Over the screams and pleading of the tiny people trapped in your tupperware comes a familiar tune on the television. You recognize it as the jingle for the local water park: Aqua-Land! You haven't actually gone yet, but your past experience as such places was rather positive; teenagers and young adults scantily clad in bikinis and speedos made for great targets of your magic. But perhaps the best part was having both men and women ogle your irresistible figure.
''Alright!'' you say to the screaming prisoners, ''Who wants to go to Aqua-land?''
Of course, you don't wait for an answer. Stretching your jaw as wide as you can without resorting to your powers, you lift the plastic container to your lips and tilt it back, sending the twenty or so people remaining tumbling into your maw. They fight in vain, grasping and grabbing at your tongue and teeth but your saliva and gravity are too much to fight against; in a matter of seconds they are squeezed down your throat and sent into your waiting stomach.
With your tummy filled, you waste no time in going to your bedroom closet and picking out a good bathing suit for today. You have dozens of different types, all the remains of poor souls who had crossed you. Eventually you settle on a black bikini with cups small enough to just cover your nipples and a pair of bottoms so ill-fitting your round butt swallows most of it.
After slipping it on, you cast a spell to teleport to Aqua-land, and in a matter of seconds you find yourself in the center of the park, surrounded by hundreds of potential targets. Glancing at the convienently placed guide map just behind you, you decide first to go to...
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