This choice: Have a little fun as the women play with the toys • Go Back...Chapter #38Matchbox Taxi Driver. by: sneakyk   Your body bobs up and down as you sit atop Wendy's shoulder and silently observe cacophony of giggles and banter of the woman reveling in their childhood. It's all you can do to avoid losing your grip and tumbling down onto the floor below. As you cling onto her, you cannot help but find yourself pulled in to the merriment around you. These grown (and gigantic) ladies are having fun with the occasion, so why shouldn't you? You turn your attention towards a nearby shelf before making your decision. You wait for an opportune moment: for Wendy to lower her hand toward the shelf to inspect a plaything. Seizing the opportunity, you allow yourself to tumble down her dress and in a commendable parkour feat manage to spring off of her dress and glide downwards onto a nearby shelf full of toys.
Your landing isn't quite as graceful. You strike the metal surface of the shelf hard and tumble forwards clumsily until you strike into the wheel of a matchbox car the size of a monster truck and fall onto your back. Though momentarily dazed, you remain intact. You marvel at the scale of the vehicle. At a quarter inch in height, your body is roughly 1/250th to scale. The vehicle, on the other hand, is 1/64th, or just shy of it. It's actually bigger than a monster truck! You pace around the vehicle and realize that you're in the middle of what might as well be an enormous parking lot packed with almost menacingly oversized cars and trucks. Brief images of yourself as the hero in some Mad-Max style road warrior wasteland flicker into your mind, but it doesn't take you long to realize just how absurd that notion is. These aren't war rigs. They're brightly colored children's toys ,and they all lack functioning engines at that.
"I don't know about all of this. Honestly I have half a mind to buy him a drone, but I worry that he won't use it. Those things are expensive." "Mhm...mhm. Especially not without asking him first. Might want to wait on it." "How about one of those Nintendo things. Amiibo? Pokemon?" "mmm..maybe..."
As the women discuss ideas, you turn your attention up towards some of the nearby toy car's windows. While the one you're beside has closed windows, a nearby model taxi cab has windows that are wide open. You could actually get inside of it! You venture your way across the shelf, glad that the presence of the giant women means that you won't have to deal with any kids running their sticky, destructive hands over the shelf any time soon. It doesn't take long for you to arrive at the taxi. The bottom of its window stands at about half the inch off the ground. Twice your height. It should be reachable. You lift your arms up and jump upwards repeatedly. It's only after several failed attempts that you manage to grip at the windowsill and pull yourself up through the open window and into the vehicle's driver's seat. You get to your feet and look at your surroundings in awe. Standing up, you are about at eye level with the oversized steering wheel.
"I think getting him just a plush doll might not cut it . Maybe getting him two or three cheaper gifts?" "Well, doesn't your kid like playing with hotwheels" You turn your attention back towards the conversing trio of giantesses as they discuss something quite pertinent to your current position. You grip tight around the wheel, realizing your best bet is to hide in plain sight. You see Amber and Daisy both eyeing the toy cars. Thankfully you haven't been seen. "True....but that seems a bit small for a gift,don't you think?" You watch in fear as the women begin to lift up vehicles from the shelf as if they were mere paperweights...largely because they are, in fact, no bigger than a paperweight to the gigantic mothers. The women subject the vehicles they've seized to a thorough inspection ,twirling them with their enormous fingertips.
You have half a mind to flee out of your vehicle before the women decide to inspect it, but you think the better of it. With your body at such a diminutive size, it would be quite easy for the women to mistake you for an insect should they spot you running atop the shelf. It would only take a moment for them to crush you into a paste out of pure instinct. Instead you decide to remain hidden within the vehicle. "Look at all of these little things. You'd think they'd have them in packages" Wendy remarks, sending her hand down to inspect the car adjacent to your own. "They're probably hand me downs or something. They wouldn't have em this cheap otherwise " Daisy replies. Your heartrate begins to climb as the prospect of your vehicle getting skylifted becomes more and more real.
Soon enough, your fears are confirmed. You see Amber's well-manicured fingers rushing straight for your vehicle. Her digits seize around the sides, and you are shifted about by a gut-wrenching surge of motion as the vehicle is brought up before one of her enormous eyes. "Mmm...well would you look at that?" The owner of the enormous eye muses. Did you make a sudden move? Has she spotted you? And if she has, does she realize that you're a human? You have no way of being sure. All you can do is keep quiet and cling to the steering wheel.
"It looks like this taxi cab has a little driver~" The gigantic woman muses. "Oh really? That's pretty impressive. The others don't" Wendy remarks. "May I see it?" She inquires. Amber quickly lowers the vehicle onto her friend's palm. "Well I'll be damned. And it's so lifelike!" She muses, butting a fingertip against the open window beside you, her folds of flesh contorting a tad, stopping just short of brushing against you. You can be thankful that none of the women have noticed the fact that you are standing at the seat and not sitting. Nor have they detected your palpable fear. "Hey Daisy. Look at this." Wendy suggests before bringing it over to Daisy's face. "Oh my....it really is a tiny little driver. Guess a taxi cab's gotta have a cabby, huh? Cute""
The women continue to gawk at and pass the vehicle about , jostling your tiny form all the while. Its's a miracle none of them decided to turn the vehicle upside down or anything of the like while inspecting you, though they certainly didn't keep it level. You're forced to cling tightly to the steering wheel to keep from getting flung to your side or even out of the window. After a prolonged discussion, Daisy finally speaks up. "Well that's it, isn't it? You get him a Pokemon toy and his hotwheels and that'll be it." "Maybe . It's not like he's the only one who'll enjoy it. The twins'll get a kick out of playing it too." "are they old enough for that already?" "Yep. Turned three a few months ago. but now that I think about it, they already have plenty of hotwheels..." "Yeah..but none with a tiny man. If you aren't gonna buy it I have half a mind to get it for my kids myself."
Well. Now you've gotten yourself into quite a predicament. All three of the giant ladies are eyeing your vehicle with interest. All three are aware of your presence. Should you leave the vehicle, it wouldn't take long for either them or their kids to realize it...and then a thorough search would no doubt be conducted. You've been hanging out with Daisy for quite a while, but your living arrangements would certainly become more complicated once she hands the car off to her kids. Amber has a 10 year old son who could well be reasoned with, but you're likely to run into trouble from her 3 year olds. Wendy has no small children that you're aware of and you can't imagine a teenager going crazy over a matchbox car, but who know if she has a pet...
It seems regardless of your actions, one of the women is about to buy the vehicle...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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