Trying to leave

As Yelena ran off, pushing through the crowds who pressed close to her almost nude body, Cassie turned and stood up. She immediately banged her head on an overhanging crane with a resounding CLONG! and fell back down to end up sitting on her rear, which took up the width of the road.

"Ow." Cassie rubbed her head. She was aware of a sharp pain in her enormous right buttock, she reached underneath herself and pulled out a squashed motorbike, which let out mournful honk before dying. "Sorry to whoever this belongs to." Cassie said as she set the motorbike back down on the pavement. She felt something else on her left buttock, a repeated tapping, and she looked down to see a group of men gathered around her, spanking her huge behind. "Stop that!" Cassie brushed them away, and got to her feet more carefully.

"I've got to get out of the city." Cassie groaned, looking at the devestation around her. To illustrate her point, as she took more steps she flattened a mailbox and kicked a payphone off the pavement.

She saw something buzz past her line of vision and swatted it, but it moved too fast. It came back again and again she missed, before her brow furrowed in thought. She had assumed it was a fly, but she was the size of a building, so a fly would not even register to her.

"Cassie!" A tiny but insistent voice called by her ear. Cassie turned, to see a shrunken woman hovering by her, "What are you doing?"

"Hope!" Cassie exclaimed, but too loudly as Hope Van Dyne was blown backwards by the **** of her shout. Cassie clapped a hand over her mouth as Hope stabilised her flight and came back, then she continued more quietly, "Hope, you've gotta help me! My suit malfunctioned and... what am I going to do?"

"All right, hold on." Hope looked her up and down, thinking, "Okay, we can fix this. But, er, maybe consider grabbing some of that banner to cover yourself up, huh?"