Red hair.
Blue eyes.
Freckles.
And dwarfing buildings with a burger in her hand.
Thomas's first impression of the sign was that it seemed like a parody of that redheaded mascot little girl, Wendy from the restaurant, Wendy's. However, the cartoon mascot embedded on the towering pole seemed older, hair done into a ponytail wearing a pink waitress's outfit of some sort. The little black buildings around her knees signified her height and if that didn't, the the flashy words, "Big Girl's Burgers" over her smiling face did.
"Big Girl's Burger?" Thomas read confused, looking over at Tiffany's smiling face.
Tiffany collected the little man from her shoulder to look at him better. "Uh huh!" She nodded. "I like their food a lot." She then rose a brow giving Thomas a quizzical look. "Wait, you don't have a Big Girl's in your world?" She asked, using an apparent abbreviated term, "Big Girl's."
He shook his head. "I doubt it. It looks very similar to a Wendy's, though."
"It's better than Wendy's. You'll love it!" She exclaimed, eagerly making her way to the glass door where Thomas could see the numerous giantesses seated or standing on line. "Wait. Hold on. We just passed Gwen and Bree to get here. Shouldn't we go back and tell them we found a spot?" He inquired.
Thomas could hear a sigh escape Tiffany's mouth as she turned around and for a second, he started to feel a bit guilty. Maybe I'm too bossy with her, he thought. "You know what..." He was about to say but saw Gwen and Bree's massive forms in the distance. Gwen, who held in her hand her hat and seemed to be rubbing her head for some reason gave them a cheerful wave before she ran up to them. The preteen's innocent dash had made Thomas recoil backwards instinctively in Tiffany's palm. He still couldn't entirely get use to how such giant girls could move so fast.
"Cool! You found the Big Girl's, Tiff. I always pass it when I come to the meetings." Gwen said.
Tiffany looked up at the girl nervously and simply nodded her head. Behind her was two women who entered the restaurant followed by a not so happy looking Bree.
"Uh, Bree? You alright?" Thomas asked with a quizzical look.
From whatever Gwen had did to her, he figured she wasn't but felt he had to ask anyways. The glare she gave Gwen before looking at him didn't strike him as scary though. It was more like that cute pouty look she gave him when Tiffany ran up that tree. The girl was just not meant to be scary.
"Oh I'm fine, Thomas." Her tone told him she wasn't fine. "I just didn't realize getting groped was a thing now." She glowered back at Gwen who returned a innocent grin.
"Aww, come on," Gwen cooed, hugging Bree's arm. "I said I was sorry and you even popped me on the head soooo... we're even now, right?"
Bree tried to pull her arm away but Gwen held on, rubbing her head on her arm affectionately. "Don't do this again, Gwen." Bree warned. Gwen still persisted.
"Gwen, get off me."
Thomas cringed. He was starting understand Bree's boiling point now. "Hey, Gwen. Maybe you should stop?"
His plead feel on deaf ears as Gwen proceeded to cuddle.
"Gwen..." Bree seethed.
"GET. OFF!"
---
The cashier kept looking at the young girl's forehead longer than she'd like. The red bruise was light yet noticeable.
"Anything else?" The cashier asked after taking the girl's order.
The girl smiled sheepishly. "Yeah. Can I get a large Sprite with like a bunch of ice? And hold the Sprite please."
---
Gwen carried her food over to where Tiffany and Bree was sitting, a booth by a window with two leathery red seats adjacent from each other and a white table where Thomas and Trisha sat upon. Gwen smiled widely at the group who had already gotten their food before her, taking a seat next to Tiffany.
"Hehe. She was nice enough to give me the ice for free!" She said, holding up one of the cups; the one filled with ice.
Across from her, Bree gave her a remorseful look, shuffling in her seat. "I... Um... Sorry for chopping you so hard. You know, I really wouldn't have mine buying you your food."
Gwen waved her off in a dismissive gesture, picking up some fries from her tray before munching on them. "Meh. I had it coming. My mom always gives me my B-day money early anyways so don't sweat it." She then took the paper cup full of ice and crushed the top before bringing the now makeshift ice pack to her head.
By Tiffany's tray of chicken nuggets, a milkshake and fries bought courtesy of Bree, Thomas had stood up from the soft napkin he sat on with a giant nugget in his arms. "Wait. B-day as in birthday as in your birthday?"
Tiffany's eyes widened to that guessing what Thomas had in mind. She hated birthday parties and was hoping the rough girl wasn't having one.
"Yup! Yup! It's next week Friday and I'm gonna have a party and you and Tiff are invited!"
Tiffany groaned mentally.
The smile Thomas produced made Tiffany groan even more. She picked up here milkshake, slurping it bitterly.
"Cool. Doesn't that cool, Tiff?" Thomas asked.
Tiffany finished slurping then sighed. "I'm not going." She stated flatly.
Thomas had figured that was what she was going to say. He was still contemplating the way he had been ordering Tiffany around and figured if she didn't want to go, she didn't have to.
Bree looked up from her salad after hearing birthday party. She loved birthday parties! She didn't care if she was too old for them, especially since younger kids thought she was cool. "Hey, am I invited?" She asked.
Gwen had ignored her, now fretting. What did she mean she wasn't going?! Every kid liked birthdays. If she wasn't going, then Thomas wasn't going and that meant he wouldn't help her get chummy with Jeremy!
"What do you mean you're not going?!" Gwen exclaimed taking the ice pack from her forehead.
"Wait. Am I invited? I wanna come!" Bree interjected.
Tiffany pouted, crossing her arms. "It's like I said, I'm not going." The look Gwen gave her was that of astonishment. She looked at Thomas as if expecting him to change her mind but he simply shrugged.
"Sorry, Gwen." He apologized.
"But, but..." Gwen stammered. "They'll be music and pizza and ice cream cake and... and... all of my friends will be there and... and... we're gonna have an epic water gun fight!"
"I like ice cream cake." Bree muttered, feeling upset about being ignored.
"No." Was Tiffany's simple reply.
"Hold on," It was Thomas who spoke again. "Why do you want Tiffany to come to your party so badly?"
Crap! Gwen thought nervously. "Uh... Well... You see..." She stuttered.
"Because she wants you, Thomas, to help her invite a boy she likes to her birthday." Everyone turned their attention the most quiet person at the booth, Trisha.
The look of embarrassment on Gwen's face was the perfect revenge for Trisha who smiled cheekily.
"What?" Thomas asked.
Bree's eyes practically glowed hearing that. "Really?! Is that true?! You like a boy?!" She nearly screamed in utter glee.
"No!" Gwen retorted defensively, her cheeks burning. "I don't like no boy! He's just some dork kid of my mom's friend."
Trisha waved her off. "Oh dear, no need to hide it. We can see it written all over your face." To Trisha's delight, Gwen blushed even more, betrayed by her skin.
"Oh my gosh, Gwen. That's so cute!" Bree squealed.
Thomas rose a brow to this but couldn't help but chuckle. "Wow, and hear I thought you liked girls."
Trisha smiled smugly, still enjoying the red cheeks of her owner that now matched the bruise of her forehead. She had told Gwen countless of times how she wasn't a fan of busty girls yet she had still smushed her into Bree's boob and now she was getting her revenge. "Oh yes, Thomas. You don't know how badly she swoons over the boy. In fact, she thinks you would be the perfect candidate for helping her invite him seeing as Jeremy and you are both... well... studious fellows."
Gwen stood up, arching herself over Trisha. "Oh, you are so gonna get crushed." Gwen seethed. Trisha simply looked up at her sticking out her tongue, unfazed by the threat. The giggle next to her made her turn to it's owner; Tiffany. Gwen scowled at her but felt even more embarrassed. "What's so funny?"
Tiffany smiled. "You like a boooyyyy." She teased.
"Yeah! So what!?"
"So, you said this boy is smart, Trisha?" Thomas asked.
Trisha nodded. "That's right."
Thomas laughed. "Didn't know you were into the smart types, Gwen."
"Guys! Stop teasing her!" Bree defended, an adamant look etched upon her face as she got up. She then went around the booth and sat next to Gwen giving her a one-armed hug. "It's okay. I'll help you know all there is to know about boys. Think of me as your oneesan!"
"O... Oneesan?" Gwen asked. She was feeling a little better now that one of Bree's breast was touching her.
Thomas bit into his nugget. "It means older sister. Seriously Bree, what do you know about guys?" He challenged although his tone was jocular.
Bree smirked, catching on to Thomas's tone. "I know quite a lot, Thomas." She sassed back playfully earning an eye roll from him. She hugged Gwen tighter. "Just be yourself around him, Gwen. Boys appreciate a girl who's real."
Trisha nodded her head. "I told her the exact same thing. You know, she's dreadfully shy around him that she barely had an actual conversation with him."
Bree looked at Gwen with pitiful eyes that made Gwen want to hurl. "Awww!!!" Bree cooed. Gwen got another squeeze from her and cheeky smiles from everyone else at the table. "Gwen's so lucky to have you, Trisha." Bree said to the little woman.
Trisha couldn't help but feel proud of that. Bree was such a sweet young lady. "Thank you, Bree. I try really hard to put her on the right track."
"Okay! Can we like, stop already!" Gwen barked, breaking Bree's hug. "Look Bree, thanks and all but I don't think the "be yourself thing" is gonna work." She glanced over at Tiffany then down at Thomas. "I like my plan better, so Thomas, Tiff, will you help me out?" She folded her hands as if praying, giving her best puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeease?"
Thomas shrugged. "I mean, I don't mind helping you, Gwen." He looked up at Tiffany. "You know, I'm not going to force you but maybe Gwen could bring me to her house to help her then bring me back to you?"
Before Thomas knew it, he was scooped up by Gwen who rubbed him up and down her cheek, something similar to a hug. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She chanted happily. Thomas couldn't help but laugh at the sudden act of affection Gwen gave him. It was cute coming from the tomboyish girl. "You're awesome, Thomas!"
"Okay, okay!" Thomas said between laughs. Bree and Trisha couldn't help but smile at the cute display but Thomas could feel someone staring daggers into the back of his head. His laughter ceased, slowly turning into a look of dismay. "Oh no..." He thought. He had enough room in Gwen's hand to turn his head and see a very peeved Tiffany glaring at him.
"I changed my mind," Tiffany seethed. "I wanna come to your party."
"Alright!" Gwen cheered. "I owe you guys! And Bree, you're invited, too."
Bree gave a fist pump. Yes! It will be Oneesan's time to shine!
---
When they left the Big Girl's Burgers after they finished eating, the gang had made a plan. Jeremy and his parents were going to come over at Gwen's house for dinner next Monday. Gwen insisted that she'd bring over Tiffany and Thomas over as friends from the meeting which she would let Thomas talk to him during dinner about "boy stuff." Thomas would find out more about what Jeremy likes during their talk and claim Gwen likes those things too. Then he would state how Gwen's party was going to be the "coolest" most "dopest" party this summer and how only the "coolest" most "dopest" kids were coming. Jeremy will want to come but only before Thomas teaches Gwen about the "nerdy" stuff Jeremy likes. Gwen would talk to Jeremy about those said stuff and it would be smooth sailing from there.
"It's gonna work. I just know it!" Gwen assured. The gang watched as the young brunette skipped backwards as they all walked down the semi crowded sidewalk. The grin on her face could of as easily rivaled the Chesire Cat.
Bree, who held both Trisha and Thomas in both hands cupped together, gave her a small smile. "I still think you should just be yourself and just talk to him."
From her hands, Bree could see Trisha nodding her tiny head in agreement.
Gwen blew a raspberry with her tongue. "That being yourself stuff only works on TV and books!" Her eyes caught small arms waving from Bree's cupped hands, Thomas's arms. Slowing her skip, Gwen walked towards Bree to get a better look. "Yeah, Thomas?" She asked.
"Well, I just wanna say, I think your idea might work." Thomas responded. "I mean from the way you described this Jeremy, he sounds like he could be the shy type and I did grow up with younger brothers so I think I might be perfect for this."
Trisha folded her arms. "I think you're just happy to play wingman."
"Yeah, I guess I am." He admitted, smiling.
Gwen placed a finger on Thomas's head rubbing it gently. "Well I think you're perfect for this too, my lil' wingman."
Bree shook her head, glancing breifly at a group of construction women flirting with a rather attractive woman walking down the street. The woman seemed to be enjoying the attention. "I just hope your plan works. How old are you turning anyways?"
"Thirteen." Gwen answered, eyeing the scene Bree was looking at.
"Oh!" Trisha exclaimed suddenly. "Gwen, we were suppose to buy a water gun after the meeting, for the water gun fight at your party."
"Oh crap! Thanks for reminding me!" Gwen looked around the street they were on until she spotted what she was looking for. Across the street, three stores down, was a toy store. "Tabitha ain't beating me this time!" She yelled, wasting no time to sprint towards the store.
Thomas and Bree looked at Trisha in confusion.
"She'll be back." Trisha said casually. "She has a bit of a rivalry with one of her mates. Last birthday, it was basketball at an arcade, the birthday before that was laser tag, the birthday before that birthday was her favourite and her worse. Soccer. All of these things she lost to to her rival, as she puts it, Tabitha. This birthday, it's a simple water gun fight."
Bree nodded, understanding now. "Oh."
"I'm guessing Gwen's the competitive type?" Thomas asked.
At that Trisha gave a surprisingly boisterous laugh. "Oh Thomas, you have no idea."
---
Tiffany had blocked out everything as she walked behind Bree. What was she thinking?! Why did she say "yes" to the rough girl's birthday party?! It was going to be like Susie's birthday party all over again. It was four years ago when she was only six. That horrible day when her mom had drove her to her first birthday party ever. It was Susie Finkle's party and everyone from her class was going to be there.
She didn't like Susie. She was bossy and mean. At only six, the girl had started a social pyramid in elementary school with her on the top but Susie's mom was good friends with her mom who invited Tiffany to come. Regardless that it was Susie's party, Tiffany still wanted to go. Like any little girl, she liked candy, cake, games, music and ice cream. Sadly, Tiffany greatest weakness played a factor to that horrible day: her shyness. Just like in her class, she was very soft spoken at the party.
As the party went on, Tiffany had begun to regret her desire to attend Susie's birthday. From the moment she was dropped off, she had took occupation at a lone chair while the other girls enjoyed themselves, not one paying Tiffany any mind.
Just like in school.
It was then time for the cake. The girls had gathered at the table around Susie, who sported the largest grin out of everyone at the party. It was apparent that the redheaded young girl was enjoying the attention as the other girls began singing "Happy Birthday" to her whilst her mom brought in a lovely chocolate cake adorn with seven burning candles. Then the singing slowly stopped. Susie was no longer grinning but instead glaring at someone across the table and that was enough of a sign for everyone to stop. If Susie wasn't happy, then that meant singing wasn't aloud.
"Moooom!!!" Susie whined. "She wasn't singing happy birthday to me!" All eyes fell on the perpetrator; Tiffany.
Tiffany had her head down, too shy to look at anyone at the table. She finally did look up with frightened eyes at everyone when she was called out. It didn't help any that the stares were followed by whispers and giggles. Tiffany felt mortified.
"Hun, are you alright?" Ms. Finkle asked, slowly putting down the cake. She placed a reassuring hand on Tiffany's shoulder. "Do you want me to call your mom so she can pick you up?"
"Mom, she's ruining my party! " Susie complained.
Ms. Finkle gave her daughter a scowl. "Be nice, Susie."
"Ewww!" A girl next to Tiffany sudden got up. "She went pee pee on herself!"
And that's when the girls all began screaming and laughing as they all evacuated the table. Tiffany watched them leave with teary eyes and a soiled dress. Till that day, she could still remember the satisfied smirk on Susie's face.
--
"Behold!" Gwen held the large water gun above her head after unwrapping it from it's box. "The Torrent."
Bree and Tiffany sat on the park bench. Thomas and Trisha sat on Bree's lap. The gang had decided on taking a rest at a park after Gwen suggested the idea. It was mostly just a reason for Gwen to demonstrate her new gun but the gang complied anyways. The gun itself was a sight to behold though. It was a big gun even for Gwen herself made up of mostly blue transparent plastic, minus the huge yellow reservoir, the yellow trigger, and the red nozzle.
"After I'm done with Tabitha, she's gonna be hydrophobic for the rest of her life!" Gwen laughed maniacally.
Bree gave her a small smile. "Well it looks... effective?"
"Let's see how well it shoots." Trisha said.
Gwen didn't waste anytime. She quickly made her way to the park's public restroom; a green shack surrounded by various plant life. Trisha smiled watching her owner depart to fill her toy up with water. It always made her heart swell seeing that Gwen still enjoying her childhood.
Thomas sat on Bree's leg Indian-style, chin resting on his palm. He wasn't as enthusiastic about the water gun as Gwen and looking up at Bree, he could tell she wasn't enthusiastic about it either yet still she gave Gwen that polite smile. It was obvious him and her were too old for such things.
"Hey, Bree. How old are you? I-If you don't mind me asking." Thomas asked.
The busty girl didn't respond at first. She had seemed to be in deep thought. Honestly, it was kind of hard for Thomas to tell if she was zoning out or that she simply didn't hear him. Her large chest obscured her face so checking her expression was a "no".
Thomas stood up and cupped his hands around his mouth for an amplified effect. "Bree!" He yelled up.
"Wh... Huhn?" Bree mumbled. She peered down at Thomas. "Oh sorry. I was just looking at those girls over there." Bree pointed to a trio of teenagers by a bush next to the bathroom Gwen was in. The girls were squatting around the bush, giggling madly. "I'm just wondering what's so interesting over there."
Both Thomas and Trisha drew their attention to the teens by the bush. Trisha glanced up at Bree. "They must be gawking at a baby chick that fell out of it's nest."
Bree rose a brow to that. "You think so?"
"Probably."
"Hey Thomas, what do you think they're looking at?" Bree asked. She and Trisha could see the unmistakable shock on his face as he watched the girls.
"Thomas?" Trisha tapped him on the shoulder.
Thomas gulped. "Guys. I-I think they're messing with some people."
Before Trisha could respond, she felt herself getting grapped by large fingers. Larger then Gwen's. Then her whole body was lifted off of Bree's thigh up to Bree's face. Across from her, Trisha could see Thomas in the same predicament as her.
"What!?" Bree exclaimed. "A-are you sure?"
Gwen came back with a cheerful grin on her face and a gun loaded with water only to see Bree holding Thomas and Trisha to her face with worry in her eyes. Even Tiffany who was quiet this whole time as usual glanced over at Bree's little outburst.
"Eh... What did I miss?
"Thomas, are you sure?!" Bree asked frantic.
"I-I'm not sure but I have a hunch."
Gwen walked over to Bree's hand that held Trisha. "Seriously, what's going on?" As if to answer her question, the gang all heard an even more boisterous laughter from the girls and to their horror, they saw a small screaming man flying over one of the girls shoulder, hitting the asphalt floor with a sickening noise.
"HE...!" Bree couldn't get out her scream fast enough. Gwen had quickly jumped on the bench and covered her mouth with her free hand.
"Are you crazy!?" Gwen reprimanded nervously. Her eyes darted back to the girls to see if they managed to hear Bree but fortunately, they were too occupied with the people they were apparently killing off. "Can't you tell?! Those girls look tall even squatting down! They'll beat the crap outta ya!"
Bree was mumbling incoherent words angrily through Gwen's hand before easily prying it off her mouth and turning to Gwen. "There's probably more Ferals over there and we just saw them kill one! We gotta stop them!"
"Bree's right!" Both girls looked at Thomas from Bree's grip. "We gotta see if there's more people and help."
Everyone turned to see one of the girls, a busty brunette lift a tiny screaming woman over her mouth. Her friends laugh, one of them, another brunette, took out her IPhone to take pictures. The shrieking woman fell into the girl's mouth with relative ease before disappearing into a lump down the girl's throat. This only ignited more laughs from the girls as her friend rubbed her belly in a exaggerated way.
"Dear Lord..." Trisha mumbled.
"Oh my God!!!" Bree shrieked .
Gwen gulped when the girls turned to them, quickly standing up. She wasn't afraid of a fight but she knew when to choose a battle wisely. These girls were all definitely TALL. Almost Blair tall. It was more common and natural for women to grow abnormally tall than the tinies' versions of women. The girls however didn't carry that tomboy swag her and Blair shared. They dressed girly and looked prissy but if there was one thing Gwen learned in her short twelve year old life, some prissy girls knew how to throw hands and these girls were not an exception.
The busty brunette seemed like the leader. "Oh, pleeease! Don't tell me you're one of those tiny lovers?" She asked, addressing Bree.
Her friend, a blonde girl, pointed at Bree's hand with a mean sneer on her face. "She is, Sky! Look, she's got two in her hand!" The last group member, the other brunette, simply snickered.
The gang got nervous seeing the girls begin advancing towards them.
"Y-You should be ashamed of yourselves!" Gwen and Tiffany turned towards Bree in astonishment. "Killing defenseless people that are smaller than you! You're all murderers!"
The girls stopped, looking at Bree as if she grew a second head and laughed.
"You hear that girls," The apparent leader, Sky said placing her hands on her cheeks in mock guilt. "We're murderers!"
"Aww, I feel, like, so bad!" The other brunette exclaimed. Her tone obviously sarcastic.
Gwen laughed too, albeit it was nervous one that caught everyone's attention. "Haha! Don't mind her! We just came back from this lame respect tinies meeting thing and now she feels bad for them." Gwen quickly took Trisha from an appalled Bree's hand. " We... Found these tinies and was just about to eat them." Quickly, Gwen took a long lap at Trisha's body with her tongue covering the woman with her drool. "See? Yummy! Sorry we bothered you girls. Go ahead and do whatever you guys were doing! Let's go Bree. Tif." Gwen said trying to push Tiffany and Bree. Fortunately, the girls simply rolled their eyes and went back to their "game."
"Gwen?!" Bree yelled shock.
"Gwen, what are you doing?!" Thomas yelled up at the girl from Bree's grip.
"Trying to save me, Bree and Tiff from getting hurt and you and Trisha from getting killed! Look, sorry about whatever tinies they're gonna murk but it ain't our problem!"
"How could you say that?!" Bree blurted. She halted herself from getting pushed by Gwen.
"Please, Bree!" Gwen huffed, struggling to push Bree. It was obvious Bree had simply let her push her. " I don't want a black eye before my b-day! "
Gwen felt a tap on her fingers from where she was still gripping Trisha. "Don't even bother telling me to go back there, Trish! You guys are insane."
Bree finally moved away from Gwen's pushing, Gwen nearly falling over in the process. "You know what? I shouldn't have gotten you guys involved." Bree took a deep breath before handing Thomas back to Tiffany. The gang could see her clenching her fist. "I'm going back there myself."
"W-What?! No! They'll destroy you!" Gwen exclaimed. "Come on, Let's... Let's go to my place! It's not far! We can eat snacks and watch T.V. and... and... Bree! Please come back!" Gwen called.
Bree was already getting closer to the teens.
Thomas shuddered. "Gwen. Maybe we can call the cops or something?"
As if realizing something important Gwen's eyes widened before she sighed. "Ugh, how could I forget."
"That's why I was tapping you, love." Trisha called up, smiling at her owner. "Let's go get your mummy cop."
Thomas rose a brow to that. Did Trisha just say "mommy cop?" Before he could question it, Thomas realized something. "Hey Gwen, when did I get in your hand? And where's Tiffany?"
Gwen's eyes widened. "And where's my gun?!"
The gang heard a powerful squirt noise followed by a scream. They turned to see Tiffany firing "The Torrent" at the three girls.
"What the fuck?!" Yelled Sky. Her dress and hair was absolutely drenched with water! She glared at the little redheaded child who held a water gun in her hand, glaring back at her.
"You brat!" It was the blonde girl who made an advance towards Tiffany. Before she could get any closer,
Tiffany pointed the gun at her and with a simply squeeze, a powerful stream of water soaked the blonde's face, causing her to scream and sputter.
"My dress is fucking soaked!" Sky whined ignoring her minion's torture.
Tiffany aimed the gun at the other brunette.
"No!!! Plea..." She begged. Like her comrades, she was hit with a jet of water. Tiffany didn't stop with her. She quickly reverted to a rapid-fire method, striking all of the soaked screaming girls at once.
"Let's get the fuck outta here! This kid is a crazy!" Sky screamed. With that, the girls ran off. Tiffany let out a soft sigh walking past a shock Bree and returning the gun to an equally shocked Gwen before taking a bug-eyed Thomas from her hand. Tiffany looked at everyone confused.
"What?" She asked.
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