This choice: Suck it up and eat the beans, not everyone can get what they want in life. • Go Back...Chapter #4Beans For The Heart, But Will Make Latinas Fart. by: Unknown As you stood in the Garden forest you shook your head at your indecisiveness and decided you weren't going to worry about THIS right now, out of all things. You decided the least time-consuming would just be to head over to the beans and eat enough to fill you up and then try to find help from there.
You began to walk towards the giant plants with the bean pods hanging down enough for you to rip one open, a bunch of black beans spilling onto the ground in front of you the size of your entire body, each rolling out barely missing you as they stack on the ground, causing a chain reaction with other pods full of beans to open up as well spilling everywhere. Now you had a bunch of black beans laying on the dirt ground in front of you, considering you only needed a few handfuls of one of the human-sized beans this was overkill to you.
You then proceeded to bend down and began to rip a bean open and scooping handfuls out of its soft outside and bringing it to your mouth. "Ehhh." You groan not really accustomed to the raw bean taste, but you ate anyway as you felt hungry as fuck now.
However as you ate you heard loud booming as a shadow cast above you, you looked up to see a Giantess Latina about 22-23 years old with dirty gardening pants and shirt, gloves, and with an apron on as well. She completely towered over you and scared the shit out of you considering she caught you so off-guard.
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She had a nice body, jet black straight hair with a really light skin complexion as if she hadn't lived in Mexico her whole life. Her name was Valentina.
At first, you thought she saw you but she bent down and began picking at the bean plant with her glove, and dropping the pods into a basket in her other hand, she hummed as she did so. You then saw as she opened one of the bean pods and emptied it into her open mouth, eating the beans with a lick of her lips as she did so with a few more after. Clearly, she enjoyed the beans.
However, you think you were full enough to stop eating and get her attention now. You began waving your arms up at her screaming so she'd see you down by the giant bean pile. "HEY DOWN HERE! HELP!" You scream loudly. Surprisingly she turns her head down and sees you and gasps with her hand to her mouth.
"A Tiny Boy!" She said in perfect English, accent and all.
"YES! YOU KNOW ENGLISH! I NEED HELP PLEASE!" You screamed up at her once again relieved she could understand you.
However, her eyes narrowed as she began to look offended. "I can't believe it! A Tiny American Boy... And he's eating Aunties Product like a thief!" She hissed with her dirty gloved hand reaching down and picking you up between her two fingers violently, making you cough in pain from the pressure as she effortlessly brang you up to her face.
"You thief! I come here for Spring Break to help my Auntie and you decide to steal from US!" She spoke loudly and angrily, her moist breath wafting over you as she held you so close to her mouth. Her voice literally piercing your ears from how loud it was.
"NO NO THAT'S NOT IT! I NEED HELP!" You try to defend yourself, "LONG STORY I ACTUALLY-"
"NO! No excuses, I'm from America too so I know how you white boys steal sometimes for your own good. Even when you are tiny!" She said now bringing you down around her, she began to kneel down as you approached the ass side to her ass covered in her dirty gardening jeans.
"Now you will see what the points of these beans are as I dish them back to you! Get ready to sniff Thief!" She said once more shoving you with one finger into her ass, you began to hear gurgling.
"NO! STOP PLEASE MPPHH!!" You instantly get muffled as you prepare for the fart blast, terrified of it approaching. What happens next?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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