The girls looked at each other with rapid and panicked glances. The alien at the console clearly noticed the reaction, clearly understanding that the console had delivered a message that had been received by its audience. Vicky and the other girls  continued to glance at each other in sheepish terror. Why did these horrific creatures want to know who the leader was, and what special punishment lay in store for that unlucky person?

Vicky soon found herself anxiously flipping through the magazine as well-- evening out her eyebrows; giving her skin a healthy olive tone. The redness of her hair and freckles had always bothered Vicky -- disrupting her complexion -- but Vicky's new look turned the redness into beauty itself. Her eyes -- now a dark hazel-- and her richly auburn hair cast off a smoldering heat and intensity. Her skin now had an olive tone, and the freckles had become playful accents, ironic and girlish against the fully adult, fiery, seductive power of her new complexion.

 Vicky slipped out of view behind the tanker truck. A moment passed, followed by a monstrous groaning and creaking as the truck seemed to rise about six feet into the air. The tank bent slightly -- not designed to be supported in the middle -- and the truck cabin swung back and forth uselessly on its pivot.

Vicky walked back to them with the enormous truck held above her head. Small trees and street signs fell victim to the enormous object she carried. Even given the absurdity of the situation, Jared remarked at the exceptional physical attributes Vicky displayed. Her muscles were perfectly proportioned, and those tits were utterly unforgettable. How he wished he could get his hands on that body, especially if it was occupied by Vicky's old and meek personality, and not the one that carried around tanker trucks like toys.