Chapter #37Green Portal to Summer by: Unknown (Got inspired to add this, after seeing this artwork  on DeviantArt, so I thought I'd share it with you guys, as a reference.)
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You hear a strange sound behind you, like something straight out of a science-fiction movie. It's followed by the persistent noise of something gooey. When you turn around to see what it is, you are greeted by a glowing green substance, unstably swirling in mid-air. Both surprised, and confused you step closer to inspect it. Your feet hit something on the ground. Maybe it's some junk, maybe something forgot was there. Whatever it is, it causes you to trip, and fall right toward the green swirl. You expect hitting something solid, or falling through, only to end up on the ground, covered in weird slime. What actually happens shakes you to you core. You hear another weird sci-fi noise, as you hit it, and fall to the ground, different ground. The green swirl is a doorway, a portal to somewhere completely different. Trying to orient yourself, you look around to see what alien world you might have ended up on. You are on a dusty stone surface, and the first thing you notice, are what looks to be two pairs of giant shoes.
"Good job burp M-Morty," you hear a strange voice boom from the sky. "I asked you to start with small portals, so nothing could get through. Somehow, you're even dumb enough to burp fuck that up, and make it portal to a universe where everything is smaller."
You look up along towering pairs of jeans and brown pants, to see two giants. You realize that you're in a normal suburban garage full of weird tech, with the biggest oddity being that everything is huge. You heart starts beating faster, and you turn around as fast as you can, to run back through the portal. Unluckily for you, the green swirl shrinks and disappears before you reach it.
"H-H-Hold on Rick," the younger giant says. "I got this"
The older giant snatches a strange looking device from the younger one's hands. "G-Give it here, y-you've lost portal privileges."
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You slowly back away from the giants, when the door to the garage swings open. In steps an eighteen-year-old teenage giantess. A massive orange-haired girl, wearing a pink tank top, tight white capri-pants, and black flats. She takes a few steps towards you, her eyes locked to her phone screen. You panic, as she gets a lot closer to you than the male giants, before finally stopping, one of her feet landing a few inches from where you are.
"Hey, what are you two shmucks doing?" the giantess above you says, with a drawn-out tone in voice.
The oldest giant answers. "Well, I was burp teaching this dingus how to use to portal gun, and he teleported in someone from a smaller version of our universe. Y-You almost erased the evidence by stepping on it."
The giant points down at the redhead's feet. The giantess looks down, with a confused frown, that quickly turns into a wide-eyed smile of disbelief.
"Oh. My. God. Is that like a tiny fucking person?!" she says.
With smirk on her face, she brings her shoe towards you, balancing it on her heel, while she raises her toes above you. You look up at the bottom of her enormous black flat, seeing the wear and tear, and the dirt sticking to it. Dirt, which you could become a part of any second now. You fall onto your back in fear, laying in perfect spot for her to step down on you. All you can do is curl up in fear, and scream up at her for mercy. The girl leans down, to get a better look. You see a giant phone lower beside you, the back of it aimed toward you. The giantess' thumb taps the screen and snaps a picture. Before the shadow around you lifts, and you feel the presence of the teenager's giant flat retreat. You look up at the towering redhead, standing up normally again, while she smiles at her screen with a grin.
"When you finally find a cute guy, but he's short enough to step on," she says. "Hashtag, six-foot. Hashtag, femdom. Hashtag F.M.L."
The old man grabs the younger man's shoulder. "Well, we need to pick something up from R-burp Rebobulon-8"
He aims and fires the device he took from the younger giant, opening a portal on the other side of the garage, big enough for people their size to walk through.
"Wait, grandpa Rick," the giantess says, "what about the little guy, aren’t you sending him back."
The giant shrugs, "W-Waste of burp portal fluid, do with him whatever you want."
The two giants step through the portal, which closes soon after. You are left speechless, staring up at the behemoth standing over you. Her face turns toward the ground, her eyes on you, with a mellow smirk.
"I get to keep a pinky-sized guy?" she says. "Fuck yeah~"
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The giant teenager squats down and reaches her hand out towards you. It is so weird to see a normal girl's hand at this size. It's both an amazing and horrifying thing to behold. You get pinched between the soft, warm digits of her thumb and index finger. She's putting a little too much pressure on you, squeezing your chest and making it a bit harder to breathe. But at least she's not popping you like bubble wrap, which she no doubt could at her magnitude. Your tiny hands touch the ridges in her fingerprint, while she raises you to her eyes. You feel butterflies in your stomach, sure it's horrifying, but something about this, makes you feel excited and alive.
"Ok, listen up shorty." her voice thunders from her lips, "My name is Summer, and I like own you now. So, get used to living the rest of your life under an unappreciated, emotionally exhausted chick with family issues."
You heart races faster, as the redhead walks out of the garage, back into the house. You barely get a good look at the interior of light-yellow walls, before Summer stomps upstairs towards her room. Once there, she lowers you a few inches off the floor, before letting go, causing you to fall onto the brown carpet, which spans the entire room. You observe your new surroundings, fearing you might be stuck here a lot, from now on. The walls are a pastel pink color, and covered in all kinds of posters. There is a wooden desk, bed and shelves. Three purses lay displayed on a plank above the bed, and a pink dresser with a mirror stands against the opposite wall. Summer slips off her flats and throws them aside, before scrolling through her phone again.
"Ok, so you, uhm…" She says. "I'll just call you shorty."
She step closer, and sits down on the carper, right in front of you, her feet at smelling distance.
"So, I don't really know what you are now, but it's probably like a slave or a pet, right? Anyway, lets start with little bonding, to get a good thing going between us."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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