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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Erotica · #2273899
Meeting all the inhabitants of a train station fast food restaurant - while 1 inch tall!
This choice: "Drown you in a pool of alcohol."  •  Go Back...
Chapter #5

"Drown you in a pool of alcohol."

    by: Markus Author IconMail Icon
She started to squash you down with her index finger, deep into her cleavage and violently play with her breast to shut you up.

When she could feel your weaken struggle, she walked out of McDonalds and towards her car, some pink convertible. In it she took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Except it seems like she mixed something in the bottle.

It looks grossly purple, as it swish and swash the content felt more like glue if anything, there were odd remnants of colorful dust like glitter.

She sat down on her convertible and stretch her crop top, lowering it down so merely half of her cleavage is visible as she hold it in using her elbows.

You asked what that bottle's content is, after successfuly climbing back out of her cleavage.

"Oh this old thing, a guy gave it to me for a quickie. I don't have my usual drinks so this'll have to do." She responded, opening the bottle. "Heh, this kind of stuff is why drunk guys are better, they're not so uptight once their filters are down."

She leans the bottle over her cleavage, "Here, how about a quick sip of this and let all your worries melt away."

She started pouring down the content onto you and her cleavage while she pressed them between each other. The content spilled and spalatterer all over you and around her cleavage, creating a purple goop and stain.

You tried covering yourself from the sticky shower, but it only seems to get worse after hour hair started hardening and all your body started getting real sticky. In fact, at least half your body is drowning in the sickly purple alcohol pool.

After pouring, She started to squash you down with her index finger, deep into her cleavage and violently play with her cleavage like last time, while the pools swieveled and shook, creating a pulpy mess all over the place. Smothering you in this fleshy pit of body odor, perfume and now a jam filled concoction and makes you gag and stressed.

A ton of it were forcefed to you, as you chug down gallons of it down to your stomach. Your heart burns, your stomach unnaturally gives an odd warmth.

And your brain started to...
Get all swirly, and shit...

And you blacked out...

You have the following choices:

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1. Reader's Choice (You're still in McDonald)

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2. Reader's Choice (Your somewhere else)

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