I saw the look on my sister's face when she checked her phone.
I saw her freeze with shock as she stared at the tiny screen.
I saw a video of a mouse the size of a Saint Bernard.
I saw new possibilities I never imagined were possible.
I saw my reflection in the mirror near the door.
I saw a short, scrawny geek no one took seriously.
I saw my sister's lab key card, as well as her car keys.
I saw an opportunity.
I saw the tiniest glint of suspicion in her eyes, as I slipped out the door.
I saw the brand new sports car she'd purchased with her new salary.
I saw determination—or perhaps desperation—in my eyes as I adjusted the rearview mirror.
I saw my sister burst out the front door as I pulled away.
I saw rows of palm trees lining the road to the research lab.
I saw the bland, nondescript building, blocked off by caution tape.
I saw emergency exit doors near the loading bay, left open following the evacuation.
I saw a barrel leaking a glowing purple slime.
I saw a security guard in my periphery, screaming at me to stay clear
I saw her slip and fall into a small puddle of the mystery solution.
I saw her frantic scramble to get away—fearing very fate I so desired.
I saw her clothing grow tight and constricting from only brief exposure.
I saw the neon fluid crackle with life as it flowed toward my exposed toes.
I saw white.
I saw black.
I saw the ceiling before my vision drifted down.
I saw a deep chasm between two monumental breasts.
I saw another security guard approach as I sat up.
I saw directly into her terrified eyes, while I was still seated.
I saw the tips of my fingers at the edges of the veritable sea of undulating breast flesh.
I saw remnants of my cute dress, reduced to shreds by my expanding form.
I saw the ceiling above me growing closer before I even started climbing to my feet.
I saw a tiny guard below me, confounded by the absolute joy on my face.
I saw the power I now wielded, as my increasingly massive body pulverized the concrete under my feet.
I saw debris trickle down as my head pressed into the lofty ceiling.
I saw windows rattle from my booming laughter.
I saw a structure lacking the fortitude to hold me for long.
I saw the new place I now occupied in this tiny world.
I saw my joyful tears fall nearly a dozen feet to a puddle on the otherwise dry ground.
I saw a problem.
I saw I'd stopped growing, my body having absorbed the last of the fluid.
I saw a small army of emergency personnel outside.
I saw enough monster movies in the past to recognize how this could end.
I saw how far I'd gotten with so little.
I saw a second barrel.