BATTLE OF THE BANDS

2010

STICKY FUSION RECORDS and BOLL PRODUCTIONS are looking for the most groundbreaking unsigned bands in Pasadena to compete at our October Music Issue Release Party.

One band will be selected by the SFR Staff to perform in front of an audience of over 1,000 SFR clients and listeners in a showcase hosted by the Revolution Nightclub on October 15th 2010. One runner-up will also receive a prize of $1,000.00 cash! The contest will be judged by some of today's most notable radio personalities.

Grand Prize and Runner-Up will be awarded to winning band as tabulated by the judging panel.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was electric. A large crowd had arrived to watch the local performing talent and generally have a good, drunken time. Over 10 local bands had passed the pre-judging phase and were lined up to perform in what promised to be an all day affair.

The talent lined up backstage proved to be quite the colorful group. Men and women of every age, height, gender, and state of dress were vying for the chance to make it big. Some groups consisted of as many as ten different people, all dressed in elaborate clothing and holding guitars or drumsticks that glittered even in the dim lighting backstage.

Far more tame given their outlandish counterparts was a group of three girls. Fairly unremarkable in appearance, their plain T-shirts and jeans looked less a costume or bizarre outfit and more what you'd expect of a small group of regular people.

Standing in front of her bandmates was a tall girl with a wavy mane of firey red hair. She stole frequent glances between her watch and the nearby curtain that seemed intent on not moving. The dull thud of her big leather boots tapping the floor impatiently was definitely felt by her partners, who looked to each other, not knowing if they should act or just allow her to wait it out.

"Uh, Ginger, you ok?" the small Phillipino girl behind the redhead asked meekly.

"Yeah man, you look like you're ready to like, kill someone..." the third band member, a rather simple-minded blonde, added.

Ginger clenched her hand into a fist as she counted down from ten.

"Ten... nine..." She began.

"I don't think she heard you January."

"Eight... seven..." Ginger continued.

"Oh man, are you like, saying saying she just went deaf Charlie?! How are we gonna play if Gin just went deaf?"

"Six... five.." Ginger repeated in her mind.

"No not deaf, she just didn't hear you!"

"Four... three..." Ginger whispered, feeling as if she were about to explode from anticipation as the crowd seemed to roar in applause.

"GIN! YOU'RE NOT GONNA KILL ANYONE ARE YOU?"

Before Ginger could continue counting or yell at January though, a man's voice boomed over the audience.

"And that was the talented Phunbaba! Our next band will be performing in 5 minutes, let's welcome the lovely lovely, SSS Rank!" He shouted as the crowd began to head back towards the bar in their 5 minute recess.

From backstage, a small whooping sound could be heard and was immediately followed by the three girls now clearly excited over their opportunity to perform. Checking their instruments, they made sure none of the parts had decayed over what felt like a years long wait backstage.

"Just sit down Charlette." Ginger whispered, noting the Philipino girls look of distaste at the seat behind the house drumset.

"Yeah Charlie, I mean, we could be making it big, you gonna let a couple stains on your ass lose us that chance?" January said, strumming her bass airily.

"But it's filthy." Charlette moaned. "And I'm not entirely convinced this is mud I'm looking at near the back..."

"Tell you what, if we win the first thing I'll buy you is a new pair of jeans, now take a seat and get ready!" Ginger whispered harshly as she made sure her guitar was tuned properly for the hundredth time.

The audience was settling back into place, and Ginger turned to her partners to ensure they were ready. January gave a lazy nod, as did Charlette through a large frown. Turning to face the announcer, Ginger gave a confident nod, and he grinned in return.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN GIVE IT UP FOR SSS RANK, WITH CHARLETTE LEE ON DRUMS, JANUARY MILLER ON BASS, AND... err... GINGER ON GUITAR!" The announcer screamed to get the audience excited again.

The floor vibrated with the audiences reaction and they began performing.

It was perfect.

"It looks like our judges have reached a decision!"

Ginger crossed her fingers, hoping for the best.

"And the winner, of the Pasadena Battle of the Bands is...." The exhuberant announcer shouted into his microphone as he eagerly tore into the envelope the judges had handed him. His lips cracked into a huge grin as he read the results.

Turning back to his mic he shouted, "...THE BLAST CORPS!"

The audiences cheers were deafening, more than loud enough to drown out the disappointed moans of every other band who competed and lost.

"And the Runner-Up.... SSS RANK!" He tried to shout over the still maddeningly loud crowd.

Though they each knew they should be celebrating second place over all others, Ginger, Charlette, and January couldn't help but hang their heads in defeat.

"We were going to win, I was so sure of it... That was the best we'd ever performed!" Ginger said in a low voice.

"WHAT?" January shouted, having seen Ginger say something but having not heard a word because of the crowd.

"NOTHING" Ginger shouted back as she hit January in the back of the head lightly. "It's... nothing" She said more quietly as she motioned for both January and Charlette to follow her to the exit.

"GINGER YOU DON'T WANT TO GET THE MONEY NOW?" Charlette shouted, her voice barely carrying enough to be noticed by Ginger.

"THEY CAN MAIL IT. I DON'T FEEL LIKE BEING HERE ANYMORE." Ginger shouted back as she helped January place her bass into the case again. Just before they reached the exit music began to blare from the center stage again. Having not paid attention she was unaware that the crowd had been calling for an encore, and she made her way out of the building more hastily.

"Runner-up's not bad." Charlette weakly said as a way of offering her condolences.

Smiling, Ginger turned to face Charlette. "Yeah. I guess not... I was just so sure of it though!"

"Hey man, don't worry about it. Least you're not looking like, you're gonna like, kill someone anymore!" January said cheerfully.

 

Ginger looked mildly annoyed at January bringing it up before responding. "Yeah, sorry about that, I just get extremely anxious if I have to wait too long for something."

The group reached the small van they drove, and slid their instrument cases inside the back.

"HEY! YOU THREE!"

The voice broke the relatively quiet moment among friends like a wrecking ball through glass.

"SSS RANK WAS IT?"

"Yeah, who's asking?" Ginger asked as she closed the back of the van and came face to face with the person she was speaking with. A portly man, balding, with a thick mustache stood before her. He was wearing an exceedingly expensive looking suit, and the wristwatch he wore over the cuff of his sleeve seemed just as expensive.

"Girls! Hey how ya doin the names Bunginald, Danny Bunginald." he quickly stated while shaking the girls hands.

"Now listen up girls I heard you in there and you're good, real good. I think you're good enough to make it big good. Listen up, you know those guys over at Sticky Fusion that sponsored this thing?" Danny asked.

"Well not personally bu-" Ginger began

"Fuck 'em." Danny interrupted. "Fuck 'em over there, tell you what, I can sign you on with my own big name label, the greatest place for pop idols and up and comers like yourselves."

"Whoa, well, we're certainly not pop idols, you sure you got the right band?" Ginger asked, beginning to be annoyed by the mans presumptuousness.

"I don't know, you tell me! You Ginger, just Ginger, no last name?" He asked quickly.

"Well, yes bu-"

"And you there, shortstuff, your name Charlette Lee?"

"Yes." Charlette answered, not liking Danny more by the second.

"And blondie, you January Miller?"

"Like, yeah I guess I am man."

"There. SSS Rank, soon to be the biggest thing in the music world since Frank Sinatra got ahold of a piano! You girls are gonna be huge! As the number 1 talent scout for Reach Records I can tell you've got what it takes. Do you mind if I smoke?" Danny spoke in one breath as he pulled out a cigar from inside his suit.

Figuring he wasn't going to wait for an answer, Ginger just waited for him to continue as he lit the cigar and took a deep puff.

"Ah that's delicious. Whew. Anyway, what do you say kids? You and me, we can make it!" Danny nearly shouts in excitement.

"Um, gimme a second." Ginger says, grabbing her bandmates and pulling them closer to her.

"Alright but a second is all ya get, I'll just let you know I'm not taking no for an answer!" He laughs.

"Err, right. Just a sec." Ginger says, getting quite annoyed. "Well, girls, what do you thi-" She begins.

"I hate him." Charlette blurts out.

"Yeah, I don't like him much either, but this could be it! Our big break! What do you think January?"

"He called me blondie." January said.

Ginger slapped January in the back of the head before turning back to Charlette.

"I'm going to assume that means January's ok with it. I hate this guy too, but maybe if we get noticed first we can sign onto another label and get away from him."

"Hmm..." Charlette hummed, seeming lost in thought.

"...Ok. We're an untested talent, he'd probably want to see how well we do with an EP or something before signing us on for a multi-record deal. Much as I hate him, he definitely seems like the kind of guy we need." she admitted to her friend..

Smiling, Ginger quickly turned around and nearly screamed. "We'll do it! Will you contact us later? Or how does this work, I've never had the chance to work in a recording studio before."

 

"Whoa whoa there." Danny says through a toothy grin. "Now look here toots, we're doing this the Danny Bunginald way, see when I find talent, I get movin'. And now... now is the time to get movin'! Tomorrow, noon, my office, here's my card." he says quickly while pulling out a card and handing it to Ginger.

"I'll be waiting for you there!" He shouts as he puffs the cigar again and walks back into the auditorium.

Ginger looked at the card for a minute before handing it to Charlette.

"Ginny, that man called me blondie."

"Hmm?" Ginger asked, forgetting that January was there for a minute.

"I don't like him."

Wanting to at least appear good, the band arrived at the studio at promptly noon, where Danny was standing outside talking with an older man.

Trying to be polite, Ginger decided to wait for him to finish his conversation, an attempt that ended only a second after it began.

"Hey! Mr. Bungie! How's it goin' man?" January asked eagerly.

Though startled by the interruption for a moment, Danny recovered quickly. "Just who I was looking for! Look sharp Mr. Roberts, these are the girls I was just telling you about!"

"Roberts? As in, David Roberts? The famous director?" Charlette asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Nice to meet you." He said with a kind smile.

"Oh my God it really is you! I LOVED "A Midsummer Nights Dream In 2099"! And and an-"

"And he gets it Charlette." Ginger interrupted before Charlette could embarass herself further.

"Yeah Charlie, you should like, calm down, or else like, he'll hate you man." January added simply.

David's eyes lit up for a moment as he looked over the three girls. "Why, yes, I was just meeting with Mr. Bunginald here and letting him know I may be in need of some musical talent sometime soon, I think you may have exactly what I'm looking for..."

Charlette opened her mouth to squeal but Ginger quickly clamped her hand Charlette's mouth.

"Hey if you want to, I don't see why not, these girls are gonna be big and soon they'll be more popular than sliced bread!" Danny added with a hearty laugh. "But for now girls, we have to get started immediately, so let's head inside."

"Ok! Let's go!" Ginger echoed, cheerfully as January and Charlette followed behind.

Now alone, David Roberts licked his lips excitedly. "They're perfect." He said in a small voice.

---

The weeks blurred past without a single hitch. SSS Rank as a whole were at the top of their game the entire time, and after only a month, they were as done as they ever would be.

Bright and early one morning, only a few weeks before their album was ready for distribution, Danny called the group in claiming he had excited news.

"Listen, girls. You know I love you right?" He said, stopping to take a puff from his cigar.

All three girls grimaced, but Ginger tried to twist it into a small smile.

"Girls. You remember Mr. David Roberts from a few weeks ago?" He asked.

"Yes of course!" Charlette squeaked out before she could stop herself.

"Now calm down there shorty, he says he wants to offer you girls a job in some kind of big budget independent project. That sounds like an oxymoron to me, but whatever, the mans rich he can do what he wants. When you're famous you'll get to associate with people like him daily, like I do right now." Danny bragged.

Opening the door to the office slowly, Mr. Roberts stepped in again and his eyes lit up upon seeing the girls.

"Whoa, it's Davey again! Ha, cool!" January said, laughing.

"Yes, nice to see you again. I really liked what little I saw of you three a month ago and would love to offer you a job on a secret project!" He said with a warm smile.

"I'm not sure..." Ginger said slowly. "Give us a second." She added quickly and wrapped her arms around January and Charlette, pulling them closer to her.

"We-We've got to do this Ginger! We've just got to!" Charlette said in a panicky voice.

"I dunno man. Davey's cool and all that, but I'm really getting tired of old man Bungie over here, what if everyone rich and famous is like, like him?" January remarked.

"For once I agree with January." Ginger said, feeling shocked as she never felt she'd use those words before. "I know you love this guy, but I really don't like what Danny here is trying to make us into, and Mr. Roberts here could be worst..."

Charlette didn't respond, her mouth just hung open, looking betrayed.

Though it pained her to do it, Ginger stood up straight and simply said, "No." to his generous offer.

Genuinely shocked, Danny stood from his chair and his face began to grow purple. Before he could get a word out though, Mr. Roberts cleared his throat rather loudly.

"Listen, Daniel, do you mind if I maybe speak to them personally, maybe if I told them a little more about it..."

"Hmph, do what you want, see if I care." Danny responded hostilely.

"Ok, come with me for a second." David said as he lead them out of the office.

Slipping the door shut behind him, he addressed the three girls more personally.

"Ok, yeah, I'm sure you're at least aware of the kinds of films I normally make."

"I am!" Charlette interrupted, leading to a heavy sigh by Ginger.

Giving Charlette a toothy grin, he continued. "Well, I've made myself quite a bit of money like this, so one thing I've always wanted to try is to make a big budget short film. Daniel over here gave me the idea of a music video, and recommended me to you three."

"Whoa, so we could like, be on TV with our music, man?" January asked sincerely. "The world is like, so advanced these days!" January chimed in.

"Err, yes. But here's the kicker, it's a bit of a secret, so I thought you might like to know that Danny, well, he knows nothing about it" David added with a mischievous grin.

"That certainly sweetens the offer, but why us, aren't there a million other already famous artists you could use?"

"Please." David begged. "When I saw you three a month ago I knew you were perfect because you had something they don't, and that is being genuine. Everyone over in Hollywood and Los Angeles is a big fake. Genuine people are next to impossible to find, much less get on film, and I think this would really help with the artistic merit of the video.

"Well now I just wanna know what you have planned if you're using the phrase, "Artistic Merit" to describe a silly old music video?" Ginger grinned. "But, what do you two think?"

"GOD YES PLEASE!" Charlette almost screamed in joy.

"Yeah man that seems, like cool. You totally get us Davey, not like Bungie in there." January said while motioning towards the office door.

"Well, anything to oppose Danny, am I right?" Ginger said with a chuckle. "Sorry for seming so uptight earlier, we were just tired of people in the biz like Danny, that's the last thing any of us want to become..."

"Perfect. Meet me over at the Starry Sky Suites at in two hours, you'll need to spend a night there so bring something to sleep in too. Can't wait to see you!" David said with a huge smile.

"No problem then, thanks a lot there Mr. Roberts, we'll just finish meeting with Danny and head right on over."

Only a few hours later the group was up at the Starry Sky Suites, and led to the room they'd be staying in. The hotel was pristine, and not the kind of place any of the girls were used to staying at. No sooner had they been shown to their room that the door opened to reveal Mr. Roberts to them again.

"Girls, you made it just fine, I trust you're satisfied with the accomodations?"

"Well, man, I like, hate to break it to you but, there's only one bed, man." January drawled while yawning.

"Y-Yes I know, that was intentional." David stuttered. "But just trust me, you three take a nap and I'll be back for you in about an hour, I've still got some work to do."

"Do we have to sleep? Can't we just watch TV or something?" Ginger asked, growing a bit skeptic over the situation now.

"Oh no no no, that's part of the project! I need for you to be completely genuine, and the best way to go about that would be to film you three from the moment you wake up, to see your reactions and everything!"

"Yeah, fine..." Ginger began.

"We would be honored!" Charlette squealed.

"Like, yeah ok." January said sleepily. "Whoa, just like, being near these beds is making me sleepy man, I'm going to sleep right now, man." she added dreamily as she walked into the bathroom.

David smiled widely. "Just stay genuine you three, and you'll do fine. I've sunk a couple million into this project, but I know you'll put it to good use. You'll see the results as soon as you wake up, but I'll be off finishing my preparations now, you girls get some sleep, eh?"

And with that, he turned the lights off as he walked out, making sure to lock the door behind him as he went.

Now alone in a relatively dark room, the girls just looked at each other for a moment before the bathroom opened up again.

January stepped out in a skimpy lace nightshirt and panties. Her shiny blonde hair, among other things, bounced as she ran past her friends excitedly, jumping into bed and slipping under the covers.

"Is, uh, that what you normally go to sleep in, January?" Ginger asked as Charlette stepped into the bathroom to change too.

"Oh yeah man, some real nice girl like, gave it to me a couple months ago after a gig." January giggled. "Said she thought I'd look like, real cool in it man. I told her man, I was like, "Whoa man, you should like, buy one for Gin and Charlie too man!" and she said she'd mail them.

Ginger laughed, remembering her shock at receiving a package with what she had later deemed, "Naughty nightwear"

"Bathrooms all yours Ginger." Charlette said as she exited wearing an oversized T-shrt with an equally oversized, "SSS RANK" logo the group had been working on. Her hair had been let down to flow halfway down her back, and she wore thin white socks on her feet.

"No thanks, I can't shake the feeling this guy is just trying to film some really bad porn, so I'll do him one better and sleep fully clothed. That's an iron clad battle tactic." Ginger replied, giving a strong thumbs up.

"Don't say that about him! The man's a genius!" Charlette nearly shouted defensively.

"Yeah man, he's like totally cool. You said he like, gets us, right Charlie?" January asked.

"That's why I don't trust him. After Danny, anyone that "Gets us" is automatically suspicious." Ginger answered, climbing into the bed, and struggling to get comfortable in sleeping with her heavy boots.

"Yeah yeah yeah, whatever Ginger, you need to lighten up." Charlette mentioned as she hopped in after Ginger.

"Oh man, I wish I was like, awake already. I wonder what exactly he's going to have us do? I hope it's fun." January moaned as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"These beds are waay too comfortable." Ginger followed up as she quickly fell asleep too.

"Must be some kinda space age materials designed to..." Charlette stopped to yawn heavily. "Designed to... make sleeping easier..." And before she knew it, was asleep too.

The three girls slept silently, the only sound coming from the air vents in the room. A small hissing sound as the room gradually filled with a thin wispy smoke.

As usual, Charlette, the most responsible member of the group was the first to wake up and notice the changes. The sun was now shining directly over them, blinding even. They were no longer in a comfortable bed, but on an uncomfortable surface. Their blankets were gone, and it didn't take very long to realize the room as a whole was now missing.

Sitting up, she looked at her surroundings. She could very clearly feel herself sitting on the ground, but the point of view seemed to be from an airplane. A large portion of the miniature city near her had crumbled to dust, and with the unerring desire to know more, she lightly tapped a building as big as her hand. The cool metal resisted her soft finger for a moment before its foundations shook and it collapsed too.

Charlette's eyes lit up. She turned to her still sleeping friends, and nudged them both gently.

"I KNEW IT! GET OFF ME! YOU'RE SO SUED!" Ginger shouted as she woke up and flailed her arms wildly, a large portion of the buildings near her sparkling for a moment as her voice shattered all the windows simultaneously.

"Mmm, can't we shoot tomorrow?" January groaned in response as she rolled onto her side, her now mountainous breasts falling onto and seemingly swallowing a few buildings before they too crushed.

Ginger calmed down upon seeing that it was only Charlette, who now looked quite sorry to have woken her, but seemed to be recovering from her initial shock. Turning to her side she saw January still laying on her side and gave her a slap to the back of the head.

"Man!" January moaned, upset as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Yawning, she asked, "What's up Charlie?", seeing Charlette looking excited again.

"Ok guys, I don't know if you've noticed yet, but we're in a tiny city!" Charlette almost squealed out of excitement.

Ginger and January both looked around, and their eyes grew wide with realization.

"I TOTALLY GET IT!" Charlette now screamed in joy.

"Get what? What is there to get?" Ginger asked frantically, looking worried as she saw the damage they had already caused.

"Whoa man, if this is like real, that really sucks man." January said, afraid to touch the city surrounding her. "What are we gonna like, do Gin? Being huge probably, like, sucks."

"Nononono! We're not huge, we're still normal, this is all part of the project!" Charlette began, speaking so quickly that Ginger and January had a hard time keeping up.

"I knew that Mr. Roberts had something big planned But this is some top-notch stuff here!" Charlette said, absently poking at another building. "It's all a big artistic statement. That's why he needed genuine people! We needed to show him that even after becoming, "Big" and famous, that we would continue being ourselves. I mean, other celebrities would probably offer to repay damages, make everything they did wrong, right, and such, but if we're just being ourselves, we've got nothing to apologize for! Other celebrities would care what tabloids, or other publications say about them, and we're not like that at all! I mean look at this city, and how fragile it is!"

With that Charlette stood to her feet and looked for a particularly tall building, quickly finding one that reached to her knee. Lifting a socked foot she trampled it to dust with no effort, raising a huge plume of smoke and ash from the remains.

"Real buildings are big, strong things built to take all kinds of abuse, whether it be from weather, natural disasters, or anything, and I put no effort into breaking THAT." She continued. "This is some sort of elaborately designed fake city, the buildings are made to collapse in a fantastic way to wow the viewer. Our job is to destroy this little city, and show that we will never stop being ourselves! Mr. Roberts understands us way more than we realized, and I completely agree with his artistic vision, I mean look at the production values that must have gone into this city!"

Charlette looked around a tiny, carefully reconstructed version of the city and smiled.

"I mean look, he's probably made use of a huge open field, and made sure to kill off any bugs that would ruin the illusion. The recreation is amazing, and these tiny animatronic people running about must have cost a fortune to make! I almost feel bad for figuring it out so fast..." Charlette said, getting quiet at the end of her statement.

"It's so realistic though." She thinks aloud, tipping over a building with her socked toes.

"Oh man Charlie, I just got, like, a crazy thought man." January blurted out. "What if you're wrong man, and this is all real." She asked, her eyes growing wide as she said, "real".

Ginger slapped January on the back of the head lightly. "You dunderhead, weren't you just paying attention, of course this isn't real!"

With that, Ginger stood on her feet and hovered her chunky black boot over a few tiny buildings and lowered it slowly. Even quicker than Charlette, the buildings collapsed into little more than heaps of dust.

"See? I can confirm that that was way too easy to be real." Ginger answered rather matter-of-factly. "They may look ultra realistic, but they're pretty shoddy in construction, like they were made to be destroyed."

"Which they were." Charlette chimed in.

"Besides, whoever heard of people growing? I'm pretty sure that something like that is impossible." Ginger added.

"Oh definitely Ginger, the body wasn't made to be as big as we have the illusion of being." Charlette answered with a smile.

"Hold on man, lemme like, test it myself." January says as she stands up. Pressing her sole into a cluster of small homes, they resisted for what felt like milliseconds before popping lightly.

"Ok yeah, now I like, believe you man." January smiled. "I just like, didn't think stepping on something with a big heavy boot was like, a good way to test it man. But I figured, "Like, hey, maybe if I can do the same thing without a big heavy boot I'd be way more accurate" man."

"So you thought stepping on something with your big smelly foot would be more accurate than my boots?" Ginger asked, annoyed.

"Like, totally Gin."

Ginger slapped January in the back of the head and stomped off to explore the city.

"Well, I guess we should get to work then." Charlette piped up. "I can't wait to tear into this city and teach it a lesson."

"We'll also get to destroy a couple million dollars worth of models and equipment." Ginger laughed as she took slow, exaggerated steps around the city before finally settling on one building in particular.

"Ah, here we go. Chilton High School." She sneered at the pathetic building that barely reached her ankles.

"I don't know about you two, but I hated coming here more than anything else in the world." Ginger reminisced. "It may not be real, but this is the closest I think I'll be getting to revenge on this god forsaken building."

With that, Ginger dug her fingers into opposite sides of the base of the school and gave a hard wrench upwards. The large building shuddered and didn't come free cleanly, but the building as a whole was remarkably intact.

Pressing a huge blue eye to one of the many windows, she observed the definitely panicked looking people inside and laughed derisively. "Man these little people are too cool! They're scared and everything!" Ginger mused.

"They probably respond to vibrations, they were probably inactive until you touched that building and activated them." Charlette explained.

"Quit ruining the illusion, I need this." Ginger said as she licked her lips in anticipation.

Without any warning, she thrust her tongue into the second floor of the building, and felt the tiny hands beat against it. The feeling was amazing, and she wiggled the tongue about inside a bit, feeling it crack into the floor above, and break the floor below.

The gentle tickling on her tongue was amazing, and she curled it downward, intent on scooping up as many of the lilliputian sized people as she could. It didn't take long for the entire top of her tongue to be filled with frantic struggles.

Rather than draw her tongue out immediately, Ginger grinned as best she could with her tongue in a building as she felt a couple of the people trapped under her tongue. Their struggles grew weaker after about a minute, before stopping altogether.

Pulling her head back quickly, Ginger extended her tongue outwards and allowed the clump of humanity gathered on her tongue to slide into her throat. The people were small enough that they would tickle going down, but still small enough to not possibly choke on.

Ginger swallowed loudly after her little snack, licking her lips again to clean off the stray people that had gotten stuck.

"Did you really just eat them?" Charlette asked.

"Yeah, didn't taste like much but they felt really good going down." Ginger answered with an uncharacteristic giggle.

"What if they're not safe to eat?" Charlette asked again, a little worried.

"Pfft, who cares. If they're not safe to eat he's open to lawsuits for not telling us beforehand." Ginger laughed as she poked her finger into the hole made by her tongue, and gathered a few more scared people into her fingernail. Sucking her finger back into her mouth, she smacked her lips loudly, just to annoy Charlette.

Turning the building upside down, Ginger bore her index finger deep into the building, making sure to get a hole that went through every hole, before turning it giving it a slight shake, and turning it rightside up again directly over her pursed lips.

Many more people fell into her mouth this time, finding they were unable to keep a hold on anything and slipping into the series of newly created holes by her finger. Their cries for help were drowned out by a rumbling giggle, the sheer volume of people now resting on her tongue was tickling Ginger more than anything else ever had.

The flow of people didn't last long, and when a few light taps on the roof failed to produce anymore results, she dropped the building and brought her boot on it heavily.

The drop from mouth height had been devastating to the buildings infrastructure, but it had managed to stay remarkably intact. The thick rubber boot now pressing into it's side did little to ensure it would stay that way however, and any remaining injured survivors were treated to the view on the bottom of the sole crashing down on them for what seemed like an eternity.

Ginger sighed happily, quite satisfied that she had taken her proper revenge on the school she had hated for so many years.

"Thee, thib is ackshully berry thewapeutick" Ginger mouthed, the writhing mass of humanity still on her tongue slurring her words together.

"The least you could do is swallow them." Charlette said in response.

Tilting her head back again, Ginger swallowed as loud as she could, the sounds of it vibrating the insides of her mouth and eliciting further screams of terror and cries for help.

Ginger only took this as a sign that Charlette's theory was correct, and enjoyed the sensation of hundreds of people sliding down her throat while nothing could be done to prevent it.

Turning to face Charlette again, Ginger smiled dreamily.

"You're sick." she said flatly.

"Don't knock it til you've tried it." Ginger grinned as she opened her mouth wide and presented it to Charlette.

"Is there anyone left in there?" Ginger asked.

Looking deep in Ginger's mouth, Charlette did immediately spot something. A small girl, seemingly trapped between Ginger's relatively huge teeth was screaming for help, but Ginger couldn't feel it from the looks of it.

"Nope, all clear." Charlette lied, knowing Ginger would just make a huge spectacle of swallowing the last one had she told the truth.

"Ah, oh well, I can get some more later." Ginger said, not hiding her disappointment. "But what about you Charlette, you can't just stand here watching me break this stuff. GENUINE, remember! Get to work yourself!"

"Ah, I-I can't help it. I just want to know how these people work." Charlette admitted, blushing.

"Then just, take a look or something?"

"Take a look... That's it!"

Bending onto her knees, Charlette used two fingers to pluck a person off the streets for closer inspection.

Unfortunately she used just a bit too much pressure, and all she found upon spreading her fingers was a red stain.

Ginger laughed from behind Charlette and encouraged her to try again.

Nodding in affirmation, Charlette moved her fingers back down more slowly this time, and as gently as she felt she could, lifted a person, who she dropped into her other open palm.

With a look of intense curiousity she quickly used her fingernail to split the person at the midsection. A healthy amount of blood seeped out onto her palm from the severed halves, and the screams were definitely audible.

"Amazing..." Charlette said quietly. "I don't see any wires or metal skeletons or anything, but this thing reacts so smoothly and makes noises. There has to be a tiny speaker or movement system inside..."

Turning both of the severed halves of the body over in her hands, she figured she had done too much damage, and decided to try again on a new person.

Gently picking a second person up, she instead pinched the head clean off the neck. Bright red blood shot out and covered her fingernails, and Charlette briefly considered killing them off just for the sake of painting her nails for the video.

"Still nothing." Charlette thought in frustration as she looked over the headless body in her grasp. "Must be a radio controlled microchip or something..."

Soon a small pile of bodies began to pile up around Charlette's feet. They had all been cut in some way, and a few that had lost only one or two limbs still thrashed about, screaming in pain.

Charlette's hands were beginning to grow a deep red from the multitude of people she had slaughtered for the sake of understanding how they worked, but all results turned out to be inconclusive.

Dropping a man she had cut in half with her fingernail vertically into the pile, she stood to her feet again.

The pile of people was mostly still, save the occasional twitch from those not completely dead, and a moan of pain from someone who was too injured to shout.

"Well that was a huge waste of time." She sighed and stepped on the entire pile of people she had gathered together. Her socked foot caused many of the top most bodies to rolldown hill, and the few who had accepted their fate again screamed in renewed panic at the sight of the thin sock overhead.

Not going out of her way to make it last longer as Ginger had, Charlette simply continued applying pressure until her foot was relatively flat against the ground again.Blood seeped anew from many of the bodies and soaked the bottom of her sock, turning it a deep red.

"Hmm... I wonder." Charlette thought as she looked over her now bright red sock.

Wordlessly, she ignored Ginger and walked to a heavily populated area of the city, where a large crowd had been running away foolishly on foot.

Stomping heavily just outside the group, she started rubbing her foot back and forth across the ground, building up, in her mind at least, static electricity. Her incessant rubbing toppled a few smaller buildings, and after a couple minutes of this, she lifted her foot and pressed it onto the escaping crowd lightly.

Instantly, Charlette could understand what Ginger had meant. The feeling of all the bodies under her sock was amazing and she applied just a tiny bit more pressure so they rubbed her a little more frantically.

The people beneath the sock panicked as the foot came onto them, but quickly realized that given her tremendous scale, the relatively open weave of the sock might be enough to save them. The more daring ones squeezed through the sock, feeling it would have been preferable to death.

They were quite wrong as she pressed they found themselves tightly pressed between the sock and her foot. Her foot molded to each of their individual shapes as it pressed down more and more, eventually pinning those that chose to stay under the sock beneath them as well.

Two layers of human kind were now trapped beneath Charlette.

The pressure continued to increase, she seemed to have changed her mind about just toying with them, and was now ready to wipe them out. The peoples efforts renewed but a gentle tickling was probably not what they expected to receive for their efforts.

Charlette was on cloud nine as her shapely foot continued to bear down on the people trapped beneath her. She knew she would have to give Mr. Roberts a big hug for allowing her to experience something like this.

Her foot was simply too big and pressed onto her captors too heavily, however. Those trapped inside the sock were suffocating from a lack of air as the foot made it impossible to breath, while those trapped beneath the sock were merely getting crushed.

Though it was a horrifying situation to most of those involved, Charlette found it to be, well, as Ginger had told her, quite therapeutic. The people underfoot were losing a fight she wasn't even actively participating in, and she decided to stop it by pressing her foot flat into the ground. The street crumbled around her foot, as she continued to place more pressure.

"CHARLETTE!" Ginger nearly shouted from behind her.

"Wh-What?!" Charlette asked, quite surprised that she had been seen.

"What are you doing? It looked like you were balancing on one foot, then you started jumping in place?" Ginger asked, curious over her friends behavior.

"Err, it was nothing. Just, uh, being genuine! Yeah, you know!" Charlette asked, relieved Ginger had apparently not seen everything.

"Right. Genuine. Gotcha." Ginger said with a thumbs up, deciding not to mention that she had been watching the whole time. "Anyway, we must've been asleep longer than I thought, the sky is starting to turn orange and the sun is gonna set soon."

"Oh, well, I figure we should probably just sleep if it gets late and Mr. Roberts will pick us up when he's ready." Charlette replied.

"Gotcha, we should probably tell January too." Ginger said as she looked over the skyline, quickly spotting an enormous feminine shape towering over the knee high buildings.

January had been searching the city for what seemed like ages before finding exactly what she was looking for. A square shaped cluster of about nine similar sized buildings.

Ginger and Charlette arrived quickly, but before they could pass the news to January, they felt they had to watch what she was planning to do out of sheer curiousity.

Not having noticed her friends arriving, January turned around and slowly lowered her prodigous rear end onto the cluster of buildings.

Her logic was simple, as was the rest of her mind. If one building couldn't support her, maybe a bunch of ones about the same size would do the job and she could have herself a nice chair.

Unfortunately, she had forgotten about other variables, and immediately after the cool metal touched the exposed portion of her behind, she gave a slight jump in surprise and fell onto the buildings with far more pressure than she had intended.

None of them stood a chance. January's rounded bum hit with all the force of a bomb, and all of the buildings met their end simultaneously, the sounds of their destruction and the terror of a thousand individuals within those buildings creating a terrible symphony..

Looking disappointed, January stood up and wiped off her backside, looking around for more things to do.

"Nice one January." Charlette giggled.

"Yeah, real smart." Ginger timed in.

Turning around in surprise, January finally took notice of Charlette and Ginger standing nearby. "Gin and Charlie! Man, I was like, trying to use those buildings as a seat but they were so cold that it surprised me and I broke them!"

"We saw." Ginger smirked.

"Yeah man, that was totally bad. But it's ok, I'm sure I can find another potential chair, man. But have you guys tried like, stepping on the people? It's totally rad!" January happily said.

"O-Oh really?" Charlette said as her face grew red. "Is that so?"

"Aw yeah Charlie, you should really try it, check this out."

January searched the nearby area for only a moment before finding a small crowd running from the three girls. Lifting her bare sole to her knee, she exhaled deeply on it, before quickly pressing down onto the fleeing people.

The people stuck fast to the bottom of January's foot, and she wiggled her toes about, laughing at the tickling sensations they provided.

"See? They get stuck pretty easily man, and it really tickles!"

Lifting her foot up she placed it vertically against a shin high building and used the edge to scrape off the people, and leave them up on the roof. Unfortunately, January is far from the most dextrous person in the world, and though she did manage to scrape them off the bottom of her foot rather roughly, they were quickly pressed deeply into the flesh of her toes as the grabbed at the top of the building.

The people had less than a second to celebrate surviving beneath the giantess's incredible foot before her toes enveloped them for a brief instant, and they were crunched into the roof. Their bodies were pressed down into the top floor of the building as January's clumsy toes also tore a big hole into the top floor.

"But sometimes they tickle too much and then I have like, get rid of them man." January said to both her friends. "But the little crunch they make is like, pretty cool man. I had some stuck to my toes earlier and I pretended like I was a rollercoaster man! It was like, totally cool! I zoomed around and smashed into houses and other people and cars and buildings, and my other foot and I don't know when but they fell off at some point and I lost them."

Wanting to try it again, January desperately seeks out another crowd and finds one fairly quickly. She pressed her foot down again and after noticing they stuck rather well, promptly forgot her plan.

She stared at the bottom of her foot for about a minute. The people were making savage attempts to escape, beating into her sole with all their strength, but doing little more than dimpling the flesh they struck.

Figuring whatever she had planned probably wasn't important, January brought her other foot forward and pressed the two together gently. The tickles were beginning to bother her however, and she steadily applied pressure, feeling the thin little crunches emanate outward.

Lasting only a few moments, January grinds her feet against each other, enjoying the crunchy, moist feeling far more than the dry, wriggly one from a moment ago.

"Having fun?" Ginger asked with a hint of genuine curiousity.

"Oh yeah man, it's like stepping into the snow, except it's people, not the snow. It's totally like, awesome Gin." January replied happily.

"Yeah.. well I'll be back in a minute, we're gonna need to get to sleep when it turns dark, since we don't know when old man Roberts will be coming by." Ginger informed January as she walked off.

"Gotcha, sleep at dark for when Davey shows up." She repeated, not taking her eyes off her feet.

"Err, I'll be back in a minute too." Charlette added.

"Charlie's going somewhere for a minute too. Gotcha." January echoed.

Stepping away from the group, Ginger decides to give into her temptations. She had seen both Charlette and January enjoy the feeling of the city underfoot, and though she wouldn't admit it, she wanted desperately to know what it was like too.

Standing over in the rich side of the city, she finally went through with it. Sitting down, she unbuckled her black leather boots, and slipped them off. Only a second later, her long socks had followed suit, and she wasted no time in pressing her foot onto a single individual running away.

The lone individual Ginger had happened to catch was none other than her least favorite person, Danny Bunginald. He had been trying to start his car for the past couple of hours, but simple was not able to. Forced to escape on foot, he had been making incredibly slow progress, a life of overeating and smoking finally catching up to him.

When Ginger had appeared over head he tried to redouble his efforts but found he simply wasn't able to move fast enough. He watched as she sat down nearby, shaking him to his very core. The sky above him darkened as she blocked the sun for blocks around.

The thunderous sound of a buckle snapping froze his heart. He turned his attention to Ginger and watched her slip off her boots. He briefly thought back on his time with them and remembered that he had never seen her wear anything but those boots.

Even had he not remembered that, the incredible rush of heat that filled the entire area would have served as reminder enough. She followed up by slipping off her socks, and an unmistakable odor invaded his senses, joining the heat.

She had turned her head to face him, and Danny looked around. He screamed in horror, realizing there was no one nearby she could have been looking at. Turning to run, he didn't make it far before her graceful sole met his body, and pressed him into the asphalt.

Unlike the other two, Ginger's foot was quite moist from having been trapped inside a black boot all day, and Danny used this to his advantage. The moisture from the foot allowed him to make some progress from underfoot, and he managed to slip out, much to his and Ginger's surprise.

Even when she didn't know it was Danny, he had a knack for pissing her off, and she simply adjusted her foot, pressing it onto him again.

It was like he was in a sauna, only he was fully clothed and and the smell wasn't exactly pleasing. This issue was quickly resolved however, as the foot compressed further, and he was blocked from breathing further, as he lost all ability to essentially move.

He continued trying to escape, fearing he would go mad with the effort. His body was less than nothing compared to her divine foot, and he felt his body begin to lose the fight. With every snap, he found himself apologizing for something. He apologized for stealing money from his clients, telling his mother he hated her, all manner of things. He knew that if he were to survive this, he would move on, a changed man.

The wetness beneath Ginger's foot spread around from the single man she had crushed. Charlette and January were right, that felt amazing, and she decided to leave her boots and socks off as she stomped off to find them again.

Ginger found January scooping up people by the handful and pressing them into her chest.

Almost afraid to ask what was going on, Ginger's curiousity quickly won over.

"Uh, January.... What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, Gin! Aw man this is so cool, I think like, maybe this guy IS trying to use us to, like, make some cheap porn. And these like, little people, are just creative containers for some body oil!" January said, happy with having figured it out on her own.

"I thought we agreed he wasn't trying to make porn when we, you know, woke up here." Ginger answered slowly.

"Yeah, but like, I bet that's what he was planning anyway. Now here Gin, rub these into my boobs." January said excited.

"No."

"Come on man, it'll be totally cool."

"No."

"Fine, you're no fun." January said as she looked over the crowd in her hand again.

Among the crowd was a name from long ago that she had probably already forgotten, but Ginger had temporarily declared them a rival band, that they would need to always do better than.

The Blast Corps, the winner of the Battle of the Bands that had began this series of events so long ago found themselves captured in the hands of the dumb blonde from the runner-up band.

Though they had won the Battle, it looked like they were not to win the war, as January slapped both her hands full of people onto her chest and rubbed the bodies around, using them to oil herself up. The bodies had been trapped between her palm and her breast for the slightest fraction of a second before they were pressed into each other. The pressure increased exponentially, cracking and liquefying the bodies into a red goop.

She massaged the remains deeply into her skin, but found that she never became shiny or more desirable.

Not wanting to give up yet though, she picked up another double handful and pressed them into her chest again, massaging them in before she found herself slapped in the back of the head.

"Enough fondling yourself, the sun's setting!" Ginger scolded, though made a mental note to try that later if she got the chance.

"Oh, fine man. Charlie said she'd be like, over there or something." January groaned, disappointed.

"Alright, wait here, and quit pressing people into your big, dumb, boobs."

Charlette had stepped off to the side, intent on trying something she had seen earlier. She held but a single person in her hand. A small woman. Through miraculous coincidence, this was the woman that had sent the band the, "Naughty nightwear."

Studying the woman in her palm for a moment, she finally opened her mouth slowly.

To the woman in her palm, the inside of Charlette's mouth was a terrifying, wet cavern. The tongue was huge and seemed to dance in antcipation of it's latest catch.

The palm was tilted nonchalantly, and the woman slid down, landing on the wet tongue with a small, "Smack!"

She was now inside the cave, and it was more beautiful than she could have ever imagined. Being a closet lesbian, she had always tried ridiculous things to gain the affections of other women, and none had worked.

Now though, now she lay on the tongue of a woman of fantastic size. The sensation running through her set her on fire, and she quickly kissed the enormous tongue. She knew it would be only a moment before the very tongue she was showing affection for would kill her, but she couldn't help it.

Holding onto a tiny section of the tongue as if it were her lover, she kissed it deeply all over, as waves of saliva washed over her. The lips began to close, sealing off all light, leaving her and her newfound lover alone in the dark.

Losing the little self control she had remaining, she started to grind into the pulsing tongue beneath her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt, and, she realized as she started sliding back, would ever feel again.

Her grip lost on the tongue, she was carried in a wave of saliva towards the back of the throat and slid down it easily. The throat accepted her easily, and she found herself in a cavernous stomach. Though she was unable to see anything, she lay back and accepted her fate with a smile. This woman was her Goddess, and she would be happy to die for her.

Charlette swallowed the little woman effortlessly, barely feeling her as she went down the throat. Slightly disappointed, she looks for another but feels a heavy pat on the back.

"There you are Charlette. It's getting dark so we figured now's a good a time as any to get some sleep." Ginger cheerfully said.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Charlette replied, her hopes at trying further experiments dashed.

As the sun set over the devastated city, the three friends were regrouped, and sitting in an area that was once filled with people.

January stands quickly. "Man, can't I like, play a little bit more?"

"There's not much more to play with." Ginger says dully.

"I'm sure I can find something man, just like, lemme take a look." January pleas and takes a step.

Before she can complete the step however, Ginger grabs her ankle, and January falls face down onto the city, causing a massive earthquake and rising a huge plume of smoke.

"Oh... fine." January concedes and uses her hands to brush a large amount of debris forward, making a rather crude pillow to lay on.

"Then you won't mind if I decide to use your fat ass as a pillow?" Ginger laughs as she lays her head down onto January's cozy behind.

"Don't forget about me." Charlette remarks wearily, laying her head on January's back, directly next to Ginger.

"Yeah yeah yeah, but next time someone else gets to be like, the pillow, ok?" January asks.

"Sure thing." Ginger says, crossing her fingers so Charlette can see.

"No problem." Charlette adds, stifling a giggle.

With that, almost as quickly as they had declared it, the group was asleep again. The day had been enjoyable, and one they would never forget. All three were sure they would miss feeling of being a giantess, but figured it was just part of being a celebrity. Sometimes you have fun, but it's mostly work.

---

Far outside of the city limits, there is a small shack untouched by the girls rampage.

There is but one room inside. The room isn't light by light bulbs, instead it's lit by the walls. Lining the walls all over, floor to ceiling are monitors. All but a small handful of the monitors display anything, the rest only showing static and a, "NO SIGNAL" error.

The front of the room has a small computer, where a man sits in a chair, flipping through all the feeds from the one monitor in front of him.

"Millions of dollars spent on cameras. Spread all over the city, capture as many things as possible from several angles. Definitely worth it..." He muttered to himself. "More than enough footage to work with. Just need that one final shot... a closer. Something to go out on, something that will make them say, "This is a true David Roberts production"..."

He frantically types into the small computer before he gets what he was looking for. A satellite view of the world.

He zooms in, stopping frequently to adjust the image, but he finally gets what he was looking for.

An overhead shot of the three girls sleeping all over each other. The city around them is in ruins, looking much like an active warzone. The girls themselves though, serene, and completely at peace. The dynamic was just too much from him to take.

He studies the image for several minutes before a single, fat tear rolls down his cheek.

"Fuckin' masterpiece."

END.