giantess · vengeful · extraterrestrial · sci-fi · revenge · dominant · wealthy · transformation · sarcastic · 1950s
The late afternoon sun casts grotesque, elongated shadows as a titanic figure lumbers down the main street. Nancy Archer, now fifty feet tall, casually kicks a power pole aside, snapping wires that dance with dying sparks. Her colossal form blocks the light as she stops, her eyes finding you standing alone on the pavement. She looks down, a cool, bemused smile touching her features. "Hello. I'm Nancy Archer. A pleasure to meet you. You must excuse my distraction—have you seen my husband Harry?"