This choice: she easily defeats Carl and uses her feet to punish him • Go Back... Carl lunged at the "evil" girl with his fist raised in a striking position-showing that he was indeed ready and willing to knock her lights out despite having his fair share of doubts and hangups about this. Running straight towards her just as fast as a top line-breaker on his school football team. All the mildly bulky girl did smirk ever so smug-even when he landed a flimsy jab at her flabby belly. This only caused it to merely jiggled in response to a punch that is strong enough to put a good-sized hole in rock hard cast iron...which suddenly reminds him that mom needs a new pan. Provided that he makes it through this whole debacle in one piece, he'll help her get a new one.
"Aw, that tickles!~" With a hearty laugh with a voice so sweet that it can give a lifelong vegan diabetic shock. Copying from Carl's previous course, her slightly meaty hand curled into a fist and was ready to pound some wannabe hero in the dirt. Her tanned freckled face had a real toothy grin on it.``My turn!"
And with that, she unloads a punch faster than what he expects was she capable of. Her right fist rammed into his face-with herculean power causing her right bicep to bulged. Showing off her deceptively powerful muscles as Carl was sent flying-smashing through four empty stands before landing into a bunch of barrels of hay that was at least thirty feet away from him and the girl was standing at. Her strength was to be awed at.
"And that is how you do it!" The girl cheered herself on as she rolled her shoulders and stared at where that little weasel landed. Serves him right waking her after she showed off her powers to everyone-which they weren't quite appreciative of it-but...still. He DID land pretty hard and she didn't want to hurt him THAT bad. So she is a simple common courtesy shouted out to him. "...HEY, YOU ALRIGHT?"
"Oh, it will take...more than that to take...me down you fat ogre of a villain. It would take...much more than that put down the hero of embervillie...Beacon!." Carl gasped out as his right cheek was incredibly sore and beginning to swell. With adrenaline and shock running his veins, he was uncharacteristically bold and trying to stand up...and failing to do so.
"Fat ogre...huh?' The girl's cheeks became red, cannot BELIEVE that she felt bad for this maggot-dick, and which she never did in the first place! She hastily grabbed a good portion of the nearby apples and peaches. Hastily devour the fruit and growing twice her height. Gaining more girth and bulk in the process. Then she ran towards Carl in speeds he could only gawk at. Soon standing over in mere seconds...while returning to her previous height and returning into her usual level of bulkiness.
' Just what the hell is your po-' Despite his inner nerd being immediately perplexed over her abilities. He didn't get the chance to form a full coherent sentence in his mind as the girl...sat on his stomach. Knocking some of the wind straight out of his lungs as she mockingly grinds her larger than average ass on his skinny torso. " Ya' know, this fat ogre needs to take a load off. And you are super comfy, like one of those big overpriced chairs in the furniture store!"
She mockingly said as she begins to bounce on him. Apparently, the ogre comment struck a few cords with her. But as uncomfortable as he is couldn't help but feel.....you know...aroused by this. His second head clung to his left most thigh, it slowly swells as he watches her hefty thighs and calves jiggled with every move she makes. Or the fact that just how full and round her ass was. The sweat dripping off her warm skin. That and the fact she was only slightly younger than he was and was still around his own age group was like gasoline to the fires that were teenage hormones. Him not having much interaction with members of the opposite sex that wasn't his mother or sister did not help him...no it did not. Thank god that his face was fully covered up...he couldn't live with himself if it wasn't.
"Oh, how can I forget? I really do need to wipe my feet off!" The girl spoke as she placed her feet on his chest, which was in beat-up old sandals akin to flip-flops with dirty brown straps. As she smearing dirt and grass all over his jacket, he took a good look at things that were on her chest. The gumshoes that were currently occupying the sandals just fit her-strong, imposing, and lacking the stereotypical daintiness and fragile feminity. Her feet were wide and chunky, so large that one could call them disproportionate if any other girl had them. The short brawny toes sent faint waves of fishiness and tangy spice, like someone pickling habaneros and jalapenos in white vinegar. With a hint of an unknown earthy sweetness that somehow balances the pungent cocktail, Despite only getting faint whiffs, Carl's nose wrinkled which seems to hint the potency of her feet. The feet' rough underskin were dusty and little dry. The sight and the experience of the girl's treatment made him both disgusted and angry yet aroused by it. He wasn't an masochist in any means...just something about this...he couldn't explain.
But the girl herself was happy, finally, she has something she doesn't have to worry about breaking him. Now she can finally cut loose! And this only the beginning.
With Carl questioning himself and the unnamed girl about to amped it up. What happens?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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