"Now, what to do with you," she says. "As nice a bra as you appear to be, I just don't know if I'd feel good about wearing you. I generally only let people who I actually like play with my tits. You don't qualify in that regard.
"But what am I going to do with you? I could destroy you...but I've gotta admit, I'm a bit of a softie. I don't really want to kill you. Torment you? Leave you an object for the rest of your life? That's no biggie, but killing...well, not today, anyhow.
"So let's see," she says, and then suddenly snaps her enormous fingers. "Oh, I've got it, that's perfect! I don't want you too far away...but it's...well, anyway, before I babble on, let's just get this over with."
You feel the blast of the gun and feel it changing you into something new and different. You think you may have shrunk again; no, actually there's no doubt about it, you've shrunk again. She's enormous.
She walks up to you and reaches down for you, lifting you effortlessly between thumb and forefinger. "Oh, she is gonna love having you," she says.
"She," unbeknownst to you, is...