You turn around to find Melissa's chest just above eye level. Her hideous convulsions seemed to have ceased, and towels now replaced her torn clothes with little difficulty. Clevage still peaks out of a gap of the towel tied around her chest, perfect and firm. Melissa holds the vial up to her eyes and studies it. She must be somewhere around seven feet tall.
Melissa walks over to the benches, her large, sticky feet gripping the floor and sits down. The wood creaks with the weight of her ass, just as round and perfect as before, yet a tad more bigger and enforced.
"Sorry about before, ciggaret boy," Melissa says in a hoarse voice plucking a single smoke from her other hand. The cigarete looks tiny in the large hand, trembling from her transformation. The lighter even more so. Her thumb seems larger and unacustomed to striking the lighter just right. Melissa shoats in pain and clucthes the thumb as it is singed by the flame. You hurry and catch the falling lighter before it breaks on the floor.
"H, here.." you say, "Let me.." You light the smoke in her mouth, and she nervously puffs away.
"Cigaret boy," Melissa stammers with tense nerves and an almost giddy laugh. She motions for you to sit beside her with a pat on the wooden bench. You comply, and notice with some uncomfort how much larger she is compared to you. Her body seems unchanged, besides being bigger. Her clevage is more noticable, bouncing slightly whenever she sucks in a ragged breath. He belly and thighs are just a smooth and firm as they were before.. prehapse a bit more tighter from tension. Her skin is visibly darker and-
"Here," she says, forcing the vial back into your hands, "I, uh, cant really read... like.. this."
You raise a questioning eyebrow as you read over the wording on the labels...
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