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Before you can finish what you’re saying, you hear a loud explosion in the distance. This is quickly followed by what you can only visualise as tiny tanks running past your feet. You didn’t even know the Liliputians had any in place there at all!
Soon, tiny gun and cannon fire erupts, and you look up to Matt, still on his platform above your nose, who is very busily communicating with others on his console. “What’s going on?” you ask.
“Microsapiens,” he answers, a serious look on his face, his voice containing a hint of dread. “This isn’t good at all.”
“Microsapiens?” It’s the first time you’ve heard of such a term, but the implication was that they must’ve been really tiny, if even the diminutive Liliputians called them that.
“I’ll explain later,” Matt says, turning a knob on his wristwatch. A bright flash of light later, he is covered in some kind of armor that wouldn’t look out of place in a sci-fi video game. “What’s important is that we get you out of here.”
“Why?” You feel the ground beneath you begin to shake, followed by a rising sensation. The feeling of beach and is quickly replaced by cold metal. Soon, the world starts to move. Am I on a truck? You wonder to yourself. How did that happen?
“Because they’re after you,” Matt says matter-of-factly. He keeps up with the vehicle with his platform at a similar speed. “I told you before, the main reason why we try to keep your kind out of Lilliput is because of your destructive potential.”
“And?” The truck hits a bump, and you grimace as your massive breasts jiggle. The wind from the movement has already begun to harden your nipples
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“Though physical destruction is part of it, it’s more because the Microsapiens use a rare element to power their armies and war machines, a rare element found only inside a Brobdingnagian woman: Brobanium.”
You can’t help but laugh at that. “That is so cheesy. Are you actually saying that there’s something in me that they need?”
The truck takes a sharp turn and starts climbing up what looks like a mountain-side road, judging from your slightly upturned angle. Now you can see down to the beach and the nearby city – a tiny one, for sure – already in flames, and little tanks(?) and helicopters(?) shooting against some strange black blobs.
“Why do you think your kind is so big, especially when breastfed? Sure, genetics is part of it too, but you can’t fathom the potential of Brobanium. It gives you the nutrients to expand to your incredible size, and the energy to keep going. When applied to something as tiny as a Microsapien, that little punk becomes a monster. When it’s used to power a war factory, it can crank out a whole column of tanks in a matter of hours. We believe it’s the secret to your evolution.”
Matt looks around, apparently keeping watch out for any enemies that might sneak up on you two.
Still trying to wrap your head around this outlandish claim – while in the middle of an even more outlandish situation – you then decide to ask. “Where is it most concentrated?”
Matt is unable to answer you, however, because his platform is suddenly hit from behind, and he crashes into some woods on the side of the road.
The truck continues on its way, and you look back to see what looks like that giant “Dragon” helicopter from Avatar, except it’s about only three times the size of Matt’s platform. It easily matches the truck’s speed and hovers over you, before opening up its underbelly and dropping what looks like dust to you, each one connected to what looks like thin strands of spider web… except you quickly realize that dust doesn’t just over in the air like a fly…
It’s not dust. It’s Microsapien soldiers with jet packs, and the “webs” they’re carrying are in fact tubes.
“Commence Brobanium extraction!” The commander orders.
The rest of the swarm-like force quickly acknowledges and they fly straight for your…
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