This choice: Sienna finds you during her costume crafting • Go Back... “Really?” her voice cut, your ribs threatening to snap and cave in on your lungs, “How dumb do you Juggalo bitches think I am?” The breath was forced completely out of your lungs, preventing you from defending yourself. You knew that what you said was hard to believe, but it was the truth! The colossal woman holding you, Sienna, was a character in a movie…one you loved! She was supposed to be open to potentially supernatural explanations, you’d thought. Apparently though, when the supernatural was mostly hell-bent on making your life a miserable shitshow, you were not inclined to believe the word of every strange being that crossed your path. Even if they were the size of a Tic Tac. “Well?!” she asked, her truck-sized fingers pressing in harder, “Do you have anything to say for yourself, little shit? Who sent you? How did you find me? I’m waiting!”
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You clawed at the ridges of her thumb as the curved wall of tan flesh held you in place effortlessly. Pushing against the small lines, you began to feel them bend under your laughable strength. Every muscle in your body stressed and flexed…and all you managed to do was gently shift a single line of her thumbprint.
Above, the giantess’ furrowed brow began to relax as Sienna realized the slow suffocation you were enduring between her fingers. Your face had started turning a sickening shade of blue when she gently released the hold on you…. Even as you sucked in air though, you could still feel the crushing weight on your legs. She wasn’t going to let you go. Not that easily. Clawing at her thumb like a shipwrecked sailor hanging onto wreckage, you stared up at her colossal face and tried to explain the situation one last time.
“I-I’m telling you the truth,” you gasped, “T-This isn’t…you’re not real. Not where I come from anyway. Y-You’re a character in a mov-”
CRACK~
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“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” you shrieked as your left kneecap snapped under the force of her fingertips squeezing.
High above, a gust of hot air blew down on you as the giantess scoffed. “Again with the same bullshit?! Fine. You don’t want to talk right now? We’ll see how you’re feeling at the end of the night….”
You tried to focus through the pain to try and explain, but your stomach rose up into your chest as you found yourself rapidly descending. The unyielding fingers finally fell away, letting you tumble through the air until you crashed into the hard surface of the table! Your knee screamed out in white-hot anger as a primal yowl escaped your lips…though it didn’t even register in the massive ears overhead. Huffing, panting, and sweating, you rolled onto your stomach and tried to make your way closer to Sienna to explain your predicament once again when the giantess bent over.
Something as big as her shouldn’t move that fast. Your brain was struggling to process the collapse of a mountainous spire when Sienna popped back up on the table’s horizon as quickly as she vanished beneath it…with something in hand. A long, flat object was clutched in her grasp with black arches all along one side. It was like she was holding a small park. You’d have preferred if that was what it was…because you felt sick to your stomach when the shape finally became familiar to you. A sandal? You were so fucking small that you could have used her god-damned sandal as a park for a picnic….
THWACK~
The rough leather sole had barely missed your body as Sienna raised her eyebrows in faux-shock and gasped, “Oh my god! That was sooooo close to being a disaster for you, little freak! Just an inch the wrong way and I’d be scraping your creepy clown-loving guts off of my sandal….”
“S-Sienna, please!” you began pleading just for her to roll her eyes.
“Save your breath, fucker. I can’t even hear you down there and I’m getting real tired of seeing your mouth moving. Like I said…we’ll see how talkative you are at the END of the night.”
Before you could say anything else, Sienna’s body stretched over you as she reached for something on the far end of the table. The distant rumble of supplies shifting sounded like avalanches as you looked up to see her stomach arched over you menacingly. Her torso stretched out for hundreds of feet in every direction as you tried to see what way was the best to move…your bum knee eventually vetoing any escape plan. You held on to some hope…if she wanted to talk to you at the end of the night, maybe you could convince her to get you help!
“There it is!” her voice boomed as her body pulled back.
Your eyes searched for whatever it was that got her so excited.
When you saw it, your stomach dropped.
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