For a few minutes, the two giant women work at giving themselves some privacy. At a normal size, they would have only had to shut the blinds and lock the doors. With all the attention they've received, though, they need to do a little bit more. So they start blocking the roadways leading to Amber's house, using houses, trees, or whatever else they can pick up. Soon, every path to Amber's house has a massive fifty-foot pile of forest and shattered houses in the way. The women figure this will give them some time before the police, or the army, comes calling.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE DIDN'T RUIN MY HOUSE," says Amber in amazement. She's right to be surprised: the two giantesses in their embrace have destroyed most of the other homes on the block. But the road is proving too hard on them, so Mary Lynn pulls out the gun and shrinks them both back down to normal size. They then walk back into Amber's house in their underwear as if nothing at all is unusual.
They go straight to the master bedroom and the queen-sized bed. Amber lays down on her back, and Mary Lynn straddles her. They gaze deeply into each other's eyes and smile, and then Mary Lynn takes off her bra, tosses it aside, and embraces her new lover. The two women start kissing and licking each other all over.
So apparently Mary Lynn has forgotten about you, but that casual toss of her bra is one of the scariest moments of your life. You're sure it's the end, but the soft bra lands against the shag carpeting, slides a bit, and stops relatively harmlessly. You're still knocked dazed for a couple of moments, but you know this may be your only chance to escape. So you force yourself to stand up.
You look back up to the bed. Mary Lynn has finished kissing and licking Amber's round, perky breasts, and she's moved down to kissing her stomach. Under any other circumstances this would be exciting, but you want to get the hell away from Amber and Mary Lynn as fast as possible, so you start running towards the door of the bedroom and, hopefully, freedom. You're not exactly sure what you're going to do when you get outside, but you'll think of something. Maybe.
As you leave, you hear Mary Lynn's voice behind you. "OH LOOK, AMBER. YOUR HUSBAND." You feel vaguely badly about leaving Clyde with those two, but at this point it's every man for himself. He's about to have the ride of his life.