaware of their plight. Squatting down, she instilled fear into the hearts of hundreds of people who dreaded the thought that the largest derriere they had ever witnessed might come crashing down upon them. However, Michelle had different plans.
The flattened tour bus lay embedded in her perfectly formed footprint, surrounded by a few crushed cars and red splotches. Michelle reached down, her thumbnail acting like a giant spatula as she effortlessly peeled the wreckage free from the pavement. The once-mighty bus, now squashed to a paper-thin rectangle, bore little resemblance to its former self. It looked more a piece of kitchen foil than a vehicle. Michelle turned it between her colossal fingers, utterly fascinated by the horrific transformation her weight had inflicted upon it. The grim reminder of its ill-fated passengers was the red fluid seeping through the cracks, contrasting starkly with the dirty, off-white paint.
"Guess I’m the latest and greatest attraction in town, now," she whispered softly to herself, apparently unconcerned by the little massacre.
High above, the cameraman aboard the purple and yellow chopper zoomed in to capture the horrifying scene, broadcasting it to the world. Michelle's satisfied smirk, visible even from this height, sent shivers down the spines of billions of viewers.
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“You bastard! I almost died!” the young man protested as he slammed the door shut.
“I might have miscalculated the speed of the reaction,” the older man shrugged as he looked at his pretty battered colleague.
“Or you might have wanted to get rid of me!” the young man said.
“Yeah, that’s why I gave you the address to my secret hideaway,” the former occupant of the house replied coolly.
“How big did she get?”
“A bit larger than I was expecting, to be perfectly frank,” the older man pointed out.
“How much?”
The man turned and walked towards a large screen. He then typed in some commands.
“Seven hundred and fifty-six feet, it would seem!”
“For God’s sake! You made Michelle seven hundred fucking feet tall?”
“She’s fifty-six feet taller than that… I know it doesn’t look that much, but when you think of it, it’s more than the fifty-foot woman,” the older man pointed out, almost containing a smirk.
“I’m not joking, Carl!”
“Neither am I, Josh,” the older man replied. “Look, this is not an exact science.”
“How is nanotechnology not an exact science?” Josh demanded.
“We barely got started with it! Do you think a dozen guinea pigs can predict the results on a woman? Human beings are much more complex!”
“You made her eight-hundred fucking feet tall!”
“It’s not even an order of magnitude,” Carl teased.
“She was supposed to be ten times taller, Carl. You made her fifteen times taller than that... which is over three-thousand times heavier than she was supposed to be!”
“Didn’t you enjoy Janice in the City more than Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman?” Carl kept teasing, which only made Josh more upset.
“There’s no telling what she’ll do!”
“Well, we can guess... or we can watch,” Carl said.
With that, he switched stations on the massive plasma TV on the wall. Images of Michelle as it held a flattened tour bus filled the screen. A smaller window on the corner showed buildings in ruins and footprints filled with red splotches.
“This is impossible... it’s not even been an hour!”
“We chose our individual carefully, Josh. If you had accepted any of her proposals, you would have learned that even more,” Carl said, clearly implying that he had not been so restrictive.
“She might be wild... forward, provocative, but there’s a long way between that and becoming a mass murderer!”
“I agree it would have probably taken her longer. But as complex as the human body is, it’s still a biochemical machine,” Carl said arrogantly.
“What the fuck do you mean?” his younger partner in crime protested.
“An abrupt decrease of adrenaline and cortisol paired with a significant increase of dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin and boosted with shots of endorphins at the right moments can go a long way.”
“What did you do?”
“I made the best mega giantess one could hope for!”
“You’re full of shit. Mind control is not a thing!”
“I’m not controlling her mind. Look, most of what you’ll see is just pure Michelle, and you know it. I just fast-forwarded through the boring phases of accepting change.”
“What are we going to do?”
“For now, enjoying our fantasy. Once the world is terrified, get what we want.”
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