Fuuka’s teeth clattered, her breath began to mix with the green, red-tinted swirling fox that drifted around her striped stocking covered legs. It was cold, it was dark, and Fuuka, under any other circumstance, knew she shouldn’t be where she was. It was the dark hour, the time when humans should not be walking the streets. The time when creatures from the darkest parts of a person’s subconscious roamed the streets on the hunt for their next prey… But things were different, Fuuka knew this.
She glanced at the small remote-like device in her palm, and with a tight shutting of her eyes, pressed her soft thumb into the round, red button with an audible, mildly echoing ‘click’. At first nothing happened, Fuuka opening her right eye, before both eyes opened wide.
“T-This is it! I-I think it works!” Fuuka gasped, feeling the shooting sensation of growth rush through every inch of her form. It took a moment, sure, but the large van next to the blue haired tech-head was soon level to her gaze, then under it, before the vehicle quickly became the size of a doll’s car.
The act of growing made Fuuka’s cheeks flush more than anytime a boy had ever talked to her, her sleeved arms quickly reaching up to cover her embarrassed face, as the world around her shrunk.
No more was she small, defenseless Fuuka, no. Now she was just as able, and strong as any of the other team. And with such an invention, the rest of her team would have absolutely no issues dealing with the threats that plagued the city on a near nightly basis.
“With this, no matter what comes next month, we’ll be ready!” Fuuka still couldn’t believe it actually had worked. Sure, the ground below her sneakers was completely ruined, worse than any earthquake or bomb could prompt. But the destruction wouldn’t truly matter if they could save lives.
“Just wait till Mitsuru-senpai hears about-” But as the gently smiling first year was about to finish her sentence, an echoing, booming, bratty laugh of pure, sneering superiority echoed throughout the eerily quiet city.
“What? What are you going to tell that tiny, red headed flea we call a leader? That you have some dinky toy that’ll make you grow from a bug to a toy? That’s cute Fuuka, but, really? I don’t think we’re gonna need your fancy little gadget.” Fuuka’s eyes were wide for a vastly different reason, as the all too familiar voice prompted her to turn around.
There, grinning at her, clad in otaku pink, was her senpai. Fuuka blinked, not believing that Yukari was truly there, or the size she was, the massive girl’s thighs and legs pressing harshly into the buildings to every side of her form.
“Y-Yukari-senpai… H-How?!” Fuuka mumbled, her voice filled with chilled stress as she looked down at the remote, trying to figure out if it had affected Yukari in any way. Yukari laughed again, grinning a toothy, smug smile as she glared down at her ‘tiny’ teammate.
“Oh? This? Don’t worry about it Fuuka. You run along home now, go tell little-miss-prez she ain’t needed anymore. There’s a new, bigger hero in town, and her name’s Yukari.” Yukari winked, pressing her hands uncaringly into the building on either side, as she stood to her full height.
Fuuka simply let her body go limp as she stood there, her head arching up, barely able to see the satisfied face of the genuine giant. Out of the smallest bit of curiosity, Fuuka pressed the red button again, but to no avail. She was as tall as she was ever going to be, but with a soft, pleasured moan, and the sound of stretching fabric: Yukari grew once more.