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.
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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.
Giantess World
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