author: UnderHerToes
Unaccustomed to such sarcastic criticism of your truthful words, uncontrollable intent to prove yourself boils within you. Watching Kourtney's mighty hips swing as she strides away, completely ignoring you now, you hastily turn the dial towards the growth dimension, yourself ignorant through indignation. Using Kourtney's bountiful buttocks as a target, you take two steps forward then ready the transposer for ignition. The device hums loudly, a buzz that vibrates through your hands before you are thrown effortlessly backward by the intense force of light pouring forth onto Kourtney's body.
The energy coming from the device is more plentiful than the short burst from your test in the lab, a seemingly endless stream of white waves warping through the air, augmenting Kourtney's body exponentially. The glow surrounding her form first doubles her size, then quadruples it, again and again until she was a monumental beacon of light on the schoolyard no less than sixty-four times her original height.
The glow dissipates into the air suddenly, a whimpering sound coming from the transposer by your side, but the sound is the least of your concern. Rising over one hundred feet skyward, Kourtney's thighs, alone the size of apartment towers, suspend her mammoth, jean-clad buttocks above the tiny world below. Perhaps the perspective is deceiving, but you perceive she could flatten an entire city block, and all she would have to do is sit down. Once again unnable to find words, you feel Kourtney put her incredible foot down on the outdoor picnic area, wood snapping and crunching under her sole.
She gasps and books fall from her hands, pounding into the concrete walkways while her homework papers glide over the roof of the building. All around you, people either stare upwards or run hillwards. You sit up as Kourtney spins around, her bosom bulging larger than clouds through her blue, button up shirt quickly coming unbuttoned from the pressure. You reach for the dastardly device that designed this diva, but Kourtney's voice halts any motion you may take, "I don't believe this! You were telling the truth!"
"Of course I was," you respond quietly before rolling aside and climbing to your feet. Looking up at Kourtney, you understand you couldn't be much more than an insignifanct insect to her.
Kourtney's now enormous ears pick out your voice from the myriad of sounds she could hear around her. "Hey, where are you!? Gee, everything is so small! I'm afraid to step anywhere." She squints her eyes at the ground below, and even though you make no attempt to get her attention, she still recognizes you. "There you are!" She begins to descend rapidly, a wall of air displacing around her. "Come up here my man!" A hand roughly as large as the parking lot shoots down for you, fingers longer and wider than a cargo trailer set on snatching you.
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