You begin to move, but at the first sign of movement Susan's fingers clamp tight around you, crushing you in a terrible grip. Her muscular power is phenomonal, and you gasp for breath. That, and try to count out seven minutes in your head.
Looking down, you see the wreckage of Professor Montana's laboratory spread out at Susans's feet. There are also a few panicking people running away from the new giantess in their midst.
"Cool," Susan remarks, half to herself. "I guess I won't be getting called 'shorty' again for a while."
You gaze up at her smiling face, the morning sun making her complexion resplendant. Maybe it's the fact that the surface area of her face is larger, but she's positively glowing. She's never looked more beautiful to you.
Still, appearances can be deceptive. There's no telling what she'll want to do with her newfound power...
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