Walking along the dark floor, your eyes are glued to the figure before you. Legs stretching high, half bare, half covered in long red laced designer boots resting on thin tall spiked heels. The short red skirt covering the wider thighs and peeking bottom of hers that has a black shirt on top with a tie coming down. Leading to a humongous chest partially blocking you from a gorgeous face with long frayed pigtails. Her arms are folded and she's staring at some screens behind you.
How you ended up in this small dark unlit room, how you ended up small, you know neither. There's a chance that the giant before you might be responsible, but with her not addressing you it's hard to say. A complete stranger, with a face and body you for sure would have remembered seeing before.
The massive figure keeps your focus, the terror of being a bug to this monstrous sized beauty that could snuff you out in a single step that turns you as red as the laces on those boots. She hasn't shown any signs of noticing you, and with the walls having some graphic photos plastered all over, and the frightening sounds you can't fully make out from the many security screens up behind you add to the terrifying thoughts of what'll happen if she does.
One of those large boots steps forward, making you cower in place, even with the step flying high and past your tiny presence. You find it hard to enjoy the view stepping over you, no matter how nice the underwear, too shocked over seeing a building sized being just casually walk over you. She bends forward typing something and messing with the screens, you just sit in awe, looking up at her bent forward, her skirt riding back over her and now start appreciating the view.
Then she laughed, a scary laugh as she spins in place happily laughing at the screens. The heels tapping as she giddily types away. The hard material twice your size clacking away before you, showing no sign of stopping, instead more signs of speeding up in her excitement. As well they bounce and come back and forward in a very wild way, hitting near then far and back again. Not wanting to be stepped on you-
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