The helicopter begins hovering in front of your mother's head. "Ms. We need to you please move to the edge of town, where we will attempt to help you and understand what has happened," an officer with a megaphone says.
"If you say so officer," your mother says with a smile. Slowly, she starts walking, every footfall crushing a part of at least one house. Her feet are simply too big to fit on the street. Everyone has moved far enough away to avoid being crushed, but you're sure a lot of them are pretty angry about their houses being crushed. You lay own in your mom's palm, watching the buildings pass by below you. It's almost as though you're riding on a large, fleshy hang glider.
It takes only a minute for your mother to reach the edge of town. You can see another helicopter and more police cars waiting by a field, along with some government vehicles. "Please sit down as gently as possible near the medical vehicles. We will need to run some tests and take samples."
"I sure hope you've got a umbo sized needle in there; you'll need it," your mother giggles.
Even sitting down gently, the camp below shakes and rocks as your mom's titanic rear hits the ground.
Men and women in white coats immediately move up and begin hooking up machines to the massive legs and ass towering over them. Your mother brings you up to her face. "This might take some time. What do you want to do?" She asks.
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