"...give me more! Give me all!"
Miss Blanc craved power. She became a principle simply as a means to have power. She had her breasts augmented for power. However, until seconds ago, she never considered the rush of dominating, towering physical might over others... over everything.
Her cruel eyes twinkled with a primal frenzy of this freshly developed desire. Joe Smith was a small, fragile thing trembling in her presence as she towered over him. Her cut and tight musculature quivered in excitement of what her amazonian body could do to him.
Joe was stunned in fear of what he unleashed in Miss Blanc. She quickly and surprisingly easily pushed her heavy desk to the side, causing Joe to stumble back. He soon found himself in the corner of the room trapped by the lithe, yet corded, feminine muscle of Miss Blanc. She peered down at him just over her breasts. Now the size of his head. Her short hair brushing the ceiling. In a panic, Joe fired the gun at Miss Blanc again and again and again. Fear completely taking over all sense and reason.
Miss Blanc's muscles responded first to whatever strange energy the growth gun was emitting. They tighten, becoming more prominent. But not nearly as much bulk was added compared to the initial blast. This wasn't the case for her breasts. Her tits already sat high on her chest and were quite spherical due to the implants. As they grew, the shape changed a little; becoming slightly more teardrop shaped. They did not sag and remained firm, though; were more pliable than her large implants allowed. They swelled beyond the size of her head to what seemed like volleyball size if she was normal-sized. In truth, they had ballooned to beyond basketball sized.
And it was her overall size that greatly increased from the additional blasts from the growth gun. Exponentially. Before Joe used the gun, Miss Blanc had him pinned to the corner of her office, standing over him. She quickly had to squat down to keep from bursting through the ceiling. Her chocolate tree trunk thighs, barricading the hapless student in the corner. Even on her knees, her body was rapidly expanding into the open space of her office. Sooner or later she was going to have to smash through the building to escape. She easily had the strength, but still had to deal with Joe and his growth gun.
Joe also realized if he didn't snap out of it and make an escape, he was going to be crushed by the giantess Miss Blanc. She was on her knees facing him. Her lusty scent filling his nostrils. But even on her knees, her powerful legs offer quite the hurdle. And her huge sinewy arms were braced on walls on either side of him, keeping him trapped. There was space between, but the space was getting smaller as Miss Blanc became larger.
Joe decided to make a dive between Miss Blanc's thigh and arm toward the exit. Perhaps Miss Blanc was lost in her own revelry enough to allow him to make the move. Joe sprang toward the office door, but was caught mid-jump by the ever-growing Miss Blanc. She moved much faster than something her size aught to.
However, the limited space she had to move, prevented her from grasping Joe. She knocked him to the ground just at the office's single exit. Miss Blanc did cause Joe to lose control of the growth gun, and it tumbled away from the office door. For a split second, Joe and Miss Blanc looked at where the growth gun landed and then at each other.
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