You leave the office and walk over to the train station, wondering what it'd be like to have a bunch of giant people roaming the city and wreaking havoc. Of course, you don't want to enlarge just anyone, so you hold off on firing the gun for a few minutes. Outside the station, though, you see a revelation: three teenage girls, probably about 16 or 17, who look like the perfect target. They're all very pretty with nice figures, one of them is wearing a skirt, and they look naive and bitchy enough that they won't just stand around when they become giantesses. Conceivably you could think about this some more, but why? You turn the gun to "grow" and fire it at the three of them.
You probably should have thought it through. First off, these girls weren't very far away from you to begin with, and you completely forgot to factor in the abject panic that would start almost immediately. As a result, you wind up having no idea what's going on, as people run frantically in every direction and there are six titanic feet moving around you. You had hoped to make the girls around the same size as the buildings nearby, which were about 20-30 stories apiece, but you don't even have time to check. Fearing for your own safety, you follow a crowd into a nearby building, where everyone rushes to the basement. You wind up not seeing any of what happens at all.
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The girls, on the other hand, can see pretty much everything. Initially completely thrown off by their change in size and the sheer expanse of city and suburb spreading out before then, they adjust quickly as wry smiles start coming over their faces. The tall blonde one, named Angela, looked over one of the taller buildings. She glanced back at her two friends - well, they were technically friends but they mostly just went to school together and she really couldn't wait to get out of there - and noticed that all three of them were about as tall as the buildings around them. Angela wondered if she could physically wreck a building. This was pretty neat.
Emily, with a model's physique and light brown hair, walked over to the fleeing crowd. "WAIT, HOLD ON," she said in a voice that boomed down to the ground below. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SCARED. WE'RE NOT EVIL OR ANYTHING." The crowd did not seem to take her seriously, but more than a few men in the crowd got at least temporarily distracted
"HEY GUYS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING," said Zoe, the short one, as she called out to her friends. "ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU'RE STEPPING ON?" They ignored her, as they always did. (Angela stopped to give her a dirty look, but that was about it.) Still, Zoe could tell from the footprints of smashed up cars, dents in the road and small red splotches that her two friends had been pretty careless. But if they can go around stepping on people, why couldn't she?
Angela had actually long since stopped paying attention to the ground below her. She had already noticed that she could press on a building and cause it to just collapse under her fingertips. She then formed a fist and brought it down on the roof; to her delight she bashed through about three floors. She then tried kicking, then a series of punches like it was a punching bag. Angela wasn't a particularly bitter girl, but you couldn't tell by the rage with which she tore at that building. It was 36 stories when she started, and it only took two minutes for Angela to smash it up to the point where the building just collapsed upon herself. Angela then looked at the pile of rubble and smiled. It never occurred to her that there were real people inside.
Emily somehow failed to notice Angela's shenanigans, being too fascinated with the fleeing crowd of people she had long since caught up with. She tried telling them a couple of times that she didn't mean anything bad, and she really didn't, but the crowd continued running away from her regardless. Emily, pouting, reached out to the crowd. Picking up a good fifteen or twenty people in her palm, she walked to the nearest park about three or four blocks away and laid down on her back. She lifted up her blouse a little and put the people on her stomach. She smiled at them, then laid her head back and looked up at the sky, waiting to see what her little captives decided to do.
Zoe decided she'd try to play around too, but she had limited success. A train had the poor fortune of coming into the station right as the girls became big, and Zoe thought it'd be fun to pick it up from one end and swing it around a little like a rope. The train, however, didn't cooperate, as every time she tried to pick up the front car, it just snapped off from the other ones. It looked like the attachments between the two cars were no match for giantess Zoe. That thought, if it even occurred to her, didn't help much, as she threw aside the offending front car and tried to lift up all the cars at once, over and over. Eventually she had thrown about five or six train cars off into some building, and she was still mad. She stomped all the rest into oblivion.
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Back in the basement, you have no idea what's going on. You hear a lot of horrific stomping, and eventually a loud, awful and unceasing noise from the right that everyone instinctively knows is the sound of the next-door building crumbling. Eventually the noises subside, though, and as they become more faint and distant you realize this may be your one chance to fix things.
Of course, your diabolical nature takes over, and you start to wonder: do you really want to end this? Maybe you just need to shake things up a bit. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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