The party-goers on the beach paused collectively in their revelry as a bright flash emanated across the beach, rolling waves of sand down the coast. Glenn and a few of the company lab scientists shared a moment of horrified recognition, knowing the buzz and bright glimmer all too well. The businessman turned griller's analytic mind tried to consider a plan to take, an order to give, but as he watched the glowing form erupt from behind the restrooms, he drew an utter blank.
Ruby, meanwhile, opened her eyes to feel a cool breeze against her nose, her bikini still in place, but her the ground beneath her feet feeling oddly textured, less gritty and more uniformly smooth. Creaking open her eyes, the vixen saw the ocean first--ships on the horizon, tiny and blurry with distance, and then tentatively look down past her breasts to see a small red square at her feet. Squinting, she could just make out rectangular patterns of brick-laid masonry--and past that lay a beach covered in umbrellas the size of those found in drinks. Small creatures darted to and fro--furred, scaled, skinned. People. People no taller than her ankle.
"It worked!" Ruby giggled with childish glee, examining herself. Her bikini remained, good, she wanted to grow but necessary be naked just yet. The boys are gonna really be staring at my figure now, the vixen squeezed her chest experimentally a few times, running a hand down her curves experimentally, and all thanks to the--
She paused, realizing the size modulator was no longer in hand. Of course not, the lab tech wanted to slap herself, it only grows the target, not itself! For all intents and purposes, Ruby was stuck at somewhere between ten and twenty stories, the average person no bigger than her thumb. Which, the fox thought, long, fluffy tail swishing idly, is not necessarily a bad thing. Fluttering heart settling, the giantess grinned as she spotted the frantic movements of the bathers--some running, others staring--focusing her gaze on the curling smoke of Glenn's grill and the company picnic. Her friends. Her boss. Her coworkers--some of whom she liked, and many she didn't.
"Okay, then," she took a deliberate stop forward. Then another. And another. "They're gonna get a party all right." Empowered more than she'd ever felt before, the titanic vixen grinned equal parts mischief and lusty hunger as she prepared to:
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