I'm jarred from my thoughts as the ever present stomping of feet of passerbys past our shelves come to a sudden stop, my eyes coming into focus on a blond beauty of the sorority type in deep thought slowly fingers the packages, I assuming reading our descriptions that contain our sizes. My container gets jolted as her tree trunk of a finger slams into it before moving on, giving me a false sense of ease before my world gets thrown into chaos as she picks up the box and tosses it into her basket. I smash my face against my plastic window as the box rolls, it settling so my window faces skyward. My view is dominated by the giantess, her hand the size of a car and her toned body stretching up to her ample chest of what I assume are double d breast. I mean, they are large enough so I can only see her nose as she holds the basket to her side before starting to walk. With each step, the basket begins to sway back and forth pass her summer dress, each step sending a shudder through the contents of her basket. I try not to think about the swaying, not wanting to upheave in my container. She finishes shopping and buys everything, my world gets tossed around once again as I'm unceremoniously dropped into a bag with some fruit by the smell. The swaying starts once again when she walks out to her car, dumping the bags into the trunk and slamming it close. Everything starts to roll around as expected when a teenage girl behind the wheel, my vision getting cut short when a can of something or another slams into my box and knocking me out. The next thing I see when I wake up is...
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