At first Dawn had whined that Buffy would carry her, but then Dawn saw the wisdom. She had no way to keep up with Buffy. At a ten foot height, Buffy was definitely the tallest woman alive right now, and the strongest by far. her Slayer Strength had scaled up with her size as well. The vampires were running just from the sight of her.
As it was, Dawn at upon Buffy's right shoulder while her sister marched through town. "So what's the plan? I wasn't listening when Giles explained it . . . or you.."
Buffy groaned. "Well first I'm stealing something to eat, because I'm a hungry girl. You can have something too. And then i'm sleeping an abandoned warehouse outside of town because my life is a mess and I'm poor. If I wasn't poor I could live like the Avengers and crash in a mansion."
"But they avengers don't have a mansion," Dawn explained. "they have a tower."
"Shut up, you don't even read comic books," Buffy huffed. "Okay, we're at the General Tso's. Remember that big Chinese chain? At the end of the night they throw out all the food because it's cheaper than donating it. So hop off, you little dork."
"Hey!" Dawn protested as Buffy put her down like an annoying puppy.
"Give me the bucket of food or I'll step on you, poindexter!" Buffy bellowed at the teenage nerd coming to take out the trash.
Screaming in terror, the squeaky voiced teen split. He wasn't paid enough to deal with a giant woman. It was much less cool than his internet fantasy's led him to believe.
Buffy grinned. "See, now I have a garbage can full of chinese food." Buffy pulled out a shovel from her clevage. "Man, these girls are good at holding stuff. This is convenient."
Dawn shook her head. "You're going to get so fat."
"Like you care." Buffy huffed.
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Normally Buffy would have been horrified that she'd eaten a year's worth of fat and carbs, but she could hardly care. "There we go! Home sweet home!"
"A matress factory," Dawn nodded. "Giles is pretty smart."
"Yeah, I'd probably be dead without him. And I'd be nude without Willow's sewing skills," she laughed. "I just hope I can keep these juggs when i'm cured."
"Well, as long as I can get some juggs when you're cured," Dawn added.
Buffy was done fighting it. "You know what, I don't care anymore. You use magic on your boobs. You reap what you . . . whatever that goes. It's your titty problem."
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