Stephanie was flipping through Instagram. It was almost 2:00 A.M. and she was just sitting inside the boring guard station waiting to press a button to let some guy in and ugh. She leaned back in her creaking metal folding chair and sighed. Technically, she had a test tomorrow morning, but, like, whatever. She could go to the nurse, say she had cramps or something, then use the extra day to go through the giant file cabinet of old tests the sorority house had. Or she could cozy up to the nerdy boy who was always staring right down her shirt in class and ask him nicely for the questions. It sucks having to special order all my bras, but sometimes these babies come in handy, she thought, tugging at her underwire.

The crickets outside droned on and on. I wonder how big they are to those tinies? she thought, gazing over the community of Little Hills. The whole community would have fit, with room to spare, inside Fairview U’s football field. But it wasn’t much taller than her fuzzy Ugg boots. Stephanie stuck her head outside the grubby little window and sighed. The town was honestly sort of pretty - like a little field of lights, with winding roads connecting them like vines. She absent-mindedly snapped a picture for Instagram. 

She zoomed in with her phone camera. All the houses were so boring, and exactly the same. Her sorority sister Tiffany called them “Mick Mansions”, whatever that meant. Booooring. I hate it here. She looked over the area until she noticed that in the corner of the community was some kind of... small hill? Probably super huge to the tinies that lived there, and it looked totally empty. It looked like a much nicer place to wait around than this dusty guard house.

Stephanie closed the dinky metal door of the guard house and peeked around it. No one was coming or going. She didn’t see any little hot-wheel cars buzzing around the puny roads. Awesome! She thought. Time for a break! I mean, obviously nobody’s coming, so why not get some fresh air? I could even look at this thing they told me to read. Picking up her introductory pamphlet and community information binder, she started walking towards Little Hill’s namesake. 

A flicker of annoyance crossed her face as she walked past her car. There wasn’t even a real parking lot for big people. There was just the guard house, and the normal road ending abruptly, and she had to park right next to it, which was so dumb. She kept walking, never noticing the 4-inch stone fence that her tires had crushed.

Stephanie tiptoed through the tiny streets, taking special care not to step on any of the toy-like cars. She couldn't see anyone outside, and nobody seemed to notice that a towering college girl was casually walking through the neighborhood. She might have had a tiny little accident where she trampled a few trees under her heel, and she might have accidentally kicked over a fire hydrant, but she tried to be mostly harmless to the little people. I’m like their goddess or something. Cool. She took a quick selfie of herself sticking her tongue out with the houses in the background, flashing several dozen houses with her camera light. #BigHeartsForTinyPeople, she captioned it. This is gonna be perfect for my semester abroad application. Almost instantly, Brittany’s comment popped up - “more like #bigB00BSfortinypeople bish that tank looks amaaaaazing”. She giggled to herself and kept walking. This wasn’t going to be anywhere near as popular as Brittany’s Easter bunny costume post, with the tiny guys holding up the eggs, but she could definitely get at least 300 likes, right?

Meanwhile, Jim was sweating off his fourth round of beers with a caffeine-fueled nighttime jog through the park. It was his favorite way to work off the stress of the week. “It’s the eye of the tiger… just can’t go wrong...” He sang along to the music blasting in his ear between breaths. He was on his last loop of the hill’s bottom trail and was preparing to head home for the night when he saw her. 

“What the-?”

Suddenly, several blocks away, there was the towering figure of a giantess. The lights from the street barely lit up her shoes, and all he saw was a huge, shadowy, feminine colossus towering into the sky. He could hardly see her face lit up by her phone. And she was walking right towards him.

“Huh… must be the new guard they were talking about at the HOA meeting? Geez, I always forget how big they are.” He couldn’t look away from her massive figure. Her boots alone dwarfed his house, hell, probably his front yard too. You could have two lanes of traffic going up and down one strap alone. Her legs were like soft towers stretching into the sky. He took out his earbuds and finally heard her massive, booming voice. Every step of hers vibrated the ground like a small earthquake. Her approaching form filled half the sky. As she got closer and closer, he lost sight of her face behind her massive breasts that wobbled with each step. Her breasts alone looked bigger than his entire block.

“Shit, she’s huge. What’s she doing here anyway?” He thought of getting her attention, but knew it would be impossible. Too bad. if she was a little smaller, she was the kind of girl he’d have liked to get to know.

The goddess spoke. "HAHA. TOTES! CLASSIC BRITTANY." She was so close now he could feel the rumble of her voice. She was so close now he could see the ridges in her toes. She stood straddling two streets, almost directly above him. A part of him felt scared. She clearly didn’t know he was there, and wasn’t paying attention. Was this really the guard? Or was she just some college chick who was so air-headed she managed to wander right into the gated community? It wouldn’t have been the first time. Either way, Jim realized suddenly that he needed to get out of her way, fast. But he was exhausted from his run, and his calves were cramping, and all the blood was going to his groin anyway. In a word, he couldn’t move.

Stephanie finally reached the little hill. “THIS LOOKS HELLA COMFORTABLE,” she said. “IT'S LIKE IT WAS MADE FOR BIG GIRLS TO SIT ON!” She slipped her phone back into her bra and plopped herself right onto the hill. Jim had no time to register what was happening as the colossal girl turned around and fell directly on top of him. His view of the houses was suddenly replaced by the biggest and firmest ass and legs he had ever seen, and just as suddenly, he was completely flattened into the ground by her all-encompassing flesh. He didn’t have time to scream before being silenced under the metric tons of booty that was his clueless goddess’s bottom.

“Ugh, bumpy,” Steph groaned. The hill had pointy little bushes and cement walkways and stuff. Not the smoothest place to sit down. “Can’t they make room for girls like me?” She lifted herself up and plopped down again more forcefully, to try and smooth out the slope of the hill. She wiggled her hips back and forth for emphasis. “There, that’s better! Still a little rough but I guess you can’t expect too much from these tinies.” She yawned and laid back on the hill, with her head on the top and her body stretching across the whole hill. I haven’t even seen any of the tinies yet. What was I supposed to do here anyway? The gears in her head turned. Oh, wait! The binder!

“Blah, blah, blah, welcome to Little Chills, whatever...” She flipped through the first few pages of the binder without reading more than a word or two on each page. Ugh. This is boring. I can barely read this anyway. She pulled her phone back out of her bra, spread the binder out with one hand and flipped on the flashlight. “Don’t litter, don’t let random cars in, yeah, got it, thanks Mom.”

Her iPhone dinged and flashed a notification. Josh liked your photo! Steph’s eyes lit up as she squealed and held the phone close to her chest. “Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god!! Josh liked my photo! Did anyone else on the football team see it?? Oh my god, I have to look.” Stephanie tossed the binder somewhere into the darkness and started scrolling through her Instagram notifications, rolling onto her stomach and wriggling around to get comfortable. If any of the rest of the team had liked it, that would be awesome, and she hoped they left comments about how totally helpful and pretty on the inside she was, and she was going to ignore any guy who said anything about how good her tits looked, unless it was Josh, or maybe Mitchell. Ugh, Brandon liked Brittany’s comment. Gross. That pig.

Meanwhile, Louise was sweating off the final day of her week-long juice cleanse with a brisk walk through the park. It was a pretty decent way to work off the stress of dealing with Percy’s rants about residents with unapproved house paint and vegetation colors.  “Stay in school cause it's the best… suckin’ on my titties like you wanting me…” she mumbled along to the music blasting in her ears between breaths. She had just finished her loop of the hill’s top trail and started heading home for the night. That was when she saw them. Two very, very big, round things. Two enormous masses that she found impossible to ignore. An ad for massive breast implants popped up on the side of her HuffPo article, and she tapped it without thinking about it. “Christ, look at these results,” she muttered. “Even Percy’s wife wouldn’t stack up to those…” She scrolled through the before-and-after gallery, ashamed but intrigued. Why do I even wear a sports bra? It’s basically nipples on ribs down here. Sighing, she Googled “tiny plastic surgeons”. Maybe if I cut back on food delivery, I could afford it? She pulled out her earbuds so she could hear herself think. 

Then she heard it.

“OH MY GOD, I HAVE TO LOOK!”

What in hell was - Louise was startled by an immense, booming voice, which...sounded very familiar. She looked up, but all she could see was a huge, pink tube top filling her entire field of vision. “Stephanie?!” she screamed. But there was no way her miniscule voice could ever reach Stephanie’s ears. Louise was only slightly larger than the stitching in the mile-long fabric holding up the girl’s breasts. Louise was practically invisible next to just one of the girl's reality-defying tits as it descended on her. Thinking quickly, she fell to the ground and spread her arms and legs to distribute the force, just before the colossal breast enveloped her. In the split second before she was flattened into the hillside, she thought that this bimbo had enough boob fat for every tiny woman in Little Hills and then some. Life is just completely unfair. 

Her entire body was squeezed by immense pressure on all sides. She could barely breathe through the thin fabric separating her from Stephanie’s skin. Thankfully, she knew from all-too-frequent experience that this wouldn’t kill her, but she might need to endure the pressure for a very, very long time. Louise wondered how long this giant-sized bimbo would be trampling the trails that Little Hills worked so hard to maintain. Or maybe now we should call it “Big Hills”. She let out a muffled laugh against the queen-sized breast she was flattened by. At least I have lots of time to think about how big I want my breast implants.

Stephanie spent forty minutes scrolling Instagram, reading every notification, liking her friends’ posts, and swiping through everything on Josh’s profile before remembering that she was supposed to be working. “Oh, oops!” she gasped, and jumped to her feet, smashing what was left of the park. I gotta get back to the guard station thing before anyone notices! Ew, my clothes are all dirty. She quickly brushed her clothes off, scattering the stuck dirt, remnants of trees, benches, not to mention Louise and Jim’s battered bodies, all to the ground, and rushed back to the guard station. And to her credit, she only crushed two cars and a food truck along the way.