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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…

--- : --- : ---

"* 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!"

--- : --- : ---

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…

--- : --- : ---

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…

--- : --- : ---

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…

--- : --- : ---

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…

--- : --- : ---

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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