"Fine." I said, triumphantly. With a flick of my wrist, she was human again, still stark naked, and still fondling herself. She quickly withdrew her hand with embarrassment.
"Now..." I said. "You are mine to control, after years of what you did to me."
"Shut up, you stupid fat bastard." she yelled, standing up and beginning to regain strength. I made a silent wish.
Before she could have a second thought, her breasts swelled, as if they were balloons being pumped with air. They became larger and larger, through all the cup sizes and beyond. She was losing balance, and fell forwards onto her hands, but her expanding breasts soon pushed her off of the ground. She was lying on two massive beanbags that were her breasts, and couldn't move anywhere.
I laughed a little. "You see now? You can't run away."
She squirmed. "Oh, and don't worry. No one else can see this."
Sure enough, the world was still frozen around them.
"Now listen up." I said. "You are under my control. I can do whatever I like to you, and you can do nothing."
She broke. "All I did was talk to you, give you the ocassional comment, and-"