Chapter 1: Dealing with locals (Part 1)

The three American girls soon arrived to the Mexican-size zone determined to have some fun. Having totally different likes and personalities, each of them took a different way, looking for something interesting to see or do. However, considering the size difference between them and the locals, how did the other tourists react to them? And how did the three girls deal with the tinies? Only one way to find out...

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Linda kicked off her white flip-flops as she walked into the beach, as she loved the feeling of the fine and soft sand on her feet. She also knew that no one would even try to steal such a huge footwear. As she strolled through the tiny beach, something quickly caught her eye. It was a group of tinies playing tug-o-war. Getting closer, she noticed that it was a guys vs girls contest. Obviously, the former were easily handling the latter.

Before Linda could do or say anything, she noticed that one of the girls was considerably taller than the rest, who were barely shoulder height to her. She immediately recognized this tall girl from before. She was the one she almost accidentally stepped on in the lobby. Seeing her next to other women her size, she quickly realized she was much different than the rest. Not only was she much taller, but she was also clearly much stronger than them. She seemed to be a volleyball player or something. And even more, the girl had a great body. Abnormally large breasts and buttocks were barely hidden by the yellow bikini. Linda would be very jealous of this girl, if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't even come up to her ankle.

Seeing the girls losing so easily against the boys, she decided she had to do something. Men weren't going to defeat women; not while she was around, anyway. Stepping closer, she kneeled down so she could both see and hear them better. The tiny group suddenly stopped pulling the rope and stared up at her. She just smiled at them and waved.

“Hello, everyone”, she said, cheerfully, hoping they spoke English. “Seems you girls could use a hand.”

“No, we're fine...”, said the yellow-bikini girl, obviously recognizing her too.

“What are you talking about?”, said another girl. “Of course we need a hand! Could you help us, please?”

“Of course I would, gladly.”, said Linda.

“No, hold on a second...”, said one of the guys. “The teams are already made. You can't just add teammates.”

“Oh, and why not?”, asked Linda, grinning. “Afraid a bunch of girls might defeat you?”

“Well, no, but...”, the guy didn't know what to say; nor did his teammates. “V...very well...”, they said, already regretting it.

The tinies got back into positions, picking up the rope again. Linda then tightly pinched one of its ends between her index and thumb fingertips. The guys then counted to 3 and everyone started pulling. Linda barely had to use strength, as with the help of the other girls, she easily pulled the rope towards her, causing the men to be dragged along.

The tiny men used all their might, and even planted their heels on the sand, trying to use friction to their advantage. However, they were no match for the girls' combined strength, and after just a few seconds, Linda decided to give the rope a harder tug, causing all the men to fall forwards, landing face first on the sand. The girls started cheering, happily. The massive girl lowered her hand towards her tiny teammates, who high-fived her enormous palm. Linda barely felt them, as if they were little tickles.

“That wasn't fair!”, said one of the guys, as they all stood up. “You...ummm...you outnumbered us once she joined your team!”, he said, trying to make an excuse.

“Oh, so were numbers the problem?”, Linda asked, already grinning again. “Very well, what if we change the teams? This time, instead of boys vs girls, it'll be Mexico vs USA. How does that sound?”

The tiny tourists, both boys and girls, looked at each other, not sure of what to answer. They were obviously not interested at all in competing against the gigantic girl in a strength contest.

“Well, the thing is that we're already tired.”, said one of the tinies. “We already did a few other tug-o-war matches before you arrived, so we're obviously more tired than you.”

“Oh, I see...”, said Linda. “Very well, I understand. No one wants to see their country proved inferior than another. It's cool.”

This caused a spark that made the tinies' patriotic spirit catch fire, which was Linda's intention. Not wanting to chicken out from an American's challenge, they made a quick team back, trying to come up with a plan or strategy to deal with the situation. Linda waited patiently until they were ready.

“Very well.”, one of them said. “But we have one condition. You can only use one hand.”

“Only one?”, she said, raising an eyebrow. “That doesn't sound fair, but OK, I accept the terms.”

“OK, then...”, the tinies said, nervously. “Let's get this over with.”

Everyone got into position. The tiny Mexicans all grabbed one end of the rope, while Linda used her index and thumb again to pinch the other, getting down on her knees. This proved to be a bad idea, though, as when the match started, the combined strength of the diminutive men and women almost managed to make the rope slip between Linda's fingers. Startled, and not wanting to lose, she decided to wrap all her fingers around the rope, engulfing it completely with her hand. From that point, no matter how hard the tinies pulled, their feeble attempts of moving her hand were all in vain. She was simply way too strong for all of them together.

Noticing that her strength was vastly superior than her opponents', she chose to toy with them a little. She'd pull the rope a bit, dragging them all towards her, and then let her arm go, making the tinies believe for a moment that they were somehow beating her, or that at least the contest was even. However, she soon got bored of toying with them and decided to finish it. A single flick of her wrist would be more than enough to fling them all, but she had a better idea.

“USA 1, Mexico 0!”, she said, happily. “Now, are you ready for the grand finale?”, she asked them, grinning.

Linda clenched her fist around her end of the rope, holding it tightly in her grasp. Then, she pulled it closer to her and lifted it off the sand. A few tinies let the rope go, staying on the sand, but most of them were carried away with it. They screamed, holding on tightly to the rope as they dangled in front of the giant American's face.

“OK, OK, fine!”, they shouted, terrified. “You win! Just put us down!”

“Awww...”, she said, smiling widely. “Are you little ones afraid of heights?”

Linda was frankly quite amused by the sight. She had never felt so big and powerful in her whole life. A group of men and women, all dangling from her hand, barely weighing anything. Having them so close to her face, she couldn't help but think that they looked a lot like a grape cluster, all hanging to the same rope. She giggled a little at the thought, which confused her tiny “captives”.

Lost in her silly thoughts, she didn't realize that she had kept them like that a little longer than they could hold on, and a few started to let go. Fortunately, they didn't fall straight to the sand. Instead, they bounced off her gigantic breasts, which softened the fall a little, and then fell all the way down to her legs, smacking against her bare thighs, which were far softer than the ground below.

“Whoops! Sorry!”, she said, immediately placing the rest of them back on solid ground, gently. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, we're fine.”, they answered, carefully climbing down her thighs to the sand.

“Oh, phew!”, Linda said, relieved. “Good to hear. So...does this mean I won?”

“Well...k...kind of...”, one of the tinies said. “Just this one round.”

“Is that so?”, Linda said, lying down on her belly to get a closer look to the tiny Mexicans, her gigantic face looming above them. “I'm totally up for a second round.”

“Well, the thing is...” The tinies looked at each other, trying to find a clever way to get out of it. “There's something we need to take care of, so...maybe next time.”
“Sure...of course.”, Linda said, skeptically. “Very well. See you around!”

Linda, already resting on her belly, decided to relax and take a sun bath as the tinies walked away. The tug o' war contest had been far from tiring to her, so she didn't really need the rest, but she decided to give the Mexican tourists a little break before having fun with her size again. However, not all the tinies felt like giving her a break as well.

About a minute after she closed her eyes, she started to feel some tickling on the side of her body. Curious, Linda turned her head to see what was causing it. And, of course, who else could it be if not the yellow-bikini chick, furiously pounding her fists against her ribs. This only caused Linda to feel even bigger, as the tiny girl's attack merely tickled her, if anything.

“Ummm...excuse me?”, Linda said, raising an eyebrow. “What's going on?”

“This is my spot!”, the tiny shouted. “And now you're blocking all the sun with your overgrown body!”

Linda then noticed a teeny tiny towel on the sand, right next to her. And fairly enough, her body was casting a shadow over it. However, the American girl didn't intend to move just because some rude chick told her to.

“Oh, is that so?”, Linda asked. “Well, the beach is big, so go find another spot, because I'm not moving.”

“But I was here first!”, the tiny girl yelled, hands on hips.

“Yes, and I'm not on your spot, but next to it.”, Linda replied, grinning. “So you move if you want sun.”

“I'm not moving anywhere!”, the tiny said.

“Nor am I”, said Linda, faking a yawn and resting her head back on the sand.

Not even 10 seconds later, she felt tickling again. This time, though, they felt somewhat different. Annoyed, but a bit curious, she turned her head again to see what was going on. To her surprise, the tiny girl wasn't attacking her anymore, but climbing her. The yellow bikini-clad “amazon” was using the huge bikini strap to climb her enormous body, planting her feet against her hip and thigh for support, while pulling herself higher and higher.

Linda bit her lip, trying to hold her laughter. As funny as the scene was, she didn't want to knock her down as she climbed. She could get hurt. So she waited until the diminutive climber reached the top, standing right on her butt cheeks. The two looked like small hills compared to her, even if Linda's rear wasn't exactly the largest she had ever seen.

“So...what was that for?”, asked Linda, shaking her bottom just a little bit, but enough to knock the tiny off her feet.

“Whoa, hey!”, the tiny girl shouted, immediately jumping back on her feet, not wanting to lay down on another woman's butt. “Don't do that again!”

“Fine...but then why are you even there?”, Linda asked, very curious.

“To teach you a lesson!”

“A lesson? What lesson? That you can climb onto my butt?”, Linda asked, chuckling.

“No, you bitch!”, said the tiny girl, her face red. “This!”

And without warning, the tiny woman used both hands to pull Linda's bikini, as if trying to give her a wedgie. The red and white stripes of her USA flag bikini bottom dwarfed the diminutive hands of the offender, which struggled to even get a good grip on the huge bathing suit.

Linda, meanwhile, did her best to stop herself from bursting into laughter as she realized what her tiny attacker tried to do. Had the two women been scaled to the same size, her bikini bottom would probably be already on her head, as she wasn't nearly as strong as this Mexican girl; proportionally speaking, of course. But as things were, she could barely even feel a tug on her bottom, much less a real wedgie.

Noticing how little effect her “wedgie” had on the colossal American, the tiny girl started to stamp her feet, both angry and helpless. The soles of her feet caused high-pitched slapping sounds against Linda's massive butt cheeks, but as expected, no harm done whatsoever.

Linda watched her for a little while, but soon, she decided to fight back. It's not like she was in pain or anything like that, but the tiny woman was definitely trying to hurt her, and she wasn't going to stay there doing nothing while someone attacked her. Lifting her hand, she slammed it right on the yellow-bikini girl, pinning her down between her palm and her butt cheek.

The tiny girl was too busy fighting against the giant bikini bottom that she didn't even notice the hand raising above her; and before she could notice the incoming attack, a massive hand landed right on her, pressing her tightly against the colossal butt cheek. She used all her might to try and stand up and push the hand off her, but the difference between each girl's strength was gargantuan, and no matter how much she fought, the huge hand alone was much more powerful than her entire body.

After holding her there for a few moments, Linda lifted her hand off her butt, taking the tiny girl with her. Her fingers were strong enough to hold her tiny captive tightly, preventing her from struggling or falling as she held her right in front of her face. The look in those massive brown eyes was enough to make the tiny girl shiver, helplessly wondering what this oversized American had in mind.

“So, a wedgie, huh?”, Linda asked, frowning. “Not bad. A classic, if I may. However, you're doing it wrong. Let me teach you a lesson on how to teach a lesson.”

With that, Linda easily turned her tiny captive around, now holding her on her open palm. She then placed her thumb on her back, easily holding her in place. Then, with her free hand, she reached down and pinched the teeny tiny yellow bikini bottom between her index and thumb, and started pulling it.

The tiny girl's face was pushed against the huge palm by the enormous thumb, so her screams were muffled by its thick skin. But even if she couldn't truly show it, the giant wedgie was surely painful! Being such a tall and strong girl, no one had ever dared to try and give her a wedgie before, so this was actually her first time. During the awful moment, she wondered if this was how it felt when she did it to other people, or if it was even worse, as her tormentor was considerably larger than her.

Linda pulled just a little bit, not wanting to injure the tiny girl. However, being so big compared to her rival, she couldn't have possibly realized that even a slight pull was strong enough to give her the proper sensation of a wedgie. But before stopping, Linda decided to give her one last, strong pull, just to leave her something to think about next time she sat.

Taking a deep breath, Linda gave the yellow bikini bottom one last tug, a little stronger than what she had been pulling so far. Being the first time she did anything even similar to this, she didn't count on the reduced elasticity of the swim suit, and the tiny object snapped as soon as it couldn't endure the tension, leaving the Mexican girl's lower body completely naked.

Feeling her bikini bottom snap, she immediately shrieked, trying desperately to break free from the powerful thumb's pressure. Of course, she wasn't strong enough to overpower it, but this time, her gigantic captor released her, placing her gently on the sand. The tiny girl immediately covered her private parts with both hands as much as she could.

“You fucking, stupid bitch!”, shouted the tiny girl, extremely furious.

“Sorry, sorry!”, Linda said, truly ashamed. “I didn't mean it to break.”

“You overdid it this time! Are you freakin' retard?!”

“Hey, now hold on a second.”, Linda replied. “You did the same to me just before, remember?”

“Yes, but I didn't break yours! It's not the same!”

“Well, no, but just because you couldn't---”

“Just give me my damn bottom!”, the tiny shouted, interrupting her.

“Oh, sure!”, Linda said, realizing she still had the ripped bottom in her hand. “There you go”

“This isn't over!”, the tiny girl said, snatching her yellow bikini bottom from the giant's fingers. “I'm so getting back at you for this!”

Linda couldn't help but giggle a little, covering her mouth as she watched the tiny Mexican walk away, covering herself all the time. She obviously felt bad about what she had just done, but being the bully she seemed to be, she probably had that coming to herself. Her threat also didn't worry her one bit. What could someone so puny and weak possibly do to her? Well, it turns out, there were a couple of things, but she'd learn the hard way later...