Go Home Gina, You're DrunkThunder sounded in the distance. The sky was clear, though. A couple is out in the park, enjoying the cool crisp evening. Stargazing. But their peace was broken by the noise. He knew what was up. Another din and another. “Oh no,” He spoke, fear in his voice, “She’s back.”
“Who’s back?” She asked, fearful as well, clutching tightly to his leather jacket. But as if on cue, the source appeared. A towering figure, no less than 80 feet tall, her fiery red hair shone through the night, the stench of stale alcohol on her breath and an empty bottle clutched in her hand. “You ish comin’ wiz me.” The giantess demanded through her slurs.
“What? No! Go home Gina, you’re drunk and we’re through.” He stood up and spoke out. Surely this was not a great response as the giantess frowned at this answer, “Yur mah liddle boytoy.” And without waiting for any response, the drunken giantess swiftly and deftl
Girl's Night OutA blinding flash of light, a giggle, two giggles. This was how they were greeted as they awoke. No idea where they were or how they got there, they evaluated their situation, and did not like what they saw. Two massive women, were sitting in front of them, ambient lighting finished the scene, and it was in this moment that it all clicked, they had been shrunk, not only shrunk, but served. The dish was spaghetti and tinies, and they had been invited for dinner. Once the girls were done taking pictures of their meal, they both grabbed forks and displayed wide toothy smiles.
The redhead made the first move, slipping her fork into the mass of noodles, and swiftly twirling up a tightly bound grave for three unfortunate morsels. With a laugh, the redhead guided the forkful of noodles, wet messy sauce, and frightened snacks between her lips, all while the other girl, with jet black hair and icy blue eyes took pictures of her friend.
She couldn’t stay on the sideline too much longer, and
Smoke and Mirrors (Part 1 of Public Choice 2)The fires raged and the smoke was thick. The coughing of girls could easily be heard as an entire cheer-leading team awoke in a panic. They had fallen asleep in a local fraternity house after a loud and rambunctious party. But now it was as if the house was aflame! In their panic the group of girls ran as they bustled and tumbled about. All were trying to escape the blaze. Running towards what they thought was the exit, they instead hit glass. It was only now that they realized something was up. It was here that their sleep-like daze left them and they could assess their situation. However bizarre, as it turned out that they were no longer in the frat house, but instead a glass bulb, and there was no house fire but instead the fire of bong blaze. The girls had been shrunk during the night, and trapped in the bong of what appeared to be two goth girls. The cheerleaders screamed in panic, though they knew this was of no use. They were at the mercy of their captors now.
Compiled Public Choice Story 1The warm spring sun shone down as I slowly woke. With a yawn and a stretch, I reluctantly got up from bed. It wasn't a real bed, some rags and scrap cloth. It was rough being a mere 7 inches tall. But this was the only life I knew. I rubbed my emerald green eyes as I looked around me. Nothing I saw was really mine, I was just living in the shed of someone else. And luckily for me, they didn't know I was here. Before I shrank, I had read of this sort of thing happening to people, just a random act that changed a life forever. Never would I thought it would happen to me, but two weeks ago, it did. I left my apartment to search for help, but none was to be found. Now here I was, clothed in rags, my brown hair a mess, and no one in the world who cared for me. I was alone. I couldn't go back to my apartment, it had already been leased to another tenant. A woman on the road, homeless. With no place to go. I let out a sigh as I felt so deflated about my life. To make matters worse, my stomach
And In The End (Part 6 of Public Choice)As suggested by both celestia4683 and Saftkeur
This was it. The sandwich was lifted and there was nothing in view but her looming face. She smirked at me as her booming voice rang overhead. "This is what you get, bug." She scoffed, definitely savoring this moment. "This is what you deserve, stealing food from me, breaking into my home. You are a no good and no one is going to miss you." She smirked again, cruelly as she took a large bite, missing me. It did give me a good view as her lips were pursed, her jaws chewed, and eventually, the lump of food traveled down her throat. I shuddered, knowing I was soon to meet that fate. She leaned back in for another bite, her teeth came in from behind, cutting through the sandwich with such ease, like pearl sabers. I took a tumble as I landed in her moist hot maw. She closed her mouth and all went dark. Her tongue wrapped around me, savoring me, glazing me from head to toe with saliva as her teeth made swift work of my previous
Make Me A Sandwich! (Part 5 of Public Choice)As suggested by celestia4683
She smirked at me. A glint of devious evil in her eyes as she slowly began to disrobe my meager rags. I couldn't help but turn a crimson red out of embarrassment at this point as I began to put two and two together. My heart began to beat a lot faster as the fear welled up inside me. But this just caused her to giggle as I was gently dropped in a nearby glass. All I could do is watch as she constructed her sandwich. A thick slice of bread made the foundation as it was spread with mayo, then cheese and crisp green lettuce were added. As this point, I was removed from the jar. Flailing and struggling as I was plucked, I was dropped among the lettuce, the cool moisture actually felt nice against my skin, and I actually enjoyed it for a minute, that is, before I was slathered in mayo, a thick spread across me, coughing I wipe my face, just to see another leaf of lettuce laid atop me, followed with thick juicy tomato slices and another mayo spre