"GOD DAMN, I'M STARVING!" Belinda's voice booms through the room, shattering the glass table with the sheer volume of it. The cake she just swallowed in one bite is still working its magic on her, and with the sound of fingertips runnning down an inflated balloon, Belinda maxes the limits of the room.
"Grk, gllk..." Mr. TF struggles desperately, but it's of no use. He's quite securely stuck between Belinda's buttcheeks, and his own physical strength isn't nearly sufficient to wriggle free.
"RGH, GETTING A BIT TIGHT IN HERE..." Belinda's voice booms again, but that is soon drowned out by the sound of tearing concrete, wood, and brick as Belinda smashes out of the room, leaving that wing of the building in ruins as she steps out into the streets.
She's well over thirty feet tall at this point, and nearly as wide around. Her gargantuan feet leave deep prints in the asphalt as she peers around the town.
"GOTTA BE SOMEPLACE IN THIS DUMP WHERE I CAN GET A GOOD MEAL..."