I don't want to wait to play with this guy. I get more inspiration when I know that my victim is a homophobe. I've got "big" plans for this shithead. Getting out of my huge rig, I've got a small metal lock box and my new toy. I shrink down my truck until it is tiny - insert it in the metal box - lock it up and then place it under a rock behind a tree. I head out into the woods and start time back up. It is always weird when time starts back up. It is easy to forget how quiet things are when time is completely stopped.
I purposely jar the car around as I stomp into the dense woods. I growl and grunt to get the punk good and freaked out. Growing step by step, I let my toy grow in relation to me. By the time the dick and his car are back to normal size - I am a huge beast and we are in the middle of nowhere. I take the shiny black sports car out of my dirty briefs and look down at my prey. He tries to drive off. Throwing my crusty undies in front of the auto does the trick. Before he has a chance to back up, I peel off my shirt and drop it behind him. My bottoms come off next. I set them around - totally encircling him. I stand over the car with nothing but my jockstrap on. I bet his view is incredible - hairy skyscrapers leading to a massive hairy ass in the sky.
Can never pass up a chance like this. I squat down, not far from my victim. I pull back my massive hairy cheeks so that he can look up and see my sphincter above him. I flex it so that it winks at him. Then, I push a hard, loud wet fart out. The erupting noise has to hurt his tiny eardrums. I look between my legs and see this fuck attempting to get out of his car and barfing all over. Whoo - the smell is nice and spicy. I bend down even closer and let 'er rip - the stinking winds keep him stuck firmly in his vehicle.
After blowing a bit more ass, I pick up his car and turn it over. He holds on valiantly. Shaking violently, he falls out into my open palm. I put the expensive car in the crook of my elbow and start flexing. The little guy starts screaming at me, "My name's Thurston and my rich family is going to get you thrown in jail for life!" Man this shit has got nads of steel, "Yeah - I am guessing that you won't get a chance to warn them about me - ha. You'll be lucky if I let you get away with your life." His attitude turned around quickly. The begging and pleading started up. This is one of my favorite parts of the game. I like to see my broken down toys crying and asking for mercy. Too bad for them, it just gets me hard and makes me want to abuse them even more.
I take the beat up car and smash it against my forehead - crushing it like a tin can. Wonder what I should do with him now?
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