This choice: Better yet, Heather takes her new pets to the beach! • Go Back... Once her sandals were properly cleaned Heather snapped her finger and signaled her pets to get off. With her shoes now available she hurriedly put them back on. "Not a bad first job bugs. But I'm getting bored just hanging around so we're going to go out somewhere fun." She lowered her hand to the ground until all her remaining pets climbed onto her palm, where she then quickly put them all into her purse. Once her purse was zipped shut Heather didn't say a word to them. She simply slung it over her shoulder and walked out of school like nothing was wrong. With every sway of her hips her purse bounced against her hip, scaring all her pets half to death.
With everyone from the school shrunken the town seemed strangely quiet...well...quieter. Most adults were busy working and nearly all the kids were either in school or shrunken. Heather barely saw anyone before she got to her destination: the beach. The girl smiled in content as she saw a surprisingly populated beach before her. No high-schooler's of course but plenty of adults and college kids. Pretty much anyone who had the time to relish the nice day was here having fun. Heather soon would be too, but there was an issue. Being the kind of girl she was Heather rarely didn't have access to her swimsuit, but she just came from school so she had no towel or suntan lotion or even chair to rest on. Instinctively her hand opened her purse as a sly smile crossed her lips.
Right as Heather began to glance over the beach she saw the perfect chance. A lone young woman by herself tanning on a lawn chair with a cooler and all the supplies Heather could ever need. The woman was walking towards the nearby bathroom building, unaware she was being followed. Heather creeped carefully into the restroom with her hand resting calmly on her size gun. When she was certain they were alone in the restroom she blasted the girl. One quick stomp later Heather suddenly had a free set of beach gear. She hummed joyfully as she put her gun back into her purse and changed into her swim suit. For a woman as beautiful as Heather she of course had a swimsuit to match: a navy blue two-piece bikini set up built to accentuate her already ample chest. Heather felt like a Goddess when she stepped out of the restroom in her beach outfit. Confidently the blonde diva went to the woman's chair and sat on it, using some of her abandoned suntan lotion on herself. In a couple minutes she glistened in the sun like the beautiful water before her.
Lazily Heather opened her purse and pulled out some sunglasses. Once those were on then her music player. Then after she finally got around to the hundred or so people trapped inside. Heather carelessly dropped them all into the sand beside her, faintly aware of the blood at the bottom of her purse. "You bugs can't even handle a trip without dying can you?" She sighed. "It's too nice here to get mad. Turn on my music player then get to cleaning your friends out of my purse." The girl rested her head back, content to let her speck-sized people do their duty. After a couple minutes her music player came to life, blaring a terrible pop song.
Heather frowned, "Ugh this really? You ants have shitty taste in music. Change it." They changed it to another shitty pop song. "Change it." Then another. "Change it." And another. Heather's voice grew more annoyed with each repeated command until she finally sat up and grabbed the device herself. "Let me take care of it! God you're all so useless!"
"It's because we're so small!" A voice piped from the bugs.
Heather's ears perked, "Was that backtalk I heard? Maybe you bugs need to remember who's in charge here." With a free hand the Goddess pulled up a handful of sand and hovered it over a number of people, specifically the one who talked back. She released her grip and let the thousands of grains fall upon the tiny people. At their size those grains were probably basketball-sized hail. More than a few people got hit and didn't get back up. After a single gust of wind they were all hidden by the sand. "Stupid ants. Don't forget who's your Goddess." Heather scrolled until she found a good song and got comfy again. "Just for that you can clean me off. Got sand all over from dealing with you stupid bugs."
Despite her sour mood Heather quickly felt content again as her slaves did as commanded. Her favorite songs were playing, she was at the beach with dozens of people as pets. Life was good. Before she knew it Heather felt tired. Then sleepy. Then she was asleep.
How much time passed was hard to say. It was still early in the morning when Heather headed to the beach and it was still daylight when she woke up. It felt like noon-ish. The girl's eyes fluttered open, faintly aware something was off. In a cold realization Heather figured out what. Her pets weren't there. The tiny hands that should be worshiping her were nowhere to be found. She jolted upright in a heartbeat and looked around: nothing.
"You little shits." She cursed. "You think you can run away?!" Heather gritted her teeth and looked around. Since her nap the beach had gotten even more crowded. Not overtly so but there were definitely a solid pack of people here. But as far as she could see no tiny- oh wait! There were some. Very faintly Heather could see a majority of her pets running in the sand away from the water. They barely stood out at all, Heather only noticed because she was looking for them. No sign of the others though. They all probably got crushed or lost in the sand. Those would be the lucky ones after Heather got through with them.
Conveniently they were all next to something useful: a volleyball net. In fact, in their hurry all her tiny slaves had wandered directly into the playing field. This gave Heather the perfect idea. She just needed some help.
Heather stood up and walked over to a group of college-looking kids, all girls oddly enough. One was a short-haired brunette, another a perky blonde, and the last had long black hair. Each of them had sizable bosoms, were nearly as tall as Heather and if she had to guess, were probably very popular with guys. They couldn't hold a candle to a Goddess like Heather though.
"Hey!" She called out to the trio.
"Yeah?" The black-haired one answered.
"You guys up for a round of volleyball?"
The three exchanged a look before shrugging. "Sure why not? We were looking for something to do anyway. You got a ball?"
Heather slumped, realizing a problem. "No unfortunately...I didn't even think of that." She'd been too busy thinking of crushing her bugs.
The woman laughed, "Nice. I think I got a ball in my car though. Be right back." The girl returned quickly with a volleyball in tow, and, as Heather noticed, crushed more than a few of her bugs on the way.
"Thanks uh..."
"Jenny." The girl smiled, "And this is Emily and Tara." She pointed to the blonde and brunette respectively.
"Heather."
"Alrighty Heather. What teams should we do?"
"Maybe switch it up as we go?"
"Sounds good to me! First it'll be me and you against Emi and Tara."
"Perfect!" Heather did her best to hold back her giddiness as she walked to the volleyball net with her newly-made friends. Her tiny pets stopped in their tracks once they saw her familiar towering figure heading towards them. Effortlessly the girls walked to opposite sides of the net and did a couple warm-up stretches.
"You guys are going down!" Tara shouted from the other side.
Heather took a look at all her pets scattered through the playing field. "I'm gonna crush you!" She had the ball in her hands. With a firm stomp into the ground, ending someone's life, she jumped into the air and served.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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