Camille is frantic with worry. Having grown twice now, the treatment had utterly failed. She was massive, her hand dwarfing various objects in the room. Thoughts jump from the permanence of the treatment to the difficulties she might have pursuing her work. At this size, she’s grown too much too fast to have adapted to it, the saving grace that had until now allowed her and others to enjoy their slowly growing sizes.
Andrew Locascio
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