This choice: You jump off at the restaurant • Go Back...Chapter #5Restaurant le Nah by: sneakyk   A "Tiny Store?"
When asked “Do you mean to eat them, or do you want to have them tonight?" " Well... “Whatever we are feeling~”was of course the response.
“I thought I heard someone speaking to me?” Spoke the giantess who had just winked and smiled as she coyly suggested she might eat you alive or 'have' you tonight.
Were it not for those ominous utterances, you wouldn't have had a problem with staying with these two gigantic young adults. Images of your body writhing its final death throes between the merciless teeth of a young lady high on life and love, claiming your life as if you were mere exotic cuisine flood your mind. Those images are soon joined by images of your tiny form being gored against the giant metrosexual's monster cock, your last hurrah being more like a meek whimper as you go out in a pitiful blaze of semen and servitude. Oh, how thankful you are that you got to evesdrop on them right as their true intentions were laid bare!
You briefly take note of your surroundings, aware that you have a minute or two at most before the couple spots and almost surely captures you. The street is crowded with giants of varying sizes and descriptions, though there is a clear skew towards the younger end of the spectrum. A lass in a cute skirt and tallsocks, a young male ace trainer cockily strolling across the boulevard, more than a few youngsters too. There are a few Pokemon there, too. You catch a glimpse of a Furfrou relieving himself upon a decorative tree, a reasonable indication that you probably shouldn't linger around outside for too long, even if you can avoid getting trampled upon. Speaking of trees, you spot a Pachirisu and Emolga lurking above. Adorable though they may be, the rodents could prove to be major threats even when the route is free of pedestrian traffic. All it would take would be a graceful dive from an Emolga to leave you at its mercy.
From your brief assessment of the situation, you conclude that the crowd isn't dense enough to make transit impossible, but there are enough threats to make it a foolish idea indeed to just linger around here. And so you wall-slide your way down the side of the bag, making your best Megaman X impression in the process, and land on the stone path . Looking back, you see the imposingly large orange boots of the female honeymooner. One stomp from one of those heels could gore your chest. The male's more minimalistic black and white sneakers, too, could clearly do a number on your tiny form. You shudder and gaze up at the female, who appears to be raiding her bag currently. You were dangerously close to getting caught...actually...you're not out of the woods yet!
You quickly rush your way past the couple and hug the nearest wall, narrowly avoiding the THUD trampling sneakers THUD sandals and maryjanes of THUD THUD three different anonymous giants as you rush towards freedom. THUD. THUD. THUD. Not wanting to remain out here much longer, you sprint your way in through an open doorway and find yourself inside of the reception area of a large building of sorts.
A potpourri of delectable aromas fills the air around you, and the air is filled with the voices of mostly giants. The floor is a warehouse-sized expanse of drab but professional brown tiles, and the ambient lighting of the room is just bright enough to give you a clear view of your surroundings. The floor is largely devoid of crumbs or scraps, though a few clear bits of detritus, clearly beneath notice the normal size, do not escape your view. To the west lies a solid tan wall, and to the north lies a solid brown wall. The expansive floor continues out eastward towards an obvious corner, and to the northeast lies a large table of sorts, a pair of patrons you can't quite make out sitting at it. Not wanting to be out in the open for long, you make your way towards the table. Could this place be a restaurant? Perhaps you could survive off of foodscraps if you're careful enough.
And the restaurant receptionist takes note. Unfortunately for you, what initially seemed to be a brown wall to the north was actually a reception desk, something you would have known had you merely tilted your gaze upwards. As you make your way towards the table, you hear a series of THUDs coming from the northwest. It doesn't take you long to realize you are being followed. You turn to see a pair of vehicle sized black leather shoes with a towering light brown leg emerging from each. Your heart skips a beat as you realize they're headed in your direction!
With the pursuer heading to you from the north, you realize you won't be able to make your way northward without directly putting yourself into the path of their waiting shoes. Yet directly retreating from this place would put yourself back on the streets, another likely losing proposition. Instead you rush for the corner and hope that the pursuer will simply abandon pursuit.
THUD. THUD. THUD. The black leather shoes gain on you as you make your retreat, the THUDs growing louder with every step...and seeming to slow down, too. You manage to make it to the corner, and quickly turn around, pressing your back against the corner. Looking upwards , you see the giant who had pursued you begin to squat down. Towering over you is a brown-skinned 30-odd year old woman with medium length hair, her eyes gazing down upon you with mild amusement, her lips, painted a gorgeous red courtesy of their lipstick, are curved up into a smile. She' wearing a professional-looking white blouse and pitch black skirt going just below her knees. With the titaness squatting before you, legs parted wide, you have no trouble getting a glance at her form-fitting satin floral panties, something that you can't help but blush over.
"What on earth are you doing down there mon petit ami?"She mutters. She swiftly reaches down for you with her hand, prompting you to sprint forward. "No you don't" She replies before swiftly kicking you into the wall with one of her immense leather shoes. Your body hurtles back and smashes into the corner, and you quickly fall onto your belly. "There!
Une prise facile !" she says, her voice beaming with pride and confidence. You feel a nauseating sensation as you are lifted off of the grind by your right ankle. Before you can make another attempt at escaping the woman passes a white napkin over your body and manages to swiftly knock you out.
When you wake up, you find yourself...
(NOTE: A few choice chapters follow this one. This i necessary, due to the variety of encounters that could logically follow from this chapter)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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