The stars twinkled brilliantly under a clear sky that was devoid of the bright lights of a big city. They numbered in countless amounts as they sprinkled across a velvet canvas. The moon was full and smiled down on the dusty landscape.

  Laura admired the whole of it's beauty with a joy she hadn't felt for years. Her feet were tickled by the cool sand as she took great strides back to town. Greg was still wrapped up in his chair as she held it in her giant hand; three of it's legs were broken and the stuffing had come loose from the thin padding. She breathed in the sweet night air as she saw the small buildings of the town's fringes and picked up her pace.

  Her town.

  Paradise was serene. It was fairly late; Laura had taken her time walking back to town and it's denizens usually turned in fairly early anyway. She was glad to see that they had chosen to go quietly into that good night.

  She picked her way through the thin streets; like her outfit, they had shrunken considerably since her last little growth spurt and she found it was akin to walking a wide balance beam. She heard Greg moan, but he quickly lapsed back into unconsciousness. Laura smiled at him as she left the heart of the town and traveled along deserted roads to the remnants of her old house. She accidentally knocked over a lamp post with her shin; it snapped apart easily and crashed down to the ground with a solid thump.

  Before long she saw what she wanted to see. Her home was as she left it, broken and deserted. A short ways up the street a road block had been constructed; built out of cars that she had crushed, stacked high to keep others out and her prisoners in.

  The large pile of hay that she had kept for so long was blowing freely about her yard. She picked up huge handfuls of the blonde straw and began to toss it about the dried grass of her lawn. Laura gave out one loud yawn and knelt down on the soft blanket she had created. She took the clothesline from off of the tree it was wrapped around and snapped it into two long pieces. She used one to tie the back of Greg's chair to the sturdy guard rail on her porch steps. The other she knotted into her shrunken garments, giving them more string to help cover her body.

  It had been a long day and she was ready for a good night's rest. She lifted a long arm and set it beneath her head as she settled onto her bed; her soft hair drifting across her skin. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep.

  The evening progressed and clouds began to drift back into the sky. A large cumulus floated by the bright face of the moon and darkness consumed the landscape.

  A lone lantern began to burn somewhere in Paradise. It was soon joined by two others. They slowly began to make their way towards the edge of town, towards the ramp to the interstate and the house of the town janitor.

  Other lights began to appear, joining the steady stream of travelers on their quest. Some held weapons in their free hands. Others had tools. But the majority of them had rope.

  Rope and twine. Lengths of anything they could find laying about their homes. Anything they could use to bind and tie down.

  The crowd moved quietly; nodding to each other in comprehension of their coming task. A task they had to complete before the coming sun.

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  Laura had fleeting dreams of opulent banquets and ballroom dances; all in her honor and for her benefit. Dreams where she was the beloved center of attention and everyone drifted around her, catering to her every whim and heartfelt desire. She felt happy and content. She felt loved.

  She slept comfortably on her bed of straw; unaware of the things going on around her. Laura was quiet, giving only slight moans as she shifted the weight of her giant body atop her bed. Imaginary fairies tickled her skin with strings of gossamer as they floated about; shining brightly on the verges of her subconscious.

  Laura sighed. Cheerful in her slumber that continued unabated.

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  The early sun had crested over the mountains and was shining down upon Laura's bare skin. She basked in it's warmth as she stirred slightly from a restful sleep. After a few moments of budging, she realized she was unable to turn over. Slowly, she opened her tired eyes and tried to look around. To her surprise, she couldn't move her head either.

  "Quiet! She's beginning to wake up!"

  Her eyes shot open and she frantically glanced about. A thin rope was cutting into her forehead as it pressed into the tan skin and pinned it to the ground. Someone was laughing.

  "Heh! We got her! We got that bitch!"

  "Look at her! She can't do a damn thing about it!"

  "Ha! Take that janitor!"

  Laura struggled to look down at her prone body. She could just barely make out her chest as she saw a number of hemp ropes strapped across her front. She felt something thinner, perhaps a length of garden hose, running over the soft skin of her neck. She couldn't see farther down past the mountains of her firm breasts, but she knew that she was securely tied down all the way to her feet. She could barely move her ankles and her legs were pinned together. Her arms were tied next to her sides and the only thing she could do was was wiggle her fingers.

  "LET ME GO RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

  They started laughing again.

  "Fat chance!"

  "You thought you could get away with it!?!"

  Laura knew that last voice. It came from somewhere near her right ear and she turned her head as best as she could to see.

  Greg was standing there. He was favoring one leg and had an arm tied to his stomach in a makeshift sling. In his freehand he held a rake and was waving it menacingly. Next to him were his friends Bill and Charlie; his two beer-drinking and pot-smoking chums that seemed surprisingly sober. Behind them were more of the townsfolk; each of them had a weapon of some sort and were congratulating themselves on a job well done. Laura scowled.

  "YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"

  "Hush up you overgrown wench!" Greg raised his rake threateningly. Laura fought against her bonds; the muscles of her arms and stomach tensed, bulging against the tight ropes but doing little to free her. "You speak only when we let you!"

  "Yeah!"

  "Stupid giantess!"

  "Damn straight!"

  A roar of agreement ran through the small crowd. Laura saw Wilbur and Earl along with Ethel. She heard the Varney brothers somewhere behind her where she couldn't see and she thought she recognized Bonidle Jones' laugh. Greg poked her in the shoulder and laughed again.

  "You're not going anywhere. You're our prisoner now!" The crowd cheered again; Mr. Gradisher began jumping up and down with glee. "And if you think we'll be as 'lenient' with you as you were with us ... well, think again!"

  Laura grimaced in light pain as the dozens of little people surrounding her began to poke the length of her giant body with their sharp weapons. By her left thigh, Harold Bailey was hitting her with the back of his shovel. Her thick leg suffered little punishment but he kept hitting her repeatedly.

  "STOP IT! STOP IT!!!" She rocked her body back and forth; the numerous ropes and lines rubbed across the skin of her legs, stomach, and chest. She heard the stakes they were tied down with creak, but none of them budged from their holes. Laura clenched her fists in frustration.

  "Look at her squirm!"

  "Wreck my new cherry red 4-runner will 'ya!"

  "Poke her again!"

  Laura felt a tear creep into her eye but she she fought it back. Her face was hot from exertion and a light sweat was breaking out over her body. Her tan skin was glistening under the bright sun but no one appreciated it's exquisite beauty.

  Ethel hit her with a frying pan. Her aged and flabby arms jiggled with mirth as she relished attacking her helpless prey.

  "What do you say everyone!?!" Greg turned around and waved his rake in the air as he addressed the crowd. "Should we let her go!?!"

  "No way!"

  "Hell no!"

  "What are you? Crazy?"

  The Varney brothers laughed in unison. Bill and Charlie had positioned themselves by her feet; each one was over eleven feet tall and towered over them both. They poked at the soft pink sole of her left foot and giggled as her toes twitched, joking about the size of them.

  "I'll tell you what we're going to do!" Greg grunted as he tugged on one of Laura's shoulder straps. His weight pulled her makeshift bikini top down and forced the firm mounds outward. They swelled with life and Greg smiled as he fondled the firm and massive balloons. He pulled himself up; an impressive task considering her chest was a good ten feet above the ground and he only had one good arm. Her breasts jiggled slightly as he let go of the cord and climbed between them. She looked down at his puny form as he was dwarfed by her deep cleavage. He sneered and she could still make out his two missing teeth.

  "You tell her Greg!"

  "It's all you buddy!"

  Greg waved to the enraged mob and pointed at her with a little finger. "We're getting back at you for all of the misery you've caused us! For all of the damage you've done!" Ethel whistled. "This is for poor Barry!"

  Greg brought back his leg and kicked Laura as hard as could in her chin. She felt it sting the very tip of it slightly and her forehead crinkled in the light pain. Greg jumped backwards and yelped; a sudden jolt stabbing into his ankle. "OWW! You did that on purpose you bitch!"

  Laura smiled and began to laugh; her giggling sent ripples through her hard body and the tremors sent Greg falling backwards. His fall was broken by the soft mounds behind him, but he immediately shot back up outraged.

  "Shut up! You know what we're going to do with you? Huh?" Greg's wide eyes were joined by a wry smile that suddenly made her feel very uncomfortable. "When we get the phone lines back up, we're going to tell the whole world about you! We'll put you on display and sell tickets to all of the tourists that come from miles around to gawk at the freak!"

  The crowd cheered again, Bonidle Jones started poking her with his baseball bat as he laughed maniacally. Somebody else spat on her.

  "They'll toss scraps of food at you as they point and make jokes. We'll sell t-shirts and coffee mugs with your ugly face on them. We're all going to become filthy rich thanks to you!"

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