Still within the limits of this table's underside, you take a quick look around. It would be hard to get a positive idea just from a pair of feet, but you might be able to if only you could see their faces or what they're wearing. The table above your head hinders you from doing anything like that, which was why you were unfortunately having to dash toward the feet before knowing who you were dealing with. As you reach the edge and maintain a relatively safe distance from the feet (roughly a foot away, as in twelve inches), the realization comes. After you had craned your neck up as far as it would allow and set your eyes on the giantess who stood before, you see that it is none other than one of your school friends, Beth.
The two of you had flirted in the past, but had never talked anything serious. Still, she had no quarrels with you that you'd ever known. She was one grade below you, and fourteen years old if you remember right. People's birthdays always melded in your memory, they were so hard to keep track of. But you were a sitting duck here in Sara's living room, at the ground where so many giantesses would now be walking. So far Beth was still standing still, talking to someone you didn't recognize even after seeing her enormous visage. Well, there were an array of options for you now, but keeping your head and making the logical choice would make all the difference. These three decisions are:
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