Belle woke up early on Monday morning and tried to dress as blandly as possible. It was difficult, as her flat stomach and narrow waist only exaggerated her generous tits, hips, and ass. She got attention from men everywhere she went. But nonetheless, she would have access to Jack’s office and could discreetly steal the prototype. She also grabbed a duffle-bag and packed it with some more flattering clothes. She packed a one-piece white cotton dress that went to about mid-thigh, and strappy white high-heeled sandals. Her toes were painted bright red. First impressions were everything, and she knew that the white could immediately invoke comparisons to her being a goddess. Red invoked a natural sense of impending radical change. She could hopefully change in Jack’s office in the seconds before activating the shrink ray. Initially, at least, she wouldn’t grow as big as she hoped. The shrink device reduced object’s size by 140x times in each dimension. If the reaction worked the other way, she would grow to about 800 feet (with normal-sized Belle being about 5’8”). Being an accountant and all, she did some quick math to calculate her potential weight. Right now, she weighed about 150 pounds, and the figure she found was about 250,000 tons, or half the weight of Trade Center One, New York and the world’s largest skyscraper (she’d googled it). But she would need to keep her wits about her. She needed to firstly be able steal the shrink ray, but also once she grew, she needed to keep it. She was unsure what the sensation of growth would be like and whether or not she would be able to keep the growth ray in her hand. Likewise, could she keep growing? Could she get the ray to fire again so she grew another 140x as tall? That would put her at about 21 miles tall. Where would the limit be? From there could she keep growing infinitely? 2800 miles next? She liked to look into a tiny’s eyes when she tortured them or their loved ones, but she also loved the idea of her delicate feet being able to crush entire states. Her soft tits coming down with crushing force. Her mind raced with these thoughts as she drove to the nuclear facility, listening to her car’s radio, but she snapped out of it when she heard a radio report:

 “In upstate New York, 14 people, including 2 state police officers, are missing. Late Saturday morning guests at the wedding called police to say that the Bride and Groom were missing after not leaving for their honeymoon trip.  When the police responded, they subsequently were not heard from again. Investigators discovered very small amounts of blood belonging to just 6 of the victims in the rented villa, but the other 8 have vanished without a trace. Anyone with information….”

Belle smirked. She’d made the news! She knew that the other 8 were dissolved in her stomach acid, turned in nutrients and now only served to accentuate her curves. She mused about whether anyone would believe her if she called to confess to her crime. Not now, but after today’s events they surely would. It reiterated the need for that if she grew too large, that she would be able to have contact with the tinies she was killing. Nothing would be hotter than talking to someone directly, tasting their fear, as they could hear and see her booming steps, her bountiful body of death approaching them.

She arrived at the facility and pulled into an employee area as the instructions had directed. As she exited her vehicle, she sighed deeply. She could almost taste it. Society had betrayed and misled her to such a degree, and now, for eternity, she would not have a worry in the world.

The door had a pinpad requiring a code to enter. Luckily for Belle, and unluckily for the rest of humanity, the instructions she had stolen from her victim had the number. She opened the door. She recognized where she was and could easily get to the late Jack’s office. As she walked down the hallway of offices, no one really noticed her. No-one was going to stop her. After all, why would they? Right now, she was a nobody. Just another bimbo rapidly approaching middle-age with a dead-end job and nothing to live for. She reached the office, and it was unlocked. It always was, as Jack had an open-door policy with employees and he himself had been in-out all day. She walked over to the desk in the middle of the room, and opened the top drawer, where Jack had told her the growth device was when she had tortured him. She found it under some papers and notebooks. It looked just like the shrink ray she had in her possession. It was show time. Quickly, she stripped off her nondescript clothing and put on the tight white dress. She always loved this one and the way it hung to her body. She slipped on her high-heel sandals. She briefly held the device in her hand, but before firing it, gave the office a once-around, realizing this would probably be the last time she was ever confined to such a thing as a building. She held her duffle bag, containing the shrink ray and her phone in her left hand (hoping these would grow to give her more personalized contact with the tinies- after all, even she knew she loved her power trips), and the growth ray in her right. Seconds later she fired the gun at herself and saw a familiar flash of white light……