Chapter #5Beach Goddess Minnie by: Aayla This was most definitely NOT how your experiment was supposed to go. Trying to transport yourself to the home of your most beloved idol group, (G)I-dle had quickly become a trainwreck, first upon the realization that you'd ended up in a stupid beach, and second upon the realization that your home-made mess of a teleporation device had also reduced your size, drastically. In fact, judging by the array of gigantic sunloungers and mile-wide towels littering the sand, you could barely have been three inches tall.
The sand was an irritating terrain to navigate at this size, and with the scorching sun beaming down on you the journey to some kind of help began taking a toll very quickly. Your stomach began to rumble, your body losing the energy to continue. An expensive handbag lay on it's side by the leg of a nearby sunlounger. Sprinting over, nearly tripping over multiple clumps of uneven sand you stuck your head into the bag in the search of food.
"And what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Came a thundering voice from behind you. Quickly pulling your head from the bag and turning around, your eyes were blessed with the sight of none other than Minnie, it seems your device had worked, somewhat at least. Her pretty black bangs draped over her forehead, she was dressed for the environment, clad in a dark one piece bathing suit with a pair of sunglasses resting on her head.
"M.. Minnie! I'm sorry I was hungry and.. and I just hoped t-that there was.. uh.. food! food in the bag" You stuttered pathetically, still blatantly gawping at the colossal idol towering over you.
"Minnie? You know who I am?" She asked, sounding puzzled.
"Yes! yes! I'm a massive fan of your group, and I was working on this sort of.. device, to teleport me to your dorm so I could meet you, but it kind of went a little wrong and now I'm here and..uh.. small." You said proudly, not realizing just how weird that sounded out loud.
"You tried.. to teleport yourself to our dorm? That's so fucking creepy ew... God knows what you'd have done in there, serves you right getting stuck as a bug." Minnie snarked back, a visible look of disgust growing on her face.
"No it's not like that I just wanted to meet you guys I swear!" You explained quickly.
"Well the other girls went for a swim, so you're stuck with me, little bug." Minnie explained, still glaring at your tiny form with daggers in her eyes.
"What does being stuck with you.. entail?" You asked suggestively, almost immediately regretting it.
"Entail? It's not enough disgusting enough being the size of an ant, you have to be a weird pervert about it too? God you're disgusting. I'll tell you what it "entails," It entails me stomping on any tiny little pervert bugs I happen to come across." Minnie snapped. Her foot had slipped from her sandal and was already crashing onto you before you could try and negotiate your way out of this. You were smacked into the sand, smothered in Minnie's hot, sweaty sole. You were almost immediately turned into a sticky magnet for the sand, Minnie's sweat coating your own skin. Minnie's foot was unrelenting, grinding you into the sand over and over, threatening to break every bone in your little body. She finally relented, as much fun as it would be to flatten you, Minnie had no doubt there was a LOT more fun to be had with this disgusting little creature.
Her foot raised into the air, giving you the opportunity you desperately needed to breathe some fresh air. A long blue nail slid along her sole, peeling your sticky, sandy body from her foot. You found yourself precariously dangling by your ankles as your dream idol contemplated how best to torment you. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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