author: UnderHerToes
While a trailer-sized transposer cools beside house-sized sneakers, all your inner urges unanimously lead you to a single conclusion, "I'm out of here!" You scramble on shaky legs, turning your back on the titaness and running until you succeed in crossing the distant horizon. You never look back, not even as the towering Tina notices your flight, giggling at how tiny everything beneath her is.
She has yet to take a step when she admires her new size in words, "This is so cool! It's like all those toy towns I have at home!" She snaps her lips shut, rolling back over the embarrassing information just released, "Oh, had! Had at home, had a long time ago!" She shrugs off the slip and takes her first step, a cautious heel to toe step that succeeds in depressing the remainder of the laboratory's eastern wall beneath trampled earth.
Her fifty-foot feet span nearly half the length of the campus center field while her exceptionally high vantage point allows her eyes to survey the entire school grounds. She looks down at the rubble that was one wing of the science building and gasps at the destruction, "I did that!?" She drops down on bent knees, her skirt uplifted by a rush of air swirling from her rapid descent. Tina breaks away some of the wall with a mere push of a fingertip when the scream cuts the air.
From open windows across the field, fellow students lean out to see the giant visiting their college. Some crowds gather outside the nearby buildings, all necks arched back, eyes upward to meet the face atop this towering idol. Some people clearly recognize her and call out with whistles, while others take to running, both without aim into the hills and with aim into the parking lot and their waiting vehicles. Tina smiles at the tiny people giving her all this attention, "Aww, you're all so adorable! I could just eat you up!" Perhaps a poor choice of phrase, as more screams pierce Tina's ears. "No! No, I didn't mean that for real!"
Cars come to life from lots on Tina's right and rear, and she turns to face the gentle humming of their engines. Her pivoting footsteps tear sod from its roots, smearing it beneath her soles. "No, don't go!" She calls out to them as they pull away into a chaotic clutter of crashing bumpers, "I won't hurt you! I always play nice with my toys!"
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