You sprint past the immense feet of the redhead, your eyes fixed on the distant target of her brunette colleague.
However, your speed is just too slow. As you are beginning to near your target, she stands up with an awaful quaking of the ground. As she rears to her full, terrifying height, you feel shock run through your entire body.
One foot, easily the size of a small town, lifts ponderously into the air, soaring over your head with an ease you would never have imagined possible for something so vast. It impacts again with a shudder that throws you to the ground, and then time resumes its course, the hectic pounding of the giantesses going to catch their flight sounding like the world itself is ending.
You are fortunate not to be stepped upon in their flurry of activity, but your opportunity has now gone. You watch forlornly as the titanic figures become marginally less huge as they recede into the distance. Looking around, you see that both the family and the businesswoman have also gotten up and gone to board. No chance of making spring break now.
Still, you do have a shrinking machine. Maybe you should catch a lift with one of the many other people around, go somewhere else for a holiday. Or you could just go home, and forget this ridiculous scheme.
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