You decide that you cannot tell for sure if you've destroyed everything--and everyone--by staying at your present size. Although slightly depressed at becoming smaller, when you stop shrinking, you're taller than you used to be; now you are 7 feet tall and packed with rippling muscles, glistening with sweat and dripping with masculinity. Your cock hangs between your legs patiently.
You do get a great deal of enjoyment from the fact that at any moment, at any place, whenever you want, you can again become a super-giant.
Taking long strides, you walk among the rubble and, well, blood. You hear some movement behind you, and just as you spin around, a young woman with shoulder length blonde hair points something akin to an electric drill at you.
"Don't try anything," she says. From her voice, you can tell she isn't the ditzy sort of airhead some women are; she is independent-minded and strong-willed. "This instrument is holding you in place, just as you are. I made it just in case something like you happened."
"I knew I'd missed someone" you said, half to yourself. "Who are you?"
"Oh, of course you don't know who I am, how silly of me," she said. "My name is Dr. Laurel Hashimoto. I invented the machine that, well, made you as you are now."
This is the infamous inventor! The progenitor of the power you hold! This one woman has the knowhow to remake the whole thing and replicate what happened to you!
Your body becomes tense, as you almost instinctively try to grow so as to kill this threat to your future. However, you can't move! You're body remains static, neither moving nor changing!
"I told you not to try anything. Now, as much as you think I want to rebuild this machine, this place, you're wrong. I never really liked all this. So superficial and commercialistic. Not quite my cup of tea."
"Then why?"
"Not really any of your business, but as with most people with good ideas, I put it into play because I was broke."
"Then what DO you want?"
"Well, I always like the whole transformation thing. That fantasty always got my revved up, it's never failed me. I had to turn a fantasy into cash. And now, you're the only thing left that can do everything my machine could."
"Yea, so?" you reply gruffly, aware that you can't do anything her machine could as long as she has that drill-thing trained on your huge body.
"I think we can come up with some sort of mutually beneficial agreement, hm?"
"Listen, you're one hot chick, but right now, I REALLY want to get huge and smash something!"
"No, you listen to me. I've got you pinned with this little device, and I can even kill you if I felt like it--probably the only thing able to kill you now. We both look to gain a lot out of this. You can grow and do whatever you want whenever, and I can help you with anything, and you've already freed me from having to tie up any loose ends. These two gizmos aren't my only inventions, you know, nor are they necessarily the most fun to play with."
It dawns on you that she wants more of you than just something on which to get off when she's horny. A smile creeps across your face
as you think about the possibilities. You finally say,
"You know what, I think you're right. We do both look to gain quite a bit."
"That's more like it"