[Story] Pumpkin Scale (Halloween Stories 7/7)

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Pumpkin Scale

"For the last time, I'm not stealing any bloody pumpkins!" Dona protested, her voice barely above a whisper as they crouched behind Old Lady Henderson's garden wall. The autumn air was crisp, and the full moon cast long shadows across the patch, making the pumpkins look almost otherworldly.

"Come on, D! Where's your sense of adventure?" Greta grinned, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she peered over the wall. "Look at that absolute unit of a pumpkin. It's practically begging to be borrowed."

Ferdinand chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. "Borrowed? Is that what we're calling it now?"

"Temporary relocation for festive purposes," Greta declared with mock seriousness, making Ferdinand snort.

Samuel, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly perked up. "Guys, check this out!" He held up a handful of seeds he'd apparently already pocketed. "These will be perfect for my special greenhouse project."

"You didn't!" Dona hissed, glancing nervously at the darkened farmhouse. "Put those back!"

"Nah, man, these are prime genetics. Old Lady H grows the best stuff in the county." Samuel tucked the seeds into his jacket pocket, grinning lazily. "Besides, what's she gonna do? Put a curse on us?"

Greta's eyes lit up as she spotted her target - a massive pumpkin that must have weighed at least 200kg. "Right, time for action. Ferdi, love, give me a hand?"

"I still think this is a terrible idea," Dona muttered, but she found herself following the others into the patch anyway. The moon disappeared behind a cloud, plunging them into darkness.

"Might as well grab some while we're here," she reasoned with herself, picking up several small decorative pumpkins and stuffing them into her backpack. They were so cute, and she could use them for her room's Halloween décor.

Ferdinand was helping Greta position her chosen pumpkin when he spotted a perfectly round specimen about the size of a basketball. "This one's calling my name," he declared. "Much more manageable than your monster."

"You're just lazy," Greta teased, preparing to roll her massive pumpkin down the slight incline. "On three!"

The giant pumpkin began rolling, picking up speed as it went. They all watched, half-terrified and half-amused, as it bounced off a fence post and finally came to rest near Samuel's car.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ferdinand whispered excitedly, tucking his smaller pumpkin under his arm.

Dona looked at her backpack full of mini pumpkins, then at Greta's behemoth. "This is going to end badly, I just know it."

They managed to load their haul into Dona's beaten-up F150, though Greta's pumpkin took up most of the boot space. As they pulled away from the farm, the moon emerged once more, casting an eerie glow over the patch they'd just raided.

"My place?" Dona suggested, still feeling guilty. "Parents are away at some Halloween party in Leeds."

"Perfect!" Greta bounced in her seat. "We can carve these bad boys and get properly spooky."

Twenty minutes later, they were sprawled across Dona's living room, their stolen pumpkins arranged on newspaper sheets on the floor. Samuel was already rolling what he claimed was "just a cigarette" at the coffee table, carefully mixing in some of the stolen seeds.

"I can't believe we actually did that," Dona said, arranging her collection of small pumpkins in a neat row. "I feel awful."

"Live a little, D!" Greta was circling her massive pumpkin like an artist surveying a canvas. "This is going to be the best jack-o'-lantern ever."

Ferdinand sat cross-legged next to his modest pumpkin, already sketching out a design. "Not everything needs to be bigger is better, love," he teased Greta.

None of them noticed the first changes beginning - they were too engrossed in their carving plans. But as Samuel lit up his "special cigarette," something very strange indeed was about to happen in Dona's living room.

The living room filled with sweet-smelling smoke as Samuel passed his creation around. Dona hesitated before taking a small puff, while Greta enthusiastically partook.

"Is it just me," Ferdinand mumbled after a while, squinting at his hands, "or is this coffee table getting taller?"

Greta giggled, stretching her arms above her head. "Nah, babe, you're definitely getting shorter. And I think..." She stood up, wobbling slightly. "I think I'm getting taller!"

"It's just the weed," Dona said, but her voice sounded higher than usual. She looked down at her feet, which seemed further from the coffee table than before. "Right? Please tell me it's just the weed."

Samuel was staring intently at his pumpkin. "Guys, I swear these things are growing. Or... wait." He stood up and nearly lost his balance. "Bloody hell, when did everyone get so tall?"

Greta strode over to Ferdinand, a newfound confidence in her step. Something felt different - her clothes seemed a bit snugger, especially around her shoulders and thighs. She stood next to her boyfriend, who usually towered over her, and noticed the gap between them had definitely shrunk.

"Ferdi, stand up properly," she demanded, grinning.

Ferdinand straightened up from his slouch, but it didn't make much difference. He was now only a few inches taller than Greta, instead of the usual ten inches. "This isn't possible," he muttered, looking down at his girlfriend. His eyes widened as he noticed the subtle changes in her physique - her arms looked more defined, her shoulders broader.

"Look at my arms!" Greta flexed playfully, and sure enough, a noticeable bicep peaked. "I've never had muscles like this before!" She poked Ferdinand's chest. "And you're definitely smaller, love. Your shirt's all baggy now."

Dona had curled up in an armchair, looking increasingly tiny. "This isn't funny anymore. I can barely reach the floor with my feet!" Indeed, her legs now dangled several inches above the carpet.

Samuel had slumped against the wall, watching everyone with glassy eyes. "You're all like... changing sizes. Like Alice in Wonderland or something." He held up his hand to his face, examining it. "Why do my hands look so small?"

Greta strutted around the room, clearly enjoying the changes. She'd always been the shortest of the group at 5'4", but now she stood a proud 5'7" and growing. Her black leggings strained against increasingly muscular thighs, and her crop top revealed abs that definitely hadn't been there an hour ago.

"This is wild," she laughed, walking over to Ferdinand and easily lifting him off the ground. "Ferdi, babe, I think I'm stronger than you now!"

Ferdinand yelped as his now 5'11" frame was hoisted into the air by his shorter but surprisingly powerful girlfriend. "Greta! Put me down!"

"Make me," she teased, holding him bridal style with seemingly no effort. "This is bloody brilliant!"

Dona watched the scene with growing horror, especially when she realized she had to look up much further than usual to meet Greta's eyes. At 4'9" and shrinking, even the coffee table was starting to look intimidating. "Samuel," she squeaked, "what exactly did you put in that joint?"

Samuel, now a measly 5'2", just shook his head. "Nothing weird, I swear! Just some regular stuff and those pumpkin seeds..." He trailed off, his eyes widening. "Oh shit."

"The pumpkins," Dona whispered, looking at their stolen haul. "It's the pumpkins!"

Greta finally set Ferdinand down, admiring how her biceps bulged as she flexed. "You know what? I'm not even bothered. This is the most interesting Halloween ever!" She walked over to her massive pumpkin and patted it affectionately. "Good choice, eh?"

Ferdinand tugged at his now loose-fitting clothes, trying to process how his formerly petite girlfriend could manhandle him so easily. "Your arms are actually bigger than mine now," he noted with a mix of admiration and concern.

"Everything's bigger than yours now, love," Greta winked, flexing again. "Well, not everything... yet."

"This isn't funny!" Dona protested, her voice getting higher as she continued to shrink. "What if we don't stop changing? What if-"

A sudden knock at the door made them all freeze.

"Trick or treat!" called a child's voice from outside.

They all looked at each other in panic. How would they explain their current situation to anyone?

"Nobody move," Greta whispered, then giggled. "Not that some of you can reach the door anyway."

Samuel groaned from his spot on the floor. "Very funny. But seriously, what the hell are we going to do?"

"Well," Greta said, examining her increasingly muscular arms, "I vote we see where this goes. I mean, it's probably temporary, right?" She walked over to Ferdinand and easily picked him up again, just because she could. "Besides, this is kind of fun!"

The others stared at her in disbelief, while outside, more trick-or-treaters gathered on Dona's porch, unaware of the size-shifting chaos taking place inside.

"Here," Greta said, tossing the bowl of sweets to Ferdinand. "You look the most... normal." She smirked as he caught it, noting how the bowl seemed bigger in his increasingly smaller hands.

"Cheers," Ferdinand muttered, heading to the door. He glanced back at the bizarre scene in the living room - his girlfriend now sporting visible muscles that strained against her clothes, Dona looking like a primary school student, and Samuel practically a toddler.

As soon as Ferdinand left, Dona jumped up from her chair (which was becoming increasingly difficult to get in and out of). "Wait, wait! I think I've figured it out!" Her voice was almost comically high-pitched now. "Everyone, grab your pumpkins!"

"Bit difficult when they're bigger than me now," Samuel grumbled from his spot on the floor, eyeing his regular-sized pumpkin that now looked massive to him.

Dona waddled over to her collection of mini pumpkins, which were becoming increasingly larger relative to her diminishing size. "Look! All my pumpkins are tiny, and I'm shrinking. Sam only took seeds, and he's shrinking the most. But Greta..." She turned to look up - way up - at her friend.

Greta stood with her hands on her hips, her massive pumpkin next to her. The crop top that had fit perfectly an hour ago now rode up her torso, revealing carved abs that would make a fitness model jealous. Her leggings, stretched to their limit, showed off quads that bulged with each movement.

"I took the massive one," Greta finished, her eyes widening with understanding. "Bloody hell, Dona, you're right! The size of the pumpkin affects how we change!"

She walked over to Dona, her steps making the smaller girl bounce slightly. "This is mad. You barely come up to my hip now!" To demonstrate, she placed her hand on top of Dona's head, laughing at the size difference.

"Stop that!" Dona squeaked, ducking away. "This is serious! We need to-"

The sound of the front door closing made them all turn. Ferdinand stood there, bowl empty, looking significantly shorter than when he'd left five minutes ago.

"Ferdi!" Greta exclaimed, striding over to him. She stopped right in front of him, a delighted grin spreading across her face as she realized she had to look down to meet his eyes. "Love, you're adorable!"

Ferdinand gaped up at his girlfriend. At 5'6", he now had to crane his neck to look at her 6'3" frame. Her shoulders were broader than his, her arms noticeably thicker. She looked like she could bench press him with ease - which, he realized with a mix of fear and fascination, she probably could.

"What happened while I was gone?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"Dona figured it out," Greta said, casually lifting his chin with one finger. "It's the pumpkins. The bigger the pumpkin, the bigger we get. The smaller..." She gestured at their shrinking friends.

"That tiny one you picked," Samuel piped up from his spot on the floor, "is why you're joining the shorts club, mate."

Ferdinand looked at his modest pumpkin, which now seemed to mock him. "So you're telling me that while I was out there dealing with sugar-high children, you lot figured out why I can suddenly see up my girlfriend's nose?"

"Pretty much!" Greta beamed, flexing her bicep right in front of his face. "Want to feel? They're rock hard now!"

"Greta, focus!" Dona called out, her tiny form trying to project authority. "This is getting out of hand. Look at us! I'm the size of a child, Samuel's practically a baby, Ferdinand's shrinking, and you..." She gestured wildly at Greta's increasingly impressive physique. "You look like you could enter a strongwoman competition!"

"I know!" Greta said excitedly, picking up Ferdinand just because she could. "Isn't it brilliant?"

"Put me down!" Ferdinand protested, though with less conviction than before. It was hard to maintain dignity when your girlfriend could hoist you around like a ragdoll.

"Make me," Greta teased, easily holding him with one arm while flexing the other. "Come on, try to break free."

Ferdinand struggled half-heartedly, but it was like trying to bend steel. Greta's arms, now thick with muscle, didn't budge an inch. "This is surreal," he muttered.

"Tell me about it," Samuel said, his voice tiny. "At least you can still reach the bloody coffee table."

Dona was pacing, which looked rather comical given her diminutive size. "We need to figure out how to stop this. Or reverse it. Or something!" She looked at her collection of mini pumpkins accusingly. "Why did I have to take so many small ones?"

"Because they matched your flat's aesthetic?" Greta suggested, finally setting Ferdinand down but keeping one strong arm draped over his shoulders. The size difference between them was now comical - her powerful frame dwarfing his increasingly slight one.

"Not helping!" Dona squeaked. "We need to- oh no."

"What?" Ferdinand asked, trying to shrug off Greta's arm and failing.

"The pumpkins. My bag was full of them. What if..." Dona's eyes widened in horror. "What if having more pumpkins means the changes multiply?"

They all stared at her, then at her bag of mini pumpkins, then back at her.

"Well," Greta said, grinning down at all of them, "this should be interesting."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Dona's increasingly tiny voice reached an almost ultrasonic pitch as she felt herself rapidly shrinking. Her clothes, already loose, now hung off her like a tent. "Make it stop!"

"This is actually mental," Greta marvelled, watching her friends diminish while she continued to grow. Her t-shirt had given up trying to contain her expanding muscles, the fabric splitting along the shoulders. "Look at my bloody delts!"

"Bit hard not to," Ferdinand mumbled from his new height of 4'5", his phone looking comically large in his hands. "Everything about you is... quite noticeable now."

Greta struck a pose, her 6'7" frame casting a shadow over all of them. Her legs, thick with muscle, strained against her leggings. "I could probably enter Mr. Olympia at this rate, never mind the women's division."

"Instead of flexing, maybe help?" Dona squeaked, stumbling as she lost another few inches. She tripped over her now enormous clothes, tumbling right into Samuel.

"Careful there, tiny," Samuel grinned, steadying her with hands that were now the same size as hers. At 2 feet tall, they looked like living dolls. "Though I guess I can't really call you that anymore, can I?"

Dona felt her face heat up, suddenly very aware of how close they were. Even in this absurd situation, her crush on Samuel made her heart race. "This is absolutely mortifying," she whispered.

"Could be worse," Samuel shrugged, keeping his arm around her. "At least we're in this together."

"Oh, this is precious!" Greta cooed, bending down to look at them. From their perspective, she was like a mountain of muscle. "You two are absolutely adorable!"

Before either could protest, Greta scooped them up in her massive hands. "Look at you! Like little action figures!"

"Greta!" Dona squealed, clinging to Samuel as they were lifted high into the air. "Put us down!"

"In a minute," Greta grinned, bringing them close to her face. "I just want to appreciate how cute you both are. You could fit in my pocket!"

Ferdinand looked up from his phone, which now resembled a tablet in his reduced hands. "If you're quite finished playing with them like dolls..."

"But they are like dolls!" Greta protested, carefully setting them on her broad shoulder. "Stay put, munchkins." She flexed her arm, the bicep swelling to the size of their torsos. "Want to use this as a bench?"

"Greta!" Ferdinand snapped, his voice cracking slightly. "I think I found something. About the pumpkins."

That got everyone's attention. Greta plucked Dona and Samuel off her shoulder, setting them gently on the coffee table before crouching down (still towering over Ferdinand) to look at his phone.

"Local legend says Old Lady Henderson's pumpkins have to be returned before sunrise on Halloween," Ferdinand read, squinting at the screen. "Or the changes become permanent."

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"Permanent?" four voices echoed in varying pitches.

"Bloody hell," Greta straightened up, her head nearly brushing the ceiling. She looked down at her massive frame, flexing experimentally. "I mean... would that be so bad?"

"Yes!" Dona's tiny voice piped up from the coffee table. "I can't stay this size forever! I'd need a doll house to live in!"

"And I quite liked being taller than you," Ferdinand added, having to crane his neck almost completely back to look at his girlfriend.

"Right," Samuel said, his mind finally clearing from the earlier smoke. "So we need to get back to Henderson's. But how? I can barely reach the pedals of my Corsa now."

"We'll take my truck," Dona offered. "Dad just got me that F150 for my birthday - plenty of room for all of us and the pumpkins."

"Can any of us even drive?" Ferdinand asked, looking at his now-tiny hands.

Greta flexed her massive arms. "Well, I'm the only one tall enough now, and these muscles aren't just for show." She struck a pose that made her biceps bulge. "I can handle a truck."

"The keys are on the hook by the door," Dona said, then added nervously, "Just... be careful with it? Dad will kill me if anything happens to it."

"More careful than we were with the pumpkins?" Samuel quipped, earning a gentle swat from Dona that, given their size difference, nearly knocked him over.

"Speaking of which," Ferdinand interjected, "how are we going to load everything? Some of us can barely lift these pumpkins anymore."

"Leave the heavy lifting to me," Greta grinned, already moving toward her massive pumpkin. "Though we better hurry. Don't fancy explaining to your parents why their daughter is now fun-sized."

They spent the next few minutes gathering their stolen goods, with Greta doing most of the work while the others tried to adapt to their new proportions. Loading the truck proved to be an adventure in itself, with Greta having to help everyone up into the vehicle like a mother helping toddlers into their car seats.

"This is humiliating," Ferdinand muttered as his girlfriend lifted him into the passenger seat.

"Think of it as a role reversal, love," Greta winked, then turned to the others. "Right then, all aboard the size express!"

Greta struggled to fold herself into Dona's F150, her broad shoulders barely fitting behind the steering wheel. She had to push the seat all the way back, and even then, her muscular thighs were cramped under the dashboard.

"Need a booster seat, love?" she teased Ferdinand as she helped him climb into the passenger seat. His feet dangled well above the floor once he was settled.

"Very funny," he grumbled, looking more like a child in the oversized truck. "Just drive carefully, yeah? We've got precious cargo in the back."

In the rear seats, Dona and Samuel sat close together, both so tiny they could have used doll furniture. The seatbelt draped over them like a blanket.

"This is honestly the weirdest Halloween ever," Samuel whispered, his tiny hand finding Dona's.

Dona opened her mouth to respond but stopped abruptly. A strange tingling sensation spread through her body. "Oh... oh! Something's happening!"

They all watched in amazement as Dona began to expand, her diminutive frame slowly but steadily growing. The seatbelt started to fit more normally, and soon she was looking down at Samuel rather than eye-to-eye.

"The pumpkins!" she gasped, her voice becoming less squeaky as she grew. "It must be all the ones I took!"

"Fascinating," Greta mused, watching through the rearview mirror as Dona continued to grow. "Though you're still tiny compared to me, darling."

The growth continued until Dona was back to her original size, while Samuel remained doll-sized beside her. The size difference between them was now comical - he barely reached her hip even sitting down.

"This is getting ridiculous," Ferdinand sighed, noticing he'd lost another inch or two himself. The seatbelt now crossed his face rather than his chest.

"We need to stretch our legs," Greta declared, pulling over near a wooded area. "Well, I need to stretch my legs. The rest of you can probably do star jumps in here."

They piled out of the truck - or rather, Greta helped the others down like a mother helping her children from a high chair. She stretched her massive frame, her muscles rippling impressively under the streetlights.

"Much better," she sighed, rolling her shoulders. Then she noticed Dona swaying slightly. "You alright there, D?"

"I feel... strange," Dona mumbled. Then it started again - but this time, she wasn't just returning to normal.

They watched in amazement as Dona began to grow rapidly, her body expanding in every direction. Her clothes, already stretched from the previous changes, began to strain anew as muscles formed beneath them. Her shoulders broadened, her arms thickened, her legs became powerfully built.

"Bloody hell," Samuel squeaked from somewhere near ground level. "This is like Attack of the 50-Foot Woman!"

Dona's growth continued until she was looking Ferdinand in the eye, then beyond. Her newly muscular frame towered over him and tiny Samuel, though she still had to look up at Greta.

"This is... different," Dona said, flexing an arm experimentally. A sizeable bicep peaked, nowhere near Greta's massive guns, but impressive nonetheless.

Greta's confident smile faltered slightly. She was used to being the powerful one now, but Dona's transformation was giving her unexpected competition. She felt a slight tingle as her own body responded, adding another inch of height and more muscle mass, as if refusing to be outdone.

"Well," she said, still looking down at Dona but with less of a height difference than before, "this is getting interesting."

"You're telling me," Dona replied, easily scooping up the now thoroughly tiny Samuel in one hand. "This feels... amazing, actually."

Ferdinand and Samuel shared a worried look - they both seemed to shrink a bit more just watching the two amazonians compare biceps under the moonlight.

"Ladies," Ferdinand called up, his voice sounding younger as he got smaller, "maybe we should focus on fixing this before you both end up looking like the Hulk's big sisters?"

"Spoilsport," Greta and Dona said in unison, then laughed at the synchronicity.

"He has a point though," Dona conceded, gently cradling Samuel against her muscular body. "We should probably get to the patch before anyone else changes size."

"Fine," Greta sighed, helping a protesting Ferdinand back into the truck. "But I'm still the strongest."

"For now," Dona muttered under her breath, climbing into the back seat with Samuel held protectively in her arms.

As they pulled back onto the road, the truck now carrying two powerful amazons and their increasingly tiny companions, none of them noticed the faint glow coming from the patch in the distance. Old Lady Henderson's pumpkins weren't done with them yet.

Sam nestled comfortably in Dona's lap, feeling increasingly tiny against her expanding thighs. "You know," he whispered, looking up at her newly chiseled jawline, "this is kind of nice."

"Shh," Dona smiled down at him, trying not to move too much as she felt her body slowly but steadily expanding. The truck's roof seemed to be getting closer, and she had to keep adjusting her legs to avoid cramping.

"Oi!" Greta suddenly snapped from the driver's seat. "Stop pushing my seat!"

"I'm not trying to," Dona protested, attempting to curl her increasingly long legs into the shrinking space. "There's just... not much room back here anymore."

"Well, figure it out," Greta grumbled, but even she had to adjust her seat forward a bit to give Dona more space.

By the time they reached Old Lady Henderson's street, the truck felt like a clown car. Greta stepped out first, her massive frame unfolding from the driver's seat. Ferdinand needed help getting down, looking more like a primary school student now.

"Come on then," Greta called to the back seat occupants, but her voice caught as Dona began emerging from the truck.

It was like watching a magic trick - Dona just kept coming up and up, unfolding to her full height until she was eye-level with Greta. Her clothes, stretched to their limits, revealed a physique that, while not as densely muscled as Greta's, was impressively athletic.

"Well," Dona said, holding Sam in one hand like a precious toy, "this is different."

Greta's eyes narrowed slightly. She was used to being the powerful one, and this new development didn't sit well with her. "Different, yeah. But I'm still stronger." She struck a pose, her muscles bulging impressively. "Want to compare?"

"Seriously?" Ferdinand's tiny voice came from below. "Now?"

But Dona was already stepping forward, her competitive spirit awakened. "Sure, why not?" She carefully set Sam down next to Ferdinand, both men now looking like children next to the towering women.

Greta positioned herself next to Dona, turning sideways and flexing her bicep. "Come on then, match this."

Dona mimicked the pose, their arms pressing against each other. At first, Greta's peak was clearly higher, her bicep more defined. She grinned triumphantly, maintaining the pose as she turned to gloat.

That's when it happened.

Dona felt the now-familiar tingling sensation intensify. Her arm began to swell, muscles expanding and hardening. She grew taller too, inch by inch, until she was distinctly looking down at Greta.

"What the..." Greta started, but her words trailed off as she watched Dona's bicep peak rise above her own, the muscle now clearly larger and more defined.

"Sorry," Dona said, not sounding sorry at all. She flexed her other arm, admiring how her muscles danced under her skin. "Guess those multiple pumpkins really pack a punch."

From ground level, Sam and Ferdinand gaped up at the two amazons, though there was no denying who was more impressive now. Dona's transformation had surpassed Greta's in every way - she was taller, broader, and more muscular.

"Right then," Dona said, her voice carrying a new authority. She reached down and scooped up Ferdinand in one hand and Sam in the other, lifting them effortlessly. "Greta, be a dear and grab the pumpkins from the truck bed."

"But I-" Greta started to protest.

"That wasn't a request," Dona interrupted, her voice firm but playful. She lifted her arms slightly, showing off how easily she could hold both men. "Unless you want to compare strength again?"

Greta's mouth snapped shut. She turned towards the truck, muttering under her breath about multiple pumpkins being cheating.

"This is mad," Ferdinand whispered from his perch in Dona's right hand.

"Brilliant though, isn't it?" Sam replied from the left, gazing up at Dona with undisguised admiration.

Dona looked down at her tiny cargo, then over at Greta struggling with the pumpkins, and couldn't help but smile. "You know what? It kind of is."

"Shh," Dona smiled down at him, trying not to move too much as she felt her body slowly but steadily expanding. The truck's roof seemed to be getting closer, and she had to keep adjusting her legs to avoid cramping.

"Oi!" Greta suddenly snapped from the driver's seat. "Stop pushing my seat!"

"I'm not trying to," Dona protested, attempting to curl her increasingly long legs into the shrinking space. "There's just... not much room back here anymore."

"Well, figure it out," Greta grumbled, but even she had to adjust her seat forward a bit to give Dona more space.

By the time they reached Old Lady Henderson's street, the truck felt like a clown car. Greta stepped out first, her massive frame unfolding from the driver's seat. Ferdinand needed help getting down, looking more like a primary school student now.

"Come on then," Greta called to the back seat occupants, but her voice caught as Dona began emerging from the truck.

It was like watching a magic trick - Dona just kept coming up and up, unfolding to her full height until she was eye-level with Greta. Her clothes, stretched to their limits, revealed a physique that, while not as densely muscled as Greta's, was impressively athletic.

"Well," Dona said, holding Sam in one hand like a precious toy, "this is different."

Greta's eyes narrowed slightly. She was used to being the powerful one, and this new development didn't sit well with her. "Different, yeah. But I'm still stronger." She struck a pose, her muscles bulging impressively. "Want to compare?"

"Seriously?" Ferdinand's tiny voice came from below. "Now?"

But Dona was already stepping forward, her competitive spirit awakened. "Sure, why not?" She carefully set Sam down next to Ferdinand, both men now looking like children next to the towering women.

Greta positioned herself next to Dona, turning sideways and flexing her bicep. "Come on then, match this."

Dona mimicked the pose, their arms pressing against each other. At first, Greta's peak was clearly higher, her bicep more defined. She grinned triumphantly, maintaining the pose as she turned to gloat.

That's when it happened.

Dona felt the now-familiar tingling sensation intensify. Her arm began to swell, muscles expanding and hardening. She grew taller too, inch by inch, until she was distinctly looking down at Greta.

"What the..." Greta started, but her words trailed off as she watched Dona's bicep peak rise above her own, the muscle now clearly larger and more defined.

"Sorry," Dona said, not sounding sorry at all. She flexed her other arm, admiring how her muscles danced under her skin. "Guess those multiple pumpkins really pack a punch."

From ground level, Sam and Ferdinand gaped up at the two amazons, though there was no denying who was more impressive now. Dona's transformation had surpassed Greta's in every way - she was taller, broader, and more muscular.

"Right then," Dona said, her voice carrying a new authority. She reached down and scooped up Ferdinand in one hand and Sam in the other, lifting them effortlessly. "Greta, be a dear and grab the pumpkins from the truck bed."

"But I-" Greta started to protest.

"That wasn't a request," Dona interrupted, her voice firm but playful. She lifted her arms slightly, showing off how easily she could hold both men. "Unless you want to compare strength again?"

Greta's mouth snapped shut. She turned towards the truck, muttering under her breath about multiple pumpkins being cheating.

"This is mad," Ferdinand whispered from his perch in Dona's right hand.

"Brilliant though, isn't it?" Sam replied from the left, gazing up at Dona with undisguised admiration.

Dona looked down at her tiny cargo, then over at Greta struggling with the pumpkins, and couldn't help but smile. "You know what? It kind of is."