Nothing... Grace is standing on the street and there is no bus anywhere in sight. A single old man in a brown station wagon drives past her looking at her funny but that is all. Scratching her head she wonders what to do cocking her hip to the side. She feels something crunch under her shoe like a bug. Annoyed she lifts her foot to see that it must have been a hershy's kiss foil wrapper because whatever it was looked metallic. With a sigh she sits back down wondering how she's going to explain being late and missing a bus that was RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER.
Even she wouldn't buy the excuse that it just vanished.
Sitting back down she wonders if it would be worth it to try her cell phone for help.
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Greg watched the gigantic girl pick up the ray gun. He began yelling like mad, "down here! Hey! Giant girl! Down here!" but his voice was so tiny and minute she could never hear it. Suddenly she begins to sit down. Greg is petrified. He runs for his life as a shapely ass the size of a planet comes right toward him. He screams and dives just as the jean clad posterior bows the very place he had just come from. He began screaming for help anew as she tried to understand the gun. To his delight she thumbed it to grow and began to point it at the bench. "OMIGOD! SHE SAW ME!" he yells and runs furiously toward the end of the size changing gun. But before he can get anywhere near the growth beam she lets go of the trigger. "NOOOO!" his whole life flashes before his eyes as her bus arrives and she stands up tossing the gun aside. Then his fear becomes complete as he watches his device shrink the bus. And the oblivious giant girl doesn't even realize it! He is standing in awe as she looks around and finally steps on the bus. "It's hopeless," he mumbles through a shocked brain. And suddenly she is coming toward him again in a huff. Too fast, impossibly fast, she turns and aims her ass right at him... As if she knew he were there and within the blink of an eye Greg's life is turned to nothing but a tiny speck of a stain on a curvy girl's butt.
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Grace looks up and down the street again. Still no bus. Her eyes fall on the funny toy gun again.
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