Marissa picks up some broken glass and moves some more of it with her foot and then walks out of the room. Nate sighs in relief until Marissa returns with a broom, dustpan and mop bucket. Nate hides out while she cleans, wondering just why Marissa didn't shrink when she touched the gunk, too.
Marissa hummed to herself as she worked, tapping her foot, which was maddening to Nate, who tried to stay hidden from Marissa and her massive feet and cleaning supplies. Any of it was deadly to him now. But as he watched her tight butt wiggle as she worked, as he watched her massive feet and legs moved and her prety face smiling and humming, he found himself tempted to throw himself to the wolves. Maybe she'd help him, or maybe she's kill him, but at the moment...she was all he had. At least, for now.
She finished her chores and placed everything in a corner and rolled up her sleeves, looking down at the clean floor with satisfaction. Nate, gathering up his courage, stepped out from behind the boxes and waited to see if Marissa would see him, or what her initial reaction would be.
"WHAT THE HELL...?" Marissa said from high above, like the voice of God echoing down from the heavens. Nate cringed as he saw her step closer to him, peering down at him. "EWWW...A BUG. I HATE BUGS." Marissa said.
"No, no....Marissa, I'm not a bug!" Nate cried. Marissa lifted up her massive foot and he saw the pink bottom of her shoe rise up high in the air and start to come down at a startling speed. He dove out of the way and began to crawl hurriedly as her foot crashed hard onto the floor. She lifted her foot and examined it, but not seeing his squished guts, she started hunting for him again.
"WHERE DID YOU GO, YOU LITTLE SHIT..." She said, undoubtedly quietly to herself, but to the tiny man running away from her, it was like a loudspeaker. She got down on her knees and looked around the boxes.
Nate lost sight of her as he walked around the boxes. There was no sound, no footsteps or even breathing. He wondered if in all of the excitement she'd left without him noticing. He stopped to breath, looking behind him. It was then that he turned around, and looked straight into Marissas' gigantic green eyes.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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