"I don't want a dance! I just want out of here!" You scream.
"No dance? I can do that too. Just thought I'd offer," She says as she makes her way back to the bar. Good. She is going to regrow you and let you out. She rounds the corner and passes the booths.
"What are you doing? The booths are right there!" You cry out. She doesn't respond.
As she steps behind the bar, she asks another patron, "What'll it be sugar?" and pops you into her mouth while waiting for his response.
You claw around in the darkness, but every surface is too slippery to do you any good. You are pushed into what basically feels like a meat vacuum and plummet to the stomach below, unable to stop your descent. You hear several screams as you splash down into the burning liquid and try desperately to hold your breath. After what feels like an eternity of struggling and trying not to scream, someone else falls in and lands on top of you, knocking the wind out of you. Your body reflexively gasps for air and fills with something else entirely, causing you to burn from the inside. On the outside, Dallas doesn’t know where you end and the others begin. You aren’t even an afterthought as she mixes patrons drinks and lines up her next meal.
THE END
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You have met one of the story’s ends. Feel free to start again and try a different route.
The story so far, (obvious ripoff Star Wars music plays) The silhouette of the orchestra can be seen in the distance. Just imagine the text is scrolling through space as you read it and try to keep up. I hope your imagination doesn’t make it move to fast.
You’ve wanted to go to Forbidden Dish for a long time. Your friends decided to come with you. You aren’t sure they know what the deal is, but you let them come anyway. If you aren’t familiar with Forbidden Dish, most things will be explained throughout the story, but it still wouldn’t hurt my feelings any if you read the other stories. If you like this story you will undoubtedly want to read the others. They are available on girlfood and oishi1’s individual portfolios. Feel free to explore. Let us know what characters you liked and what could use more or less detail. I’m adding this to the story notes on short chapters because the dealio will only accept chapters of five hundred words or more and I don’t want to make it hard to poke around.
If you’re here for one of the crush related deaths (or are trying to avoid them because you don’t like that sort of thing) they are located in the following ending choices
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,78,83,86 END foot crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,78,83,84 END foot crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,77,82 END foot crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,77,81,90,91 END butt crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,77,81,89,92,91 END butt crush
considering most choose your own adventures are about survival and this one is about trying to die, I don’t know what is considered a happy or a sad ending. I guess we’ll have to go through it to find out. What else? Oh, if you are visiting from Deviant art and don’t have an account here, feel free to comment under the image on Deviant Art, or make an account with giantessworld. It is the absolutely most impressive collection of giantess stories I’ve seen, and they are all tagged, so you don’t have to wander into something you don’t like. It’s a great place and if you like our stuff, you’ll find plenty to love here. There, maybe the commercial plug will excuse the padding. I hope I hope I hope. Well, here goes. Hopefully, I don’t have to do this too often. The powers that be might not like it.