This choice: You take off towards Cynthia's chair • Go Back...Chapter #7Cynthia the Goddess by: Dread   Even though your Mom is closer, you decide to make your way to Cynthia. It would just feel too weird to spy on your own mom, even if she objectively would look better to other men who weren't related to her. You make the long trek towards Cynthia's chair that is miles upon miles away. Luckily for you, the women are talking about something that makes them temporarily forget about the request they gave you. Unfortunately for you, this conversation creates unintentional chaos during your travels. The women's voices are so loud as they are enthusiastically laughing and you damn near have to cover your ears to stop the noise from shattering your ear drums. You never realized how much your mom moves her feet while talking, lifting her sandal-encased foot up just a few inches off the ground before tapping down causes cataclysmic events that make your legs buckle underneath you as you fall to the ground.
It's been several minutes now and at this point you are starting to be able to actually see your mom's full body as you get further ahead of her chair. Even though she is closer than Cynthia, you have a hard time even making out her facial features due to the vast distance from how high above she is to you. Meanwhile the slightest breeze blows outside, this breeze is like a strong hurricane gale at your size. Your body is forced against one of the many boulders that range from the size of houses to large enough to crush warehouse complexes. In other words, a grain of sand stops you from being whisked away like dust.
"Hey, where are those drinks? Did Ethan get lost?" Cynthia's voice thunders from the distance with an echo distorting it to it barely being intelligible.
"Wow, I almost forgot! It has been awhile ago. I'm going to smack him if he's doing something else." Your mom's voice bellows even louder from behind you being that she is closer.
With a loud grunt, your mom shocks you as she lifts her body from the lawn chair, it's fibers and frame making a high pitch squeal from the massive weight being released from it. Miles upon miles above you now stands your once petite, and slightly pudgy mother is now a cosmic goddess to you that you have to strain your neck all the way back to see the tip top of her blurry features. Anything past the bottom of her well-worn, black sandals are is so difficult to make out.
"Just a moment, I'll get us some drinks myself", Your mom scolds with frustration before stepping away from the chair and towards the house.
The first step of the titaness sends the sole of her sandal careening above you to block out all light as you can't help but scream out in fear. Under the sandal, you can make out dirt and grime that would engulf city blocks, the crushed carcass of an ant bigger than Godzilla, and plenty of large, boulder-sized grains of sand that fall around you like hail. Somehow you are lucky enough not to be crushed by the rain of sand before the sandal moves away faster than the speed of sound and crashes to the ground.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miles away, your mom's foot lands and she continues her walk towards the house. Each step she takes as she gets further away makes less of an audible boom and intense earthquake before she is finally in the house and you are left in a relatively peaceful environment consisting of you and Cynthia still sitting in her chair miles away. Knowing this is your chance to get to Cynthia without the loud voices and disruptive earthquakes caused by your mom's feet, you use your athleticism to run towards Cynthia with full speed as you hope your mom uses the time in the house to do things other than just get drinks so she will take more time before sitting back down.
As you get closer to Cynthia, she gets bigger and bigger causing you to subconsciously slow down as you start to become disheartened from approaching this increasingly intimidating giantess. With you finally closer to her chair than your mom's, it is crystal clear that she is way bigger than Mom. Really, at six feet tall, Cynthia is bigger than the average guy at normal sized. If your mom is a cosmic mass like the Moon, then Cynthia is the Earth. The first thing you notice is her large barefeet, as she lives only next door, she did not bother wearing shoes to walk to the backyard. Her feet are wide and all-encompassing with long, slender toes compared to your Mom's. Although her feet look older and less taken care of with callouses, dry skin, and chipping red polish; they would still be incredibly sexy if you weren't so scared right now. Looking past the throbbing veins on top of her feet, you follow up her impossibly long legs covered in denim capris to her black t-shirt to the facial features that you can barely make out and finally her short, blonde hair. The neighbor that you once found jokey and slightly annoying is now an intimidating goddess and you can't help but realize how silly it is to be so scared of her.
At this point, you went from running towards her to walking slowly as your legs tremble. You are still miles away but feel you basically met your objective. She is so tall that you fear getting any closer and she might just stretch her legs a little forward or slump back in her chair and you'd have to run for your life from her massive, middle-aged feet. You think you may have seen enough for today and would like to grow back now. Perhaps next time you use the remote you'll be more bold to get closer. Although you know you need to get a safe distance away where the women won't be able to see you before growing back, you decide to at least check the remote to see the charge. As you pull it out your pocket, another breeze outside blows. Once again it is like a hurricane and you are forced to hold onto a nearby boulder for cover, but not before the remote is blown from out your hand! You watch in horror as the remote is blown up towards Cynthia's body and you see it turn into a barely noticeable dot before completely disappearing as it floated somewhere between the bottom of her black shirt or the top of it due to the remote blending in with the shirt.
You start to have a mini-panic attack. Without that remote, you are stuck at somewhere between speck and microscopic sized. If you want any hope at survival or a normal life, you need to get to Cynthia! Now you have no choice but to get closer...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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