Donna sighs heavily when she realizes you are actually reading thoroughly. She sits down and crosses her arms. She's obviously not used to waiting for anybody. While it's not her intention, the position of her arms amplifies her already ample breasts distracting you from your reading. It is all legalese anyway and you only understand about half of it. You keep catching yourself staring at Donna out of the corner of your eye. She looks like she's getting angry, so you start signing a little quicker and skipping around. You don't want to lose this chance, "Done" You say.
"Finally," Donna says. she snatches you up by the arm and makes her way to the back of the restaurant handing Jacky the paperwork on the way.
"Enjoy your meal," Jacky says with a smile and a wave. Your meal. That's all you are to her now. You make your way to the shrink booths. As you wait in line she keeps tapping her foot and sighing. You spend the time enjoying the view. In a little while you'll actually get to fulfill your dream with her. You can't believe how lucky you are. The line melts away in no time and the next thing you know, Donna and the operator are helping you into the booth. The glass lid is closed. You are very nervous, but so is the operator. She's talking to Donna and absentmindedly pushes the button.
"Oh no not again!" The operator says, "Sorry about that," There is a flash and you suddenly feel very dizzy. A hand surrounds you and brings you quickly up to Donna's face. The change in elevation combined with the dizziness nearly makes you black out.
"There are private rooms in the back if you want," The operator says shyly.
"Nah, I'm just going to eat this one real quick and make my way to the bar. A guy went to the bar to get me a drink. I'm sure he's done by now," Donna says and opens her mouth to pop you in.
[Ask her if you can at least touch her] [go to chapter 8]
[scream bloody murder] [go to chapter 10]
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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.