You begin to sprint to the door regardless of the ground tremors. Maybe if you hurry fast enough and get this mess cleared up, you can still make it to the convention. As you near the door, it opens, relatively slow, but to you it flew open. The displacement of the wind caused by the door's opening created a vortex which easily grabbed your tiny body and flung it around closer to the hallway. You hit the ground with a thud, and rolled around crazily several times until you came to a halt. You manage to get away with some minor bruises. The pains faded when you looked up.
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You saw what you can only assume is your mom. Her body seems to stretch miles into the sky. To her, you were only a foot away, and from your angle, you can only see up to the underside of her breasts. She was barefoot with a powder blue toe nail polish that was just recently applied. You can see from the sides her soft pink soles. Even for her age of 32, her feet were still soft. Often times, she had you massage them, and give her toes a pedicure. You never minded. She had a shining silver ankle bracelet on her right ankle. Continuing up, her calves and thighs are curvy with the right amount of body fat to make them irresistible. She was wearing a loose pair of short pink gym shorts that hardly came down to cover her thighs, but from the leg openings, you can see the beginning curves of her goddess shaped butt. She always works out at some point in the day to keep her figure. Her nice flat stomach was bare. She was only wearing a blue sports bra (to try to beat the heat) that couldn't hope to contain her 40" bust sized breasts. They go out and in as she breathes and exhales. Lastly, (Which you don't need to see from this angle, you're going off memory) her face was Eurasian as her parents are split. If memory serves, her medium long black hair is pushed back, and she should already have a light pink lip gloss on.
Most people question how she has manage to keep her figure despite having given birth (which would be your sibling Haley.
A lot of these details on her body, you haven't noticed these before. Only now at this size could you notice. Even from your current distance, you can see that she needs to shave her legs as there are tiny hairs sprouting out.
(Math: Considering she is 67 inches tall, and you are 65 inches tall... Each inch to you would be just over 173.3 feet. And if your mom is 67 inches tall 173.3x67=11,613ft. Convert that into miles 11,613/5,280=2 miles & 1,053 feet. She stand tall at a whopping 2.195 miles high.)
"Sigh... Well, he's gone for the next two weeks then. I wish he'd text whenever he's away..." your mother's voiced boom out, though to her, it was a mere mutter.
You wave your arms and scream as loud as you can to get your mom's attention. Your minuscule screams barely squeaked past her toes. She looked down towards you, but her eyes went past you. She took a step.
What is considered a basic and common task is now an immediate threat to you. Her size 8 foot that stretches over a quarter mile long flies closer to you. You are unable to react as her massive toes land in front you and throw you back several feet. She curls and extend her building sized toes as he examines the room.
"Completely cleaned out... See you in two weeks then. I wonder what you made for the convention that is so important that you couldn't tell me what it is." she booms aloud.
You already regret not informing her about it, and not having her present as you experimented on yourself.
If yelling from the floor can't help, there is really only one option: You're going to have to climb your mom. Hopefully she sees you before you reach her ear. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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