Worshiping her toes? Sarah had had the ring for barely a minute and she was already going full megalomaniac.
Meanwhile, Sarah's growth tapered off at a height of ten feet. "I guess since you were so generous as to give me the world on a silver platter, I could at least take the effort to appreciate everything I can now do, right, Jennifer? Now if I can change my hair and nails so easily, does that mean I can..."
Jennifer's school clothes started to change. They shifted and darkened, seemingly shrinking until they had re-formed on her body as a skintight black latex bodysuit.
"That's better. I'd always wanted to wear this, but Mom and Dad don't really approve of this look. Of course, now those opinions are worth less than nothing coming from weak little gnats like them. Same goes for the rest of the world, which is going to learn to love it or else."
Jennifer needed to do something immediately, while Sarah was still a manageable size. The only thing she had that she could use was her own copious weight. Hoping it was enough to take Sarah down, Jennifer moved to tackle Sarah in hopes of getting the ring back.
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