Penelope stood up to her full height and saw the tiny car speeding away from her, and wanted to chase it. However, she was interrupted by multiple stinging feeling around her legs. She looked down to see that her own robotic inventions had taken her as a threat, and started to open fire on the massive beauty. But, instead of being annoyed and in pain, the feeling was quite pleasurable to the giantess.
"That tickles," she giggled, and then was suddenly once again taken over by a wave of pleasure. She had started to grow once again, as she tilted her head back with her eyes closed. She had reached 110 feet already, and was quickly accelerating. The robots, lacking the common sense installation in their programs, proceeded with shooting the ankles of their growing master.
"Oh, yes!" Penelope screamed, as the sensation in her body grew more intense. At 150 feet, she could feel her unmoving robots being crushed underneath her growing feet. She had crushed something without even having to move. This massive amount of power that she had now discovered caused her to fantasize about different ways she could destroy the Cooper Gang, and get Bentley to love her again. The many godly things she could do now turned her on, and she started to leak even more juice from her massive pussy.
At 200 feet, she started to rub her fingers around her pussy lips, and sigh with ecstasy, as she crushed now half of her robot servants under her massive feet. She felt the high tech, practically invincible robotic soldiers turn into scrap metal under her weight, and was overcome with power again, now trying to resist the urge to pleasure herself in any way possible. She started to grind the new scrap metal into metallic dust, by twisting the soles of her feet, but that only turned her on more.
At 250, Penelope had crushed all of her servants, and had stopped growing, but was still left with so many feelings that the growth had left behind. Bloodlust, revenge, power, practically on the brink of orgasm. She looked at the city of Paris to imagine all of the possibilities. She started to rub her round breasts at the thought of what to do, and, on contact, had realized that her ginormous globes of milk had become even bigger. She looked to see that her new boobs now looked to be the size of soccerballs. The feelings rushed back, more intense than ever.
What does she do now?