While Trish sits on the toilet, you do nothing for the first few seconds but watch in fear and awe at the gigantic older woman. She is absolutely massive, just sitting on the toilet she still extends thousands of feet to the sky. You can't believe that you have shrunk to such a tiny size and have to pinch yourself to make sure this isn't some fucked up nightmare. Finally, it kicks in that you need to get help, there is no way you'll survive long at this size. Trish doesn't even notice a tiny speck-like insect running in front of her right foot and then coming to a stop in between her feet.
You run past Trish's toes, each bigger than factory warehouses and high enough that you are looking all the way up to have to see under the tip of her toenails. Your mind can't even comprehend this size as you run past them until you are right in front of her, in between her massive feet. You look past Trish's mountainous breasts under her green button-up shirt and up at the giga-giantess's ginormous face. You can't help but admire her for a brief second. If she is Greek, then right now she is Aphrodite and you are nothing more than an insignificant piece of lint on the floor.
"Ms. Trish, down here! Ms. Trish! Look down here! Please for the love of everything, look down here and help me!" You scream as loud as you can with your eyes almost tearing.
The response is the sound of a thunderous fart that causes the ground to shake ferociously and your ears to pop. Even her boobs wobble from the fart. Not long after, the sound of tons of weight crashing into a large body of water is heard from above as Trish cringes with a red tint on her face. Then came the smell. Oh man, the smell. Somehow to you it was intoxicating as much as it was rancid, the pizza from last night came out strong.
Your thoughts are interrupted as Trish reaches for a piece of toilet paper and is then looking down towards you!
"Ms. Trish, it's me! I'm not a bug! Please help me!" You scream again as she starts to lean forward and squint her eyes a little.
Your hopes are dashed when Trish only does that to be able to get easier access to wiping her ass and completely misses you in her eyesight. With her business finished, Trish reaches down to grab her grey sweat pants and pink panties. You cry out to her one last time before she stands up to full height, making you crane your head all the way back as she pulls up her clothes and swings her left foot over your body blocking all light momentarily as her dainty sole soars over your body and lands some distance away, shaking the ground violently when it crashes into the linoleum tiles. Trish flushes the toilet, creating a destructive force of water churning that echoes through the air. She stops only briefly at the faucet to wash her hands.
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