It's really not worth the risk to walk to the backdoor and risk getting eaten by ants or crushed by John's dad sneakers, so you decide to stay by the lawn furniture and just watch. You patiently observe as the giant gets the heat in the grill set to his desire before leaving thunderous footsteps in his wake to obtain the meat from the house. Meanwhile, another giant emerges from the house, a ginormous and slightly overweight woman with shoulder-length red hair. Dianne, your friend's mom. The middle-aged giantess is wearing a white tank top, jean capris, and is barefoot as she obliviously crushes ants with her meaty feet as she walks to the table you are at with bags of disposable plates , cups, and wine bottles.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground was shaking with a barely audible foot fall noise but as she got closer, the weight of her feet made an explosive sound as you, the tiny pebbles, and all the other miniscule fixtures on the ground were slightly bounced up and down with each step. You hide behind a chair leg as you are left floored by the size of her feet in which you can only make out the middle of her toes if you look straight forward, you have to look up to view up her red painted nails and long legs that lead to the thick fatty curves as the woman sets the materials on the table before walking away. You gaze at the soot covered soles of Dianne's feet as she steps inside as John steps out to continue cooking the meat.
The giants create an unaware bloodbath as they squish ants and smaller insects as they go about in setting up the backyard. It doesn't matter because there are always two more to replace anyone they crush. You would not be as lucky to have a clone to replace you, so you continue hiding and watching. You squint as you see the mountainous mother walk towards her garden hose and turn it on before walking the hose to the expansive inflatable pool at the other side of the patio. By the time she reaches it, the hose starts gushing out a torrential spout of water as she leaves the hose in the pool. You get the idea that you can climb this hose and be at the top of the pool. This would be the highest position you could be since you started shrinking, giving you a chance to be seen, especially once Dianne grabs the water hose.
You still don't feel safe enacting any plan quite yet, so you continue to wait. It's been about an hour and the backyard is set up with the tiki torches lit, blaring music from a portable speaker with oldie music from a genre you can't stand, and the smell of barbequed meat. No one is in the backyard for now but you start to hear echoing voices coming from the open backdoor to alert you that giants are coming before you can see them. Through the separating backdoor blinds is the familiar Dianne, but also two other ladies that you loosely recognize. Martha and Sofia. Martha a brunette woman who is the most overweight of the three steps onto the cement with her brown birkenstocks that produce shockwaves. Then there is Sofia, the Latina milf who may be the oldest of the three but doesn't look it at all with a smoking hot body and well-taken care of feet with slightly long toenails you secretly admired as she stepped onto the cement on this hot Florida day. You didn't know the two women since you typically just gamed with your friend when you are here at normal size, but you at least knew of them. Their husbands are probably in the garage looking at cars or doing their own thing as the women walk towards the table you are at.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The goddess's feet rumble as they loudly talk over the already loud music with their deepened, distorted and echoing voices. It is like a horribly edited Honey I Shrunk the Kids scene, except this is all too real. Using your brain, you get away from the chair leg as Martha slides is back and plops her planetary ass down to make the poor chair groan and creak under her immense weight. You try to think of what you can do now. You are so close to these giant ladies that you feel you can just pick any of them and try to get their attention. You are sure they would help you. The other option is still going to the pool and knowing that the inevitable would be your advantage in that someone will eventually grab that water hose out of the pool and see you jumping up and down beside it or on top of it.
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