Bridget, a normal teenage girl in the last year of her high school. A high school with the average mundane kids. A small town with nearly nothing in it. Well unless you traveled down the road to the next town. A younger brother named John only two grades below her. By any account that sounds rather boring. Of course it is their luck to stumble upon a certain magical item today. That accursed item is small, nearly insignificant, but has the most unholy of powers. "And yes of course, you would just call it a penny." Yes a penny which will introduce chaos into any of the lives it touches.
***
John sat down on the couch. It crunched under his weight, unlike his sister, he was quite plump. It was very hot today, the summer's heat had reached a record high. His back and tee-shirt were dripping wet with his sweat. He fumbled on the leather couch until he was comfortable. Grabbing the remote of the couch seat side cushion he hit the power button for his parents sixty five inch TV.
Nothing happened! "Son of a bitch!" John yelled as he kept hitting the button. Upon his frustration he opened the remotes battery compartment. Empty.. John sighed. "How lucky someone was, they were able to find batteries in this house." He looked over at the kitchen where the spare batteries were stored. "Bridget!" He yelled. "Why do you always steal the damn batteries!"
There was no response to his yell. "Fine then." He muttered as he pushed himself up. Getting up seemed to be such a difficult task for him. Walking into the kitchen he opened the battery drawer. Inside sat at least two dozen or so batteries. As he fetched out the batteries he heard a door slam. "She's home.." He muttered. Grabbing some food from the Fridge, John slowly made his way back to the living room.
***
Bridget enjoyed her daily jogs, she was currently in second on the track team, but really hoped she be able to become number one before she graduated. Stepping into the somewhat cooler inside of the house, she slammed the door behind her. There was no sign of her younger brother in the living room either. That was not odd behavior though, Bridget would likely assume he was sleeping in. On Saturdays it was a miracle she would see him at all.
Taking off her shoes by the door, she walked into the empty living room. It was extremely hot in the living room and the AC had only recently been turned on. As she walked further into the room she felt her feet scrunch. Behind her was a trail of sweat puddles left by the socks on the wooden floor. "Gross." She said as she started peeling off her wet white damp socks, throwing them unto the couch.
Freed from the sweat soaked socks she bounded towards the stairs in the direction of her room, leaving sweaty footprints in her wake.
***
As John re entered the living room, he saw his sister dash up the stairs toward her room. Paying no heed to her, he sat back down in his spot. He took a bite of one of his donuts and flicked on the TV with his newly fixed remote. But again nothing, no TV image appeared. "What the hell, why isn't it working now?" He asked to the empty room.
Getting up again, he went over to the TV and tried to power it on with the remote. Nothing.. "Come on, play fucking fair, I Just want to watch, All My Giantess." The show, All My Giantess, featured a brash young man named Cal. He was constantly lusting after the Giantess Monique. It was said to be hugely popular. Looking behind the TV, the culprit was found. "Who the hell unplugged this?" John muttered to himself. Reaching for the plug he saw some loose change behind the TV. "Finders keepers."
***
The room was pretty average, modern but still with a girls charm. Her desk was neat and a bookshelf of athletic trophies sat in an unused corner. Bridget was nearly done changing. Her jogging pants, sports bra, and shirt were laying messily on the floor of her room. "I think I'll need a little more respectable attire." She whispered to herself. Digging through her drawers she found what she was looking for.
The respectable attire she'd found included some very tight shorts, a white tank top, and a brush for letting down her long brown hair. Her friend Stacy was going to be at the mall in thirty minutes, and she planned to go hang at the mall with her. Her phone already had several texts reminding her to bring some pocket money. Something she currently didn't have. Bridget's belly was aching from her jog, and she was very hungry.
***
Sitting back on the couch, John started to count the change he had found. While counting he flicked on the TV. Cal Culon, the micro sized man was pleading for his life as Boxy, a normal sized man, demanded he break off his engagement with the giantess Monique. Monique of course came towering into frame a moment or two later. "Let's see twelve quarters, two dimes, four nickels, and one penny." The coinage all sat on the couch cushion between his legs. "Well that's not a bad haul." He said to himself as he laid back into the couch, grabbing the coins with his left hand.
As his back hit the back of the couch, a smelly object landed on his shoulder. "What the fuck!" John yelled as he grabbed the stinky ass sock from his left shoulder. "Seriously." The sock off his shoulder was utterly repulsing in smell. "How did I become so Lucky......"
Unknown to John, the one penny inside his hand full of change, was no ordinary penny, it was the accursed magical penny. In the mere instant he said the magic word, his mind, body, and soul were transferred into the object in his right hand. The change dropped, and fell between the cushions, the only sign he was there, a TV playing for no audience.
***
"Unhand that finger, boxy!" The micro man Cal said.
"Cal!" Monique cried as she looked down at Cal through a microscope.
Boxy was holding unto the giantesses finger. "Beep beep, Cal, Monique is mine now." Boxy voice declared but was censored.
"Monique how could you betray me, we were going to get married tomorrow!" Cal said, as the Actor gave his all to say his line.
"What the hell is this garbage?" Bridget said as she walked into the living room. To her surprise, her brother wasn't there. Walking over to the TV she unplugged it. "Waste of electricity and brain cells this thing."
***
John was stuck, immobile, plastered to the couch, or as far as he could tell. He couldn't speak no matter how hard he tried, and man he wanted too. It felt like he was being violated all over his body after all, and he couldn't even figure out why. It also terrified him how everything seemed so big. Even Cal on the TV, far across the room from him, micro seized was huge.
As he kept trying to move he saw a huge figure step into the room. It was his gigantic sister. If not for the sheer terror whaling up inside, and the fact she was his sister. John might have called her very hot.
***
Sitting her butt on the couch she felt something smoosh under her behind. "Ewww gross." She stood up and saw that she had sat on a half eaten donut. Wiping off its remains, she looked at her watch. She really didn't have the much time to be wasting, and she still needed to find some cash. "Maybe there's some loose change in the couch." She thought.
Getting back up Bridget inspected her behind, luckily the donut was pretty dry and left no spots on her tight shorts. "Oh well, anyways let's see if Bro has left me any change in here." She said as she bent down to inspect the couch cushions.
***
She was huge and heading straight for him, John's heart would be pumping if he had one, but it was silent. "Am I dead." He thought as the large rump of his sister completely blocked out his vision. He quickly dismissed that thought as her large behind crushed him under its weight.
***
"What's this?" She said, as she found some change between the cushions. She really hadn't expected to find any, a real pain to Stacy but oh well, but here it was, a large size of change.
She counted the change twice; unable to believe she found over three dollars of spare change. Shoving it in her pocket, she hopped back unto the couch and grabbed her socks from earlier. "Whew these stink!" She said as she lifted them off the couch."Oh well, don't really have time to get a new pair."
Stretching the sweaty socks over her feet, they snapped in to place, just where they belonged. Each sock, leaving Bridget with the feeling she may get athlete's foot if she's not careful.
***
John had survived, his gigantic sisters rump had not ended his life, but he was still stuck to the couch. Still unable to move. Further the terrible smells and tastes he was experiencing still, had not gone away. He felt like he had fallen in a vat of sweat that had been allowed to ferment for days. His body had handled his sisters butts weight, but he still ached from his body being contorted. He wasn't even sure of what his body was. His field consisted of white, and currently his sisters behind.
John Panicked once more as his sister's rump came hurtling back down towards him, it missed. He was grabbed by his sister abruptly and had a giant sock shoved into his face. This is when it dawned on him. "That sock looks exactly like me right now." John thought as his vision suddenly blurred.
In front of him, as his body was being painfully stretched, was an enormous foot. His sisters foot, a foot he could see glistening with sweat. With literally every fiber in his being, he wanted to scream, to move, to do anything but be wrapped around his sisters foot. But he felt every crevice of his body expand painfully around the small wrinkles and creases of her foot. "Why me." John cried. But unfortunately he could not.
***
Socks on, she slipped on her sweaty jogging sneakers, they too smelled and were laden with sweat. But she didn't have the time to change her socks and shoes, the mall was about five miles away. With the door closed and locked behind her, it was time for the twenty minute sprint to the mall. She couldn't help but think she lost more socks this way than any other.
To be Continued.
The mall was a crowded place, bustling with lots of people. Adults, kids, elderly, some people carrying bags, and others texting on their smart phones. It was relatively crowded in the cafeteria portion of the mall as well. Those Chinese restaurants had their free sample girls running about, a soda spill was causing havoc; the stupidly long lines at the "fast" food restaurants were astounding. Of course among all the hustle and bustle, one girl sat alone in the least crowded place she could find.
Stacy had really no right to be friends with Bridget, as far as society was concerned. Stacy had braces, glasses, and for all intensive purposes would fall into that geek territory of ugly but sort of pretty category, and of course not very athletic. Bridget on the other hand was an idol of her class, and a center of attraction for all the boys at her school. Of course Bridget was the type to keep her friends for a long time, and so they had been friends for as long as they could remember.
***
Bridgett at this moment was jogging into the mall’s parking lot. Her feet ached, and beads of sweat ran all down her body. Each step caused her feet to slush around in her sneakers, as if she had just swam with her shoes on, in a swimming pool. As she entered into the shopping mall’s plaza, a giant wave of cold air hit her. Filling chilled to the bone she shook in place as she slowed down inside the mall to look inside the food plaza for her long time friend Stacy.
***
“Hey Bridgett!” Stacy yelled to get her friend’s attention.
Stacy watched as her sweat covered friend plopped into the seat opposite hers. She seemed to be sporting a white tank top and shorts, lucky for Bridgett the tank top hadn’t become quite see through. As she stared at Bridgett her thoughts were interrupted. “I’m starving.” Bridgett declared to her.
***
Bridgett was slightly tired from her run and had taken a seat. It was rather cold in here, so of course she was shivering a bit. The best way to warm up would be something to quell her hunger. Fidgeting to pull out her change, she set it onto the counter top. “Well split the bill okay, Stacy?”
After setting down the change, Bridgett paid no heed to Stacy counting it. She knew she was short on cash, and as a result she was using her friend a bit. Of course Stacy had much more money than her. Not feeling too badly about it, she continued to sit in her seat.
She started to dash her eyes towards all the restaurants in a vain hope to make a decision on what to get to eat. Meanwhile subconsciously she had a terrible itch. The shoes that had cooled had gotten even damper if that was at all possible. If one looked at the soles of her socks, one would note that the white socks from earlier had gone brown from constant rubbing of sweat, skin, and her shoes sole. She scratched her feet like crazy, the itch was unbearable.
***
John was miserable to say the least. If one swam in a vat of molasses, was hit by Klingon pain sticks, and then submerged in a vat of maggot filled trash, it would still not compare to the miserable he felt right now. He was now cold; some of his body felt like it was stretched contorted and bruised beyond recognition. His mind was broke, but at least for now he still remained sane and hoped soon his sister might hear his agonizing screams.
***
Stacy couldn’t help but smell Bridgett’s feet wafting under the table. “Oh my god Bridgett, your feet smell terrible!”
“Do they?” Bridgett brought her foot closer. “Wow!” She coughed. “Potent!”
“Those socks are nasty Bridgett. Throw them out!” Stacy declared.
“Are you going to buy me a new pair Stacy, you know I can’t afford to throw out new socks every day.” Bridgett held the foot up to the table as she spoke.
“Put those weapons away Bridgett. Those socks are new? How do you socks ever manage to last through that?” Stacy shoved Bridgett’s feet back to the ground.
“Okay okay.” Bridgett took off her socks in placed them in an air tight zip lock bag. “That should help the smell a bit.” She said as she placed the zip lock bag in her purse.
***
As Bridgett meandered off, Stacy finished counting the change. “With this you would think Stacy doesn’t get an allowance.” Stacy muttered as she counted the small amount of change. Getting up, as she was about to follow her friend, she noticed Bridgett’s purse. “Better bring this with me.” She mumbled as she headed towards a burger franchise.
After a polite conversation with the blushing male clerk, Bridgett had a large smile on her face. Her friend followed behind her as she finished the conversation. “Got us some free food to go with our meal.” Said Bridgett.
As Bridgett finished her order and Stacy started to rattle off her own, Bridgett made a run for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back Stacy.”
Waiting for just a moment the instant fast food was delivered long before Bridgett had returned. Stacy sat down at their table.
***
The male clerk at the fast food Franchise couldn’t help but follow those two girls back to their seats with his eyes. They were both exceptionally cute, and only a bit younger then himself. He was not very good looking and was a bit overweight, further he had never managed to have a girlfriend for more than a week. Oh how he wished he could be with either of those two.
As he continued his job he noticed it was time for his break. Looking over at the table were the girls were sitting he noticed a half eaten burger and purse, but neither of the girls were there. He got quite the perverted thought.
***
As Stacy sat at the table carrying the food tray, she couldn’t help but notice the fat teen ogling her from the burger franchise. “I really wish that Bridgett would hurry out of the bathroom.” She spoke under her breathe. Unwrapping her burger she took a bite.
As she was chewing he food, she couldn’t help noticing that her burger had been upgraded from a junior to a super deluxe size. This was undoubtedly Bridgett’s flirting at work. Playing with the loose change in her other hand, she couldn’t help but thinking how lucky she was to be Bridgett’s friend. “I’m so Lucky…” Stacy mumbled as she was chewing with her mouth full of burger.
***
Acting on his previous thoughts, the perverted fat clerk from the burger joint, made his way over to the girls table, a giant grin on his face.
***
Stacy was in a state of shock. One second she was eating a burger, the next she locked up, unable to move and plummeted down on what was apparently a large plastic food tray. As she sat, laid, kneeled? Well she didn’t really know actually but either way, as she couldn’t move or make a sound in the slightest, she was stuck there. She sat there as she started to feel like she was getting cold. With panoramic vision, she couldn’t help but notice the lustful looking clerk make his was over to her.
***
Light shined down on John through the plastic he was encased in. John panicked as he saw a large hand rummage around him until he was pulled fully into the light. There he saw a fat guy in a burger clerk uniform. His fat chubby hand pulled him out of the plastic bag, sweat still dripping off of him. John was horrified as the fat clerk started to sniff him as he grabbed a half eaten burger from a food tray. The clerk gobbled down the burger quickly as he smelled the sock, licking his fingers as he finished. Then john heard some frightening words.
“Better quickly rub one out with my new toy before breaks over.” John screamed as he was shoved into the clerk’s pocket. He was heading to the restroom, to rub one or two out.
***
As Bridgett exited the bathroom she passed by that fat ugly clerk from before and smiled. “Make sure you eat something healthy so the girls will be eaten up by you.”
Bridgett believed in flirting to get what she desired, Stacy scolded her for it most often than not, but it was effective. Now she was going to go enjoy her food with Stacy.
The End