author: A Guest Visitor
You reach over and pull the matter transposer from the stack of file folders. Your back to the two girls, who cannot see what you're doing. Nervously, your finger slides a selection switch to grow, and you quickly spin around aiming the gun at the girls. Before the girls even have a chance to react, they are blinded by a white flash.
Taking advantage of the confusion caused by their temporary blindness, you dash to an emergency exit in the corner of the room, bumping into a few tables and knocking over their contents. Running as fast as you can, you run toward the emergency exit door, and push into it, shoulder first, tripping a blaring fire alarm. Now outside, you continue running across the quadrangle, and collapse behind the corner of a building to watch. The alarm can be heard, and you can hear the sirens of the campus fire department engines begin to wail in the distance.
Meanwhile, inside, the girls squint their eyes, unable to make the almost photographic flash bulb spots of light disappear from their eyes.
"I feel all weird," says Tara, holding on to her stomach.
"Me too," says Marcy, offering little consolation to her friend, "why is everything sinking?"
"Sinking? Everything is getting smaller..." says Tara, the remanants of the flash slowly disappearing from her field of vision.
Just then Tara hears a bump and looks to see Marcy's head is pressed against the ceiling.
"I.... I think we're growing..." Marcy says, now crouching down to fit inside the lab, in an uncertain tone.
"How... how can this be happening?" Tara protests.
"Just sit down," says Marcy trying to restore some calm and make sense of it all, "it'll give us more room to spread out and think of what do to..." her voice trailing off, realizing she has absolutely no idea what to do.
Both the girls manage to find room to sit on the floor. Marcy finds an aiselway where she can stretch her legs out.
"Wow..." she says looking down her long leg, seeing her enormous flipflop clad foot, pointed upward and resting on the floor, can touch the underside of the lab table. She stares in disbelief as her entire body expands, and her foot begins to lift the lab table up from the floor.
"At least our clothes are growing with us..." she says.
Tara's heart begins beating faster. "This is so not right..." her hips now beginning to press against lab cabinetry... "Maybe we should get out of here and get some help..."
Marcy adjusts her oversize body to make use what what little space she has left, accidentally bumping her now huge body into Tara's.
"I hate to break this to you hon... but there's no way we're going to fit through that tiny little door..."
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