arab giantess by MahierThe group of 20 were representatives of America for the World Cheer

arab giantess by Mahier

The group of 20 were representatives of America for the World Cheerleading meet currently being held in the United Arab Emirates. Coming from one of the richest private schools in the United States, they should have been grateful for the opportunity, instead, they only saw the host country for its faults.

After their bus broke down, 10 of the girls decided to do some exploring, eventually making their way to a small shop down an alley.

As they browsed the store, the girls pointed out and laughed at the things which were different from what they were used to. They laughed at the clothing most of the women wore and talked about dirty most of the people were.

Sitting behind the counter, the female shop-keeper waited patiently until one of the girl’s picked up an old lamp.

“What the fuck is this?” The high schooler asked in disgust. This got the shop keeper’s attention.

Trying to stop the girls, the shopkeeper rose from her seat.

“No! Stop. Very bad luck!” Her words were useless, however, as one of the girls clumsily dropped the lamp, shattering it and covering themselves in an odd dust.

“What the hell?” One of the cheerleaders spoke as the world around her began to grow.

The shop-keeper watched, powerless, as the girls shrunk before her eyes.

Quickly rushing over to where the group once stood, the woman looked down, her eyes peeking from behind her burka. At first, her heart shook with fear as she observed the tiny bodies of the girls scurrying on the floor. Then she remembered the girls’ rudeness and a smile grew behind her veil.

Removing her right foot from her sandal, she lifted it above the pathetically small group who watched in horror as the brown sole descended upon them.
Dropping her foot down on the tiny Americans, the shop-keepers smiled in glee as her hot sole covered the people which she now considered pests.

“You come to my country, mock my culture, and break my items. I think it’s time for you Americans to learn some respect!” Lifting her foot, she smiled as the girls were now stuck to her skin, trapped on her sole and between her toes. A few red splotches also existed on her skin.

Laughing with glee, the woman watched as the girls struggled in her foot sweat and grime, her foot smell overpowering the tiny females. Curling her toes, she watched as even more girls were crushed by her dusty skin.

The remaining Cheerleaders knew their time was coming….