The long skirts of Angelina's dress trail through the ruins of the school building, their thick mesh an easy material to climb. Digging your fingers in deep, you heave yourself up her towering form, her growth having seemingly come to an end. You hate to guess just how tall she is, but she's definitely more than a fifty foot woman! To her, you'd almost seem like an insect climbing up her leg!
The giant goth stands stock still, perhaps in shock at the thinner air at her altitude, perhaps in awe at the world she can now see, spread before her like a scattering of toys. Maybe she's realised the greatness of the world she's a part of, and is rethinking her suicidal thoughts?
Passing her waist, reaching the lower reaches of her corset, you see her gigantic, pale hand swaying like a pendulum at the end of her gargantuan arm. You tremble to consider how much strength even one of those fingers has!
Angelina's breath strains against the titanic constraint of her corset, rumbling your world with every inch of progress you make up her heady height. And more than this, the impossible overhang of her chest means you must move around it, closer to her armpit, to ascend the final distance, peeking out into sunlight to see the underside of her chin like a mountain peak. Catching your breath, you shout out to her, hoping to be heard.
The world shudders as she gasps, and then you almost regret your shout as she looks down, exposing you to the full glory of her face, huge and terrible as it blots out the sun. With backlit halo and tear-streaked makeup, she is quite the terrible goddess.
Now that you have her attention, you had best plead your case well.
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