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As delicately as she could, Camilla shifted her weight forwards, and off the crumbling remains of the Daventry Building, and stepped onto the highway. As she pushed away from it, another three stories collapsed. It was a miracle they’d held on so long, as her growing body had smashed through floor after floor. She still tingled with the effects of the growth serum. It flowed through her muscles, now engorged to the size of a bodybuilder, and her heavy breasts, swollen and sensitive, heaved and wobbled as she stepped forward. Her feet touched down, shattering the asphalt and crushing the surface into feet shaped craters. There was the screech of breaks as several cars tried unsuccessfully to avoid her and the rubble raining down from the building that was in the process of collapse. She was now an almighty obstruction to the highway, and traffic was going nowhere, which was exactly what she wanted.

Camilla looked down at the traffic and found her targets. Stooping, she plucked up an articulated truck in each hand, grasping each by the cistern trailer that contained the remains of the growth chemical that was being transported. She was not going to let these escape. She wanted more, and maybe even more importantly, she didn’t want anyone else to have it. Holding the cistern upright, the cab of the truck dangled precariously from the trailer by a coupling that was never designed for this situation. Digging one of her nails into the back of the cistern, she flipped open the release door. At that moment, she felt an unexpected tickle on her nipple. Looking down, it seemed that the truck driver could not wait to see if the cab would stay attached and had made his leap of faith. Camilla grinned down at him as he struggled to stay on her erect nipple. The sensation of his struggles sent tiny jolts of electricity through her body. He would have been a big man to her a few minutes ago, now he was something a little less than a pinch on the nipple.

“Down the hatch!” She said, smiling as she lifted the trailer to her mouth like a can of beer, and began to chug. The taste was sweet, almost sickly. Something like a combination of grape soda and vanilla ice cream. Almost immediately her body responded, rising upwards and outwards, towering over the skyline and filling out the highway beneath her. New muscle piled onto her body, and her chest swelled larger. There was still another truck to go.