Hearing Lily say your friend's name, your heart skips a beat. If anyone could figure out how your 250-foot-tall high school bully got so big — and, worse, how she might follow through on her plan to grow her friends and fellow bullies, Emily and Valentina, to similar heights — it'd be Zuemy, the smartest girl you've ever met.

"She's short," Lily continues. "Super short. Brown skin, long black hair. Probably wearing a crop top and booty shorts. Total brainiac. And she lives around here. Find her and bring her to Storm Valley Stadium, ASAP." Looking up at all the news helicopters recording her, she narrows her eyes. "And if you can't find her by tonight, there's gonna be... consequences."

Checking your Twitter feed again, you swallow hard. Already, the news about Zuemy is spreading like wildfire, with users across the globe trying desperately to find her — or hide her — from Lily. The California contingent of the conversation is particularly active, with many users already announcing their intentions to head for your hometown right away to assist in the search.

"That's all for now," says Lily, getting off the destroyed bleachers, stretching, then turning her butt toward the helicopters. "Goddess Lily, out."

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As Lily farts again, the resulting shockwave is more than enough to send all of the helicopters reeling. Most crash immediately, while a few manage to make it away from the stadium, though not without a significant degree of damage. When the air clears, the giant girl is alone, smugly surveying the destruction all around her.

"Not bad for day one, huh?" she says, slapping her ass and jolting you out of another gas-induced haze. "How you doing back there, fart breath?"

"What?" After going unacknowledged by your captor for so long, you're genuinely surprised to hear her addressing you. "I... good! Th-thanks, L-Lily."

"Ahem," she says, tone of lunch-money-shakedown amusement back in her voice.

"I-I mean, Goddess Lily."

"That's better," she says, reaching behind her, peeling you out of her butt, and bringing you up to her face for a quick examination. "Honestly, I kinda figured you'd be dead by now. So... nice work. I guess."

"Thanks," you reply, unsure whether to be offended.

Only now, finally freed from the dark confines of your giant bully's ass, do you finally get to take in the extent of the devastation she's wrought. Downtown Storm Valley looks like an atomic warzone. The streets are littered with crushed vehicles and tiny, similarly-crushed pedestrians, and just about every building in sight is in ruins. The only structure still standing is Storm Valley Stadium, which Lily seems to have chosen as her de-facto palace.

"I think you can lose those clothes, though," says Lily, eyeing your t-shirt and sweatpants—now little more than sweat-soaked rags after a solid hour in her ass.

Hearing this, you blush. "Oh, that's fine, I-"

"I wasn't asking," she says, already stripping the fabric off your tiny form. "Anyway, I think that's enough fresh air for you; I don't want you to lose your tolerance. Let's get you home."

"H-home?" you say, confused.

"Up my ass," says Lily. "Duh."

"O-oh, right. Of course," you stutter, gulping.

"Good boy," she says, opening her buttcrack up again and lowering you inside.

As her cheeks close around you, trapping your naked body in their dark, sticky warmth, you can't help feeling a strange sense of relief. Maybe it's just Lily's farts talking, or maybe it's just some fairly logical awareness that being stuck up her ass is a lot better than being just another worthless ant on the ground. Still, in here, you know what to expect—a never-ending barrage of farts, sure, but also protection. Safety.

"Well," says Lily, interrupting your thoughts. "Look what we have here."

On the other side of the stadium, a large crowd of several hundred people have started shuffling onto the field—most of them seemingly young men around your age. Curiously, many appear to have dyed their hair the same bright purple as Lily's—and some have even given themselves cuts across their noses to match hers. Stopping a few yards away from the giant girl's feet, a thin man in a purple robe steps forward, goes to one knee, and bows with genuine reverence.

"Goddess," he says, without a trace of irony.

"Yo," says Lily, smirking. "What's up?"

"The girl you requested, Goddess," he says, standing and gesturing behind him. "We've brought her."

Two other purple-haired men step forward, carrying a short, curvy, visibly unhappy black girl between them.

"Let me go, you freaks!" shouts Zuemy, struggling against Lily's followers. "Do you guys even realize who you're dealing with? That's Toxic Lily!"

"Goddess Lily," corrects their leader, sternly.

"Good work," says Lily, giving the whole group a shooing gesture with her hand. "Now, scram."

Bowing again, the leader steps back and beckons the rest of the followers toward the nearest exit—leaving the two former classmates alone.

Back in school, Lily always towered over Zuemy. Now, though, the disparity in size between them is on a completely different level. Looking up at the towering teen, Zuemy can't help swallowing hard.

"Hey, shortstack," says Lily, leaning down and scooping your tiny genius classmate into her hand. "Long time no see. Sounds like you remember me?"

"Of course I do," scoffs Zuemy. "Like I'd forget the biggest bully in school."

"Easy now," says Lily, giving your classmate a little squeeze—not too hard, but enough to make her wince. "I'm not your bully anymore. I just want to talk."

Zuemy scowls, still wincing. "Talk? You and me? About what?"

Lily grins. "I want to know how I got this big. Think you can figure it out?"

"Why would I ever do that?"

"Because if you don't," says Lily, expression darkening, "you're gonna be on foot rub duty for the rest of your smelly, short life."

Looking down at the pile of already-spent worshipers beside Lily's feet, Zuemy shudders. While you know she'd never willingly join Lily, it doesn't seem like she has any other option if she wants to get out of this alive.

"Okay," she says, finally, eyeing her former bully with distrust. "Then let's say I could."

"And if you can figure it out, could you figure out a way to grow a couple more people for me?"

"Maybe. Who?"

"Emily and Valentina, from school. I wanna get them in on this, too."

"Oh, them," says Zuemy, clearly disgusted. "I should have guessed. What's in it for me?"

"Besides me letting you live?" Again, Lily grins. "I'm open to ideas. Do we have a deal?"