The Birthday Goddess

A Goddess Sarah adventure!

Chapter 1: The Coolest Wish

So yeah, it's my birthday.  I'm 19!  Finally old enough to do

everything legally!!  When I

was 18 I was old enough to play the lottery and vote, but not old enough to

drink, except

in Quebec.  I sat around chilling with my friends, not a whole lot of us,

just a few: me,

(I'm Sarah), my other friend Sara, Zabrina (we call her Zabbee), Alicia, Emily,

Christina

(who we call Chris), Hannah, Angela (Ange), Kristi, Melanie (Mel), Victoria

(Vicky),

Jessica, and Megan (Meg—we don't like using full names).

Don't worry.  It's not a test to name them all.  You're gonna get to

know them all very

well REAL soon.

We were all sitting around, shooting the shit waiting for the boys to come over. 

Mmmmmm…yummy!!  We're going clubbing tonight.  Like I said, it's the

first time I

can do it legally!  I love it.  Of course, we started partying early. 

Molson flowed like

wine.  Gino beats oozed from the speakers, the windows pulsing with the

electric

rhythms.  Vicky rocked in a hypnotic trance nursing her Molson. I stood,

giggling at

something Chrissy said, trying to hold my feet and keep the world from spinning

when

Kristi bounded up to me.  She too was obviously totally trashed already. 

I saw her mouth

open and her words spill out like a badly dubbed Japanese movie.

"So what did you wish for?" 

I was like, so fucking confused.  Wished for?  Maybe I should have

layed off the Molson. 

It sorta clicked to me that I was the one that was totally trashed.  My

nose wrinkled in

confusion as I asked her, "Whaddya mean?"

"You know!"  Kristi pushed a blonde lock from her teddy-bear cute face. 

"Birthday

cake?  Candles?  Blowing it out?  Make a wish Sarah?  Any of

this ringing a bell?"

I didn't even think that she would have remembered earlier in the day.  Oh! 

The cheap

ass pre-party party with a cake and sang happy birthday.  I made a wish. 

I got a little

embarrassed – people aren't supposed to ask you this question!  I thought

back on it and

suddenly laughed, remembering my silly wish at the time.  I couldn't stop

giggling as I

told Kristi her answer, and I couldn't wait to see the expression on her

innocent face.

"I said I wished that we were fucking huge Kristi.  It's da dope shit, I

think."

Kristi's expression of bewilderment was the perfect compliment to her

way-too-blonde

looks.  "Fuckin' huge?  BUP!  You weren't even drinking then. 

What are you talking

about?"

I tried to explain it to her.  It's been a fantasy of mine for over a year

– a silly idea that I

love dearly, the idea of being big.  I mean REAL big.  Like, bigger

than the biggest

building big!  "Ma, you stupid troia…what don't you get?  I wanna be

HUGE…so huge

that we can do whatever the fuck we want, when we want, and nobody can stop us. 

I

think it's an awesome wish."

"Eh, I still don't get it."  She was obviously going for a blonde-moment

academy award.

I slopped down another drink of cold Molson, the bitterness sliding across my

tongue as

if I had just licked the outside of an orange. "Think of the freedom to do

whatever we

wanted!  Just do what we feel!  Go anywhere we wanted, step anywhere

we wanted,

nothing could stop us!"

I didn't even notice a tall, thin, dishwater blonde girl sneak up from me from

behind. 

"YO!  LISTEN UP!!!  SARAH WANTS TO BE FUCKIN GODZILLA!!" My friend

Hannah shouted loudly, right in my ear, over the Stevie B. music, making my ear

pound. 

Everyone cracked up laughing except Sara. 

Sara smiled, pursing her thick ruby lips as she actually thought about the idea

for a

moment.  "I think it would actually be pretty sick," she said to all the

giggling girls

around her. 

It was like someone farted in church.  Everyone stopped to look at her now. 

"Sick, why? 

I think the idea is pretty weird", Chrissy said.

"I agree with Sarah.  I mean…being able to go anywhere…being able to pick

people up

and toy with them like insects…plus," she smiled, with a mischievous look

crossing her

dark-haired face, "Plus you could have sex with anyone…or anything!"

"Yeah, having sex with an insect gets me hot," mocked Chrissy.

 "That's so disgusting!"  Hannah's eyes rolled up in her haid. 

"Having sex with

anything?  God Sara…you're such a burn out."

"Don't be such a biatch Hannah, I think it would be cool too." Zabby chimed in.

Zabby's

voice bellowed out over the din of the music and party, a surprising sound from

such a

tiny person.

"God Zab, you're just saying that because you're so small."  Hannah looked

at Zabby's

diminutive form a bit condescendingly.

"Well, I've always wanted to be taller," said Zabby wistfully, "…and being huge

sounds

bitching!"

Silence fell over the room, except for the pulse of the music.  Vicky

looked down at the

ground, as if envisioning tiny people running around her slim ankles.  She

put a finger to

her thin lips as she gazed down at her imaginary living dolls and a slow smile

spread

across her face.  Ange hoisted her Molson into the air like she was heaving

a tree trunk. 

She gripped the dark brown bottle tightly, half expecting it to crush under the

immense

power of her imagined strength.  It's a shame that dream's don't come true,

because I

would love to be a giant.  Soaring up into the skies, the world trembling

with each step of

my monstrous foot, my voice booming out over creation, reaching every crevice in

every

apartment in every city in the entire province.

Hannah's frown lines furrowed deeply as she looked around the room at all of us. 

"You're all thinking about it, aren't you?"  she said with disgust. 

"If you were that big,

where would you shop?  You'd have to get Molson by the keg…and you know how

guys

hate

dating girls taller than them…"

Then, everyone looked around the room.  The chair under Sara's round bottom

fit her

more snugly.  Ange's dark hair suddenly brushed the ceiling.  Zabby

and Chrissy hardly

fit on the couch anymore, their legs bent up at an odd angle.

"We're not thinking about it," breathed Jessica, admiring her own curvy,

increased form. 

"It's fucking happening!"

Chapter 2: Tiny Toronto

We had all been so lost in the moment that we hardly even noticed the room

squeeze shut

on us as we expanded into it!  Chairs dwindled into kid's furniture. 

Vicky stepped and

smashed a solid oak coffee table.  The room was cramped like being trapped

inside a

McDonald's kiddie plasyroom!  Even the doubting Hannah grew, looking at her

own

swelling, lengthening arms in horror.  Mel's pretty face looked terrified,

her curly brown

locks lengthening and cascading around her face.  She was hunched over at

the waist to

keep from knocking herself against the ceiling, and suddenly she couldn't take

it

anymore.  She planted her giant hands against the ceiling and pushed – it

gave way as if

she were simply lifting the top off of a trash can.  Wood fractured as

stick-sized lumber

split and showered around us.  I didn't care, I could finally stand up

again!  We all did,

huddled in the room like we were trying to set a record for the most number of

girls to

squeeze into a phone booth.  I couldn't believe that we were actually

growing and

growing so fast.  I mean, when I looked down, I could see the ground

getting further and

further away.  Trees had shrunk to the size of bushes, and I had to dodge

the telephone

lines crossing the house.

With a resounding THUD, Alicia pulled a thick leg over the wall and set it on

the ground,

followed by her other trunk-thick leg.  She had a wild look in her eyes as

she examined

her swelling fingers. "What the fuck is going on?" she boomed loudly enough for

the

whole neighborhood to hear.  She realized the size of her own voice, but

could not help

her volume.  "How big are we gonna get?"

Hannah also took a step over the step-sized, crumbling wall.  "What the

Hell are you

doing to me?" she said accusatorily.

Kristi had long, sandy blonde hair, and stroked it with her fingers, looking

down at the

ground, grinning and smiling like a kid in a toy-store.  "I think I'm gonna

grow as big as

a tree so I can pick up people and hug them like teddy bears!" she giggled.

.

Zab looked around, and then looked up to the sky.  "Don't think so small,"

her voice

echoed.  She smiled at it, as if realizing a secret dream come true. 

"I don't wanna stop at

tree-sized – I want to be as big as an electric tower."  She flexed her

arms.  "I'm going to

impress everyone who called me shorty or shrimp.  They won't talk to me

like that

again!"

Emily put her hands on her hips, her feet spread out in a stance of confidence

and power. 

"20 stories!" she chimed excitedly, "so I won't have to walk up any steps in any

building

ever again!"

Sara let out a deep, resilient laugh, her t-shirt jiggling with the ample curves

beneath it as

she sucked in gallons of the evening air, and continued to grow.  She

tilted her head up,

as if  speaking to the soft clouds above her head.  "As big as a

skyscraper," she boomed

loudly, "so I can squeeze a building between these with a hug it would never

forget!"  To

emphasize her new size, her hands cupped her envious t-shirt curves and she

pushed her

breasts together as if forming a dune-sized sand castle.

Me, well, I really didn't know when our growing would fucking stop.  I just

know that if

it were up to me, I would want to be twice the height of the CN Tower, the

tallest thing in

Toronto, and the tallest structure in the world.  "I want to be so 

big that all the people

look smaller than ants and I would be a goddess."

"Well all I can say is that I'm glad our clothes are growing too, or it'd be

fucking cold out

here," said Emily, her arms crossed beneath her chest, looking down at the

dwindling

houses at her feet.

And still we kept growing!  Alicia, just a bit on the chunky side, waved

her thick fingers

in front of her dark hair and eyes, creating a rush of wind with each pass. 

Trees shrank to

hand-sized sponges of clover-like leaves, and continued to close in on

themselves.  We

finally could stop worrying about all the phone lines – Ange kept tangling them

up in her

ankles and snapping them like fine spider silk.  Emily bent down, her blue

eyes filling

windows as she tried peering into the tiny structures that she could hardly

believe were

three and four story houses.  We grew so fast that if people saw us and

screamed, we

couldn't hear them anymore, or hardly noticed. 

Toronto, once a huge fucking city that you could get lost in, with it's rows and

rows of

skyscraper after skyscraper, became smaller and smaller.  As it shrank and

grew smaller

ands smaller, it grew more and more to look like a toy, a model, than an actual

city. 

Buildings looked like fragile stacks of wooden chips.  The freakiness of

this all wore off

and curiosity rushed in to fill the mental void.

"We've done it," I said.  I couldn't believe how my voice seemed to echo,

like rolling

thunder in a storm!  "We can really do…anything," I said with a bit of

hunger that

surprised even me.

Sara and Kristi were the first to experiment with the toy town.  Sara began

to walk

towards all of Toronto's steel gray skyscrapers, and Kristi followed.  Each

of Sara's steps

was slow and deliberate, like she was walking on the moon.  Her buxom body

shook with

each step – and the ground – holy shit!  Beneath her sneakers, water mains

burst.  Tiny

spouts of water shot up through cracks that formed in the asphalt at her feet,

and fire

hydrants popped like bubbles.  She squeezed her hips between buildings and

walked up

to the CN Tower…it's 1500 feet tall.  Well…to normal ppl.  To us…well,

it was a toy. 

We were like, twice it's size.  Yeah, that's right..  Me and my

friends were 3000 fucking

feet tall.  My wish came true.  Who would have thought that a

half-assed birthday wish

would come true? 

"What should I do with these tiny things?"  boomed Sara.  Her voice

shook the glass on

the tiny steel structures.

"Anything you want," I said back to her.  My heart pounded with excitement

and energy

and power.  "There are no rules…except da ones dat we make."

Sara bent her body at the waist as she had to get lower and lower to try to see

inside of

the tiny structure.  It formed a needle at the top, with a spinning

restaurant, about the size

of her fist.  Beneath the restaurant and observation deck, it slimmed back

down into a

fragile needle that grew into the ground like a slender fern.  Sara bent

lower and lower

and got her face close to the glass.  "I can see tiny people!" she

whispered excitedly.

Kristi followed her to the toy-sized tower.  A giant hair band held her

blond locks in

place as she bent to take a closer look.  "They are definitely too small

for teddy bears,"

she giggled, glass cracking at the rush of her voice.

Suddenly, Chrissy began laughing.  She let out a booming hurricane of

giggles that

spread over town, echoing down streets.

"What's so funny?"  Kristi's girlish voice echoed back.

"Look at you two, you think you could have worn a little lower neckline? 

You're giving

those insect people quite the show!"

Sara smiled and shifted her weight from side to side, jiggling a bit and giving

them their

money's worth.  I glanced at the ground while they bantered back and forth. 

If I looked

real hard, I could make out tiny insects all over the street – people shaped

insects –

covering their ears in obvious pain, running like a swarm of ants, pointing and

screaming. 

I wanted to laugh so loud that it would break every window in the city.  

But before I

could, I was interrupted by Ange giggling behind me.

"Hehehehe" her lilting giggle lit up the sky.  Ange was always quite

photogenic, with

dark hair and smooth tan skin, thin but curvy enough to make the guys take

notice.  Sure

enough, it looked like she had collected a small following.

"Look!  It's a Global News helicopter!  It looks like a mosquito!" 

she giggled.  It circled

above us.  Yeah, they were already swarming up.  Global News, CityTV,

CTV, CBC,

even CNN, FOX, and NBC.  "Look at this!" she shouted over to us.  Her

skyscraper-long

arm snaked up skywards with a surprising quickness, and between oak-tree thick

fingers

she snatched the Global News helicopter out of the air, holding it at the tail

as if holding a

fly trying to escape.  She addressed the fraction-inch people inside. 

Maybe Peter Kent

was inside there, I don't know and I don't give a fuck.  "Yo, dudes…isn't

this freaky?" 

She zoomed them towards her giant, tan moon-face, pursed her lips in a kiss,

then pulled

them back away, them pushed them in closer.  "How do you like that closeup?"

she

giggled.  She moved them to one giant chocolate brown eye, then the other. 

"Is this my

best side?  Or this?  Or this?"  Back and forth she toyed with

them.  "Whoa…you people

having fun?  Hope you're not too freaked out.  I don't think my

friends will cause a lotta

damage.  We're harmless…hehehehehe".  Her giggle filled the sky, and

quite likely

deafened the tiny people inside the copter for life.

"Here's the deal, ok?  I'm gonna use your copter as a video camera…to

record our

little…outing, ok?  Make sure you guys record EVERYTHING."  She

flicked the rotors

off with her fingernail, and started buzzing the trees with it, zooming them

down streets

and up alleys.  She came across the thick black sole of Emily's platform

shoe, and began

zooming the helicopter up over her leg.  She followed every curve of

Emily's black jeans

outfit, over her calf, along the tightly covered thigh, and up over the curve of

her bottom. 

Emily swatted at Ange – if she had hit the tiny helicopter, she would have

pulverized it

like a speck.  "Go film somebody else's butt," laughed Emily.

I took a step.  My breath caught with excitement as the ground shuttered,

letting out a

low, bass rumble that I could feel more than hear.  One step.  Two

steps.  I stayed to the

roads, the pavement cracking and snarling under each step.  I grew bolder

and bolder, and

suddenly didn't care what – or who – I stepped on to reach my goal.

I walked over to the Toronto Dominion Centre, slowly, carefully, methodically, a

great

quaking step at a time.  Fuck I hate that place.  It made the city

look so ugly.  Two

fucking huge (not to me, to the little dudes) black towers.  Who builds

black towers? 

Plus…it was where the Toronto Dominion Bank is headquartered.  All those

fucking

billionaire bankers.  I HATE THEM.  $30.00 for an NSF charge. 

That's how they made

their money.  I can feel the smaller buildings crumble beneath my feet as I

walk over to

the TD Centre.  My foot raised up, came down, feeling floor after floor

cave way like

stacked crackers as I put my full weight down, thousands and thousands of tons

of pure

Girl power.  I wondered if there were any people stuck in the grooves of my

shoes? 

Funky thought, eh?  Sucks to be them if they were.

I reached the black, ugly towers.  Small, pathetic, flimsy looking, ugly

black steel. 

Smooth like oil.  My hand wrapped around the base of the tower on the

right.  It was

cold.  Weak.  My fingers curled and closed, tighter and tighter, but

not crushing.  My arm

flexed and the roots of the building began to whine and complain.  Mighty

supports

snapped, and slowly the infinitely fragile tower raised into the air. 

Chunks of debris fell

down and smashed into the ground below, leaving deep craters in the sidewalk and

covering the shiny, bug-like cars with a fine layer of gray dust.  My heart

pounded in my

chest as I held the Toronto Dominion Center's  West Tower in my right hand,

before my

face.

"Sarah," asked Alicia, quietly from behind me as she observed my careful

actions. 

"What are you going to do with that?"

"Anything I want," I smiled.  "It's a miracle that it stayed in once piece

as long as it has."

My fingers began to contract as I willed my muscles to squeeze.  Glass and

steel folded

as easily as if I were squeezing Styrofoam.  My head lolled back and I

laughed.  Hard. 

Tighter and tighter I balled my hand into a fist, catching falling debris with

my other

hand. 

I cupped my hands together to hold the remains, and I saw teeny tiny people

moving in

the dust between my fingers.  I thought about the people probably stuck

under my feet on

my shoes…it was kinda cool…the thought of living people…living…being alive on

you. 

So I poured the debris in my hair.  Ya, I know it sounds fucked, but I

think the

billionaires make pretty funky hair sparkles.  They glow in the dark y'know,

all their

fuckin bling-bling shimmers in the light nicely. I wonder what they were

thinking now,

clinging to my hair like that.  I let out a laugh.  King Street

doesn't look the same with the

West tower gone.  Oh well.  Like I give a fuck what the fucking King

and Bay streeters

think.

"That was fucking awesome," whispered Alicia in my ear.

Chapter 3: A Night on the Town

Sara and Kristi admired their own giant reflections in the tiny glass of the CN

Tower.

Chrissy kept her arms crossed and watched the two of them.  She frowned in

disgust as

the two girls gazed and admired themselves in the shiny glass, as if seeing

their faces and

figures for the first time. 

Sara teased the tiny people a bit more by cupping her hands beneath her breasts

and

lifting them up, nearly catching the circular restaurant in her cleavage. 

"I've been built

like this since I was 16, even then I had 30 year old guys trying to pick me up

at the

clubs," she said proudly to the observers in the circular glass. 

Kristi swatted Sara's arm playfully.  She wriggled and bent and exposed her

neckline too,

and as shapely as she was, she was still no match for Sara.  "Well you

shouldn't have

been going to those clubs with your fake ID's you slut!" she said playfully.

"Give it up to Sara and her amazing Gazongas!" cheered Chrissy, clapping, adding

just a

pinch of attitude.  "Don't terrify the tiny people too badly with them. 

I mean if they're

that big to us now, imagine what the little insects at your feet must think."

"Like twin Mount Fraser's!"  Sara's laugh filled the sky.  Then in a

moment of

inspiration, she put her fingers down at the bottom of her tight pink t-shirt

and lifted it ,

exposing her near-bursting bra.  She shimmied and shook from side to side,

her curvy

flesh jiggling in an unreal fashion, slowly and ominously, like watching two

mountains

shake in an earthquake.

Not to be outdone, Kristi but her fingers down to her the bottom of one of her

signature

mid-riff exposing tops and lifted the tiny thing away from her body.  "I

bet you tiny

people never saw anything like this," she giggled innocently with a delicate

voice that

rumbled for many city blocks.

"You're gonna make every teeny weenie peenie in the city explode if you keep

that up. 

Well for the guys you don't accidentally squish, that is," sighed Chrissy. 

Slowly she

stepped away to check out other parts of the city, watching each step as she

tried

disrupting as little of Toronto as she could.

I don't know if it's because Emily was tired or she was just having fun, but I

glanced

over my shoulder just long enough to watch Emily look for a place to sit.

"How about here," she giggled.  She wiggled her black-jeaned bottom over a

building

that came up to the middle of her thigh.

"That's the Manulife Centre," chimed Ange, still filming the scene with her tiny

helicopter camera.

"Ummm…so?"

"Well right now you're flashing your bottom to everyone looking at the

Toronto.com

webcam," she smiled.

"Oh!" squealed Emily with delight.  She ran a hand over her pert bottom,

teasing the tiny

webcam she envisioned below.

"Yeah," said Ange.  "It's a webcam that people can zoom and control, spin

around and

stuff – and right now I bet it's pointed at your city-block sized behind!"

Emily giggled more.  She wiggled her hips from side to side, slowly, as if

doing a lap-

dance from one of those 'gentleman' clubs on Yonge street.

I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the Webcam staring up at Emily's

butt

blocking out the sky.  "Dudes, I'm telling you.  If anyone is watching

that webcam, they

are gonna be freaking out when they see Emily's ass coming down on top of them."

The Manulife centre didn't stand a chance against Emily's ass.  As she

lowered herself

farther and farther down, it began to collapse.  Hey, I guess the world

wasn't built for

3000 ft. girls.  Emily smiled as she felt it give way and she sunk farther

and farther into

the city, molding the buildings into her own little throne. 

As I watched Emily wriggle on top of the remains of the Manulife Centre with her

bottom, I looked around and said aloud, "We've only been here an hour or so and

already, the city's downtown core is crumbling."

"Yeah," said Emily, getting comfortable.  Her voice was already low and

soft, a tone that

most of the boys seemed to like.  At her size now, it must have sounded

like a Greek

Siren calling tiny men to their deaths.  "I guess you could say the score

is girls 13,

Toronto zero," she laughed with a mix of seduction and mischief.

It was so awesome watching people in the city trying to flee.  With all the

debris

everywhere, it was just about impossible to escape.  Footsteps from all of

us girls covered

the ground, leaving holes in the pavement that entire cars fell into. 

They'll probably die

trying, since there were 13 of us and the chances of them getting stepped on

were pretty

high.  I guess the people in my hair were lucky…at least they got to live,

right?

Near the University of Toronto, another one of my friends, quiet at first,

deciced to have

a bit of fun.  Jessica always wore 4 inch black heels, nylons, a black

skirt and a white

blouse.  It was her look, and with her blonde hair and bright hazel eyes,

she carried it off

to perfection.  For a long time she simply stood there, her legs apart,

staring down at the

tiny people looking up and ogling her.  Then, having finally decided what

to do, her

massive, cruise-ship sized hand reached down to the Earth.  People

scattered in every

direction, terrified to the point of insanity.  Between her thumb and index

finger, Jessica

picked up the Spadina Bus.  She had to use painstaking care not to squeeze

it's fragile

steel hull accidentally as it lifted higher and higher in the air.  It must

have been loaded

with university students, since it was just leaving the University of Toronto. 

Jessica

pulled the bus to her bright Hazel eyes to peer deep inside the tiny candy-sized

vehicle. 

Teeny, tiny eyes peered just over windows, trying to remain hidden, and yet

trying to see

their fate.  Girls and guys inside screamed alike, though Jessica's

gargantuan ears

couldn't hear them.

She lowered the bus to her shapely breast.  The ruffles of her blouse

caught the mirrors of

the bus and tore them off as she began to tease the bus over her curves. 

Up and down,

hundres of feet in the air, the people inside the bus must have felt like they

were riding an

elevator up and down that never let them off.

Jessica let out a moan of delight.  "Ooooooooohhhhhhh," she called as she

let the bus

slide up and down the fine cloth that covered her.  "I bet you don't like

this as much as I

do, do you, little things," she cooed to them.

"I've got a special treat for you," she added softly, almost whispering.

"I know how much men like this body, I can see it in their eyes."

She teased the bus over her taut nipples, her excitement growing visibly as they

formed

tiny hills through her white lacy blouse.

"You little people are going to have the privelege of becoming a part of this

perfect

body," she said dramatically.

Not giving them a moment to react, she pushed a fingernail through the

windshield of the

bus, and with a mighty groan of angry twisted steel, she pulled the top away. 

Tiny

screams erupted from the  bus as she peered inside.

"Yes," she added, lost in her own fantasy.  "I have worked hard, exercising

and

nourishing this perfect form, now it's your turn."  With that, she slowly

tipped the bus to

her lips.  Her mouth opened like a chasm.

I started to freak, just a bit, as I saw the first person fall into her mouth as

if she were

eating a bag of skittles.  Another, and another fell.  Her lips curled

into a smile.  Some of

the tiny people missed her mouth and bounced off her lips and cheek – THAT was a

pretty freaky sight, too!  Soon they were all engulfed in her mouth. 

I saw her lips close

around them.  With a smile, her cheeks moved as she must have swished the

tiny treats

from side to side.  Then, her throat muscles convulsed, she arched her neck

back, and she

shuddered as she squeezed the tiny treats into her vast body.  She let her

massive fingers

rub her tummy.  "Mmmmmmmmmm, Toronto has the best Chinese and Italian in

the

world," she giggled.

Alicia's voice whispered again in my ear.  "Man, that was so cool what you

just did!" she

said to me.  I was totally dazed.  (hey, gimme a break…I was drunk,

remember?)  I then

realized that she was complimenting me on how I destroyed the TD Centre's West

Tower.  We both kinda giggled and admired the sparkly billionares in my

hair. Alicia

leaned close and watched tiny, fraction-of-inch men in multi-thousand-dollar

suits

struggle to get from strand to strand in my hair. "Can I help?" asked Alicia.

"Help with what?"

"Well, I wanna sorta…y'know…play around with the other building here."

   "Nothin wrong with that!  Let's take this down!" With a

sickening crunch as our knees

dug up the asphalt for many feet below us, Alicia and I knealt down on opposite

sides of

the East tower so it was between us.  Our shadows covering the black tower

made it even

darker and more depressing.

"Hey Alicia…don't you think this tower needs some cheering up and some love?"

"Sure!"

"Awwwww…gimme a hug!!"

Alicia slowly put her massive arms around me, and I put my skyscraper-sized arms

around her.  The steel of the tower chilled my chest as it came between us. 

The wind

tossed my hair to one side.  I felt fucking invincible!  I started to

laugh.  I guess the

building couldn't take that much love and humor, I could hear glass cracking and

snapping in the building making the sound of popping popcorn, only thousands of

times

louder.

"C'mon, gimme your best squeeze!" I encouraged Alicia.

The building started to deform between us, steel bending in.  Girders

started to snap and

break, and I could feel the tiny skyscraper begin to buckle and crumble between

us.  I

squeezed Alicia harder and harder, I was determined to crush this ugly little

toy once and

for all.

"No more Friday Afternoon Clubs," I giggled, my voice rolling through downtown

like a

bomb going off.

"No more three martini lunches!" chimed Alicia.

"No more Employees of the month," I said, squeezing Alicia a bit harder. 

"There's a

new CEO in town!"

"Two new ones," laughed Alicia.

"We're making our own policies…daily Goddess worship…glowstickin' Fridays…and

Saturday afternoon crush clubs…"

The last of the tower gave away and fell like fine dust between us.  Glass

and micro-

desks and itty bitty computers and file cabinets covered the front of our

shirts, rolling

over my boobs and tumbling off towards the abyss of the city below.  I

could even see

tiny people trying to hold onto my shirt.  Some of them rolled and rolled

and rolled as if

tumbling down a dunes.  They clung to the edge of my boob, and then I

giggled and they

lost their grip and started falling down to the ground, only making me laugh

harder and

harder.

Alicia and I let go of each other and it felt like we had squeezed a sandcastle. 

The

building fell away into nothing.  I don't know if we were laughing 'cause

we were drunk,

or 'cause we were powerful, or 'cause of the fact that we destroyed this tower

and all

these lives was actually funny.  All I know is that destroying that final

tower wasn't

enough.  Again I saw more people fighting their way through the debris. 

If the huge hug

Alicia and I gave the building didn't kill them…then I had another idea.

I stood up – which must have been quite an awesome sight to the little bugs. 

I leaned

over and pursed my lips.  Saliva formed and I let it fall, a giant glob of

spit hurtling

towards the ground.

Tons of my saliva hit some of the tiny survivors like a flood.  God it was

cool – I was so

powerful that even my spit could kill people! 

"Look little people, it's raining!" giggled Alicia.  She joined in the

contest, looking for a

small, scurrying insect, taking aim, and sending gallons upon gallons down upon

the

hapless creature.  Alicia and I kept on spitting until there wasn't a dry

spot left in the

area.  Our mouths were kinda dry ('cause we were drinking), but the good

news is that

nobody was moving around.

"I wonder if they got drunk from the Molson in my spit," I said, and Alicia

started

laughing so hysterically that she caused a small earthquake that threatened to

knock over

several other large buildings.

Chapter 4: Lust for Size

While Alicia and I made it rain Molson and saliva on the TD Centre survivors,

Hannah

continued to confound us all by doing her best to not have any fun.  She

stood there, right

in the middle of downtown, not far from us at all, watching us all, with her

arms crossed

and a scowl on her face.

"I don't see what the big thrill of all this is," she muttered.  "I mean,

look at us, we're all

just a bunch of big freaks," Hannah's voice rumbled through most of the area. 

Jessica, who was working to find her third bus of student snacks, looked up as

she chased

a tiny bus down a choked, wrecked city street.  "But look at us – I mean we

can do

anything.  Nobody can stop us.  Nobody can tell us what to do. 

Laws don't apply to us

anymore!"

Hannah turned her body sideways and started to inch down an alley that was far,

far too

narrow for her.  "We can't walk anywhere without breaking every damned

thing," she

sighed.  "Where are we supposed to get new clothes?  These black

stretch pants are going

to be my last pair of pants…ever!"  Her leg brushed against a building she

was

attempting to sneak past, causing chunks of brick and mortar to crack off and

tumble

down to the pavement below.

"Look at yourself Hannah," said Jessica with a smile as she put her hand down to

stop her

prey, the speeding bus.  "All the power in the world at your fingertips,

and all you can do

is bitch about your pants."

"It's not just that.  What about eating?  I mean what if busloads full

of students make me

wanna puke?"  Jessica just smiled at that as she scooped her tiny bus into

the air and

smiled at the terrified passengers inside.  "Where are we going to sleep? 

And what about

guys?j"

Jessica gave her prey-bus a playful kiss, and flicked it with her tongue, giving

the

passengers a glimpse of their fate.  "The city is filled with millions of

guys," she said. 

"Pick one."

"I don't want to go out with a bug-man that I might lose in my shirt pocket." 

Hannah

finally made it into a larger area where she didn't have to squeeze between

buildings. 

She looked at the cracked pavement at her feet, and slowly sank down.  She

sat, her

round bottom gradually settling, crunching cars, trucks, street lamps, levelling

nearly an

entire city block beneath her.  "Jesus, I'm trying not to think of what I'm

sitting on now,

but I'm just too damned tired to stand anymore."

Sitting, Hannah leaned closer to a window-covered building.  A few minutes

ago it would

have seemed tall, fifty stories or more.  Now it barely came up to her

knee.  She leaned in

closer and closer as she tried peering past the glass to see deeply into the

tiny holes of the

structure.

"What are you looking at?" she demanded of the tiny inhabitants whose ant-sized

forms

she could barely make out in the windows.  Her face must have filled the

sky to them! 

Each of her blue eyes must seem like Moons that have come down to visit the

Earth. 

"Haven't you little creeps ever seen a 3000 foot girl before?"  Even though

she barely

whispered, she could see the tiny ant-humans grab their ears as the windows

rattled from

her husky voice.  She idly began poking windows out in the building, as if

popping

bubbles in bubble-wrap.  The glass fractured as easily as if it were simply

made from

frost.

Then a slight smile cracked Hannah's serious face.  She spied a window,

pushed it in, and

pressed her nail in deep, turning it over and scooping out the contents. 

She had to bring

the contents close to her eye to even see it all.  Amid the rubble on her

fingertip – bricks,

wires, a chair, maybe a TV or a computer monitor – she spied what she was

looking for.

"Ahh I've found one, a tiny little man.  Why, look at you, you're not even

as tall as the

tip of my finger."  She gazed at the tiny man, unable to hear is minute

voice.  "Jessica

seems to think you can be my boyfriend.  What do you say, think you can

please this

body?"  Hannah used her other hand to make a grand sweep across her 3000

foot frame.

"I mean, how could you possibly live up to the challenges that this presents…"

She let

him take a long tour of her body by lowering him down it, seeing her from almost

ground

level, then raising him back up to her face.  "It'd probably take you and

everyone in your

building to satisfy me," she said with a frustrated look in her face.  She

carefully placed

the little man on her chest and started to let her finger drift lazily up and

down the

building.  Mockingly she said to the building, "Oh, all you tiny people in

there turn me on

SOOO much," she said.  "I love your little tiny features looking at me in

fear…I love the

feel of this steel structure and the bricks and concrete and glass.  Oh you

make me so

hot!"

Hannah raised up slightly, turned around, and began rubbing her very curvy

backside

against the structure, ever so slightly as not to damage it.  "Oh yeah

right there," she

called up to the heavens.  "You know how I like it.  Touch me baby,

touch me…" She

undulated slowly, the black stretch pants over her ass teasing the structure,

knocking

loose bricks and cracking even more windows.

"Hey, that does feel kind of nice, actually," she mused.  She looked down

at the terrified

man on her chest.  "Hang on little fella," she said, as she rocked her hips

up and down,

teasing her bottom with the delicate structure.  "It gets wild from here,"

she smiled.

Her long, gigantic fingers began caressing her thigh, slowly up over her

stomach, cupping

her breast.  "Maybe…maybe a girl could learn to like this," she said. 

Then, she raised up,

over the building, and settled back down to place it directly between her

thighs.  She

squeezed her legs together gently, trapping the building against her.  And

she started to

rock.  This time, the tiny building with its tiny occupants touched her in

such interesting

places.  She arched her back and formed an "O" with her giant lips and

sighed and gasped

up into the sky.

By now she had all of our attention.  The whole city watched Hannah's

performance. 

Flexing muscles, rising up and down, her titanic body slamming into the

pavement,

cracking and shattering the asphalt as her excitement mounted.  Her breath

came in great

gasps, her moist exhales forming clouds over her head in the darkening sky of

the early

evening.

"That…mmmmmm does feel…oooohhhh…"

The city shook in rhythm with her gyrations.  As her body struck the

ground, cars and

buses leapt into the air, fell back with a crash, and settled just in time for

her to repeat,

each thrust more powerful than the last. 

She planted her hands behind her, crushing a store under one hand and a theatre

under the

other.  Her back arched higher as her gasps grew in volume.

"I can't…mmmm control myself, something about…..ahhhhhhhh….this all feels so

good…sooooo good…"

The building between her thighs shook and shuddered as her legs squeezed it

tighter. 

Bricks from the building fell like buckets of water in a rainstorm.

"I'm gonna give…mmmmmmm…you all the ride…of a lifetime…"

Her voice raised in pitch and volume as her excitement built.  The town

seemed to go

silent as it watched her pump up and down, rubbing the structure harder and

harder

against her.  BOOM…rise…BOOM…rise…BOOM…

"So close…so close…sooooo…AHHHHHHH…"

Hannah lost control.  Her body spasmed and she bit her lip, squeezing her

eyes shut.  She

shuddered and moaned wildly.  Her arms lost control, and suddenly her

titanic frame

began to fall onto the hapless buildings below.  Climax and crushing. 

Squealing and

screaming.  Building after building fell prey beneath Hannah's falling

form.  She hit the

ground hard, sending a shockwave that shook the foundations of the city.

There was a long pause as Hannah lie there, licking the sweat from her lip. 

Her chest fell

up and down, and she finally noticed the little speck-man still clinging to it.

"Was it good for you too?" she smiled to the little man.

Chapter 5:  Golden Showers

I didn't quite know what happened to them, but after this all happened, Meg and

Mel and

Vicky told me what happened.  They had split off from the group to

investigate the city

on their own.  At their size, it didn't take them very many steps to find

themselves in

Yorkville.

Meg raised a half-finished Molson in the air and giggled.  "Look at them

all down there,

so tiny…I can't believe we used to be that size, just a little while ago."

Mel sat down, not caring on what or whom she sat.  She put her bottle to

her lips. 

"Thank God our beers grew too, I don't think I could handle any of this sober!"

Meg and Vicky joined Mel sitting on the ground.  For awhile they even

forgot that they

were gigantic, and the world tiny around them.  Half of Yorkville was

completely

destroyed beneath their asses.  Nope.  No fancy shops here.  In

fact, I think Royal de

Versailles and Tiffany and Co. were stuck to Vicky's ass.  I think it's a

pretty safe bet

that the Yorkville dwellers were not thinking that today was gonna be the day

when they

had 3 giant drunk girls almost passed out in their fancy neighbourhood.

Meg kept tapping her foot as she lay along the length of Cumberland Avenue. 

It must

have been a funny sight seeing her like that, street signs that say "Cumberland

Ave" but

no street in sight, just her giant, mixed blonde and brown hair covering the

street, her

3000 foot body sprawled for blocks and blocks and blocks.  Her foot tapping

caused a

constant vibration to all the little dudes, bouncing them and their houses and

belongings

up and down every few seconds.  Parts of buildings cracked off and slid

down with the

rhythmic torture.

Mel watched this for awhile then got an idea.  She stood up, her thin form

looking like a

well-dressed radio tower in the evening sky.  She watched a group of

fleeing people for a

little bit.  They were running so far and so fast, and yet, all she had to

do is reach over

and she could scoop them up or swat them with ease!  She put her Molson to

her lips,

took a long draw, smiled, and then began to pour it out onto the fleeing crowd. 

The cold,

amber liquid splashed over the lip of the glass forming a waterfall, like

Niagara Beer

Falls, splashing down on the fraction-inch people and scattering them in a

golden flood.

Meg laughed as she watched the torrent of alcohol sweep the tiny creatures along

the

street in a wave.  "Oh that's so wild," she said, watching them from her

street-level view. 

Vicky laughed as well, the sound of their voices deafening any of the little

people that

weren't trying to swim in the newly formed rivers.  Meg tipped her bottle

and Vicky

tipped hers, adding to the frothy chaos. 

"Sorry it's not 'Le Fancy Beer' guys," laughed Vicky as she watched her Molson

rain

down in a torrent.  Vicky then dusted her ass off from the debris of

Yorkville that had

stuck to it.

Soon it was like every street in Yorkville was flooded with Molson.  The

three of them

couldn't stop giggling.  Meg looked for fleeing crowds and tried pouring

beer in front of

them, laughing hard as they would stop and see another flood race their way,

then try

turning down side streets.

Cars began shifting and floating in the beer.  People tried swimming like

crazy against

the current.  Street signs bent and tore loose.

"Look at you all weak and pathetic," snarled Vicky.  "You're all just a

bunch of

goddamned ants!  Pathetic little toys for some girls to play with…here, get

a little more

drunk and party!"  She emptied her bottle onto the crowds.  Then, with

a contemptuous

scowl, she threw the bottle Earthwards.

The colossal bottle fell from the sky like a falling Jumbo Jet.  It hit the

pavement and

collapsed in a powerful wave, the bottom of the bottle shattering and forced in

all

directions by the crushing multi-ton weight of the bottle.  A nuclear bomb

of glass and

liquid quaked the neighbourhood.

Drunk and reeling in their power, Meg and Mel tossed their emptied beer down on

the

terrified crowds.  One bottle crashed into a park, uprooting trees with a

hurricane force

that tore the roofs off of the surrounding houses.  The other bottle

crashed into a shopping

mall, blowing the walls outwards.  Cars and buses rolled and tumbled and

twisted in a

mass of metal from around the mall, mixed with the titanic debris of the mall

contents – a

flurry of clothes and toys and jewelry and, of course, hapless mall shoppers who

thought

that they were safe in the large structure.

"That's it," said Meg in an angry drunken tone.  "Run you little shits,

run!  Be afraid of

the power of three teen girls and their drinks!"  To emphasize her point,

she raised her

massive foot in the air, and brought it down on the city street hard.  Her

fantastic sneaker

dug a fifty foot crater in the pavement.  Lights began winking out all over

town as she

realized she must have crushed some kind of electrical junction.

The three girls couldn't stop laughing, until Mel finally made an observation.

"Shit," she said seriously.  Meg and Vicky quieted down.

"What's wrong?"

"Those were our only drinks, we're going to sober up any minute now."

Chapter 6: Worship me!

You know, being 3000 feet tall kinda goes to your head.  But I have to tell

you something

– it didn't affect anyone more than it affected Zabbee.

Zabbee had always been the littlest of our friends.  She got so annoyed

when anyone

called her 'cute' or 'petite,' taking it as an insult.  She had always

envied me and Sara for

our height, and she always said how she wished she were bigger.  Damn, she

really got

her wish this time!

While we were out parading through the suburbs and downtown of Toronto, Zabbee

hadn't even left Forest Hill, the area where my home was.

She stood over it, mesmerized, hypnotized by her new found stature.  She

gazed down on

all the teeny tiny houses, each one of them looking like those Monopoly pieces,

except

infinitely detailed and intricate.  She could just barely make out tiny

forms moving in and

out of the houses, no doubt wondering about the commotion going on through the

city.

And, no doubt, wondering about the Goddess Zabbee that stood there in a trance

over

their homes.

After many, many minutes of sizing each other up, Zabbee addressed the tiny

Forest Hill

dwellers.

"Hello little people," she began simply.  She was so entranced with all of

this that she

never heard Chrissy's  ground-shaking footsteps behind her, as Chrissy

decided at some

point to check on Zab.  "Come out…come out of your little houses," she

smiled down.

A frown crossed her face when she actually saw some of the little beings go

inside. 

Obviously they chickened out when the Goddess rattled the heavens with Her

massive

voice and addressed them.

"I said COME OUT," emphasized Zabbee.  Then she lifted her foot in the air. 

"Or I'm

gonna turn Forest Hill into the biggest damn parking lot this side of Quebec!"

Chrissy shook her head in disapproval, but watched, anyway.

She saw small crowds begin to form in tiny pockets outside of their homes, and

she

smiled.  Her face lit up with the realization of her power – an entire

suburban

neighborhood had heeded her wish!  She was no longer "little Zab" that

could so easily

be ignored.

"That's better," she cooed to them.  "Now come closer.  MUCH closer. 

Come get a look

at me.  Come see Zabbee the Goddess!"  She smiled wider as she said

that.

She then knealt down and did something completely unexpected.  She took off

her

massive sneakers and socks, and stood there in her bare feet, holding her

building-sized

shoes dangerously in one hand.

"I want you all to come to me…NOW," she said for emphasis.  "Come so close

you can

touch me.  Even you way out there, get in your cars and COME HERE – or else

I'm

coming there," she giggled.  "And you won't like it when I get there!"

It took awhile, but the crowd gathered, slowly.  Her once-tiny feet now

covered most of a

city block.  She stood in a park, as not to crush any of the little houses. 

Hardly any of the

houses were even as big as her little toe!

"If you take them off, they will come," smiled Chrissy, somewhat bemusedly, as

she

watched the dazed and scared crowd approach them. 

"I'm going to give you little people a treat," whispered Zabbee.  "I'm

going to let you

little people touch a living Goddess.  I mean look at me – several times as

big as a

skyscraper, and powerful enough to pick up this whole city!  And you little

lucky ones

may…touch me.  Touch my foot."

Zabbee moved a bare foot forward slightly, towards the edge of the gathering

crowd.  She

saw them retreat slightly from her advance.  Just as they should!

 "What have you gone mental or something?"  said Chrissy finally.

"Shhhhhhh!  I'm not used to being several thousand feet tall!"

"Like any of us are."

Chrissy actually told me later that it was kinda cute watching the first tiny

person

approach Zabbee and kiss Her foot.

I don't know if he was lulled by her size and power, or if he simply liked the

look of Her

foot, but one lone little ant came forward.  He was smaller than her

smallest toe.  She

simply could have arched her toes upwards, shifted slightly, and squished him

without

even thinking about it.  She was careful, though, to hold every muscle

still as she watched

the brave little ant come forth.

The little ant-man put out his hand, and touched Her skin on her little toe. 

Zabbee had to

concentrate to even feel it!  Like the faintest of feathers brushing up

against her, his tiny

hands reached out and begin brushing the colossal grooves and wrinkles of Her

toe. 

Zabbee couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but Chrissy bent down for a

closer

inspection.

"Good lord," said Chrissy.

"What, what?" asked Zabbee excitedly.

"He's kissing your toe!"

Zabbee giggled like a school girl.

"That's it," she said to them.  "Show some respect, I think I deserve it! 

I might even

spare your tiny houses and tiny lives now."

More brave ants came forward and approached her foot.  Caressing and

touching, kissing

and being all humble, they must have realized that a happy Zabbee might mean

that they

would survive the night.

Zabbee realized she still had her shoes in one hand.  With all her

concentration diverted

to the tiny ant-worshippers, she set them down, not realizing that she was

putting them

down on a crowded neighborhood, crushing some of the ant-people and their homes. 

Hey, some people would rather die than go near Zab's funky feet, so it might

have been a

blessing in disguise.

As she knealt down, she saw in more detail that some people were keeping a

distance

from Her.

"Hey, you there, you are not worshipping the Zabbee?" she smiled at them. 

Then she

closed her hand, pointed her thumb down, and lowered it slowly on the

non-worshippers. 

"Well what good are you then?" she said as she smashed them into the ground, as

easily

as squishing ants.  Actually, it would have been pretty cool watching her

do that.

Zabbee's attitude clouded over.  "I told you all to come here," she said,

"and yet you

disobeyed?  Did you think I was joking?"  With her Colossal thumb, she

crushed more

and more of the tiny people as they began to flee.  "Kiss my feet you

fuckers!" she

demanded with a terrible growl.

This drove people out of their homes in the thousands.  Running to Her to

keep from

being squished, crowding in around Her feet to kiss and touch and worship. 

Soon it was

like thousands of people swarmed to kiss Her.  Along the sides, people were

climbing her

ankles, and squirming between her toes to prove how loyal they were to Her. 

Every once

in awhile she would reach down and squish one just for fun, just to motivate the

rest.  It

didn't matter how much they may have kissed or licked or worshipped their feet –

they

were hers to do anything She wished!

"Oh my God, Chris," she breathed to her friend, who watched the spectacle all

the while

with her arms crossed.  "They're like, all over my feet!  I love this! 

I'm like their God

now."  I kind of envied how Zabbee must have felt.  I wished that I

had thought of that

before I destroyed the TD Centre, it would have been cool to have people bowing

before

my feet and squirming between my toes.

Zabbee wiggled her toes, causing quite the commotion to the little ants that

were on,

around, and under them.

"Look at them between my toes!  And those over there, they're actually

bowing before

me!" 

"Except for that one, there," said Chrissy, joking., motioning to a crowd that

was having

a hard time getting near her.

Joking or not, Zabbee couldn't let disrespect spread.  She saw one ant

slowly walking

away.  He learned his lesson.  She raised her foot up and hovered it

over him.  He turned

as the shadow of Her foot enveloped him.  In a triumphant blow, she settled

tons and tons

and tons of foot flesh on his tiny form, turning him into a stain on the bottom

of her foot. 

Just like a lot of other people.

Chapter 7: Dance of the Goddesses

It was pretty dark by now.  The city was like, ruined.  After my

adventure with the TD

Centre, I needed a pick-me-up.  I felt like clubbing.  I grabbed

Alicia and we started

walking towards the clubbing district.  King, John, Richmond, Queen, right

where the

action is.  It was easy to spot, it was one of the few parts of town left

unflattened.

"Listen up fuckers," I said down to the lights and crowd below.  "Me and my

friends

wanna dance and we wanna dance now."  I felt so fucking powerful like this

– I mean, I

didn't have to be nice anymore.  Who would argue with me?

I was gonna tell the DJ's to tune into z103.5 fm, but I knew that the radio

would not be

playing music at all.  Probably broadcasting news stories about us, if they

were still on

the air at all.  I quickly changed my mind.

"Rasputin – play it.  LOUD.  ALL OF YOU!  GET YOUR SPEAKERS GOING

AND

BLAST IT!"  It was so cool!  Within minutes, Rasputin could be heard

all across

Toronto.  We all stopped what we were doing and had to dance to it.

Imagine that site!  Girls, bigger than any man-made structure, ever, all

moving their giant

feet at the same time, lifting their massive legs in the air and letting them

fall in perfect

rhythm to Rasputin!  The city shook and pounded with the beat.  I let

my hair fall about

my face and shoulders as I whipped it around.  It must have looked totally

funky with the

billionaires still sprinkled and clinging to it, shimmering in the moonlight.

I got bored of the old school music.  Hey, we're young.  I wanted

something more our

speed.  "WELCOME TO THE CLUB!" Chrissy demanded.  She must have got

bored

watching Zabbee create the new "Church O' Zab" and came to dance with us. 

I loved

that song, almost as much as I loved jumping around the city, crushing

everything in

sight.  My feet were really getting sore and hot so I kicked off my shoed

and flexed my

toes.  I don't even know where I kicked my shoes to – they must have landed

with the

force of an exploding bomb somewhere on the edge of town.  I wanted to keep

my socks

on, though.  I just loved how the tiny cracking pavement felt beneath my

sliding, sock-

covered feet!

I noticed a building – it looked like some kind of shelter or something. 

There were lights

on and there were people just standing around.  I think they were crying. 

I wonder about

what?  I bent over and asked them, but since I had to scream over the

music, my voice

shattered the glass.  Ooops.  That just seemed to upset them more.

"Upset with moi?" I smiled down to them.  "I can't tolerate that."  I

casually livted my

foot over the building and squeezed the top with my toes.  I could feel the

concrete

tickling my sole through the sock.  With the sound of crunching crackers,

my foot

lowered, and I kept adding more and more weight, crunching through more and more

concrete, until my foot was once again level with the ground.  So cool. 

I had the whole

"worshipping Zabbee" thing going on, because when I lifted my foot, I could see

people

stuck to my sock, caught in the threads.  Lucky bastards!  It was

awesome.  I watched for

a bit, but then got bored again.  (I do that a lot!)

I watched as some of the ant-people stuck in th

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