This choice: The woman approaches and picks up the transposer. • Go Back...Chapter #6Toy Car by: Unknown As you keep a close watch on the huge hound jumping at your window, loud barking muffled by the glass and the motor noise, your attention shifts to the woman who is approaching your door once again. She bends down to pick up something. When she gets back up, your heart freezes and a shiver goes down your spine.
She holds the transposer loosely in her manicured hand as she inspects it.
You curse as you see her mumble, reading down the labels on the transposer unable to hear her under the constant barking of her dog. Slowly, she looks back to the diminished tree behind her before looking back to the device with a new look more akin to surprise.
As a small grin appears on her face, she lets out a low whistling, and her dog immediately stops barking and joins her side. Now looking straight at you, you can see her huge breasts rising and falling quickly as she is undoubtedly becoming excited/nervous. Giving you a lopsided grin, you see her eyes holding a look questioning as if she's pondering what'll happen if she were to point the transposer at you and fire.
Your thoughts are confirmed as seconds later, she raises the barrel of the gun toward you.
Not wishing to stay any longer to see what could happen, you get in gear and kick down on the accelerator to put as much distance as you could between you and that woman. But you're not driving a racing car, and your acceleration is too slow. You are soon engulfed by the beam of the transposer as you see the road getting bigger and bigger while you cover less and less distance. The shrinking ends quickly but you're still racing down the street. Well, inching down the street would be the better term.
"No fucking way!" You hear a loud voice not blocked by your windows anymore.
Looking in your rear view mirror, you see a gigantic tanned foot step on the road behind you with a loud booming sound. It only takes her a few steps to reach your speeding car as you curse loudly, but not loudly enough to cover the intensifying booming of her approaching footsteps.
Not a second later, you're forced to hit the brakes as her gigantic right foot slams in front of your vehicle. Loud giggling making your car rattle tells you that the giant bitch is enjoying this new turn of events. Watching her enormous toes wiggle in front of your car, you can only look up at her very sexy leg rising up to the sky and disappearing behind your roof as she straddles your miniature car.
"This is incredible! It's no bigger than a dinky toy car! This thing is incredible!" her thunderous voice reaches you as you cover your ears for protection.
You scream as two huge fingers suddenly grab the sides of your car, pinching it and raising it up in the air. The metal groans as your world is thrown into a flurry from the rapid movement through the Z axis. The car stops moving as suddenly as it began, and you are left staring into two colossal eyes which occupy the entirety of your field of vision.
"Oh, would you look at that! Inside the tiny toy, there's a tiny fucker! So you had no idea what shrunk my tree, hmm!?"
You can only cover your ears and cringe as the loud voice is too loud for your tiny eardrums.
"Hmpff! Pathetic! Well, I'm gonna take you inside. I want a closer look at the little asshole."
And with that, you suddenly become weightless as she brings her hand down back beside her hips. You quickly become motion sick as she swings her arms back in forth, walking back into her house.
After one or two minutes of this crazy roller coaster, everything stops as you are laid down on a huge and dark surface: her kitchen table.
Sitting across the table, you can only see her titanic boobs straining against her bikini top, her arms stretched on the table either side of you, and her face grinning at you madly.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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