You knew the growth serum your lab had produced could never be recreated. You knew it should have been used for some noble cause. But you also knew the dancer at the local strip club was the hottest woman you'd ever laid your eyes upon. You'd asked her for a private dance and when she'd took you aside to the private room and asked for payment the only thing you could pay her with was the growth serum. She angrily took it off you, not believing your claims but downing it none-the-less.
Almost immediately she started to moan and expand, you knew what was coming but the rest of the strip club didn't as her growing form demolished it. You'd made your escape just in time and found yourself outside in the sunlight. You had to crane your neck to look up at her now enormous form. She was hurriedly trying to create some makeshift clothing using the tarp on some of the nearby skyscrapers under construction, she'd got enough to make a pair of shorts but you knew she'd never find enough to cover her ample chest.
She looked down on the remnants of the strip club with a look of satisfaction on her face before spotting you.
"You survived!" she boomed with glee, "Thank you for this."
She ran her hands down her body.
"I owe you a dance don't I?" she realised.
With that she started to gyrate her hips, almost smashing into a nearby building, and raised her arms in the air as she started to dance.
You knew you'd used the growth serum wisely.
Meta: I was originally not quite sure who the model in this picture which was a shame as I'd wanted to do more with her because I don't think I did her justice with my cutting out in this one - I was pleased with how the angles lined up though. I now know though thanks to a commentor.
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