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Rated: GC · Interactive · Adult · #2013234
An amazing, colossal interactive. Trouble grows when a size-changing device is stolen.
This choice: "Well, um, bye." She can't see you because you're microscopic.  •  Go Back...
author: Doom

Ha hahahaha! She'll never spot you now! Not in a million years!

Fel's form, achingly huge in every direction, every dimension, may be the scariest thing you've ever seen, but you know that at microscopic size there's nothing to really fear from her stepping on you.

However, as her flip-flop crashes to the ground, you realize all too late that you have no control over your destiny; the tiniest air current can take your body and do with it as it wishes.

To force this point home, the simple impact of the girl stepping around the corner catapults you upwards, swirling higher than even her ankle, which is already Everest-plus scale to you. You promise yourself that you're not going to look down.

You have no time to recover, though, as Fel moves again. It's not like you've seen in all those movies, where giants move in slow motion - she moves just as fast as she did before, and you're carried along for the ride, each movement of her legs catching a new strand to drag you along.

Your one thought is to cling to the transposer for all you're worth, and ride out the hurricane. Once you're done being spun around, and there's nothing left in your stomach to bring up, you'll restore yourself and get away.

But time keeps on piling up around you, and you have no idea how much has passed by the time you are finally released and allowed to drift downwards.

It is brief. No sooner are you within touching distance of the ground than someone else walks by, snaring you in their wake. You wait and wail for an end that may never come.

Your lot in this microscopic life is to be as a mote of dust, caught up with the macro-world but never allowed to settle for long before being carried away by another demanding giant. This goes on and on, settling and soaring, swirling through the halls without rest. Your prayers for release go unanswered, and you can't help but think you should not have done this when suddenly there is a drastic change to your circumstances.
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