After only walking for a few blocks from the Baxter Building, Touch shrugged and stopped in the middle of Times Square. Hopefully, this next little stunt of his would get Spider-Man's attention and if not, it would still totally humiliate the shy superheroine whose body he had hijacked.
"Oh! Ohh!" he began to moan and focus on the young girl's chest. "What is happening?"
He knew the girl could make her whole body as tall as a house or her hands the size of car doors - what about just her tits?
"Oh, no! NO!" he squeaked in Kamala's voice. "MY TITTIES! They just won't stop GROWING! OHHHH!"
Keeping her hands normal sized, he began stretching out her caramel-colored B-cups upwards and outwards, far beyond any hand bra's ability to contain them.
"OOOOH! FEELS SO GOOD! CAN'T STOP! UHHHN!"
Tits the size of watermelons began expanding out to the size of bean bags as tourists all around her snapped up pictures eagerly. A few stood out of the way as her dark brown nipples, each now the size of a large soft drink container, smacked against a nearby park bench. The gigantic mammaries then shoved the bench out into traffic, while leaving the girl attached to them wobbling in the air. A sedan swerved to avoid them only to crash into a truck in front of him whose driver was too busy drooling to see where he was going.
"AAHH! SOMEBODY, HELP! PLEASE HELP ME STOP MY BIG TITTIES!" she whimpered in her most helpless voice. "OOOOOH!"
The click of cameraphones flashing and screeching traffic almost obscured what she heard next . . .
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