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Rated: GC · Interactive · Adult · #2013234
An amazing, colossal interactive. Trouble grows when a size-changing device is stolen.
This choice: "I sure hope I can do this," Montana prays, enlarging herself.  •  Go Back...
author: Doom

The glow was momentary, and the rush not quite was Rebekah expected. She watched the buildings around her dwindle in size, soon resembling nothing so much as the stations on her father's model train set. They were joined by dainty trees, and miniscule forms that could only be her students and associates.

No. Concentrate. The professor focussed on the problem at hand; the only person in the world who didn't look like a pixie. Susan turned to look at her, eyebrows raised, mouth open. It was as if she was enraged at someone else muscling in on her racket.

Rebekah didn't give her enough time to say anything, striding forward to seize hold of her. It was amazing, how the air currents parted so easily around her. The power that her limbs now possessed... The rush was enough to drown out the screams of the insects at her feet.

Susan resisted, shouting words that Rebekah didn't hear. The two giantesses bowled over, mashing another building to dust. This wouldn't do, Montana told herself. There would be no more destruction.

Exerting her greater strength, she pinned the student down, their combined weight digging down into the foundations of the ruined building. Susan struggled, but against a foe of equal stature she was seriously outmatched.

"Just wait," the professor said, "and soon we'll both be back to normal."

"No!" Susan gritted her teeth. "You are going to let me go. Now."

"Oh? And why would I do that?"

Susan directed her eyes downward. The professor followed the gaze, spotting the tiny man held in the other's hand. His face was already turning read.

"Let me go, or I'll squish him like a grape."

"You're bluffing." But Rebekah looked back up at Susan's face, seeing the gleam in the eyes. Madness.

You have the following choices:

1. Rebekah calls the bluff, keeping hold

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2. Rebekah gives in to the threat, letting go

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