Harper

*Your eyes flutter open and closed a couple times, as your conciounce creeps in. You look around. Youre on a large dirt field with strange vegetation around it. Large green sharp plants.

Suddenly you notice four large beasts closing in on you one from each side! They come closer, and Closer. Suddenly a realisation dawns on you: The strange plants are blades of grass and the monsters are praying mantes. You think and come to the conclusion that either a: you are in a region with unusually large flora and fauna, highly unlikely, b: everything else has grown, unlikely too... Or, still unlikely but the most likely of the bunch, you've shrunk! The mantes inch closer and closer, now they have you cornered on all sides. They come closer, and closer, aaannnnddd clossssser, and closer, and closer and closer and you think that this is it! You brace for death until suddenly...

Something shakes the earth, like a mighty earthquake. You turn around and see something. It looks like a giant foot. You look up and see that it belongs to a teenage girl about your age. She has brunette hair that she dyed green and a big, round, fit, thick, athletic well-shaped ass.

She looks around, taking in the views, and, by chance, she looks down. She just so happen to spot you and your misery.

If she hadnt she might have just walked by or even unknowingly stepped on you. She wants to help you out of your misery and adequately punish the buggers for threatening you.

The girl lifts her right foot and places it on the back-half of the mantis closest to her, the one between you and her. She bends down, lifts her foot off the half-crushed mantis, its crushed back keeping it from running off as its stuck, almost glued by ist own guts, to the ground, and picks it up with her left hand. She lifts the mantis up to eye level, then she pulls back the waistband of her jeans, then the waistband of her brown hipster underpants, with her right hand.

Then the girl puts her left hand, the one with the mantis, behind her back and drops the mantis inside, before letting the waistbands of her pants and underpants snap back into place, sealing tight against her skin. Then she lets out a fart, as strong as both bombs dropped on Japan, onto the helpless bug. Gladly the fart is concealed fully by the elastic bands and fabric of her panty and her jeans, so that neither I nor her have to smell it. The girl puts her hands onto her hips and bends down. Slowly a smirk forms on her lips as she says:* "Who wants to play next?"