A thirty foot tall blonde stirred slowly, eyes wide in shock, and accidentally kicked her coffee table across the room. The heavy wood slammed loudly into the book shelf at the opposite side of the room and clattered onto the floor with the fairly distinct sound of cracking wood.
Mary cringed, slowly sitting up, and found her head just a foot or so from the ceiling. Her feet were almost touching the broken coffee table. While it was pretty cool to be the biggest woman on the planet, it was also proving to be cramped. So, resolving herself to get back to normal and clean up the multitude of transformation related messes she had going on around the house, Mary very carefully maneuvered her enormous naked body around until she could crawl around the wall seperating the kitchen from the living room.
Slowly, she made her way around, until her breasts squished into the wall and left two distinct crunching indents in the drywall. Mary rolled her eyes, so much for the damage deposit, and snaked her way around the corner, her ass bumping the book shelf and sending some of her novels flying to the floor, and she emerged halfway into the kitchen.
At this size, getting a vial was going to be a pain, let alone opening it. Mary's giant arm reached towards the box, carefully picking it up, and she began gently flipping through the vials with the tip of her giant index finger. Slowly, carefully, she found the "restore" vial and oh so gently plucked it from its housing after a few tries, like pulling a sliver.
Looking at the mess of her kitchen, the water all over the floor and walls, and wondering if her gold fish was okay in the bathroom, she even more carefully popped the stopper off the restore vial, and hungrily emptied the whole thing into her giant mouth.
At once, the tingling came back, which was saying something for how big she was, and again she felt the familiar pulling as she receeded in scale, finding herself lying on her side clutching an open and empty vial as she shrank down. With a final pull, as before, Mary had now returned to her original size... thank God.
She rose from the floor, turning to regard to huge tit marks in the wall, and proceeded to laugh as she grabbed the mop.
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Some time later, Mary's kitchen was back to something approaching normal. Now she stood next to the bath tub clutching the restore vial and a freshly filled fish bowl. Her giant fish had grown no further, but it was still a little over three feet long and agitated at being in a too small container. Mary upended the restore vial in the bath water, breathing a sigh of relief as her fish, too, shrank back to normal quickly, and plucked him from the tub to put him back in his bowl.
So that was that!
After cleaning up the mess in the bathroom, Mary carried her pet back to the counter of the newly cleaned living room, Mary stared at the dented wall again. A lesson learned about the chaos she could create very quickly.
As an afterthought, she put the restore vial into its housing and watched it fill. Suddenly, inspiration struck, and she grabbed it out again and went into the living room. Wondering if it would even work, she poured a little bit of restore on the broken apart coffee table. To her astonishment, her idea held merit. The coffee table groaned, crackled, and suddenly flung itself back together, splinters of wood and a broken leg seemingly pulling into the damaged table as if by magnetic force. With a final crackling, the table was whole and new again.
Jaw dropping, Mary then turned to the wall, splattered some potion on it, and marveled as the indent in the drywall pulled itself flat and settled without so much as a crack visible.
"Whoa!" She stared at the tiny vial.
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After even more time, Mary's reasonably worn in 20 year old starter home was literally brand new. She had put the restore potion in a spray bottle and soaked everywhere and everything. Now everything she owned was inside and out brand new, including a computer that had blown up months ago and a cracked vase from her grandma.
Excitedly, she dressed, and ran out to her rusted out red Pontiac. After a quick douse in the potion, the car literally began to change from a nearly working heap to a mint condition brand new vehicle. It was impossible to describe with mere words, even the broken radio dial had 'grown back' in the process.
Giggling the entire time, Mary ignored the weird looks from two passing strangers, who stopped to point and glance at her freshly restored car, and ran back into the house with the spray bottle, slamming the door behind her and squeeling with mirth.
She ate lunch, flipped through the vials some more, and found something she wanted to try.