Carl was not a clever man, but he knew when he was way out of his depth. It was bad enough that he had been turned into a large breasted girl with cat ears and a tail, but the Dean had turned herself into some kind of multicolored snake monster. After draining the enhancements from two of the sorority girls, she was huge, with the coils of her tail filling the pool yard and her head so high that she looked down on the roof of the three storey sorority house. The Dean looked down on her defeated does, cackling and saying some insane nonsense about ruling the world. Maggie and Becca, looking like mere husks of their former selves, clutched each other and trembled in fear.
Carl was the security chief, and he knew that it was his responsibility to do something, but he had no idea what was even going on. He looked around for help, but was discouraged by the possibilities. Maggie and Becca looked too weak to stand. The five purple haired girls looked slavishly devoted to the Dean. indeed, right at that moment they were begging the monster to drain them, too, so that she might grow larger and stronger. And that jelly-girl looked like she was still frozen in place. This all seemed like something out of those movies with aliens and superheroes. Carl had no taste for such imaginative fare.
He realized that he needed advice before he could do anything. The sodas seemed to turn whoever drank them into strong, sexy, busty women. What if he could get some sodas to those poor shriveled girls? They might be able to tell him how to turn things around. He would have to hurry. The Dean was already draining one of the purple-haired Amazons and growing to even more immense proportions. She tossed the nearly lifeless (and male! Carl noted with surprise) at the feet of the two trembling sorority girls.
With catlike stealth (Carl hated to admit it, but he loved having a young, strong, and agile body again), he snuck into the house through a hole in the living room. He saw an empty bottle, so he immediately searched for more. He didn't find anything except a tin of mints. He was about to move on when the label on the mints caught his eye and gave him an idea. He may not have watched that Lord of the Rings movie, but he definitely remembered the folktales his grandmother used to tell him.
Moments later, Carl stepped outside, his knees shaking in terror. The Dean had finished her greusome meal, her victims in a pile by the diving board. She had grown to mind bogglingly large proportions. Her tail had spilled out into the street, blocking traffic to the second stop sign two hundred yards away. Her horned head must have been higher than the fifteen storey library tower. Her huge wings flexed, threatening to ruin every house on Greek Row with a mighty hurricane. Power crackled from her eyes and fingertips as she laughed maniacally. Her titanic breasts shook with each laugh, and if she had thought to lean over, she would have crushed Carl and the sorority house beneath just one.
As scared as Carl was, he knew he had to get her attention, but he felt like an ant next to her magnificence. Even through his fear, he could feel the desire to please and serve her. He jumped and shouted, his own breasts jiggling, to draw her eye downward.
He didn't have to. The Dean was still eager to gloat over her victims, and she noticed Carl when she gazed downwards.
"Why if it isn't the adorable security chief!" she chuckled. "I had almost forgotten about you. Have you come to worship your new goddess?"
Lord, Carl was tempted to. Surrendering to such power and beauty felt natural. Instead, he forced himself to put his plan into action.
"I did it!" he yelled. "I found their hidden alcohol!"
This actually seemed to catch the Dean by surprise. "Oh, Carl," she said, an amused look creeping across her face. "What makes you think I care about such trivialities now?"
"I just wanted to help!" Carl called, looking hurt.
The sinister look came back. "There's only one way you could help me, Carl. I think a pair of cat ears would look cute on me, wouldn't you? You're nothing but a dainty feline morsel to me, now."
Carl did not have to act to appear afraid. "Oh, God! You're not going to eat me, are you?"
The Dean reached down and lifted Carl until her enormous face was all he could see. "I was simply going to drain you of your soda energy and a little bit of your soul. But now that you put the idea in my head, I say to myself 'Why not?' The snake parts of me would love to feel your helpless body wriggling down my gullet!"
"Please, no!" Carl begged.
"Too late!" the Dean laughed, and with a flick of her forked tongue he was in her mouth, two pillarlike fangs barring his exit.
With both arms he grabbed one of those venomous teeth, releasing the mints he had concealed in his fist. The giant tongue lashed Carl, trying to dislodge him, but he held on for dear life.
Then the mints took effect. The Dean could tell what was happening, and she bellowed with anger, shattering windows for blocks around. Carl took the opportunity to leap for freedom, only to realize he was still over a hundred feet up. He said the fasted Hail Mary in human history.
Fortunately, he landed on his feet, and not for the first or last time he was glad of his cat features. The Dean, however, was having a worse time of it. From Carl's perspective, she looked like a carnival Bounce House that was rapidly deflating. The Dean screamed and clutched her chest, trying in vain to prevent them from deflating into two sagging flaps of skin. Little by little, the effects of the sodas vanished from her form. First, she lost the wings, then the scales, then the horns. Finally, her tail shriveled and divided into two bony legs.
But she did not stop shrinking or shrivelling once she returned to human size. Before a startled Carl, she continued to shrink until she was a wrinkled old crone barely an inch high. She tried to run from Carl, but the former security guard scooped her up in an empty solo cup, covering the top with a scrap of cardboard.
"Be sure to poke some holes in the lid," Miguel said. He had just thawed enough to speak.
"No hurry on those holes," Maggie added, with barely enough energy to talk.
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