Almost! But reality catches up!

The perspective of Cora’s audience was skewed; confusing, to say the least. When she’d first walked in the crooks were eye-level with her shoulders. Their eyes rose higher and higher, some focused on her astounding tits, others on her hips, and others still trying to get a better look at her perfectly round ass.

Still, Cora’s body continued its conquest upward. The ever-towering woman began to step towards the perpetrators. Her muscular arms and shoulders burst out of the blouse and blazer. Long, firm legs tore her business slacks to shreds. Everybody in the room, with the exception of the growing giantess, began to question how she had entered the bank to begin with.

Then, the building’s concrete walls began to twist and groan. The doors soared upward, the ceiling rose and the branch itself seem to double in size. A white camisole appeared over Cora’s breasts, but no bra. Her jaw-dropping, gravity-defying, deliciously-bouncing tits defied even the grandest attempts by the world-wide fashion industry to create something that could contain them. To an average-sized person her boobs were as large as a beanbag chair, but twice as soft to the touch despite their high position on her chest.

A flowery skirt manifested over Cora’s waist, leaving several handfuls off buttock hanging out for all to see. Sandals appeared over her massive feet, decorated with a little flower sticking out of the top strap. At the end of the spurt the assailants stood just a few inches taller than her waist. A massive, powerful arm shot out and grabbed one of them by the legs. A moment of fear washed over the giantess when the others opened fire. She braced for impact.