Lincoln soon felt a strange sensation overtake his entire body. He kneeled down on the floor and watched as everything in the living room suddenly changed, everything around him started growing bigger and bigger. It was then that Lincoln realized what was really happening to him. "I'm shrinking!" He shouted.
Lincoln was indeed shrinking. In a matter of seconds, he saw the furniture, the TV, the fireplace, and even the coffee table dwarf him in size. He was about to diminish below the table, but before he could shrink any further, Lincoln quickly grabbed the edge of table to avoid falling on the floor.
Unfortunately, it was no good as he continued to dwindle in size. As he became smaller than the table, Lincoln instantly lost his grip and fell onto the floor. "Oh man!" Lincoln's shrinking finally came to an abrupt end and he estimated that he was only about 2 inches tall.
"I knew I shouldn't have taken that mint." Lincoln sighed with a facepalm. He looked around, shocked as everything greatly towered over him. "Oh great! I'm tiny and now I'm all alone in my house. What next?!" Lincoln got his answer once he heard a knock on his door.
"Oh yeah, that's right." Lincoln said nervously. He remembered that he had another problem to deal with. Lincoln ran closer to the door and watched it open to see the largest, and most breathtaking, thing he had ever seen.
Lincoln gazed at something much bigger than all of the furniture. It was the towering form of Ronnie Anne herself. She was so tall that from his current point of view, she looked much more like a skyscraper. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped astonishingly at her immense height.
"Hey Lincoln. Your sisters told me they left your door open for me. Ready to hangout?" Ronnie Anne said. Lincoln covered his ears from the sheer power of her booming voice. "Lincoln? Are you here?" Ronnie Anne asked, growing confused by the lack of his presence. She then stepped into the living room and Lincoln felt the ground shake with her every footstep.
Once she closed the door behind her, Lincoln felt the force from the door blow him far away from her. The shrunken teen quickly got his head together and got another look at the gigantic Latina. As she stood tall in front of him, Lincoln took a much closer look at his towering friend, seeing her in a very different light.
Lincoln stared at Ronnie Anne and grew just as speechless as Lola was yesterday. From bottom to top, he started by looking at her large pink sneakers. They could easily crush him into a flat paste, but they still looked great on her. Lincoln's eyes slowly traveled upward as he examined every part of her.
After her shoes, there were her legs and hips. Ronnie Anne's legs were so thick and muscular and her thighs up above were so curvy and petite that she looked kind of like a TV runway model. Her lower body was greatly accentuated by her black, knee-length track pants. As for her upper body, Lincoln blushed red as a tomato with enlarged pupils at the very sight of her big, round breasts.
As Ronnie Anne turned left and right to find Lincoln, the 2-inch boy at her feet saw her breasts jiggle and sway with her every move, restrained greatly by her white shirt and purple jacket. And as she turned around, Lincoln caught a glimpse of her backside, infatuated by her enormous glutes, which were just as big and round as her breasts. He looked up at Ronnie Anne's face and saw how beautiful she looked and how long and gorgeous her flowing, black hair was.
Once Lincoln was finished staring at Ronnie Anne, he instantly fell in love with the beautiful giantess and realized why Lola was so enamored by her. However, he knew that he still had to get her attention if he wanted to get back to normal size. That was when he snapped out of his trance and tried to get her to notice him.
"HEY RONNIE ANNE! I'M DOWN HERE! IT'S ME LINCOLN!" Lincoln jumped and yelled as loud as he could, but it was no good. No matter how loud he was, his voice was just too tiny to reach the Spanish teen's ears. "It's no use, she can't hear me." Lincoln panted, running out of breath.
Lincoln was about to try again, but then, Ronnie Anne stepped forward, causing the ground to shake as Lincoln fell on his back. Her colossal footsteps were so strong that he could barely maintain his balance as she stepped closer and closer to him. Lincoln started panicking as Ronnie Anne lifted her right foot up and he was eclipsed by its shadow as she raised it right over him.
Ronnie Anne had no idea that she was about to step on Lincoln and couldn't stop herself. Lincoln, however, acted quickly and jumped out of the way just in the nick of time. He then looked back and watched her shoe land flat on the spot where he was standing. The great force from the impact felt like an earth shattering stomp as he saw how just big her sneaker was compared to him.
Lincoln looked up with terror at the towering form of the girl he liked and realized that he barely reached up to half the shoes' height. Ronnie Anne was completely oblivious to the shrunken boy that was right next to her foot and continued walking around the room. As soon as she raised her right foot again, Lincoln saw the crater it left behind, consumed with fear at the crushed carpet fibers that were left in its wake as he realized that that could've been him had he not moved out of the way in time.
"Lincoln? Where are you?" Ronnie walked to the kitchen, growing impatient as she waited for Lincoln to appear. Lincoln saw how annoyed Ronnie Anne was getting and thought that if she left, not only would he be stuck at his new tiny size, but she might not want to hang out with him anymore.
"I've gotta get her to notice me! I can't let her leave!" Lincoln said, his determination growing. As Ronnie Anne walked back to the living room, Lincoln tried to make his move before it was too late. He stopped for a second to come up with a plan. He figured that he could continue shouting to her, but there was a good chance that that wouldn't work again. Lincoln's other option would be to climb onto her shoe so that he could get closer for her to hear him.
So far, the latter seemed like the better option at the moment. However, Ronnie Anne was coming closer to him and Lincoln felt the crushing force of her footfalls once again. He also noticed that she was starting to get a bit tired from all of this walking, which gave him another idea.
If Ronnie Anne was getting tired, then she may want to sit down on the couch, and not wanting to risk getting stepped on again, Lincoln figured that he could climb onto the couch and have a better chance to be seen by her. He wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but he couldn't think of a better option right now.
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