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Chapter #36
Elmyra’s Game Continues
by: Unknown
The gigantic girl continued to glare down at you while her fist rested on the roof of the dollhouse. You looked up at her and then to all the plastic props and furniture that scattered across the floor when the giant fist slammed against the dollhouse’s roof, before returning your focus to the lumps of plastic that were supposed to be shaped like food on the plate in front of you. How did you even get into this mess? Did you do something horrible in a past life to deserve this? Wether you somehow deserved this fate or not, Elmyra was not going to budge. The only response your request for real food ended up getting was a scowl on her huge face focused directly on you. You had to do something if you wanted to avoid the giant redheaded brat’s wrath.
You stared at your fake food nervously. You were afraid to actually put this in your mouth, but the increasingly impatient giantess looming over you scared you even more. You were starting to wish that she actually did make you her boyfriend. As unpleasant as that would probably be, you figured she would be more likely to actually feed you in that role, rather than forcing this pretend stuff on you. “Pretend…” you paused as that word suddenly stuck in your mind. This whole thing is a make believe game to her. Maybe you can apply the same to “eating” your breakfast here. Before your owner could lose her patience any further, you began to pantomime the actions of eating from the bowl. “Mmm… delicious.” You said as you pretended to enjoy your fake meal. You took this moment to glance up at Elmyra, hoping that this was what she wanted, or at least that it was enough to make her happy.
At first Elmyra still seemed to have that same inpatient or annoyed face staring down at you. This caused you to start fearing the worst as you felt a sudden, preemptive pain build up in your stomach. However, the frown soon shifted to a cheerful smile. This was enough to appease your owner. “See? Was that so bad?” She asked in her playful tone. “You’re lucky you’re so cute or I would have punished you a lot sooner.” She continued as you suddenly get her fat finger poking your side roughly. The last poke was strong enough to knock you over. You almost dreaded what she would be like actively trying to punish you.
After you managed to “finish” your breakfast you put your bowl back and started picking up some of the other furniture that was knocked over from before. Elmyra smiled at this, but soon she was ready for the game to continue. “Now go outside and get into your car! You don’t want to be late!” She ordered in a cheerful tone. You knew better than to delay so you quickly put the things you were holding down and hurried to where the walls were opened to get outside quickly, but this was quickly stopped by her giant hand pushing you back with enough force to knock you back to the ground. “What are you doing silly? The door is over there.” Sighing to yourself you got back up and headed for the front door so not to anger her. You really prayed that Elmyra would get careless enough for you to escape sooner than later. You don’t know how much more of this you could take.
After exiting the house the proper way, sure enough there was a doll’s car near you. Before you could enter it yourself that familiar hand swiftly came down and grabbed you tightly causing you to cough and wheeze as she forced the air out of you. You were jerked and bobbed back and forth as she moved you the way a child would move a doll they’re pretending is walking. You wondered why she even bothered doing this when you can and in fact already were walking there yourself, but there was no point in trying to question this giant’s whims. As her hand shifted a bit so that you were now held between her thumb and a couple pudgy fingers, she slid you into the driver seat of the car slightly more gently than she placed you on the doll bed earlier. You barely had time to catch your breath before she grabbed the toy car tightly and started to make it move. What followed was a long, dizzying and terrifying experience as Elmyra made the car go back and forth, rapidly turning in wild directions as she made engine and tire noises with her mouth. A few times she unintentionally got a little spit on you from making these sounds adding one more layer of torment to this.
“Can’t slow down now. You’re going to be late, and you definitely don’t want to be late for this.” You could only hold onto the plastic steering wheel to try to keep yourself from flying out of the toy vehicle which Elmyra was now swinging through the air while she took you to your new destination in this twisted game of hers. Before long the giant brat finally revealed where that destination was.
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