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"Okay, Lisa, that takes care of the easy stuff," said Eric, setting down his camera and taking out a couple of small jars, which he set down in the display case nearby. "You ready for the really serious photo session now?"

"Sure," replied the lovely cosplayer, looking every inch the perfect Wonder Woman in her classic red-and-blue outfit with gold trim. "You guys paid for the deluxe photo package, so you've got me for the next few hours."

"Glad to hear it," Greg told her with a smile, unable to keep his eyes off her amazing body. "Here's the deal, then. The rest of this photoshoot is all about a particular issue of the classic Wonder Woman comic from the Silver Age - volume I, issue #210, to be precise. To do that issue justice, I need you to drink this." He held up one of the little jars, with a prominent "Shrinking Formula" label on it. As she eyed it curiously, Eric stepped up with a mock-up of the comic book in question, and Lisa saw the cover image and title matched the jar pretty closely.

"Oh, I get it!" she remarked, making the connection. "Okay, so I just stand here and drink, then?"

"Yes, please, just take a single swig of it while we film you, all right?" Eric told her, grabbing the camera and prepping the shot.

She complied, figuring the liquid inside might be flavored water or something, but instead it tasted more like a flat diet soda. She swallowed carefully, trying to look as good as possible in the photo. "What now?" she asked, but even as she waited for more instructions, she felt her head starting to spin. She put her hand to her temple, frowning, and then felt herself losing consciousness, slipping into a nearby chair just in time.

She awoke to find herself stretched out on a flat surface, her arms and legs stuck tightly against the wooden panel by some kind of thick, silvery adhesive strip. She struggled for a moment but gave up, unable to get any leverage to escape. She looked around, stifling her panic, catching sight of a huge tape dispenser, as well as what looked like the potion bottles on the rack nearby. They looked the same as before, just blown up to enormous proportions. She noticed then that the second one said "Extra Strength" on it, in smaller letters underneath the original title. What's that for...? She shook her head, trying to make sense of what she saw. What happens in issue #210, anyway...?

"T-that wasn't a real shrinking potion, was it?" she called out worriedly. "This is some kind of set, right? P-please tell me this is just a set..."

"I'm afraid not," came Eric's voice, even as he and Greg both stepped into view, their enormous heads filling the sky. Eric held up a gigantic camera bigger than herself, even as Greg leaned in closer, a huge pair of tweezers in his fingers. "This is going to be the best cosplay session ever...!"

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"Okay, Lisa, that takes care of the easy stuff," said Eric, setting down his camera and taking out a couple of small jars, which he set down in the display case nearby. "You ready for the really serious photo session now?"

"Sure," replied the lovely cosplayer, looking every inch the perfect Wonder Woman in her classic red-and-blue outfit with gold trim. "You guys paid for the deluxe photo package, so you've got me for the next few hours."

"Glad to hear it," Greg told her with a smile, unable to keep his eyes off her amazing body. "Here's the deal, then. The rest of this photoshoot is all about a particular issue of the classic Wonder Woman comic from the Silver Age - volume I, issue #210, to be precise. To do that issue justice, I need you to drink this." He held up one of the little jars, with a prominent "Shrinking Formula" label on it. As she eyed it curiously, Eric stepped up with a mock-up of the comic book in question, and Lisa saw the cover image and title matched the jar pretty closely.

"Oh, I get it!" she remarked, making the connection. "Okay, so I just stand here and drink, then?"

"Yes, please, just take a single swig of it while we film you, all right?" Eric told her, grabbing the camera and prepping the shot.

She complied, figuring the liquid inside might be flavored water or something, but instead it tasted more like a flat diet soda. She swallowed carefully, trying to look as good as possible in the photo. "What now?" she asked, but even as she waited for more instructions, she felt her head starting to spin. She put her hand to her temple, frowning, and then felt herself losing consciousness, slipping into a nearby chair just in time.

She awoke to find herself stretched out on a flat surface, her arms and legs stuck tightly against the wooden panel by some kind of thick, silvery adhesive strip. She struggled for a moment but gave up, unable to get any leverage to escape. She looked around, stifling her panic, catching sight of a huge tape dispenser, as well as what looked like the potion bottles on the rack nearby. They looked the same as before, just blown up to enormous proportions. She noticed then that the second one said "Extra Strength" on it, in smaller letters underneath the original title. What's that for...? She shook her head, trying to make sense of what she saw. What happens in issue #210, anyway...?

"T-that wasn't a real shrinking potion, was it?" she called out worriedly. "This is some kind of set, right? P-please tell me this is just a set..."

"I'm afraid not," came Eric's voice, even as he and Greg both stepped into view, their enormous heads filling the sky. Eric held up a gigantic camera bigger than herself, even as Greg leaned in closer, a huge pair of tweezers in his fingers. "This is going to be the best cosplay session ever...!"