Mary Lynn pauses for a moment, turning the gun around and examining it with a look of triumph on her face, as if she had just won a trophy. You start to feel sick as you realize that Mary Lynn is about to take full advantage of the gun, and you have no idea how far she'll go. What is she willing to do?
You don't find out right away. Apparently having come up with an idea, Mary Lynn reaches her hand out towards you, still on the cold gray shelf, and picks you up. With her same smug expression, she stuffs you back into her bra. Not a bad place to be, generally, but you don't have the slightest guess as to what she's up to and you're pretty worried. You're mostly just confused, though, and you don't find out much in the next few minutes, as being inside Mary Lynn's bra leaves you without much of a vantage point. You can tell she's walking, but you don't know to where.
Eventually, Mary Lynn unbuttons her blouse, and at first you wonder if she's taken you back into the bathroom. You're truly stunned, then, when you pull yourself up out of the bra so you can take a look around. You're outside! Mary Lynn has evidently decided to walk out of the library into the middle of the central quad. But then why would she...
"I already know what you're thinking," booms the giant voice from above. "I don't give a shit what anyone thinks of me now, and I want to show you what you've helped me do." With that, Mary Lynn tosses off her blouse and points the gun at herself. She fires.
The sensation of growing is weird, especially since it lasts longer than the shrinking process. You have a vague feeling of expansion, but it's made more strange by the fact that you're not changing size in relation to your surroundings. Even as you look down and see the ground move farther and farther away, you're still barely poking your head out of Mary Lynn's bra. You look around and notice she's as tall as the library, but still she keeps growing. Turning up to see the giant face of your apparent new owner, you find an expression of contentmnent, and vindication. For a moment you wonder if she'll ever stop.
But stop she does, eventually, and you realize that the librarian Mary Lynn is now many times taller than any building on campus. You look at the horizon and wonder if those are other towns, other counties, or even other states. The view down to the ground is so daunting that without thinking you slink subconsciously back into Mary Lynn's bra. You look back up at her, and she's now wearing a wide cheshire-cat grin. Oh god, you think. She's really enjoying this.
Of course, it gets worse. Mary Lynn walks over to one of the student dorms. It's literally only two steps for her, and all of a sudden she's towering over this building. Just as you start to wonder what all the students inside must be thinking, Mary Lynn kicks in the building. It's an old wooden dormitory, probably over a century old, and she smashes it in with one swift kick of her shoe. You become almost paralyzed with shock, and before you have time to react Mary Lynn grabs her breast with her right hand and squeezes. The feeling of her fingers so tightly pressed against the bra and you is strange, and not a little painful, but you mostly notice her clearly audible moaning. With dismay, you're forced to admit that Mary Lynn's power trip is only getting worse. You slide yourself back down into her bra and hope she doesn't notice you.
As it turns out, though, that's apparently the extent of Mary Lynn's damage for now. Although you notice a weird feeling, she seems not to move for a minute or so, and you think nothing more has happened until her titanic fingers come prying for you again. As she pulls you out of her bra once again, you can see smoke billowing up behind her, and you realize that Mary Lynn has shrunk herself back down to normal size.
"MMMMM, that was fun," she says with a smirk. "Looks like I run the show now. But I think what I might enjoy even more would be to have a bunch of tiny little men to serve my every whim. But towering over the entire world is fun too." She pauses, and pouts a little. You can't believe she's enjoying this. "I wonder which is better: to be the goddess of a bunch of tiny men, or to become a giantess and the goddess of the entire world."