Georgia Grows So Big One Of Her Boots Is As Big As A House!

(Originally by Bob)

Something neither Georgia nor the witchdoctor were expecting was for the rapid acceleration of height to keep going, surpassing Georgia’s measly goal of being house sized.

Eventually, the titan finally stopped growing and her head was in the clouds both literally and metaphorically. She stood at a staggering 250’ of pure fat, muscle and Sheriff squishing power.

Abra let her face fall into her hand, groaning at the mare’s inability to follow basic instructions. “I SAID A QUARTER OF THE BOTTLE!” She yelled, not so much out of anger but to ensure that the horse actually heard what she was saying.

Georgia gave a terrifying grin, not concerning herself with the worries of the pathetic witchdoctor. The only issue she had now was whether her clothes were affected by her growth too.

She looked down at the body which had crushed the weasel many times to check for her clothes...