As 18 inspected the device in her hands, pondering the naughty fun she could have teasing her husband, she noticed a large yellow button, marked with black stripes, a white letter “G” decaled across it. 18 was cutious - this was a shrinking gun, with sliders & a trigger for easy use, so what was with this bright button that stuck out like a sore thumb?
“What is this now?” she pondered aloud, “Bulma really should put an instruction manual out with these things.” 18 tapped the hornet-colored button ever so lightly, and in response, a purple ray shot out almost immediately, with a speed not unlike that of the Z Fighters she associated with. The beam struck 18’s vanity mirror and rebounded towards her direction at an upward angle; normally, she could dodge such a blast with ease, but caught in surprise, 18 could not dodge the violet burst, and it struck her in the forehead. She fell towards the ground, her rear impacting the carpet, and rubbed her forehead in startled shock - the gun flew from her hands under her bed, far back towards the backboard, where reaching it would be a struggle. “Damn!” she spoke, “That was a bad idea. I’ll avoid that button next time & stick with the shrinking func-“
18 abruptly stopped her thought as she felt a rumbling take place in her body, a strange, tingly sensation; a crawling feeling had begun under her skin, and continued to perpetuate for longer than it should have. Before she could even think about what that feeling meant, 18 began to feel a tough constriction around her body, the feeling of something wrapping around her, trying to indent into her skin - it didn’t take long for 18 to realize that her clothes were beginning to constrict around her body, a light discomfort following through. “Wha...?” was all she could manage to say, as she watched her jeans shrink & tear up her legs, and holes begin to form in her shirt; the room was rapidly shrinking as well, which put her in danger of running out of space. 18’s body pressed up against the back of the bed, without her movement to do so, and she began to feel the wooden frame’s edge travel down the small of her exposed back; it didn’t take long for 18 to realize what was happening to her after that. “Oh, great,” she mused, “That must have been the growing failsafe button, wonderful.”
18 felt a slight frustration overcome her that she made such an amatuer mistake in playing with Bulma’s contraption, of course there had to be a failsafe on the device, else Bulma’s shrinkees would stay just that, and there would definitely been some ramifications. 18 sighed at her mistake and lurched forward a bit; with the sudden movement atop her continued growth, 18’s shirt broke free of her body, exposing her expensive designer’s bra to the open air, and her pants were soon to follow, the matching panties to go with it. Both pieces of underwear strained harder & harder as she expanded, and 18 felt a sensation of frustration overcome her, that her expensive designer underwear would be destroyed because of a simple mistake she made, on top of the fact she was now going to become a giant. Before she could continue her angry thought, 18 felt a piece of semi-hard material crash into her head; she yelped a small “Ouch!” and lurched downward, the movement that finally broke her underwear and sent it flying across the room, leaving her totally nude. 18’s body continued to expand & fill the room as she rubbed her head, noting the indent in the ceiling her cranium made, and she begun to use her free hand & feet to brace herself against the walls, pushing against them in an attempt to gain space, but no effect of such happening. 18 could only be thankful that Krillin & Marron were not home, instead playing down at the park, as she would probably reach an apex to her frustration had they seen her in such an embarrasing situation, but 18 recognized the possibility of breaking out of the house and exposing her nude, gigantic body to her neighbors was a very real possibility, which was far worse; 18 closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst, accepting the fact she would be embarrased coming out of this situation either way...
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