They are all ants
Revenge of the Geek Gal
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
deadlysin811
"Such a waste." Edna couldn't help but think, feeling slight pity for her friend which she had just sentenced to live amongst the rest of the ants. Although that slight feeling of betrayal, a knife in her back as it were for her. For Ruthie to actually stand up and protect Trish from her, it was painful. For a moment making her consider her ways. Perhaps a large contributing factor of why she didn't just stomp both of them flat being that she saw some of Heather forming in her, how small she used to make Edna feel. Literally displayed with the difference between her and the other two at current. Though with them now normal sized, as insignificant to her as the rest of the world, it didn't seem to matter. These thoughts, merely in the back of her mind, an after thought as she turned to look at the city. The very same city which Trish was wanting to trash earlier after she allowed her to deal with Heather. Soon enough, that dark grin would return to her face as she turned on her heels and began to make her way for it.
For Trish and Ruthie on the ground however, this action, mixed with her first step was truly devastating for the both of them. They having barely enough time to even look to adjust to their new puny size. The mere action of Edna turning her body around was enough to generate a gust which swept them up. It unimaginable that a being this vast existed and could still move like she did. This would only get worse as she would take her first step. The two being pulled in to her as she turned, both screaming and clawing at the air. Doing all that they could to grab on to something, if anything. The wind from her step would only redirect their momentum skyward, throwing them untold heights into the sky. Only to, and much to their dismay, land on something black, the ground very weird to them as they held on for dear life to it. "BOOM" Would be all it took for Trish to whip her head around, and see something which made her lose all the color in her face. Looking down, well over a thousand feet below, were the long expanse of Edna's bare legs, leading into those feet in her flip flops. The right of which was currently crushing a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The dust and debri not even kicking up past the immeasurable wall of black which of the sole of her flip flop. Thin and worn by her standard, a towering monolith to the rest of the ants. The slap of her feet onto that sole, much like a thunderclap which shook everything within the area.
"N-no way!" Trish would shout, her grip tightening on this material which she now knew to be Edna's shorts. The two of them having landed near the waistband, and sure enough, as she looked up, she could see the bottom of her shirt passing over said waistband, it a few sizes too big for Edna after all. Looking to her left she was quite relieved to see that Ruthie had also made it, and not too far apart. It a miracle they managed to stay together as they did. "BOOM" Trish wouldn't even bother looking down this time, knowing full well what was happening, the only thing she would do was look back, and see that the city was far closer than it had been moments ago. "She's going for it." Trish would mutter to herself, slightly annoyed to not be doing this herself. Kicking herself for not smashing this geek to paste earlier. Still, she would look to Ruthie, who looked absolutely terrified, with a motion of her head, she would wordlessly tell Ruthie to climb. She even taking the fist few steps toward this, using her small size to her advantage, able to use the threads as footholds to climb. The two of them able to make it to the waistband, going under the shirt to do so, just as Edna would make it to the edge of the city. The two of them able to sit for the moment, side by side on the waistband of Edna's shorts, nailing into their minds just how insignificant, not only they, but the entire world was to Edna.
Unlike the rest of the world, they were the safest of the safe it seemed. The rest of the world was literally at the feet of this geek girl turned psycho from years of abuse. Meanwhile they were at least safe from mercilessly being stomped, although this didn't mean they didn't have their dangers where they were at. Behind them, a gap which wouldn't be noticeable to the wearer of these shorts, from where the waistband didn't perfectly meet with her hips. It created a chasm of which they could fall in, down either into the panties of this girl, or worse, down out of her pant legs of these shorts. Of course, a bad enough stomp could send them forward and down the way they came to fall to their death all the same. These thoughts, mixed with the fact that they could comfortably actually sit where they were and have room, hell maybe even throw a picnic, it infuriated Trish to no end. "I'm going to kill her!" She would shout, seething mad as she sat next to Ruthie. Holding her head in her hands, pissed about being normal again and turned on by this geek girl.
Ruthie however, caught in the middle, couldn't help but stay quiet. On one hand, there was Trish who in this short time had done so much for her, showed that she cared at least for somebody. Part of herself unsure just how she felt about her, whether the feelings were mutual of not. Still she cared enough to not want Trish to end up dead, after all she was now a friend, if not more to her. On the other hand however, there was Edna, her long time friend and someone she has felt sorry for all her life.The subject of being picked on, tortured by the popular scene, and for what, because she was smarter than them? Heather the main problem with this, and she was dead and now Edna was an unstoppable goddess on a rampage, pushed over the edge by the deceased. "We have to do something, we got to talk some sense into her." Ruthie would suggest, wanting to find that middle ground, but all it did was make Trish laugh. "You know she's not going to listen, hell I'm surprised I'm still alive. We need to get to that device, that's the only way to stop her." Trish would offer, though her plans were far more sinister than she led on, wanting to grow even bigger than Edna and crush that bitch flat. Still, Ruthie could only nod, weighing their options for the time being until it was time to move.
Edna, now on the outskirts of the city, her flip flops at the edge of the city, could only look down, a grin plastered across her face. Hands on her hips and casting her terrifying shadow across the land. She couldn't help but chuckle evilly as she looked down upon them as they were. Insignificant, inferior and a waste, mere playthings for her."As one of you ants said once before, You are fucked" Edna would quote Trish, still unaware of her current passengers on her shorts, inside her shirt and having a full view of her stomach and underside of her breasts. All she cares about now was in front of her. Device in hand, she pondered what she wanted to do. She could become even bigger and simply stomp this city out in one go, or she could take her time and methodically torment this city one stomp at a time. Either was rather tempting for her.
For Trish and Ruthie on the ground however, this action, mixed with her first step was truly devastating for the both of them. They having barely enough time to even look to adjust to their new puny size. The mere action of Edna turning her body around was enough to generate a gust which swept them up. It unimaginable that a being this vast existed and could still move like she did. This would only get worse as she would take her first step. The two being pulled in to her as she turned, both screaming and clawing at the air. Doing all that they could to grab on to something, if anything. The wind from her step would only redirect their momentum skyward, throwing them untold heights into the sky. Only to, and much to their dismay, land on something black, the ground very weird to them as they held on for dear life to it. "BOOM" Would be all it took for Trish to whip her head around, and see something which made her lose all the color in her face. Looking down, well over a thousand feet below, were the long expanse of Edna's bare legs, leading into those feet in her flip flops. The right of which was currently crushing a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. The dust and debri not even kicking up past the immeasurable wall of black which of the sole of her flip flop. Thin and worn by her standard, a towering monolith to the rest of the ants. The slap of her feet onto that sole, much like a thunderclap which shook everything within the area.
"N-no way!" Trish would shout, her grip tightening on this material which she now knew to be Edna's shorts. The two of them having landed near the waistband, and sure enough, as she looked up, she could see the bottom of her shirt passing over said waistband, it a few sizes too big for Edna after all. Looking to her left she was quite relieved to see that Ruthie had also made it, and not too far apart. It a miracle they managed to stay together as they did. "BOOM" Trish wouldn't even bother looking down this time, knowing full well what was happening, the only thing she would do was look back, and see that the city was far closer than it had been moments ago. "She's going for it." Trish would mutter to herself, slightly annoyed to not be doing this herself. Kicking herself for not smashing this geek to paste earlier. Still, she would look to Ruthie, who looked absolutely terrified, with a motion of her head, she would wordlessly tell Ruthie to climb. She even taking the fist few steps toward this, using her small size to her advantage, able to use the threads as footholds to climb. The two of them able to make it to the waistband, going under the shirt to do so, just as Edna would make it to the edge of the city. The two of them able to sit for the moment, side by side on the waistband of Edna's shorts, nailing into their minds just how insignificant, not only they, but the entire world was to Edna.
Unlike the rest of the world, they were the safest of the safe it seemed. The rest of the world was literally at the feet of this geek girl turned psycho from years of abuse. Meanwhile they were at least safe from mercilessly being stomped, although this didn't mean they didn't have their dangers where they were at. Behind them, a gap which wouldn't be noticeable to the wearer of these shorts, from where the waistband didn't perfectly meet with her hips. It created a chasm of which they could fall in, down either into the panties of this girl, or worse, down out of her pant legs of these shorts. Of course, a bad enough stomp could send them forward and down the way they came to fall to their death all the same. These thoughts, mixed with the fact that they could comfortably actually sit where they were and have room, hell maybe even throw a picnic, it infuriated Trish to no end. "I'm going to kill her!" She would shout, seething mad as she sat next to Ruthie. Holding her head in her hands, pissed about being normal again and turned on by this geek girl.
Ruthie however, caught in the middle, couldn't help but stay quiet. On one hand, there was Trish who in this short time had done so much for her, showed that she cared at least for somebody. Part of herself unsure just how she felt about her, whether the feelings were mutual of not. Still she cared enough to not want Trish to end up dead, after all she was now a friend, if not more to her. On the other hand however, there was Edna, her long time friend and someone she has felt sorry for all her life.The subject of being picked on, tortured by the popular scene, and for what, because she was smarter than them? Heather the main problem with this, and she was dead and now Edna was an unstoppable goddess on a rampage, pushed over the edge by the deceased. "We have to do something, we got to talk some sense into her." Ruthie would suggest, wanting to find that middle ground, but all it did was make Trish laugh. "You know she's not going to listen, hell I'm surprised I'm still alive. We need to get to that device, that's the only way to stop her." Trish would offer, though her plans were far more sinister than she led on, wanting to grow even bigger than Edna and crush that bitch flat. Still, Ruthie could only nod, weighing their options for the time being until it was time to move.
Edna, now on the outskirts of the city, her flip flops at the edge of the city, could only look down, a grin plastered across her face. Hands on her hips and casting her terrifying shadow across the land. She couldn't help but chuckle evilly as she looked down upon them as they were. Insignificant, inferior and a waste, mere playthings for her."As one of you ants said once before, You are fucked" Edna would quote Trish, still unaware of her current passengers on her shorts, inside her shirt and having a full view of her stomach and underside of her breasts. All she cares about now was in front of her. Device in hand, she pondered what she wanted to do. She could become even bigger and simply stomp this city out in one go, or she could take her time and methodically torment this city one stomp at a time. Either was rather tempting for her.
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