This choice: A long arm grabs your leg • Go Back...Chapter #3A long arm grabs your leg by: gg   Suddenly a giant hand grabs your entire right leg, making you fall to the ground and dragged you along it to a familiar wicked laughter behind you. You felt powerless as you tried to wiggle yourself free, but no use, you felt yourself getting lifted up into the air as the busty, golden brown, gypsy rose out of the ruined tent. Higher and higher up you went, past her crotch, belly and breasts, until you were face to face with the giggling giantess. You felt her warm breath as she spoke: “Not so easily, little man” her dark eyes gleamed at you: “Even if you did escape, I would just start searching the entire town to find you! Lifting every car on my way, looking through all the windows on each floor, my hands bursting through walls, as I feel around for bodies, tipping over skyscrapers and all that. I would have to kick over houses to see if you were hiding beneath them too, like a cockroach under a ROCK!” she squeezed you a tiny bit, making you whimper in pain. “you fear me now, don’t you?” she sighed, as her entire body grew some more, making everything rumble and her hand engulfing you even more. “You saw me as disgusting when we met, didn’t you? A small, filthy, dark-skinned gypsy, walking around in bare feet and sold silly magic tricks! Well this will teach you a lesson of respect!” She giggled as she in one swift swoop stuffed you down her cleavage, who recently were no bigger than Pomegranate but had now swelled, expanded and plumped themselves to more than ten times the size.
It was like being stuffed in a sea of warm, squishy flesh and you struggled against these fat, sloshy tits the size of garden swimming pools, but the gypsy squeezed them together, pinching her big, dark nipples in the process, moaning happily while laughing at your struggles. Long, black hair fell on top of her breasts, as she looked down on you fighting in her gifted bosom: “What’s the matter, tiny man, can’t handle a real woman? You probably don’t like that a gypsy like me can grow such nice, busty rack, that couldn’t fit inside a white woman’s bra, don’t you? You just can’t stand the thought of such primitive, disgusting gypsies having such bigger, superior bodies, nor being the slave to one!” With one hand she pinched your body and yanked you out of her mighty cleavage, lifting you up to her smug, red lips and playful, dark eyes, lightly covered by strings of black hair.
“What if I made all the other gypsies grow too? Imagine it, tents and circus wagons tearing apart, as unwashed feet, legs and arms bursts forth, boobs growing in volume so your small, pathetic cloths can’t contain them anymore, pants ripping apart by true, long cocks growing greater and larger than white men’, the height difference getting smaller between us, then passing by you and extending further as ruined rags litters the ground more and more. Imagine it, looking up at a forest of hairy legs from giant gypsies, scratching their furry crotches, while mockingly looking down on you, small, gnomes!”
During talking, the giant gypsy had begun rubbing her big, hairy pussy, getting hot at the thought of domination. She had let herself fall on her giant, bloated ass with a big boom, feeling the ruined tent parts being crushed beneath her butt made her even more excited, making her wiggle it a bit to hear those crunching sounds. She stared at you with intense lust, as her fantasy kept running more wild: “And we will fuck, in parks, in parking lots, in the middle of the street, crushing cars, buildings and street lights in the process, and there will be nothing you could do to stop us! Before they would throw us in jail when we were tiny and small, but now our boobs have ripped through the prison clothes, our legs gotten too thick for chains, our asses grown too big and wide for the electric chair! We can cum where we want now, masturbate whenever we like to do it, leaving stinky messes everywhere for you to clean up, this entire town will reek of gypsy as we grow more… and more… and MORE!” She came, blasting a rain of pussy juices across the carnival grounds, releasing a roaring moan while doing so. Afterwards she let herself fall down on her back, panting heavily and the pace of her breasts heaving up and down became steadily slower as she relaxed from the orgasm. Suddenly she felt that something was missing, and saw that her hand was empty.
In her heat, you managed to escape the mad, enormous gypsy. You ran through the carnival’s alleys and out of the carnivals entrance gate as you tried to find you girlfriend, she must be somewhere around the parking lot.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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