Thinking on your feet, you dash into the kitchen.
"37...38..." Counts the gargantuan woman in your back yard. Quickly, you open your fridge. You rush to shove all of the food out, then, you climb in and close the door. Once the door closed, the light turned off and you couldn't hear anything. Then suddenly, you felt massive tremmors. The fridge shook like a nuke had gone off.
"Ready or not, here I come!" Said Emily. She stood up, looking around her body to see if you had hidden on her person. She pulled her boobs apart, checked her pants, and even checked her shoes, but nothing. "Oh, this'll be fun" she said, licking her upper lip. Next, was the house. Emily leaned over and gently tore the roof off, placing it next to the house. She then proceeded to check each room, flipping beds with just her finger. Her fingers grabbed the bed in your parents' room, and slowly tore it in half, checking for you on the inside. Nothing.
You open the fridge dore, wanting to see what's going on, but only hear more crashes. You close it again.
Emily falls to her hands and knees, with her boobs resting on the house, nearly tally out of her tank top. She begins looking through the windows on the first floor. Nothing in the foyer. Nothing in the bathroom. She looks through the next window, and see the fridge door close. Instantly, she knows. Not wanting to destroy your house any further, she stands up to her full, slender height and grasps the roof, and placing it back onto the house. Then, she uses her finely manicured finger nails and pries open the window next to the fridge. Then, only able to reach on finger in, she presses up against the fridge and pushes it out to the middle of the room.
You feel the fridge moving, but it could just be another tremor knocking it over, so you remain calm.
Next, Emily flicks the fridge over to the front door, like a game of paper football. Then, she pries open the front door and, inable to get it out with her finger, puts her lips to the door and sucks. The fridge and several other thing are sucked into Emily's mouth.
By now, you can tell; you're done for. Emily simply spits the fridge into her hand and swallows everything else, chairs, flowers and all. What now?
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