Georgia's ass tore through her pants as she collapsed to the ground. Her ass was now so colossal that it exceeded 1000ft wide. It had to be wider than the biggest monster in the entire apartment was tall. was now the size of a car and was reaching Georgia's neck as Georgia yelled and fell down through the floor into the basement with a crash. Nefernina ran to the hole and looked down in pure surprise. "Holy Nile!" she yelled. “Georgia,” said Astrid. “Are you alright?” "Do I look alright to you!?"
Georgia at that point was struggling because she was completely immobilized by her own ass that was taking up a good chunk of the basement. “Somebody get me a crane!” Nefernina ran to the phone to call somebody. “Hello,” she said. “Vulcanus Construction Company? This is the landlady of Monster Arms. It appears one of my tenants has fallen through to the basement and can’t get out. We need a crane as soon as possible. No, this isn’t excessive. For some reason her ass grew to the size of a hill. No I am not drunk! I can’t even get drunk! My liver isn’t even in my body! Just get a crane over here!” Nefernina hung up the phone and groaned.
The mummy stomped down the hall and was seething with jealous rage. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “My butt is a mosquito bite compared to Georgia’s right now. But how did it happen? Something in her apartment must’ve done it. How dare she do this to me. I’ll even up the score with that gorgon.”
Of course, what the mummy landlady didn’t know was that somebody was already on their way to Georgia’s apartment. It was her upstairs neighbor, Cadence Deadman. Cadence was a 300ft zombie writer who had been dead for more than a decade. She was in her twenties when she passed on. Cadence was a bright blue skinned zombie with long whitish blue hair and a slight slouch. She wore a pair of large round glasses and today she was wearing a red gothic Lolita outfit modeled after a spider web. Cadence didn’t speak, at least not coherently, she only mumbled and grunted like a stereotypical zombie. However, she was very smart and a talented writer. She was with her human roommate, R.L., who was riding on her shoulder. Neither of them had any idea of Georgia’s condition and were heading for her apartment.
Cadence let out a mumble. “I know,” you say. “It has been seven days since Georgia borrowed your manuscript and you need it back. She doesn’t seem to understand you have a deadline.” Cadence let out a groan at the way R.L. put it. “Okay, bad joke. By the way, did you hear a crashing sound downstairs?” Cadence just muttered as she was making her way towards Georgia’s apartment.
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