Turning around and heading back to the facility you are first made aware that the road is not as smooth as it appears to be. In fact, you don't think you would have made it as far as you have in a sportier car. You have to go about 10 mph to keep from busting the suspension.
You go about a mile when you see a massive woman step out onto the road and pull mail out of her mailbox. You are practically under the box when you notice the giantess. You try to play it cool and quietly come to a stop, but as fate would have it, a letter slips from her hand. She follows it's fall to the ground and gets sight of your miniature vehicle nearby.
She's not unattractive. You gauge her age to be in the later twenties. She is wearing shorts, summer sandals, and a red tank top. Her skin is well tanned and her hair is as brown as her eyes.
It's when she starts to squat down that you lose your nerve and pull a sharp left, heading into her driveway and in the direction of her house. You do a lot of silly things when you panic. You're just an average guy after all. But the good is that you're leaving the old weathered street and onto a newly paved path. This is much smoother, and you smash the peddle down and open the engine up for all that it is worth.
You feel vibrations landing behind you as she begins to give chase. You don't get far before each side of the car is enveloped by a hand. Then both you and the car go airborne. And after the sickening G-forces subside, the car is twisted around until you are facing the largest face a human has ever seen.
The giantess has an astonished look on her face as all of her preconceived notions of this being a wirelessly operated toy disappear. You keep hearing the metal creak and buckle as she maneuvers the car this way and that. Then holding the car at about breast level she begins to walk back to her house. You're glad to be wearing that seatbelt for this incredibly bouncy ride.
Going inside her home, she places the car on a coffee table, bends down and sits on her knees. Looking straight into the windshield she asks, "Are you real?" She still has a look of puzzlement on her face, and you have a slight window of escape opportunity if you open the door and make a run towards the couch. That would put the coffee table in between you and her as you drop down and make way under the couch, and then from there you would just have to figure out your next move.
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