Oh great their watching Attack of the 50 foot woman and getting a kick out of it. You listen in as the girls speak.
"Hey Sam, could you imagine if you where a 50 foot woman," Cindy yells up to one of her friends. Sam is a 19 year old sophomore that is built like a pornstar. Her strong sexy body has curves in all the right places. She may not be as cute as Cindy but her body is second to no ones. You have seen her around school. She useally dresses in low cut v neck shirts which reveal a sea of cleavage. She was blessed by Mother Nature herself in the breast department. They where a least DD's. Her dark Italian skin was golden brown year round.
"It would be so cool to be a giant for a day," Sam told tells her friends. "I would totally fuck with people I didn't like," she added.
"Like what," Katie answered. Katie was the other brown hair bombshell. She was taller then the other two with a sleek body. Almost like a runway model.
"Well, for starters I would stomp Mr. Peters, my history professer. Everyday I catch him staring at my tits," Sam told her friends.
"Can you blame him," Cindy laughed there friggin huge".
"Ha, ha," Sam sarcasticlly laughs. "I did have this one dream about Mr. Peters shrinking in front of me...................................................
"Again I caught him staring at my chest as he looks over my shoulder. I,m seated and he is standing behind me checking my homework. He's just drooling at the idea of getting his hands on my tits. His bear like body dwarfed most of the football players on campus never mind little old me.
"Samantha I need you to stay after tody," Mr. Peters told me as he slowly bumped his semi hard penis into my back. Oh the friggin pervert. Like I would ever," the busty co-ed went on. So there I am standing by his desk at the end of class. He waits for everyone else to leave before speaking.
"Samantha, let me be blunt with you," he says as he stands out of his chair. I have to look up at him he's so tall. Your grades aren't," he paused "Well they aren't what I would consider good. I know you have that scholorship and all, and well if I fail you there's no more money for you to go to school," he said as he stepped closer to Sam.
"Oh Mr. Peters you can't fail me, Please I'll do extra assignments, study all night, please I'll do anything," I would say to him.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he says grabing my arm with his strong hand. He pulls me closer and his other hand cups my right breast.
"Mr. Peters stop," I scream but he paws at my boobs like a wild animal. But something about him seamed odd. I wasn’t afraid, I just stood there with an emotionless blanc look on my face. My big brown eyes twinkled as I store through him like an undefeated prize fighter staring at a much lesser opponent. He felt my little arm flex and tighten. His grip loosened as the once small arm began to grow and fill his grip. Something was happening he thought as I slowly started to get taller. The top of my head used to be at his chest, but now it was just below his scruffy unshaven chin. This was impossible he figured how can she be growing so fast. He stepped back as my deep brown doe eyes store directly into his. I had a devilish look on my face. My thick pink lips where tight together and my upper lip curled into a grimacing scowl. I seemed to be growing by the second. Or was he shrinking. I couldn’t help but laugh as his massive frame dwindled before me. He was such a big man before,“lets see how he acts now”. His blood shot eyes store up at me in absolute horror. His face looked pale, like he had just seen a ghost. But it was something much worse then a ghost it was me, a pissed off 19 year old. Growing right before his scared little eyes. With every passing second his once large body became less threatening. His once huge barreling chest looked like the chest of a little boy. I laughed out loud as his frightened little eyes fixed on my oversized breasts. They sat at eye level to him now. Crossing my arms just under my firm chest, I amplifying their already immense size. He couldn’t help but stare in awe at their perfect roundness. They where like two cantaloupes stuffed into a small tight fitting shirt. I squeezed my arms into the side of my breasts making my cleavage spill out of the low cut neckline. The tight fitting baby tee stretched to the materials limits trying to hold in my over flowing cleavage.
Not even a minute later he had to crane his neck just to look past my massive mounds. He watched my evil stare turn into a big white smile. He couldn’t believe it, I was getting a kick out of the situation. By now I had to slightly lean over to see him as he shrunk down passed my exposed flat stomach.
“What’s the matter Mr. Peters,” I mocked him from above. “This little girl isn’t so little anymore, is she,” L asked him as he shrank below my waist line.
“Sa, S, Sam y, yo ,you, you’re a g, gi, giant,” he stuttered I continued to grow by the second.
“I wish. I’m no giant little man, take a good look around you,” I smiled wickedly. He slowly turned his head side to side seeing the whole room was gigantic. The door, the steps, the desks, every thing was enormous. "
I'm not growing, your shrinking" I told him. His little neck was sore as he store up at me. He figured he was about two feet tall now but he was still shrinking at an accelerated rate. I laugh at my gnome sized teather. He was eye to eye with my boney knee caps now. Just above his head where my powerful golden brown bare thighs. I could feel his horror as he looked up passed my tan stomach to the underside of my massive DD's.
“Well Mr. Peters your no bigger then my boot,” I said slamming my heavy right boot down next to him. The floor shook violently and he cringed in fear like a scared puppy dog that just pissed on the rug. The boot dwarfed him, he was half its size maybe a bit less. I felt like a goddess as I stood over my tiny, 12 inch teacher. He would be sorry for every awful thing he did to me in the past. All the humiliation, the stares. I put my hands on my hips and leaned over more to see him shrink below 6 inches. My once bear sized history proffesor was no bigger then the thick chunky heel on my sexy black boot. I could crush him with one tiny step. He could fit in the palm of my hand. The power I felt tingled through out my entire body. Butterflies fluttered through my veins. I had total control over him. I decide if he was to be crushed under my boot heel or if she would simply squish him in the palm of her hand like a bunch of grapes.
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