author: A Guest Visitor
"I... I guess you're right," said Tara in a resigned tone, comparing her expanding frame with that of the doorways from the laboratory. Sitting down to by herself some more room, she leans back slightly, placing the palms of her hands flat on the floor slightly behind her to brace herself. She watches as her perspective continually shifts, rising higher, and then glances over at Marcy, who is also sitting, her legs lengthening across the floor, her foot continuing to lift the table of the ground.
"This is so fucked up," says Tara, keeping her hands motionless, but feeling the floor seemingly move beneath her fingers before they bump into the wall. She readjusts her seating position, tucking her knees up closer to her chest to give her more leg room before her growing body bumps into Marcy's.
Marcy, fascinated with her own growth, looks back at Tara and smiles. "I don't know," she begins, "I kind of like it. I mean, look at all the advantages we're going to have. We can do just about anything we want, and no one can stop us. No more waiting in line to get into the clubs!" Marcy looks down the length of her long, cargo pant clad leg and smiles at the absurd image of her being able to lit the table up just by the growth of her upturned foot.
"Well, yeah, I guess," says Tara, tucking her legs into her chest a little more, "but it's not like we're going to fit inside the club..."
"We could always rip the roof off!" Marcy jokes, eliciting a nervous laugh from Tara.
"Seriously, Tara, just think of it. I'm not sure what caused this, but it might as well be us. You know, let's not go crazy, but this is something we definitely can have fun with! Imagine the looks on the guys faces when we pay a visit to Fraternity Row! They're always bragging how they can handle any woman on campus..." Marcy smiles, imagining a few interactions with tiny frat guys in her mind. As she does this, she idly slides her feet upward in her massive black flipflop, allowing the leading edge of her toes to come into contact with the cool underside of the stainless steel table.
Tara giggles more warmly. "Oh, we could really mess with their heads!"
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound reverberates throughout the lab. Marcy's combination of playing and the growth of her foot have unbalanced the table, causing it to tip to the side. Glass containers of liquid fall to the floor and shatter, and begin to react on the lab floor as they come into contact with each other, emitting a plume of white smoke and a fiz
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