author: UnderHerToes
While standing tall, Kourtney is a colossal skyscraper of feminine architecture. Her firm footed foundations holding strong two towering legs that bell into mighty hips and waist. Mammoth breasts hold tight to her robust torso as her sparkling eyes flutter like the wings of butterflies on the edge of space. But as her knees bend and she descends from the lofty heavens, Kourtney flexes into a fearsome behemoth. Those same lengthy legs that rose vertically now loom horizontally overhead as her shadow shortens but swells, sweeping to swallow all the minuscule men and women huddled around her in a single sitting.
The earth itself seems to buckle under her rapidly falling weight, now crouching low on ten-foot toes. A great wind is pushed out from beneath her mass, forcing you to shield your eyes from leaves and twigs and stones shaken and stirred loose. Kourtney bounces to rest, her bulging thighs extending out on either side of you, but the breeze grows stronger yet. Even leaning forwards into this wall of wind, you are bulldozed backwards step by step, steadfastly pushing you from the transposer's trusting trigger.
"Come on, Scotty!" Kourtney roars as her enormous hand dives upon you. Her fingers drive deep into the soil, tearing a considerable clump of campus ground as she seizes you in her grasp, giggling all the while. Tumbling in the darkness, you feel the molecules of earth sift through Kourtney's fingers, leaving a bed of woven grass beneath you as the sun reappears.
"There you are!" Kourtney smiles. "Looks like I was wrong about your little toy." Fifty feet above the ground on a palmfield of trim grass, you stare up at the huge lips and nose and cheeks and eyes. The elevated air chills your neck while her warm breath wraps around. "Oh, look," Kourtney diverts her attention below. "It looks like a little crowd has come out to see us!" You peer over the edge of your world, and see her choice of words was a bit understated. It seems the entire populace of the college that hadn't already fled now swarm around Kourtney near and far, while you are helpless in the center.
A thought enters your mind, "Kourtney! The transposer!" You yell, though she hears you easily enough to respond with a giggle, "What? Oh, that thing!" She brings you closer to her face, her chin almost resting on the far side of her hand. "What about it?"
"It's still down there!" You point through her palm. "Someone might pick it up, then this is over!" Kourtney frowns. "Put me down so I can get it!" She doesn't immediately act as you hoped, so you try again, "Come on, Kourtney! Set me down!"
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