This drabble is dedicated to the ever-amusing CoolioTheReviewer. And it's also the reason why I've upped the rating on this collection a little. Innuendo ahoy!


If anyone was listening very closely outside Ginormica's quarters, they would hear any amount of groans, sighs, little grunts of effort, and even a few mild, girly swear words. Eventually the door--now a modified garage style that could be opened at will--rolled up and the giantess herself slipped out into the main room of the complex, flushing and clutching her clothing awkwardly about herself.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" came the polite, not-so-unexpected call from Dr. Cockroach.

"Um..." She knelt down. "This is a little embarrassing, but... Can I ask you a favor?" she asked in a low voice.

"You certainly may."

"Could you... zip up the back of this dress for me? I keep trying, but I just can't reach it."

"Of... course."

She giggled a little as he crawled up her leg and hip, around to the small of her back. It was but the work of a moment to grab the oversized zipper and heave it upwards. Even the slick, silky material was no match for his insectile grip.

"There you are, my dear," he informed her lightly, perching on her shoulder.

He caught the edge of the grateful smile she flashed as she stood up and began smoothing the creases out of the cocktail dress. It was as utilitarian as the rest of her government-made wardrobe, simple snug blackness from bust to mid-thigh.

"Thanks, Doc. You're a lifesaver," she said distractedly, still tugging nervously at the garment. "You don't think it's... I mean, I look okay, right?"

He glanced down at her from his spot just above her collarbone. Almost immediately, his gaze snapped up, staring unseeingly straight ahead and he cleared his throat awkwardly. "You look... stunning," he assured her in a somewhat strangled voice.

Noticing the catch in his tone, she tried to look at him but couldn't get more than a peripheral glimpse. "O-Oh. You really think so?"

"I know so," he said, voice toned back to modulated politeness. Of course, it help that he was looking up at her face this time rather than...

Well, her jumpsuits certainly never offered that particular view.

A blush dusted her cheeks. "Sorry. I must sound pretty dumb. It's just... I've never been to an awards ceremony before. 'Specially not one I was getting an award at."

"I wouldn't worry about it, dear. It's a new experience for us all, I should think."

"Yeah... Well, I should probably try to do something with my hair." She plucked idly at a silver lock, then put a hand to her shoulder. The doctor stepped onto it gracefully and she lowered him to the ground before retreating into her room.

...Completely missing the latest round of flustered choking from Dr. Cockroach.

It was a rather short skirt for someone that tall to be wearing.


A/N: If anyone's been following the "Favorite Susan/Dr. C Moments" thread on the MvA... That's why this story exists. Again, thanks to Coolio for all the skeevy goodness, and the observation that kicked it all off: When B.O.B. goes "Look at his boobies!" in the movie, Dr. C totally check out Susan's rack.

I make no apologies for any of this.