Knowing the layout of my backyard, I figured the house on the right was the best bet. It was by far the closest and, being roughly the size of a flea, I wanted as short a trek as possible. I’d have to get under the fence and into the neighbors’ backyard. From there, hopefully I could find a way in. With the journey mapped in my head, I began the trip across the concrete and into the forest of grass.
The next four and a half hours were downright brutal and painfully boring. What would have been a quick walk across the lawn was now a harrowing slog in the wilderness. I trudged through the dirt, occasionally made into a soft slurry by morning dew. From time to time, I’d have to dodge a massive droplet as it rolled off a towering blade of grass. I could tell morning was passing into noon as it became unbearably humid. It felt like I was wandering through the sweltering canopy of a vast rainforest. Covered in a mixture of sweat and dried mud, I groaned as I neared the fence. I was barely halfway there.
The terrain began to change after I passed under the wooden barrier, which seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky. The jungle of the lawn abruptly stopped, giving way to an even plain of black soil. Gargantuan clusters of vegetation were evenly spead throughout the flat landscape. My jaw hung slightly open as I gazed upward at the nearest one. A tomato plant. I'd wandered right into a vegetable garden.
A sudden, rhythmic thumping grabbed my attention. The ground began to quake as distant voices echoed above. I felt the blood drain from my face as the source of the tremors crashed into the ground just a few centimeters to my right. An unfathomably large, white tennis shoe. The impact of the enormous sneaker knocked me flat on my back. The largest living being I'd ever seen loomed above. My African American neighbor's hair was back in a ponytail. She wore a pink t-shirt, which was fairly tight around her torso. Charcoal gray yoga pants clung to her toned legs and rear. I couldn't say we were well-acquainted. She'd only been living next door for just a few months and I hadn't even gotten her name. With an athletic build at around 5'9, she was pretty tall. She used to be just pretty tall, anyway.
Before I could get my bearings, a second woman lumbered into view with a basket in hand. The Hispanic girl had joined her in the garden. She was on the shorter side, more thickly built than her roommate. I wouldn't say she was chubby but she definitely had some curves. I could tell even at normal size, her chest was significantly larger than average. Dark hair flowed well past her deeply tanned shoulders, which were bare except for the straps of a white tank-top. The shirt was cropped just above her navel, revealing where the waistband of black athletic shorts dug into soft flesh of her hips. Thick, silky thighs descended into round calves. Her simple, black flip flops thundered against the ground as she approached.
"I think they're ripe, Naomi." The shorter woman boomed as she began to crouch above you. The taller, apparently named Naomi, followed suit lowering her impossibly huge frame toward the ground. They were about to start picking tomatoes! Feeling like I'd finally caught a break, I decided to act quickly.
I climbed onto...
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