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A #!!giantess Adventure
Scott Grildrig
09-Feb-1997 Disclaimer: This is not an ideal story to share with the family around the
fireplace. Children and small pets should steer clear of this thing, and focus
on their Barney neurosis's. Enjoy…
It is a dark and stormy night…. The author, pleased with his originality, looks
about for the next line, and finds it under the dresser playing tag with the
dust bunnies. Realizing that his audience is wavering, the panicky wordsmith
refers to his carefully garnished crib-sheet, and howls in frustration. Who is
the miserable twit who decided to write wrong handed on a white piece of paper
with yellow highlighter? With much beating of head against the table the author
works to recreate the mode of sensory shutdown responsible for his dictational
debacle, and is pleased to report that with blurred vision he can now clearly
make out the word: XYZZY. This tale is the result of that unceasing physical
abuse…
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"* Goddess-Amy has enough little guy shims for her left foot while her nails
dry…"
"* Caylea is playing a very one sided game of tag with several little men…"
"* Viner is chatting with chops, when she should be studying… :-)"
"* ChantiliLace lures Ken and Brainiac with carefully tossed bits of dark
chocolate…"
"* Silkylegs is luring Ken back her way with carefully shown bits of silky
leg…"
"* Theexotic lifts her locket to admire Erick2 and Bsteen…"
"* Lorilei is raiding #!!getsmall (third time today), you can hear the screams
in #!!giantess …"
The IRC scintillated with conversation, happy little electrons hastened hither
and thither delivering their precious cargo of words with all the technical
prowess of the Internet. In other words, the channel sporadically lagged out,
locked up and split twelve ways, and people soundly cursed DALnet whilst they
reestablished communication.
"Hi. Hi. HiHi. Hello. Hi'ya. Howdy. Aloha…" The hail of hellos heated up until
the group mended its Internetal wounds with a plethora of greetings and wb's.
" Hi, greetings from the windy city. The company let me travel
again…"
" Just trying out a new version of mIRC (v5.13). Hey, what's this
do…?"
GAAAAAA-ZAP!!!
DALnet folded up like a cheap deck chair.
"Hi. Hi. HiHi. Hello. Hi'ya. Howdy. Aloha." The group reloaded itself, then
(metaphorically) cast about in confusion, until Steven_p, in a tone that would
have done Spock proud, shouted in dismay: "THE WOMEN!"
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ChantiliLace was surrounded. Surrounded by buildings. Surrounded by cars.
Surrounded by people. This was not to her liking, not being able to move around.
She looked up at the starry sky, a lone airplane winked its way across the
heavens, dragging its roar behind it; no escape there. Her eyes flipped from
side to side, her heartbeat quickened, she had to get out. She wanted her
Imtooshort. She drew breath, bent forward and shouted: "Move out of my
way…NOW!!!" Her eyes crackled like azure lightning.
There was a moment of appalled silence. The people stared up at Lace. Lace
stared down at the people. Suddenly the crowds started to surge away. You could
hear the people speaking as they hastened to clear the streets: "Yes, Ma'am.
Moving. Right away."
"Faster!" she commanded.
"Faster. Yup. Moving faster." The crowds melted away like ice from a hot oven.
Lace composed herself, tugged down on her white miniskirt, shifted her blouse
with it's black trim and golden buttons, and combed her fingers through her
strawberry blonde hair. She strode with dignity down the tiny streets, her five
hundred foot tall frame filling the avenues, her eyes searching for Imtooshort's
building. She was upset and needed cuddling, but when she came to the building,
there was no evidence of her little lover's presence. Unpleased by the turn of
events, she grasped the skyscraper between her hands and yanked it up from its
foundation. Concrete and steel rained down upon her feet as she lifted the
building and peered into Imtooshort's office window. Chaos greeted her regard,
tiny people flailing in a storm of flying office furniture, but no sign of her
beau. Then a wild honking drew her attention, she looked down, and delightfully
slammed the building back down on its foundations, leaving it somewhat askew.
Bending down she grasped and lifted Imtooshort's blue Impala, and held it up so
she could peer in. Her tiny man waved uncertainly to her, then smiled and waved
more vigorously as she blew him a little kiss. Her long giantess legs soon took
them both far from the city…
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Viner stood in the lake, and mused upon the strange turn her life had taken.
She had been chatting on her PC. Someone named '' said something,
there was a flash, and now; well, now she was standing in a lake. The water,
which thankfully was not too cold, reached up to her thighs. But even now, here,
being who knows where, was not the question uppermost on her mind. Instead, her
attention was fully given to a miniature tugboat, it's lights winking in the
night, chugging in a wide turn that led away from her. For a toy, it was a
remarkable piece of work, and wading forward she reached down and scooped the
tiny thing out of the water, and lifted it so she could look it over.
She almost dropped it when she peered into the wheel-house and saw its tiny
crew.
They were perfectly tiny little men. Perfectly tiny terrified little men to be
more accurate, and Viner carefully set the tug back into the water and watched
it weave away erratically. For the first time she really took a look around, and
in growing amazement. Everything was lit by the full moon, adding an eerieness
to the whole spectacle. She was standing on the verges of a harbor leading into
what appeared to be her home city of Minneapolis, and she stood there for a long
moment just gazing at the tiny boats milling about upon the water.
The boat operators for their part were mesmerized by Viner.
She stood in water more than two hundred feet deep, and it only reached to her
thighs. Her tan body soared into the sky. She wore a scanty pair of shorts, and
a loose purple top. Her long hair stirred in the breeze coming off the lake. She
seemed lost in thought, and the boats began to slow and stop in the water,
watching to see what she would do next.
They didn't have to wait long.
Viner smiled at a sudden thought. Maybe if she went to her house, she could find
a way to get to her PC, and figure out what happened. And with that in mind she
waded towards the docks, intent on getting home. Her sudden movement startled
the crud out of the countless little boats, which bumped into each other in
their hurry to escape. Not that they could have escaped, or even had need to,
because Viner took a path that was clear of obstructions, leading to an
abandoned section of the docks. Which was just as well, because when she stepped
out of the water her bare feet crunched the wood planking and concrete piers
with the same effort as stepping on a stack of crackers. Looming over the docks
and quays, her wet legs glistening in the moonlight, she headed towards the
city…
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Amy rolled over and into the in-ground pool. Water fountained out onto the deck
and she whooped and reached out with both arms.. Her hands struck ground on both
sides, her feet were still dry, and her green eyes darkened as she wondered what
the hell was going on. Grasping for better purchase her hand closed upon
something small which bent and crumbled. Glancing to her right she frowned at
the tiny lawn chair she was holding in her hand. Her eyebrows raised slowly, and
she dropped the broken thing and lifted herself out of the pool, which wasn't
small; sixty feet long if she remembered right, yet it was big enough to hold
only a portion of her body. A quick measure by sight and she figured she was
about one hundred feet tall. She looked down. She was still wearing her body
stocking, the black one, which did little more than obscure her lovely body. Ah,
the risks of living comfortably. Her full, round breasts shifted heavily as she
bent forward and tried to squeeze out some of the water. The damp material clung
to her like a second skin, hiding even less than usual, but it would dry out
quickly. Looking at her feet she noticed tiny dark lines radiating away from her
heel and toes. Shifting her foot, she watched as cracks shot out in the concrete
as it fractured under her weight. No doubt about it, she was a big lady. She
poked idly at the patio furniture with her long toes, and wondered just what the
hell was going on. One glance at the house made it clear that she wasn't going
in through the front door, but hunkering down on her knees she was able to
glance in the window. Her computer equipment had looked better, blue smoke
curled up from the PC, and the telephone line was a black sooty line across the
floor. She leaned forward and rested her head against the house. Chicago. Just
before everything had gone weird, the last chat had come from someone named
Chicago. Amy pursed her lips and stood up, towering over her former residence,
the lights of Atlanta burned in the distance. It was time to go traveling…
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Lorilei towered eighty feet over the rows of suburban homes, her blonde hair
stirring in the warm night air. She was staring down at her high heeled sandals,
which were brightly illuminated by the street lights. Her head felt a bit muzzy,
and she was only just beginning to appreciate that there had been a significant
change in her standing in the world. She felt rather like Alice: adrift without
the benefit of logic and proportion. The word 'Chicago' floated up into her
memory, that was it, she had to get there; but first she wanted a look around.
Reaching down, she smoothed out her short black dress against the tugging of the
breeze so she could get a better look at her feet. It took her a moment to
resolve her bird's eye view into a line of parked vehicles. Her eyes widened as
she compared a miniature Chevy truck against the length of her foot. She tapped
her foot, and the truck bounced, she tapped harder, and the truck heaved and
lurched on its springs in time to her beat. A slow, evil grin spread joyously
across her lovely face, and she twisted her foot, placing the little truck under
her sole.
As she stepped down slowly upon the vehicle she noticed a tiny man to her left,
standing under a tree. He wasn't watching her, he was watching her shoe as it
slowly pressed down upon the tiny truck. Lorilei smiled and took her time. She
felt the tiny cab press against her sole, felt the truck settle onto its
springs, heard it groaning as she applied more pressure. There was a tinkling
crash, and shards of glass sprayed out from under her shoe as the windows blew
out. Lorilei smiled, she wasn't even breaking a sweat as she wrecked her little
play toy. She went on to flatten the tiny truck in earnest, and the sound of
grinding and breaking metal was delightful to hear. The tires burst with sharp
rifle cracks, and Lorilei pressed the truck flat, and grinned as the tarmac
shattered and sank under her weight. Lifting up her left foot she spun around on
her toes, grinding the compacted truck into the road. She stopped herself with
her left foot pointing straight at the little man who was watching her.
"You might as well come out," she told him. "You won't like it if I come to get
you."
The tiny man hesitated, then stepped out, and Lorilei laughed when she saw him.
"Loki, you idiot, what are you doing?"
"Just watching," he answered, his hands folded in front of himself in a awkward
manner.
"Liar," said Lorilei, and she poked him with the toe of her shoe, sending him
tumbling ass over teakettle. Raising her shoe she stepped down, catching him
under the arch of her high heel. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't step on
you, just to feel how you crunch."
Loki was too distracted by her shoe hovering over him to answer.
Lorilei laughed and pirouetted upon her toe, and was pleasantly surprised to
find herself growing, rising into the night. Growing from eighty feet to
something around two hundred. Dropping her left foot with a shock that shook the
earth, she moved her dress to peer down at Loki.
"Oh, icky, look at the little bug," she grinned, and tipped her shoe on its heel
and held her sole above the tiny man. Loki was mesmerized, his eyes never
straying from the tan bottom of her shoe. "Shouldn't you be running, little
bug?" asked Lorilei, and she began to lower her foot.
Loki moved backwards, but slowly, far too slowly.
"Too bad, little bug," grinned Lorilei, and she lowered her foot more, pinning
Loki to the ground. She bet he half expected that she wouldn't do it. That was
his mistake, and she cruelly pressed down until his body burst beneath her shoe
with a noisome little crunch.
Lorilei grinned widely as she casually smeared Loki across the ground, crushing
a little man was way better than bugs. She was going to Chicago, maybe just to
step on it…
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Caylea lay flat upon a grassy field, wondering what was wrong; besides the fact
that a moment ago she had been typing away at her machine, and was now outside –
somewhere. The grass felt strangely silken beneath her fingers, impossibly soft
and fine. She remembered nothing. There had been a flash, and now she was here.
Where? She lifted herself up, and suddenly wasn't alone. She was in a village
park, surrounded by high trees; their canopy blocking the light of the full
moon. In front of her a man stood with his back against the truck of a stately
tree. She peered down at him, and blinked, then her jaw dropped.
"Oh, cool," she breathed. She was about thirty-five feet tall, and the little
man was so small and delicate. Hesitatingly, she reached out with her hand,
wanting to touch him, to lend reality to the situation. The little man shrank
from her and she stopped, not wanting to harm him.
"I'm sorry," she said gently. "It's just so unreal." And she placed her hand
upon the ground. Suddenly the little man let out a whoop!, darted forward and
leapt upon her left hand. Caylea started and almost flung him off, then narrowed
her eyes and peered closer at him. "Tinywulf?" He jauntily waved up at her, and
she rewarded him with a smile fit to melt cold stone. "Fancy meeting you here."
"It wasn't my idea," he said.
"No?" Caylea asked, and she shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting
back, smoothing her white dress down, her high heel shoes bracketing Tinywulf.
"Any idea who did?" But Tinywulf was distract by her shoes, glancing from side
to side; he started as he realized she was addressing him.
"Um, sorry?"
Caylea smirked, and reaching down removed her shoes, setting them to her side.
Then she brought her bare feet together, catching Tinywulf between her long
toes. "Do I have your attention now?" she purred sweetly.
"Yes," squeaked Tinywulf, and he coughed and spoke in a deeper voice, "Yes,
Caylea."
"Oh, good. Now, do you have any idea what happened?" And she wriggled her toes.
Tinywulf tried, he really, really tried to focus on the question, while Caylea
gripped and hugged him and massaged his little body. "Chicago!" He blurted out.
Caylea raised an eyebrow. "Chicago?" Then it came back to her, the channel, the
nickname, that enigmatic message. "Who is Chicago?"
"I don't know, but he said he was there."
Caylea nodded her head slowly, then reached over and picked up her shoes. "Then
that is where I'm going."
"Can I come too?" asked Tinywulf.
"Certainly, darling," and she released him and stood up.
She rose out of the shadows cast by the trees and emerged into the moonlight.
Without warning the world zoomed away. Caylea rocked on her heels, made dizzy by
her sudden, unexpected growth. Trees that had towered above her now reached no
higher than her ankles. Looking down she saw that Tinywulf had fallen over
backwards trying to follow her explosive growth. She stared down at him at
something of a loss, which was unusual for her. There was no reason not to go to
Chicago, more reason in fact; and no reason not to take Tinywulf with her. And
yet he was so preciously small, she didn't want to imperil him. She glanced
around for inspiration, and her eyes settled upon her shoes. Lifting the right
shoe, she looked inside and smiled. There was a small leather insert in the sole
which bore the trademark of the manufacturer. Dropping her left shoe, which
startled the daylights out of Tinywulf, Caylea worked on her right shoe, and
managed to pry the label out with her fingernail, leaving a small cavity in the
bottom of the shoe. Caylea set the shoe down and offered Tinywulf her finger to
give him a boost. Without saying a word she set him down in the heel of the
shoe.
Tinywulf looked around. The sides of the shoe rose up like vast bulwarks leading
down into the darkness of the sole and toes. The leather beneath his feet felt
soft and yielding. Before him the inside of the shoe sloped steeply, and he
cautiously approached it. Caylea's intentions had eluded him, but when he saw
the space she had created for him he cried out "Yes!" and threw caution to the
winds and leapt down the arch to the midpoint, where he tumbled into the
depression. It was a great fit, and he laid himself out in it, head up, arms at
his sides, and looked up. He saw Caylea's smiling face, then a shadow passed
between then, casting him into darkness as her toes appeared and moved closer.
The shoe rocked slightly, and air rushed past him as her toes descended past him
into the front of the shoe. He sensed more than saw the ball of her foot slide
over him, then her soft, wrinkled sole; and the shoe trembled and swayed, then
steadied as she finished slipping her foot into it. The air whooshed aside from
the sudden rise in pressure, and suddenly Tinywulf's lair had a roof. There
could be no escape, and he froze in a sudden claustrophobic panic. Just what the
hell was he doing, this was no game, and Caylea could crush him like an ant. But
his cubby was secure, filled with the scent of leather mingled with the
sweetness of Caylea's sole. He reached out and touched her with his hands,
feeling her warmth. He kissed her sole. Suddenly there was a movement, the shoe
slammed up beneath him, pressing him back into it. The acceleration shifted
towards his feet, and his guts lurched as he went into free-fall, then landed
with a jolt and Caylea's sole pressed down into his cubby, sandwiching him
between the leather and her flesh. There was a respite, then it began again:
Caylea was walking, and the ride was incredible. Tinywulf abandoned himself to
the sensation, hugged in the darkness again and again.
Caylea smiled down at him from high overhead.
Lifting her foot, she carefully slipped her foot into the shoe, and Tinywulf
vanished from her sight. Standing very still she slowly shifted her weight onto
her shoe. A light tickle upon her sole made her smile, and she relaxed and her
shoe sank into the ground as it received the rest of her weight. Looking up at
the stars she hunted down the two dippers, and started off north, taking care
where she walked…
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Silkylegs stared up at the night sky, the stars burned and pulsed in the
heavens, but she took scant notice of them. She had been at home chatting on her
machine, killing time between parties, when there came a flash and…and now she
was outside. Somewhere close by she heard the wind rustling in leaves, though it
sounded strangely close. Sitting up she looked around and gasped. Ahead of her
was the ocean, breaking calmly against the coast, gently rocking the sailing
vessels in a nearby harbor. Around her were palm trees, ordered to the tastes of
a suburban area, with cars in their driveways and houses with their lights on.
But it was wrong: everything was out of scale, small, tiny, insignificant. The
palm trees were so delicate that she was able to pluck one up with no more
moment than a flower. Tossing it aside she reached for one of the closer
vehicles, a mini-van. The car felt slightly heavier than she expected it to be,
but it was no effort at all for her to lift it, and she looked it over in the
moonlight, mesmerized by exquisite detail; no mere model could be so perfect.
She was enjoying a pleasant buzz from her drinking at the first party, so the
reality of her situation was slow in coming, but as she looked at the car she
began to believe: "I am a giantess."
That thought was too delicious for words, and she dropped the mini-van and
looked around behind her; off in the distance blazed the lights of Los Angeles.
Silk's face lit up, and she rose to her feet in one fluid motion. Looking down
she smoothed out her dress. She was dressed to party, no reason to waste the
chance, and she started towards the beckoning city. People fled from their homes
as the earth shook, and stared up in amazement as she strode into the distance…
--- : --- : ---
Theexotic stared down at the little car blaring its horn at her red shoes with
the spike heels. The guy was either drunk or unremittingly stupid, maybe both,
and the two hundred fifty foot tall beauty had no reason to tolerate any of it.
When she left the little car a moment later it looked like a Swiss cheese, it
had so many huge holes in it. She wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but the
lofty perspective was refreshing, and she was enjoying herself. For a long while
she contented herself looking down at the world, at the tiny cars moving through
the tiny streets, and the tiny homes and the tiny trees and the tiny tiny
people. It seemed strange that no one was paying attention to her, but it was
dark, and people have a unique way of overlooking the obvious.
She remembered seeing the nickname 'Chicago'. That didn't seem very helpful, but
maybe going there would help. Whatever came, she wanted to enjoy her new size,
first. It was a happy chance that she was wearing her black spandex pants with
the matching grey silk top. Around her neck hung a locket. She felt sexy and
dangerous, and she was on the hunt to fill her trinket with some tiny guys. She
entered deeper into the city…
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Lorilei approached Miami from the south, five-hundred feet tall, slowly rising
above the horizon, shaking the earth beneath her. At first her eyes were only on
the city, bright with anticipation as she crossed through the miniature suburbs,
oblivious to the crunching of homes and trees beneath her high-heeled sandals.
But as she came closer, it became apparent that there was more to the picture.
Her first clue was the hundreds of tracers arrowing towards her, her second was
the interesting sensation of being under heavy fire. It didn't hurt, but it was
annoying, and her dress was being soiled. Lorilei had a very simple way of
treating with little annoyances. It started with a two miniature jeeps, advance
scouts, barreling down the highway back towards the city. Her shoe, a black
strap sandal with a solid four inch heel slammed down upon the weaving vehicles,
instantly compressing them into the tarmac, which cracked loudly and sank into
the earth. Without hesitating Lorilei closed upon the countless tanks, rocket
launchers and infantry, and gleefully began to crush them: sometimes tapping
them with her toes. Sometimes stomping hard on them. She spotted one tiny
soldier fleeing from her left shoe. She stomped her foot, and the ground lurched
beneath the man and he fell. As he looked up, he found himself making eye
contact with the beautiful giantess, and he turned pale with fear. Lorilei
smiled down at him, placed the toe of her shoe upon the ground far ahead of him.
He turned to look, and watched as the sole of her shoe came down far ahead of
him. It wasn't until it was too late that he thought to look up, and screamed in
gut clenching terror.
KER-runch! Lorilei grinned and pressed her heel deep into the ground, then went
in search of more prey. She was cruelty incarnate, sometimes just lightly
touching the fleeing men with her feet, and letting their broken little bodies
writhe in agony before squishing them like ants. And she laughed at them,
sometimes mockingly, sometimes just with delight at her power and meanness.
Within a short period of time she reduced the army to dollops of crushed metal
and grease stains. Then she entered the city.
Cars and people filled the streets, honking horns and screaming in the midst of
dozens of traffic jams. Lorilei came upon one of the larger vehicular melees and
leaned up against a skyscraper to watch. Suddenly a strange, eerie silence
descended as the little people spotted her, and wondered what she was intending
to do. Lorilei smiled sweetly at them, and raising her right foot, placed it
flat against the building behind her. People in the structure stared in
wonderment at the bottom of her high heel, but Lorilei's attention was upon the
tiny cars and people.
"Does anyone here want to show me around the city?" she asked.
The people didn't budge, frozen as deer under headlights.
Lorilei frowned prettily. "Too bad, I guess I'll have to look around for
myself," and she pressed back with her right foot and thrust her heel into the
building, slaughtering those foolish enough not to have fled. With a single slow
continuous motion she drove her heel down through the little skyscraper, gouging
a massive furrow through it, gutting it. Then she started walking towards the
tiny cars and people. Metallic crunches and gurgling shrieks greeted her every
step. Sometimes she toppled buildings. The smaller ones were a treat to kick,
since they exploded like bombs. But all of this fun was a lot of work. Lorilei
grinned and hoped the locals appreciated the effort she was putting into
crushing their pathetic little berg. Eventually, she had wrought enough mayhem
that she yearned for someplace a bit more intact.
Lorilei left the ruins of Miami behind her, and made her way north, striding up
the coast, wrecking havoc wherever she appeared, and as she had her fun she
continued to grow, looming ever larger over the tiny world spread out before her
cruel feet.
Fort Lauderdale: Crunch, crunch, crunch…hahaha.
Palm Beach: Stomp, stomp, stomp…bwahahahaha.
Stuart, Fort Pierce, Vero Beach: Kick, stomp, jump, crunch…muahahahaha.
The people around those parts learned three things about Lorilei: she was
gigantic, she was sadistic, and she enjoyed herself to an extent that was simply
terrifying.
Those little tidbits of knowledge weren't particularly useful to Orlando or
Disney world. The Disney executives watched in horror as the thousand foot tall
giantess ate into their profits with every incredible step. Thousands of
visitors, convinced Lorilei was some kind of special effect, ran towards her
instead of any from her (not that it probably mattered), she was only too happy
to greet them with the bottom of her shoes. Two years later the Disney execs
recouped most of their losses with their sixtieth full length Disney animation:
"Girl's Town". Lorilei was scarcely recognizable in the movie, which featured a
talking Kuala, a brace of singing guppies, and a schmaltzy plot.
But that was in the far future. In the near future Lorilei continued north, and
was nearly two miles tall when she arrived on the outskirts of Atlanta. The
inhabitants of the city were not pleased: three disasters in one year were three
two many. Though most were at least fleetingly happy when Lorilei smeared the
Olympic Village under her shoes. Lorilei wasn't even aware that she had trodden
on the thing. Her attention was focused on the delightfully tiny 'high-rises'
before her. She'd always wanted to stomp flat several buildings at once, and now
it seemed she'd have her chance.
With one hand upon her hip, and one at her side, she set her high heel on the
edge of the business section, and slowly lowered the sole of her shoe onto the
roofs and spires of the tiny skyscrapers. Those people underneath witnessed a
view without compare. The tan bottom of her shoe cast a black shadow that the
makers of Independence Day could only dream of. The ground trembled even though
all she sought was to maintain her balance.
When the sole of her sole touched the first skyscrapers, people could see (those
who were watching, instead of screaming and running) the tops of the structures
crumbling, raining debris onto the streets far below. Some buildings shifted on
their foundations and crashed down onto the city. Some buildings distorted,
their infrastructures bursting out from within, twisted steel skeletons bending
and scrunching under her foot. Some buildings broke more easily than others,
their facades avalanching onto the people below. Some were more resilient, and
the strongest ones didn't just break or topple – they exploded.
And while all this cruel mayhem was taking place, while Lorilei's shoe kept
descending, kept crushing the buildings down, demolishing the city with all the
ease of snapping a twig, she could be heard chuckling, enjoying this minor (to
her) show of her power. Those people who escaped from the ruin of Atlanta were
not spared. Some few had the honor of feeling Lorilei's unimaginably huge foot
actually touch them, press down upon them, unstoppable, implacable, cold and
cruel as it snuffed out their tiny lives, and compressed them deep into the
bedrock that was beneath the city.
It only took a few steps to complete her sport. That and the pleasure of
stirring her heel in amongst the wreck and rubble. Soon, nothing remained of the
city but a smoking wasteland. Lorilei smirked at her mischief, and went in
search of fresh victims…
--- : --- : ---
ChantiliLace paused and looked around. In an hour of walking she had carried
Imtooshort and his car far into the countryside. Forested hills rolled gently
away from her in all directions, save to her right, where a wide meadow flowed
down to a still lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Smiling happily she crossed
the meadow and set the auto down near to the water's edge. Then she laid herself
down and rested her chin upon her arms and waited. Imtooshort, no fool he,
hunted the radio for some appropriate music. The flitting strains of a Spanish
guitar filled the night air and wafted across the lake. Climbing out of the car,
he walked towards his colossal love, and Lace smiled sweetly at him as he
approached. She dipped her head when he was close enough, and sighed as she felt
his hands upon her lips. Then he kissed her.
There, on that strange night, the moonlight spoke its magic, and Lace's eyes
widened as she felt Imtooshort press against her lips with increasing strength.
It happened fast, but not too fast. The lovers kissed and Lace watched in wonder
as Imtooshort began to outgrow his name. Reaching up he was able to hold her
face in his tiny hands. Lace had to lift herself, slowly rising to her knees,
while Imtooshort found he had to fall to his. Lace found herself looking into
the twinkling eyes of her lover, and hers fluttered to half-lid as she sighed
happily and threw herself into the kiss.
They sat by the side of the lake, holding hands. Imtooshort had moved his car
from the waterline to a place by the trees "Could put the tow-trucks out of
business," he chuckled. Lace laughed with him and snuggled closer. "Careful
there," he warned, you'll heat me up.
Lace emphasized her snuggle with a wriggle. "Let's go for a swim," she said
suddenly.
"Forgot my suit," he said.
"Good," she answered, and she began to unbutton his shirt.
Not one to fly in the face of good fortune, he returned the favor, unbuttoning
Lace's blouse. Slowly, deliberately, they striped each other naked, then with a
laugh Lace dashed into the lake, sending up a vast plume of crashing spray and
foam.
"How's the water?" he asked her as she paddled about in the deeper parts.
"Oh, splendid," she said. "So warm and nice. Join me."
Her beau stood up and all but leaped into the water, disappeared beneath the
surface. When he emerged a moment later, he let out a whoop! that echoed for
miles. "It's so cooooold," he shivered. Lace laughed and splashed water at him,
he growled and splashed back, and soon the air was full of water and giggles.
Suddenly Lace realized that her target was missing. She glanced around as the
water settled back down to their still repose.
Suddenly firm fingers danced their way up her thighs, across her belly and up
her back. Lace shrieked as Imtooshort surfaced behind her and tickled her
unmercifully. Not to be outdone she repaid him in measure and soon the forest
were echoing with cries of "Gotcha!" and "Nono, not that!"
Playful as otters the giant and the giantess sported in the lake, and the
tickles became caresses and the cries became soft words, and the pair resumed
their kiss…
--- : --- : ---
Amy strode purposefully into Atlanta. Her lips spread in a smile of eager
anticipation as she herded thousands of tiny people ahead of her stockinged
feet. The little people were so small, so delicate, so…well…crushable. She felt
a thrill of cruel power course through her body. She was a goddess
Amy reached out with her stockinged foot and placed it in the midst of the
shrieking, panicking little people. She paused when she felt their tiny hands
beating desperately against her sole, it felt delicious, but she didn't want any
of them to escape, and she gently pressed down with her foot, effortlessly
pressing them all down against the pavement. Tiny people around the sides of her
foot tried to get away, but the crowd was too dense, and they couldn't escape
far enough.
Amy smiled, "Don't worry," she promised. "You will all get a turn," and she
stepped down. Miniature bodies exploded beneath her heels and toes, and squished
nicely against her sole. She grinned fiercely as her foot sank into the tarmac,
and warm gore welled up. It felt good, standing there on her first victims, and
she wriggled and curled her toes. But there were so many more. With a laugh of
delight she began to slowly dance a sexy bump and grind, her hands raised and
swaying, her body undulating as she let her feet have their way with the tiny,
helpless mobs of people. Amy was in rapture, and she playfully bumped the
buildings with her hips, giggling when they broke and caved in. Lurid flames
rose into the night, and the air was full of scream and sirens. Amy spotted some
people diving into a car near her right foot. She waited expectantly until it
began to move, then placed her foot atop it. She could feel the tiny thing
vibrating against the ball of her foot, so small and helpless. She pressed down
slowly, forcing the roof down on the little men, trapping them, terrifying them
until she crushed them and their puny vehicle like a bug. That was nice, but she
wanted to see their expressions for herself, so she could better experiance
their terror. So instead of stepping on the next car, she bent down and roughly
grabbed it, lifting it and it's tiny occupants into the night sky. Holding it
before her face, she peered in the little windshield at the people huddled
within. "I want one of you to get out – now," she commanded. The men just stared
back at her. Amy frowned. "I said now, and I mean now," she growled, and she
lightly pressed down in the roof, dimpling it inwards. There was some frantic
motion in the car, the rear driver's side door kicked open and a little man fell
out. Someone grabbed the door and pulled it shut. Amy lifted the car with her
left hand, holding it lightly in her fist, while she intently regarded the
little man in the palm of her hand. He cowered and tried to hide from her
scrutiny, and she laughed down at him. Raising him to her lips she whispered
huskily, "Worship me, and I may let you live." And she traced her tongue around
him, then on an impulse bent her head and took him into her mouth. He shrieked
and flailed wildly within her mouth, and she played with him roughly with her
tongue, then gently spat him back into her hand. She grinned down at him.
"You're cute," she said gently. He looked up, trembling with fear, but looking
hopeful. "I think I have a crush on you," she said, and she curled her fingers
into a fist. She felt him writhing within her grasp before she tightened her
grip and crunched him. "Oh, silly me," she giggled, "I meant I have a crush for,
you." She tossed the broken little body away, and lifted the car.
"That wasn't very nice, pushing him out of the car," she scolded them. "He was
crushed," she added with a wry grin. "And now it's your turn." And she laughed
with pleasure at the squalling terror of the tiny men as she slowly compressed
the car with her fingers. She could see them pounding against the car roof as it
inexorably closed down upon them, she could feel the tiny vibrations with her
fingertips, but their strength was nothing besides hers. Amy licked her lips and
pressed down, completing the crush, watching them die; then nonchalantly balled
the car up in her fist like tinfoil, and tossed it aside. With a whoop! she
stomped her feet in the still churning crowds playing rough with her toys, until
she noticed a bus, and with a feral gleam in her eyes she advanced upon it. It
barely fit beneath her foot, but it flattened nicely. The smashed bus had the
last laugh though, her stocking snagged upon the little thing, and tore a wide
rip from which her toes emerged. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she found a
clear spot and sat down to examine the damage. A long strip of material had been
hopelessly damaged. She pulled at the material and pushed her bare foot through
the hole.
Glancing around she spotted a car and picked it up. Smashing it against the
pavement she created an edge sharp enough to cut the material so it fit nicely
around her ankle, then she did the same for the other side. She slipped once,
and was surprised to notice that she was undamaged. Indeed, she had to bang the
car against the ground to recreate her makeshift knife. Feeling both big and
invulnerable, she leaned back against the building behind her, and glanced at
the tiny faces staring at her from the tiny buildings. With a mischievous grin
she placed her right foot flat against the face of the building, it felt cool
and fragile against her sole. She imagined all those tiny people, staring in awe
at the underside of her colossal bare foot, her long toes, her lovely sole, and
she grinned and slowly pressed her foot against the face of the building. The
glass and masonry resisted her at first, then with a booming crunch! great
cracks radiated outwards from all sides of her bare foot. Curling her toes, she
carefully tipped her ankle forwards and effortlessly forced her entire foot into
the building, then slowly straightened it up, demolishing the core of the
structure. She laughed at the sight of one of her toe nails through the tiny
windows, and she wriggled her toes. She felt something when she did that, and
clenching her toes lightly together she pulled her foot out of the building.
That was the final straw, and the whole structure slumped forward and noisily
avalanched into a pile of smoking rubble. But Amy's attention was centered on
her catch: two tiny men struggling between her big and second toes. She bent her
left leg up and set her right across it, and began to bounce her foot, giving
the tiny men the ride of their lives as they; laughing with delight as their
struggles escalated. She finally stopped and lifted her foot so that the two
tiny men were looking down at her. "Do you want me to let you go?" she asked
sweetly.
The two men nodded their heads, then started screaming "No!" as they thought
better about it.
"I am your goddess," she told them. "Worship my toes."
The men didn't hesitate, but began stroking and kissing the soft warm flesh
around them.
Amy smiled up at them, "Very good. Will you two do anything for your goddess?"
They nodded, never ceasing in their ministrations.
"Anything at all?" she drawled. Again they nodded. "Oh good," she breathed,
"Then squish nicely for me," and she licked her lips and slowly began to curl
her toes. The two tiny men shrieked and beat in vain against the her toes as
they closed in around them. Amy took her cruel time, slowly crushing the life
out of her little play toys, tightening her grip until their puny bodies yielded
to her cruel power with delicious little crunches. Then with a giggle she
flipped her foot and flung the broken little bodies away. Rising gracefully to
her bare feet she looked down at the hoards of tiny people that remained. "Okay,
who's next?" and she wriggled her lovely toes in anticipation…
--- : --- : ---
It was audition time for Theexotic. She was herding several thousand tiny people
down the streets of the city, and now had them bottled up in a cul-de-sac she
had improvised by toppling two buildings. She had grown some, and was on her
knees, sitting on her heels, sometimes leaning forward to peer into the crowd.
"You -- yes you -- the blonde; come here," she commanded, then waited
impatiently while the tiny man fought his way through the crowd and strode
forward. Theexotic liked his confidence. "Take off your shirt," she told him. He
did so and she reached out for him, brought him to her lips and gently rubbed
him back and forth, smearing red lipstick over his chest. "There, you have my
mark. Now you're mine," and she placed him in her locket, and forgot about him
while she looked for more.
The next man she selected came forward in a daze, and when she picked him up he
began shrieking and trying to burrow into the palm of her hand. "Calm down," she
ordered him. The wailing only escalated. With a sneer of disgust she whipped him
away. His tiny body slammed against a nearby building and splattered there, but
she was already selecting her next slave.
The guy was terrific looking, but he seemed very reluctant to climb into
Theexotic's open palm, and shrank back when she bent her head to mark him with
her lips. Lifting her head she raised her eyebrows. "Are you afraid of me?" she
asked. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't make you mine."
The little guy didn't hesitate, he pulled out his wallet and let drop a plastic
chain of pictures. Theexotic smiled sweetly at him, she didn't have to peer at
the microscopic photos. "Family man, hmmm?" she noted. He nodded. "Too bad,
you're real cute," and she gently ruffled his hair with her finger tip. "Okay,
take off. And say 'hi' to the family for me."
After that she found a lot more 'family' men. But she also hit pay-dirt,
including some surprises. "Bsteen?" she asked. The tiny man waved at her, and
was quickly transferred to her locket. The same went for Erick2, who pushed his
way to the front, and ran out, where others came forward only reluctantly.
Tinyboy was a bit of a holdout, and Thee caught him trying to sneak away. She
walked her fingers towards him, and barred his path. "Going somewhere?" she
asked. Tinyboy was still smiling apologetically as she dropped him into her
locket.
Soon she had a full stable of tiny men, and standing up, she strode off down the
streets. She wanted out of this city. It didn't take long for her to reach the
green flowing countryside, her footfalls causing the trees to shiver as she
passed. It's quiet peace was unbroken, until she heard the sound of an engine.
Pausing in mid-stride she looked around, unable to locate where it was coming
from, until without warning a little blue Dodge raced around the bend ahead of
her, glimmering in the moonlight. The car came to a rolling halt, and a tiny man
stepped out of the vehicle and waved. Theexotic narrowed her eyes, then began to
march forward; she recognized the little man.
Steven_p had seen Theexotic on the news, and decided to try and intercept her.
Finding her proved surprisingly easy, unfortunately, her approach, apart from
being magnificent and awesome, was also rather overwhelming. Steven staggered as
the ground shook, and the Dodge bounced upon it's shocks, and he hurriedly
opened the door and climbed back into the car.
Thee recognized him, and called out in a commanding voice, "Steven, stop!" But
Steven, rather intimidated by the high heel shoes bearing down on him, chose
valor over gallantry and put the Dodge's rear wheel drive to it's first, best
use. Dust flew as the car roared into reverse, just eluding Thee's questing
fingers as she snatched at the front of the vehicle. Weaving and sliding Steven
drove like a madman, with Thee in hot pursuit, until she gathered herself and
leapt over the tiny vehicle, her high heeled shoes rocking the earth as she
landed. Then, whether by design or by accident the car arrowed off the road,
narrowly missing her left foot. It crashed through the underbrush and bounced
out of sight under a stand of trees. Thee dropped to her knees, poking and
prodding at the foliage, but the car had vanished into the darkness, and only
silence answered her questions.
With some reluctance she continued on her way, walking down the country road,
admiring the enchanting vista. A magnificent lake, set within a viridian valley
looked delightfully inviting, and she headed towards it. The last several days
had been hot, and today was no exception Once arrived she knelt down and removed
her locket, then opened it and let free her stable of slaves.
"I've decided to relax in the water for a little bit. I want you with me, so
strip – now." And standing up she began to remove her clothes, draping them
across the canopies of nearby trees. A flicker of motion caught her eye, and she
slammed her bare foot down in front of a fleeing little man. Her foot sank deep
into the earth, and the little guy fell down and just stared at it.
"Don't rile me, Tinyboy" she told him gently. "You won't like it. Now, you want
to join the others and strip?"
Tinyboy couldn't obey fast enough.
She slipped into the water, and sighed happily. It wasn't deep enough to cover
her near the shore, but she was just looking for relief from heat. Turning her
head she glanced at the line of tiny, naked men. "Join me," she told them. And
they dashed into the water. Theexotic could hear them splashing and swimming
around her, a few aborted attempts were made to climb her arms and hair, but the
slopes were too steep or too slippery, and they failed over and over. After that
the sounds of splashing diminished and faded. Then she felt some gentle
questioning tugs at her pussy hairs.
"Make it quick," she ordered, and the little guys clambered up and onto her
belly. Theexotic relaxed and enjoyed the touch of tiny bare feet roaming around
her body. Some of the bolder ones dared to ascend her breasts, but even they
were too intimidated to do more than look around. She sighed contentedly, then
froze. Someone was still on land, watching her.
Under her half-lidded eyes she followed the motion through the trees, the men
walking upon her forgotten. The intruder tried to move stealthily from tree to
tree, but even by moonlight was sufficiently visible for Thee to track him as he
came closer and closer. A thought ran through Thee's mind, and she tensed,
waiting. The figure came closer, closer, and finally close enough.
Theexotic struck with a speed astonishing in one so gigantic. The tiny men upon
her naked body were unceremoniously tossed into the water, but Thee never
noticed as her hand crashed through a stand of bushes, and her long fingers
wrapped themselves around the startled tiny man. She pulled him out slowly, her
eyes dark and questioning, until she saw who she held.
"Steven!"
"Thee!"
"Why did you run?"
"I'm not sure," said Steven, in apologetic tones. "No, that's wrong; you
terrified me. I'm sorry, I came to try to help you then panicked and ran away.
Can you forgive me?"
Thee smiled with her eyes and purred softly, "I could never stay mad at you,
little man, and you did return to me. Good thing too," she said sternly "because
if I'd found you on my own I might not feel so generous; but whatever, you're
mine now," and she caught his shirt between her fingernails and effortlessly
ripped it from his body, then she lowered him to her warm lips and tagged him
with a kiss. But this time was different. An electric buzzing filled the air,
and a bright blue spark leapt between Thee's lips and Steven's lipstick smeared
chest. Far from being painful, it was delightful, and Thee's eyes bored into
Steven's as she extended the kiss, then set him down upon the ground sloping
down to the lake. "Strip," she commanded "and join the others."
Steven started to obey, then paused.
"I have some blankets back in my car, may I get them?"
Theexotic mused for a moment, then nodded. "Hurry back, or I'll come after you."
Steven grinned and dashed back into the woods.
Thee smiled and lay back in the water, watching Bsteen, Erick, Tinyboy and the
others as they clambered back up onto her body and explored her. From time to
time her lips tingled.
Steven was lost.
He blamed it on the moonlight, and this strange feeling crackling within him,
but none of that helped him in his present plight. Sighing deeply he leaned
against a tree and wondered if he could find his way back in the darkness, or
perhaps if he yelled loudly enough Thee might hear him and come looking. He was
drawing breath when the first electric shock coursed through him, doubling him
over. It didn't hurt, but it felt too weird to express in words, and he fell to
the ground, twitching and gasping, and oblivious to the strange crashing and
crunching noises occurring all around him.
Thee ordered everyone out of the lake. Steven was late, and she'd had enough.
She dressed herself, but denied that luxury to her tiny slaves. Still, it had
been a rough day, and the little guys settled down quickly. Thee stared down at
them, a smirk upon her face as she stroked each one in turn with a gentle
finger. Yet all the while she wondered where Steven was, and whether he had lost
his nerve and decided not to return. That thought was unbearable, and blowing a
silent kiss to her tiny stable of slaves, she rose to her feet, towering over
them and the forest, and headed in the direction Steven had taken. She made a
frightful noise as she picked her way through the tiny trees, and despite her
best efforts soon began to doubt that she'd be able to find Steven amidst the
dense foliage, and thought if it might be safer for him if she returned to the
lake, lest she inadvertently trod upon him.
At that moment a figure rose up from the woods before her; large as her, lit by
the full moonlight. Thee's lips tingled as she recognized Steven, but now grown
enough to bear her passion, and her heart tripped lightly and she grinned
fiercely, and sprinted forwards.
Steven shook his head, and rose slowly, his eyes slowly focusing on the strange
vista around him, from the tiny trees to the silver moonlight. Even as he began
to really believe that he too had grown, he heard a sound behind him and turned,
just as Thee tackled him. Steven 'woofed' loudly, and the two of them tumbled
upon the forest, driving through the tangled woods as if they were naught but
meadow flowers. When they stopped Thee was atop Steven, straddling him, and
reaching out she lifted and cavalierly tossed aside an uprooted oak tree that
lay upon the bridge of his nose, then she bent to kiss him, and the air filled
with the sound of electric crackling; and summer lightning echoed silently in
the distance.
Things went from bad to worse for the trees, after that…
--- : --- : ---
Viner couldn't get over it.
Minneapolis was so darn small. Everything: the trees with their dainty branches
and dust-like leaves; the cars, perfect little models; the buildings large and
small, lit up like Christmas trees, shivering upon their foundations as she
passed them; and the people, the countless fingertip-sized people, scurrying
everywhere. Wouldn't her boyfriend be surprised if he could see her now. Well,
her ex-boyfriend. Viner growled to herself and put him out of her mind.
She was on the outermost edge of the city. Downtown lay about two miles ahead of
her. The sounds of the metropolis drifted up to her from all directions: car
horns, people noises. The city was reacting to her presence. She was having a
hard time adjusting, herself. It was weird having this unencumbered perspective,
looking down from the height of a skyscraper, yet being able to move in any
direction. Feeling the tarmac crunch under her bare feet added to the fantastic
feel of the whole thing. And it was even stranger realizing that she was the
source of all the consternation around her, of all the panic; but she wasn't
here to terrorize anyone, she wanted to get to her house, and that was in the
city. So she moved between the buildings, taking her time, since she had only
the street illumination to guide her, placing her feet with care, letting the
cars and people clear out of her way. It took time, but from her five hundred
foot tall vantage she was able to mark the best routes, and weaving in and out
amongst the tiny tree lined lanes she soon arrived at her home.
One problem just seemed to lead to another.
First, there wasn't really room enough for her to look her house over without
stepping on something. Viner corrected that problem by moving the parked cars
out of the way and uprooting some of the trees, but that action sent people
fleeing all the faster, and she had need of a Good Samaritan to enter her house
and try to figure out the cause all this mischief. She tried to obtain the
assistance of some of the tiny people, but their fear defeated her every
attempt, and she ceased to try, lest she harm anyone. Glowering darkly at her
house, she considered her options. Any effort to obtain her PC was bound to be
nasty, she couldn't imagine how she could get into her house without smashing
it. On the other hand, maybe she didn't need to get into it. At least not yet.
The house was about five inches tall, four wide and six deep. It was a duplex,
and the absence of a car by the road was proof enough that her neighbors had
fled. Tracing the ground around the house with her finger Viner was pleased to
discover that she could easily move the earth around the home. First she plucked
the phone and power lines free, then began to dig. It took some work, and
unfortunately she bumped the adjoining homes hard enough to damage them.
Moreover, she ripped through the water-main, and sighed as it sprayed mud and
water across the front of her house. Still after about ten minutes of work she
was able to work her house free from the ground, lifting it up, foundation and
all. It was so delicate, so toy-like, and such a rush to be holding her own
house in her hands. Fortunately, it was a sturdy old structure, and showed no
signs of falling apart. She stood up, being careful to support the bottom, so
that the basement and foundation wouldn't drop off. And yet she was unable to
keep the house as level as she wanted, and a nagging concern compelled her to
glance inside.
Oh well.
She'd been meaning to rearrange the furniture anyway. The inside of the house
looked like the after math of an earthquake, or an especially memorable party:
chairs, tables, books, papers were all strewn around each of the rooms into
which she peered. With a sigh she shook her house a little; might as well as get
any further damage over with, she would have a hard enough time keeping the rest
of the house from breaking apart.
The roar of a car engine broke into her reverie.
Viner glanced down, just in time to see a tiny white vehicle squealing its
wheels as it turned at the end of the street, its brake lights winking
frantically. From her lofty vantage she watched it as it headed towards
downtown. Her eyes widened, she recognized the car; it belonged to a girl who
she suspected as being the latest of her boyfriend's side catches, ex-boyfriend
that is. Now the little bitch was probably off to pick him up. Viner clenched
her teeth and followed after the speeding auto, and though she was still careful
where she stepped, she moved quickly, deeper into the city.
The lighted buildings mounted into the sky, some of them overtopping even her
vast height, making her feel like she was in a glittering wonderland. The little
white car drove wildly through traffic that was itself striving to clear the way
for Viner. The various side streets provided enough relief that Viner was able
to safely make her way along, stepping over street lights, and around those cars
unable to escape. But she was moving in a business like fashion now, and the
earth bounced heavily with every step she took. Buildings trembled upon their
foundations, raining down dust and bits of brick and mortar. Lights flickered,
and some died, and windows shattered from the impact tremors. Viner was clearly
making her presence known. The tiny white car made a wide turn around the office
building where Chops worked; its horn blaring wildly, though it could scarcely
be discerned from the other noises sounding from Viner's approach. She reached
the intersection where the vehicle had turned, and paused, peering around the
corner. The tiny car was stopped in the middle of the road, and seemed to be
waiting. Viner pursed her lips, and set her house down on the top of an adjacent
building, then doing a quick count of the windows, located Chops office. Looking
inside of the window she noticed that he was gone, and judging by the still
moving door, not for long. Viner looked down. Tiny people were beginning to pour
out of the main doors to the building. It would be impossible to locate Chops if
he blended into the crowd. So Viner moved her barefoot, blocking the escape
route of the tiny crowd.
"Listen very carefully," she spoke down to them. Scores of tiny faces looked up
at her. "Nobody leaves, unless I say so. I want you all back into the building,"
she commanded. "Now," and she stamped her barefoot for emphasis. It had the
desired effect. The crowd churned for a moment, then folded into itself, and
melted back into the building. Her little display of power accomplished even
more though. The cars and the people in the street behind her were stunned, and
in the sudden silence that followed she clearly heard a single car horn blasting
away.
Viner looked around the building and down, and her eyes darkened.
There, far below, she saw Chops, her ex-boyfriend, running across the street
towards the tiny white car. He had found a way past her, and was trying to get
away. A hollow chill filled her gut. If he had run towards her, she would have
greeted him, maybe even forgiven him, but now…no way. She saw Chops latest
girlfriend, Becky was her name, beckoning to him from the open car door, and the
chill within her flared into anger, and she turned around the building and
stepped forward.
Chops was dashing with complete abandon across the parking lot, when something
huge blew past him, sending him tumbling. He heard the most awful sound, and
clutched the ground as it lurched beneath him. When he looked up Becky's car was
gone, replaced by a tan barefoot of epic proportions. Chops' wide eyes slowly
followed the impossibly long and shapely leg up, up into the sky, to a pair of
ragged shorts, up higher past a purple top, to Viner's lovely, but stern
countenance.
"Lose something, Chops?" asked Viner, sweetly.
Chops shrank into himself, and began to back away, slowly at first, then faster.
Viner's eyes narrowed, his reaction to her was just making her more angry. Chops
spun about and ran, but there was no escape. Viner didn't even have to ta
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