You immediately recognize the big girl giving only half her attention to the House of the Dead game and realize she's probably not the person you want to be asking for help from. She's wearing a pair of baggy grey sweatpants (emphasis on the sweat) and a stained white t-shirt with the iconic PlayStation symbols on it that's riding up over her pale gut. From your low angle you can see the dark stains in her pits as she holds the gun controller up to the screen, as well as some long scraggly hairs peeking out of the sleeves. Her pink converse sneakers are tattered and worn through, their original color matching the color of her short, greasy hair.
Sally has developed a bit of an obsession with you ever since you crossed paths at the local community college in a somewhat comedic accident resulting from both of your combined clumsiness. You had slipped and fallen flat on your back in the hallway, and before you could get up she happened to trip backwards over you, her gigantic ass conveniently landing directly on your head. Lucky her weight didn't crush you, but being so shaken up by the fall apparently stirred up some reaction in her guts because you were then subjected to a nearly 30 second long fart being forced right up your nostrils.
After it all happened she apologized profusely and you told her it was fine, though that was apparently the wrong decision. Almost every day after that you started seeing her walking the same halls as you, making sure to walk directly ahead of you and rip ass while glancing back at you to see your reaction. Not wanting to cause a scene you'd just force a smile when she'd look at you while your nostrils burned with her rancid stink, and she'd blush and smile back thinking you were enjoying it. Sometimes she'd even "trip" backwards into you again, and sometimes you were fast enough to catch her.
As Sally glances over in your direction once more she somehow spots your tiny form on carpeted floor amid the wild colors of the arcade. She's not sure what to make of you at first, her blue eyes squinting at you from behind her thick brimmed glasses thinking you're a discarded toy of some sort. But when she sees that you're actually moving (away from her) she decides to take a closer look.
As fast as you run you can't escape the massive, thundering footsteps approaching you, and fear you'll be crushed if she's not careful! You feel a presence looming over you and look back expecting to see the sole of her shoe ready to end you, but instead it's a large, pudgy hand reaching down to grab you! You're trapped in her sweaty grip and lifted high into the air, hundreds of feet in your perspective, up to Sally's huge, oily face. As she looks at you more closely her eyes go wide and she gasps with almost enough force to inhale you on the spot.
"Oh my God..." she whispers to herself. "It's really you!" Her breath reeks of fried foods and soda as it washes over you.
"Uhh... Hi, Sally," you say sheepishly. "Could you um... Please let me go?"
"I knew it, it totally was fate that we crashed into each other!" She exclaims, ignoring you. "And now that you're tiny like this you came to me for help!"
"Look, I do need help but you're--"
"Don't worry, you can come home with me. I'll take extra good care of you. I wouldn't want you getting hurt out here all by yourself." It seems she's not going to listen to you at the moment, too caught up in rambling on about how the stars aligned to bring the two of you together.
"I don't even know how you got this size, but your even cuter like this than before. And at this size now you can do all the things I'm sure you were just dying to do when we were walking together in the halls..." Sally giggles. "You can even get a head start right now and nobody will even know..."
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