Being a super villain's lackey had its ups and downs - mostly downs. Grace had been hired to seduce spies who may have been getting too close to her employer's secrets. But that changed when a strike force had fought their way into the secret lair.
Her boss was a coward and did everything he could to avoid capture, this involved breaking out all the experimental technology he had in development. Grace had been cowering behind some barrels to avoid the bullets and lasers pinging through the air around her. She was joined in this hiding place by her employer. Soon the fighting around them came to a stop and they were ordered to come out. As they rose and walked towards their captors with their hands in the air, Grace noticed something in her boss' hand - a needle. Before she could say anything he spun round and jabbed her with it. Immediately she could feel strength flow through her body.
"Grow my minion!" she heard her villainous boss cry.
Grace sighed from the pleasure of feeling every part of her stretch. She could feel something else that tickled her all over - she quickly realised it was the bullets of the attacking forces bouncing feebly off her. Within moments she found she needed to stoop to avoid banging her head into the lair's roof.
"Now, smash the interlopers!" she heard her now tiny employer cry below.
She was still reeling from the pleasure of the growth but something had irked her. Had he really called her his minion? She could put up with being used as eye-candy, with being put in danger constantly and the poor pay. But she was a hench-woman - not some pebble-brained minion. Grace decided to make her first move as a Giantess and squashed the villain beneath one of her mighty hands. It had felt good - but she put that down to it being mostly cathartic pleasure.
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It was now several weeks later, her growth hadn't worn off - if anything she had gotten slightly larger since the incident. That idiot villain, he could never get anything right. For her actions in stopping the villain and not smashing the good guys into a paste, Grace had been awarded a pardon and a respectable sum of money which she had spent on a 'small' vacation.
As she sat on the beach soaking in the rays, she returned to pondering - this time thinking about her future. She had always wanted to go back into modelling, with her new size she knew she'd be in high demand. The agency which had stopped her former employer had also offered her a role after seeing her in action.
Grace reflected on the choice; super-model or super-hero? It was a tough one, neither really appealed to her any more. But another option crept into her head, she could continue with her career in the villainy . She had the experience and now the power to do things right - she could be a real super villain.
This story is a prequel to Giantess sits thicc ass on building.
Meta: This model was suggested to me on my twitter - and wow is it a good suggestion. Look at those thighs - they were made to support a giantess! And a zelda tattoo too so I'm smitten. I've made another collage with her so I might continue this story into that one.
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