3 MONTHS EARLIER
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"Are you sure we're safe here?" Rose Crusher nervously demanded.
There were four of them, altogether. Three of them wearing the form-fitting type of beige leotards that made their Caucasian bodies look positively stark naked!
"Relax, dearie," laughed Claire Martins: "We're in a micro-section of Earth-03312008. Formerly self-styled 'the Normal World.' And, this particular piece of it...is the central setting of a ring worn by this world's resident counterpart of Annie McAllen. A ring she got via the Wishbone Restaurant! So, unless he's deliberately looking for us, already, we don't have to worry about Mr. G invading our privacy."
This caustic come-back seemed to reignite Rose's usual inner fire of snarkiness.
"Okay, beeyotch! If you're so smart, answer me this. How did I.D.E.E.A. fail to investigate the disappearance of those eco-evaluators they sent to Vanessa's world?"
"Simple. After learning, through gastronomancy, that I.D.E.E.A. men were capable of cross-time travel by mechanical means, she telepathically contacted me. Offering to share her world with me, in exchange for my shrinking and eating any successive teams of agents who came searching for her first morsels."
Rose shook her head: "It's not like I.D.E.E.A. to just give up on their people like that. No matter how many they lose in the field!"
Bubla, however, had finally grown tired of listening to all this.
"Enough prattle!! Will you help us, or not?"
Rose massaged her jaw, with her right hand, quite nervously. Then, she nodded.
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SAN GABRIEL, CALIFORNIA
EARTH-01072014
(THREE MONTHS LATER)
Paula Drake awoke with a splitting headache.
"Oh, man," she muttered to herself: "I haven't felt this bad since I over-celebrated getting my Ph. D!"
"AWWWWWWWWW!" thundered another female voice, in mock-sympathy: "Maybe I should kiss it and make it better."
Whereupon, Paula looked upward and gasped...just as Annie McAllen's lips descended on her shrunken prisoner.
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AT THAT SAME MOMENT, ON ARCHAVIA...
As we rushed back to her place, in her aerial limousine, I explained to Pryvani (she finally insisted I call her that) and Dr. Freeman about the reason for my nervous silence at the end of Freeman's explanation. Which, of course, entailed a mini-lecture about Sizeloan crosstime travel.
"But, that doesn't make any sense," he replied when I got done: "If these self-proclaimed goddesses can teleport interdimensionally, on their own, why would they need to abduct someone who's only just invented an artificial version?"
I responded by telling him about "kissers." Adding how the humans kissed by them can then gigantize themselves to a slightly lesser degree than their mistresses. But, how most of them lacked the power to bio-teleport across time, like their mistresses.
"In other words," I concluded: "If Bubla is planning to invade Archavia, she might be building up an army of giant pets. One that will need to activate a whole bunch of artificial wormholes to get here!"
"Or one big one?" added Pryvani (only half-questioningly).
I grimly nodded.
"We need to get word to Naskia's brother," Dr. Freeman finally decided: "The Titan High Command are more likely to take his word for this than either yours or mine. That way, the responsibility for a space recon of this Bubla's homeworld is on them! Do you happen to know its astrogational co-ordinates, by any chance?"
I nodded, again, and disclosed them.
tbc
Giantess World
