Helen was panting heavily, her massive chest rising and falling with each breath. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. But then she remembered where she was and how she got here. Looking around, she saw the destruction she had caused, the walls of her home crumbling under her weight. And there, in the rubble, was her son Dylan. She could feel the anger boiling inside her, threatening to consume her entirely.
She knelt down, her knees cracking the pavement beneath her. Dylan looked so tiny compared to her now, like a doll. She leaned in close, her face mere inches from his. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the intensity of her gaze burning into him.
"Dylan," she said, her voice rumbling like thunder. "You better tell me what's going on right now, young man." Her words shook the very air around them, sending a chill down Dylan's spine.
The boy swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Mom... I... I'm sorry," he stammered. "I found this gun thingy in the backyard. It shoots rays that make stuff grow or shrink. I was playing with it and I accidently shot you."
Helen's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" Her voice trembling with rage. "Look at me, Dylan! Look at what you've turned me into!" The naked giantess yelled.
Dylan nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to. I was just messing around."
Helen let out a frustrated growl, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Messing around? Is that all this is to you? A game?" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "Well, I think it's time you learned a lesson about responsibility, Dylan. About the consequences of your actions."
With that, she reached down and scooped Dylan up in her hand, holding him tightly. He struggled and squirmed, but it was no use. He was completely at his giant mother's mercy now.
"What are you doing, Mom?" he cried, his voice muffled against her palm.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," Helen said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And I think I know just the way to do it."
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