If Rachel's going to be eating soon, that's a risky mountain to climb. As you turn to her passenger however, you have to admit that that's a flimsy excuse to indulge your infamous love for ladies. The prostitute may be a hulking gargantuan to tiny you, but next to Rachel's bulk her slim figure is accentuated.
"Sanchez," you speak into the radio, "you know anything about an 'Adella', another of Rachel's girls?"
You have to strain to hear the reply, as Rachel makes her fast food order (a couple of super-sized burger meals, both for her) with her thunderous voice. "I don't know every whore in that organisation," the cop replies, her voice itself muffled as she eats something. Your mind struggles with the dissonance that the voice on the other end of the line is currently chewing through morsels several times bigger than your entire body!
"Guess I'll discover for myself," you smirk as you close the call. You tut at the casual disregard for Adella as a 'whore'. While you've never had to pay for sex yourself, you understand that the poor girl didn't choose this life, likely being forced into it with no other option. Your heart goes out to her, joining your libido that is already hungering.
Then the woman raises her immense arm, a colossal structure that throws you into shadow as it moves to allow its hand to feel Rachel's flexed bicep as the other woman shows off. With the arm raised, you have a shot at moving to Adella's body, and you ready your line gun to take full advantage.
The dress that she wears is not as classy as the cocktail dresses your usual conquests wear, but in this instance the 'conquest' of the woman will be more like when a mountaineer conquers a peak! There's not a lot of room to hide on her figure-hugging apparel, but you'll worry about that once you're out of this cup holder.
You shoot the line and swing over to the giant woman's belly, where you settle down for a second, catching your breath. Adella is done admiring Rachel's physique, and as the driver pulls up to the delivery window, the prostitute looks down to pull her dress taut. As finger and thumb pinch tight around you, it's obvious that she must have spotted you!
You activate the ant disguise just in time as you are swept heavenward by the phenomonal power of this skinny woman, her normally dainty digits now more powerful than locomotives! Her face dominates your view as you struggle against her strength, and though her heavily caked eyeshadow and lipstick you can see her smile, biting at her lip while her eyelids lower amorously. If you didn't know better, you'd say she was... happy to see an ant?
A low moan escapes her lips as she moves her grip - painfully squeezing your ribs to the point of breaking - so that her other hand can join in, pinching at your limbs to squeeze and crush. Luckily, she attempts to maim your phantom limb, not one of your real arms or legs, so you are spared the pain, even as she experiences the pleasure of torturing an insect.
Yes, she's enjoying this. Of all the dames whose grasp you've fallen into, it's the one with a fetish for hurting tiny living things! Probably related to some reversal of power, since she spends so much of her life in subservience, but whatever the reason, she's going to kill you!
"No," Adella breathes, "I can squish an ant any time. Best take advantage of this... opportunity."
She winks at you, then the world whirls as she moves you. Through the blur you can just make out the imposing form of Rachel digging distractedly into one burger, and then you are watching Adella's other hand pry open the bun of the second burger. Oh no, she wouldn't!
You are pressed onto the hot patty before the top of the bun slams back down on top of you. Given your size, it's heavy, but compared to the grip of the woman it's almost a relief. It's also soaked in some manner of sauce, so you're gunked up. From beyond the darkened confines of this prison you can still hear Rachel chewing away, her mouth mashing through a mass much like the one you're in, and doubtless not to dissimilar to what Sanchez was eating earlier. If you can't get out of here, you're doomed to be digested!
So, what's the best way out of here? You can't bench the bun off you, and crawling may be too slow... Perhaps if you started digging? You could always use your grabby gauntlets to stick to that gherkin over there, praying that Rachel picks it out to not eat. A blind shot of the line gun, hitting whatever there is outside, may allow you to swing to safety once the bun starts to break up.
Or you could plan to fight your way out of the mouth once you get there. You will not die this way!
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