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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #1993120
You decide to shrink yourself super tiny and survive, nobody aware of your existence.
This choice: Your first encounter with the giants!  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

Cleaning out your home!

    by: Froakie Author IconMail Icon
WHAM!!

You awoke, shocked at the loud shockwave that shook the ground so hard. What was tha-

WHAAM!!!

Your body shook and your flimsy shelter fell apart as another loud booming stomp shook your entire location. Getting up, you pushed aside the simple grass structure and looked outwardly to investigate the sound. Your eyes grew wide when you saw who it was!!

WHHAAAAM!!!

Miles and miles away, you spotted a mighty titaness taking a few foot steps in the distance. Looking up and stretching miles and miles high was a blonde giantess, wearing a polka dot bikini and holding a broom. A middle aged woman who was in her early 40’s looked across the cement jungle, your new home. Putting her enormous arms to her side, the goddess from another world brushed her well toned body a bit, due to the dust from the broom that had swept onto her. It was no wonder a lot of bugs didn't make their nests by here, your mother was absolutely horrifying!! Even from afar, you realized that the simplest gestures that she made could cause so much devastation.

“WELL, I GUESS THIS PATIO ISN’T GOING TO CLEAN ITSELF!!” The booming giantess spouted out loud to herself, as she set the broom down on the ground.

Again, the impact of the broom hitting the ground was tremendous, far more impactful than you would have thought possible. It was strange though, because you could see a different set of. . dust or something moving around as she moved her bare feet through the dirt of the patio. Could that be. . dust particles?

It was like . . being so small made you a bit sensitive to the movements of things around you. Whether it be motion or smaller particles. Interesting.

Your supplies were pushed around to and fro, as the impossibly high being started to move things around with the broom. Watching from the comfort of your partially destroyed shelter, you reached into your backpack and pulled out a high quality binoculars. Putting them on, you look a bit more closely at what was happening. The dust particles that you could see from earlier were flying upwards and attaching onto the giant bare foot of your mother as she attempted to get things to look orderly. It was incredible the amount of detail you were able to see being so shockingly tiny!!

Remarkable!

“EEEP!!!” The immense goddess yelped out loud. You were not expecting such an outburst, so you felt yourself getting startled, as if she had somehow noticed you.

Instead, she noticed something else. An ant.

Your mother was really weird when it came to insects. If she didn't notice them, she was fine. . but even the smallest ones that got close to her. . she would freak out. This time was no exception as she quickly lifted up her enormous feet, high into the air, her toned muscular legs reaching up into the sky, hugging her skin tight shorts high up in the air. It was if the ant looked right up at your mother as a quicker than light motion brought your mother’s giant foot right on top of that ant, totally obliterating it’s body!!!

Your mouth was agape as you saw small tiny particles of the ant still stuck to her feet as she continued sweeping.

Focusing on the cleaning, your mother had begun to form a pile. She pushed the trash in a big pile over to the right. . dangerously close to where your base of operations was situated in. Luckily, even though she was getting a bit closer to you, unless she started to sweep out the corners, you were safe where you were at. Knowing your parents well, you knew that they very seldomly cleaned the corners of the patio. This was partially due to laziness, but also they didn't think they ever needed to clean there.

Lucky for you.

Your mother was taking awhile though, she seemed to be cleaning much more methodically for some reason. It was unusual. Sure, your family would occasionally have picnics, but she never really cleaned like this before.

Pulling out your binoculars again, you watched her more closely. A fly landed on your mom’s large left breast, which your mother took notice. Moving very quickly, she swatted at it with her hand, smashing the insect on her tit, its body exploding all over her body. With a small grin on her face, your mother went back to looking to where she would clean, ignoring the dead body now paraded on her breast. You watched from below in awe of her pure power!

Snapping your head back into reality, you realized you needed to focus on survival.

An idea popped into your head. That pile wasn't too far off from where you were stationed at. You had your backpack with some emergency supplies. . but what then? They would run out so soon. Yet, here right at your doorstep, your mother had brought you a bounty of food, sticks, and other goods of use. Some wood pieces, some metal, even some screws. The amount of salvage and goods you could gather from the pile was tremendous.

Yet the risk was high too. If your giantess mother started to sweep the items in the trash. . you could go out with it. Also, with your mother’s general hatred of bugs. . if she noticed you in the midst. . she’d make quick work of you underneath her enormous bare feet!!
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