Mark walked down the hallways of the building, carrying a sandwich bag with him. He was going to meet with Professor Grant, someone he immensely respects. And he could hopefully call a friend, not that he could, professors should never be personal friends to students. Opening the door to the lab, Mark called out into the room. An almost child sized figure was hunched over a counter, fiddling furiously on something.
"Hey, Ms. Grant. I got your bologna--on rye-- sandwich for you!" Mark called out.
"Oh, thank you Mark. You're such a kind lad." Grant replied. The small figure revealed itself to be a full-figured woman. She would possess extreme curves, if they weren't on such a small person. Maybe the figure was the cause of the curves to begin with?
Stepping over to Mark, an outside source would see the noticeable differences in height. Grant was 4'8 compared to Mark's 5'11, it was kinda laughable in that regard. Lowering his package to her, Grant took her sandwich immediately and then went back to her meal. Curious, Mark walked over with her, wanting to ask about her work. Her not telling him to stop was a sign of goodwill for his curiosity.
"So, doc, what are you working on?" Mark said to Grant as she went to work on her device. It was a ray gun done in the old pulp style of future weaponry, Grant was always a fan of that.
"Well, Mark, I'm working on my "growth ray and shrink additions" or G.R.A.S.A." Grant said, nonchalantly.
Mark's heart skipped a beat, he already had four or five growth villains, Grant brought some anxiety to him. There was Thunder Thighs; a woman whose height not only increased, but her posterior as well. The Squisher; a woman that naturally had a nice pair of butt cheeks on her, but she more focused on growth height than ass. Still, she possessed a pair that could rival Thunder Thighs in her initial expansion. There was Astro-Cheeks; who grew in height by temporarily absorbing other things, specific parts grew determined by which part she absorbed it through. There was whoever was unfortunate enough to be The Ring Bearer this week. A mystical artifact that grew the sad wearer of the ring to large heights, stopping somewhere around 60ft. And if one counted Enchantress among them, she too grew. Only in the dream world thankfully, she was already a handful there.
"Are you okay Mark?" Grant's voice pierced his mind like a nail.
"Yeah, i'm good. Why are you working on this so late?"
Grant looked at him, stopping whatever work she was on, and looked at him sadly.
"Mark, am I too small?"
"What do you mean Professor Grant?"
"I mean this: have you ever suffered the humiliation of a 13 year old holding a jar over your head?" Grant looked at him through teary eyes.
"Professor, I'm. I'm so sorry."
"No, its not your fault Mark, its just this big world. You're a good boy, don't you forget that. Just leave a woman be, Mark." Grant said, before she got back up and started fiddling with her ray gun again.
Mark looked at her one more time, before going through the door, walking down the hallway. He needed to do some things before he left to his dorm room.
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