This choice: Get up the table somehow? • Go Back...Chapter #6Top of the Top by: Dread   You did not want to get anywhere near Rachel. She would easily crush you without even noticing it. She looked directly at you just a second ago and saw you as either a tiny ant or some piece of a crumb on the floor, if you got her to notice you, she would likely shoo you away if you're lucky or just lightly engulf your body under her toe and press down. It would be that easy for her. You needed to have her get a closer look at you so she would not mistake you for anything other than being human. Once she gets a closer look, you can tell her about the remote in the trash can and get back to normal size.
Looking around, you knew you couldn't climb the chair or table legs. Even though they have plenty of grooves and imperfections, it would be like an inexperience climber trying to stick their fingers between the gaps of bricks, it would result in disaster for you. But something does catch your eye. A headphone cord hangs down from the messy kitchen table and the jack is resting on the floor. You make your way to the headphone jack, and which is larger than a bus compared to you. Clambering up the jack, you reach the cord. The white cord is as thick as your body as you wrap your legs around it and shimmy upwards hand over hand far into the sky.
You couldn't help but fear that the headphones would randomly fall because of your body weight, but you were so tiny that there was no way you would be able to counterweight the headphones themselves which rested on the table. You felt like you were super high only to look towards Rachel who was still engrossed in her phone conversation, and you saw you were just above her knee-height as she was sitting down.
Continuing your climb, you finally make it up the edge of the table and take a rest as your arms feel like they are on fire. The headphones the cord was attached to are hulking above you as they start as a spherical pink shape and then narrow into the piece that goes directly into the ear canal. They earpiece is covered in greasy earwax that creates an odor that wafts into the air. Beyond the earphones is a gigantic skyscraper that is actually an opened box of girl scout cookies. The girl on the cover of the box would be a massive giantess if she was that actual size and seemed to be taunting your tiny form with her smile. You looked around to see various papers, boulder-sized crumbs, towering cups and glasses with lip smears on the edges with the colorized ones clearly being from Rachel and the crusted white being from Lexi. The only things that belonged on the table were the salt and pepper shakers and a candle vase at the middle of the table.
You knew that having a little girl in the house would result in things being messy, but even Rachel was a bit of a slob. You wouldn't complain about it again if she helped you however. You try to make your way towards your giantess stepmom when suddenly a loud banging noise hurts your ears.
BANG BANG BANG!
"Oh, that must be the pizza. I'll call you back!" Rachel's booming voice echoes as she removes her cellphone from her ear and uses her thumb to touch the screen.
"The pizza?" You retorted. "Have I been climbing that long?" You can see the darkened sky from out the kitchen windows and realize that you indeed have been!
The echoing screech of Rachel sliding her chair against the kitchen floor makes you cringe as she stands up and walks out kitchen. Each of her footsteps makes the table quiver and the glasses bounce with a clanking noise. As she gets further away, Rachel gets blurry, but you can make her out stopping at the front door and opening it. Her voice is an intelligible echo from here and you cannot even tell whether the pizza deliverer is male of female because their voice is also a deepened boom that is distorted by the loudness and distance.
Rachel closes the front door with a thunderous boom that makes the salt and paper shakes clank as they touch each other. Even from this distance, you can make out the pizza and breadstick boxes stacked in her hands as she walks towards you. The blurriness of her body is significantly reduced as her dark brown hair bounces with each step she takes, along with you and the crumbs on the kitchen table. She stops at the edge of the table and you have to crane your neck all the way back to see her massive face that seems to be looking directly at you!
"Rachel, down here! It's me, Mark!" You jump and scream at her while waving your arms wildly.
Instead of her face contorting into a surprise at seeing her fiancé's older son now being a tiny ant-sized being or even being grossed out by mistaking him for such, her face remains stoic as she lowers the boxes towards you! You uselessly cower as Rachel uses her other hand to brush away everything behind you as she creates space for the pizza. The boxes land behind you and crush the large crumbs flat that her hand didn't brush away. You are met with a wave of hot air and the scent of sizzling pizza and breadsticks. Above you, Rachel leaned over the table slightly and her ginormous boobs sway back and forth above you before she stands upright again.
"Lexi, dinner's here!" Rachel booms out with a voice that shakes your bones.
That's when you get another stupid idea. If Rachel still can't see you, there has to be a way to get closer and one way is to get on top of the pizza. Rachel would see you and you would be saved. However, Rachel instead walks away as she doesn't seem to be interested in eating yet and wants to continue talking to her friend in private. Meanwhile, you can hear the energetic booming footsteps of Lexi approaching from down the hallway.
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