(set: $GreenBand to 'true')(set: $BronzeBand to 'false')(set:$Agatha_normal to 1)(set: $prybar to 0)(set: $stringA to 0)(set: $key to 'false')(set: $RedBand to 'false')(set: $WithAgatha to 'false')(set: $MargoFriend to 'false')(set: $EastHallVent to 'false')(set: $Flashlight to 'false')(set: $PantyBandit to 'false')
###(text-style:"underline")[''MINIMIZED AT MEADOWS MANSION v0.2 Alpha'']
Welcome to the Giantess Interactive Novella, Meadows Mansion. Within this story, it is my hope that all readers find something they enjoy. It is my goal to make an interactive story with minimal "do overs" where the choices of the reader matter.
Throughout the story, you will notice a variety of texts with varying colors of intractability.
LEGEND:
(text-colour:blue)[Blue for Standard Choices]
(text-colour:magenta)[Magenta for Fetish Interactions]
(text-colour:yellow)[Yellow for Keys or Important Items]
(text-colour:#4d300f)[Brown for Optional Scat Content]
(text-colour:green)[Green for Lore (Minimal At the Moment)]
(text-colour:purple)[Puprle for Chance Based Events]
Additionally, the game hosts an alignment system. The player can persue both (text-colour:orange)[Chaotic] and (text-colour:cyan)[Graceful ]behaviours that can alter their options and choices as the story progresses. The higher a stat the more options they will have in either catagory.
(text-colour:cyan)[Grace]: Gentle / Polite options. Characters will behave more friendly to the player. Further options for romance, support, and aware intimacy.
(text-colour:orange)[Chaos]: Dominant / Mischevious options. Characters will view the player as devious and untrustworthy. Further options for lewd exploration, risky scenarios and unaware traversal.
There are many passages with multiple outcomes. There are also passages that have timed events, wherein options may appear if the player waits for an outcome. Experiment with different choices to reach differing fetish-based outcomes. Thank you and enjoy!
18+ WARNING:
The following content is not suitable for minors. By continuing, you acknowledge that you are 18 years old or older. All characters involved within the story are 18+.
This is a work of fiction and none of the activities described or depicted are endorsed by the author.
CONTENT WARNING:
Some notable fetishes within the following story include VORE, INSERTION, GIANTESS, GAS, SCAT (optional). If you do not enjoy or are comfortable with any of these, please do not continue.
Please understand that the events in this story are not the views of the author and represent opinions and behaviors that should be avoided in most contexts.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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(button:)[[Introduction]]
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(button:)[[Checkpoints]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Meadows Mansion Entrance]''//
The world around you begins to shift. For first timers, passing out was a common occurrence, yet your tolerance allowed you to stay conscious through the process. The sudden headrush comes to a standstill, as you find yourself reduced down to just 2 inches...at the bottom of a series of a dozen steps to the doorway.
You curse and begin to think of alternative ideas of getting up there until you notice a small series of rope ladders, scaled for tinies, off to the side of the stairs. Had Meadows Mansion hosted individuals from the BAMS sector before?
You shrug, climbing up the ladder and towards the entrance.
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Standing beside the mahogany doors is an alternative women in her late twenties. Absently, she taps away at her phone. One half of her head is shaven whilst the other half sports straight short navy-blue hair. She wears a jean jacket and a white tank top underneath, with daisy dukes fitting her bottom. Her free hand scratches irritably at her tight shorts.
Off to the side of the entrance, a shorter pale goth girl mumbles in the darkness, crawling about in the grass, seemingly searching for something. She looks frazzled and disorganized.
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Approach the [[Alt Girl|Alt Door Guard]] at the entrance.
Or checkout the [[Creepy Girl]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl]''//
You approach the Creepy looking girl off to the side of the mansion. Shrouded in darkness as you sneak forward, her full aesthetic is finally revealed. Dark frazzled raven hair cascades haphazardly around her slim porcelain face. Thin lips are pursed as she seems busy frantically searching for something on the ground in front of her. A black lacey skirt with shreds and tears throughout, outlines her gothic style. Tinges of purple jewelry across her form add to her mystical look. Matching the lavender accessories are her eyes, a deep royal purple, yet seemingly they are squinted. You can’t help but notice a sense of franticness, nay craziness in that look. You shudder.
From this angle, she is crouched down, somewhat in a child's yoga pose, as she continues her search of the grass in front of her. Behind her, the exterior wall of the Mansion is lined with a set of thick bushes.
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You can either stay unseen by sneaking through the [[bushes|Bushes]] behind her.
Or [[approach her |Front Approach]] head on to see what she is looking for.
Alternatively, you can return to the [[Alt Door Guard]] at the entrance.
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The bushes offer some semblance of stealth. Earthy tones of grass and soil fill the air.
From this angle, you can't help but notice the swaying gargantuan behind of the Creepy girl in front of you. Her crouching pose causes her skirt to pull up the small of her back, revealing a pair of pink panties. Twin pale white globes sway back and forth, pert and tight, as the girl continues her search.
Black knee-high socks adorned with skulls line her legs, and a pair of muddy white sneakers are only a couple feet away from the bushes at your scale.
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You can head back the way you came to the [[Mansion's entrance.|Entrance]]
Or maybe stealth isn't the best bet and getting the girl's attention from the [[front|Front Approach]] is the better approach.
Instead you can get a closer look at her [[rear end|Approach Rear]] from below. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Alternatively, you can attempt to [[climb her shoes|Climb Shoes]].
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Behind you, there is also a small (text-colour:yellow)[[[pinhole|Pinhole]]] of light emmanating from the brick wall. This may be an alternative entrance into the Mansion.
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''{(link:" Checkpoint: Bushes")[
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Game saved!
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Sorry, I couldn't save your game.
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl Front]''//
Never one to shy away from a confrontation, given your expertise at dealing with large giants, you saunter over towards the front of the Creepy Girl, aligning yourself directly with her line of sight.
From the front, you notice her black graphic T, depicting a "Skeleton Bunny", alongside a multitude of dark goth accessories adorning her visage. The shirt, loose and baggy, drapes over her front, covering nearly 100% of her smaller than average breasts. Judging by her overall fit and youthful features, you estimate the girl to be in her early twenties.
All too suddenly, her frantic search comes to a stop as she spots your tiny form. Her lavender eyes perk up in surprise. Slowly, the thin pair of ruby lips spread into a generous toothy grin. She squints down, reaching out to you tentatively, as if unable to ascertain your distance, before snatching you with deft speed before you can react.
##"Found you, my pet!"
[[Continue.|Discovered]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Creepy Girl's Shoe]''//
Shuffling sounds permeate the air as the Creepy Girl muddles about in the grass in front of you. Her sneakers, once white now smeared with caked old mud, busy about in front of you. Stray battered laces lie untied and darkened with dirt. It's obvious this girl cares little about her attire.
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For a brief moment, the meandering sneakers come to a standstill. From this angle, you can attempt to climb up and into her shoes from the laces, maybe a sensation near her sole could get her attention? [[Enter Shoes]].
Or you could climb past the shoes up her legs to gain a better vantage point. [[Climb Legs]].
Alternatively, you could return to the bushes whence you came.
[[ Return to Bushes|Bushes]]
Also, off to the side you also notice a (text-colour:yellow)[[small mound.]<c1|]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(if: $prybar is 'true') [You look amongst the shrubbery and find nothing but dirt and leaves.]
(else:)[There is a spare bobby pin sticking out of the grass, you stash it away, could prove useful. (set: $prybar to 'true')]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Transfixed by the Creepy Girl's Rear]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Hypnotized by the Creepy Girl's swaying behind, you slowly approach in hopes of getting a better look. As you walk carefully through the grassy terrain, you find the perfect angle just below her generous rear curves.
From here, now squarely positioned beneath her butt, you see underneath her black skirt, bearing witness to the rosy, pink skull patterned panties. The extremely short skirt does little to hide her underwear, even from your vantage point in the shrubs, but from underneath, every bit of detail is set out before you. The top of her panties is wedged deep within the cleft of her ass. The hungry butt shifts with her searching movements, yet the slip of cloth wedged between the cheeks stick firm. Due to this tightness, you also notice, down below, the unmistakable swell of her lower lips pressed tightly against the fabric. The generous camel toe hides little from the imagination. Along the exterior of the panty’s perimeter, you notice stray wispy black hairs, both near where her vagina and asshole would be located. Obviously, it seems this girl does little in taking care of her own personal grooming.
With your mouth slack, staring up at the heavens above, you hardly notice the details of her rear are getting clearer and clearer. That is until you realize the girl is going to sit down, on top of you!
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Snap yourself out of the daze and [[dodge|Dodge]] out of the way.
[[Stay perfectly still|Butt Squish]], from here you'll end up safely nestled in her cleft.
[[Accept your fate|Squished]] as a stain underneath the Creepy Girl's Rear.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Butt Squished]''//
You take in a sudden breath as you brace yourself for the inevitable impact. The large shadow of the Creepy Girl's ass encompasses your entire form as you line yourself up directly where the girl's taint rests.
##(text-style:"bold","rumble")[THUMP!]
Immediately, your body is flattened downwards, your recent breath whooshing out of your lungs as the air is knocked out of you. Having closed your eyes before the impact, you slowly open them to the sight of a cackling skull. You gasp in a shallow labored breath of musty air, realizing the skull is merely one of the patterns upon the panties.
Having been pressed so tightly against her taint, the fabric of the panties is somewhat translucent. You notice behind the barrier before you are a swirl of periodic black pubes. Her taint is dappled here and there with specks of curly hair. You crane your neck upwards. The skin slowly begins to darken, revealing an ominous dark hole that emanates the permeating musty odor of your chamber. Staring past your chest in your prone position, pink begins to blossom about with a subtle sweet dampness.
From here, the panties are tight, yet you are small enough to slip past the sides and into the recesses of her underwear to explore further.
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You can explore her [[rear.|Panty Rear]]
Or her [[front.|Panty Front]]
Alternatively, you can [[struggle|Struggle]] about in an attempt to garner the girl's attention from here.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Dodge!]''//
As much as you love your current view, you would rather remain alive to continue experiencing such views. You swiftly dodge out of the way of the careening rear.
##(text-style:"bold","rumble")[THUMP!]
You gasp, having just reached the end of her butt. From here, you notice that the skirt before you is entirely climbable.
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You could [[climb upwards|Panty Rear]] and into the back of her panties from this angle.
Or you can return to the [[bushes.|Bushes]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Pinhole]''//
(set: $key to 'true')
Edging towards the small pinhole, you notice the party's events within. Various patrons chat and frolic about. The pinhole is unfortunately too small for you to enter.
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(if: $Key_Taken is 'true') [You look amongst the shrubbery and find nothing but dirt and leaves.]
(else:)[Off to the corner, a small reflective surface catches your attention. You busy about amongst the darkness and notice a pair of (text-colour:yellow)[thick rimmed black glasses.] Maybe this is what the Creepy Girl was looking for? You heft the folded pair of glasses onto your back. (set: $Key_Taken to 'true')]
[[Return to Bushes|Bushes]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Struggle]''//
Given your current predicament, struggling seems like your definitive best bet at getting this massive giantess to notice you. You would much rather be out of these confinements and freed entirely at this point.
So, you begin to thrash about in all directions, pushing forcefully against your confinements. Soon, your actions elicit a response from the Creepy Girl.
##"Oh, what on earth is that? Something small is definitely in a place where it shouldn't be!"
There is a brief shuffling of movement before a blinding light illuminates your confinement. A thin pair of fingers latches onto your form, pulling you outwards.
Suddenly, you are drawn out into the open air, yet not too far from the grassy terrain beneath you. Slowly, you are hoisted up towards the face of the domineering Creepy Girl.
[[Continue.|Discovered]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Front Panty]''//
A stifling musty heat immediately berates your senses. Lingering odors of sweat and the Creepy Girl's very own cocktail of vaginal secretions cause you to hesitate for a moment. Slowly, you slide along the girl’s undercarriage, past her stubbly taint to find yourself amongst a sparse forest of curly black pubes.
Parting some of the stray hairs, you come face to face with the Creepy Girl's lower labia. The entire vagina is almost three times your height. The taught lips hide any semblance of the girl's inner vagina, and further up, you can distinguish a thin slit that ends with a tiny pink nub at the top, her clit.
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From here you can attempt to [[struggle|Struggle]] about in hopes of getting her attention.
Or you can linger and [[indulge|Indulge Pussy Fetish]] in the alluring sights before you. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Rear Panty]''//
Wedged tightly between the Creepy Girl's cheeks, the world about you is exceedingly damp. Sweat causes you to slide easily through the slick divide. Periodically, black swirly ass pubes attempt to block your way. You part the greasy hairs to eventually notice a change in your surroundings.
The once salty musky air is now replaced with more earthy tones. The pale smooth flesh darkens to a light tan complexion with a rubberier texture. Before you, a diamond shaped slit, long as you are tall, stands directly in front of your gaze. The Creepy Girl's orifice that she uses each and every day to defecate stands before you. Her asshole.
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A part of you immediately wants to recoil and [[struggle|Struggle]] in absolute disgust.
Whilst another area wishes to [[indulge|Indulge Ass Fetish]] in your most taboo senses. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Creepy Girl's Shoe]''//
Steadying yourself, you choose the correct time to lunge forward and grapple a stray lace. The hardened dirt matts your hands in filth as you begin to climb. For a moment, the sneakers begin to move once more, and you fear that you may be dislodged from your perch. Sensing this, you surge past the lip of the sneaker and lodge yourself deep within the recesses of the battered shoe.
A waft of musty sour air fills your senses, no doubt originating from the hole filled sock that presses against you. Damp fibers cling to your skin, your body slowly becoming saturated in her sweaty foot musk.
(text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Feet]<c1|
[Lick Feet]<c2|]
[Inspect Feet]<c3|]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The sour scent of foot odor fills your nostrils. It's obvious this girl does not wash her feet often.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Curiosity gets the better of you, as your gingerly lick the fabric of her black socks. Moisture is drawn from your tongue and replaced with the grittiness of the sock’s fibers with a slight tinge of saltiness from the taste of the girl's perspiration.]]
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You begin to second guess this method of gaining the Creepy Girls attention. Light from the top lip of the shoe is still visible, from this vantage point you could still possibly climb out. [[Climb Shoes]].
Alternatively, you could slip past one of the many holes of the sock to reach her sole. From there you could potentially get the girl's attention through various methods. You may need to search to find a way.
It may, however, prove difficult to get out of that position...
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You search the socks and find a [[tiny hole|Enter Socks]] you can enter.]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Leg]''//
Past the white muddy sneaker lies an expanse of black knee-high socks, riddled with holes. The skulls adorned cackle as if mocking your meager attempts to climb at your scale. Merely getting the attention of this preoccupied girl is a monumental effort.
Nevertheless, you press on, using the loose threads of the sock to quickly embark up to the divot behind her knee. From here, the sock ends. Craning your neck upwards, her thick porcelain white thighs angle away from you. A small climb is necessary as you begin your ascent up the leg. Tiny wispy black hairs can be seen sprouting about as you near further up. From this vantage point, you are just at the edge of her skirt. Your face flushes as you cheekily peak beneath the black curtain of fabric. You gasp, noticing a pair of pink panties adorned with skulls and crossbones. The cloth of the underwear wedges deep between her pearly white buns, no doubt a severe wedgie. The cheeks seem to mold to and from her lower bits as the Creepy Girl shifts and moves about in the grass.
Stifling your urges, you climb up and over the wall of fabric and triumphantly arrive at the base of her hips and generous behind. Far ahead of you, the expanse of the girl's body spreads out into the distance. The small of her back is visibly exposed before being cut off halfway by her graphic crop top. Reaching her exposed back could prove useful in garnering her attention.
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You can [[move across her back.|Across Back]]This would be a one way trip given the slope.
Alternatively, you stare back behind you and notice the lip of the girl's skirt has a small width gap that you could easily pass by. Your face flushes once more as you think of the possibilities. Surely, that could also rouse the girl. You can [[travel beneath her skirt.|Inspect Panties]] (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Additionally, you could always climb back down to her [[shoes.|Climb Shoes]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Panties]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Following along the divot of the Creepy Girl's spine, you lower your head to gingerly crest beneath the large black canopy that is her skirt. In front of you, the pale twin globes of her upper rump sway to and fro with the girl's searching movements. The creamy peach skin has a subtle sheen to it, glistening with idle perspiration. You stare back further still, noticing that her cotton pink panties are wedged tightly against her lower back.
Then, slowly, the world about you begins to tilt slightly as the Creepy Girl straightens out into a squatting position. In doing so, a small divot forms around the girl's tailbone as the panty edge begins to open. Revealed to you is a dark chasm that contains the girl's cheeks among other private spots... You are heading in there whether you like it or not.
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Sensing your impeding slip downwards you think you may be able to control your trajectory based on how fast you fall.
You can kick off against the small of her back to surge downwards fast, slipping past her rear straight to the [[panty's front.|Panty Front]]
Or you can steady your fall, slowing the descent to end up at the [[back of the panties. |Panty Rear]]
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''{(link:"Panty Checkpoint")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot C"))[
Game saved!
](else: )[
Sorry, I couldn't save your game.
]
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Back]''//
You begin to slip down the curve of the Creepy Girl's lower body. No going back now. The warmth of her skin presses against you, feeling almost comforting. Your slide slowly comes to a halt as you reach the middle of her back, a small divot forms running along her spine. On either side of you, the crop top does little to hide the girl's love handles. Pudgy white skin delicately seeps over the waistband of her skirt. Seems like Creepy Girl enjoys a treat occasionally.
After pitter pattering around her back for some time, it seems as though any attempt to garner her attention from here is futile. You look onwards, noticing the tightly clasped elastic of the girl's bra strapping.
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You can attempt to climb the Bra Strap and potentially get closer to her breasts. It would be a difficult climb, but you are certain that her boobs would be sensitive enough to get her attention. [[Climb bra seam.|Bra Seam]]
If instead you would like to maintain some semblance of respect for this girl's private parts, you can try to climb up the hill of her upper back to try and rouse her there.[[Travel further up.|Further up Back]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Creepy Girl's Sock]''//
Shifting about in the muggy darkness, you find a small hole in the side of the girl’s sock, revealing pale folded flesh. You push past the hole and immediately slip down to the bottom of the sock, hastened by the slick damp skin. Here, the smell is near unbearable, and at this point you are soaked in the Creepy Girls foot sweat. Having slid down to the bottom of the interior of the sock, the ceiling of your world is now SOLEly comprised by the wrinkled bottom of the girl's foot. Farther up, as you crane your head backwards, five drum sized toes wiggle about. Stuffed between their folds you notice bits of black lint. You shudder.
(text-colour:magenta)[[[Inspect Lint]<c1|
[Lick Feet]<c2|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You reach out for a piece of the dark matted fibers. The material is plush and damp, smelling deeply of the Creepy Girl's cheesy foot odor.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Unable to resist your temptations, you caress the base of the girl's foot with your extended tongue. An explosion of intense flavor fills your mouth, a horrid mix of sour body odor and salty sweat.]]
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Despite the odor, you may be inclined to indulge in the space you now find yourself in. The greasy folds look tempting, maybe you could reach out and [[tickle|Indulge Foot Fetish]] her sole. That would surely get her attention. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Alternatively, the situation may have become too much to handle, and you can [[struggle|Struggle]] about to free yourself.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Creepy Girl's Sock]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Unable to resist your temptations, you bring your hands up to delicately massage the folds of the Creepy Girl's sole between your fingers. The damp flesh sticks to your palms and releases with a gentle pull. The smell now is rich and sour, undoubtedly from the copious amounts of sweat produced in such a cramped space. Who knows the last time when she replaced these socks, or even washed them. Gingerly, you bring your palms up towards the folds and slowly begin to tickle the skin.
As you begin to fondle the girl’s folds, your world tumbles about and you hear a fit of laughter high above you. It appears your actions did not go unnoticed. A surge of light fills your sight as a pair of monolithic fingers grasp tightly around your body and pull you away from your desires.
You have been [[discovered.|Eaten by Agatha]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''//
After a moment of being rearranged, adjusted and thus ultimately moved from your previous surroundings by the girl’s titanic fingers, you now find yourself hoisted and confronted with the Creepy Girl face to face.
Her pale smooth features, augmented by a generous amount of black and purple eyeliner, lip gloss and blush, give the Creepy Girl a truly gothic aesthetic. A septum piercing with a tiny skull at its center rests snug against her upper lip, as her thin lips spread to reveal a set of white pointy teeth. Of all her accessories, one main piece catches your eye that now makes you second guess your confident approach. Nestled as a choker along her thin neck is a small pendant, fashioned in the shape of a cage. You notice, the door to the tiny cage is open and the interior vacant. You hope that you made the right decision...
A rush of muggy air blows past you as the thin lips part as the Creepy Girl begins to speak,
"Logan! I told you many times not to run off like that!"
The giantess scolds you while squinting, lavender eyes inspecting your form. It seems like she has you mistaken for another tiny.
Her disposition changes instantly now that she knows she has her toy once more.
"Well, its ok now, I guess. Still, I wish you found my glasses like I had asked you. If you hadn’t knocked them off my head in the first place we could have entered the party by now! Either way, I'll still need to punish you by giving you a time out!"
The girl’s eyes widen as her open smile spreads even wider, almost maniacally so. Is she drooling? The crazed unfocused eyes flick about analyzing your bound form, objectifying you like a piece of meat.
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Not wanting to be held against your will, you can protest and [[explain|Mistaken Identity1]] to the Creepy Girl that you are not Martin.
Or you can [[play along|Mistaken Identity]] with the bit, maybe being Martin can have its perks!
Alternatively, you can attempt to [[bite her finger|Bite Reprucusions]] and make a break for it. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
(if: $key is 'true')[Lastly, you can give the Creepy Girl the glasses you found earlier. [[Give Glasses|True Introduction]](text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Back]''//
You continue your trek up past the girl's shoulder blades and arrive at the base of her neck. From here you begin to holler and stomp about. Tapping away at the Creepy Girl's neck, you feel the body shift beneath you. You begin to lose balance, feeling yourself fall backwards to a deadly drop below. Yet, before you can plummet down to your grassy grave, a pair fingers delicately pinch you along the waist, hoisting you around to the girl's front.
It seems as though you have been [[discovered!|Discovered]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Bra Strap]''//
You jump up towards the seam of the Creepy Girl's bra strap. Clinging to the band, you slowly shift across the width of her back to reach the girl's front. The loose-fitting crop top now shadows you overhead as you shift about underneath her shirt along the band. There is some looseness in the band, the Creepy Girl is not too well endowed, leaving a small gap that opens into her bra cup. Staring in, you can make out her side boob, creamy and pert. Above you, the recesses of her armpit reveal small stubbly black hairs glistening with a sheen of sweat.
You hesitate, deciding your options. All too suddenly, the girl begins to shift, searching the grass at a much steeper angle for you. You'll have to choose how to get her attention from here.
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You can try and [[leap|Indulge Boob Fetish]] from this angle into the bra cup. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Or you can move upwards and [[tickle|Struggle]] her armpit.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Bra]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
You leap daringly towards the gap of the Creepy Girl's B sized bra cup. You catch the edge of the cup's plush banded exterior, hoisting yourself up and inwards. The smooth cotton divot due to the girls below average breast size causes you to slip downwards to the base of her boob. As you come to a stop, you take in your surroundings.
The environment here is slightly damp, yet oddly does not smell of sweat. Instead, cheap flowery perfume permeates the air, whilst a subtle dampness of moisture slickens your shoes as you feel the warmth of her underboob. Yet, directly in front of you stands a colossal pink nipple, doubling your height. The dimpled skin is a light shade of rose with bumps periodically dappling the perimeter of the nipple.
Carefully, you begin to stimulate this sensitive location, rubbing your hands over the raised nob. The flesh is tender and smooth but begins to change from the presence of your touch. Slowly, the nipple begins to swell ever so slightly. You can't resist. Grasping the duct with both hands, you begin to lick the tender flesh, sucking and kneading at the now engorged nipple. This action, however, does not go unnoticed.
A sudden yelp ushers from above and a swift shifting of movement causes you to lose your grip on the nipple, becoming plastered and squished against the side of her breast. You feel as though you may suffocate in this position until your prison is opened to reveal a scanning set of pale fingers. They immediately latch onto you, pulling you up and outwards from your mammary heaven.
[[Continue|Eaten by Agatha]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Pussy]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Although your task was to garner the Creepy Girl's attention in hopes of finding a way into the Mansion, you cannot resist the perks of your scale from time to time. Curiosity gets the better of you as you assess your surroundings.
The near 20-foot-tall sex organ stands before you, as you lie semi prone in the hammock of her panties. It radiates intense heat.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Vagina]<c1|
[Lick Vagina]<c2|
[Part Labia]<c3|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[It's musty and heady. Almost too much to bear.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[It tastes salty with a faintness of tang. You shudder, a mix of pleasure and revulsion coursing through you.]]
The clit above twitches periodically in tandem with your actions. Surely [[stimulating|Discovered]] the tiny nub will cause a response.
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[The lips are tight, almost unbearably so. Yet with enough strength, you pry apart the slick folds to reveal a dark, ichor coated tunnel. The pink hue deepens to a darker organic red the deeper you gaze into the passage. Periodically, the tunnel flexes and pulses. You could [[venture deeper|Deeper Pussy]] into the dark recesses of the Creepy Girl's inner vagina. From past experiences, you know it may be difficult to return from such a place...(text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Ass]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Although your task was to garner the Creepy Girl's attention in hopes of finding a way into the Mansion, you cannot resist the perks of your scale from time to time. Curiosity gets the better of you as you assess your surroundings.
Her asshole is around 8 feet in diameter to your scale. The tan starfish is devoid of hairs, despite having traversed a small forest to get here. Its creamy ridges pulse revealing a light pink interior. Impossibly tight, the Creepy Girl's most private hole is pert and well taken care of.
The back of the panties presses tightly on your form, leaving only inches between you and the pulsating sphincter as you consider your options.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Asshole]<c1|
[Lick Asshole]<c2|
[Part Asshole]<c3|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The pulsating hole smells of freshly tilled soil. Surprisingly, the scent of ass or 'other' smells is vacant.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The anus pulses, threatening to draw in whatever enters its' domain. Nevertheless, you extend your tongue grazing over the lined ridges. The taste is reminiscent of skin, yet as you lick closer to the center, a strong bitterness fills your maw.]]
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The asshole contracts periodically in front of you. If you time the movement just right, when the hole widens, you could [[stimulate|Discovered]] the tender pink flesh to potentially get a response from the Creepy Girl.
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You muster forth all of your strength, pushing both arms deep within the crushing vice grip of the Creepy Girl's tight anus. As if on its own, the whole dilates, opening with a quick squelch. Column like bands of anal slime connect the bottom and top of a narrow dark red tunnel. A waft of earthy air fills your senses. The heat is immense, causing you to begin to sweat. In rhythmic motions, the whole widens and closes periodically. Do you dare to venture [[deeper?|Deeper Ass]] (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Rectum]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
You surge forward entering the forbidden dark depths of the Creepy Girl's rectum. Swiftly, the hole clamps down just behind you, sealing off ninety percent of the light within your new chamber. Despite the lack of light, you can still barely make out the dark hued red of her anal walls. They are slick with a coating of rectal slime, causing you to slide about easily in the cramped interior. There is very little room to stand, and for the most part you opt to crawl on all fours inside the tight tunnel. Inside, the air is stifling and hot. The earthy tones that you noticed earlier are now mostly replaced with a sickening scent of ass.
Deeper down the rectum, there is a tight bend that leads farther into her bowels.
Attempting to take in a breath of air, you find it nearly impossible to survive in these conditions for long. Slowly, you collect yourself to assess your surroundings.
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(text-colour:#745e49)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Anal Opening]<c3|]
[]<c5|
(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The anal walls are slimy in some spots and more taught in others. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same earthy tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder, recalling that each and every day this very chamber passes an enormous load of waste to be expelled past the very same hole that you just ENTERED. As if reading your thoughts, you hear a deep bellowing vibration from far above.
##(text-style:,"blur")["Ugh, gotta take a shit after I find my glasses, fuck where are they?"]
It appears you better hurry before you become part of that bowel movement.]]
(click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the narrow fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the slicker and grimier the floor and walls become. The ichor even takes on a tanner tone. As you round the bend, you are halted in your tracks by an immovable object. Before you, a massive wall of tacky brown mud blocks your way. The mass is cracked and dappled with fissures. You also notice a tiny speck of white hidden within the log. Is that a SKULL?! You shudder in fear of the implications.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from inside it's futile...]]
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(after:30s)[Eventually, the air within your lungs begins to become entirely replaced with the Creepy Girl's own anal air. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter as you drift into [[blackness.|Agatha Toilet Scene]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Meadows Mansion Entrance]''//
Standing beside the mahogany doors is a tattooed women in her late twenties. Absently, she taps away at her phone. One half of her head is shaven whilst the other half sports straight navy-blue hair that trails down past her shoulders. She wears a jean jacket and a white tank top underneath with tight daisy dukes fitting her bottom. Her free hand scratches irritably at her tight shorts.
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Approach the [[Alt Door Guard|Alt Door Guard2]] at the entrance.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Mistaken Identity]''//
The massive Creepy Girl adjusts in her seat as she hums about, thinking of a response for you, or to her, Martin.
"Now now, what to do with my little tiny...You unfortunately have failed to retrieve my glasses in a timely manner and thus must be punished. But not too severely! I even tried to help you find them! (Welp, maybe I was just looking for you cuz I was bored.) Either way, time to go back to your cage!”
By gaining entrance to the cage on her neck, you can possibly find an easy way into the Mansion. That is what you think before she closes the latch of the cage without you in it, and smirks down at your form. Her gaze is sinister, glistening thin lips parted into a toothy grin.
Suddenly, a low drumming burble, like water moving through pipes, echoes out beneath you.
##(text-style:"sway")[GRRRGLE...]
"Hehe, whoopsies! Looks like your cage is calling your name little slave!" She pats her exposed tummy affectionately.
You stare down at her bare stomach. A slight amount of pudge hangs over the sides, tight and form fitted with her black skirt. The globe of flesh wobbles delicately after the recent pats. This was not the cage you had in mind, yet in your day you have found yourself in a fair bit of stomachs before, and this Creepy Girl's belly shouldn’t be too much of an issue if she merely sees you as a slave. She WOULD want to keep you alive in there, right?
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You can [[play along|Eaten by Agatha]] with the bit.
Or you can [[bite|Bite Reprucusions]] the fingers that hold you and try to escape. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
(if: $key is 1)[Or you can [[give her the glasses |True Introduction]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[True Introductions]''//(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))(set: $YellowBand to 'true')
(if: $key is 1)[The face of the giant Creepy Girl lights up as you present to her the pair of lost glasses. "Aha! You found them!" Swiftly, she dons the pair.]
Blinking about, the Creepy Girl, now looking a little bit less Creepy, seems to regain some composure. Gone is the ominous visage as she straightens out some of her loose hair, adjusts the spectacles and gazes down at the tiny who is TRULY not Martin.
"Oh my GOSH! You're not Martin! I’m sooooo sorry!" Her face pouts in sorrow, then shifts to a red hue.
"I didn't mean to say all those things from earlier...It's just, when I lose my glasses, I can get a little frazzled." She scratches the back of her head in embarrassment.
"Anyways, my name is Agatha! I'm part of the group Illusions and Spectacles. We're doing a magic show inside the Mansion later this evening and Martin is my tiny assistant. Our relationship is purely professional and everything I say and do around him is merely roleplay, MHM!"
Agatha nods her head, but somewhere deep down you doubt this is all truth.
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So, care to hop on and [[come on inside with me|Entrance with Agatha]]?
Or would you prefer to find your [[own way|Part Ways with Agatha]] in still?
(if: $key is 1)["By the way, if you do find Martin, tell him I need him ASAP! Give him this(text-colour:yellow)[ [ornate wristband]<c1|], he needs it to gain entrance to the Illusions and Spectacles backstage area.]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You take the small wristband. Fit for a tiny, the band is made of a thick plastic, adorned with a tiny pendant at the center. It depicts a silhouetted woman in a top hat and held in her palm is a tiny figure.]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Snack Time]''//
You are immediately hoisted by the fingers from your previous position and brought face to face with the Creepy Girl. Up close, her features are magnified to an incredible degree. Lavendar shaded eyes blearily inspect your form. Small traces of bloodshot red course through the whites of her eyes. Stray frazzled raven hairs cascade down the sides of her face. Her cute button nose flares widely, as if taking in the scent of a potential meal.
Lower, you gaze at the thin cracked red lips of your captor. They part briefly as a serpentine tongue darts out swiftly to moisten the entrance of her maw. The lips stay parted as a toothy sharp grin widens the expanse of her mouth. Rows of jagged teeth line the interior of the Creepy Girls inner world. The tongue dances about within the interior, snapping columns of white spittle that flatten into pools of burbling slime lower in her jaw. Saliva continues to build up and is slowly ushered back towards a dark ominous pit. Her throat. A dancing ball of flesh, waggles delicately over the impending hole, guarded by her prominent tonsils. The tongue lifts to the roof of her ridged mouth for a brief moment, before the archway at the back of her throat flexes.
##(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!]
The small puddle of spit is now gone...
"Tinies who are naughty and disobey orders are sentenced to punishment within the dark dungeons of my maw! There is no escape! AHAHAHA!"
With each laugh, hot stagnant air washes over your form, covering you in sticky spittle and condensation.
The Creepy Girl gives you no time to respond before you are placed down upon the massive tongue. You stare back behind you, a sudden CLACK ushers out as her teeth close sharply, sealing off your exit...
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested]''//
You lie back into the slimy pool of rainbow chime. The thumping sounds of the Creepy Girl's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fait...
Muffled sounds of her erratic speaking, most likely to herself, periodically interrupts the burbles of her body. You stare at the undulating ceiling, eyes becoming irritated as the acids claim your form. You close them for the time being.
Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the Creepy Girl's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor.
###''"BURP! Excuse me!"
''
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot A")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Bushes?")[(load-game:"Slot A")]
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Or return to [[Start]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Squished]''//
##(text-style:"bold","rumble")[THUMP!]
An immense weight of ass flesh careens on top of you, flattening your body down. The wind is knocked out of your lungs as you feel your muscles and bones strain against an impossible weight. Ass flesh forms against the entirety of your body as you sense red dampness beneath you. Despite the warmth of the heavy flesh pressing upon your form, you feel a tender coolness begin to radiate out towards your limbs.
Slowly, darkness begins to fill the periphery of your vision as you smile having relished in the sweet squish of this unaware behemoths behind...
##"Hm? Did I sit on something? Oh well!"
Carelessly, the Creepy Girl continues with her search, unaware of the tiny patron she unknowingly reduced to a red smear beneath her pert round ass.
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Vagina]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Pulling apart the fleshy curtains of the Creepy Girl's labia minora, you reveal once more the rhythmic tunnel of pulsating flesh. The folds of her skin are velvety smooth and slick with natural lubrication. This proves somewhat difficult to find a foothold into the slimy passage, yet with a firm pull, you hoist yourself inwards.
Behind you, the elastic folds close in on themselves once more to resume their respectively taught position. A dim stream of light permeates into the canal, allowing you to take in a limited view of her vagina.
A sudden assault of musky air fills your nostrils. The oxygen in here is limited, causing your head to spin in a mixture of delusion and passion. The floor is slick beneath your feet, with the ceiling of your world, a ridged circular dome, around 6 feet away from the top of your head. There is a decent amount of space to walk, yet the walls are merely an arms width away on either side. Farther in the distance, a donut shaped sphincter denotes the entrance to the girl's womb. Behind you, the vaginal lips are entirely sealed, and any attempt to open them back up proves futile. Hazily, you try and remember your original purpose of entering this forbidden chamber in the first place...
Drearily, as the heady fumes dull your senses, you explore your surroundings.
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[Approach Cervix]<c2|]
[Stimulate Vaginal Opening]<c3|]
[]<c5|
(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The slick vaginal walls leave behind a sticky residue on your palms.
##(text-style:"sway","blur")["[MMMMM....!"] ]
It seems as though your actions don't go unnoticed.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The donut shaped sphincter twitches as you approach. Even at your current scale, the opening is impossibly small. There's no way you're fitting in there.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the lips open, but from inside it's futile...]]
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(after:30s)[Eventually, the air within your lungs begins to become entirely replaced with the Creepy Girl's own vaginal air. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter as you drift into [[blackness.|Agatha Toilet Scene Vagina]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Later...]''//
##(text-style:"blink")[''THMB!
THMB!
THMB!'']
“They’re literally behind you, ya clutz, there in that little mound.” A raspy voice.
“Huh, hey! Don’t look! It’s not what you think!” The Creepy Girl.
“Eww, what the hell are you doing Agatha? You getting off or something literally out here in the bushes?” Replies the Alt Girl.
“No no, it’s not like that!” Stammers Agatha as she dawns her glasses.
“Well it sure as hell looked like it! By the way, I thought I saw a person from the B.A.M.S. faculty shrink down a couple minutes ago along the manor path. Have you seen them?”
Agatha blushes a deep crimson red, incapable of forming words or a sentence.
“No fucking way…”
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##''KTHUNK!''
##(text-style:"buoy")[''Pshh…'']
##(text-style:"shudder")[''FRAAP!'']
##(text-style:"blur")[''“Ugh, just come out already…” '']
Planted upon a porcelain throne, Agatha’s heavy pale rear encompasses a majority of the seat. With cheeks puffed out, she pushes her abdomen in hopes of releasing a shitty load that contains one hopefully living occupant, you.
“I know you probably had a thing for my ass, but enough is enough tiny, get…OUT!”
##(text-style:"rumble")[''PHHRRTTT!'']
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A large deluge of wind rushes out of the Creepy Girl’s bubblegum pink anus. Spread wide, the sphincter flexes, a sputter of slick rectal slime ushered outwards alongside one tiny occupant.
##''SPLSH!''
Agatha turns around on the seat staring back down into the bowl. “Eww, gross…” She reaches down to retrieve you.
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[[Continue|Post Toilet Scene]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Punishment!]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Not wanting to find out what it means to be 'punished' by this insane girl, you instead decide to rely on the ol' finger chomp to free yourself from the situation. As the girl stares down at you maniacally, waiting for your response, you swiftly jerk your head down towards the tender flesh of her pointer finger and sink your teeth deep within the tender flesh.
#"OW FUCK! You little shit!"
The grip upon your body, to your dismay does not loosen, and instead tightens drastically, forcing the air out of your lungs, causing you to wheeze in pain.
"I told you Martin, NO BITING!"
She swaps you to her other hand, now sucking tenderly on the maimed finger. She pulls it from her maw to notice a tiny speck of blood.
"Ahhh...blood...!" Her gaze turns towards you, now reignited with passion and delusion.
#"Maximum punishment shall now be administered upon you tiny man!"
[[Continue|Anus Punishment]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Ass Punishment]''//
Forcefully, with reckless abandon, your body is clasped tightly between now enclosed fingers. Darkness shrouds your form as your blood runs cold thinking just what the Creepy Girl may do to you.
Your realm shifts and moves as you hear the girl begin to move about. The echoes of the Mansion's activities drown off in the distance. It appears the Creepy Girl is headed somewhere more private. Eventually she comes to a stop, and you hear her shift about into a seated position.
Eventually, her palm opens, whilst her pointer finger and thumb hold you tightly. You are now located in what seems to be the small forest set in the backyard of the Mansion. Tiny fragments of moonlight illuminate the serene natural glow of the manicured space around you. It's beautiful, until the captor holding you twists her wrist around, replacing your moonlit view with a different kind of 'moon.'
Before your very eyes, the pale porcelain ass of the Creepy Girl rests mere feet away from your held form. Her sinister gaze smiles down at you, black frazzled hair and lavender eyes giving her an almost witchy aesthetic. The girl is sitting on her knees, feet slightly spread apart with her panties drawn all the way down to her ankles. The black skirt covers the upper portions of her crack, while the wobbly lower cheeks hold firmly together. That is until her free hand reaches back towards her left cheek, spreading the globes apart. There nestled in the cleft is the Creepy Girl's tender pink anus, pulsing as if hungry for its next meal.
"All naughty tinies must be punished in the bowels of their goddess! Destined to be locked away in the dark DUNGEON that is my colon! AHAHAHAHAH!"
Her asshole flexes and pulses, punctuated by the cackles of her laughter.
Caring little for a response from you, the Creepy Girl ushers your body towards the sphincter.
[[Continue|Anal Pleasing]]
=><=
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''{(link:"Checkpoint Punishment")[
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Please the Creepy Girl's Ass]''//
Face to face with the eight-foot-tall anus, the fingers holding you force your tiny frame up against the tacky surface. Sweat smears across your prone form, coating your body in her vile essence. The smell is oddly not off putting, instead the scent is neutral and earthy like the forest around you. Despite this, you can't help but gag with the knowledge that you are basically making out with the orifice this girl uses to defecate every day from. That being said, the taboo nature may appeal to your more sadistic side.
#Now tiny, please your goddess in many ways or face her WRATH! Heh Heh!"
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Asshole]<c1|
[Lick Asshole]<c2|
[Part Asshole]<c3|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The pulsating hole smells of freshly tilled soil. Surprisingly, the scent of ass or 'other' smells is vacant.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The anus pulses, threatening to draw in whatever enters its' domain. Nevertheless, you extend your tongue grazing over the lined ridges. The taste is reminiscent of skin, yet as you lick closer to the center, a strong bitterness fills your maw.]]
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Unwilling to play along with this vile game and fully pleasure the Creepy Girl, you can attempt to (text-colour:#633912)[[[struggle|Asshole Crush]] ]to free yourself. Although defying this girl may have dire consequences...
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You muster forth all of your strength, pushing both arms deep within the crushing vice grip of the Creepy Girl's tight anus. As if on its own, the whole dilates, opening with a quick squelch. Column like bands of anal slime connect the bottom and top of a narrow dark red tunnel. A waft of earthy air fills your senses. The heat is immense, causing you to begin to sweat. In rhythmic motions, the whole widens and closes periodically. Do you dare to venture [[deeper?|Deeper Ass]](text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] ]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Shat On]''//
You will not be taken advantage of, and thus you squirm relentlessly against the confines you now find yourself in. The tight orifice before you clenches feeling your aggressive movements and you hear a rumbling from farther above.
#"So, it's going to be the hard way, eh WORM? Well then, enjoy your punishment!"
The two fingers holding onto your form squeeze down impossibly tight. You feel bones begin to strain as your body is squished into a near paste. Blackness starts to coalesce around your periphery as you feel your legs go numb from the pressure. Significant damage has now been dealt to your form.
Instead of imminent death from the crushing confines of her fingers, the Creepy Girl releases your body carelessly to fall to the grass below. Stunned as you contact the grass and soil, bleary eyed you stare upwards to once more bear witness to the impressive scale of the Creepy Girl's ass.
#"If you treat your Goddess like SHIT, you deserve nothing more than to be BURIED in SHIT! HAHAH!"
You try and comprehend the situation that you now find yourself in, yet here and now lying in the grass beneath the behemoth’s behind, you can barely cling on as it is.
You hear a grunting noise from above as the tight pink sphincter opens to push out a puff of stale air.
##''PHRP!''
You cough, as her anus releases a surge of fetid fumes. The asshole does not close back to its previous size, however. Instead, the hole remains agape, a tinge of brown cresting the perimeter of her anus. A sickening crackling can be heard as the Creepy Girl pushes out an incredible brown log. Unable to move, you merely watch as the truck sized piece of shit dangles above you, before breaking off plummeting directly towards your form.
There is sudden blackness. Then, nothing.
#"That'll show you WORM!"
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Mistaken Identity]''//
You explain to the Creepy Girl that you are not this Logan person and that she has you mistaken with another tiny.
She squints down at your form, trying to make out your identity before cackling in response. The throaty bellow splatters you with spit, her red uvula dancing in the back of her maw.
"Hahah! Nice try Logan! That trick won’t work on me."
Either this girl is very stupid or cannot possibly see at the moment without a pair of glasses on...
[[Continue.|Mistaken Identity]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Maw]''//
Muggy air fills your chamber, confined in the mouth of the sadistic Creepy Girl. The floor is unstable and squishy, each of your footsteps cause the girl to giggle, the resounding sound causing your body to tremble.
"Hehe! All mine now!"
You can almost feel her mouth alter to a smile even from the inside.
You assess your options. She hasn't motioned to swallow you...yet.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Touch Tongue]<c1|
[Touch Teeth]<c2|
[Pry Open Teeth]<c3|
[Approach Throat]<c4|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You crouch down to graze the slick muscle with an outstretched palm. "MMMM!" You hear your captor respond with approval. It seems as though you taste good...]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You tentatively place a hand on one of the giant white lower molars. Suddenly from above, you see the upper set of teeth draw upwards then down, gnashing at where your hand once was. "Careful BUG, or you'll lose a hand!".]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You walk up towards the front row of teeth. Trying to find a grasping point, you attempt to pull the teeth apart. It appears there's no escape physically without a special tool.]]
[]<c6|(click: ?c4)[(replace:?c6)[Tentatively, you approach the back of the Creepy Girl's mouth. She senses this, as the tongue lowers with your approach. A breathy moan emanates from the dark pit, moistening your face with condensation. "Ahhhh..." The throat is now open, the uvula bobs above and her tonsils click with slickness. It's almost as if she's daring you to venture [[deeper...|Agatha Stomach]]]]
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(after:100s)[Eventually, the creepy girl grows bored of your inaction and ushers you to the back of her [[throat...|Agatha Stomach]]]
(text-colour:yellow)[(if:$prybar is 'true')[[Use Bobby Pin to Loosen Teeth|Escape]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Swallowed]''//
Immediately, you feel your body compress as resounding echo billows out around you.
##(text-colour:lime)[(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!]]
Your body slips smoothly into the girl's esophagus. Slimy walls crush down upon your body, shimmying you downwards in peristaltic motions. For a moment you come to a stop, the walls of the throat tight around your form before the natural movements of her body open the esophagus to convey you deeper to the stomach. After a handful of seconds, the sound of the Creepy Girls heart fills your eardrums.
##(text-colour:red)[(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Ba-DUM ba-Dum ba-DUM]]
Slowly the sound fades as a more prominent series of symphonics replaces the beat of her heart.
##(text-style:"sway")[Grrrrnnnn...]
Her stomach...
The knotted valve at the bottom of her esophagus, the cardiac sphincter, presses roughly against your face. The slick flesh threatens to suffocate you, unable to move whilst constricted by the bottom of the esophagus. Yet, the valve eventually relents. A sickly-sweet odor fills your lungs as the contents of the Creepy Girl's stomach come into view. The valve squeezes your body firmly before squirting you into the mire below...
[[Continue|Inside Agatha's Stomach]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Escape]''//
Unwilling to play along any longer and witness firsthand where this girl sends her food on a daily basis, you heft the Bobby Pin forward and jam it between the front incisors of the Creepy Girl's teeth.
##"HMMM?"
Your chamber vibrates with the confused hum of your giantess captor. You continue to hoist your weight against the end of the bobby pin, using your own weight and leverage to pry the teeth apart. A thin sheen of light permeates the damp darkness as the outside world is slowly revealed.
###(text-style:"shudder")["AHHH?!"]
A narrow passage of escape now forms.
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Release your grip on the Bobby Pin and [[rush to escape|Freedom]]?
Or, [[take the Bobby Pin with you|Failed to Escape]], although slower it could still prove useful elsewhere.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Maw]''//
You worked so hard to get this Bobby Pin, you're not going to lose it here! Grabbing onto the plastic tool, you lunge forward towards the exit. Immediately you feel the added weight cause your footsteps to sink deeper than usual into the moist floor, slowing your progress. You catch yourself just barely from slipping, yet in these mere fractions of a second, the teeth in front of you snap close again once they feel the Bobby Pin has been dislodged.
##(text-style:"rumble")[SNAP!]
Darkness shrouds you once more. A low growl reverberates from behind you. The throat flexes and the teeth give way brief glimpses of light as the Creepy Girl speaks.
"Enough games little maggot! You belong in my belly now!"
You are immediately slammed towards the roof of her mouth, the hard palate knocking the wind out of your lungs. Now headfirst with the arches at the back of her maw, the giantess unceremoniously and swiftly ushers you back towards her throat. The tongue lowers down swiftly, arching as you slide towards the inky blackness past the uvula and into the rear of her mouth.
For a brief moment you bear witness to a sight that few (other than food itself) has born witness to before. A thin flap of skin folds over the arches of her tonsils, whilst a cylindrical ribbed hole whooshes as air billows past you. Then the flap moves revealing a pulsing fleshy tunnel. It undulates periodically. At the very bottom, you can barely make out in the shadow of the tunnel a tiny knotted sphincter.
In this fraction of time, you can decide where you fall.
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Enter the [[Ribbed Hole|Coughing Fit]]
Enter the [[Undulating Hole|Agatha Stomach]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Freedom]''//(set: $Agatha_mad to 'true')(set: $prybar to 'false')
You opt to keep the Bobby Pin in place to assure your escape. Launching off the tip of the Creepy Girl's tongue, you surge forward, lightened by the lack of the Bobby Pin. Diving forwards, unaware or uncaring of the destination, you slip past the narrow opening of the girl's incisors. Behind you, the Bobby Pin snaps between the giantesses' teeth. A fait narrowly escaped...
You tumble through the air, the Creepy Girl cursing behind you as she spits out the pieces of Bobby Pin. A rush of greenery cushions your fall. Thankfully it seems you have landed back within the confines of the bushes. Peery through the shrubbery, the Creepy Girl, eyes bloodshot and furious howls out in anger.
"LOGAN YOU BASTARD! I WILL FIND YOU INSIDE THAT DAMNED MANSION, AND WHEN I DO, YOU WILL BE SOOOO SORRY!"
The woman at the entrance scoffs and responds to the creepy girl.
"Shut up Agatha! Find your glasses already, we're not letting you in when your acting this manic.
Agatha, the rampaging giantess, pulls at her frazzled hair in anger. Her shirt lifts to reveal a generous portion of her pale pudgy belly. You just narrowly escaped entering that chamber, and if you're not careful, you may just end up meeting it later in the night...
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Unwilling to tempt fait with Agatha any longer, you can return to the mansion's [[entrance|Entrance 2]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Coughing Fit]''//
(set: $Agatha_normal to 0)
You assess the winding pipe beneath you. The epiglottis is the flap covering it periodically, preventing any food from falling down what you believe to be the WRONG hole for ingestion. Better to choke the girl then end up melting in her stomach acids.
You slip past the vocal cords and maneuver yourself into her windpipe. For a split second, you feel the epiglottis close in on your abdomen, but you push past it diligently into her trachea. Immediately, your actions elicit a response from your captor. The hole clamps down hard on your form as she begins to cough.
##(text-style:"rumble")[HACK! ]
##"Ahh what the FUCK?!
Your body is swiftly propelled past the uvula and beyond the teeth.
You tumble through the air, the Creepy Girl cursing behind you. A rush of greenery cushions your fall. Thankfully it seems you have landed back within the confines of the bushes. Peering through the shrubbery, the Creepy Girl, eyes bloodshot and furious howls out in anger.
"LOGAN YOU BASTARD! I WILL FIND YOU INSIDE THAT DAMNED MANSION, AND WHEN I DO, YOU WILL BE SOOOO SORRY!"
The woman at the entrance scoffs and responds to the creepy girl.
"Shut up Agatha! Find your glasses already, we're not letting you in when your acting this manic.
Agatha, the rampaging giantess, pulls at her frazzled hair in anger. Her shirt lifts to reveal a generous portion of her pale pudgy belly. You just narrowly escaped entering that chamber, and if you're not careful, you may just end up meeting it later in the night...
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Unwilling to tempt fait with Agatha any longer, you can return to the mansion's [[entrance|Entrance 2]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Stomach]''//
A thick splash of stomach contents welcomes your form into the depths of the Creepy Girl's belly. Attempting to stand up in the undulating organ is a difficult task. Yet, you manage to hug the stomach lining, hoisting yourself upwards into a sort of crawl / lean.
Dimly lit, the giantess' stomach is a modest size. You are maybe about a few feet away from the cardiac sphincter. The ridged pink walls crush in against your sides, tingling you with their already acid soaked membranes. A thick pool of muck rests at the lowest ends of the girl's stomach, nearest to the pyloric sphincter leading to her intestines. You can barely make out the multi colored hue of the pool. Most likely her diet consists of candies and soda. A bubble pops moistly within the pool as the chamber slowly expands. Then, the cardiac sphincter above your head opens a couple of inches with a whooshing sound.
##(text-colour:lime)[(text-style:"rumble")[URP!]]
You take in shaky breaths. You've been in stomach's before, given your career path, yet here in this vile woman's organ, you struggle to think of any way to escape...
(text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|]
(text-colour:#745e49)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|]
[]<c5|
(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting this girl's stomach. After a couple of minutes, you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the Creepy Girl reverberate around you, slightly muffled.]
##(text-style:,"blur")["Ugh, would you quiet down in there? You need to be properly punished!"]]
(click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the sticky pool of muck at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the mire, you search through the sludge and locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength yet are unable to make an opening. Resurfacing, a slimy mass is stuck to your side. A piece of digesting gummy bear....]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from here it's futile...]]
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Having tried what you can, you can simply [[accept your fait|Accept Fait]] as a snack for the Creepy Girl.
Or possibly, you could try and hold on for just a bit longer...
(after:45s)[[[Continue|Agatha Regurgitation]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''//
The tumultuous stomach gurgles ominously, intent on dissolving you into nothingness despite your resistance. But you know truly against all odds you must hold on. You’ve dealt with a variety of questionable situations before, and this one is no different.
##(text-style:"sway")[''GRRRRMMMMM!'']
The Alt girl’s gut roars as a deluge of chyme rushes past you in a large acidic wave. You cling on dearly to the stomach lining as the current within the chamber picks up. A sucking drone burbles out far off from the corner of the stomach. Squinting, you can barely make out the pyloric sphincter widening slightly to ferry the girl’s stomach contents into her duodenum. This could be an opportunity to head deeper into the Alt girl’s body, but are your odds really better down there than your current conditions in her stomach? Regardless, you know that going down there into the depths of her guts is a one-way trip with the only exit being…her anus. You’ll need to make a choice.
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[[Venture deeper]], your odds down there are better than in the stomach.
[[Hang on a bit longer]] in her stomach, maybe there is a slim chance she’ll still let you out.
Edging towards the small pinhole, you notice the parties events within.
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Return to the [[Entrance 2]] ###(text-style:"underline")[''MINIMIZED AT MEADOWS MANSION v0.1'']
Dusk. A time in which the realms of day and night intermingle with one another. A time in which strange phenomena tends to occur. The sky, hued a blood red from the falling sun, casts its deep shadows upon the black obsidian gates before you. A bloody jail cell...
That's what you picture in your head as you walk past the Mansion's guard with a wave, flashing them your entrance pass. All students visiting Meadows Mansion are required to pass a rigorous screening process before a wristband is mailed to the recipient. Yours is green, not that you really knew what that meant.
The cobblestone walkway along the main road towards the estate is lined with feminine statues, nay goddesses. Various figures of history or legend stand some at least 50 feet in height. Their poses depict confidence, control, and obedience. Amongst their midst, figures like Aphrodite, Medusa, and more modern celebrities like Marilyn Monroe pose stoically while others depict more lewd stances. Fountains adorn the grassy lawn while sculpted shrubbery continues the trend of feminine figures. Eventually, a singular statue stands around 75 feet tall, carved of white marble, depicting the woman of the estate herself.
Ms. Meadows, headmaster of Fantasia University, or better known on this estate as Mistress Meadows. Her sculpted form is entirely nude, save for a carving of a generously sized necklace with a triumphant red pendant resting just above her bosom. She has generous perfect curves, an hourglass figure that most would swoon over. Her face is long and sharply aligned with aggressive eyes. Carved into them are ruby stones that seem to stare down at whatever figure tries to stare back as if demanding 'Kneel.' Her long hair covers her exposed breasts and further down her genitals.
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You take a deep breath as you continue past the statue. You are here for a reason.
[[Continue|Introduction 2]]
Past the statue, the cobblestone pathway leads directly to the Mansion's entrance. Before you, the monolithic building stands out triumphantly. Black obsidian pillars flank a massive mahogany doorway that is at least 15 feet high. From the exterior, you can make out a grand glass domed ballroom far to the east, a dining lounge with large windows to the west and at the center of the massive mansion, a tall ornate stone tower stands above all else. Truly, Meadows Mansion is the largest and most impressive estate on the Fantasia Campus.
As is school tradition, you need to visit the Mansion for at least 1 Headmaster Gala to graduate with honors in your Bachelor of Advanced Microscopic Science, or BAMS. These Galas are a closely guarded secret amongst the elite of Fantasia University, and to be accepted to one such event was an extreme honor. Some would wait years to receive their degrees. Being granted the honor to attend a Gala would essentially ensure one's own graduation. Fantasia graduates, only about 5% of the enrolling students, lead rich and fulfilling lives, able to mingle with the world's elite in any field they so desired.
For you, this was everything. Enjoying the festivities of the weekend long Gala, whatever they entailed, would be a sinch. Yet, there was a catch. Specifically outlined in your acceptance email to the Gala, the curator had demanded that you use your minimizing tech to shrink down to 2 inches tall for the Gala's festivities. Given your field, this was not uncommon for you. Many times you had offered to test various pharmaceuticals produced by the scientists in your field. You were well versed in the risks that could come. You had even found yourself in many unfortunate circumstances regarding accidental ingestion, yet always found a way to make it out of such events. Additionally, many other students from other faculties requested minimizing drugs from time to time for recreational purposes. You would be lying if you didn’t recount the multitude of times you profited by either selling said drugs or offering your minimized 'services' to various clientele.
Suffice it to say, you knew you would be in for some 'festivities' this weekend. And festivities there would be, as far off to the side parking lot you could make out a series of vehicles denoting all sorts of different event coordinators. It was going to be an interesting 72 hours.
Steeling yourself, you pop three minimizing pills (which would keep you shrunk and slightly durable for the next three days) and wait for the drug’s effects to take place.
[[Continue|Entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl]''//
You stand at the entranceway to Meadows Mansion. Stone pillars flank you on either side, grand mahogany doors mark the doorway to the estate.
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You'll never truly get used to the feeling of staring up at giants. The world from below is just so staggering along with the risks of being so tiny. You displace your anxiety and approach the Alt Girl.
The thin, slightly tanned girl leans against the door casually, still preoccupied with her phone. One untied black converse sneaker props her up while the other one is pressed disrespectfully against the ornate door. Without glancing away from the phone, her free left hand grabs a small toothpick from the tight jean shorts pocket. She idly picks at her teeth.
This girl is almost the complete opposite to the prim and proper guests you expected to be visiting Meadows Mansion. Yet, at the moment, she stands between you and the entrance and ultimately, a meeting with the Headmaster.
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You can wave and holler to get her [[attention]]. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
Or approach [[beneath her]]. Maybe there is a way under the door.
Alternatively, you could head over to the [[Creepy Girl]] instead.
=><=
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''{(link:"Alt Girl Checkpoint")[
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Game saved!
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''//
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
Swiftly, you are grabbed by the Alt Girl and brought upwards towards her face.
Your world spins about as you are hoisted from your previous position. The tight grip of the Alt Girl begins to loosen, eventually filling your prison with light. Before you, a set of unamused hazel eyes stare down at your tiny form. The face of the Alt Girl is round and petite, adorned with a lip ring and pencil thin eyebrows. Thin lines of makeup run across her eyes, given her gaze an almost cat like expression. The tootpick shifts around in her mouth from one side to the other. You notice a small gleam of light past her thin blue painted lips. A tongue piercing.
The Alt Girl snorts in disgust as you catch a glimpse of that tiny ball along her tongue as she begins to talk.
"Sheesh, Ms. Meduna didn't tell me tiny pervs would be scampering around here. I guess that's why they installed tiny trip lasers all over the place, for folks like you." She tosses her hair back in slight annoyance.
The Alt Girl then smiles coyly, sharp incisors gleaming as she notices your suprise.
"Oh ya, would be careful where you run.'
Her lips form a thin line, the hazel eyes glare down at you like a cat sizing up its prey.
"I take it you want into the Gala eh? Welp, do me a favor and MAYBE I'll let you in."
[[Continue|favor2.]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Underneath the Alt Girl]''//
With the Alt Girl distracted, you stride beneath her in hopes of getting past her unnoticed. Up ahead, you do in fact notice a small gap beneath the gigantic mahogany doors. You can slip [[underneath.]]
Pausing before you continue, you can't help but stare up at an angle; being tiny has its advantages. Far up above, her thin right tanned leg, that changes halfway up to a paler white, rests angled next to you while the left remains perched against the door. Bunched up, way too tightly, the daisy dukes hug the girl’s undercarriage. She has a small bottom and a generous thigh gap. Your heart begins to beat faster as you recall the many nights of fun you had at the university parties as a tiny 'dancer' and all the after-party fun that came with it.
You stifle the flutter in your chest as you shake your head.
Lowering your gaze, you notice the shoe leaning against the door comes suddenly crashing down next to you. The Alt Girl now has both legs angled against the floor with her butt resting against the door.
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You can let those desires get the better of you and [[climb her shoes]].
Or you can double back to get her attention from a [[safer distance|Alt Door Guard]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''//
Deceding to head directly past the Alt Girl, you sneak right past her and towards the gap between the mohagony doors. As you creep forwards, a blinding light flashes across your form and suddenly a small bell chimes from either side of the door. A trip laser, set at tiny height, was set to notify and all of potential intruders.
You here the footfalls of the giantess behind you before you turn around. Giant tan pillars of flesh flank you on either side, while farther above, the girl's tight daisy dukes hug her crotch firmly.
The Alt Girl smiles down, almost like a cat sizing up its prey.
##"Sup Pipsqueek."
[[Continue.|attention]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's Shoes]''//
With both feet now firmly planted on the ground, (until she decides to switch to the other leg), the Alt Girl's converse serves as the first barrier to climbing her thin legs. The black sneakers are in fairly good shape, yet you notice the right shoe's laces are undone. Both are climbable.
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[[Climb right shoe]].
[[Climb left shoe]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's RIGHT Shoe]''//
You decide to go with the right shoe, the foot that has been keeping her upright for the past while. You clamor over the rubber banding. Now on top of the front of the converse, you notice the undone laces in front of you within arm’s reach. Farther up the shoe, you can see the edge of her white socks peeking out.
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You can continue to [[climb up her leg|Launched]].
Or you can [[slip into the shoe]] itself, given its looseness.
Alternatively you could [[re-tie the shoelaces|Discovered Kind]].
Or you could [tie the shoelaces]<c1| together. This may make her trip if she moves.(text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:yellow)[(if: $shoelacestied is 'true') [You already tied the shoelaces together, they're too tight to undo now.]
(else:)[Deftly, you tie both sets of shoelaces together. Next time she moves, she'll be in for a trip! (set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))(set: $shoelacestied to 'true')]]]]
From here you could also [[climb back down|climb her shoes]].
Or jump over to the [[left shoe|Climb left shoe]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Alt Girl's LEFT Shoe]''//
You decide to go with the left shoe, the foot that has recently made its way to the ground. You clammor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse you notice the laces of this shoe are drawn tight, preventing any kind of entrance into its interior.
You decide to go with the left shoe, the foot that has recently made its way to the ground. You clamor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse you notice the laces of this shoe are drawn tight, preventing any kind of entrance into its interior.
(if: $stringA is 0) [(text-colour:yellow)[Additionally, a small piece of frayed lace lightly dangles off to the side. You pocket some of the string, could be useful later.] (set: $stringA to 1)]
(else:)[]
(if: $shoelacestied is 'true') [(set: $greenbad to 'true')All too suddenly, her right leg begins to shift. It appears her leg has finally grown tired and begins to move towards the door. However, with the shoes tied together, the Alt Girl begins to lift her foot to move and instead is taken unawares as the laces pull taught together and come undone, causing her to fall forward.
##"Huh? Wha-?!"
The world about you tilts as the giantess begins to sail downwards. Thinking quickly, you jump off the calf towards the ground before the Alt Girl collides with the floor.
##(text-style:"rumble")[THOOM!]
The giantess falls face forward, arms outstretched towards the floor with a loud crash. She groans, not expecting to meet the ground so suddenly. You yourself tuck and roll to the ground; a fall not uncommon for you when minimized.
From here, you can [[head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]].
Or try and [[get closer to the giantess]] now that she's prone.]
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(else:)[You can continue to [[climb up her leg.|Alt Girl Leg]]
From here you could also [[climb back down|climb her shoes]].
Or jump over to the [[right shoe.|Climb right shoe]].]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''//
Swiftly, you are grabbed by the Alt Girl and brought upwards towards her face.
Your world spins about as you are hoisted from your previous position. The tight grip of the Alt Girl begins to loosen, eventually filling your prison with light. Before you, a set of unamused hazel eyes stare down at your tiny form. The face of the Alt Girl is round and petite, adorned with a lip ring and pencil thin eyebrows. Thin lines of makeup run across her eyes, giving her gaze an almost cat-like expression. The toothpick shifts around in her mouth from one side to the other. You notice a small gleam of light past her thin blue painted lips. A tongue piercing.
The Alt Girl snorts in disgust as you catch a glimpse of that tiny ball along her tongue as she begins to talk.
"Sheesh, Ms. Meduna did tell me tiny’s would be sneaking about, but not tiny PERVS. I guess that's why they installed tiny trip lasers all over the place, for folks like you." She tosses her hair back in slight annoyance.
The Alt Girl then smiles coyly, sharp incisors gleaming as she notices your surprise.
"Oh ya, would be careful where you run.'
Her lips form a thin line, the hazel eyes glare down at you like a cat sizing up its prey.
"I take it you want into the Gala eh? Welp, do me a favor and MAYBE I'll let you in."
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[(text-colour:green)[[[Ask about Ms. Meduna]<c1|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)["Oh? You didn't know? All three headmistresses are here tonight along with the dean herself Ms. Meadows. Better be on your best behavior.” You recall the statues from earlier, could those be depictions of your other headmistresses?]]]
[[Continue|favor2.]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Inside the Alt Girl's RIGHT Shoe]''//
Like many times before, you fall prey to your desires. Either through curiosity or lust, you can't help but indulge in the temptation of digging deeper into the Alt Girl's converse. Approaching the lip of the shoe, you gently pull the barrier back as a waft of musty air assails your senses from within. You pull yourself inwards. It's a snug fit, nestled between the top of the girl's foot and the shoe as you shimmy your way further downwards. As you crawl, the dampness of the environment sticks to your clothing. The heat has also increased and sweat both from the Alt Girl's foot and your own body, saturates every inch of you. As you surge closer towards the toes, the tightness of the environment threatens to crush you.
Eventually, you reach the end of the Alt Girl's foot. From here, the smell is immensely concentrated. You surmise that the scent originates from between her toes. You can only imagine how potent the odor would be if not for the sock barrier. From here, you have some choices.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Inspect Toes]<c1|
[Lick Feet]<c2|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to shimmy about the end of the Alt Girl's sock. You notice a small tear at the bottom, exposing creamy white skin. Here, you can just make out the bottom of her big toe. Painted blue nails, manicured fairly well, adorn the top of the digit. The hole, unfortunately, is too small to enter.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Unable to resist your temptations, you caress the top of the girl's foot with your extended tongue. An explosion of intense flavor fills your mouth, a horrid mix of sour body odor and salty sweat. Your tongue swiftly begins to dry out. Although the sock is slightly damp from the Alt Girl's sweat, the fibers mat and build up against your tongue over time.]]
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(after:30s)[Eventually, your chamber begins to stir and the right foot shifts and moves abruptly. Your world turns upside down as you are thrown and wedged between the front end of the girl’s foot. Crushing weight presses against you as the toes wiggle against your form curiously. As if sensing your presence, the big toe shifts and pins you directly against the end of the converse. You struggle to breathe, as the lack of oxygen in the stifling environment and the pressure from the Alt Girl's aggressive big toe threatens to suffocate you. Then, you see the light. Death? No, the top of the shoe opens up as a pair of baby blue painted nails pinch you firmly, yanking you out and upwards. ]
(after:35s)[[[Continue|Discovered Alt Girl]](text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[A Kind Discovery]''//
The palm begins to unfurl and before you, the gleaming eyes of the Alt Girl stare back at you curiously. You stare back at her, navy blue hair casting a shadow over one of her eyes. The face of the Alt Girl is round and petite, adorned with a lip ring and pencil thin eyebrows. Thin lines of makeup run across her eyes, giving her gaze an almost cat like expression. The toothpick shifts around in her mouth from one side to the other. You notice a small gleam of light past her thin glossy lips. A tongue piercing. She smiles widely as she begins to speak.
"Aha, a tiny Pipsqueak! You're the little thing responsible for helping me out, aren't you?"
You shrug sheepishly.
"Don't be so coy now! Name's Beth by the way. I usually gotta deal with little creeps running around here all the time, Ms. Meduna said lots of you were around tonight at the Gala." The Girl looks annoyed off to the side.
"Either way, entering the Gala won’t do you any good without a bronze bracelet."
You recall the green bracelet wrapped around your wrist.
"Ya that won’t do you any good. If any of the patrons catch you running around inside without a bronze bracelet on, then you'll need to do them some favors, lest they report you to the mistresses, or worse...
You shudder, no one told you at all that you would need further certification to enter the gala. What kind of event was this really?
"Still, you at least have a green bracelet, which means you would be able to enter the premises safely without all sorts of bells and whistles going off. It's a very exclusive and private event after all. I simply came out here for a smoke but, turns out-"
Beth rummages through her pockets to reveal a crumpled pack of cigarettes.
"All out."
Beth peers over towards the bushes out front, trying to lock onto the Creepy Girl you saw from earlier.
"Hmm, seems Agatha finally found her glasses, she can get a bit loopy without them. Sorry, I'm rambling now, the clientele isn’t really my style, I'm just here for my diploma. Say what, you were so nice to me earlier, want the extra bronze bracelet I got? That or you can try and see how long you last with just the green one." Beth then places you on the ground.
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Accept Beth's offer and take the [[bronze bracelet.]]
[[Head inside|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]] with just the green bracelet.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's RIGHT Leg]''//
You trek up and past the shoe and begin your climb up the slim tanned right leg of the Alt Girl. Small tiny hairs, stubble from a late shave, line the ridges of the girl's thin legs. You use these grabbing points to help with your ascent. Given the angle, you make your way up to just below her knee.
(if: $shoelacestied is 'true') [(set: $greenbad to 'true')All too suddenly, her right leg begins to shift. It appears her leg has finally grown tired and begins to move towards the door. However, with the shoes tied together, the Alt Girl begins to lift her foot to move and instead is taken unawares as the laces pull taught together and come undone, causing her to fall forward.
##"Huh? Wha-?!"
The world about you tilts as the giantess begins to sail downwards. Thinking quickly, you jump off the calf towards the ground before the Alt Girl collides with the floor.
##(text-style:"rumble")[THOOM!]
The giantess falls face forward, arms outstretched towards the floor with a loud crash. She groans, not expecting to meet the ground so suddenly. You yourself tuck and roll to the ground; a fall not uncommon for you when minimized.
From here, you can [[head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]].
Or try and [[get closer to the giantess]] now that she's prone.]
(else:)[All too suddenly, her right leg begins to shift. It appears her right leg has finally grown tired and begins to move towards the door. As the leg begins to tilt, the angle becomes sheer and then completely flipped. You hold dearly on to the stubble, beneath you a long drop to the ground would surely do some damage. Your grasp begins to slip, yet all that tugging seems to have garnered the Giantess' attention.
##"Huh? What the hell is yanking on my shin?"
You grit your teeth and can no longer hold on as the Alt Girl begins to shift. You grasp loosens and then, you fall...into a surprisingly plush surface? Around you, thin digits painted with baby blue nail polish collapse around you tight, as you are snatched and drawn upwards.
[[Continue.|Discovered Alt Girl]] ]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's LEFT Leg]''//
You trek up and past the shoe and begin your climb up the slim tanned left leg of the Alt Girl. Small tiny hairs, stubble from a late shave, line the ridges of the girl's thin legs. You use these grabbing points to help with your ascent. Given the angle, you make your way up to just below her knee.
Passing over the knobby bone, you now notice the skin begin to take on a lighter tone, as you notice the distinct tan line before you. The skin along her upper thigh is much smoother and supple. It seems like the Alt Girl keeps her more tender parts shaved regularly.
The ascent becomes even steeper as you eventually reach the edge of her daisy dukes. Your heart begins to flutter as you make out a small gap in the edge of the short shorts. Staring behind you, the slope back downwards is still traversable, yet if you enter the shorts, it may be difficult to get out given their skin tight nature.
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You can enter the daisy dukes from the [[front|Front Daisy Dukes]].
Or you can head to the [[back|Scratch Caught]]
Alternatively, you can slip back down to the [[left shoe|Climb left shoe]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Apologize]''//
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
You profusely apologize for your actions. Sometimes, you can't help but succumb to these urges and try and explain it all to the Alt Girl. Her eyes roll, hearing you rhyme off your grievances. She lets out a sigh. Doing so, you catch a glimpse of a flashing bobble tongue piercing on her tongue. Maybe if you didn't tell the truth, you would get more acquainted with that piece of jewelry, and potentially what lies beyond it as well.
"Ya ya, ok save it Pipsqueak. That's enough."
The fingers holding onto you become less aggressive as her palm unfurls allowing you to comfortably stand upon the surprisingly tender flesh. You can smell her lavender hand cream.
"Listen, Ms. Meduna said that tinies would be sneaking around the place; I assume it's part of the Headmistresses festivities for the evening. Not that I really care for it..." The Alt Girl looks off to the side.
"Either way, just waltzing past the front door now won’t do you any good without a bronze bracelet."
You recall the green bracelet wrapped around your wrist.
"Ya that won’t do you any good. If any of the patrons catch you running around inside without a bronze bracelet on, then you'll need to do them some favors, lest they report you to the mistresses, or worse...
You shudder, no one told you at all that you would need further certification to enter the Gala. What kind of event was this really?
"Still, you at least have a green bracelet, which means you would be able to enter the premises safely without all sorts of bells and whistles going off. It's a very exclusive and private event after all. I simply came out here for a smoke but, turns out-"
The Alt Girl rummages through her pockets to reveal a crumpled pack of cigarettes.
"All out."
"Anywho, if you weren't such a prick, I would have given you my spare bronze bracelet that Ms. Meduna gave to me. She said reward it to any WELL BEHAVED tinies that I find scurrying around."
You blush.
"Ya, not you Pipsqueak. But I'm a nice giantess, unlike some of the other girls around here."
The Alt Girl peers over towards the bushes out front, trying to lock onto the Creepy Girl you saw from earlier.
"Hmm, seems Agatha finally found her glasses, she can get a bit loopy without them. Sorry, I'm rambling now, this clientele isn’t really my style, I'm just here for my diploma. Say what, how’s about you do me a favor and I'll give you that bronze bracelet? That or you can try and see how long you last with just the green one.
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Accept the offer to do the Alt Girl a [[favor.]](text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
[[Head inside|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]] with just the green bracelet.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Lie]''//
(set: $greenbad to 'true')
You begin to ramble on about some lame excuse of getting caught and slipping into the dark recesses of the Alt Girl's most private places. All through this, the girl can smell bullshit and merely rolls her eyes at you lame excuse.
"Ya ya, ok that’s enough Pipsqueak, I've heard that story many times before from the other creeps that indulge in minimizing drugs. Seems like you're no different than the rest."
Doesn't matter to you though, ultimately you got to experience a grand old time whilst this Alt Girl was wholly unaware.
"Here."
The Alt Girl places you down promptly in front of the mahogany doors, past a thin barely noticeable trip laser. She talks down to you now, both physically and subjectively.
"All green bands are given entrance to the Main Floor of the mansion without any kind of alarms going off but unable to access the upper floors. You'll need a VIP silver band for that. A bronze band would have also done you good, as it offers you free passage along the main floor, AKA, no one will really fuck with you. I would wish you luck Pipsqueak, but knowing your antics, it'll probably run out soon enough with the more vicious patrons."
She opens the doors for you and walks through ahead. With the twirl of blue hair, she calls back to you before leaving.
"By the way, name's Beth. Bring me a cig if you wanna apologize for your bullshit."
The last you see is a pair of tight daisy dukes sauntering forward, her pert behind lost amongst the bustle of the Mansion's entrance.
[[Continue Forward.|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Admitting What You Did]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Almost proud, you scoff admitting what you did and that you would do it time and time again. Stuck up people like this Alt girl need to be told the truth and let go every once and a while.
Expecting the girl to scowl or shout back in anger, instead, the thin blue lips part, revealing a devilish grin. You notice your reflection in her sharp white incisors. Your facade falters for a brief moment as a twinge of fear surges up your spine.
"Oh, cool! So, you're just admitting to being an asshole without apologizing then? God, I also love being uncaring without apologizing too!" Mocks the Alt Girl.
"In fact, I love it sooo much that I think I'll also indulge in a desire of mine!"
Slowly, the wolfish grin of the Alt Girl begins to part. Strands of thick saliva bend as a muggy breath of air shoots out from the back of her maw, snapping some of the strands of spittle. At the center of her tongue, a chrome ball rests nestled in the appendage. Mouth agape, the Alt Girl announces her next words in a breathy emphasized tone, keeping her mouth agape through the process.
"I find that shitty people like you actually have quite the sweet taste! And at such a small bite size, I could get all that taste in just one...single...GULP!"
The back of her throat flexes as she gulps down a growing puddle of spit.
Your blood runs cold as you immediately realize that this Alt Girl intends to swallow you whole! Certainly not an uncommon practice amongst the most edgy party goers, but certainly something you would hope to avoid.
Her head tilts back, forming a passage directly downwards into the dark pit of her throat. The archway flexes once more as the Alt Girl ushers forth your final goodbye.
"See ya later Pipsqueak, maybe next time decide against being such a stuck up jerk!"
Suddenly, the fingers let go of you as you tumble downwards into the sweltering maw...
[[Continue|Beth Mouth]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl's Maw]''//
##SPLAT
You land abruptly onto a slimy sticky surface, the Giant Alt Girl's tongue. You orient yourself towards the maw's entrance, the lips slowly tilting upwards into a smile from within. The tongue then bucks beneath you, ushering you towards the center where the silver tongue piercing rests.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[Inspect Tongue Piercing]<c1|
[Grab Tongue Piercing]<c2|]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The metal ball twinges with specks of light and spittle alike. A metal rod affixes the piercing to her tongue. It looks slippery.]]
(click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You grab onto the tongue piercing with little success. The spittle creates an impossibly slick surface.]]
(if: $stringA is 1)[(text-colour:yellow)[ [Tie String to Piercing]<c3|]]
(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You recall the string you found earlier and hastily tie it onto the tongue piercing. Hopefully it's enough to prevent you from entering this ravenous girl's digestive system...]]
(if: $stringA is 0)[The tumultuous chamber shifts about restlessly as saliva begins to build up within the chamber. The dampness seeps into your clothes, slipping you further back towards the dark pit behind you. A rumbling groan emanates from the undulating throat, a moan of pleasure as the Alt Girl's tastebuds rub against your form. The slick surface becomes bumpier as you near the precipice of the esophagus. Beneath, her throat flexes, her epiglottis closing off her windpipe to reveal the pulsing tube that leads towards her ravenous stomach. Then, the chamber closes about you tightly yet the light from her open maw remains. Seems as though the Alt Girl is trying to swallow you with her mouth agape. Your body is tightened and then drawn downwards with a swift GLP! [[Continue Downwards.|Alt Girl Stomach]]]
(if: $stringA is 1)[You pass into her pulsing esophagus, ushered down only an inch before the string about you grows taught! [[Continue Upwards.|Caught in Throat]]]
(set: $WithAgatha to 'true')
(set: $key to 'false')
Agatha’s eyes light up when you offer to go along with her. Despite your brief encounter with the frazzled girl, you decide that getting into her good books could prove valuable later.
“Awesome!” Beams Agatha, as she jumps up and down excitedly, her breasts barely contained within her graphic T-shirt. The movement within her palm threatens to knock you unconscious. The battering thankfully comes to a halt, Agatha unfurling her fingers looking apologetic once more.
“Ooops sorry! Hehe…” Hopefully you made the right choice.
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Clasping you somewhat more carefully now, the giantess holds you behind her back within both hands, pressed slightly against her lower back. She walks up towards the mahogany doorway to chat with the Alt Guard. You can make out from the soft muffled prison the conversation.
“Hey Beth! Whachya doing?”
The Alt Girl grumbles in response. “Trying to not die of boredom out here keeping an eye out for tiny pipsqueaks. My prof Mistress Meduna said to give out some bronze bands to any ‘well behaved’ students from the B.A.M.S. program. Without them, apparently any minimized students will get kicked out of the Gala, or worse. Her words, not mine. Weird I know.” Beth then quizzically asks. “Hey, isn’t your partner part of that program too? Aren’t they helping out with your show tonight?”
Agatha shuffles about, the soft fleshy chamber of her palms slightly dampening with sweat.
“Oh ya, haha, Logan. They um, said they were gonna meet me inside later on. The two of us TOTALLY didn’t get in a fight or anything, heh…”
From Beth you hear a ‘convinced’, “Mhm, ok Agatha. Well, if you find them inside, did you want a bronze bracelet for Logan if they didn’t have one already? I got a ton after all.”
This could be your chance to procure a bronze bracelet, it could come in useful later on.
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[[Tap Agatha’s palms assuredly]] confirming your need for the bracelet.
[[Stay still]], you’d rather go about the Gala without a handout from someone else. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl Shorts Front]''//
You decide to head under the front portion of her shorts, slipping gingerly beneath the denim fabric layer. Now within the tight confines of her daisy dukes, you stare farther upwards towards a breathtaking sight. A simple black thong sits snuggly between the thin crotch. Along the panty line, tiny black specs of shaven stubble dot the perimeter of the thong's edge. Farther towards the middle of her thong, a crease within the fabric denotes the outline of her pussy. Your heart begins to thump in your chest as you think of the possibilities.
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Fearing the consequences of snooping about, you can [[attempt to leave|Discovered Alt Girl]] by shimmying back downwards.
(text-colour:magenta)
[Part Thong]<c3|
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You carefully part the innermost portion of the thong. It does take some effort, given that the garment is nestled tightly against the girls outter labia. As you peel back the fabric, a small supple layer of pink, which you know is the exterior of her pussy, comes into sight. But before you can pull the thong aside any further, the chamber around you jolts suddenly. A whirlwind of movement occurs and you are tossed about... [[Continue.|Decimation]] ]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Scratching Risks]''//
Despite the difficult angle, you attempt to climb into the back end of the Alt Girl's daisy dukes. As you shimmy your way around the lip of the shorts, you can't help but notice the girl's pert behind pressed tightly against the mohagony door. Although she does not have a large ass by any means, the pressure of both the door and the tight shorts causes the cheeks to bulge out against the denimn fabric. Crease lines form in the skin from the constant pressure, leaving behind tiny red lines. As you cross the threshold of one of these lines you reach a small opening that gives you a brief view into the rear of the Alt girl's shorts. Up above, you witness a swath of pale white flesh and a small tight crease. Inside the crease, a black band of cloth barely sticks out between the cheeks. It seems as though this girl is wearing a thong, most likely due to the tightness and small fit of the daisy dukes.
You begin to pull yourself forward when you suddenly feel the Alt Girl shift from her leaning position against the door.
"Ugh, these shorts are way too tight on me, I shouldn't have understimated my size..."
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that the Alt Girl is once more going for another butt scratch, her left hand headed straight for you!
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You can [[stay still]]. Maybe she wont feel you.
Or you can try and [[pull yourself into the shorts quickly]].
Alternatively, you can try and [[slip down her leg and towards the ground]]. Although it could be risky...//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stay Still]''//
You decide to stay absolutely still in hopes that the previous irritation of the tight shorts masks your presence. Slowly, the baby blue painted nails of the Alt Girl appear, poised to itch directly beside you where the red lines of irritation lay. Gingerly, the girl scratches the itchy spot letting out a satisfied sigh, fingers missing you entirely. You sigh in unison with the girl.
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You do notice other lines further up past the tight band of the daisy dukes too. Perhaps you could [[do the girl a favor]] and scratch these lines as well?
Or you can let your temptations surge forth, and [[climb into the back of her shorts]] fully now that she is distracted.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''//
With no time to waste, you quickly attempt to pull yourself upwards into the daisy dukes of the Alt Girl. However, in doing so, it seems like your actions have caused more irritation than the tightness of the shorts themselves. The hand hesitates for a moment before surging directly at you!
"Hey, what the?! Something is trying to get into my shorts!"
As the alt girl calls out, you barely get your upper torso past the lip of the shorts before you feel two tight appendages latch onto your legs. You are pulled away from the interior of the shorts and moved about swiftly in the palm of the Alt Girl...
[[Continue|Discovered Alt Girl]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Jump Escape]''//
You don't want to risk getting caught up in the Alt Girls absent minded scratching, so with a leap of faith, you jump towards the front of her thigh. Thankfully, with years of practice at a minimized scale climbing various surfaces and obstacles, you land on top of her thin thigh and begin your swift descent downwards. Higher above, the girl begins to scratch lightly at her bum, letting out a satisfied sigh. Whilst she is distracted, you continue to slide down to her shin relatively unnoticed. Surging past the shoe, you skid across the stone ground. A couple of scrapes, but you dust yourself off, now once more at the Mansion's entrance.
[[Continue|Alt Door Guard]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Do Her a Favor]''//
You pull yourself up towards the irritated spot that is too far out of reach for the Alt Girl. With your tiny hands poised, you begin to scratch generously at the location. Set at the base of her bum cheeks, you press your nails into the spot and scratch with fervor. The flesh is pliant and smooth, slightly cold to the touch as well. Eventually, your actions do not go unnoticed.
"Ooooh ya that’s the…"
##(text-style:"sway")[“SPOT!”]
The Alt Girl moans in satisfaction above you slowly grinding her rear against the door in rhythmic motions. It's clear that she is really enjoying this. Yet, all too soon the fun comes to a stop as a sudden realization hits the Alt Girl.
"Wait a second...what the...?"
Her body stops and goes rigid, then two hands come towards your spot too suddenly for you to react. The palms wrap you up gently as you are slowly and carefully brought up towards a higher position...
[[Continue|Discovered Kind]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl Shorts Rear]''//
You cannot help but miss the chance to peruse an Alt Girl's tight daisy dukes from the back. Carefully, you hoist yourself inwards past the lip of the shorts.
Within, the denim shorts are so tight that it is quite easy to maneuver about the interior. You can see the vastness of the Alt Girls tight left butt cheek. Tiny goosebumps form along the cool surface and wispy blonde, near invisible, hairs dot the surface. The scent is fresh, smelling lightly of lilac detergent.
Farther up, a thin band of black marks the thong underwear that slips gently into the divide between her cheeks. The simple black thong spans out into a generous whale tail that you notice pokes up beyond the top of the shorts.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[Smell Butt Cheek]<c1|
[Lick Butt Cheek]<c2|]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The cheek is soft and lightly fragrant. The notes are floral in nature. Maybe she dabbed some perfume on her shorts or butt?]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The cheek is immeasurably cool. The skin, exceedingly smooth as well. After you lick, the tight flesh bounces back into position rather swiftly.]]
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From here you can [[venture towards the Alt Girl's crack]] to get a better look at the thong.
Or you can try and [[climb upwards]] towards the top of the shorts.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl Shorts Rear]''//
You swiftly scale the interior of the Alt Girl’s left butt cheek, given the support the daisy dukes offer from their tightness. Yet, your eagerness to climb up and over may have gotten the better of you. Eventually, your movements cause the Alt Girl to stir! She lifts away from the door, causing your chambers to loosen slightly. Caught off guard, you slip downwards towards the bottom off the shorts into a small opening to the outside world. Two fingers are poised to catch you as you descend...
[[Continue|Discovered Alt Girl]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl's Ass]''//
You decide to move along the left butt cheek of the Alt Girl towards the center crease of her butt. You don't have to travel far, given her cheeks are on the small size. As you near the center, the tightness of the flesh begins to soften until the left cheek dips down into a thin divided line. Between the line, the black band of the Alt Girl's thong rests lightly nestled between the pale white globes of flesh. The thong band is set in a way to hide any sight the Alt Girl's private parts. No wedgie whatsoever. You figure the thong is fit more for function as opposed to style. Nevertheless, you have some ideas.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Thong]<c1|
[Lick Thong]<c2|
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The scent is only slightly musty, given the constrictive surroundings. Yet, there is still a tinge of clean fragrance. The underwear is definitely washed often and well.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The black elastic band tastes soapy. The dampness of your tongue dries out from the lick.]]
[Part Thong]<c3|]]
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You carefully part the innermost portion of the thong. It doesn't take much effort, given that the garment is already loosely draped across the cleft and not wedged deep between them. Heat radiates around the center of her thong where you surmise her asshole must be. As you peel back the fabric, a small folded brown line, which you know is the exterior of her anus, comes into sight. But before you can pull the thong aside any further, the chamber around you jolts suddenly. A whirlwind of movement occurs and you are tossed about... [[Continue.|Decimation]] ]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Launched]''//
##(text-style:"rumble")["WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT"?!]
Suddenly, you are pulled outwards from your previous position roughly by two swift digits. You nearly pass out from the quick movement, momentum whirling you through the air, g forces causing the blood within your body to spin about from head to toe. The motion then comes to a stop, and you are met with the round, piercing studded face of the Alt Girl. Her hazel eyes glare down at you menacingly whilst a sinister sneer is painted across her mouth in disgust.
"YOU FUCKING CREEP! Ms. Meduna told me to watch out for tiny's but she didn't say they would try to slip into my underwear!"
You attempt to defend yourself as you begin to speak but are immediately cut off.
"UGH! I hate it when they do things like that!"
The sharp hold the Alt Girl has on you changes into a vice gripped squeeze. You are balled up in her fist, the outside world going fading to darkness. You feel your chamber lurch for a moment and then...
"Fuck...YOU!”
The world opens up, you've been thrown, far. Farther than is survivable as you swirl through the air down the driveway of the manor. The last thing you see before contacting with the pavement is the image of the Alt Girl cleaning off her palms with a sanitizing gel.
"Goddamn creeps...no respect for a woman's privacy..."
(The Alt Girl is very particular with nudity!)
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Or return to [[Start]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Get Closer]''//
You begin to walk up to the giantess when you all too suddenly realize the error in staying behind at the scene of the crime.
Lying face down, face and hands scuffed albeit slightly bruised, the Alt Girl looks down towards her feet while turning over.
"What the hell? Something tied my laces together?"
Looking past the tied shoes, the giantess' eyes immediately lock onto you. You panic, unsure of whether to run or stay still. At ground level with the massive girl now angrily glaring at you, there is little chance of escape given the distance between the two of you. Seems like you missed your chance to run.
Outstretched arms reach towards you, clasping down upon your body firmly. Still lying down, the Alt Girl pulls you towards her sneering face, cheeks red in a mix of embarrassment and anger.
"You...you motherfucker you tied my laces together and made me trip!"
[[Apologize and tell the truth]], you let silly urges get the better of you. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
[[Admit what you did]]. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Enter Meadows Manor]''//
With the Alt Girl dealt with, you make it underneath the gap of the mahogany doors, walking past to bear witness to the entrance of Meadow's Manor...
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[[Continue.]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Time for a Favor]''//
You can't see the harm in doing this girl a favor. She seems rational for the most part, so you decide to play along.
"Awesome!" The Alt Girl smirks. "Name's Beth by the way. Since we're pals now, I'll give ya a choice of how you can repay me for your sneaky actions from early. Heck, you'll probably like some of em given your antics so far."
Beth chuckles as she shifts about, leaning her left foot against the door. The right one rests untied against the floor.
"You got three choices Pipsqueak. One involves my shoe." She points down to the undone laces. "Another involves this little toothpick here." She twirls about a chewed-on toothpick between her fingers. "And last well, involves a lil pain in my ass." She smirks again, eyes gazing down at you as if daring you to ask what that exactly means. Beth does not move or motion to what this favor means.
"So, what's it gonna be Pipsqueak?"
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[[Go with the Shoe.]]
[[Go with the Tootphick]]
[[Shrug and go with "Pain in the Ass?"]]
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Parting Ways]''//
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You decide to go it alone instead. You still can't be certain if you can truly trust the girl with a tiny cage hanging around her neck just yet.
"Okie! No worries lil fella. I'll see ya around then, be sure to check out Illusions and Spectacles later tonight, it's gonna be a lot of fun!"
Agatha sets you down gently into the grass. The giantess raises back up to her full height, demeanor now bubbly and excitable, a stark contrast from her earlier more sadistic nature...
With a wave, Agatha spins about and heads towards the front door. A skip in her step, black skirt twirling about, flashing just a glimpse of the pink panties beneath.
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Caught in Her Throat]''//
It worked! The string holds firm as you now hang stationary within the tight chamber. You hold on dearly as the Alt Girl's swallows attempt to send you deeper towards your digestive fate.
##GLP!
##GLP!
##"Ugh, go down already Pipsqueak!"
With each swallow, the chamber squeezes, and pulses around your tiny form. Below, the tight tube undulates with each motion and farther down you can see her cardiac sphincter dilate open briefly, giving you glimpses of the bubbling cauldron that is her awaiting stomach. Above you, the taught string holds on dearly. You are given glimpses of the light above with each swallow as well as the rear of her throat. The uvula bobs each time she attempts to send you deeper.
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Acting swiftly, you can climb up the rope and [[irritate her uvula.]]
Or, you can [[accept your fate|Alt Girl Stomach]] and let go. Being a meal for this Giantess may not be so bad...
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl Stomach]''//
##GLP!
##GLP!
###(text-style:"sway")[GLmmm...]
Swallowed.
The pulsing walls of the Alt Girl's esophagus hug you tightly on either side as you are ushered towards her stomach. The tube opens beneath your feet before restricting your body once more, peristaltic motions moving you periodically. Soon, the thrumming of her heart fills your ears before slowly being replaced by a cacophonous rumble from deeper below.
As you stare downwards, in the dim darkness, a tiny knot of flesh lies a couple feet beneath you as you remain stationary within the throat between bouts of peristalsis. The knot then dilates as a rush of muggy stale air rushes past you before the hole closes once more. Farther above, the giantess reacts to the sudden depressurization of her stomach.
##(text-style:"buoy")[UURP!]
##"Excuse me!"
Then, your feet hit the flexing cardiac sphincter as you are squeezed tightly into her belly.
There is a short freefall before you land within a swampy mire of thin liquid. Acrid stinging fluid, tinged with the heady scent of liquor fills your nostrils as you stare about the alien chamber you now find yourself within. All around you, pulsating ridges of pink move about, churning in rhythmic motions, intent on one goal: digestion. The sphincter above you is far out of reach, whilst the only other exit to this chamber is submerged deep beneath a lake of stinging acidic fluid. It appears the Alt Girl's stomach is mostly empty, yet now with a single occupant, the space gurgles loudly, readying for digestion.
Suddenly, there is a loud thrumming sound from outside your organic chamber.
##(text-style:"blink")[THMP! THMP!]
##"Sorry Pipsqueak! Maybe next time try not being such a douchebag to someone you just met, and then maybe you won’t end up as an appetizer. Ahehe."
The parting words of the Alt Girl resonate within the stomach, seemingly coming from all around you at once. Your eyes burn and sting as you try and wrack your brain for any opportunity to escape, yet unfortunately, little comes to mind...
(text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|]
[]<c5|
(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting this girl's stomach. After a couple of minutes, you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the Alt Girl reverberate around you, slightly muffled.]
##(text-style:,"blur")["That's not gonna work Pipsqueak, I got a strong stomach. Sit still, you'll be slop in no time."]]
(click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the stinging pool of liquid at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the acid you quickly locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength yet are unable to make an opening. Resurfacing, your eyes sting and burn as your skin begins to tingle red hot. Better not try that again...]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is far out of reach, periodically it opens a smidge to let out a tiny bit of your precious breathable air. Small airy burps can be heard from farther above...]]
Having tried what you can, you can simply [[accept your fate|Accept Fait2]] as an appetizer for the Alt Girl.
Or possibly, you could try and hold on for just a bit longer...
(after:45s)[[[Continue|Beth Regurgitation]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested]''//
You lie back into the stinging pool of alcoholic acid. The thumping sounds of the Alt Girl's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fate…
Muffled sounds of the Alt Girl murmuring to herself as she stifles stray belches reverberate your chamber. Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the girl's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor.
###''"BURP! Serves them right..."
''
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Caught in Her Throat]''//
You refuse to be just another appetizer for this girl you just met. Too many times before you've been nearly swallowed, but every time you manage to just barely escape certain doom. You plan on keeping that record perfect.
Clinging onto your one lifeline, you heave yourself upwards, arms screaming, slick with both your sweat and her saliva. But ultimately, you push past the resisting throat flesh to arrive just below her dangling uvula. You have only a moment before she tries to swallow you down once more...
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[[Swat at her uvula]], make the Alt Girl regret swallowing you. (text-colour:orange)[(+2 Chaos)]
Or, [[give up|Alt Girl Stomach]], you're too tired.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Escape!]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+2))
You strike the uvula with all your might! Your actions do not go unnoticed.
##(text-style:"shudder")[HACK! "UGH"!]
The chamber around you squeezes impossibly tight. A whirlwind of force jettisons behind you as the Alt Girl begins to cough. You let go of the string that narrowly saved your life as you sail through the air towards the light of freedom.
"Ugh...What the hell...Oh I don't feel so goo-"
##(text-style:"shudder")[BLEH!!]
You land in front of the door, minor scrapes, and bruises aplenty as you orient yourself. The cacophony of the Alt Girl retching behind you is a great send off as you race towards the doors of the manor.
"Fucking Pipsqueak! I'll find you in there, you'll regret fucking around with ME!"
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
A melody of strings and brass serenade elegantly off in the distance. Warm lighting fills the rose hued hall, originating from a gallant chandelier high up above. And the rich warm scent of sandalwood completes the trifecta of elegance that Meadows Mansion’s foyer exudes to the entrant. Elegant, rich, powerful. You find yourself amongst the halls of the elite. Fantasia University, in all its glory and extravagance, pales in comparison to the interior architecture you now bear witness to within the walls of Headmaster Meadows’ very own mansion.
Passing through the grand arches of the mahogany doorway, the foyer of the mansion is full of occupants from various faculties. You duck towards the walls off to the side, daring to embark into the crowd at the center of the foyer would be suicide at your scale. Curiously, you notice other students from your very own faculty doing the very same. You, the other shrunken students, and faculty amongst the crowd are all here for one reason. To graduate. All your studies up to this point, the glory, status, and glamor that you could achieve with a BA in your field. All of it came down to the events that would transpire this very weekend, regardless of how uncouth they may be. You are ready.
The velvety red carpet beneath your feet trails up towards a grand staircase. The stairs branch off into two paths leading up to the 2nd floor, conjoining once more together to meet at a single coal black double door at the top. A woman dressed in a vermillion suit, with fiery red hair to match, stands alert at the base of the stairs. Her body is fit and toned, and holstered at her side seems to be a firearm. Resting upon her brow is a set of deep crimson shades. Her disposition is stern and serious.
The ambient chatter within the hall instantly ceases when the shadowy door at the top begins to open. A pale figure emerges from the shadows beyond. Slowly, the warm light from the chandelier reveals the figure to be none other than the Headmistress herself.
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(text-colour:yellow)[Checkpoint Passcode Unlocked! "Foyer Fiasco"]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Shoe Favor]''//
You decide that the other two options might be a little too risky for your tastes. Given your experience being tiny from time to time, you know how feisty Giantesses can get when it comes to oral fixations. And pain in the ass? Ya no thanks.
"Cool!" Smiles Beth as she leans forward from her slouch against the door.
Stepping forward, thrumming booms echo out near you as the monolithic girl approaches. Her titanic steps come to a halt; two massive jet-black shoes flank you on either side. Simple white socks peak up from either side of her ankles. Relatively speaking, as far as shoes go, Beth's are fairly clean.
"Ok Pipsqueak, listen up. You're to tie up my loose laces. I can't be bothered to do it myself. See I gotta pay attention, any moment little twerps like you could be sneaking around without me knowing." She raises an eyebrow looking down at you.
"Do it quick and were settled, but don't stall."
She rustles around in her pocket for her phone, idly picking her teeth with the toothpick in her free hand.
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[[Continue|Aware Shoe]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Toothpick Favor]''//
You point towards the toothpick. The tool could prove useful later and maybe if you choose this object, she'll let you keep it.
"Oh, awesome choice! Ok so listen up Pipsqueak, here's the favor."
Slowly, Beth brings you up towards her thin glossy lips. Slowly, the lips part revealing a damp and unsettling crimson world. You are greeted with her undulating tongue, housing an impressive silver tongue piercing that bobs about periodically. You follow the ridges at the top of her palate towards the back of her maw where her small flexing uvula sits. The dark hole at the back wafts forwards a rush of hot steamy air as Beth begins to speak with her mouth agape.
"Loo here!" She points with her spare hand to her back molars.
"I got some-in stuck in ma teeth! Ge it out!"
She hands you the toothpick and stretches out her tongue onto her palm. The slimy appendage dampens the edge of her hand as you begin to walk forward. Stepping onto the tongue, the spongy surface is unstable as you suddenly slip about trying to gain your balance.
Steadying yourself, you get to work with the task ahead of you.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Use Toothpick on Mollar]<c1|
[Massage her Tongue]<c2|
[Inspect Throat]<c3|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You do as instructed and get to work dislodging the stray bits of food stuck in the back of Beth's teeth. You poke about with the Toothpick until a bit of cloth comes free. You shudder, not wanting to think of what this means...]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You decide that easing her tongue with a massage may stop it from moving about too much. Instead, the tongue bucks about with your touch. The surface is slimy with subtle bumps, her tastebuds, here and there.]]
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(after:30s)[Having done your task to the best of your capabilities, you can [[head out]] towards the entrance of Beth's mouth. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] ]
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You decide to head towards the hole at the back of Beth's mouth. Before you, the chasm that this girl sends her food past each and every day lays before you. Her thick tonsils stand guard to the entrance, flexing periodically. Lower down, her epiglottis holds tight against her esophagus while her windpipe billows out warm air. Periodically the flap of flesh covering her throat opens slightly. Do you dare to venture [[deeper?|Beth Stomach]] ]]
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Ass Favor]''//
Not really knowing what pain in the ass means, you shrug and make your choice.
"Oh good, cuz for a while now these shorts have been riding up my ass really tight!" She irritably scratches away at her behind.
"Ugh, I think I bought a size too small!"
Beth then lifts you towards her taught behind. Before you, the jiggling orbs of creamy flesh can barely hold the tight pair of daisy dukes.
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You notice a series of red irritated lines creasing about along the edge of the shorts. You could [[Scratch these spots.]](text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
Or, you could take this as an opportunity to slip past the edge of the shorts and get into her pants for a [[closer look.]](text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's Shoe]''//
You clamor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse, you notice the undone lace in front of you within arm’s reach. Farther up the shoe, you can see the edge of her white socks peeking out.
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You can continue to [[climb up her leg|No Funny Business]]. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Or you can [[slip into the shoe|Foot Fetish]] itself, given its looseness. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Alternatively, you could just [[re-tie the shoelaces|Task Complete]]. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Task Complete]''//
(set:$BronzeBand to 'true')(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
Not wanting to piss off Beth again, you swiftly tie up her laces properly before shouting up towards her triumphantly that your job is complete. She stares down at you, blinking in surprise.
"Woah! You got that done super-fast Pipsqueak! Nice work." She tilts her shoe from side to side admiring your work.
You stand proudly before the giantess.
"Cool. Alright, guess we had a deal after all."
Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small bronze ring, too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier.
"Here, all yours Pipsqueak." She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band.
"Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."
Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor.
"Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"
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[[Politely decline]], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
[[Accept!]] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+2 Grace)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[No Funny Business]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
You begin to climb up her leg but are stopped dead in your tracks as Beth stares down back at you from above. There is a hint of annoyance in her gaze.
"What did I say Pipsqueak? No funny business alright? I'm letting you off just this once but test me again and you'll be sorry."
You heed Beth's warning, better not try that again. [[Return to the shoe|Aware Shoe2]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Alt Girl's Shoe]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Like many times before, you fall prey to your desires. Either through curiosity or lust, you can't help but indulge in the temptation of digging deeper into Beth's converse. Approaching the lip of the shoe, you gently pull the barrier back as a waft of musty air assails your senses from within. You pull yourself inwards. It's a snug fit, nestled between the top of the girl's foot and the shoe as you shimmy your way further downwards. As you crawl, the dampness of the environment sticks to your clothing. The heat has also increased and sweat both from Beth's foot and your own body, saturates every inch of you. As you surge closer towards the toes, the tightness of the environment threatens to crush you.
Eventually, you reach the end of Beth's foot. From here, the smell is immensely concentrated. You surmise that the scent originates from between her toes. You can only imagine how potent the odor would be if not for the sock barrier. From here, you have some choices.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Inspect Toes]<c1|
[Lick Feet]<c2|]]
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to shimmy about the end of Beth's sock. You notice a small tear at the bottom, exposing creamy white skin. Here, you can just make out the bottom of her big toe. Painted blue nails, manicured fairly well, adorn the top of the big toe. The hole, unfortunately, is too small to enter.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Unable to resist your temptations, you caress the top of the girl's foot with your extended tongue. An explosion of intense flavor fills your mouth, a horrid mix of sour body odor and salty sweat Your tongue swiftly begins to dry out. Although the sock is slightly damp from the Beth's sweat, the fibers mat and build up against your tongue over time.]]
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(after:30s)[Eventually, your chamber begins to stir and the right foot shifts and moves abruptly. Your world turns upside down as you are thrown and wedged between the front end of Beth's foot. Crushing weight presses against you as the toes wiggle against your form curiously. As if sensing your presence, the big toe shifts and pins you directly against the end of the converse. You struggle to breathe, as the lack of oxygen in the stifling environment and the pressure from Beth's aggressive big toe threatens to suffocate you. Then, you see the light. Death? No, the top of the shoe opens up as a pair of baby blue painted nails pinch you firmly, yanking you out and upwards. ]
(after:35s)[[[Continue|Funny Business]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Consequences]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
Beth's fingers immediately grasp onto your tiny form as you are brought upwards swiftly. The world tumbles about you before you come face to face with the glaring eyes of one angry woman. Her nostrils flare about, her straight navy-blue hair covering one half of her face slightly. She flips back her half shaven head to clear her vision, snarling now.
"So, not only did you try and fuck with me once, but you went and tried to do it again eh?"
You shrug sheepishly.
"Fucking Pipsqueaks like you are only good for one thing."
Beth smiles wide, pearly white teeth glistening in the dusk light. Slowly, the wolfish grin of the Alt Girl begins to part. Strands of thick saliva bend as a muggy breath of air shoots out from the back of her maw, snapping some of the strands of spittle. At the center of her tongue, a chrome ball rests nestled in the appendage. Mouth agape, the Alt Girl announces her next words in a breathy emphasized town, keeping her mouth agape through the process.
"I find that shitty people like you actually have quite a sweet taste! And at such a small bite size, I could get all that taste in just one...single...GULP!"
The back of her throat flexes as she gulps down a growing puddle of spit.
Your blood runs cold as you immediately realize that this Alt Girl intends to swallow you whole! Certainly not an uncommon practice amongst the most edgy party goers, but certainly something you would hope to avoid.
Her head tilts back, forming a passage directly downwards into the dark pit of her throat. The archway flexes once more as the Alt Girl ushers forth your final goodbye.
"See ya later Pipsqueak, maybe next time decide against being such a stuck up jerk!"
Suddenly, the fingers let go of you as you tumble downwards into the sweltering maw...
[[Continue|Beth Mouth]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's Shoe]''//
You clamor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse, you notice the undone lace in front of you within arm’s reach. Farther up the shoe, you can see the edge of her white socks peeking out.
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You can try to [[climb up her leg again, despite her warnings.|Funny Business]]. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Or you can [[slip into the shoe|Foot Fetish]] itself, given its looseness. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Alternatively, you could just [[re-tie the shoelaces|Task Complete]]. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Choices]''//
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+2))
You nod your head. Gifts are great, and Beth's been helpful thus far.
"Sweet, sweet." She flicks her navy hair back behind her half shaven head once more.
"So, Pipsqueak, before I give you a parting gift, I got a question for ya. What would you say is my greatest asset?"
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[["Your Style."]] (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
[["Your Lips.]]
[["Your Butt!]]
[["Your Thighs!]]
[["Your Feet!]]
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[A Polite Decline]''//
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
You politely decline the offer, you have too much to do inside the Gala tonight to be wasting anymore time.
Beth looks a little bit saddened but smiles once more trying to regain her cool composure.
"Oh, ok ya no prob Pipsqueak. All good." She gives you a warm smile.
Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor.
"I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise." Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala.
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Lip Worship]''//
You remark that Beth's lips, although smaller than the usual girls, are quite appealing. The sheen and care she puts into her looks and style show.
"Aww, now aren't you such a sweety! Thanks, Pipsqueak that's cute."
Beth begins to squat down, shifting onto her knees. Hands planted on either side of your tiny form, she slowly and carefully brings down her face close to yours, near inches away. From here you can smell the sweet scent of blueberry shampoo as her Navy hair drapes around you like a waterfall. Her lips curl into a smile. They are thin and perfectly cared for, a small sheen of gloss enhancing their look.
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"When you said lips, you meant here right?" Beth points towards her bottom lip playfully. "Or did you actually mean..."
###(text-style:"sway")["Here..."]
Delicately, Beth parts her lips revealing a swelteringly moist chamber. Columns of saliva drip from the roof of her ridged maw. Her delicate pink tongue and that glistening tongue piercing rest within the middle of her mouth. While at the back, her uvula bobs up and down, her tonsils flexing wide as a humid breath rushes out towards you, dampening your clothes.
Then all too suddenly, the lips close with a delicate smack. She smiles knowingly at you.
Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor.
"I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise." Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala.
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Butt Worship]''//
You remark that Beth's butt, although smaller than average, is tight and pert. It hugs her frame well and the daisy dukes accentuate her light curves.
"Ahaha!" Beth throws her head back in laughter. "Really? That's a first!"
"Not too many people think I have a great ass." She turns around to look back at her own behind, bobbing up and down on her heels causing the pert orbs to jiggle slightly. The creamy flesh peeking out from beneath her shorts wobbles in tandem with her movements.
"But I guess you think it’s great Pipsqueak. Well then, why don't you show me how much you like it?"
Beth, butt facing towards you with her head staring back, begins to squat down right in front of you. The cheeks press tightly against the tiny daisy dukes, threatening to break free at any moment. Slowly, she scooches back closer towards you on her heels. In this position, the shorts are almost underwear like, a small band of denim barely covers the crack of her ass. Warmth begins to envelop you, her hands rush backwards slapping against either cheek, spreading them wider. The denim cloth layer is stretched even further.
"Kiss it. Kiss my ass and prove to me how much you like it."
Unable to resist, you lean towards her rear, the heat ever more present and the smell of denim slightly replaced with a damp headier smell...
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You pucker your lips, hands outstretched ready to prove to Beth how much her ass means to you before she suddenly shifts away.
##"AHAHAHA!"
"You were actually going to do it weren't you! Damn, that's kinda hot knowing a Pipsqueak like you would do something like that so easily. You're lucky I'm not like some of the more sadistic girls here at the Gala tonight."
You dust yourself off embarrassed slightly.
"Hey, let's say this. Maybe find me later in the night after I've had a couple of drinks and then maybe we can revisit this 'ass’ lust of yours.
Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor.
"I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise." Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala.
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Thigh Worship]''//
You remark that Beth's thighs, although fairly thin, are absolutely beautiful on par with those of a model.
"Mhm, that's what I expected. I've been complemented for my thighs and well, that damned thigh gap that so many people talk about nowadays. Not that I really care for that stuff much but it's nice to be appreciated. Thanks, Pipsqueak!"
"But, how's about you show me truly how much you love them eh?"
Slowly, Beth begins to squat down in front of you, knees held tightly together. Then, they begin to part, revealing creamy half tanned half white legs. Long and elegant, a great deal of skin is on display given the tightness and shortness of the daisy dukes. Where both thighs meet, a tight band of denim cloth covers the spot where her pussy lays.
Gingerly Beth picks you up to stand flat in her palm. Slowly, she brings you closer to her crotch. Sweltering heat berates your form and the heady smell of her privates fills your nose. Your mind fills with desire.
"I take it you were also interested in this spot too?" Her finger points down towards her crotch knowingly. "Well then, show me how much you love my crotch, kiss it..."
You don't need to be told twice, as she brings her palm ever closer to the thin band of cloth. You swear the daisy dukes are so tight that you notice the bulges of her outer labia pressed firmly against the sides of the denim. Carefully, you shift forward, readying to kiss her pussy as Beth so desired.
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All too suddenly, the palm shifts beneath you as you are pulled away from her heavenly crotch.
##"AHAHAHA!"
"You were actually going to do it weren't you! Damn, that's kinda hot knowing a Pipsqueak like you would do something like that so easily. You're lucky I'm not like some of the more sadistic girls here at the Gala tonight."
You dust yourself off embarrassed slightly.
"Hey, let's say this. Maybe find me later in the night after I've had a couple of drinks and then maybe we can revisit this 'pussy lust' of yours.
Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor.
"I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise." Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala.
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Style]''//
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
You remark that Beth has a cool, calm, and collected personality and style. Your experience with Alt Girls like her have always been pleasant. You explain that although her appearance can come off as daunting to some, it doesn’t dissuade you one bit.
"Aww, now aren't you such a sweety! Thanks, Pipsqueak that's cute."
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Beth begins to squat down, shifting onto her knees. Hands planted on either side of your tiny form, she slowly and carefully brings down her face close to yours, near inches away. From here you can smell the sweet scent of blueberry shampoo as her Navy hair drapes around you like a waterfall. Her lips curl into a smile. They are thin and perfectly cared for, a small sheen of gloss enhancing their look. The lips then pucker, planting a sweet delicate kiss upon your forward. Some of the gloss sticks onto your form, the sweet scent clinging to your clothes.
"Haha, woops, sorry about that Pipsqueak." She pats your head with her pinky finger.
Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor.
"I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise." Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala.
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Foot Worship]''//
You remark that Beth's feet are divine! The smell, the look, everything about them sets your heart ablaze with desire.
"My feet? Really? Huh, now that's definitely a first for sure." She taps her chin quizzically before snapping her fingers and pointing down towards you. "Aha, you must have a thing for feet!"
You shrug dumbly, trying not to be too obvious.
"Ya ya, don't play shy with me Pipsqueak, I know what some of your kind truly like, and heck, who am I to judge! I'm into some pretty weird shit myself." Her free hand rests lightly on her tummy, rubbing it slightly. What did she mean by that?
Without undoing her shoe, Beth slips out of her right converse to present her white socked foot. She slides it towards you, heel resting on the bare ground whilst her sole and toes are now mere inches away. The heat and smell of her sock clad foot fill your senses with a strong pungent odor. Above you, the toes wiggle playfully. In this position, she could lay her foot flat in an instant, smothering you beneath her sole. Your heart begins to quicken.
"Well, if you love my feet so much, prove it, kiss my foot!"
Gingerly, without hesitation, you approach the sole. The toes are too high for you to reach, so you settle on the center of her foot. Slowly, as instructed, you approach the sock and plant a series of delicate kisses upon Beth's sole.
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"Ahahaha! That tickles, ok stop!" In a fit of giggles, Beth pulls her foot away before stuffing it back into her shoe.
"Man, I can't believe you actually did that! Narly!"
"Any who Pipsqueak, I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise." Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala.
[[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Beth's Stomach]''//
Daring to venture deeper, you slide downwards ever so slightly, then the world goes dark and clamps about you.
##GLP!
##GLP!
###(text-style:"sway")[GLmmm...]
Swallowed.
The pulsing walls of Beth's esophagus hug you tightly on either side as you are ushered dowards towards her stomach. The tube opens up beneath your feet before restricting your body once more, peristaltic motions moving you periodically. Soon, the thrumming of her heart fills your ears before slowly being replaced by a cocaphanous rumble from deeper below.
As you stare downwards, in the dim darkness, a tiny knot of flesh lies a couple feet beneath you as you remain stationary within the throat between bouts of peristalsis. The knot then dilates as a rush of muggy stale air rushes past you before the hole closes once more. Farther above, the giantess reacts to the sudden depressurization of her stomach.
##(text-style:"buoy")[UURP!]
##"Excuse me!"
Then, your feet hit the flexing cardiac sphincter as you are squeezed tightly into her belly.
There is a short freefall before you land within a swampy mire of thin liquid. Acrid stinging fluid, tinged with the heady scent of liqour fills your nostrils as you stare about the alien chamber you now find yourself within. All around you, pulsating ridges of pink move about, churning in rhythmic motions, intent on one goal; digestion. The sphincter above you is far out of reach, whilst the only other exit to this chamber is submerged deep beneath a lake of stinging acidic fluid. It seems as though Beth's stomach is mostly empty, yet now with a single occupant, the chamber gurlges loudly, readying for digestion.
Suddenly, there is a loud thrumming sound from outside your organic chamber.
##(text-style:"blink")[THMP! THMP!]
##"Sorry Pipsqueek! Maybe next time try not to venture to the back of my mouth and maybe you wont end up as an appetizer. Ahehe."
The parting words of Beth resonate within the stomach, seemingly coming from all around you at once. Your eyes burn and sting as you try and wrack your brain for any opportunity to escape, yet unfortunately, little comes to mind...
(text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|]
[]<c5|
(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting this girl's stomach. After a couple of minutes you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the Alt Girl reverberate around you, slightly muffled.]
##(text-style:,"blur")["That's not gonna work Pipsqueek, I got a strong stomach. Sit still, you'll be slop in no time."]]
(click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the stinging pool of liquid at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the acid you quickly locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength, yet are unable to make an opening. Resurfacing, your eyes sting and burn as your skin begins to tingle red hot. Better not try that again...]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is far out of reach, periodically it opens a smidge to let out a tiny bit of your precious breathable air. Small airy burps can be heard from farther above...]]
Having tried what you can, you can simply [[accept your fait|Accept Fait3]] as an appetizer for Beth.
Or possibly, you could try and hold on for just a bit longer...
(after:45s)[[[Continue|Beth Regurgitation]]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Exit her Maw]''//
(set:$BronzeBand to 'true')(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
Not wanting to piss off Beth again, you swiftly head towards the entrance to her maw and leap back down towards the palm. She smiles down at you, teeth now free of the obstruction then places you back onto the ground.
"Woah! You got that done super-fast Pipsqueak! Nice work." She inspects her teeth with her phone camera.
You stand proudly before the giantess.
"Cool. Alright, guess we had a deal after all."
Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small bronze ring, too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier.
"Here, all yours Pipsqueak." She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band.
"Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."
Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor.
"Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"
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[[Politely decline]], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
[[Accept!]] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+2 Grace)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested]''//
You lie back into the stinging pool of alchoholic acid. The thumping sounds of Beth's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fait...
Muffled sounds of Beth grumbling to herself as she stiffles stray belches reverberate your chamber. Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the girl's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor.
###''"BURP! Serves them right..."
''
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot Favor")[
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Or return to [[Start]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Personal Butt Scratcher]''//
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
You pull yourself up towards the irritated spot that is too far out of reach for Beth to get. With your tiny hands poised, you begin to scratch generously at the location. Set at the base of her bum cheeks, you press your nails into the spot and scratch with fervor. The flesh is pliant and smooth, slightly cold to the touch as well. Eventually, your actions do not go unnoticed.
"Ooooh ya that’s the…"
##(text-style:"sway")[“SPOT!”]
Beth moans in satisfaction above you slowly grinding her rear against the door in rhythmic motions. It's clear that she is really enjoying this. Eventually, she sighs in relief, signifying a job well done.
[[Continue|Task Complete2]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Beth's Ass]''//
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
You decide to move along under the shorts towards Beth's left butt cheek. You don't have to travel far, given her cheeks are on the small size. As you near the center, the tightness of the flesh begins to soften until the left cheek dips down into a thin divided line. Between the line, the black band of the Alt Girl's thong rests lightly nestled between the pale white globes of flesh. The thong band is set in a way to hide any sight the Alt Girl's private parts. No wedgie whatsoever. You figure the thong is fit more for function as opposed to style. Nevertheless, you have some ideas.
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(text-colour:magenta)[[[Scratch Thong]<c1|
[Lick Thong]<c2|
[]<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You scratch about the exterior of her thong. It’s futile, you'll need to get deeper if you want to make any progress.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The black elastic band tastes soapy. The dampness of your tongue dries out from the lick.]]
[Part Thong]<c3|]]
[]<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You carefully part the innermost portion of the thong. It doesn't take much effort, given that the garment is already loosely draped across the cleft and not wedged deep between them. Heat radiates around the center of her thong where you surmise her asshole must be. As you peel back the fabric, a small folded brown line, which you know is the exterior of her asshole, comes into sight. But before you can pull the thong aside any further, the chamber around you jolts suddenly. A whirlwind of movement occurs and you are tossed about... [[Continue.|Decimation]] ]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Task Complete]''//
(set:$BronzeBand to 'true')
Beth hoists you around her perky bum, now free of irritation and plants you gently back onto the ground.
"Woah! You got that done super-fast Pipsqueak! Nice work." She rubs her butt gently and sighs in relief.
You stand proudly before the giantess.
"Cool. Alright, guess we had a deal after all."
Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small (text-colour:yellow)[bronze ring], too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier.
"Here, all yours Pipsqueak." She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band.
"Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."
Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor.
"Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"
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[[Politely decline]], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
[[Accept!]] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+2 Grace)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Parting Gift]''//
(set:$BronzeBand to 'true')
Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small bronze ring, too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier.
"Here, all yours Pipsqueak." She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band.
"Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."
Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor.
"Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"
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[[Politely decline]], you're here for other goals.
[[Accept!]] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Time for a Favor]''//
You can't see the harm in doing this girl a favor. She seems rational for the most part, so you decide to play along.
"Awesome!" The Alt Girl smirks. "Name's Beth by the way. Since we're pals now, I'll give ya a choice of how you can help me out. Heck, you'll probably like some of em.
Beth chuckles as she shifts about, leaning her left foot against the door. The right one rests untied against the floor.
"You got three choices Pipsqueak. One involves my shoe." She points down to the undone laces. "Another involves this little toothpick here." She twirls about a chewed-on toothpick between her fingers. "And last well, involves a lil pain in my ass." She smirks again, eyes gazing down at you as if daring you to ask what that exactly means. Beth does not move or motion to what this favor means.
"So, what's it gonna be Pipsqueak?"
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[[Go with the Shoe.]]
[[Go with the Tootphick]]
[[Shrug and go with "Pain in the Ass?"]]
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(link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)(link: "Restart")[(reload:)Marble. Famous statues are carved of Carrara Marble, renowned for such works of art as the Statue of David. The tone is pale, almost a grey white. This same coloration depicted the skin tone of Mistress Meadows. Few had witnessed her in person before, only certain professors at Fantasia University would be given the privilege to have meetings with the Headmistress, and even fewer students. Yet, those who had the chance always said that the dean’s physique was simply ‘otherworldly.’ But for you, the radiant beauty left you and many of the other onlookers speechless.
Her hair shone brightly like platinum silver, not at all the slightest of aged grey. Her bosom was generous and full just as the statues along the entrance pathway depicted earlier. Matronly hips matched by a full and healthy abdomen gave Mistress Meadows a healthy curve to her form. Adorned across her body, bits of gold jewelry reflected off the warm light like the rays of sunshine one may witness during a mid to late evening sunset. Yet, what stood out above all other features were the Mistresses’ blood red irises. Some had presumed it was a medical condition, while others spoke of more fantastical sources to explain the crimson hued eyes. Most just assumed they were contacts. Despite this, Mistress Meadows was never witnessed without her characteristic red gaze.
Slowly, but with purpose and elegance, Mistress Meadows descended the stairway. A warm smile with eyes half lidded painted across her picture-perfect face as her eyes stared down at the patrons before her. Coming to the base of the stairs next to the guard, you suddenly realized the size disparity between her and the well-muscled bodyguard. Mistress Meadows must have been at least 6 feet tall! Assuredly the red heels she wore made up for some of the height, but ultimately, she was a full head taller than the already above average statured guard. Mistress Meadows rested a tender hand upon the shoulder of the guard, nodding in approval, before reflecting upon the crowd once more.
Slowly, her thin red lips parted. Her voice was calm yet authoritative, accented by a fine and formal British tone. “Welcome, my children, to my annual Gala of Accomplishment.” The Mistress spread her arms wide. “These next few days shall be a treat for you all. A fantastical set of events that shall determine who amongst you, my kin, shall graduate.” There was a slight murmur amongst the crowd. “Yes. I know the details of my Gala’s events were fleeting, but rest assured that shall all come to pass now with my introduction.”
Her warm motherly smile shifted to a more serious tone. “You see, Fantasia University has a reputation amongst our modern-day society and even the world beyond. We BIRTH the great leaders of this world. Since ages beyond many of you can even recall, Fantasia University has been on the forefront of progress. It is WE who drive forward humankind’s greats. It is WE who surge forward humanity’s science, culture, and strength. Yet, in the end, it is I who skim away the weak from the truly awe inspiring!” Another murmur rose through the crowd, some individuals questioning the speech. Wasn’t this supposed to be a send off party for graduates?
Mistress Meadows raised a single hand, commanding the crowd’s silence. “You were each given bands to represent your faculty. For example, green bands denote the Bachelor of Advanced Microscopic Sciences.” You look down at your band, with the dean's words, the band began to vibrate. Seems as though the device had some electronics equipped within.
“Your task, in these next few days, is to acquire the bands of OTHER faculties. Your professors are here within the Manor and will provide you each with 1 additional band of your own faculty. This extra band, in addition to your original, can be given away, traded, or even forcibly taken by others.” Eyes within the crowd began to shift about between one another. Distances began to form. “The greatest among you will rise to the top. Success is garnered in a myriad of ways. Cooperation, wit or even betrayal. We at Fantasia do not discriminate as to how one may achieve their definition of success.”
“My most loyal mistresses will also give out metallic bands to allow students to progress to the various upper floors of the Manor. Entering a floor without one of these bands will have dire consequences. In summary, you will need ''5 uniquely colored bands'' in addition to a ''silver band'' to progress to the 2nd floor. The FIRST, and yes only 1, student from each faculty who reaches me at the top tower will be given their diploma.” Mistress Meadows once more smiled warmly at the crowd. “My children, it is with great honor that I launch the festivities and may you all-“
From amongst the crowd a woman broke free towards the stairs. She wore a long brunette ponytail and heavy thick set glasses sat atop her nose. The girl’s face scrunched up angrily as she interrupted the Headmistress.
“Ridiculous! I’m certain I speak for the majority of us when I say this is bullshit! To ask of us, already acclaimed students, to partake in a weekend 'Hunger Games' is the most childish and poor way to give out our already EARNED diplomas! I studied my ass off to be here! If you don’t give us our diplomas fair and square, I’m leaving and telling the media about this crap.” The girl pouted, nodding. Some others amongst the crowd began to murmur in agreement.
Warmly, with that same motherly look, Mistress Meadows smiled down at the woman. The lips then parted, a grin forming across the headmaster’s lips. Shiny teeth glistened within, accented by sharp predatory canines. “My sweet sweet naïve child. How young and inexperienced, yet full of vigor and emotion. I find your passion absolutely delicious! The answer, however, to your silly demands, is no.”
The girl furrowed her brow in confusion, then retorted. “I don’t care what you think or say, I’m leaving.” She turned on her heels, the crowd parting as the girl walked back towards the mahogany doors.
Mistress Meadows then nodded to her guard. “Margo, please if you wouldn’t mind.”
In a quiet husky tone, the bodyguard responded. “Yes Master…”
Swiftly, she pulled the gun free from her holster, firing the weapon with little hesitation. In a split second, the unruly girl turned her head in surprise to witness not a bullet, but a miniscule feather tipped dart headed straight at her back. Silently, the dart made impact and it was as if in that instant, the girl disappeared, a pile of her clothes fluttering to the ground. The crowd gasped in shock, wondering where the girl had gone. Margo then unceremoniously walked towards the bundle, fishing through the clothes to pull out a shrunken woman, the girl. The crowd once more gasped in surprise at the immediate display of instantaneous shrinking. Margo then ferried the girl, now screaming and thrashing, towards Mistress Meadows. Bowing on one knee, Margo presented the girl to the Headmistress.
“Thank you, Margo.” Stated Mistress Meadows, as she accepted the girl into her palms. Clutching the tiny in her fist, the headmistress raised the girl upwards and once more gazed upon the audience.
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Warm light from the chandelier above bathes the Entrance Foyer in a crimson, orange glow. Deep brown wood adorns the walls augmented with rosy floral wallpaper. Large wooden archways lie to the west and east. The westward arch is hued a deep purple with a series of grape vines and wine glasses carved into the lavender hued wood. The eastward arch is augmented with tinges of deep green. Coiled around the arch intertwined with one another are two serpents, their fangs bared. To your north, the grand entrance staircase to the 2nd floor stands out triumphantly. It appears your fellow faculty students, those you notice off in the distance, are traversing along the baseboards. Cut out at the bottom, a small channel forms that offers a good semblance of stealth and protection. Were these made specifically for shrunken guests? Surely Mistress Meadows had thought of this in advance it seems.
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You stand amongst the crimson velvet carpet of Meadows Mansnion’s entrance Foyer.
//(You'll need 5 unique chromatic bands and a silver band to progress to the 2nd floor.)//
You can go left to the [[West Hall|West Hall Entrance]]
You can go right to the [[East Hall]]
Or you can head forwards North to the [[Staircase]]
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Currently in this update, the West Hall is under development. You can look forward to many interesting interactions with a somewhat elusive girl scurrying about in the vents. From here you will locate new areas like the Storage Closet with access points to the dark and mysterious Basement.
Additionally, the West Hall will have access to the Lounge, a place where drinking and merriment flourishes. What kind of fun will the giantess's, Agatha, Mistress Monrose and others get into when inhibitions are lowered by alcohol? Lastly, the Lounge will also connect to a Kitchen. The patrons of the Gala will assuredly be hungry, so it's up to the staff and maybe a helper of sorts to get them fed!
Stay tuned to for future patches!
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Stepping underneath the doorframe, you come into the wide-open space of the manor's Eastern Hall. Alongside the baseboards is a small channel carved out, serving as protection for any minimized students traversing throughout the mansion. You stick to this area predominantly as you scope out the surroundings.
The Eastern Hall is lavish and grand, just like the rest of the manor. High above, the ceiling is domed with glass, allowing for a generous amount of natural afternoon light to shine through. The walls are adorned with intricately carved wainscoting. A saga like tale is etched into the wood, portraying a mythical story throughout the piece. Below, the paisley red carpet is densely woven; a serpent's tail starts on the West end of the hall closest to the foyer while the head reaches out, fangs bared, towards the ballroom entrance at the East end.
Half way through the hall is a frosted glass door with a wooden sign to its side marked 'Woman's Changeroom.'
Lastly, set only a couple feet to the left of the Changeroom door is a small cast iron vent set into the wall.
Throughout the midst of the hall, students busy about, some chatting while others are set with a determined look in their eyes.
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(if: $FreshLobby is 'true')[You can go west to the [[Entrance Foyer|Continue.]](set: $FreshLobby to 'false')](else:)[You can go west to the [[Entrance Foyer]]]
You can go east to the [[Ballroom Entrance]]
You can go north to the [[Woman's Changeroom]]
You can also (text-colour:green)[[inspect the Saga]] on the wainscoting.
Lastly, you can inspect the [[Cast Iron Vent]]
[[Thief Girl]][[Kitchen]]
[[Mistress Monrose]]
[[West Hall Entrance]][[Chef Girl]]
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(if: $FreshLobby2 is 'true')[You head eastwards along the grooves set about through the baseboards. Down the length of the corridor, the intricate Saga depicts a myriad of Greek philosophical and legendary events. At the end of the hall twin serpents coil around a 20ft high olive green door. Their mouths are filled with sharp pointed teeth, their eyes glisten inlaid with rubies. Carved beneath them is the word 'Ballroom.' A small pocket of students mumble to one another, crowding around the door.
"It's locked, no point in trying to get in. My prof said we'll need to attend a meeting first in the foyer before this wing opens up."
One student tries the doorknob, a brass piece that has a snake coiled around it. They recoil back quickly, wincing and sucking on their finger. A tiny droplet of blood sprouts from the wound.
"Ouch! It pricked me!" The students hesitate, then back away slowly.
You notice no means of entry either under or around the door. You'll need to come back later it seems. [[Go Back|East Hall]](set: $FreshLobby2 to 'false')](else:)[You head eastwards along the grooves set about through the baseboards. Down the length of the corridor, the intricate Saga depicts a myriad of Greek philosophical and legendary events. At the end of the hall twin serpents coil around a 20ft high olive green door. Their mouths are filled with sharp pointed teeth, their eyes glisten inlaid with rubies. Carved beneath them is the word 'Ballroom.'
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You have reached the end of the second patch. Thank you tremendously for your support.
The Ballroom will include events with both Beth and Mistress Meduna, patron of dance! A fierce woman with immense standards, will you be able to live up to her posh and refined expectations? Potentially you can utilize Beth (if you've stayed in her good books that is) to help you succeed in the Serpentine Waltz.
This area will also branch off into another zone, known as the Study. Here, learn more about your B.A.M.S. program and how other minimized students are faring during the Gala's trials thus far.
Stay tuned for future patches!
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You stood in shock at the display that had just occurred. You knew of advanced technology within your faculty that was being developed personally by your professor, but never assumed it could be utilized in a projectile like form. Unmoving, you stared at the Goddess like visage of Mistress Meadows as she began to address the crowd once more.
“My children, know this. When you disobey those who nourish you, bite the hand that feeds you, disobey your rulers. Well, punishment is a necessary consequence.” Mistress Meadows then stared at the tiny squirming girl held aloft. “And for you my child, those who disobey are still given the chance to become a part of something greater.”
The girl writhed about, nude, and embarrassed. “Let me go! You can’t just shrink people like this, you’ll go to jail!”
A hearty chuckle vibrated from the Mistresses’ core. “Hm hm, little one, who do you think is in control of our very own justice system? Like I said, your naivety will be your downfall.” Mistress Meadows spoke to the crowd once more. “Let this be a lesson to you all. If you attempt to leave the premises or disobey either me or my Mistresses, you shall be punished dearly.”
Mistress Meadows flicked her wrist upwards daintily, and with trained theatrics, parted her lips with a breathy exhale, dangling the tiny girl above her waiting maw.
“Ahhhhh…”
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People amongst the crowd began to stammer, “She’s going to eat her! What the fuck!?”
The tiny’s eyes opened wide in surprise as she began to plead. “Wait WAIT! I’m sorry, please ok ok, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go!” Suddenly, her cries of anguish were silenced as Mistress Meadows dropped the girl. With a tiny splat, she fell upon the headmistresses' outstretched tongue. The jaws immediately snapped shut, Mistress Meadow’s eyes closed in pleasure as she brought up her hand towards her jawline. And then.
##GLP!
A neat tiny bulge accentuated the Mistress’s neck, slowly descending deeper before disappearing between her heavy breasts.
“Ahh, delectable.” Mistress Meadows smiled warmly at the crowd. “Good luck my children. Choose your version of success wisely.” Turning, the Headmistress began to waltz back up the crimson staircase. Her heavy behind stood out firmly in her red dress, a deep crease forming in the middle. That girl…she was going to become a part of something…greater…You shuddered.
The bodyguard Margo resumed her steadfast position at the base of the stairs. Slowly, the crowd began to part. Students, shifted about, ready to explore the Manor. Some wore expressions of fear, while others had a dead set determination in their eyes, hungry for opportunities.
You looked around, your size would be a serious disadvantage, or maybe…a sleuthy way to get about the Manor unhindered? Your choices are yours to make.
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You decide to trek forward, away from the safety of the baseboards towards the staircase. All too soon, you realize that the bodyguard, Margo, still stands alert at the base of the stairs. Her hand rests idly on the firearm holstered to her side. Keen eyes dart about perceptively. Not like that gun could do anything to you already at your scale, right?
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(if: $MargoMad is 'true')[Probably shouldn't get any closer to her until you have the required bands.
Return to the [[Entrance Foyer]]](else:)[You can approach [[Margo]]
Or you can go back to the [[Entrance Foyer]]]
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You curiously decide to get closer to the well built giantess. From here, you can make out her full attire. Thick black boots stand out against the rest of her fit. Higher up, past a set of thick toned legs, her matching dark red suit opens just enough around her collar to show off her generous bosom. Her tied up messy bun holds her hair together, the style more function over form. Lastly, her deep red shades allude to a set of perceptive bright blue eyes.
(if: $MargoFriend is 'false')[Curiously, you also notice 2 red rubber bands across her left wrist. Is the bodyguard also a student?]
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You can call out to Margo to get her [[attention.|Margo Attention]]
Or you can try to approach her more [[stealthily.|Margo Stealth]]
You also notice off to the side against the wall, a strange glimmer of light. [[Inspect the source of the light.]]
Lastly, you can return to the [[Entrance Foyer]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''//
You approach the towering giantess with gusto. Waving your arms about and calling out to her, you figure that anyone close to Mistress Meadows may have some insider info regarding the weekend’s events. (if: $MargoFriend is 'false')[You may also be able to acquire a unique band from her if you play your cards right.]
As you approach, the perceptive gaze of the bodyguard locks onto you in an instant. Her piercing eyes, even behind her elusive shades, dance about your body.
(if: $greenbad is 'true') [A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. “You lack a bronze bracelet. You are not permitted entrance to the main floor. Thus, you must be disposed of.”
You’ll need to think of something quickly. You were warned by Beth that anyone caught without a bronze bracelet could run into trouble. And with the way this Giantess is looking at you, you better decide soon.
[[Bolt away]], you don’t want to be disposed of.
Try and [[explain yourself]], maybe you can talk your way out of this?
](else-if: $MargoFriend is 'true')["Good to see you again little ant. Seems like you dont have the required bands just yet. Return to me when you do. Good luck."
Head back to the [[Entrance Foyer]]](else:)[A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. “BAMS student. Present to me a valid silver bracelet along with 5 unique colored faculty bands. If found acceptable I will grant you entrance to the 2nd floor.”
Her tone is blunt and forward, leaving little room for fanfare. Margo stands still, eyes locked on your form, waiting for a response.
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[Ask Margo if she'll give you her extra red band.]<c3|]
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(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)["I am the headmistresses bodyguard, nothing more, nothing less."]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)["She awaits any worthy students at the top most floor of the manor, within her tower. Prove yourself capable, and you shall be able to meet her."]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Her blue eyes narrow. Pupils dart to either side, sizing you up. "A true demonstration of strength is necessary to be worthy of obtaining the Red Band of the Security Faculty. Your size does not prove this trait." You pause, feeling the weight of her words upon you. "BUT, even an ant is impeccably strong for its size. Bring me an object twice your weight and I shall consider your request."]]
(if: $WaterBottle is 'true')[[Give Margo the Water Bottle]]
Lastly, you can excuse yourself and head back to the [[Entrance Foyer]]]
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You decide to approach the muscle-bound giantess stealthily. If odds favored you, maybe you could sneak up her body to procure a red band from her wrist without her even noticing. Heck, maybe you could even slip past her entirely and head directly to the second floor.
All too soon, your ideas of grandeur come to a halt as the bodyguard’s gaze locks onto you in an instant. How did she even know you were approaching? Her piercing eyes, even behind her elusive shades, dance about your body.
(if: $greenbad is 'true') [A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. “You lack a bronze bracelet. You are not permitted entrance to the main floor. Thus, you must be disposed of.”
You’ll need to think of something quickly. You were warned that anyone caught without a bronze bracelet could run into trouble. And with the way this Giantess is looking at you, you better decide soon.
[[Bolt away]], you don’t want to be disposed of.
Try and [[explain yourself]], maybe you can talk your way out of this?
](else:)[A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. “B.A.M.S. student. Present to me a valid silver bracelet along with 5 unique colored faculty bands. If found acceptable I will grant you entrance to the 2nd floor.”
Her tone is blunt and forward, leaving little room for fanfare. Margo stands still, eyes locked on your form, waiting for a response.
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[Ask Margo if she'll give you her extra red band.]<c3|]
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(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)["I am the headmistresses bodyguard, nothing more, nothing less."]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)["She awaits any worthy students at the top most floor of the manor, within her tower. Prove yourself capable, and you shall be able to meet her."]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Her blue eyes narrow. Pupils dart to either side, sizing you up. "A true demonstration of strength is necessary to be worthy of obtaining the red band of the Security Faculty. Your size does not prove this trait." You pause, feeling the weight of her words upon you. "BUT, even an ant is impeccably strong for its size. Bring me an object twice your weight and I shall consider your request."]]
Lastly, you can excuse yourself and head back to the [[Entrance Foyer]] ]
You rush away from the domineering bodyguard. Strangely enough, Margo does not follow you, and stays affixed at her post at the base of the staircase.
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You stammer about, explaining some lame excuse as to how you lost your bronze bracelet, or it was never even given to you in the first place. The bodyguard’s expression remains still, uncaring of your words. You wait in earnest for her response.
Bluntly, Margo responds. “For disobeying the initial test of the manor, you shall forfeit your place in the Gala.” Your heart sinks, you’ll have to think of another way to get out of this situate-
“Unless you deem to me you are a resilient being, worthy of a second chance. Mistress Meadows respects those who find alternative ways to success, and by taking a note from my master’s book, I shall allow you to demonstrate your strength.”
The giantess squats down in front of your tiny form. From here, her cleavage hangs heavily, giving you a firsthand glimpse of the dark divide between her breasts. Her hands rest idly upon her knees, yet you notice the sinewy veins within her fingers flex, ready to snatch you at a moment’s notice. There’s no running now.
"Demonstrate your Might ant."
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Seeing little other options, you’ll have to play along with her test.
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As you get closer, you make out a small, rounded translucent dome affixed to the wall, set about 6 inches above the floor. Across the room, there is an identical dome. You can just make out a thin, barely noticeable stream of green light connecting the two glass domes. A laser.
Most likely it would alert an individual to the presence of a scurrying tiny meandering in places they shouldn’t be. Inspecting the device, you notice two small screws on either side of the dome. With the proper device potentially, you could disconnect it.
You can head back to [[Margo]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Trial of Might]''//
“Very well then.”
With lightning-fast speed, Margo’s right hand darts towards you, gripping your body firmly but not painfully so. Unlike previous giants that have tossed you about from time to time, the bodyguard draws back up to her standing position while slowly raising the fist that holds you. The careful motion fully nullifies any vertigo you usually experience when being carried upwards. It’s obvious she has handled tinies with practiced care before.
The giantess unfurls her fist into an open palm. Face to face with Margo, you make out her thin red lips, perpetually kept in a straight line. Shallow creases form at the edges of her eyes denoting her age, slightly older than the usual students, but not by much. Perhaps mid 30’s. Piercing blue eyes study your form carefully, almost like an opponent would in a combat sport stare down.
With a swift flick of the hand that holds you, she turns her palm face down. Immediately, thumb and index finger catch you in a pinch. You are then oriented in such a way that you are stending upon the flat of her thumb, with your head squeezed down by her index finger. You bring your hands up towards the pointer finger to stabilize yourself. There’s not much room to stand upon her thumb, even at your scale.
You look towards Margo expectantly, barely able to hold your balance.
The thin lips part to answer you. “An ant can carry up to 50 times its own weight. This would give it the strength to resist an incredible crushing force if it were able to push against a comparable surface. They are resilient beings, strong, cooperative and abide by their queen in every way. I see your kind as no different.”
The fingers holding you in place begin to squeeze together.
“But ants, are still bugs after all. Are you a bug or something greater, nay stronger? If so, show me. Resist, demonstrate to me your Might.”
The fingers squeeze down upon your head and feet with incredible strength.
From the corner of your eye, you can also make out one of the Red Bands affixed further past her hand around her wrist.
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You can try and [[hold on|Resist Pinch]], pushing back against the squeeze.
Or you can [[duck away from the pinch]] and try to scurry up her arm. Maybe then you could grab the bracelet?
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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Margo's Stomach]''//
Despite the odds set against you, through sheer force of might and endurance, you try and persist in the caustic chambers of your captor. [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 50)[As minutes go by breaching onto what you assume is over an hour, you stay conscious. Periodically, you pound away at Margo's stomach lining, unwilling to give up.
##(text-style:"blur")["Astounding. you must truly have some sort of experience in the depths of stomachs ant. I would have thought by know you would simply be calories. Yet, you are still alive."]
Ominously, the chamber about you begins to rumble. Weakly, you assume this to be your final goodbye before you are ushered into her duodenum, the darkest reaches of her digestive system. Yet, the stomach begins to compress about your form, wrapping you up in a tight fleshy embrace. Suddenly, you black out from the lack of oxygen.
[[Continue|Survived Margo]]](else:)[Unfortunately, your eyes begin to list, your body goes numb, and your skin stings agonizingly from the acidic environment about you. Margo's digestive system, efficient and made strong from years of physical activity and training, has bested you. Slowly, your consciousness fades away as your form converts into simple calories for the much stronger predator that has claimed you.
"Hmph, another ant disposed of." Margo then clutches her left buttocks, peeling away the cheek beneath her suit pants.
##(text-style:"sway")[FRAP! ]
"Oof, to be converted into protein farts it seems."
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You decide against playing along with Margo’s silly little game of Might. Before you, there is an opportunity to snag a much-needed bracelet here and now, and you mean to capitalize on this outcome. Swiftly, you duck downwards, away from the pressure of her index finger above. The digit then collides with her thumb below, smooshing into nothing. You leap atop the pressed fingers and begin darting up her hand towards the band. If you act fast, you may be able to pull it free from her wrist in the fractions of seconds you now have. Margo glances down at you in this moment, seemingly unphased by your attempts. From above, a shadow forms across you, as her free hand readies to snatch your body before you can make any progress.
You must decide quickly how to proceed.
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[[Continue running up her arm]] towards the band. (text-colour:purple)[(100%)]
[[Leap off her wrist]] towards the lower end of the band, your momentum may snap it loose. (text-colour:purple)[(30%)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''//
You choose to press forward up Margo’s hand across her arm. Before you, mere inches away, the red rubber band rests idly upon her wrist. You suddenly realize you’ll need to hoist it off quickly or detach the bracelet in some way. Unfortunately, it seems as though Margo will not wait idly for this to happen as the shadow of her free hand crests over your form.
[[Leap off her wrist|Back to ground]]|, better odds below on the ground than if she captures you.
[[Brace yourself|Margo Punishment]] for her grab.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''//
You daringly leap off her her wrist towards the hanging bracelet upon Margo's wrist. [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 30)[You miraculously sail through the air straight towards the hanging band, with impressive force from your momentum, the rubber red band snaps away. You sail to the ground, skidding against the bodyguard's abdomen and leg, scuffed but no worse for wear. You'll need to continue to act fast, a growl from above does not bode well for your current predicament. [[Continue|Red Band Success]]](else:)[You try with all your might and speed to jump and reach the hanging red band, but unfortunately you fall short. You begin to sail widely through the air, flailing about, until a wall of firm flesh, Margo's free hand, snatches you before the ground could decide your bloody fate. [[Continue|Margo Punishment]]]] (set: $RedBand to 'true')(set: $MargoMad to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game, Success]''//
You rush away from the giantess, not thinking of how you’ll outrun her at your scale or where to go for that matter. You hesitantly glance back. Strangely, Margo does not move and instead stays affixed to her post at the base of the stairs. Your pace begins to slow as it dawns upon you. This girl is so adamant to complete the task given to her by Ms. Meadows that she is unwilling to move even a foot away from her post. You smile, safe for the time being.
The giantess folds her arms, glaring down upon your tiny form. “It seems as though I’ve been tricked at my very own game, leaving myself vulnerable to a sly ant’s tactics. I can’t say that I agree with your antics, yet ultimately, I have been bested.”
You sigh, your assumptions confirmed by Margo’s words.
“But know this ant, if you dare as so get a mere inch near me without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”
Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another.
“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.”
You shudder, having just avoided a potentially fatal outcome. Staring down at the sundered red band, you can make out upon its rubbery form a solid ruby at the center. Engraved into the stone is a sword and shield.
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You feel as though you should respond in some way to Margo’s remarks before leaving.
You can [[taunt her]], having beat her at her own game why not? (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Or you can [[bow]], although she was bested, you still honor the challenge.(text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
Lastly, you can simply return to the [[Entrance Foyer]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Captured]''//
Margo’s free hand snatches you up in a tomb of calloused flesh. Rough palms squeeze tight upon your form. You have been captured and now await the consequences of your actions.
Slowly, the palm unfurls whilst holding you firm between forefinger and thumb. The unamused face of the bodyguard stares down at you. Bright blue eyes flicker across your nubile form, darkened by her shades.
“Pity, I thought you would be up for a fare challenge ant. Instead, you squandered your opportunity to prove yourself. I should have expected nothing less from a creature that could not even procure a bronze bracelet. No matter, Master did inform me to dispose of any beings without such a band.”
You shudder, beginning to wonder just how in fact this bodyguard will choose to rid you of this world. All too soon your questions are answered when you body is raised up towards Margo’s thin straight lips.
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“I’ve been at my post for quite some time now and could use a small protein snack.”
Unceremoniously, before you can even protest, Margo’s maw clicks open, a rush of stale breath washing over your form as she exhales upon you. The sickly chamber opens before you. Columns of saliva bubble about from the roof of her maw towards her flat tongue. A thick film of white plasters across the bodyguard’s tastebuds; she must be dehydrated. Dryly, the back of her throat flexes, eager to claim its prize. You are only given a brief glimpse of the sticky red chamber before you are carelessly tossed inside with a wet SPLAT.
The maw clacks closed in an instant, sealing you in sudden darkness. Ruthlessly, the tip of Margo’s tongue flexes beneath you, ferrying you directly towards the back of her mouth. It seems as you she means to swallow you quickly, to her you are simply food.
Battered about by the sticky tongue, the appendage presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom.
##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!'']
Swallowed.
##(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]
The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below.
##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!'']
Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism.
You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape.
##(text-style:"blur")[“Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”]
The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you.
[[Continue|Margo Stomach]]
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Chaos in Victory]''//
You flip the bodyguard off, cackling in your victory. You know the rules of Fantasia University, as Ms. Meadows had stated, use the methods that work for success. You can’t help it if stupid individuals get in your way.
Margo grits her teeth yet stays firmly planted in place.
Another victory for you, as you saunter away back towards the [[Entrance Foyer]].
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Grace in Victory]''//
You can sense there is some angst dwelling within Margo due to your actions. In a modest effort to cool the waters, you lower your head in a simple bow.
The giantess sees this, her slight sneer fades to a more neutral tone. She simply nods back at you.
You hope that in the future, your actions will be remembered.
Continue to the [[Entrance Foyer]].
(if: $prybar is 'true')[Bobby Pin - Purple and black, it bends slightly.]
(if: $stringA is 'true')[Frayed Lace - A small length of white string. Could be used to tie things.]
(if: $key is 'true')[Glasses - A pair of well worn glasses. There's a band of tape holding them together in the middle.]
(if: $Lipstick is 'true')[Black Lipstick - Mostly used up, the roll has a swirling purple pattern running up its length. A plastic skull fits over top as a makeshift cap.]
(if: $Note1 is 'true')[Vol.1 of the Serpentine Waltz. (link-reveal: "Read: ")
[
Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot.
Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]]
(if: $WaterBottle is 'true')[Mini Water Bottle - *Fiji Supreme Water.* Are those gold flecks inside? Pretty fancy.]
(if: $Flashlight is 'true')[Flashlight - The small black keychain flashlight is a perfect size for you.]
(if: $CrushCore is 'true')[Crush Core - A tiny, even at your scale, metallic dome. The object vibrates slightly in your palms. It would not take much pressure to release the tiny drones within.]
(link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)(set: $MargoMad to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''//
You sail to the ground, skidding against the bodyguard's abdomen and leg, scuffed but no worse for wear. You rush away from the giantess, not thinking of how you’ll outrun her at your scale or where to go for that matter. Hesitantly, you glance back. Strangely, Margo does not move and instead stays affixed to her post at the base of the stairs. Your pace begins to slow as it dawns upon you. This woman is so adamant to complete the task given to her by Ms. Meadows that she is unwilling to move even a foot away from her post. You smile, safe for the time being.
The giantess folds her arms, glaring down upon your tiny form. “It seems as though I’ve been tricked at my very own game, leaving myself vulnerable to a sly ant’s tactics. I can’t say that I agree with your antics, yet ultimately, I still have my red band and mean to keep it.”
You sigh, your assumptions confirmed by Margo’s words.
“But know this ant, if you dare as so get a mere inch near me without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”
Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another.
“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.”
You shudder, having just avoided a potentially fatal outcome.
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You feel as though you should respond in some way to Margo’s remarks before leaving.
You can [[taunt her]], having beat her at her own game, why not? (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
Or you can [[bow]], although she was bested, you still honor the challenge.(text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
Lastly, you can simply return to the [[Entrance Foyer]].
(set: $MargoVore to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Margo's Stomach]''//
Stranded within the belly of the bodyguard, you have little time to think of a means of survival...
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(text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Beg]<c2|]
(text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|]
[]<c5|
(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting Margo's stomach. The walls merely deflect all blows you send at it. It's as if the lining of her stomach is as solid as steel.
##(text-style:"blur")["No use ant, greater beings than you have tried to escape my stomach, and all have failed."]]]
(click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to plead with Margo. After a brief pause the giantess responds.
##(text-style:"blur")["No. What goes into my stomach stays there. You are food now, my food."]]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is impossible to move in any way. Even with tools, Margo's valves are just too powerful...]]
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Having tried what you can, you can simply [[accept your fate|Margo Death]] as protein for Margo.
(after:30s)[Or possibly, you could try and [[hold on]] for just a bit longer...(text-colour:purple)[(50%])]
(set: $greenbad to 'false')(set: $MargoFriend to 'true')(set: $CrushCore to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''//
Blearily, you come to. The warm light of the Foyer’s chandelier beams down from above, its blurry visage also outlines the face of the predator that just devoured you moments ago.
You sit up, in front of you rests a sheer toned wall of black fabric and buttons. Margo's abdomen. It dawns upon you that you were just in there mere moments ago. As if to accentuate this matter further, the wall of flesh grumbles angrily, having lost a potential source of protein. Margo then draws you upwards carefully.
Held within the fingers of the muscle-bound giantess, sticky, smelling of stale breath, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Margo inspects your form, impressed that you managed to survive the ordeal. She then raises her shades to rest upon her forehead, those baby blue eyes twinkling now in the mellow light of the entrance foyer.
“It is rare that I encounter someone of such exceptional resolve, both physically and mentally. What you have accomplished is truly impressive for your minimized scale. THIS is what my master wanted to prove. That by any means necessary, the greatest among her children will strive for success regardless of the odds set against them. I am honored to have been a part of cultivating such an opportunity for you to display your tactfulness.” Margo bows her head to you.
"It is only befitting that you are rewarded for your strength.” Margo shuffles about in the back pocket of her suit pants, bringing up towards you a small metal dome and a bronze bracelet. The bracelet, belt like in scale for you, is a simple bronze chain that fits neatly across your waist.
The small metal dome is the size of a grain of rice, but to you, it could potentially even fit in your own pocket. “This here is transformative tech developed by our very own Dr. Fosc.”
You’ve heard of this professor before. He works closely with your faculty, that of Advanced Microscopic Sciences. Yet, his own faculty, that of experimental robotics, was discontinued for unknown reasons.
Margo continues to explain, “The tech was confiscated from Dr. Fosc's lab when he was let go from the University. Yet, its power still holds. In a dire situation of crushing, crack open the tiny dome, something you should be able to do, ant, given your strength. In doing so, a series of micro drones will shield you from upwards of 2 tons of force.”
At your scale, crushing is all too common, either accidental or deliberate. A shield of micro drones with a one-time use could prove invaluable. You thank Margo for the device, pocketing it within your inventory.
Carefully, Margo places you once more upon the ground. “Best of luck. I hope your journeys in these next couple of days are successful. I eagerly await your return when you have procured the necessary bands.”
Margo then salutes you, as you make your way back to the [[Entrance Foyer]].
Unfortunately, your eyes begin to list, your body goes numb, and your skin stings agonizingly from the acidic environment about you. Margo's digestive system, efficient and made strong from years of physical activity and training, has bested you. Slowly, your consciousness fades away as your form converts into simple calories for the much stronger predator that has claimed you.
"Hmph, another ant disposed of." Margo then clutches her left buttocks, peeling away the cheek beneath her suit pants.
##(text-style:"sway")[FRAP! ]
"Oof, to be converted into protein farts it seems."
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You stand at the entranceway to Meadows Mansion. Stone pillars flank you on either side, grand mahogany doors mark the doorway to the estate.
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You'll never truly get used to the feeling of staring up at giants. The world from below is just so staggering along with the risks of being so tiny. You displace your anxiety and approach the Alt Girl.
The thin, slightly tanned girl leans against the door casually, still preoccupied with her phone. One untied black converse sneaker props her up while the other one is pressed disrespectfully against the ornate door. Without glancing away from the phone, her free left hand grabs a small toothpick from the tight jean shorts pocket. She idly picks at her teeth.
This girl is almost the complete opposite to the prim and proper guests you expected to be visiting Meadows Mansion. Yet, at the moment, she stands between you and the entrance and ultimately, a meeting with the Headmaster.
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You can wave and holler to get her [[attention]]. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
Or approach [[beneath her]]. Maybe there is a way under the door.
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Current Max Grace with bronze band 6 before entering.
Max Chaos 6-7
Pool vore scene - Tie in with story in change rooms
Gremlin closet vore scene
Disposal antics in change room
Serpentine Waltz requires dance movements from book, 2 passages, 1 torn in kitchen.
Messy clutz vore in kitchen with food.
Bar drinking game who hid silver bracelet amongst 3 girls.
Shrunk prof hides and takes care of shrinkies without bracelets. Snake goddess comes and eats them.
Basement Male prof
Lady Dimestrescu like guard(if: $GreenBand is 'true')[(text-colour:#3c903e)[Green Band] - The wristband is thin and made of a dark green leather. Upon closer inspection, the initials B.A.M.S. are engraved across its length.]
(if: $YellowBand is 'true')[(text-colour:#dfdf3a)[Yellow Band] - The band is made of a thick plastic, adorned with a tiny pendant at the center. It depicts a silhouetted woman in a top hat and held in her palm is a tiny figure.]
(if: $BronzeBand is 'true')[(text-colour:#cd7f32)[Bronze Band] - Seemingly made out of real bronze, the metal wristband is weighty and simple. A small engraving where the links of the band meet shows the initials "M.M."]
(if: $RedBand is 'true')[(text-colour:#a30000)[Red Band] - A rubbery crimson band with a thin clasp keeping it together. A solid ruby sits at the center. Engraved into the stone is a sword and shield.]
(link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Trial of Might]''//
The crushing weight of the giantess’s forefinger and thumb bears down upon you like a vice. Above, your arms and shoulders bear down upon the crushing force, head turned to the side, teeth gritted. Below, your knees bend, calves and quadriceps shake with exertion. Ahead of you, Margo’s cold unblinking stare behind those red shades gives you no indication of sympathy or remorse. You truly believe this woman would not hesitate in grinding you into a red paste.
You shew away that thought. You are here amongst the greatest students at Fantasia University for a reason. A future of success, power, desire, anything you could imagine could all be yours. This woman’s trial is but one of many along your road to accomplishment.
With a heavy breath, you push apart the fingers above and below you, straining against the weight. You can’t help but let out an earthshaking roar, as the air rushes out of your lungs. Slowly, assuredly, the fingers begin to part. The blue eyes of the bodyguard widen subtly, surprise creeping across her stoic visage.
Your arms and legs are now extended; you push apart the fingers fully. Your breathing is labored, sweat drips across your brow, yet you stand triumphantly having resisted Margo’s crushing force.
“Impressive, I did not expect an ant of your stature to be able to resist my own strength.” States Margo plainly.
She returns you to the center of her palm, you stagger about within the calloused hand, weary but no worse for wear. With little hesitation, the bodyguard removes the red band from her wrist and holds it in front of you. At your scale, the wristband is more akin to a belt. On one end, a small loose clasp holds the band together, while on the other a ruby is inlaid with sword and shield design engraved into its surface.
“You’ve earned this ant.” She holds the band before you. “However.” Margo’s gaze fixates upon you sternly. “I see potential in your form. I have but one more trial. This test is by no means simple, and thus survival for you IS NOT guaranteed. Choose to complete this task here and now and I shall reward you with an item that will surely help you in your endeavors.” This statement piques your interest. “Or refuse, and I simply set you along your way.”
You consider your options.
“What’s say you, ant?”
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Agree to complete the [[second trial]].
You already obtained the red band, [[refuse]] and go on you way.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''//
You are not one to bow down from a trial placed before you. As a student of Fantasia University, you are prepared for anything the world has to throw at you. And the bonus of receiving a valuable item from Margo is too much to pass up.
You nod up towards the bodyguard. You swear you notice a subtle grin spread across her thin lips in response.
“Very well ant, but do not say I did not warn you.”
Margo’s palm begins to rise slowly towards her face. This close, you’re given the opportunity to fully appreciate the woman’s subtle beauty. Although older than most students, Margo’s complexion is peachy with subtle signs of mid thirties age about her eyes. Her taught lips however show little to no creases, the presence of laugh lines invisible, as if this woman has never expressed joy a moment in her life. Then, those thin lips get closer, or alternatively, Margo is bringing her palm up towards her mouth. Goosebumps begin to form across your skin. Slowly, the lips part as Margo utters one single word.
“Enter.”
Before you can even protest, Margo’s maw clicks open, a rush of stale breath washing over your form as she exhales upon you. The slick chamber opens. Columns of saliva bubble about from the roof of her maw down towards her flat tongue. A thick film of white plasters across the bodyguard’s tastebuds; she must be dehydrated. Dryly, the back of her throat flexes.
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[[Refuse and back down]]. No way you’re going in there.
[[Comply]]. You wouldn’t want to back down now, given the circumstances.
(set: $RedBand to 'true')
(set: $MargoMad to 'true')
You decide to decline the offer. The first task was difficult enough and you don’t want to risk the chance of failure for some item that may or may not help you.
“Suit yourself ant.” Margo hands you the red band.
Unceremoniously, she shifts you about in her calloused fist, placing on the ground between her feet. Now staring down at you from above, the muscular legs of the bodyguard shift about into a shoulder width stance, prepared once more to protect the entrance to the second floor.
Bluntly, Margo states, “Understand this, you still DO NOT possess a bronze bracelet. If you even consider approaching me again without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”
Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another.
“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.”
Return to the [[Entrance Foyer]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''//
You back away from the opened maw, refusing to play along with this trial any longer. Bright blue eyes lock onto you from far above, staring down at your shivering form. They can sense your fear, your trepidation. One of Margo’s lids twitches.
The lips close, frowning. “Cowardice. I have no patience for the weak. You are not worthy of sullying my master’s mansion with this kind of behavior. I shall do her a favor and dispose of you instead.”
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It appears you struck a nerve with Margo, as before you can even react you are pinched and tossed into the very place you were avoiding. The sweltering mouth opens. You are only given a brief glimpse of the sticky red chamber before you are carelessly tossed inside with a wet SPLAT.
The maw clacks closed in an instant, sealing you in sudden darkness. Ruthlessly, the tip of Margo’s tongue flexes beneath you, ferrying you directly towards the back of her mouth. It seems as you she means to swallow you quickly, to her you are simply food.
Battered about by the sticky tongue, the appendage presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom.
##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!'']
Swallowed.
##(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]
The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below.
##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!'']
Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism.
You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape.
##(text-style:"blur")["I have no sympathy for cowards. Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”]
The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you.
[[Continue|Margo Stomach]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''//
Tentatively, you walk up towards the red bottom lip of the giantess. You place a palm upon its surface, dry and cracked. The skin twitches with your touch, the lips lowering even further, tongue outstretched slightly to welcome you inside. The appendage is coated with a thick white slime, bubbles of saliva dribble about the surface. You crawl over the lips of the bodyguard, knees and hands resting upon the tongue as you enter the predator’s maw.
Once your full body is within Margo’s mouth, the teeth behind you shut instantaneously.
##(text-style:"rumble")[''CLACK!'']
Your chamber is now sealed, yet light still permeates through the thin gaps between her teeth. The lips remain parted while the incisors form a barrier to the outside world. You try and stand, wondering what trial Margo has planned for you. Suddenly, the muscle beneath you shifts about, the bodyguard intent on answering your question. Your body is scooped up carefully into the divot of her tongue. Creases form along the tongue’s length, a rough-cut line parts in the center channel, tastebuds and flesh rub against your body roughly. Prone, you are ferried to the center of her maw. For a moment, you gaze back towards the pit at the rear of Margo’s mouth. Her throat looms there ominously, the red uvula dancing about the chasm as if beckoning you to venture deeper…
But that is not where you are headed. Instead, the tongue shifts about, the rows of teeth part slightly, and then the appendage plants your form upon her rear molars. Before you can move or adjust yourself, the teeth begin to close downwards. Another trial of Might you assume. Your muscles didn’t fail you before, so hopefully they don’t give out here and now inside this damp and dire place. You’ll need to act fast, hopefully luck is on your side.
[[Dodge out of the way]]. You don’t think you’ll be able to resist the pressure again.
[[Resist the crushing force|MargoEscape]] of her teeth. You believe in your strength. (50%)
(text-colour:yellow)[(if:$prybar is 'true')[[Use the Bobby Pin as a Wedge|MargoEscape2]]](if:$prybar is 'true')[(100%)]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''//
You’d rather not test your luck here and instead jump out of the way of the crushing molars. Landing onto the tongue, you stare back, the teeth crushing down where you once were. Panting, you stare about your chamber. Trapped now in Margo’s maw, it soon becomes painfully clear that the only exit from this place is through the hole behind you, her throat. Your assumptions are made clear, as an ominous growl echoes up from the depths below.
##(text-style:"sway")[''GRRRMMMM…'']
Margo doesn’t even bother speaking, which would potentially give you a chance to escape through parting teeth. Instead, having sensed your failure, the bodyguard’s tongue presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom.
##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!'']
Swallowed.
##(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]
The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below.
##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!'']
Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism.
You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape.
##(text-style:"blur")["I have no sympathy for cowards. Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”]
The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you.
[[Continue|Margo Stomach]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''//
Using what strength you have left; you muster all your remaining might to press against the teeth from above. [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 50)[Incredibly, you halt the imposing force of the teeth. Crying out in anguish from the sheer rigidity of the tooth, you press your palms upwards into the rock-hard surface, slowly moving the massive boulder away from you. For the second time today, you have done the incredible. Extending your body straight again, you scream out in triumph. You can’t help but laugh out at the absurdity of your own strength and success, or rather luck. The teeth then soon part as a pair of fingers reach in to grab your exhausted form. [[Continue|Margo Success]].(text-colour:cyan)[ (+2 Grace)]](else:)[Unfortunately, it’s not enough. Your hands begin to ache from the dull sharpness of the molar above. Your feet wobble and fail to gain traction against the slick surface below. Panting about in terror, the crushing teeth soon compress onto your form. You cry out in anguish and pain, until suddenly, the teeth halt in place. You look about in confusion, has Margo spared you? The tip of her tongue then dislodges you from her teeth like a loose scrap of food. From the rear of her throat, you hear a disappointed sigh. Then, you are battered about by the sticky tongue, the appendage presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom.
##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!'']
Swallowed.
##(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]
The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below.
##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!'']
Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism.
You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape.
##(text-style:"blur")[“Pity, I thought you would succeed there…Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”]
The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you.
[[Continue|Margo Stomach]]
]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''//
Thinking quickly, using the tools that you have, you wedge the bobby pin between the molar to assist you with the push. Thankfully, your quick thinking is rewarded.
Incredibly, you halt the imposing force of the teeth. Crying out in anguish from the sheer rigidity of the tooth, you press your palms upwards into the rock-hard surface, slowly moving the massive boulder away from you. For the second time today, you have done the incredible. Extending your body straight again, you scream out in triumph. You can’t help but laugh out at the absurdity of your own strength and success, or rather luck. The teeth then soon part as a pair of fingers reach in to grab your exhausted form. [[Continue|Margo Success]]. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+2 Grace)]
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+2))(set: $greenbad to 'false')(set: $MargoFriend to 'true')(set: $CrushCore to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''//
Held within the fingers of the muscle-bound giantess, sticky, smelling of stale breath, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Margo inspects your form, impressed that you managed to survive the ordeal. She then raises her shades to rest upon her forehead, those baby blue eyes twinkling now in the mellow light of the entrance foyer.
“It is rare that I encounter someone of such exceptional resolve, both physically and mentally. What you have accomplished is truly impressive for your minimized scale. THIS is what my master wanted to prove. That by any means necessary, the greatest among her children will strive for success regardless of the odds set against them. I am honored to have been a part of cultivating such an opportunity for you to display your tactfulness.” Margo bows her head to you.
"It is only befitting that you are rewarded for your strength.” Margo shuffles about in the back pocket of her suit pants, bringing up towards you a small metal dome and a bronze bracelet. The bracelet, belt like in scale for you, is a simple bronze chain that fits neatly across your waist.
The small metal dome is the size of a grain of rice, but to you, it could potentially even fit in your own pocket. “This here is transformative tech developed by our very own Dr. Fosc.”
You’ve heard of this professor before. He works closely with your faculty, that of Advanced Microscopic Sciences. Yet, his own faculty, that of experimental robotics, was discontinued for unknown reasons.
Margo continues to explain, “The tech was confiscated from Dr. Fosc's lab when he was let go from the University. Yet, its power still holds. In a dire situation of crushing, crack open the tiny dome, something you should be able to do, ant, given your strength. In doing so, a series of micro drones will shield you from upwards of 2 tons of force.”
At your scale, crushing is all too common, either accidental or deliberate. A shield of micro drones with a one-time use could prove invaluable. You thank Margo for the device, pocketing it within your inventory.
Carefully, Margo places you once more upon the ground. “Best of luck. I hope your journeys in these next couple of days are successful. I eagerly await your return when you have procured the necessary bands.”
Margo then salutes you, as you make your way back to the [[Entrance Foyer]].
(set: $greenbad to 'false')(set: $BronzeBand to 'true')
Feeling your enthusiasm as you pat against Agatha’s palm, she perks up and affirms Beth.
“OH, ya please! Logan could definitely use an extra one…even if they might have one already…”
Beth responds awkwardly, “Okaaay…Whatever you say Agatha, here just take it, I don’t really care.
Your chamber shifts as Agatha’s left hand moves to accept the bronze band before returning behind her once more. Unfurling in her fist is a simple chain bronze bracelet. At your scale, it can easily fit around your waist as a belt.
“Welp, I’m heading in now! I got a lot of prep to do for the show later, come watch it kay?”
Beth grumbles again, “Ya ya, sure Agatha, but first I got to find me some cigs, I’ve been going through em like crazy waiting out here. I’ll see you inside soon enough.”
“K bye!”
Your chamber tumbles about again, as Agatha rushes forward into the manor. As you hear the doors close behind you, the goth girl unfurls her sweaty palms, eyes wide and smile drawn wide.
“Hey, cool belt! I’m sure it will help later on. Anywho, I gotta get ready for my show later. Its on the second floor, but my prof Mistress Monrose said I’ll need to check in with her first before heading up there. You should come say hi later in the Lounge, that’s where she’ll be.”
Abruptly, Agatha places you onto the red carpet of the entrance way. It seems as though a small crowd is gathering in the area, Agatha simply brushes through them in a rush, lost amongst the group.
[[Continue.]]
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))(set: $greenbad to 'true')
Feeling no response from you whatsoever, Agatha assumes correctly you don’t want the bracelet.
“Umm, na I’m good, I’m sure Logan already has their own. Wouldn’t want you to waste your stock afterall!”
Beth huffs, “I got like a ton of them, but whatever.”
Agatha shifts about awkwardly. “Welp, I’m heading in now! I got a lot of prep to do for the show later, come watch it kay?”
Beth grumbles again, “Ya ya, sure Agatha, but first I got to find me some cigs, I’ve been going through em like crazy waiting out here. I’ll see you inside soon enough.”
“K bye!”
Your chamber tumbles about again, as Agatha rushes forward into the manor. As you hear the doors close behind you, the goth girl unfurls her sweaty palms, eyes wide and smile drawn wide.
“Man, you’re pretty cool trying to go in there solo after what Beth said!” Anywho, I gotta get ready for my show later. Its on the second floor, but my prof Mistress Monrose said I’ll need to check in with her first before heading up there. You should come say hi later in the Lounge, that’s where she’ll be.”
Abruptly, Agatha places you onto the red carpet of the entrance way. It seems as though a small crowd is gathering in the area, Agatha simply brushes through them in a rush, lost amongst the group.
[[Continue.]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''//
The tumultuous stomach gurgles ominously, intent on dissolving you into nothingness despite your resistance. But you know truly against all odds you must hold on. You’ve dealt with a variety of questionable situations before, and this one is no different.
##(text-style:"sway")[''GRRRRMMMMM!'']
The Creepy girl’s gut roars as a deluge of sticky rainbow chyme rushes past you in a large wave. You cling on dearly to the stomach lining as the current within the chamber picks up. A sucking drone burbles out far off from the corner of the stomach. Squinting, you can barely make out the pyloric sphincter widening slightly to ferry the girl’s generous stomach contents into her duodenum. This could be an opportunity to head deeper into the Creepy girl’s body, but are your odds really better down there than your current conditions in her stomach? Regardless, you know that going down into the depths of her guts is a one-way trip with the only exit being…her anus. You’ll need to make a choice.
---
[[Venture deeper|Agatha Venture Deeper]], your odds down there are better than in the stomach.
[[Hang on a bit longer|Agatha Hang On]] in her stomach, maybe there is a slim chance she’ll still let you out.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Alt Girl's Guts]''//
You decide to travel downwards into the stewing depths of the Alt Girl’s digestive tract. Pushing away from the slick stomach lining, you swim through the acidic mire, latching onto the pulsing orifice at the far end of the giantess’s stomach. Sickly squelches allow swaths of fluid to periodically flow through as the sphincter winks open and closed. You time your entrance just right to slip through into the entrance of her duodenum.
The valve clamps down shut behind you, and immediately you begin to regret your decision. The small tube compresses tight upon your body with little room to maneuver in any way whatsoever. The role of the Alt Girl’s duodenum is to break down and further digest any matter that moves on from the mechanical digestion of her stomach, something you wish you had known before entering this hellscape. Another pulse of the tube around you, this one slicker with fluid, causes your body to ache once more. Squirts of various digestive fluids coat your form. Slowly, you begin to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and its replacement with caustic fumes in this cramped environment. You can’t hold on any longer, it’s too much. Your eyes close as you fade away into darkness…
(text-colour:#745e49)[[[Continue|Beth Disposal]]]
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot Alt Girl1")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Alt Girl?")[(load-game:"Slot Alt Girl1")]
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Or return to [[Start]]
(set: $FreshLobby to 'true')(set: $FreshLobby2 to 'true')(set: $greenbad to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''//
You stay put inside the Alt Girl’s belly. From experience, you know all too well that going further down into a girl’s guts only leads to a swift end. No way to survive that ordeal unless you had some sort of special tech or if the girl swallowed an augmented form of medication. You’ve heard of it somewhat before, but never encountered it in practice. Regardless, you’re not banking on the fact that this girl swallowed a pill to keep you alive through her rampaging lower guts. Still clinging onto the stomach walls, you close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing to conserve what oxygen you have. You try and think of your goals here at Fantasia, your program, and persisting through any odds set against you.
Over time, the world becomes bleary, your consciousness fades in and out, and eventually you let go of your perch along the stomach walls. Slowly, you drift in the acidic sea of the Alt Girl’s belly, hoping for a slim chance of escape…
---
Periwinkle…a blue flower. The scent is delicate and calming. Smooth linens, the feeling is fresh and soft. Warmth, the air is damp but not overtly humid.
Slowly you open your eyes. The cascading sounds of water streaming about off in the distance. A subtle fogginess fills your room, no doubt from the steam perpetuating your environment. This is no stomach, no you are in a locker room of sorts upon a countertop. Beneath you, a small cloth is laid out and off to the side a sprig of periwinkle rests along with a note.
Standing up wearily, you inspect yourself and realize you are still clothed and clean.
You figure you’re in Meadows Mansion, but where exactly is unknown. You’ll need to get your bearings and make your way to a central location. Your role in this weekend’s gala is still unknown.
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From here you notice a towel off to the side, you could [[climb down|Woman's Changeroom]] it to make your way to the tiled floor.
Off to the side is the [[note|Beth Note]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Next Day]''//
“Ugh, can’t concentrate on the dance with this pressure in my ass.” Grumbles Beth. “Gotta hurry back, can’t keep Mistress Meduna waiting…”
The egg-white doorway towards the girl’s locker room opens. Lavish scents fill the air, a subtle fog of steam dampens the atmosphere while the splashing sounds of water trickling give the space an essence of tranquility.
Beth quickly finds an empty private stall, seemingly in a rush. Today she wears a navy-blue ballroom gown alongside a set of blue heels. Her makeup is done a bit more formally, but still shows off her characteristic Alt nature with piercings and elaborate eye shadow.
Swiftly, the girl hikes up her dress, pulling down her simple black undies to plop her tan lined ass onto the porcelain throne.
The small fleshy globes part quickly from the pressure applied to the seat. Tiny bits of stray hairs line the perimeter of her tight snatch, while the interior lips twinkle pink with perspiration and dampness. A hissing follows suit, as Beth relieves her bladder, a stream of clear fluid rushing out of her urethra.
“Ahhh, relief.” She sighs.
Further behind, the dark ring of the girls rectum pulses and remains flexed as she pees. A small puff of air escapes her rear. Slowly, Beth strains as the creases of her asshole flex wide to reveal a pink shaded interior replacing the brown radial lines of her anus’ exterior.
“Hnng, gotta hurry…”
Seemingly she is in a rush, as suddenly the hole dilates wide, a round bulbous mass of brown slipping out past her rectal walls. Amongst the mass is a smattering of white specks. Your bones. All that remains of you, a snack forgotten by the Alt girl, is a pile of brown mush at the bottom of the toilet.
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FLSSHHH!
“Ok, gotta get back to the ballroom!”
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot Alt Girl1")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Alt Girl?")[(load-game:"Slot Alt Girl1")]
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Or return to [[Start]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Creepy Girl's Guts]''//
You decide to travel downwards into the stewing depths of the Creepy Girl’s digestive tract. Pushing away from the sticky stomach lining, you swim through the thick burbling mire, latching onto the pulsing orifice at the far end of the giantess’s stomach. Slick squelches allow chunks of gummy bear to periodically flow through as the sphincter winks open and closed. You time your entrance just right to slip through into the entrance of her duodenum.
The valve clamps down shut behind you, and immediately you begin to regret your decision. The small tube compresses tight upon your body with little room to maneuver in any way whatsoever. The role of the Creepy Girl’s duodenum is to break down and further digest any matter that moves on from the mechanical digestion of her stomach, something you wish you had known before entering this hellscape. Another pulse of the tube around you, this one slicker with fluid, causes your body to ache once more. Squirts of various digestive fluids coat your form. Slowly, you begin to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and its replacement with caustic fumes in this cramped environment. You can’t hold on any longer, it’s too much. Your eyes close as you fade away into darkness…
(text-colour:#745e49)[[[Continue|Agatha Disposal]]]
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot A")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Bushes?")[(load-game:"Slot A")]
]}
Or return to [[Start]](set: $FreshLobby to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''//
You stay put inside the Creepy Girl’s belly. From experience, you know all too well that going further down into a girl’s guts only leads to a swift end. No way to survive that ordeal unless you had some sort of special tech or if the girl swallowed a digestive form of medication. You’ve heard of it somewhat before, but never encountered it in practice. Regardless, you’re not banking on the fact that this girl swallowed a pill to keep you alive through her rampaging lower guts. Still clinging onto the stomach walls, you close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing to conserve what oxygen you have. You try and think of your goals here at Fantasia, your program, and persisting through any odds set against you.
Over time, the world becomes bleary, your consciousness fades in and out, and eventually you let go of your perch along the stomach walls. Slowly, you drift in the sticky rainbow sea of the Creepy Girl’s belly, hoping for a slim chance of escape…
---
Lavendar…a purple flower. The scent is delicate and calming. Smooth linens, the feeling is fresh and soft. Warmth, the air is damp but not overtly humid.
Slowly you open your eyes. The cascading sounds of water streaming about off in the distance. A subtle fogginess fills your room, no doubt from the steam perpetuating your environment. This is no stomach, no you are in a locker room of sorts upon a countertop. Beneath you, a small cloth is laid out and off to the side a sprig of lavender rests along with a note.
Standing up wearily, you inspect yourself and realize you are still clothed and clean.
You figure you’re in Meadows Mansion, but where exactly is unknown. You’ll need to get your bearings and make your way to a central location. Your role in the weekend’s gala is still unknown.
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From here you notice a towel off to the side, you could [[climb down|Woman's Changeroom]] it to make your way to the tiled floor.
Off to the side is the [[note]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Next Day]''//
“Ooof, last night was wild…” Agatha clutches her temples wearily, eyelids darkened and eyes bloodshot from a night of heavy drinking.
“Ughhh, gotta shit too real bad…”
Groggily, the thick Creepy Girl finds her way towards a restroom.
The egg-white doorway towards the girl’s locker room opens. Lavish scents fill the air, a subtle fog of steam dampens the atmosphere while the splashing sounds of water trickling give the space an essence of tranquility.
But tranquility is the last thing that Agatha is going to give to this world in her next couple of moments. The girl trudges forward, finding an empty stall. She is still wearing the same clothes from the day prior, if not even more disheveled, stains of alcohol and food marking her shirt. Carelessly, Agatha pulls down her skirt revealing her pale white ass to the world, marked with a flush of red and goosebumps. She peels away her sweaty panties and plops her heavy bottom onto the porcelain throne. Drearily, the girl plants her chin into her palms, letting nature take its course.
Agatha’s pube ridden vagina flexes as her urethra sprays out a heavy stream of yellow fluid.
“Ohhh yaaa.” Moans the girl in satisfaction.
Soon after further back, Agatha’s slick pink anus flexes and opens briefly, a heavy fetid fart echoing into the bowl.
FRAAAP!
“Oh man, its gonna be a big one!”
The bubblegum pink anus stretches impossibly wide, small specks of pubic hair pulled to the widest perimeter of her asshole. Slick red flesh inside the hole lets loose stray gas before a dark log of shit rounds the bend of her inner colon and sloughs out into the toilet with a smack. Piles of dark crap fill the bottom of the bowl, and speckled throughout the mass are a generous portion of white bones. Somewhere in the mass is your remnants, yet it’s indistinguishable from the rest of the tinies Agatha must have consumed during the previous evening’s events.
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Wiping once, the girl flushes, pulling up her panties lazily.
FLSHHHHH!
“Mmmk, time to see what Mistress Monrose wants to do today!”
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot A")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Bushes?")[(load-game:"Slot A")]
]}
Or return to [[Start]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Agatha's Note]''//
Upon closer inspection, the note is seemingly scrawled upon a napkin in black ink. It reads the following:
[//You’re lucky, tiny. If Beth hadn’t warned me you weren’t Logan then you’d most likely just be fat on my ass, suffocated inside me, or lodged in my crap at this point. Either way, sorry for the mixup. Anywho, come say hi later on in the Lounge, maybe we can hang out and have a couple of drinks?
Btw, the Headmistress Meadows is planning an introduction ceremony in the Entrance Foyer pretty soon. Wouldn’t wanna miss it if I were you.
*Agatha*
P.S. (You actually are kinda cute :P)//]
A tiny drawing, a cute skull next to a crude drawing of a butt is signed at the bottom of the note. You don’t really know what to make of the letter and its connotation. At the moment, you’ll have to catch up with the girl later if you so desire. Ultimately though, you should heed Agatha's warning and head to the Entrance Foyer soon.
---
From here can climb down the [[towel|Woman's Changeroom]] off to the side to the tiled floor.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Changerooms]''//
The air is thick and warm. Steam coalesces upon the ceiling above. Around you, fragrant scents of various shampoos and essential oils fill the air. Tiled flooring, inlaid with gold, speckles the floors and walls. At the center of the room is a large golden statue, Mistress Meadows, posing vibrantly. Affixed above to her palms is a large golden jug pouring out water into a pool below. The Woman’s changeroom is a scene of elegance.
Currently you stand in the center of the Woman’s Changeroom. To the north you can see a pathway leading to a series of private shower stalls and at the end of the hall is a doorway marked “pool.” To the east, a series of private changerooms line the wall. Each door closes fully and inside the area is spacious and clean. Lastly, to the south is the exit out towards the hall.
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You can go [[North|Shower Stalls]] to the Private Shower Stalls.
You can go [[East|Changerooms]] to the Changerooms.
Or you can exit [[South|East Hall]] to the Hall.
=><=
(b4r:"dotted","none","none")+(b4r-colour:white)[
''{(link:"Checkpoint: Changerooms")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot Changerooms"))[
Game saved!
](else: )[
Sorry, I couldn't save your game.
]
]}
'']//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Later...]''//
##(text-style:"blink")[''THMB!
THMB!
THMB!'']
“They’re literally behind you, ya clutz, there in that little mound.” A raspy voice.
“Huh, hey! Don’t look! It’s not what you think!” The Creepy Girl.
“Eww, what the hell are you doing Agatha? You getting off or something literally out here in the bushes?” Replies the Alt Girl.
“No no, it’s not like that!” Stammers Agatha as she dawns her glasses.
“Well it sure as hell looked like it! By the way, I thought I saw a person from the B.A.M.S. faculty shrink down a couple minutes ago along the manor path. Have you seen them?”
Agatha blushes a deep crimson red, incapable of forming words or a sentence.
“No fucking way…”
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##''KTHUNK!''
##(text-style:"sway")[''SQUISH!'']
##(text-style:"blur")[''“Ugh, just come out already…” '']
Planted upon a porcelain throne, Agatha’s heavy pale rear encompasses a majority of the seat. With cheeks puffed out, she pushes her abdomen in hopes of releasing from her vagina one hopefully living occupant, you.
##''“I know you probably had a thing for my pussy, but enough is enough tiny, get…OUT!”''
##(text-style:"buoy")[''SHHLICK!'']
A small trickle of vaginal mucous seeps out of the Creepy Girl’s bubblegum pink pussy lips. Spread wide, the vaginal canal opens, a sputter of slick pussy slime ushered outwards alongside one tiny occupant.
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##''SPLSH!''
Agatha turns around on the seat staring back down into the bowl.
“Eww, gross…” She reaches down to retrieve you.
[[Continue|Post Toilet Scene]]
(set: $FreshLobby to 'true')(set: $FreshLobby2 to 'true')(set: $greenbad to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Changeroom Sink]''//
Lavendar…a purple flower. The scent is delicate...calming. Smooth linens, the feeling is fresh and soft. Warmth, the air is damp but not overtly humid.
Slowly you open your eyes. The cascading sounds of water streaming about off in the distance. A subtle fogginess fills your room, no doubt from the steam perpetuating your environment. This is bodily interior, no you are in a locker room of sorts upon a countertop. Beneath you, a small cloth is laid out and off to the side a sprig of lavender rests along with a note.
Standing up wearily, you inspect yourself and realize you are still clothed and clean.
You figure your in Meadows Mansion, but where exactly is unknown. You’ll need to get your bearings and make your way to a central location. Your role in this weekend's gala is still unknown.
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From here you notice a towel draped over the counter, you could [[climb down|Woman's Changeroom]] it to make your way to the tiled floor.
Off to the side is the [[note]].
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Beth's Note]''//
Upon closer inspection, the note is drawn out on a thick sheet of paper. The writing is fine, cursive, and navy blue. It reads the following:
(text-colour:navy)[//I’m not usually one to give second chances, yet here I am writing this note. You get one more shot, Pipsqueak. Next time you try and mess with me I won’t be so generous. If you want to make it up to me, I’ll be in the Ballroom. Bring me a smoke or I won’t even lock eyes with you.
Also, Mistress Meadows is planning a formal introductory meeting in the Entrance Foyer for all the attending guests. She’ll most likely explain what’s going on this weekend so I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.
Regards,
Bethany//]
Your feelings towards how you acted with Beth are your own. Nevertheless, it seems as though she has given you a second chance. Best not squander it. Either way, you should most definitely head towards the Entrance Foyer soon enough to be present for the entrance ceremony.
From here you can climb down the [[towel|Woman's Changeroom]] off to the side to the tiled floor.
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Shower Stalls]''//
Drawn to the source of the steam, you head northwards towards the showers. Down the hallway, the moisture within the air begins to increase. Before you, the glory of the shower room is revealed. The interior is spacious and immaculate. Opening up to a much larger scale, above, a canopy of greenery lines the ceiling. Vines and luscious plant life give the shower stalls a tropical jungle like feel. To your left and right, rocky outcroppings pour forth steaming waterfalls that cascade downwards into a dozen private shower stalls. The tile flooring is also replaced with a more natural black obsidian stone. The water here must be sourced from a natural hot spring.
At the far end of the stalls, a wooden door marked with the title "pool" marks the exit to this room.
---
You can [[Continue forward]]
Or head back to the [[Central Woman’s Changeroom|Woman's Changeroom]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Stalls]''//
You head over towards the east. Here, half a dozen milk-white wooden doors stand miles above you. The handles are gilded, an inlaid crystal set within the middle of each doorknob. Written in a golden calligraphy font, each door denotes a number ranging from 1-6. The gap below each door is generous enough that you can easily fit underneath them.
From here you can choose to enter underneath any of the 6 doorways.
---
You can inspect:
[[Door 1]]
[[Door 2]]
[[Door 3]]
[[Door 4]]
[[Door 5]]
[[Door 6]]
Or head back to the [[Central Woman’s Changeroom|Woman's Changeroom]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1]''//
You head towards door #1. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments.
---
Within this changing room, you notice an individual’s belongings scattered about amongst the storage haphazardly. Obviously, whoever uses this changeroom is not very tidy.
You can head(text-colour:#4d300f)[ [[East|Toilets1]] ]to the Gilded Toilets
Or you can go [[North|Cubbies1]] to the cubbies.
You can also go [[West|Hooks1]] to the hooks and minifridge.
Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2]''//
You head towards door #2. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments.
---
Within this changing room, you notice a mostly vacant interior. A coat is hung up on the hooks and 1 of the cubbies is closed.
You can head [[East|Toilets2]] to the Gilded Toilets
Or you can go [[North|Cubbies2]] to the cubbies.
You can also go [[West|Hooks2]] to the hooks and minifridge.
Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3]''//
You head towards door #3. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments.
---
This room is almost entirely empty. The only thing that seems to stand out is that one cubie houses a pair of military like boots. The minifridge is also slightly ajar.
You can head [[East|Toilets3]] to the Gilded Toilets
Or you can go [[North|Cubbies3]] to the cubbies.
You can also go [[West|Hooks3]] to the hooks and minifridge.
Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4]''//
You head towards door #4. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments.
---
Within this room you notice a black duffel bag in the center cubie and the right most cubie is locked. The left cubie is open and vacant. Additionally, there is something red in the minifridge.
You can head [[East|Toilets4]] to the Gilded Toilets
Or you can go [[North|Cubbies4]] to the cubbies.
You can also go [[West|Hooks4]] to the hooks and minifridge.
Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #5]''//
You head towards door #5. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments.
---
This room has few belongings in it. Seems as though someone just changed in here to go for a swim. Each cubie is open. There is a smattering of clothes neatly folded in the left most cubie.
You can head [[East|Toilets5]] to the Gilded Toilets
Or you can go [[North|Cubbies5]] to the cubbies.
You can also go [[West|Hooks5]] to the hooks and minifridge.
Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #6]''//
You head towards door #6. Interestingly, there is a makeshift plastic tread taped and fitted to the base of this door. Atop the middle of this tread is a tiny sign. You read it,
(text-colour:#ee6dea)[//No Minimized students allowed! Stay back you little creeps! >_<
-Suki (Saucier Chef) <3//
]
---
Seems like you wont be getting in there for the time being.
You can [[go back|Changerooms]]From here you can access checkpoints throughout the story by inputing the correct codes.
Play through the storyline to unlock applicable codes! (Codes are case and space sensitive)
Password: (input: bind _password)
(link-replace: "Submit")[
(if: _password is "Foyer Fiasco")[
[[Continue|Foyer Checkpoint]]
]
(if: _password is not "Foyer Fiasco")[
Wrong! [[Try again?|Start]]
]
]
(link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)Would you like to enter Meadows Manor with the Bronze Bracelet?
[[Yes|Bronze Band Entrance]]
[[No|No Bronze Band]]
(set: $greenbad to 'false')(set: $BronzeBand to "true")
[[Continue to the Entrance Foyer|Continue.]](set: $greenbad to 'true')
[[Continue to the Entrance Foyer|Continue.]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''//
You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. You begin to turn the corner before you suddenly halt in your tracks. As you round the bend, a heavy scent of earth and more foul smells fill your nose. It's obvious someone recently went to the bathroom here.
At the back of the toilet, a wooden plunger stands upright. You could potentially climb it to get up and onto the toilet's rear.
---
(if: $Chaos is >=10)[Despite the heady aroma assaulting your senses, your curiosity gets the better of you, climbing up the toilet to gaze down into the bowl is a REQUIREMENT for you and your foul mind. [[Proceed to climb]]](else:)[You think twice before climbing up the plunger, let alone getting any closer to the foul smell emanating from the toilet. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +10 Chaos])]
You can [[go back|Door 1]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Cubbies]''//
You approach the set of cubbies along the floor. There are 3 separate doors, all ajar with clothing and various belongings overflowing messily outwards. Amongst the belongings you notice a common trend. Each of the articles of clothing and goods have a distinct 'gothic' theme to them, with various skull like patterns, black smokey tones and vibrant purples adorning the items. You also notice a pair of undergarments peeking out from the mass of dirty clothing.
---
(if: $Chaos is >=5)[You see a glorious opportunity before you. With so many goods at your disposal, there is bound to be something interesting within this person's belongings, perhaps something even valuable. [[Proceed to snoop]]](else:)[You hesitate and decide not to snoop. Better to leave someone's personal belongings undisturbed. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +5 Chaos])]
You can [[go back|Door 1]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Hooks]''//
Completely empty. Whoever came here didn't bother wearing a coat. At the top of the coat racks however is an open glasses case, which too is empty. The minifridge houses just bottles of water, seemingly untouched.
You can [[go back|Cubbies1]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #1: Cubbies]''//
You begin rummaging through the messy pile of belongings scattered before the entrance of the three cubbies. The mass of clothes, makeup and bags blend together, as if someone opened all three cubbies at once and mixed everything together in one massive pile. Despite the mess, you are determined to find something of use. Amongst the clutter, there is a small black book, about the size of a credit card, marked with a chibi skull on the front.
You also notice a striking pair of panties tossed somewhat off to the side of the pile, as if they've been worn recently and then discarded. The garment is pink with tiny skulls adorning the exterior. Seems familiar...
---
(link-replace: "Continue rummaging")[After perusing the mass for sometime, other than finding mostly junk, you locate a small roll of (text-colour:yellow)[black lipstick]. Could prove somewhat useful. (set: $Lipstick to 'true')]
(text-colour:green)[[Inspect the Black Book]]
[[Inspect the Panties]]
You can also [[go back|Cubbies1]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Panty Bandit]''//
Being small often times has its perks. You smile to yourself as you get closer to the discarded panties. Standing before the crumpled mass of cloth, you stare in awe. The undergarment is more akin to a deflated hot air balloon in scale, its length and width nearly more than ten times your own size. From the way the panties were assumedly thrown to the ground, they lay open, with the top of the garment bared to the sky. You step over the bridge of the waistband, standing at the center of the pink panties.
---
(link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Inspect Front]")[The front of the panties are speckled with stray black pubes here and there. There is also a damp white film that forms a line running up and down. Hardened in some spots, others are still fairly wet.]
-
(link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Lick Front]") [Gingerly, you lean down, palms and knees now slightly dampened by the filmy discharge beneath you. Bringing your head closer to the damp spot, you immedietly notice the strong scent. The aura is sour and almost sickly sweet. Despite this, you extend your tongue for a generous lick. The taste is not unlike the smell, with an added tanginess. It's not completely offputting, if it were not for the obvious flavor of sweat that permeates the majority of the flavor.]
-
(link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Inspect Back]") [The back of the panties are completely spotless, no stray pubes in sight. The clean rosey pink of the panties shine through the back of the underwear. A tiny skull has its mouth agape exactly where you assume the girl's asshole would be located while wearing the garment. Ironic.]
-
(link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Lick Back]") [You slouch down upon your knees into the soft cloth and bring your head down towards its surface. The scent is clean yet there are also subtle undertones of other smells now that you are closer. An almost synthetic plasticky smell permeates the area...lube? Regardless, you slip out your tongue for an eager lick. Other than the dryness of lapping cloth, you notice a subtle sweetness.]
---
You can [[return to the cubbies|Cubbies1]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #1: Cubbies]''//
You fan open the book, easy enough to do at your scale given the items tiny size. Flipping through the pages you notice a variety of cute edgy sketches, ranging from skull bunnies with knives, to tiny stick men getting stomped by a much larger stick woman. Coming to one page, you notice a series of notes.
---
//Illusions and Spectacles Show Events:
*Sword Swallowing w. Logan - Attach them to the end of a dildo and deepthroat them! (WARNING! Do not actually swallow them!)
*Butt Sword Swallowing w. Logan - Attach them to the end of a dildo and 'swallow' them with my butthole :P (gotta make sure to be clean for this one!)
*Gilly's Event - Contortionism. She ends the show with a lewd dance. (NOTE! Make sure she does not overdo it with any shrunken volunteers. SUPER NOTE! SHE WILL TRY AND ACTUALLY EAT THEM!!)
//
---
The end of the notes show stick figure drawings of each act for Illusions and Spectacles.
You can also [[go back|Proceed to snoop]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Cubbies]''//
You approach the cubbies along the floor. Both the left and right most cubbies are ajar and empty whilst the one in the middle is closed and locked.
Upon further inspection of the locked cubie, you notice it requires a four-digit numerical passcode.
//(Currently within this patch, there is no way to gain the passcode)//
---
Password: (input: bind _password)
(link-replace: "Submit")[
(if: _password is "4004")[
[[Success!]]
]
(if: _password is not "4004")[
Wrong! [[Try again?|Cubbies2]]
]
]
---
You can [[go back|Door 2]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2:Toilet]''//
You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here.
You can [[go back|Door 2]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Hooks]''//
You approach the series of hooks across the wall. A single article of clothing, a denim jacket, is hung up neatly. There is one pocket slightly ajar with a slip of paper sticking out. The sleeves are long enough that they reach far towards the ground, not touching it, but low enough that you could climb it.
Within the minifridge you notice a couple of water bottles alongside hydration beverages. Obviously whoever is using this room needs the eletrolytes for exercise.
---
You can [[climb up]] the denim jacket.
Or you can [[go back|Cubbies2]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Hooks]''//
You reach up upon your tip toes and jump, just barely able to latch onto the denim sleeve. Hoisting yourself up, you begin to climb. Eventually, you reach the pocket with the slip of paper neatly folded inside.
---
[[Read the note]]
[[Climb down|Hooks2]](set: $Note1 to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Note]''//
The note is written in green ink. The paper is thick and lined with a delicate snake scale like pattern across the edges. The scales reflect the light in a beautiful holographic sheen.
It reads the following, written in a delicate cursive font.
---
(text-colour:green)[//Formal Dance Faculty - Serpentine Waltz Vol. 1 of 3
Time: 3/4
Three Step Counts: "Slow - Quick - Quick" (1,2,3 - 1,2,3 - 1,2,3)
Dance:]
(text-colour:yellow)[Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot.
Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]
(text-colour:green)[There are 4 more steps covered in Vol. 2 & 3.
"Failure in any of the steps to the Serpentine Waltz will result in immediate termination. I need not remind you of this Bethany, darling. If I become too full, please rid of the others for me dear."
"Do not be tardy and brush your teeth of that dammed smoke scent."
Regards,
Mistress Meduna//]
---
Seems like the movements to a waltz. Could be useful to learn the whole dance if you'd want to impress this Mistress Meduna figure. You'll need to procure the full volume to do so. You pocket the note for later reference.
[[Climb down|Hooks2]]//Formal Dance Faculty - Serpentine Waltz Vol. 1 of 3
Time: 3/4
Three Step Counts: "Slow - Quick - Quick" (1,2,3 - 1,2,3 - 1,2,3)
Dance:
(text-colour:yellow)[Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot.
Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]
There are 4 more steps covered in Vol. 2 & 3.
"Failure in any of the steps to the Serpentine Waltz will result in immediate termination. I need not remind you of this Bethany, darling. If I become too full, please rid of the others for me dear."
"Do not be tardy and brush your teeth of that dammed smoke scent."
Regards,
Mistress Meduna//
(link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Toilet]''//
You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here.
You can [[go back|Door 3]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Cubbies]''//
You approach the cubbies along the floor. All of the cubbies are opened and the one to the far left houses a set of heavy work boots.
[[Inspect the Boots]]
You can [[go back|Door 3]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Hooks]''//
You approach the series of hooks across the wall. They are completely empty.
However, you notice the minifridge is slightly ajar. Inside past the glass door are around a dozen mini water bottles.
[[Inspect the minifridge]]
Or you can [[go back|Cubbies3]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Minifridge]''//
You get closer to the large machine at your scale. The black minifridge's glass door is frosted over with a light layer of condensation. Along the left side, the magnetic door is fortunately left open a smidge for you to pry it adjar the rest of the way. Inside along the bottom layer are a set of 12 mini water bottles, (250ml or 8oz).
---
(link-replace: "(text-colour:yellow)[Grab a Bottle]")[Prepping your body, you scream "LIGHT WEIGHT" and grab onto the bottle's side. Amazingly, you hoist the bottle up and onto your back. You've had experience before while minimized carrying heavy objects, but this by far is one of the largest. It must weigh at least twice your weight. Someone thirsty might enjoy a sip. (set: $WaterBottle to 'true')]
You can [[go back|Cubbies3]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Boots]''//
You get closer to the one non vacant cubie. Inside, a heavy set of black military boots sit neatly beside one another. The laces are folded firmly together. Not a scratch or speck of dirt rests upon the boots. Getting closer, the thick scent of leather and plastics fills your nose. If it were not for the microscopic scuffs that you could notice at your scale, you would have thought the boots to be brand new. Maybe you could get a closer look?
---
(if: $Chaos is >=3)[You're curious to know what the interior of these boots would look and dare smell like. Even if they seem pristine and clean from the outside, you doubt the same could be said for their interior. You must know. [[Proceed to Climb the Boots]]](else:)[Yet, you see no point in climbing these vacant boots. Best not to snoop around in someone else's belongings. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +3 Chaos])]
You can [[go back|Cubbies3]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #3: Boots]''//
You hoist yourself onto and over the heavy lip of the military boot. The toe is definitely reinforced with steel. Whoever wears these boots, lugging the weight of them around all day, could seriously kick some ass. Crawling up the lip of the shoe, you peer over the edge of the opening at the top. Within, a warm scent washes over you. It appears your suspicions are confirmed. The heavy damp scent of sour foot odor fills your nostrils. Your eyes begin to water slightly from the intense smell. You begin to cough. You'd need to be quite brave to delve into those depths. Given the length of the boot, it would also be a one-way trip until someone found you in there.
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(if: $Chaos is >=10)[Despite the heady aroma assaulting your senses, your curiosity gets the better of you, climbing up the toilet to gaze down into the bowl is a REQUIREMENT for you and your foul mind. [[Enter Boots]]](else:)[You think twice before diving down into the depths of this woman's boots. The prospect now is just too wild to imagine, even for you. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +10 Chaos])]
You can [[go back|Cubbies3]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Shower Stalls]''//
Curious to explore this vivid jungle-like landscape, you step forward into the center of the dozen shower stalls. All are vacant, doors open and empty, except for one stall that is actively in use. Inside, you hear the deep sultry humming of a woman. Thick fragrant suds float down and underneath the gap beneath her wooden shower doorway. At your scale, you could definitely take a peek.
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(if: $Chaos is >=3)[Couldn't hurt just taking a peek right? [[Slip beneath the doorway stealthily]]] (else:)[Your mouth waters with the potential of catching a glimpse of this naked woman, but instead you hesitate, fear gripping you. (text-colour:orange)[(Requires +3 Chaos)]]
[[Brazenly Enter]] despite your trepidation. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)]
You can instead [[leave|Larson Grace]] this woman to shower privately in peace. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+2 Grace)]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[A Lurid Sight]''//
Carefully, you walk up towards the gap in the wooden door of the shower. You avoid the slippery stream of sudsy water, dipping your head underneath the frame. Inside the private shower stall, you are greeted with a glorious sight. Up above, there is no shower head. Instead, the steamy cascades of water from above are filtered through a grate to form a natural shower spray. Sweet gardeny scents fill the air, a mixture of flowers and shampoos. Bamboo wooden flooring allows the excess water to flow neatly from the stall outwards. But this was not THE glorious sight. That title belongs to the tall radiant figure at the center of the shower.
You immediately recognize the sight of Fantasia University’s very own Mrs. Larson, head of the Athletics Faculty and once Olympic swimmer. The woman is in her mid 40's but wields her age more so as a status symbol as opposed to a detriment. Like fine wine, Mrs. Larson used sex appeal to her advantage. Her figure was accentuated with boisterous curves and a subtle healthy pudge alongside her abdomen. Adorning her figure was a thin red two-piece bathing suit, the bottoms a G-String that runs tightly between her two round buns. Slick raven black hair reaches down her back, resting just above those generous cheeks. Turning about as she bathes; you are given a glimpse of her side profile. Her face is sleek and refined. The jaw is powerful and the features striking but not overbearing.
Suddenly, she turns a nozzle affixed to the wall, the cascade of water coming to a stop.
Seeing this as your time to leave, you briskly exit the stall and hide behind the wooden framing.
##(text-style:"blink")[''THM!
THM!
THM!'']
Titanic steps edge closer towards the wooden door, inches from where you are standing. Then, the steps come to a halt. Your heart begins to quicken...
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(set: $Grace to ($Grace+2))
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[The Polite Tiny]''//
You begin to leave, before you hear the shower within the stall turn off. You stand carefully off to the side to avoid the pathway of the impending giantess. The door then opens.
You immediately recognize the sight of Fantasia University's very own Mrs. Larson, head of the Athletics Faculty and once Olympic swimmer. The woman is in her mid 40's but wields her age more so as a status symbol as opposed to a detriment. Like fine wine, Mrs. Larson used sex appeal to her advantage. Her figure is accentuated with boisterous curves and a subtle healthy pudge alongside her abdomen. Adorning her figure is a thin red two-piece bathing suit, the bottoms a G-String that runs tightly between her two round buns. Slick raven black hair reaches down her back, resting just above those generous cheeks. Turning about as she bathes; you are given a glimpse of her side profile. Her face is sleek and refined. The jaw is powerful and the features striking but not overbearing.
##(text-style:"blink")[''THM!
THM!
THM!'']
Titanic steps edge closer towards the wooden door, inches from where you are standing. Then, the steps come to a halt.
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[[Continue|Larson Encounter Aware]]
(set: $Chaos to ($Chaos+1))
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Showers with Mrs.Larson]''//
Brazenly, you walk up towards the gap in the wooden door of the shower. Suddenly, you slip upon the stream of sudsy water trailing outwards from the stall.
##(text-style:"blink")[''THM!
THM!
THM!'']
The door to the stall opens up. You immediately recognize the sight of Fantasia University's very own Mrs. Larson, head of the Athletics Faculty and once Olympic swimmer. The woman is in her mid 40's but wields her age more so as a status symbol as opposed to a detriment. Like fine wine, Mrs. Larson used sex appeal to her advantage. Her figure was accentuated with boisterous curves and a subtle healthy pudge alongside her abdomen. Adorning her figure is a thin red two-piece bathing suit, the bottoms a G-String that runs tightly between her two round buns. Slick raven black hair reaches down her back, resting just above those generous cheeks. Turning about as she bathes; you are given a glimpse of her side profile. Her face is sleek and refined. The jaw is powerful and the features striking but not overbearing.
Stunned by her absolute beauty, you flail about in an attempt to stand and quickly make it to safety, lest you get squashed beneath her path.
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[[Try and Dodge]] off to the side. (text-colour:purple)[(50%)]
[[Stay still|Larson foot squish]] You're resilient enough to get stepped on, you hope...
(if: $CrushCore is 'true')[Use the(text-colour:yellow)[ [[Crush Core]] ]to protect yourself from the impending squish.]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Showers with Mrs.Larson]''//
Mrs. Larson stops in her tracks, and you notice her brows begin to furrow, as if something is bothering her. She turns her head around and stares downwards.
Your pulse quickens, is she staring at you, did she catch sight of you somehow? You're certain you were careful.
Instead, Mrs. Larson reaches down with her left hand to grab ahold of her heavy buttocks. She was staring down at her own ass.
You sigh.
Slowly, the giantess begins to part her left butt cheek wide. You are given the first glimpse of the rest of her red G-string. The band of cloth is barely visible amongst the heavy creamy skin within this woman's cleft. Yet, it still holds vigil, protecting the outer world from any and all that would bear witness to her most intimate bits. Despite the bathing suits efforts, you notice the coffee-colored lines of Mrs. Larson's wide asshole peeking out from the sides. The hole is a generous size, given its visibility even beyond the barrier of the G-string. Lower down, her plump vaginal lips peek out, only the pink interior covered by the rest of the swimming suit.
Then, Mrs. Larson does the unthinkable. Slowly, she peels away the G-string's band with her left hand to reveal her anus to the world. Her labial lips are still hidden, yet the woman's asshole is now bare and free. The hole, dark with many radial lines outstretching from the center, is wide and spotless. The sphincter flexes periodically, revealing a beigy pink center deeper within.
"Hmm, enjoying yourself?"
In shock, you stare up towards the eyes of this goddess. She smiles down, but not at you, instead still staring back at her own ass.
"Oops, my mistake, I should let you out first so you can answer."
The cheeks spread wider.“MMMMmmm...”
Mrs. Larson groans in pleasure from above as she continues to flex her asshole. This time, the hole stays parted, the beige interior fully replaced by the soft pink folds of her inner rectum. Suddenly, you notice something cresting outwards from her ass. A person! Another tiny, a girl with a head of long blonde hair and a face full of freckles, is pushed out halfway up to her waist from Mrs. Larson's anus.
She begins to cough and sputter, a look of annoyance upon her face as she calls out to respond to her coach above.
"Mrs. Larson *pant* how much longer do I have to stay in here?"
The giantess chuckles deeply from above, each laugh causing her anus to flex slightly. The girl shrieks from the added movements.
"My dear young Jacklyn, be patient, will you? Your Sink Session will commence shortly in the pool. We discussed this earlier. With Sam now surpassing you, you'll need to show even more initiative to stay on the team. And you should be grateful, not many get to accompany a faculty head at one of Mistress Meadows' Galas."
Without giving the girl an opportunity to reply, Mrs. Larson extends her left middle finger, planting it directly on Jacklyn's head, pushing her back into the anus with a slurp.
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##''SNAP!''
The G-String band is once more lost between the generous buns.
##''SMACK! ''
Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more, sauntering into the shower room hall. She approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. The sight of Mrs. Larson's heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool.
[[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Shower Stalls]''//
Drawn to the source of the steam, you head northwards towards the showers. Down the hallway, the moisture within the air begins to increase. Before you, the glory of the shower room is revealed. The interior is spacious and immaculate. Opening up to a much larger scale, above, a canopy of greenery lines the ceiling. Vines and luscious plant life give the shower stalls a tropical jungle like feel. To your left and right, rocky outcroppings pour forth steaming waterfalls that cascade downwards into a dozen private shower stalls. The tile flooring is also replaced with a more natural black obsidian stone. The water here must be sourced from a natural hot spring.
At the far end of the stalls, a wooden door marked with the title "pool" marks the exit to this room.
---
You can [[Continue forward|Pool Entrance]] to the Pool Door.
Or head back to the [[Central Woman’s Changeroom|Woman's Changeroom]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Pool Entrance]''//
You walk along the dark stone flooring towards the door at the end of the shower stalls. The wooden door marked 'pool' is made of a light bamboo. Underneath the door, a thick metal tread prevents any form of draft or in your case, minimized students to get past.
You stare upwards towards the key scanner high above. Interstingly, the black stone flooring molds symlessly with the walls of the corridor, creating a rough stone like surface along the exterior of the shower stalls. It's as if this portion of the change rooms was carved out of a massive block of stone, forming a cave like structure.
Thus, you could potentially climb the wall up towards the key scanner, although doing so without any kind of climbing gear would prove a near fatal endeavor.
---
Despite this, you can try [[climbing without gear]] (text-colour:purple)[(70%)]
Or you can [[go back|Shower Stalls2]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Dodging Mrs. Larson's Foot]''//
[(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 50)[You right yourself amongst the slippery suds and rush off, this time more carefully, to the side doorframe.
(text-style:"shudder")[##''THUMP!'']
Were you there a moment ago, you may have been a tiny red stain speckled across this woman's sole.
You hide behind the wooden pillar, out of sight and thankfully out of the way of Mrs. Larson's crushing feet.
[[Continue|Larson Encounter Unaware]]]
(else:)[You panic, slipping and sliding amongst the suds. Unfortunately, you are unable to right yourself in time before the feet draw ever closer...[[Continue|Larson foot squish2]]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''//
You instead try and brace yourself, making your body as flat as possible to hopefully survive the footfalls of Mrs. Larson.
##(text-style:"blink")[''THM!
THM!
THM!'']
The towering legs of the giantess, creamy and completely smooth, hover closer and closer. From your angle, you are given brief glimpses of the wet wrinkly soles. The toes, painted red, scrunch and flex with each step. You notice suds still clinging to the bottom of her foot. Then, her left sole becomes even more detailed, hovering just above you before...
##(text-style:"rumble")[''THMMP!'']
An impossible pressure crashes down upon you, flattening your form down into near nothingness. The air within your lungs is immediately lost but you still remain conscious and alive, no bones broken.
Yet, Mrs. Larson has stopped. She is no longer walking forward. You don't know how much longer you can last without air. Completely unable to move, you stare upwards in the damp darkness at the hard ridges of skin above you. The sudsy footpad crushes down, the flesh molding into your body, sealing you away in a tomb of thick foot skin. Fortunately, there is no terrible odor other than the subtle scent of soap. Not that it will matter if you run out of breath.
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[[Try and hold on]] (text-colour:purple)[(70%)]
[[Accept your fate|Larson Squish]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''//
(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 70)[You hold your breath, calming your body and mind. You know that if you panic you will merely reduce the oxygen in your blood stream even faster. Relaxing, you hear the muffled sounds of Mrs. Larson speaking to someone higher above. Then, the conversation comes to an end, the foot lifting away from you. *GASP* You draw in an enormous breath; still prone you notice the figure of Mrs. Larson high above you walking away.
##''SMACK! ''
Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more, sauntering into the shower room hall. She approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. The sight of Mrs. Larson's heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool.
[[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]]
(else:)[You try with all your might to hang on, yet panic begins to get the better of you. [[Continue|Larson Squish]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Squashed Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''//
Settled into the sole of Mrs. Larson's foot flesh, you realize from the muffled sounds above that she is talking to someone. Unfortunately for you in your current predicament. Slowly, you begin to convulse, all air lost from your lungs, now sealed in a tomb of this woman's foot flesh. All begins to go dark.
##(text-style:"blink")[''THM!
THM!
THM!'']
Mrs. Larson begins to walk once more, your body stuck to the bottom of her foot, unwilling to be released.
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot Changerooms")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Changerooms?")[(load-game:"Slot Changerooms")]
]}
Or return to [[Start]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''//
##(text-style:"blink")[''THM!
THM!
THM!'']
The towering legs of the giantess, creamy and completely smooth, hover closer and closer. From your angle, you are given brief glimpses of the wet wrinkly soles. The toes, painted red, scrunch and flex with each step. You notice suds still clinging to the bottom of her foot. Then, her left sole becomes even more detailed, hovering just above you before...
##(text-style:"rumble")[''THMMP!'']
An impossible pressure crashes down upon you, flattening your form down into near nothingness. The air within your lungs is immediately lost but you remain conscious and alive, no bones broken.
Yet, Mrs. Larson has stopped. She is no longer walking forward. You don't know how much longer you can last without air. Completely unable to move, you stare upwards in the damp darkness at the hard ridges of skin above you. The sudsy footpad crushes down, the flesh molding into your body, sealing you away in a tomb of thick foot skin. Fortunately, there is no terrible odor other than the subtle scent of soap. Not that it will matter if you run out of breath.
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[[Try and hold on]] (text-colour:purple)[(70%)]
[[Accept your fate|Larson Squish]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Mrs. Larson]''//
Mrs. Larson stops in her tracks, and you notice her brows begin to furrow, as if something is bothering her. She turns her head around and stares downwards.
Mrs. Larson reaches down with her left hand to grab ahold of her heavy buttocks.
Slowly, the giantess begins to part her left butt cheek wide. You are given the first glimpse of the rest of her red G-string. The band of cloth is barely visible amongst the heavy creamy skin within this woman's cleft. Yet, it still holds, standing vigil, protecting the outer world from any and all that would bear witness to her most intimate bits. Despite the bathing suit's efforts, you notice the coffee-colored lines of Mrs. Larson's wide asshole peeking out from the sides. The hole must be a generous size, given its visibility even beyond the barrier of the G-string. Lower down, her plump vaginal lips peek out, only the pink interior covered by the rest of the swimming suit.
Then, Mrs. Larson does the unthinkable. Slowly, she peels away the G-string's band with her left hand to reveal her anus to the world. Her labia are still hidden, yet the woman's asshole is now bare and free. The hole, dark with many radial lines outstretching from the center, is wide and spotless. The sphincter flexes periodically, revealing a beigy pink center deeper within.
"Hmm, enjoying yourself?"
In shock, you stare up towards the eyes of this goddess. She smiles down, but not at you, instead still staring back at her own ass.
"Oops, my mistake, I should let you out first so you can answer."
The cheeks spread wider. “MMMMmmm...”
Mrs. Larson groans in pleasure from above as she continues to flex her asshole. This time, the hole stays parted, the beige interior fully replaced by the soft pink folds of her inner rectum. Suddenly, you notice something cresting outwards from her ass. A person! Another tiny, a girl with a head of long blonde hair and a face full of freckles, is pushed out halfway up to her waist from Mrs. Larson's anus.
She begins to cough and sputter, a look of annoyance upon her face as she calls out to respond to her coach above.
"Mrs. Larson *pant* how much longer do I have to stay in here?"
The giantess chuckles deeply from above, each laugh causing her anus to flex slightly. The girl shrieks from the added movements.
"My dear young Jacklyn, be patient, will you? Your Sink Session will commence shortly in the pool. We discussed this earlier. With Sam now surpassing you, you'll need to show even more initiative to stay on the team. And you should be grateful, not many get to accompany a faculty head at one of Mistress Meadows' Galas."
Without giving the girl an opportunity to reply, Mrs. Larson extends her left middle finger, planting it directly on Jacklyn's head, pushing her back into the anus with a slurp.
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##''SNAP!''
The G-String band is once more lost between the generous buns.
##''SMACK! ''
Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more. Then, as she begins to exit, she notices you standing off to the side, a look of subtle shock on your face.
"Oh, I did not know I had an audience! My apologies." Mrs. Larson nods her head downwards respectfully.
"I would have been a bit less coy if I knew I wasn't alone. Nevertheless, this is a public space." She shrugs, seemingly unphased by the fact that you just saw her shove a girl up her ass.
"You probably had the opportunity to creep underneath the doorway of my shower stall and catch a peek. Yet here you stand outside. Such a polite tiny, I'll remember that! I just love polite people who follow rules."
Mrs. Larson beams at you with a wide, crystal white smile. "For your good manners I would invite you to join Jacklyn and I for a bit of a dip in the swimming pool. Oh, and don't worry, she'll be the one doing the Sink Session, you can merely just have a little swim...or join in too if you want." She smiles devilishly at you; the grin sultry.
"But you'll need to first find your own pool key card. Not my manor, so not my rules." Mrs. Larson approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens.
"Take care for now, my polite tiny, I look forward to seeing you later on."
Mrs. Larson winks and turns; the sight of her heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool.
[[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Climb]''//
[(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 70)[You begin to scale the near sheer wall of black stone. The lower portions are fairly manageable, giving way to a series of large footholds. Yet, as you climb up further, you realize the slope of the wall gets much steeper.
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From here you could [[safely return to the ground|Pool Entrance]]
Or you can [[continue climbing]]. Any higher, a fall could prove fatal...(text-colour:purple)[(30%)]]
(else:)[You begin to climb but lose your footing here and there periodically. You decide instead to safely head to the ground.
[[Continue|Pool Entrance]]]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Climb]''//
[(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 30)[You continue to scale the sheer wall of black stone. Thankfully, you are able to make it up just past half way to the scanner. Unfortunately, standing ahead in your way is an impressive overhang. The stone is also becoming slick and wet with condensation. There's no going back now, you'll need to [[press forward]] (text-colour:purple)[(25%)]]
(else:)[You begin to climb up even higher. Then, there is a spot which you were certain was firm. Instead, a stray stone comes loose and you begin to plummet. THMP! You land hard against the rocky floor, but thankfully survive. Bruised and battered, you're at least still alive.
[[Continue|Pool Entrance]]]] //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Climb]''//
[(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 25)[The overhang proves a monumental task. Using a mix of upper and lower body strength, you press onwards. Sweating, body sore and slick with sweat and moisture, you grasp onto the lip of the overhang. Hefting yourself upwards, you've thankfully made it to the top of the rocky platform against all odds!
[[Continue|Keypad]] ]
(else:)[You begin to climb up even higher. Then, there is a spot which you were certain was firm. Instead, a stray stone comes loose and you begin to plummet. The ground is far far away when suddenly you make contact, then blackness...
{(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot Changerooms")[
(link: "Return to Checkpoint: Changerooms?")[(load-game:"Slot Changerooms")]
]}
Or return to [[Start]]
]](Content currently under development)
For your efforts in defying the odds, remember the code "Climbing Master" to recieve a bonus skip later on in the game's development!
[[Return to the pool entrance|Pool Entrance]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Cast Iron Vent]''//
(if: $EastHallVent is 'false')[Curiously, a pair of girls are huddled next to the vent. You overhear them speaking.
"I swear I saw a set of eyes in there!" Says one of them.
The other counters in response. "It's probably just another minimized student playing tricks. It's not fair, they can get all over this manor at their scale..."
The first girl pouts, assuredly confirming what she saw. "No, I'm serious! The eyes were too big! Someone's in the vents scurrying around."
Suddenly, a loud twang echoes out past the outer edges of the cast iron grate. Then, you hear a faint giggle...
Both girls jump and scream, bolting away in an instant.
You approach the cast iron vent. Upon closer inspection, you notice that even the grating itself is designed to be ornate, spirals of flowers form an opening into the venting beyond. A subtle warm breeze passes over you.
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You can [[Enter the Grate]]
Or you can [[go back|East Hall]](set: $EastHallVent to 'true')]
(else:)[You approach the cast iron vent. Upon closer inspection, you notice that even the grating itself is designed to be ornate, spirals of flowers forming an opening into the venting beyond. A subtle warm breeze passes over you.
---
You can [[Enter the Grate]]
Or you can [[go back|East Hall]]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[The Saga]''//
You approach the beginning of the Saga set to start at the west end of the hall. The carving depicts a woman with serpentine hair and emeralds inlaid into her eyes. You assume this woman to be Medusa, battling against hordes of infantry. Through her gaze the troops are turned to stone. The start of the Saga is consistent with historic depictions of the Legendary Gorgon.
Interestingly, the Saga continues into the Middle Ages. Here the Gorgon is shown with hair bound and hidden, but atop her head is a crown. She lords over many, her servants bowing before her. Seems as though the Gorgon became a serpent like queen. The inlaid emeralds peer down upon the bowing figures, demanding they yield to her or face punishment.
Lastly, the Saga comes to an end on the far eastern end of the wall, closest to the ballroom. Here, the figure no longer has serpents for hair, and instead has long flowing green locks curling at the ends like that of a snake's head. The Gorgon now wears a flowing ballroom gown, dancing upon a stage in front of thousands of viewers. They are transfixed with her performance, frozen, still, almost like statues made of stone.
[[You can go back|East Hall]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''//
You pass through the small slits in the cast iron grate. Within, the interior is dark and musty. Past the outer plaster layers, the vent gives way to a cramped (for non tinies) stoney tunnel.
The mysteries of the Tunnels shall be revealed in a future patch! For now, kow that you are not alone, and a certain vent girl may block the way in the near future…
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[[Go back|Cast Iron Vent]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Toilet]''//
You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here.
Off to the side is a small mirror. (link-replace: 'Inspect')
[
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Despite everything, it's still you.]
You can [[go back|Door 4]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Cubbies]''//
You approach the cubbies along the floor. The middle cubie is open. There is a black duffel bag lying inside. The right cubie is locked.
You can inspect the [[Black Duffel Bag]]
Upon further inspection of the locked cubie, you notice it requires a four-digit numerical passcode.
//(Currently within this patch, there is no way to gain the passcode)//
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Password: (input: bind _password)
(link-replace: "Submit")[
(if: _password is "4004")[
[[Success!|Gilly Cubbie]]
]
(if: _password is not "4004")[
Wrong! [[Try again?|Cubbies4]]
]
]
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You can [[go back|Door 4]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Hooks]''//
You approach the series of hooks across the wall. A small trench coat, completely black, is hung up on the wall. Whoever wears that must only be about 5 feet in height.
You notice inside the minifridge is a raw steak. Who's storing meat in a place like this?
You can [[go back|Cubbies4]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Duffel Bag]''//
You walk over towards the middle cubie. An old raggedy duffel bag sits within the space, filling it out fully. Upon closer inspection, you notice that the bag is caked in dust. Not from lack of use, but most likely from someone traversing through a dirty environment. The top of the bag is open.
Peering inside, you are astonished to find the bag's interior FILLED with knives. The variety is staggering, but most are in poor condition. Rusted, dull, dusty, these knives are not high class by any means. Seem's like someone here at the Gala has some sort of affinity for blades.
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(if: $Flashlight is 'false')[Tossed amongst the swath of knives you spot a small keychain flashlight.
(link-replace: '(text-colour:yellow)[Inspect]')
[
You reach down for the tiny black flashlight. Hoisting it out of the bag, you tap the button on the side. Still works! (set: $Flashlight to 'true')]]
[[Go Back|Cubbies4]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4:Toilet]''//
You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here.
You can [[go back|Door 5]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4:Cubbies]''//
You approach the cubbies along the floor. All the cubbies are opened and the one to the far left houses a neatly folded pair of black undergarments.
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(if: $Chaos is >=4)[Staring at the pair of female underwear, you feel a rush of adrenaline fill your senses. [[Inspect the Underwear]]](else:)[Probably not the smartest thing to do, messing around with someone else’s underwear. Plus, if you disturbed the garments, it would be near impossible to fold it all back at your scale. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +4 Chaos])]
You can [[go back|Door 5]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Hooks]''//
You approach the series of hooks across the wall. An elegant golden yellow dress is hung up carefully.
You can [[go back|Cubbies5]]//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Panty Bandit]''//
(if: $PantyBandit is 'false')[Entering the left most cubie, you find yourself staring at a pair of black lacey undergarments. Inside the small box, a heavy aroma of perfume fills the air. The scent is crisp, clean, with a delicate trace of lily. Before you is the set of underwear.
You hesitate for a moment. If you go mulling about in this clothing it will be very difficult to refold it as perfectly as it is now. Whoever owns this lingerie will know someone messed about in their belongings.
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You can proceed to [[inspect the underwear]]
Or [[leave them be|Cubbies5]].]
(else:)[You've had your fun already, probably shouldn't mess around anymore in case the owner comes back.
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[[Go back|Cubbies5]]]
(set: $PantyBandit to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Panty Bandit]''//
With gusto, you dive into the silky soft pile of folded lingerie. The bra is a decent scale, at least a D cup, smelling of sweet perfume. There is a subtle tinge of pheromone like sweat to the cup, setting your head ablaze with desire.
The panties are semitransparent, leaving only little to the imagination. They too smell of the same crisp perfume scent. Yet, there is something else there too. A sweet almost tangy fruit like aroma. You cannot resist the urge to get even closer to the crotch of these panties. Your head is now on fire with passion, indulging in an atmosphere of scent and the smoothness of the lingerie's texture. There is even a subtle warmth to the cloth. Whoever wore these undergarments did so quite recently.
After some time, you decide you've had your fun. You try and neaten the pile to the best of your abilities.
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You can [[go back|Cubbies5]]
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''//
You present the heavy bottle of water to Margo. She squints beneath her shaded sunglasses, staring down upon your miniscule form.
“Well, it seems as though this ant has hauled a considerable weight for me. (if: $RedBand is 'false')[Acceptable, you’ll need to pass a much more grueling challenge to fully prove to me that you are worthy of the red bracelet.”]
(if: $RedBand is 'true')["Good job ant, but you've already recieved a band from me, so there is nothing more I can give you."
You can go back to the [[Entrance Foyer]]]
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(if: $Grace is >=4)[Interestingly, Margo does not reach for the water bottle you have presented, even though you notice her licking her lips. She seems rather parched but is unwilling to either take the bottle from you forcefully or ask for it. Her test was to merely have you bring her something heavy. Given the circumstances, you can offer a drink to Margo. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] [[Give Margo the Water]]]
(if: $RedBand is 'false')[You can [[accept her challenge|Might]].
Argue that a second challenge wasn’t part of the deal and [[demand the bracelet]].]
(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Human Kindness]''//
You offer up the water bottle, suggesting that Margo take it from you instead of having it just be a testament to how much you can lift.
“That bottle belongs to you, ant, it is not mine to take.” Retorts Margo in a serious tone.
Despite her stubbornness, you approach the bodyguard’s feet and plant the bottle down before her, she can have some whether she likes it or not.
With a bewildered look upon her face, Margo reaches down slowly to lift the bottle. Her large, calloused hands pinch ahold of the relatively small bottlecap, hoisting the bottle upwards to her face. The bodyguard begins to inspect the water carefully, turning the bottle about in her fingers, eyes squinted.
You holler up to her that it isn’t poisoned.
Her light blue eyes flick towards you for a brief second. You surmise that this woman has seldom received kindness in her life and is hesitant to accept a gift from another.
Carefully, she pries open the cap with a click, sniffs the open bottle, then greedily begins to gulp down its contents.
##GLP!
##GLP!
##GLP!
Margo’s long creamy neck extends upwards to the sky. The sinewy veins alongside her throat stretch taught. Neat flexes of her neck usher down gallons of liquid with each generous swallow. In three simple gulps, the bottle is empty.
''“Ahhhh…”''
For a moment her eyes go wide behind her shades. You fear for a second that the water WAS actually poisoned before there is a deep bellowing roar from above…
##(text-style:"rumble")[''UUURP!'']
Margo brings up both her hands towards her mouth quickly. A deep red blush forms upon her cheeks. She looks about frantically to see if anyone noticed her crude display of human biology.
With you being the only witness, the bodyguard looks at you apologetically.
“I am very sorry for that rude display! It shall not happen again, please do not inform any of the Mistresses!”
(if: $RedBand is 'true')[Chuckle and promise to [[not tell a soul]](text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
]
(if: $RedBand is 'false')[Margo begins to shuffle about quickly and pulls off a bracelet from her arm.
“Here, just take a red band, then, this embarrassing encounter stays between the two of us.”
Chuckle and promise to [[not tell a soul]](text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]
Take the band but [[make no promise]]. ]
(set: $RedBand to 'true')
(set: $MargoMad to 'true')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''//
You state firmly that a second challenge was never part of the deal. You are owed a bracelet from her and that’s that.
There’s a careful poignant pause, as a being the scale of an ant stares up expectantly at what would be a skyscraper of muscle and might. You hope you made the right decision…
Then, the giantess begins to speak, bowing her head and closing her eyes.
“Very well, ant. A deal is a deal.” Carefully, she pulls from her arm the extra red band, tossing it down before you.
“I had expected more from you after that display of strength, nevertheless, you are owed a bracelet and so it is now yours.”
The bodyguard shifts about in her stance, folding her arms.
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Bluntly, Margo states, “But understand this, you still DO NOT possess a bronze bracelet. If you even consider approaching me again without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”
Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another.
“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.”
Return to the [[Entrance Foyer]].(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))(set: $RedBand to 'true')(set: $MargoFriend to 'true')(set: $greenbad to 'false')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Human Kindness]''//
You graciously assure Margo that you will not inform anyone of her burp.
For a brief moment, the bodyguard smiles, then resumes her serious disposition once more.
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“Good. Well, you must have much to do. Return to me when you have the correct bands to access the second floor.”
Return to the [[Entrance Foyer]]
(set: $RedBand to 'true')(set: $greenbad to 'false')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Human Kindness]''//
You make no promises, having something to hold over Margo in the future could prove useful. You simply nod.
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“Good. Well, you must have much to do. Return to me when you have the correct bands to access the second floor.”
Return to the [[Entrance Foyer]]
(set: $CrushCore to 'false')
//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Using the Crush Core]''//
Thinking quickly, you fish out the device you gained from Margo. Holding the tiny metallic dome in your palms, you pry the device open releasing a swarm of microscopic drones. They buzz about around your body erratically, before uniting as one solid metal mass. The swarm of drones encompass your body entirely. Then, the looming massive foot of Mrs. Larson makes contact with the metal barrier.
##(text-style:"rumble")[''THOOM!'']
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Her sole collides with the mass of nanobots, compressing them inwards closer to your body, yet still holding enough to prevent any amount of force from reaching you. You pray that the barrier holds, glancing at the fluttering bots keeping at bay the immense weight of flesh above you.
From beyond the barrier of drones, you hear the muffled sounds of Mrs. Larson speaking to someone higher above. Then, the conversation comes to an end, the foot lifting away from you. *GASP* You draw in an enormous breath of relief. The drones sputter about, having completed their task, before fizzling to the ground innert. Still prone you notice the figure of Mrs. Larson high above you walking away.
##''SMACK! ''
Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more, sauntering into the shower room hall. She approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. The sight of Mrs. Larson's heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool.
[[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]