You walked up to the two story house and knocked on the door. Tonight you and your old classmates were having one last party at Hannah's house. Everyone graduated from high school about two months ago, but it felt like forever, and now most of you were about to head to college. Hannahs parents just went on vacation, so she got a hold of everyone she could as quickly as she could in order to have one last party.

         The door opened as soon as you knocked, "Hey there Mark, I was wondering when you would show up," Hannah said as she brushed her red hair to the side and greeted you with a large smile on her face before letting you in and closing the door behind you. You could see that Hannah was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a small pink tank top, but her voluptuous breasts were making it look more like a bra. You quickly looked away from her, not wanting to stare. "Is something wrong?" Hannah asked, stairing at you curiously with her large blue eyes as if completely clueless as to how she looked.

"Uh, no it's... nothing," you said. Hannah was probably the nicest person you new, most of the people that were at the party were only there because Hannah invited them herself. If someone needed something she would help them with out question, although she would often forget about what she was supposed to be doing if she got off track.

"Well then go say hi to everyone," Hannah said as she walked away. You said hi to people as you made your way to the living room. You knew almost everyone that was here, it looked like some people brought their friends from other classes or schools along.

         You were chatting with some of your old friends in the living room when you heard a girls voice ask "Mark, is that you?" You turned around to see Cindy's face, a foot above everyone else's. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her green eyes were happily looking down on you.

"Hey there Cindy," you said as the seven foot blonde made her way over to you. She was wearing a blue shirt and a pair of skin tight white booty shorts. Her f cup breasts bounced a bit with each step she took, but as large and beautiful as her breasts were, they were nothing compared to her ass. The behemoth booty knocked a few people over as she tried to squeeze by and get to you. If anyone saw her from far away they would think she was a normal girl, her body was a stunning hourglass figure despite her height. Her stature made her breasts look like c's but her ass still managed to look large on her.

"So, Mark how have you been doing?" Cindy asked as she finally managed to get over to you. Cindy has been your friend throughout all of high school. Her extremely abnormal height made many of the other students treat her differently, but you always treated her just like anybody else and she seemed to like you because of that. The two of you must have talked for at least half an hour about your last two weeks and what college the two of you were going to.

"Mark, there is something I wanted to ask you," Cindy said nervously.

"What is it?"

"Well we've known each other for year's now and I was wondering if maybe you would like to-"

"Hey it's my least favorite chica, it's been a while, how's the weather up there mega tits," a familiar rude voice interrupted.

"Go bother someone else Monica," you said turning around to look at the spoiled bitch. Monica was standing next to you but facing Cindy, unintentionaly giving you a decent view of her stunning body. Her brown eyes were focused on Cindy, her long raven black hair came down to her shoulders. She was wearing a purple shirt giving a side view of her huge tits and a white skirt that barely managed to cover her large round ass. She was a spoiled brat and the captain of the cheerleading team. She always expected things to go her way and she made it very clear that she considered everyone else to be lesser than her. She was the main reason people treated Cindy so poorly, she hated Cindy and anyone who was nice to her brought the full rath of Monica against them. You never really cared about what Monica would do to you, what she was putting Cindy through was just wrong.

"Looks like your boyfriend is more interested in my body than yours," Monica said teasingly as she caught you staring at her.

"I'm just memorizing what a spoiled bitch looks like," you responded, you could here Cindy laughing at your insult.

"What did you just call me, Cabrón? You know of all the people I know you have got to be the most-"

"Go away," Cindy said coldly, now standing in front of and looking down at Monica.

"Who do you... I can't believe... I... I have better people to talk to anyways, later chica gigante" Monica said before walking out of the room.

"I have no idea what Cabrón means but I'm still pretty sure she's faking that accent," you said watching her as she walked away. "Well I need a drink, do you want anything?" You asked, turning to look at Cindy who was staring at the wall, she was thinking about something, but you weren't sure what it was. "Cindy, are you there?"

"What, oh, sorry what were you asking?" She asked snapping out of it.

"I asked if you wanted a drink."

"No I'm fine, I'm pretty sure the guys were trying to get as much alcohol into a drink as humanly possible."

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to deal with Monica again, so that doesn't sound half bad," you said turning around and setting off to the kitchen. There was a punch bowel sitting in the middle of the table, filled with a brown liquid. You took one of the small plastic cups filled it up and chugged it down. The drink was so strong you struggled to keep yourself from coughing, but you managed to drink it all. Then for some reason you decided it was a good idea to take another.

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         This is everything that you will be able to remember from last night, but where do you wake up?