The local magician, a man of modest stature with a nervous glint in
his eyes, stepped onto the stage. He clutched an ornate wand, its
history etched in its ancient carvings - a relic passed down from his
grandfather, never before used in his acts.
He waved the wand in
order to make some effect. The wand's tip glowed ominously, pointing
accidentally towards his assistant. Suddenly, a bright, blinding flash
erupted, silencing the crowd.
In an instant, the assistant's size
doubled, her presence was now overwhelming. The audience gasped, some
in awe, others in disbelief. The magician, frozen, could only stare in
utter bewilderment at the glorious sight before him. His assistant's
legs, encased in glittering pantyhose, stretched magnificently, longer
than he was tall! They shimmered under the stage lights, a captivating
spectacle of sheer beauty.
The magician, now dwarfed by
her immense stature, only cowered as her large hands reached towards
him. She reached the wand. Her fingers wrapping around it with ease.
Snap! The wand broke under the strength of her grip, the pieces falling
to the stage with a soft clatter. Her anger boiled over at this,
realizing there was no simple reversal to her newfound enormity.
Her
eyes flashed dangerously, a power she neither expected nor understood.
The magician, now appearing insignificant in her shadow, could only
wonder at the force he had unwittingly unleashed.
Panic gripped
the magician as he stumbled backward, his heart hammering in his chest
like a frantic drum. The severity of the situation hit him like a
lightning strike - he was in imminent danger. He lurched into a
desperate run, darting across the stage in a frenzied attempt to escape.
But
she was quick to follow, her strides massive and effortless. The crowd
watched in a mix of terror and fascination, their breaths held, their
eyes unblinking. With each stomp of her colossal foot, the stage
trembled, her heels clicking like ominous drumbeats of an approaching
storm.
Behind him, her footsteps boomed like thunder, each step
an ominous echo that shook the very foundations of the stage. The floor
trembled violently with her immense weight, a foreboding rhythm that
matched the racing of his heart.
Glancing back, the magician's
eyes widened in a mixture of horror and awe. His assistant, already
towering, continued to grow, her majestic figure expanding upwards, her
head inching ever closer to the stage lights. The stage, unable to bear
her colossal weight, began to buckle under her, the wooden planks
groaning in protest.
With a swift movement she reached for him again, but he ran between her legs and appeared behind her.
Her
deep, resonant voice, now amplified by her gargantuan size, boomed
through the theater, sending chills cascading down his spine. “You
cannot hide from me!” she bellowed, her words vibrating the air itself, a
terrifying promise of her relentless pursuit.
In sheer
desperation, the magician leapt off the stage. He raced through the
auditorium, his breaths coming in ragged, fearful gasps. Behind him, the
colossal assistant moved with a grace.
She effortlessly strode
over rows of seats, her long, powerful legs covering ground with
alarming ease. The audience, caught between disbelief and fear,
scattered like leaves in a storm, her every step sending tremors through
the ground. Sound of crunched empty chairs beneath her shoes.
“Do
you still wish to marry me now?” Her voice thundered through the
auditorium, deafening everyone for a moment. It was a question laced
with a bitter mockery, resonating with the power of her towering form.
A
lone laugh erupted from somewhere in the crowd, a nervous, ill-timed
chuckle. It stopped the assistant in her tracks. Her eyes, burning with a
mix of fury and pain, scanned the audience for the source of the mirth.
Another
chair crunched under her foot as she turned, the sound echoing like a
gunshot. The laughing observer's amusement died instantly, replaced by a
chilling realization that provoking an angry, powerful woman of such
staggering size was a profoundly bad idea. She forgot about the magician
in an instant.
"You find that amusing? See how you laugh in the
grip," her voice boomed, a declaration that sent shivers through the
spine of every person present. Her words, echoing with the power of her
towering form, sealed the fate of the unfortunate spectator.
The
hand of the giantess, now four times larger than any normal human hand,
began its menacing approach. Her fingers, long and powerful, stretched
out like the talons of a predatory bird, honing in on the
horror-stricken man. He sat frozen, his laughter a distant memory,
replaced by a paralyzing fear.
As her colossal hand neared, the
once noisy auditorium fell into a deafening silence, the tension thick
in the air. The tiny, now utterly alone in the emptied row, could only
gaze in terror and awe at the massive hand that was about to engulf
him...