Meadows Mansion v0.49 PUBLIC

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Mouth]''// ##(text-style:"rumble")[BRUURP! ] After a brief delay, come too. Your surroundings are damp and dim. You are still in Gilly’s maw, but thankfully no longer in her stomach. It appears you were saved by a quick buildup of gas caused by the rancid cheese. The chamber shifts suddenly as Gilly begins to talk. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Morsel must be careful! Gilly burp to get you out!”]] You sigh in relief, not knowing what came over you there for a moment. You steady your breathing and reorient yourself in Gilly’s maw once more. --- [[Continue|Gilly Mouth2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''//(set: $Bead to 1) You plant yourself firmly onto the tabletop as you attempt another pull at the restrained Neura Transmitter, or in Mistress Monrose’s case, her brand new favorite anal beads. Saddling up to the edge of her winking anus you breathe in deep. Clammy pheromone laced scents waft into you as the rectum gapes slightly after your hands brush up against its oily sides. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmmm so gentle you are, yes? You must be more firm if you wish to get through further my fan!”] To emphasize her point, the giantess squeezes her cheeks together, smothering you in a sticky warm embrace. #(text-style:"blink")[SHLUMPH!] The cheeks peel apart, leaving you stunned and much slimier than you previously were. Before she can slam you again, you grasp firmly onto the handle and pull. #(text-style:"sway")[ShhhlllllORP!] #(text-style:"blink")[POP!] Unexpectedly, the first orb of the Anal Beads pops out with a messy shlop. Murky anal slime seeps around the chromatic ball. Interlaced through its make are interconnected glowing blue lines, etched across the metal surface. They pulse weakly from time to time. You’re now one hundred percent confident this is no ordinary sex toy. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_20e1fce6155640d4acba0dd7723ee2aa~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“OHH there goes the first of 3 from my butthole, you are a strong fan!”] She waggles her asshole in front of you, mock cheering your efforts. The handle and first ball of the anal beads bob up and down, slapping wetly against her taint. Then, Mistress Monrose’s brown finger reaches back, hovering between you and the ball. You panic, momentarily thinking she’ll just push the ball back into her greedy rectum, but instead, her index finger curls away from you before releasing. The mighty flick sends you careening backwards as her meaty glutes close once more. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“More lurid displays for your Mistress, continue the games my tiny fan!”] She spins, planting her now damp ass back down onto her small seat below. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Idle")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''// Wasting no time, you reach out and grasp firmly against the handle. The chamber about you vibrates as you hear an omnipresent hum from far above. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[MMMMHMMHMMMM!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f9ddc541e3794a37a07a1e6238451f79~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Little fan, try and try to pull but a second bead shall not exit from my hole!”] The commanding words, muffled in the cramped depths of Monrose’s crack tell only truths as you struggle with the deeper beads. You try and heave, but the deeper balls are firmly lodged within. Like an unrelenting maw of a beast unwilling to yield its prey, it appears that for now, Mistress Monrose’s anal sphincter will remain shut. You’ll need to arouse her some more by playing some games with the other women. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Idle")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''//(set: $Bead to 2) You plant yourself firmly onto the tabletop once again as you attempt another pull at the restrained Neura Transmitter. Saddling up to the edge of her winking anus you breathe in deep. The scent is now almost unbearable. Her juices mix with the deeper smells coming from her asshole, making it hard to concentrate without getting turned on. The asshole now gapes easily on its own, deep red flesh cresting the edges of the second bead. You confidently grab onto the ring of the toy’s handle and yank hard. There’s some tug to this one and as you make progress a hissing sound like air releasing from a balloon rings in your ears. #(text-style:"rumble")[PShhhhip!] #(text-style:"shudder")[Flarp!] A release of pent-up gases, smelling of smoke, brush past your face as the second ball comes plopping out onto the ground. The smell is becoming more earthy and foul the deeper you pull beads from her colon. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oop, sorry there little fan, did not mean to be rude! Bahaha!”] The mistress’s voice carries a heavy amount of unapologetic sarcasm. She waggles her asshole in front of you, mock cheering your efforts. The handle and second ball of the anal beads bob up and down, slapping wetly against her taint. Then, Mistress Monrose’s brown finger reaches back, hovering between you and the ball. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdbfe08ff8834986bffd6df549ee5fca~mv2.png"> --- Once more, the uncaring giantess flicks you away before you can even dodge. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“One more bead rests in my greedy bum, fan! Come come, you must do more, yes!”] She hoists you back up towards the tabletop. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Idle")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[The Hero's Choice]''// Hesitantly, you approach the ravenous beast that is Mistress Monrose’s anus. The faint blue glow emanating from the Neura Transmitter fills you with determination. You’re so close to acquiring this crucial piece of equipment, let alone finding out where Laura has been this whole time. You just hope that this goddess honors your agreement… (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Stop delaying fan!”] Her booming voice commands you to approach. Placing your hands onto the far end of the anal beads, you’re thankful for the distance now created between you and her asshole. You cautiously begin to pull. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Shhloop!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_de68d4e2b88845b29c1bdf639f3d4ef7~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blink")[Plop…TNK!] The final portion of the Neura Transmitter comes free! #(text-style:"fidget")[Grrm..Grp…] Monrose’s brown hole pulses, a gurgle of gas curling through her digestive depths, rapidly approaching the end. #(text-style:"rumble")[BRAAARP! Splsh!] The anus spreads impossibly wide, gaping and releasing a bassy wet fart that splatters you with ichor, even many inches away. Similar smaller farts escape as Monrose sighs above, releasing the pent-up gas that was locked in her rectum for so long. She reaches her hands back, eager fingers toying with her malleable gaping anus. Her index finger plunges deep into the moist orifice and pulls out as she begins to fuck her asshole deep. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ohh, so good. Oh yes!” ] Mistress Monrose pulls her finger free from the rectum for a brief second. The hole remains impressively gaped, revealing for the first time, the innermost stretches of her colon. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c3218529ea32402f80edfd378b6df20a~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Look deep into me. This is the end of my digestive system. In here is where waste, tiny beings like yourself, exit my divine body.”] The hole refuses to close, but her deeper insides flex and open, revealing even further into her body.(text-colour:red)[“You will become one with me. But first, you must become acquainted with the final destination of your trip while you are still alive, that is.” ] Panic sets in. You knew it. She’s going to try and devour you like some cherished treat. Monrose has been toying with you this entire time, savoring each and every moment. But why the theatrics? Suddenly, the idle star carved into the table’s surface begins to glow a deep blood red. A pentagram. The other girls gasp in surprise, startled and afraid by the demonic display occurring before them in addition to the very real threats against your wellbeing. But there’s a part of you. Is it the scent, the taste, the arousal? You want to go inside Mistress Monrose’s body. The students from earlier, their cries of desire inside her gut. You want that as well. So much bliss, your size, the opportunity, this is your only chance to become a part of something greater. You stare bemused into the gaping hole, drooling out a heavy mixture of fluid as it remains gaped. Then, a sound that shocks you from your stupor. Its faint, but it emanates from deep within Monrose’s rectum. Someone is shouting! (text-color:#f1cc8f)[(text-style:"blur")[^^“Heeelp, please, someone, anyone! I can see light!” ^^]] Its Laura, just as you thought, she’s inside Mistress Monrose’s ass! You’ll need to decide how to proceed. Your choice here will certainly have a lasting impact on the course of the Gala. --- [[Rush Heroically Forward]] – Dive headfirst into the realm of Monrose. You can’t just leave that girl trapped in there. [[Call Up Above to Monrose]] – Demand the game end as you’ve found out where Laura is. Rules are rules. [[Prostrate yourself before Mistress Monrose]] – You feel only desire and a yearning lust to please your goddess.

Hesitantly, you approach the ravenous beast that is Mistress Monrose’s anus. Your body and mind is ravaged. You don’t know how much more of this you can take… (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Stop delaying fan!”] Her booming voice commands you to approach. Placing your hands onto the far end of the anal beads, you’re thankful for the distance now created between you and her asshole. You cautiously begin to pull. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Shhloop!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_de68d4e2b88845b29c1bdf639f3d4ef7~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blink")[Plop…TNK!] The final portion of the bead comes free. #(text-style:"fidget")[Grrm..Grp…] Monrose’s brown hole pulses, a gurgle of gas curling through her digestive depths, rapidly approaching the end. #(text-style:"rumble")[BRAAARP! Splsh!] The anus spreads impossibly wide, gaping and releasing a bassy wet fart that splatters you with ichor, even many inches away. Similar smaller farts escape as Monrose sighs above, releasing the pent-up gas that was locked in her rectum for so long. She reaches her hands back, eager fingers toying with her malleable gaping anus. Her index finger plunges deep into the moist orifice and pulls out as she begins to fuck her asshole deep. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ohh, so good. Oh yes!” ] Mistress Monrose pulls her finger free from the rectum for a brief second. The hole remains impressively gaped, revealing for the first time, the innermost stretches of her colon. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c3218529ea32402f80edfd378b6df20a~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Look deep into me. This is the end of my digestive system. In here is where waste, tiny beings like yourself, exit my divine body.”] The hole refuses to close, but her deeper insides flex and open, revealing even further into her body.(text-colour:red)[“You will become one with me. Enter me.” ] Panic sets in. You knew it. She’s going to try and devour you like some cherished treat. Monrose has been toying with you this entire time, savoring each and every moment. But why the theatrics? Suddenly, the idle star carved into the table’s surface begins to glow a deep blood red. The pentagram. There’s a part of you. Is it the scent, the taste, the arousal? You want to go inside Mistress Monrose’s body. The students from earlier, their cries of desire inside her gut. You want that as well. So much bliss, your size, the opportunity, this is your only chance to become a part of something greater. You stare bemused into the gaping hole, drooling out a heavy mixture of fluid as it remains gaped. [[Prostrate yourself before Mistress Monrose|Chaos Anal Bead Trap]] – You feel only desire and a yearning lust to please your goddess.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested]''// You lie back into the slimy pool of rainbow chime. The thumping sounds of the Creepy Girl's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fate... Muffled sounds of her erratic speaking, most likely to herself, periodically interrupts the burbles of her body. You stare at the undulating ceiling, eyes becoming irritated as the acids claim your form. You close them for the time being. Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the Creepy Girl's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor. ###(text-colour:#675b70)[''"BURP! Excuse me!" ''] --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested by Gilly]''// You lie back into the slimy pool of burning chime. The thumping sounds Gilly's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fate... You stare at the undulating ceiling, eyes becoming irritated as the acids claim your form. You close them for the time being. Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the Gilly's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor. ###(text-colour:#6f956f)[''"BURP! Guess Morsel wanted to be a part of Gilly? It ok. Now Gilly find new student!" ''] --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested]''// You lie back into the stinging pool of alcoholic acid. The thumping sounds of the Alt Girl's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fate… Muffled sounds of the Alt Girl murmuring to herself as she stifles stray belches reverberate your chamber. Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the girl's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor. ###(text-colour:blue)[''"BURP! Serves them right..." ''] --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Digested]''// You lie back into the stinging pool of alchoholic acid. The thumping sounds of Beth's movement echoes about in your chamber. Her breathing far above can be heard past the angry grumbles of her overactive stomach. And lower beneath you, ominous gurgles usher out from her swirling intestines. You shudder and try not to think of that fate... Muffled sounds of Beth grumbling to herself as she stiffles stray belches reverberate your chamber. Darkness now. Floating amongst the bile of the girl's stomach, you slowly drift off as the oxygen runs out with a final goodbye from your captor. ###(text-colour:blue)[''"BURP! Serves them right..."] '' --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[The Bar - In Margo's Mouth]''// You resign yourself as mere food for this giantess. Going rigid, you do not swim or resist and simply accept the fate that is soon to befall you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6684ed51a4474cb7bb43b6945d7585f6~mv2.png"> --- Suddenly, the river comes to a halt as Margo finishes her drink. You come to a stop at the very edge of her rear tongue. The bumpiness here is alien and organic. Large tastebuds rub against your rear. Morbidly, you look over the edge of the tongue to bear witness to Margo’s epiglottis and sealed throat. Then, an eerie sensation sets in. The mouth begins to move, and Margo’s windpipe below begins to bellow. She is talking with you still in her mouth! “Given up hope huh Ant?” The words ring out in your ears, so loud that it nearly deafens you. “Take a last look at the outside world.” Your blood runs cold. You’re trapped, above a portal leading to your very doom. An ominous gurgle begins to rise from the clamped walls of wet flesh beneath you. The epiglottis shifts as her esophagus begins to open up. A whirlwind of acidic beer-tinged air flows upwards. #(text-style:"rumble")[HUURAP! ] The jostling burp causes you to fall forwards. You land atop the sealed entrance of her throat, at the very rear of Margo’s maw. The windpipe and esophagus vibrate in unison. #(text-style:"blur","sway")[HMMMM?! MMMmmmm….] Noticing your presence, Margo smiles and swallows. #(text-style:"buoy")[GULUP!] The hatch of flesh beneath you opens, ferrying you downwards in one powerful swallow. The throat is well lubricated from her recent beverage, so you are given little time to acknowledge the trip downwards as you suddenly collide with a semi hardened sphincter. The entrance to her roiling stomach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_34dedc42bd984a4dba51e72e4350ae56~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Margo Beer Belly]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Choices]''// (set: $Grace to it + 1) You nod your head. Gifts are great, and Beth's been helpful thus far. (text-colour:blue)["Sweet, sweet."] She flicks her navy hair back behind her half shaven head once more. (text-colour:blue)["So, Pipsqueak, before I give you a parting gift, I got a question for ya. What would you say is my greatest asset?" ] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Your Style.]] [[Your Lips.]] [[Your Butt!]] [[Your Thighs!]] [[Your Feet!]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Back]''// You begin to slip down the curve of the Creepy Girl's lower body. No going back now. The warmth of her skin presses against you, feeling almost comforting. Your slide slowly comes to a halt as you reach the middle of her back, a small divot forms running along her spine. On either side of you, the crop top does little to hide the girl's love handles. Pudgy white skin delicately seeps over the waistband of her skirt. Seems like Creepy Girl enjoys a treat occasionally. After pitter pattering around her back for some time, it seems as though any attempt to garner her attention from here is futile. You look onwards, noticing the tightly clasped elastic of the girl's bra strapping. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can attempt to climb the Bra Strap and potentially get closer to her breasts. It would be a difficult climb, but you are certain that her boobs would be sensitive enough to get her attention. [[Climb bra seam.|Bra Seam]] If instead you would like to maintain some semblance of respect for this girl's private parts, you can try to climb up the hill of her upper back to try and rouse her there.[[Travel further up.|Further up Back]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Agatha's Punishment]''// Agatha’s gaze once more returns to you. Peering down even closer, she adjusts her glasses, lavender eyes inspecting you thoroughly. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Wait a minute…I recognize that silhouette. Was I wrong earlier, was it not Logan?”] Agatha turns in the booth so that she is now facing you directly, she shifts her black flats to either side of your body. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Now that you mention it, ya you are the tiny little worm from earlier who nearly tried to choke me!” ]Her face contorts into a scowl. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d8c37a09356d4fc7957939032183a644~mv2.png"> --- You begin to regret your decisions and ready yourself to bolt away. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Well, I learnt from before. Tiny, perverted scum like you don’t deserve to scurry about the Gala.”] Casually, Agatha raises up her right foot into the air, casting a dark shadow across your form. Fervently, you begin to dash away, trying to zig zag in an effort to dodge her oncoming sole. She cackles boastfully from up above, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Haha, no use little maggot, breathe your last breath.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_869917e7f27b4e15be14dd60fac96add~mv2.png"> --- You stare back at the careening black sole of Agatha’s flat. The darkened shoe approaches you in slow motion as time nearly comes to a standstill until- #(text-style:"rumble")[THOOM!] Your body is mercilessly compressed into the hard ground of the Lounge. For a moment you think you may survive, the weight of her sole is immense but stays relatively still. Then, Agatha begins to grind her heel into your form. #(text-style:"sway")[SHHRR! SHHRR! ] In an instant your body becomes a red smear, all life evacuated from your form in mere seconds. Agatha grabs a nearby napkin and wipes away your remains from her foot, nothing but a bloody mess. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Yuck, welp seems like that problem sorted itself out. Geez, I would have executed Logan if not for that stupid tiny.”] --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Admitting What You Did]''// (set: $Chaos to it + 1) Almost proud, you scoff admitting what you did and that you would do it time and time again. Stuck up people like this Alt girl need to be told the truth and let go every once and a while. Expecting the girl to scowl or shout back in anger, instead, the thin blue lips part, revealing a devilish grin. You notice your reflection in her sharp white incisors. Your facade falters for a brief moment as a twinge of fear surges up your spine. (text-colour:blue)["Oh, cool! So, you're just admitting to being an asshole without apologizing then? God, I also love being uncaring without apologizing too!"] Mocks the Alt Girl. (text-colour:blue)["In fact, I love it sooo much that I think I'll also indulge in a desire of mine!" ] Slowly, the wolfish grin of the Alt Girl begins to part. Strands of thick saliva bend as a muggy breath of air shoots out from the back of her maw, snapping some of the strands of spittle. At the center of her tongue, a chrome ball rests nestled in the appendage. Mouth agape, the Alt Girl announces her next words in a breathy emphasized tone, keeping her mouth agape through the process. (text-colour:blue)["I find that shitty people like you actually have quite the sweet taste! And at such a small bite size, I could get all that taste in just one...single...GULP!"] The back of her throat flexes as she gulps down a growing puddle of spit. Your blood runs cold as you immediately realize that this Alt Girl intends to swallow you whole! Certainly not an uncommon practice amongst the most edgy party goers, but certainly something you would hope to avoid. Her head tilts back, forming a passage directly downwards into the dark pit of her throat. The archway flexes once more as the Alt Girl ushers forth your final goodbye. (text-colour:blue)["See ya later Pipsqueak, maybe next time decide against being such a stuck up jerk!"] Suddenly, the fingers let go of you as you tumble downwards into the sweltering maw... [[Continue|Beth Mouth]]

(link:"Hidden in the Bushes")[(go-to:"Bushes")] - Unaware, Feet, Body Exploration, Breast Play, Butt Crush (Fatal) (link:"Unaware Panty Exploration")[(go-to:"Inspect Panties"] - Unaware, Butt Play, Anal Vore, Unbirth, Gas/Scat (Optional) (link:"Discovered!")[(go-to:"Discovered")] - Anal Vore, Gas/Scat (Optional & Fatal/ Non Fatal), Soft Vore, Digestion (Fatal) [[Agatha Lounge Events]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5385df3d88a54748be37d21e1fdc0394~mv2.png"> --- (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Toy for Agatha's Asshole]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Agatha has you cornered. (text-color:#675b70)[“Hey, what did I just say stupid? Heh, guess you’re just eager to go inside my asshole, eh?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_91f64e386c1e443d9fff11f7ad6abdd9~mv2.png"> --- Her quick reach grabs ahold of you in an instant, snatching you up in her clammy palms with a sticky slap! #SPLAM! The echoing strike causes your ears to ring out and your body to heave as the wind is knocked out of you. (text-color:#675b70)[“Gotcha! Heh.”] Dazed, you try and stumble to your feet, but instead you are lifted by the scruff between Agatha’s thumb and index finger. You dangle and sway through the air as you are carelessly dragged towards the hairy anus of your captor. Soon the bleariness in your vision fades just in time to lock onto the hungry hole that lies before you. (text-color:#675b70)[“That’s my stink hole little bug. And you’re going in it.”] The gothic giantess spreads her hairy pucker wide, revealing a pulsing tunnel, slick with beige fluid. The smell is earthy and tinged with something fouler; you can’t even imagine how much worse it will be on the inside. (text-color:#675b70)[“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum before me. I’m a lady after all.”] Agatha mumbles under her breath. (text-color:#675b70)[“I mean, not like you’ll be able to survive MY orgasm really…”] With that final promise, Agatha plants you roughly against the sticky hole, rubbing you against greasy folds before slipping you deeper into her rectum. [[Continue|Agatha Anus Chase]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Deep Within Agatha's Colon]''// SHLOP, GLORP! You slip liberally into the wide rectum of your captor. The smell is atrocious, with deep rich tones of tilled soil and foul decay. Wet meaty sounds echo out around you as Agatha turns about onto all fours, pale wide ass turned upwards. Immediately you’re sent tumbling about in the musty environment. Above, a vibrating moan echoes out, with a comment from your captor. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Hope you don’t mind some company in there little bug, your kinda small really, not big enough to fully satisfy me.”]] Shlip, Shlip. A tiny fragment of light shines in from the far end of Agatha’s rectum, revealing to you once again the plastic dildo from earlier! #SLORP! The massive plastic cylinder surges forward with reckless abandon. You have no time to react as you’re suddenly pressed beneath the plunging toy, wedged between it and her upper anal canal. #SPLAP! SLIP! Agatha roughly begins to thrust the dildo inwards, twirling the device with an expert hand. The girl is adept at bringing herself pleasure, as the dildo shifts around in a multitude of directions, searching for her G spot. Then, you feel a sudden pressure above you, the thin walls of her upper anal canal seemingly now ridged. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[HAH HAH!]] Breathy muffled pants alongside meaty squishes from above you combine with the organic sounds of the squelching dildo. She’s fingering her own pussy, and the pressure is pushing against you from her vagina above! #(text-style:"rumble")[BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP!] Her rapid heart rate reaches a fever pitch. The inside of the chamber is beginning to clench even tighter as her pleasure reaches higher. Feeling her newfound horniness, Agatha positions the tip of the dildo aimed directly at you. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“You gotta go deeper if ya wanna cum!”]] #WHAM! The cylinder collides into your body, sticky residue lining the tip, adhering you to the dildo with relative ease. You try and turn your head backwards, gazing at your destination. There, a small bend forms in her colon, leading deeper into her large intestine. You’re headed directly for the slimy wall of her inner rectum. #SQLORCH! The tip of the dildo slams hard into the fetid wall, smothering you between the tight folds of her colon. Then to your horror, the dildo begins to vibrate. Agatha’s turned on the vibration function. #(text-style:"shudder")[BZZZ!] The electric vibration is the only thing meticulous enough to remove your sticky body from the dildo’s tip. Eventually you come free, wedged between the grimy slick ridges of her colonic walls. Slowly, the dildo retreats. You try and reach for it, but the fluid is just too sticky, clinging to you like quicksand. Muffled by her own pleasure, the panting words of your gothic goddess vibrate around you. In tandem with her words, the womb flexes against your body. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Time to CUM little bug!”]] #SQUEEZE, SQUEEZE! Each flex is even tighter, the lubrication of the beige fluids leaving you in a slippery wet mess of filth and pleasure. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“CUM FOR ME YOU FUCKER, THEN DROWN IN MY JUICES! HEH!”]] Another series of firm flexes, the anus winking far off in the distance shedding light into the colon in tandem with her body’s pulses. Each flex sends mighty squirts of anal juices across your body. The nasty display combined with the moans of your goddess sends you entirely over the edge. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5432242be1304181930eee7a86bb3ade~mv2.png"> --- Release. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAHAHA! Good little bug! Now it’s MY turn!”]] #CLENCH! A vice-like grip of her rectum plunges down onto you, knocking what sliver of air remains in your lungs. Soon your mouth fills with the bitterness of her gritty juices, drowning you in matter of seconds. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[Ha Ha Ha, yesh YES!]] Laying on her tummy, legs splayed wide, Agatha ruthlessly pumps her dildo into her asshole whilst three fingers gape and prod into her greedy vagina. Then, a meaty fart echoes out from her anus as the dildo goes flying forwards with her orgasm. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[AHHHHHHH!]] Squirt Squirt… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8e6e1964b3fc467abd56757988b96854~mv2.png"> --- A series of white spurts fly out from Agatha’s gaped cunny. She collapses, spent and unphased by your recent passing. Your lifeless body would then later be expelled amongst the sludge like waste of her next bowel movement. (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Worship]''// You are presented face first with Agatha’s pulsating anus. The massive orifice is nearly three times your own height. The pleated edges of the hole, irregular and folded, pulse eagerly for your touch. Periodically the anus gapes open, revealing a yawning red chasm that wafts forth a musky earthy odor. Even at your distance, the heat radiating from her rectum is palpable. A mixture of sweat and perspiration. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_41e8db8767c2464a9ed2d48d46eab21a~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Quit staring you teeny bug and get to work pleasuring mama’s big ol’ butthole would ya?! Heh!”] The sensory experience is both humbling and terrifying. Better please this goddess lest her threat of becoming her waste holds true. (text-colour:magenta)[[[Massage Anus]<c1| [Lick Anus]<c2| [Part Anus]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You tentatively approach the beige hued hole. As if sensing your advance, the divide widens, a pinkish hue radiating out from its center. You plant both palms down upon the surface. Revulsion immediately strikes your being, as a greasy thick film of anal oil coats your hands in an instant. Matted hairs make your efforts difficult, as periodically you must part the hairs to gain better access to Agatha’s asshole. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oho! That feels good lil bug. Keep it up and maybe I won’t stick you up there…that is unless you want me to…”]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You hesitate. The wafting scent of Agatha’s digestive exit, a mixture of earthy tones and something viler, fills your scenes with disgust. Nevertheless, you decide that a quick lick will surely confirm your devotion. Slowly, you extend your tongue and plant it down upon the semi yielding surface. A coarse grittiness alongside a fiercely bitter taste immediately fills your maw. You hack and cough but continue onwards. Still, no response. Seems like your touch is so insignificant that this goddess doesn’t even recognize your efforts.]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Morbid curiosity gets the better of you. Slowly, you pry apart the meaty brown folds to reveal the pinkish red world within. Agatha’s bowels yawn open with less resistance than you’d expect. Warm stagnant air rushes past you in a quick airy gust, the ridged walls of her inner colon flexing with meaty wet squelches. Her cheeks shift on either side of you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh, staring at my tunnel of waste my curious little bug? Why don’t you be a good little future slave and go on inside and clean it some, hm? Do that and I’ll be fully satisfied with your efforts. Promise…Heh.”] Do you trust Agatha enough to [[Enter?|Agatha Rectum Lounge]] ]] You don’t know how much more pleasing Agatha requires before letting you off the hook. --- [[Call out to Agatha|Anal Fight Agatha]] – Let her know your done being her anal plaything.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Tummy Troubles for Agatha]''// #(text-style:"blink")[BAM! Shhhlllip…] You’re suddenly struck hard in the temple against a hard surface, body slowly sliding to a halt. Your form is sticky and stinging. Your vision is cloudy and black but swiftly begins to clear. You stare ahead, a glowing red rune inches away. You’re back on the table, free of Agatha’s roiling stomach. Prone, you stare back. Hair frazzled, eyes drooping, mouth hanging ajar with black spittle dripping down her chin. Agatha is PISSED. A sinister beaming red glare, teeth clenched and strained. Her next words drip with venom. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_aa0f7b5c363545bca875f9c1c2b493dc~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“You BASTARD, you fucking made me PUKE! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME IN THERE!” ] You have no time to answer and instead crawl wearily towards the assured glow of the pulsing crimson rune that calls out to you like a beacon of salvation. [[Enter the Pentagram]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''// You holler up to Agatha, calling out her name. She looks about briefly in confusion before staring down towards the floor squinting before recognition hits her. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_efb5ed4cd3f34ebe810d699919d98b60~mv2.png"> --- (if: $AQuest is 1)[(text-colour:#675b70)[“Heyo little one, you made it to the Lounge!”] She reaches down and motions for you to hop onto her palm. Complying, she gently raises you up to the top of the booth. Up here, you notice a scattering of empty glasses, mostly cocktails, lying about. Additionally, a set of plastic utensils rest adjacent to an empty plate. ] (if: $AQuest is 2)[ (text-colour:#675b70)["Hmm, seems you're back without my drink. Welp, you know where you're going then right?"] Agatha gingerly pats her crotch. ] (if: $AQuest is 1)[ [[Communicate with Agatha]] - Start up a conversation. ] (if: $AQuest is 2)[ [[No Choice but to Comply|Communicate with Agatha]] - Go another round? ] (if: $AQuest is 3)[ (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Present Agatha with her Specialized Drink]]] ] (if: $AQuest is 1)[ [[Climb Down|Booths]] - You can jump down to the cushions below safely. ] (if: $AQuest is 3)[ [[Climb Down|Booths]] - You can jump down to the cushions below safely. ] (if: $MQuest is 5)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Grab a Plastic Fork]]] - Could be a good scraching device for Mistress Monrose.] (if: $AQuest is 4)[ Agatha continues to drink merrily from her special drink. ] [[Return to the Booths Central|Booths]] – You have some other matters to attend to.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Butt Death")] The cheeks slam hard against your body as you stumble forward aimlessly. #(text-style:"shudder")[THLACK!] A wet clap of meaty ass flesh slams into your body on either side, knocking the wind from your lungs. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Haha! Gotcha there, stupid!”] Taunts Agatha as she cackles gleefully. Seems like she’s distracted by her own actions. You have a brief moment of respite. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Butt Damage2]] [[Stimulate Anus|Agatha Butt Safe2]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage2]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Butt Death")] You hold firm, prepared for another strike that seemingly does not come. Above, Agatha finishes her mirthful cackle before regaining focus. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eh, what are you even doing back there?”] Slowly, the giantess turns her head over her shoulder, peering at you huddled between her massive pale cheeks. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Stupid bug. Do something.” ] Suddenly, a chubby finger reaches back and flicks you forward towards her greasy anus. #(text-style:"blink")[THWACK!] The hard nailed digit strikes your back and plasters you firmly against her tacky hole. The slime and strike cause you to wheeze out in pain. You try and peel yourself away from the greedy orifice but your stuck firm! (text-colour:#675b70)[“Haha! You can’t even move!” ] Once more, the cheeks close in swiftly. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Butt Safe4]] [[Enter Anus|Agatha Rectum1]] – You're in a difficult spot. To avoid the crush you could try and enter her depths. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage4]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Butt Death")] You hold firm, prepared for yet another strike. #(text-style:"shudder")[THLACK THLACK!] This time, she squeezes both her cheeks together in tandem, holding them together tight after the second strike. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, better do something more interesting soon bug, I’m getting bored!”] Still stuck firmly against her greasy folds, you wonder how much longer you can outlast her onslaught. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Butt Damage5]] [[Enter Anus|Agatha Rectum1]] – Your in a difficult spot. To avoid the crush you could try and enter her depths. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage5]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Butt Death")] You hold firm and brace, prepared for EVEN MORE strikes. #(text-style:"shudder")[THLACK THLACK THLACK THLACK!] (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, fine. I’ll just get off on my own accord.”] #(text-style:"sway")[SQUEEEZE!] Brutally, the meaty cellulite ridden cheeks of the gothic goddess compress HARD against your greasy nubile body. You’re pressed by a world of hot sticky flesh, her anus mere inches away from your face. Salty sweat begins to pool about in the dark chamber as Agatha’s finger suddenly joins the foyer. The digit rubs you eagerly against her puckered entrance, slimy hairy folds pressing firmly against your skin. You try and hold out as best as you can and hope that eventually she finds release. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Aha, yes YES! You’re nothing but a speck of lint stuck to my butthole you bug! Squirm for your goddess, that’s my shithole you’re stuck too! Hahaha!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8ffa3b93539f4aeda52f21da0bee67a3~mv2.png"> --- A series of merciless taunts barrage you by the captress above. All throughout the torment you merely curl up like the piece of filth that you truly are. Eventually, the cheeks remain closed, and you pray that she’s done with you… #(text-style:"buoy")[PSHHHHH!!!] A forceful gale of fetid wind dilates Agatha’s sloppy anus with a resounding fart, propelling you meters back onto the hard wooden table. #Plrp…Plp… Two more airy burst bid you farewell as Agatha cums alongside a release of pent-up gas. The sphincter gapes upon, red and spent, for a moment before closing up for good. The gothic giantess slaps both her cheeks, leaving red handprints behind on the cool dimpled skin. She turns back to look at you with greedy eyes. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, that was good little bug. Now, how about a lil snack hm? I get super ravenous after a good shlicking sesh. Cmere! NYAAA!”] The ferocious giantess turns in her seat, bloodshot red eyes surging towards you, mouth agape with tongue lulling outwards. --- [[RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Agatha Pre Vore 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Defeated by Agatha's Ass]''// #(text-style:"blink")[SHPLAP!] That strike hit you HARD. You open your eyes. One side of your vision is just black. Stars flit about within your periphery. You bring a shacking hand up to your wet face. Blood is oozing from your nose and ears. That’s not good. You need to get a grip on- #(text-style:"rumble")[SHBLAM!] It’s blurry now, and red. So many stars. You’re not really breathing anymore but you feel at peace. Too many strikes to your body and head must have really done a number on you. Through gritted teeth you try and gasp for one last breath, one last moment of existence on this- #(text-style:"rumble")[BOOM!] All that remains of you is a tiny red stain beneath Agatah’s titanic pale ass. (text-color:#675b70)[“Eh? Stopped moving?”] Agatha peers down between her cheeks. (text-color:#675b70)[“OH GROSS! I squished em…”] Defeated by Agatha's mighty ass, nothing of your existence remains in this dark grim world of yours. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed23d3e5eb404f1598e45e79cbc65547~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''// Before Agatha can react with another slam, you take matters into your own hands. You dive headlong towards the gaping anus and strike it with a series of stimulating slaps. #(text-colour:#675b70)[EEEP!] (text-colour:#675b70)[“H-Hey! I wasn’t ready to do my slam yet, you pervert! Stop that or…ohhh…Mmm that feels good…”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9260ec8318ed4e42978397654d826912~mv2.png"> --- Seems like she’s responding well to your actions. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Stimulate|Agatha Butt Safe3]] [[Escape|Agatha Escape]] – While she’s distracted you can try and run back to the table’s center. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage2]]] (live: 3.5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''// Determined to please this goth goddess to the best of your abilities, you continue to work your hands and arms deeper and more firmly into Agatha’s fetid depths. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh, OH GOSH! Holy that’s deep!”] The slick walls clamp down firmly upon your arms, but you continue to stroke and rub. The greasiness of the environment begins to moisten with her sweat and desire. A sour sweet smell radiates from below, no doubt Agatha’s vaginal secretions adding to the miasma of scents. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Just a little…bit more bug! AH!”] #(text-style:"shudder")[SHLICK SHLICK] In and out you plunge your arms and as a last-ditch effort you surge your whole upper half deep within her pulsing depths. The widened sphincter eagerly accepts your form. #(text-style:"sway")[GLORP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b7ecc3341dea409bb5ac23d1c0ccf651~mv2.png"> --- You slip past the anal exterior and rub about the interior walls of her rectum, coating yourself in Agatha’s slick brown anal mucosa. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAAAAAA!”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8ffa3b93539f4aeda52f21da0bee67a3~mv2.png"> --- The sphincter clamps down HARD upon your torso. For a moment you fear you’ll suffocate in these sweltering depths. Then, an ominous gurgrle, wet and squelchy resounds from higher above. (text-style:"blur","sway")[Glllrrmmmm….] #(text-style:"buoy")[PSHHHHH!!!] A forceful gale of fetid wind dilates Agatha’s sloppy anus with a resounding fart, propelling you meters back onto the hard wooden table. #Plrp…Plp… Two more airy bursts bid you farewell as Agatha cums alongside a release of pent-up gas. The sphincter gapes upon, red and spent, for a moment before closing up for good. The gothic giantess slaps both her cheeks, leaving red handprints behind on the cool dimpled skin. She turns back to look at you with greedy eyes. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, that was good little bug. Now, how about a lil snack hm? I get super ravenous after a good shlicking sesh. Cmere! NYAAA!”] The ferocious giantess turns in her seat, bloodshot red eyes surging towards you, mouth agape with her tongue lulling outwards. --- [[RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Agatha Pre Vore 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''// You hold firm and brace, prepared for yet another strike. #(text-style:"shudder")[THLACK THLACK!] This time, she squeezes both her cheeks together in tandem, holding them together tight after the second strike. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, better do something more interesting soon bug, I’m getting bored!”] Still stuck firmly against her greasy folds, you wonder how much longer you can outlast her onslaught. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Butt Damage5]] [[Enter Anus|Agatha Rectum1]] – Your in a difficult spot. To avoid the crush you could try and enter her depths. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage5]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''// The cheeks slam hard against your body, but you’re prepared. Curling up in a defensive ball, you brace for the impact. #(text-style:"shudder")[THLACK!] A wet clap of meaty ass flesh slams into your body on either side, but you manage to hold off the heavy impact. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Haha! Gotcha there stupid!”] Taunts Agatha as she cackles gleefully. Seems like she’s distracted by her own actions. You have a brief moment of respite. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Butt Damage2]] [[Stimulate Anus|Agatha Butt Safe2]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage2]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Disposed]''// Another passing of gas. You and many others would be grateful for the hastening of Agatha’s next bowel movement, as a glimmer of light shines into the dark muggy chamber. That would be if you hadn’t asphyxiated hours ago. The grisly fates of all the others are a mystery. The commonality between you all though being the death at the hands of the goth giantess’s digestive system. #GRmmm… #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Urr…gotta…mmm…”]] A tired slow voice booms from far away, barely audible muffled by layers of flesh. #(text-style:"rumble")[THUM! Tmp tmp tmp tmp.] She’s awake, and walking. A brief stream of light illuminates the heavy mass that you and others find yourself in. Then, the light remains as Agatha’s anus remains parted. The red hued sphincter blossoms apart like a blooming flower, releasing you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9e81dc81ae944712b08ab7174f9c01a0~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#675b70)["Haaa…"] Agatha sighs in relief, her anus winking closed. You freefall down into the cold water. There the mass floats, gazing up at the pulsing anus that just expelled it. Agatha’s dirty asshole. #PHRARP! Her asshole closes and parts with a rush of fetid gas. The final goodbye to your remains. #(text-colour:#675b70)[“Ugh…gross.”] Scratching her hairy pubic mound with one hand, Agatha parts her labia with the other to let forth a yellow stream. Sighing, she leans back rudely into the toilet seat as her urethra sputters out a deluge of piss. Peering over her pudgy stomach, she gazes down curiously into the bowl, admiring the masterful work of her powerful body. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, you stupid little fucks. I can’t even remember who or how many of you I even ate last night. Heh, I was pretty blackout by the end there. Eh, whatever, you all probably had it coming anyways.” ] The unamused gothic giantess wipes her asshole once, some of your remains still stock to her anal hair as she stands and pulls up her lacey black thong snugly. She slaps her bare pudgy ass. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, but I’m betting at least half of you WANTED me to eat you.”] With a confident smirk, Agatha twirls out of the bathroom and slaps her heavy rear. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed23d3e5eb404f1598e45e79cbc65547~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Time to go fuck with some other minimized idiots. Heh.”] There Agatha would saunter back into the revelry of Mistress Meadows’s Gala, eager to prove her self-worth by dominating those quite literally, much much smaller than her. And in the rare chance, fulfilling the lifelong dreams of a lucky few. --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Bowels]''// #SNRK…! SNRK…! (text-color:#675b70)[“…eh heh…stupid…bug…”] As you rush through the ridged tunnel of Agatha’s large intestine, you angrily slam a fist against the undulating walls. Against all odds, you’ve survived the onslaught of her digestive system, and slowly as the tunnel begins to tapper off into a more triangular shape, you notice a small angular bend up ahead. The beginning of her colon! Unfortunately, your gleeful smile soon fades as you notice the horrendous sight before you. There, despite your previous hopes, is a wall of slimy anal ichor. Agatha’s waste. All in all, the trip in her large intestine has been clean up and to this point. Thankfully there is no visible debris other than the slickness of the slime ahead. You stand at the corner of the bend leading to her descending colon. Your eyes scan the mass of semi-opaque slime, focused and eager to find a way around the fluid. Speckled throughout are traces of undigested food matter. You spot a stray kernel of corn, still undigested, not unlike yourself. Eventually, you spot further objects down the colon that makes your stomach turn, and not just from the smell. Specks of white can be seen periodically dotting the end of Agatha’s colon. Bones. You swallow dryly. Seems like other minimized students were not so fortunate. Reduced to nothing but fuel for the gothic giantess. All that remains of their existence, skulls with open mouths, screaming perpetually a song of agony until unceremoniously being expelled out of the asshole beneath them. You let mania grasp your psyche once again. You shake your head and laugh, bringing up your palm to cover your face. Those beneath you, quite literally as you stand above their remains, they are the food; they are Agatha’s waste. But you, you have survived. Eyes wide, pupils dilated you begin to descend into the mess of ichor. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_33dccc988646423a8282c94a4294ef99~mv2.png"> --- Uncaring of the odor, unphased by the stickiness that clings to your skin, you tunnel through the depths of hell. Body coated in muck you stare triumphantly at the knotted skin beneath you. There lies Agatha’s anal sphincter. With a grunt, you pry apart the slimy orifice and plunge your head into the hole. [[Continue|Meadows Encounter Clean]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Bowels]''// #SNRK…! SNRK…! (text-color:#675b70)[“…eh heh…stupid…bug…”] As you rush through the ridged tunnel of Agatha’s large intestine, you angrily slam a fist against the undulating walls. Against all odds, you’ve survived the onslaught of her digestive system, and slowly as the tunnel begins to tapper off into a more triangular shape, you notice a small angular bend up ahead. The beginning of her colon! Unfortunately, your gleeful smile soon fades as you notice the horrendous sight before you. There, despite your previous hopes, is a mountain packed tight with brown shit. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9c93989cc48d4df097f0da5c70d1b5a5~mv2.png"> --- Agatha’s waste. All in all, the trip in her large intestine has been clean up and to this point. However, it seems like yesterday’s dinner is also trying to escape the giantess’s body. You stand at the corner of the bend leading to her descending colon. Your eyes scan the mass of crap, focused and eager to find a way around the mass. Speckled throughout Agatha’s poop are traces of undigested food matter. You spot a stray kernel of corn, still undigested, not unlike yourself. Eventually, you spot further objects down the bowel movement that makes your stomach turn, and not just from the fetid smell. Specks of white can be seen periodically dotting the furthest turd nearest to the end of Agatha’s colon. Bones. You swallow dryly. Seems like other minimized students were not so fortunate. Reduced to nothing but fuel for the gothic giantess. All that remains of their existence, skulls with open mouths, screaming perpetually a song of agony until unceremoniously being shitted out of the asshole beneath them. You let mania grasp your psyche once again. You shake your head and laugh once, bringing up your palm to cover your face. Those beneath you, quite literally as you stand above their masticated remains, they are the food; they are Agatha’s waste. But you, you have survived. Eyes wide, pupils dilated you begin to descend into the mass of brown shit. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0fbd6345b3ee4b68b49e858ccefd75cf~mv2.png"> --- Uncaring of the odor of rot, unphased by the stickiness that clings to your skin, you tunnel through the depths of hell. Body coated in muck you stare triumphantly at the knotted skin beneath you. There lies Agatha’s anal sphincter. With a grunt, you pry apart the slimy orifice and plunge your head into the hole. [[Continue|Meadows Encounter]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Bowels]''// Deep within the winding bowels of the massive gothic giantess, you find yourself trudging along with what little energy you have left to spare. It’s been a tumultuous journey up until this point, but thankfully the environment here within Agatha’s large intestine is relatively safe compared to the onslaught of her stomach and intestines. This organ’s purpose is merely to draw forth moisture and amalgamate any and all matter into a singular mass. The first obstacle before you is a wall of flesh that suddenly turns vertical. That’s right, you’ll need to climb up what are essentially miles of fleshy outcroppings. You drop to your knees in exacerbation. The sheer enormity that this woman’s body presents near impossible challenges for you to face, one after another. You begin to laugh out loud, manic cackles drowned out by the omnipresent gurgles. GLORP…glrrrm… Clenching your fists, you slam them hard against the pleated walls, gritting your teeth. You swear to yourself and all others, if you make it out of this mess alive you shall let nothing else stand between you and conquering the entirety of the organization that is Fantasia University. You’ve come too far, dealt with too much literal shit to be treated like a simple bug for any long- #(text-style:"rumble")[RRRMMMMBBBLLLEEE!] #(text-style:"shudder")[BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!] #THWUMPH! (text-color:#675b70)[“Haa, nice and comfy, heh…” ] Your internal monologue of revenge is rudely interrupted as the giantess, that hours ago, treated you as a snack, reclines into a lying position. You slam unceremoniously against the fleshy beige walls before rising to a newly oriented environment. It’s flat. The walls of her large intestine are now horizontal! Your eyes spark with fervor as your lips curl into a sinister beaming grin. Your escape from this fetid place is now all but assured. You race forward along the sticky slime coated floor, periodically slipping, towards freedom. [[Continue|Agatha Colon Escape]] Or (text-colour:#745e49)[[[Continue|Agatha Colon Escape Dirty]]] (Warning Scat)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Processed by Agatha's Body]''// Later. Snoozing peacefully on Monrose’s couch, an awkwardly lying Agatha, dead asleep digesting a little snack, scratches her pudgy belly gently. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e14a386261be46c8a53eeeed10ffcd2d~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“Snnnrk…haa…mmhm…”]] Her cute mumbles of sleep are but one of the quieter sounds her body has been making this evening. #(text-style:"rumble")[Glrgl…] Beneath the layer of warm stomach fat lies the organ responsible for the erratic abdominal grumbles. Agatha’s intestines. Deep within her groaning digestive system at the mid-way point, Agatha’s duodenum sputters forth a caustic mixture of digestive enzymes upon a flowing congealed mass of frothy murky fluid. Amongst the liquid is your floating mangled body. Not much is recognizable at this point, given the mechanical and chemical digestion that your form just went through. Regardless, Agatha’s small intestine does not discriminate between what IT perceives to be food, recognizable or not. (text-style:"sway")[Cshhh! ] Vaporous fumes bubble up from the blob of chyme as the mighty giantess’s body quickly breaks you down even further. --- As hours carry onwards, the congealed mass that contains your body is vastly reduced in scale as it passes by the sea of villi within Agatha’s centermost tract. These greedy appendages sap away the energy and nutrients from what’s left of you. The tiny fraction of energy that you provide will nourish and sustain her form, but overall, a mere fraction of the caloric needs Agatha would require in a given day. By the end of her small intestine, what remains of you, passing by her ileum into the large intestine, is but a tiny nugget of digested sopping waste, too insignificant to give sustenance to Agatha’s form and by this point ready to be expelled. HSSHHH Glrsh…Fwish- The much wider darker hued tunnel you now find yourself in undulates as stray gases sputter past. The air that lingers in this place, a byproduct of swallowed gases and chemical reactions, swishes by in windy bursts. By this point, the moisture that remained in your tiny presence in this place has all but been absorbed into Agatha’s large intestine. Peristaltic waves slowly convey you further along the corrugated tubes, hastened by the rot-tinged guiding winds. #PHRARP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_462573f51ba442b6829b8d648dd7fdd6~mv2.png"> --- Far off in the distance, Agatha’s body expels that very pent-up gas. A bleak reminder of where you are destined to vacate this woman’s body. [[Continue|Agatha Clean End]] Or (text-colour:#4d300f)[[[Continue|Agatha Scat End]]] - Warning Scat

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Drowned Inside the Goth Godess's Vagina]''// Eventually, the rising tide of Agatha’s absentminded vaginal secretions poses too much for you to handle. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SPLORT SPLORT Shllurck…] All around you, the lurid noises of the giantess’s pleasure lull you into a disillusioned state. Combined with the lack of oxygen, your last thoughts are of the heaving plump form of Agatha’s porcelain thighs and red-hot snatch bouncing up and down against the dildo. #(text-style:"shudder")[(text-color:#675b70)[HA HA AAHHHHHHHH!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cd3645748dce4320967423ee201e26b2~mv2.png"> --- A final scream ushers out your end as her body convulses in orgasmic bliss, vaginal walls squeezing impossibly tight around your claustrophobic chamber. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Game]''// With the battery in tow, you hand it off to Agatha proudly. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Sweet, you found one, alright!”] Wasting no time, the Goth Girl grasps the dildo and unfastens the base. Placing the battery inside, she fastens the device and gives it a quick turn. #(text-style:"shudder")[BZZ BZZ!] (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ohhh man this is gonna be hot!”] Agatha can’t quite stifle her excitement. As a matter of fact, you haven’t seen her this overjoyed since she drank that mountain of beverages earlier in the Lounge. You have little time to reminisce as it seems Agatha is ready to play her game with you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Cmere you!”]Her clammy left hand reaches for you, the hollow dildo affixed in her right. She holds you up to her face, black curly bangs and tangled hairs darting off in all directions. Her gleaming smile spreads her thin lips, no doubt overjoyed by the events that will transpire. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_33a2533fc05c4461b7c1cb62eb7f8cb1~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Kay listen up little tiny. I’m gonna put you in this here dildo. It’s got holes so you don’t need to worry about drowning.”]Agatha mutters off to the side. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Unless I squirt too much…”]She shrugs. [“Anyway, don’t worry about that! You’ll be fine, trust me.”]She waggles her eyebrows at you. [“Plus, no doubt it’s gonna be hot for you too.”]The chubby girl proceeds to rise from her seat. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Girls, it’s time for a lil show for our here guest of honor!”] Prepping herself for the inevitable, Agatha demands from you one last thing. (text-colour:#675b70)[“The goal of this game is simple, survive in there long enough until I cum!”] With her final statements, Agatha opens the end of the hollow clear dildo and unceremoniously shoves you inside, before sealing you in. [[Continue|Agatha Game Start]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Next Day]''// “Ooof, last night was wild…” Agatha clutches her temples wearily, eyelids darkened and eyes bloodshot from a night of heavy drinking. “Ughhh, gotta shit too real bad…” Groggily, the thick Creepy Girl finds her way towards a restroom. The egg-white doorway towards the girl’s locker room opens. Lavish scents fill the air, a subtle fog of steam dampens the atmosphere while the splashing sounds of water trickling give the space an essence of tranquility. But tranquility is the last thing that Agatha is going to give to this world in her next couple of moments. The girl trudges forward, finding an empty stall. She is still wearing the same clothes from the day prior, if not even more disheveled, stains of alcohol and food marking her shirt. Carelessly, Agatha pulls down her skirt revealing her pale white ass to the world, marked with a flush of red and goosebumps. She peels away her sweaty panties and plops her heavy bottom onto the porcelain throne. Drearily, the girl plants her chin into her palms, letting nature take its course. Agatha’s pube ridden vagina flexes as her urethra sprays out a heavy stream of yellow fluid. “Ohhh yaaa.” Moans the girl in satisfaction. Soon after further back, Agatha’s slick pink anus flexes and opens briefly, a heavy fetid fart echoing into the bowl. FRAAAP! “Oh man, its gonna be a big one!” The bubblegum pink anus stretches impossibly wide, small specks of pubic hair pulled to the widest perimeter of her asshole. Slick red flesh inside the hole lets loose stray gas before a dark log of shit rounds the bend of her inner colon and sloughs out into the toilet with a smack. Piles of dark crap fill the bottom of the bowl, and speckled throughout the mass are a generous portion of white bones. Somewhere in the mass is your remnants, yet it’s indistinguishable from the rest of the tinies Agatha must have consumed during the previous evening’s events. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_704502dca40b49a2a8caf5fb0f51c226~mv2.png"> --- Wiping once, the girl flushes, pulling up her panties lazily. FLSHHHHH! “Mmmk, time to see what Mistress Monrose wants to do today!” --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Melissa]''//(set: $AQuest to 3) Sweet ok, I’ll just need to ask you a couple of questions so we can really make this drink special! Also, the DNA please, and no I don’t care how or where you got it from, keep that to yourself please. You hand over the small vial filled with Agatha’s fluids to Melissa. She recoils a bit when handling the vial, “Ehh, still warm…and it smells like…I don’t want to say.” Melissa shakes her head. Anyways then Hun, here’s what I need to know. What kind of alcohol do you think Agatha would prefer? You explain to Melissa that Agatha was partial to cocktails, as you noticed earlier. A cocktail it is, got it. Melissa begins to float about now with her jetpack, back turned to you she begins to gloss over the vending machine display for a specific make of cocktail to mix. "Aha, here we go, this should do!" Melissa pulls out a wide tall bottle of shimmering pink liquid. “Ok, now tell me a bit about your experience with Agatha so far and I can truly make this drink personalized.” After a brief conversation, you describe Agatha’s preferences to the best of your ability. She is an eccentric woman, so something that is unique and odd would be a must. Agatha is also fairly drunk already, so something that wouldn’t make her sick from more drinking is a must. “All seems good to me!” A couple of minutes then pass by as Melissa goes to work. Pouring out the brew into a uniquely curvy glace in the shape of a fish bowl, she pours in the DNA, a white powder and lastly adorns the drink with dry ice and candy gummy worms. “There, don’t worry about that powdery stuff, its electrolytes! Should keep her from getting too dehydrated. And the candy gummy worms should most likely excite her! You thank Melissa profusely as the drink is ferried over to Agatha by the bar’s intricate mechanisms. --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''//(set: $AgathaHungry to 2) You’re not chancing the odds inside Agatha’s sweltering bowels. While she’s distracted, you rush away from her fetid hole back to the relative safety of the table’s center. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eh? What the fuck?!”] The wind passes by your face as you rush towards the center. You hear Agatha’s cackle from behind. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Haha! You stupid little shit! Trying to escape with nowhere to run?! You know all of us girls have you locked on the table here eh?”] The gothic giantess merely folds her arms under her medium breasts. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You haven’t quite pleased me yet twerp and now you’re on my BAD side. I promise if you approach me again, I’m gonna slurp you up in an instant." ] Agatha then sucks on her index finger, closing her eyes in pleasure. She releases the digit with a wet smack. #SLIP! #GLP! (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, just like that!” ] You may have fucked up here. If you return to Agatha, she’s surely going to swallow you down with little to no remorse. Best return to her when you are at full strength. [[Continue|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''// You dodge to the west, back in the direction of Agatha’s prone form. She rises back up to her crawling position, ready to snatch you once more. Immediately, Agatha begins crawling towards you with reckless abandon from the East. Her plump pale belly hangs low, her jiggling bare breasts swaying from side to side as she rushes forward. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Cmere you tiny little snack. Ahhhm!”] Her tongue drips with clear saliva, hungry for a potential meal. Staring down at your form, Agatha's left hand reaches out for you, but this time faster! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f2a723ff6c1f485f85c89b86fbb7d378~mv2.png"> --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Dodge East|Agatha OV]] [[Dodge West]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha OV]]] (live: 1.5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Orgasm]''// {(set: $MonroseA to it + 3)} (set: $AgathaFavor to true) #(text-style:"fidget")[CLINK!] The cap is swiftly pushed past and out of Agatha’s vaginal opening. You slip down as well, following in tow. Briefly you are slickened by the smooth velvety walls of her inner vaginal canal. Its impossibly smooth and the smell is ten times more oppressive now that you are free of the confines of the dildo. Still, you slip further downwards due to gravity. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Splat! ] You land adjacent to the base of the dildo, Agatha still pumping above. #(text-style:"shudder")[(text-color:#675b70)[HA HA AAHHHHHHHH!]] Her body begins to shake erratically, now fully pressed down against the dildo, her clit is face to face with you. The erogenous nub pulses with her throws of orgasm before she raises up again. The dildo comes completely free along with a stream of creamy white fluid. #SPLLISH! SPSH SPshhh. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cd3645748dce4320967423ee201e26b2~mv2.png"> --- Streams of Agatha’s girl cum shower over you, rich in her scent and flavor. Her tiny dark butthole, squished and firmly tucked behind her lingerie flexes and pulses as her orgasm subsides. #(text-style:"rumble")[THM!] The spent woman slumps down onto the stool, her fragrant bare pussy before you. Scraggly hairs, matted with her fluids, quickly begin to dry into a white crusty substance. Idly, Agatha’s fingers reach around the dildo and snatch you up. She pulls you upwards towards her face, her hands damp and slickened with her nectars. Lazily, her eyes are half lidded in her post orgasmic bliss. She lulls out her tongue, muggy stale air berating you before dragging the appendage against your nubile form. (text-color:#675b70)[MLLLEEEEM! “Mmm. Tasty.”] Casually, Agatha places you back on the center table before regarding you idly. (text-color:#675b70)[“Haa…Haa…damn tiny, that was FUCKING hot…”] She says spent. (text-color:#675b70)[“The knowledge that YOU were inside of me, stuck in there, probably drowning in my juices was insane. If you ever want to fuck around again, I’m totally down.”] A sly grin spreads across the Goth Girl’s lips, she winks at you before blowing a kiss. Her smell is all over you. You don’t know if you’ll ever get it off, but some part of you doesn’t mind. (text-color:#675b70)[“GG little tiny, you win that round.”] [[Continue|Monrose Gallery]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Game]''// #(text-style:"shudder")[THM THM, SCREE!] Agatha walks behind her seat, a simple stool, pulling it away from the table. Then, she places you, now inside the hollow dildo, onto the center of said stool. (text-colour:#675b70)[“I’ve been waiting for this alllll evening!”] The Gothic giantess, miles wide and tall, pulls away her dress from her body entirely, revealing her lacey black undergarments beneath. (text-colour:#675b70)[“There, Monrose you said it’s a party, right? This is a bit more freeing after all!”] She discards the black dress off to the side before beginning a sultry lap dance. Agatha’s porcelain white skin shimmers in the light of the gallery, smooth and dappled with tiny birth marks, some loose hairs and freckles. Her curves fit her body nicely though. The Goth Girl’s build is natural, albeit slightly unkempt here and there. She cups her medium sized breasts in each hand, wobbling them together, parting them so that they jiggle against one another with her swaying motions. Loosening her bra from behind, the breasts come free, flopping down onto her upper abdomen. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3b04d18e8b4a465fb34bf47edb787fd7~mv2.png"> --- Agatha has large, inverted nipples with wide areolas. Her hands then trace past her boobs down towards her tender belly. She accentuates the curve of her stomach, pulling at the bottom and smoothing her hands against the surface. Agatha wears her size well, not shying away from the allure that her form holds. This confidence continues, no doubt enhanced by the alcohol she has consumed thus far. Consumed. In there, that massive chamber of her stomach, is a sea of fluid. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_36ff7f59b77b4fb4825d89ec3cf71cd7~mv2.png"> --- You thank your lucky stars that her game is not food focused, unlike Gilly’s. You’re suddenly snapped back to reality as Agatha’s thumbs hook into her lacey black panties. She shimmies them up and down, unwilling to let the garment fall away fully just yet. Then, the giantess repositions, taking two steps to swivel around so that her backside is facing you. Her pale ass is huge. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_77372b5fa90a4c2c9b209193ed086859~mv2.png"> --- Not flabby or perky, but impressively wide. Ridges of cellulite and her pudgy curves accentuate her underbutt, the lacey lingerie wedged deep between her crack. Peering back with a grin, the Goth Girl reaches back with both hands, leans forward, and spreads her cheeks fast and hard. There, spaced between her mighty buns, the band of her underwear barely conceals the dark rich rim of her asshole. Sprouts of pubic hair dot the perimeter of the winking anus. This close, you can smell her ass. The aroma is pungent and strong. She’s been sitting, drinking, burping, probably even farting all night while in the Lounge. Her asshole is definitely not clean right now and you can smell it. But it’s mixed in with the scent of HER desire, her sweat, her pheromones. For you, the smell is intoxicating. Farther below, the swell of her tender pale pussy lips squeeze against the underwear. A tuft of black hairs lines her lips, curling about and glistening with a mixture of greasy sweat and vaginal discharge. A sour smell permeates your nose as Agatha’s fingers pull apart her meaty glutes further. Her index finger hooks into the inner band of her underwear, revealing a sopping wet tunnel. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6d65fb28982c43c98a8da275f1fe5259~mv2.png"> --- Her vagina, slick, red and pulsing hungrily drips a small ooze of vaginal fluid down onto the stool, just in front of the dildo. You’re going in there. In that very hole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cfad780b6ea941e0b8db8ef9907bb5e8~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Gosh, this is turning me on so much, I can’t take it anymore, you need to be INSIDE of ME! NOW!”]With this command, Agatha shuffles back towards you, her pussy now the ceiling of your world. The dripping snatch, hairy and unforgiving, looms above flexing with slick squelching sounds. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Get ready bug, for the ride of your life!”] With that, Agatha drops down hard onto the stool. [[Continue|Agatha Vagina Game]]

(set: $FreshLobby to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''// You stay put inside the Creepy Girl’s belly. From experience, you know all too well that going further down into a girl’s guts only leads to a swift end. No way to survive that ordeal unless you had some sort of special tech or if the girl swallowed a digestive form of medication. You’ve heard of it somewhat before, but never encountered it in practice. Regardless, you’re not banking on the fact that this girl swallowed a pill to keep you alive through her rampaging lower guts. Still clinging onto the stomach walls, you close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing to conserve what oxygen you have. You try and think of your goals here at Fantasia, your program, and persisting through any odds set against you. Over time, the world becomes bleary, your consciousness fades in and out, and eventually you let go of your perch along the stomach walls. Slowly, you drift in the sticky rainbow sea of the Creepy Girl’s belly, hoping for a slim chance of escape… --- Lavendar…a purple flower. The scent is delicate and calming. Smooth linens, the feeling is fresh and soft. Warmth, the air is damp but not overtly humid. Slowly you open your eyes. The cascading sounds of water streaming about off in the distance. A subtle fogginess fills your room, no doubt from the steam perpetuating your environment. This is no stomach, no you are in a locker room of sorts upon a countertop. Beneath you, a small cloth is laid out and off to the side a sprig of lavender rests along with a note. Standing up wearily, you inspect yourself and realize you are still clothed and clean. You figure you’re in Meadows Mansion, but where exactly is unknown. You’ll need to get your bearings and make your way to a central location. Your role in the weekend’s gala is still unknown. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3ac9619339854473acc46b4140937ce0~mv2.png"> --- From here you notice a towel off to the side, you could [[climb down|Woman's Changeroom]] it to make your way to the tiled floor. Off to the side is the [[note]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Guts]''//(set: $breath to $breath - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] (if:$breath <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] You decide against breathing in the vapors of the nearest pocket and instead surge deeper into the gothic giantess’s winding intestines. Hours seem to pass by with little to no change in your environment. You’ve followed the same technique you’ve been using thus far to survive this woman's intestines, but your body is getting sore and your lungs are at the brink of bursting. A living being was never meant to survive in the digestive organs of a larger predator like Agatha. Still, you cling on to the willingness to survive. Up ahead you notice a tiny sphincter that winks open periodically. Finally, a way free of the maze of this woman’s guts. As you approach, it suddenly closes in front of you. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Attack|Agatha Damage&Hold3]] – Assault the sphincter. [[Hold Breath|Agatha Hold3]] – Wait for it to open. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Hold3]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress value="' + (text: $breath) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:blue)[Breath:](text-colour:blue)[(text:$breath)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Guts]''//(set: $breath to $breath - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] (if:$breath <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] You continue to hold onto your breath for as long as possible, patiently waiting for the sphincter to open. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f9e679f76e1042c585022da4abd8ea45~mv2.png"> --- In time, the valve continues to open further. You see fluid pouring out on the other end. You could fit. You can make it. Is now the time to enter or should you wait even longer? (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Enter|Agatha Large Intestine]] – Enter the sphincter. [[Hold Breath|Agatha Hold4]] – Wait for it to open. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Hold4]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress value="' + (text: $breath) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:blue)[Breath:](text-colour:blue)[(text:$breath)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// You stand before Agatha. A sly grin creeps up the sides of the pale skinned goth girl’s thin lips as you approach. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, so you want to have a little bit of fun with me, eh?” From up above, her round face gleams down at you with a knowing look. “Couldn’t resist the tease from earlier. You Minimized students are all the same I guess.”] She shrugs teasingly. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Either way, I found this brand-new cool ass dildo here that Mistress Monrose gifted to me. It’s made custom especially for the occupancy of a Minimized student.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_adafe747fc314efaa90263ff8618bcf9~mv2.png"> --- [[Ask Agatha if she’s hiding Laura]] – Couldn’t hurt to just ask. She’s still a bit tipsy though… [[Ask Agatha to show you her behind]] – You already had some fun earlier, how about seconds? [[Approach Agatha’s Midsection]] – Her belly, covered by a layer of thin black cloth, rests against the edge of the table. (if: $CouchE is 1) [ [[Approach the Hollow Dildo]] - Get a closer look.] (if: $CouchE is 3) [ [[Approach the Hollow Dildo|Agatha Dildo Game]] ] [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery]] *An idle Agatha lets off her cute side. (spare media)* --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_427feabe5055471b96d8dedd83df1ef9~mv2.png"> --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1ae3d6bf51bd479a9a051ebd32a6302e~mv2.png"> ---

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// You stand before Agatha. A sly grin creeps up the sides of the pale skinned goth girl’s thin lips as you approach. #(text-style:'rumble')[BAM!] Her clammy hand slaps down just inches away from your body, sending you careening onto your rear. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eager to die so soon little twerp, hmm?”] The sinister smug grin of Agatha beams down upon you. Her eyes are alight with a subtle red tinge, her glasses seemingly lost once more. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t just slap you into oblivion here and now. Afterall, I’m pretty sure it was either you or another tiny who spiked my drink from earlier.”] The gothic giantess’s arms encircle you, blocking off any form of exit. Better answer her carefully here. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c2bd1a94cfce4a22994531bd252d16d6~mv2.png"> --- [[Answer Truthfully]] – Best to tell the truth in scenarios like this. [(if: $guile is >=1) [[Deceive]] – Try and lie. Maybe she’ll fall for it? (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)] (if: $guile is <1)[You're out of guile! Your nerves are preventing you from reacting calmly.]] [(if: $guile is >=1) [[Divert]] – Try and change the subject and compliment her looks. You surmise Agatha is a self-conscious person. Play into it. (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)](if: $guile is <1)[You're out of guile! Your nerves are preventing you from reacting calmly.]] --- (print: '<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Toy for Agatha's Pussy]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Agatha has you cornered. (text-color:#675b70)[“Huh? Headed right for my pussy, eh? Well, be my guest!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_91f64e386c1e443d9fff11f7ad6abdd9~mv2.png"> --- The gothic giantess spreads her hairy pussy lips wide, revealing a pulsing tunnel, slick with white discharge. The smell is acrid and sour, and you can’t even imagine how much worse it will be on the inside. With a forceful guiding hand from behind you, the giantess ushers you towards her love canal, lifting you from your feet as you are pushed forward. (text-color:#675b70)[“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum before me. I’m a lady after all.”] Agatha mumbles under her breath. (text-color:#675b70)[“I mean, not like you’ll be able to survive MY orgasm really…”] With that final promise, Agatha plants you roughly against the sweltering lips, rubbing you against her tiny clit before slipping you deeper into her folds. [[Continue|Agatha Vag Chase]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Defeated by Agatha's Guts]''// Grlrgl. Splorch! The flowing river of digesting chyme is both suffocating and burning you from the inside out. There was never a chance that you could make it through Agatha’s labyrinthian guts in one piece. You struggle and try and find a pocket of breathable air but come upon more villi. It’s futile. This gothic giantess’s body is intent on absorbing your every fiber. You begin to panic, thrashing violently against the fleshy tubing that confines you on every side. Eventually, your body goes limp. Slowly, the efficient digestive enzymes of Agatha’s duodenum and small intestine process you into a more manageable and less distinguishable mass for absorption. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed23d3e5eb404f1598e45e79cbc65547~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Guts]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] (if:$breath <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] You surface briefly in the narrow pocket of bubbles and thankfully catch your breath in what is semi-oxygenated air. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_37335f12e416439091ea440cf5531fa7~mv2.png"> --- Soon, the pocket begins to fill with your own carbonic exhalations. You plunge your head back down into the rushing river, hoping dearly that the meander tunnels of Agatha’s intestines come to an end soon… Ahead, another similar pocket of “air” lingers. This opening is wider than the last but tinged with green lingering vapors. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Breath|Agatha Intestine Breath2]] [[Hold Breath|Agatha Hold2]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Hold2]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress value="' + (text: $breath) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:blue)[Breath:](text-colour:blue)[(text:$breath)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Guts]''//(set: $breath to $breath - 1) (set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] (if:$breath <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] You need something to breathe so you decide on filling your lungs with anything it can get a gasp of. Big mistake. You surface into the cloudy green pocket of vapor and your lungs are ferociously filled with caustic fumes. You cough and sputter before plunging back down into the deluge. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_024d26d7cc264ece901c2db48067302e~mv2.png"> --- Hours seem to pass by with little to no change in your environment. You’ve followed the same technique you’ve been using thus far to survive this woman's intestines, but your body is getting sore and your lungs are at the brink of bursting. A living being was never meant to survive in the digestive organs of a larger predator like Agatha. Still, you cling on to the willingness to survive. Up ahead you notice a tiny sphincter that winks open periodically. Finally, a way free of the maze of this woman’s guts. As you approach, it suddenly closes in front of you. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Attack|Agatha Damage&Hold3]] – Assault the sphincter. [[Hold Breath|Agatha Hold3]] – Wait for it to open. [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Hold3]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress value="' + (text: $breath) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:blue)[Breath:](text-colour:blue)[(text:$breath)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Guts]''//(set: $breath to $breath - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] (if:$breath <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] You opt to hold your breath for a bit longer instead of surfacing in what may or may not be breathable oxygen. You carry on down the rushing river, hoping dearly that the meandering tunnels of Agatha’s intestines come to an end soon… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_37335f12e416439091ea440cf5531fa7~mv2.png"> --- Ahead, another similar pocket of “air” lingers. This opening is wider than the last but tinged with green lingering vapors. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Breath|Agatha Intestine Damage&Hold2]] [[Hold Breath|Agatha Hold2]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Hold2]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress value="' + (text: $breath) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:blue)[Breath:](text-colour:blue)[(text:$breath)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Guts]''//(set: $breath to 4) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] (if:$breath <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Intestine 0HP or Breath")] With nothing but the unknown to beckon you forwards, you plant your hands confidently upon the sweltering hot sphincter that leads to Agatha’s small intestines. A rushing river of alcohol swirls into the divot beneath you, almost never-ending, as the stomach slowly drains of fluid. The red murky passage is lined with tiny hairlike protrusions and entirely filled from floor to ceiling with liquid. You take one last breath of acidic air before plunging into the deluge headfirst. SHHHH!! Blub blub blub… You can barely open your eyes in the stinging river of acid and alcohol. The chyme is semi-opaque and painfully burns your eyes like a pool oversaturated with chlorine. The flow is tumultuous, winding bends of flesh send you tumbling through the passages like a piece of undigested corn. Soon, your chest begins to tighten due to the lack of oxygen. Thankfully, a small surge of bubbles creates a small pocket of what you hope is breathable air up ahead. The small respite looks clear, unlike the murkiness of the fluid in this environment. Catching a breath will mean staying in the caustic fluids for longer though. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Breath|Agatha Intestine Breath1]] [[Hold Breath|Agatha Intestine Hold1]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Intestine Hold1]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Bowels]''// Blllrrrghh… #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Ooof, my tummy is making a ton of noise. You still kicking around in there little bug, eh?”]] Absentmindedly, Agatha scratches her bare stomach. The last couple of hours have consisted of a series of drinking and party games with the other women. Throughout the revelry, Mistress Monrose merely smirks as she plays along, periodically glancing down at the gothic girls protruding pudge with curiousness. Meanwhile… Shlorp! Gush… You cough and sputter, taking in ragged breaths of anything breathable at this point. Immediately your greedy lungs and sinuses fill with the wretched fumes of fermentation. You clear your stinging-soaked eyes of chyme and fluid to revel at the sight before you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8e4103af3eb04ddd9a33f83f6ab86ae5~mv2.png"> --- Ahead of you, a wide tunnel of deep beigy red undulates and flexes in tandem with a muffled heartbeat far far above. With each shift of the colonic tubes, loud and boisterous pops of flesh and digesting matter ring out in the large intestine akin to an organic orchestra. You shudder in awe and fear as you slowly rise to your feet. This is it, the last final expanse of Agatha’s digestive system until you reach…well her asshole. That’s your goal after all, isn’t it? The one chance at freedom you have now. You stare back at the valve behind you, sputtering squirts of greenish frothy liquid. There’s certainly no turning back now… From far away and seemingly surrounding you all at once, the reverberating sounds of the giantess that is now your world echoes out. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Yawn, oof it’s getting late, isn’t it?”] Agatha stretches languidly, her dress rising to expose her curvy belly. Mistress Monrose raises an eyebrow before glancing at the time. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho, yes it does seem to be reaching the witching hour!”] The large woman stands up from her seat, heavy rear causing the stool beneath her creek with relief. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Agatha dear, do be so kind and stay the evening, yes? I wouldn’t want to travel far on such a full stomach afterall!”] Agatha blushes before gazing down at her unladylike pudge. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh, heh ya, you mean the lil bug I snacked on? Eh, they had it coming.” ] In a deep husky tone, Monrose lowers her gaze and beams a wide toothy grin at the gothic girl. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Indeed, they did…Baha.”] With a careless hand, Mistress Monrose shews away the two other woman. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“As for you, bodyguard, return to your posting, the night shift still requires your presence. And you, creature, back to the tunnels whence you came. Yes.”] The other two woman, stricken by trepidation and fear heed the greater Mistress’s commands before exiting the lounge. (text-colour:#a40aeb)["Now make yourself comfortable in my boudoir and relax upon the couch Agatha. You have an impressively reluctant meal that still requires digesting. "] Glrrmmm… [[Continue|Agatha Colon Story]]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $Gillytrust to true)(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true)(set: $YellowBand to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1)(set: $AQuest to 1)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link:"The Tipsy Creepy Girl")[(go-to:"Agatha Best Friends")] - Aware, Butt Play, Pussy Play

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Maw]''// Muggy air fills your chamber, confined in the mouth of the sadistic Creepy Girl. The floor is unstable and squishy, each of your footsteps cause the girl to giggle, the resounding sound causing your body to tremble. (text-colour:#675b70)["Hehe! All mine now!"] You can almost feel her mouth alter to a smile even from the inside. You assess your options. She hasn't motioned to swallow you...yet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f275fb29d2ba4cf99a2380693cdf40c7~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:magenta)[[[Touch Tongue]<c1| [Touch Teeth]<c2| [Pry Open Teeth]<c3| [Approach Throat]<c4|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You crouch down to graze the slick muscle with an outstretched palm. "MMMM!" You hear your captor respond with approval. It seems as though you taste good...]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You tentatively place a hand on one of the giant white lower molars. Suddenly from above, you see the upper set of teeth draw upwards then down, gnashing at where your hand once was. "Careful BUG, or you'll lose a hand!".]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You walk up towards the front row of teeth. Trying to find a grasping point, you attempt to pull the teeth apart. It appears there's no escape physically without a special tool.]] []<c6|(click: ?c4)[(replace:?c6)[Tentatively, you approach the back of the Creepy Girl's mouth. She senses this, as the tongue lowers with your approach. A breathy moan emanates from the dark pit, moistening your face with condensation. "Ahhhh..." The throat is now open, the uvula bobs above and her tonsils click with slickness. It's almost as if she's daring you to venture [[deeper...|Agatha Stomach]]]] ------------------------------------------------------- (after:100s)[Eventually, the creepy girl grows bored of your inaction and ushers you to the back of her [[throat...|Agatha Stomach]]] (text-colour:yellow)[(if:$prybar is true)[[Use Bobby Pin to Loosen Teeth|Escape]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Chomping Maw]''// (text-color:#675b70)[Heh Heh Heh.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0dc2073476c34cf2a84b3a8cdca0c34d~mv2.png"> --- A deep resounding chuckle startles you as you lay smeared against the fragrant tongue. Agatha’s maw is relatively dry as far as mouth’s go, clearly dehydrated as whitish spittle clings firmly to her tongue. That very substance keeps you adhered to the appendage. (text-color:#675b70)[Mmm! Haa…] A quick blast of stinking air ushers out from the back of Agatha’s throat. She’s enjoying your flavor it seems. Then, the mouth comes alive, slivers of light cascading through her jostling lips and teeth. SLIP! The tongue reorients itself, depositing you beneath the slick muscle. You catch a brief glimpse of the girl’s frenulum, the veiny appendage that attaches her tongue to the floor of her maw. It wiggles about above you, before the supple damp bottom of her tongue comes slamming down onto your chest. SPLAT! The red slippery beast spreads you out flat against the hard lower palate. You can’t possibly gain any kind of control in the tumultuous environment and merely accept that you’re nothing more than a piece of candy for this gothic goddess. Eagerly, Agatha’s adept tongue begins to shift, the tip wavering just above you. With a mind of its own, the slug like beast surges towards your crotch, planting itself down firmly into your bits. Spip, Spip, Spip. The tip expertly rubs up and down in slippery sticky flicks. Each curious prod becomes more adamant as time goes on. The sweltering environment, along with the constant surge of pressure is starting to send you over the edge, regardless of the dangers that await you after. The tongue wavers once more before moving about swiftly with Agatha’s speech. #(text-color:#675b70)[“Cmon you stupid bug, cum for me!”] TAP, TAP, TAP! More prods and smooshes from the tongue coat your body all over. The very tip even lodges deep within your cheeks, exploring every single crevice of your body. Her frustrated moans vibrate the chamber, muffled and garbled as if her mouth was full of food. Seemingly in this case, it is, you being that food. #(text-color:#675b70)[MMMM!!!] More light seeps in as she begins to scream, demands pressed upon you. #(text-color:#675b70)[“CUM YOU FUCKER! CUM! CUM! CUM!”] SLAM! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5ed2190f532643e1a9984280d8d47e75~mv2.png"> --- The tip pins against your crotch impossibly tight until. Release. You let forth a deluge of your very own juices onto the bottom of Agatha’s angry tongue. #(text-color:#675b70)[“Heh. Good tiny. Now it’s time for MY treat.”] The tongue suddenly curls beneath you, ushering you towards her side molars. Your eyes go wide in sudden horror. She’s going to crush you! You push against the tongue, but Agatha has already made up her mind. It’s time you fulfilled your purpose as her food. As if taunting you, the molars clamp up and down like a press. CLICK, CLICK! Then, you tumble onto the hard stoney surface. Lying with your face turned upwards, staring at the upper row of her teeth, you morbidly notice bits of something colorful sticking betwixt her molars. A piece of candy maybe? Or perhaps a fragment of fruity garnish from her mixed drinks earlier? Strange of you to think of this here and now. Regardless, in a fraction of a second, too quick for you to even perceive, the teeth clamp down shut against your body. CHOMP! #(text-color:#675b70)[“Mmm, your juices are so delectable…”] Agatha’s squeezes her eyes shut in pleasure, savoring your taste before gulping your mangled remains down into her throat with a wet gulp. #(text-color:#675b70)[“Paaah. Tasty.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_017e7c2452664aababeb4e91ca9045d4~mv2.png"> --- Your body is mixed in with the slurry of alcohol at the bottom of the goth girl’s pudgy belly, slowly materialized into more fat on her colossal form. (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Snack for Agatha]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Agatha has you cornered. Her quick reach grabs ahold of you in an instant, snatching you up in her clammy palms with a sticky slap! SPLAM! The echoing strike causes your ears to ring out and your body to heave as the wind is knocked out of you. (text-color:#675b70)[“Gotcha! Heh.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_baede754e0ad4af2bf3727edcb5ac0f6~mv2.png"> --- Dazed, you try and stumble to your feet, but instead you are lifted by the scruff between Agatha thumb and index finger. You dangle and sway through the air as you are carelessly dragged upwards towards the gleaming face of your captor. Soon the bleariness in your vision fades just in time to lock eyes with Agatha’s own crimson pupils. (text-color:#675b70)[“Sup little snack.”] The gothic giantess opens her jaw as wide as she can manage, eager to fit you entirely inside. (text-color:#675b70)[“HAHAHA! I finally gotcha!”] Agatha’s words blast past you, her breath tinged with sweet spirits and fragrant smoke. At the rear of her mouth, her throat clenches and unclenches with each laugh. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_486f56ad00db4ceb863270efad3a6856~mv2.png"> --- (text-color:#675b70)[“Don’t worry, I won’t send you to my belly until you cum!” ] With that final promise, Agatha flings you onto her outstretched tongue. You slap down onto the sticky appendage, adhered to it like a fly caught in a trap. Then the jaws close with an eager snap. [[Continue|Agatha Mouth Chase]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Snack]''// Merely a sly grin is the only thing plastered against Agatha’s face is you foolishly get within arm’s reach of her grasp. Her grab is lightning fast despite her semi-inebriated state. “GOTCHA! Heh, what you got a death wish or something?” Agatha shrugs idly then rolls her eyes. “Hell if I care though, bottoms up!” #(text-style:'sway')[MLaaah!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_19ed8b4ffeec42faaa603be5fe679a92~mv2.png"> --- Without a moment to respond, Agatha carelessly tosses you into her sticky mouth. [[Continue|Agatha Willing Vore]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Willing Snack]''// (text-colour:#675b70)["Heh, good. Know your place on the food chain."] #(text-style:'sway')[MLaaah!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_19ed8b4ffeec42faaa603be5fe679a92~mv2.png"> Without a moment to respond, Agatha carelessly tosses you into her sticky mouth. [[Continue|Agatha Willing Vore]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectal Escape]''// You’ve had enough of this dire prison that is Agatha’s bowels. Aggressively, you turn and grasp firmly against the inner walls of her asshole. Slowly, the hole parts, revealing a sliver of light. You pass through into the open world. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eh, coming out so soon? Whatever, you still got work to do bug!”] [[Continue|Agatha Asshole Worship]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Defeated by Agatha's Rectum]''// #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[CLENCH!] A massive surge of Agatha’s colon sends your body careening into a tight fold of flesh, packed tight with rectal lubricants. You stagger, running out of stamina and endurance. You try and pull yourself free of the slime but struggle to make much space. The vile substance is covering you from head to toe and threatening to fully encapsulate your face. This is it; you’re going to perish here in the bowels of this gothic giantess. Her uncaring body your tomb. (text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Haa, haa."]] The exasperated moans of her orgasmic bliss are the final sound you hear as you begin to gasp for air. Soon, the slimy bitter ichor of her anal fluids covers you entirely. You fade away into darkness. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed23d3e5eb404f1598e45e79cbc65547~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Rectum DEATH")] You stumble about in the dusky environment, unsure of what to do and simply try and protect yourself. #(text-style:"sway")[GLrrmmm…] #(text-style:"rumble")[PAAAF!] (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, sorry bug, that’s just what assholes do sometimes.”] A windy fart billows from deep within Agatha’s fetid confines, illuminating her rectum with a sliver of light as the fart passes through her inner asshole to the world beyond. Unfortunately for you, the billowing gust sends you careening hard into a fold against the walls. There’s no way you can keep safe in here, you’ll need to act. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Rectum Damage]] [[Massage Walls|Agatha Rectum Safe]] [[Clean Walls|Agatha Rectum Sick]] [[Escape|Agatha Rectal Escape]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Rectum Damage]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum Success]''// #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAAAAAA!”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8ffa3b93539f4aeda52f21da0bee67a3~mv2.png"> --- The sphincter clamps down HARD upon your torso. For a moment you fear you’ll suffocate in these sweltering depths. Then, an ominous gurgrle, wet and squelchy resounds from higher above. (text-style:"blur","sway")[Glllrrmmmm….] #(text-style:"buoy")[PSHHHHH!!!] A forceful gale of fetid wind dilates Agatha’s sloppy anus with a resounding fart, propelling you meters back onto the hard wooden table. #Plrp…Plp… Two more airy bursts bid you farewell as Agatha cums alongside a release of pent-up gas. The sphincter gapes upon, red and spent, for a moment before closing up for good. The gothic giantess slaps both her cheeks, leaving red handprints behind on the cool dimpled skin. She turns back to look at you with greedy eyes. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, that was good little bug. Now, how about a lil snack hm? I get super ravenous after a good shlicking sesh. Cmere! NYAAA!”] The ferocious giantess turns in her seat, bloodshot red eyes surging towards you, mouth agape with her tongue lulling outwards. --- [[RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Agatha Pre Vore 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum Success]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Rectum DEATH")] #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAAAAAA!”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8ffa3b93539f4aeda52f21da0bee67a3~mv2.png"> --- The sphincter clamps down HARD upon your torso. For a moment you fear you’ll suffocate in these sweltering depths. Then, an ominous gurgrle, wet and squelchy resounds from higher above. (text-style:"blur","sway")[Glllrrmmmm….] #(text-style:"buoy")[PSHHHHH!!!] A forceful gale of fetid wind dilates Agatha’s sloppy anus with a resounding fart, propelling you meters back onto the hard wooden table. #Plrp…Plp… Two more airy bursts bid you farewell as Agatha cums alongside a release of pent-up gas. The sphincter gapes upon, red and spent, for a moment before closing up for good. The gothic giantess slaps both her cheeks, leaving red handprints behind on the cool dimpled skin. She turns back to look at you with greedy eyes. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, that was good little bug. Now, how about a lil snack hm? I get super ravenous after a good shlicking sesh. Cmere! NYAAA!”] The ferocious giantess turns in her seat, bloodshot red eyes surging towards you, mouth agape with her tongue lulling outwards. --- [[RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Agatha Pre Vore 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum Battle]''// The meaty deep red walls of Agatha’s colon pulse in tandem with her resounding heartbeat above. #(text-colour:red)[(text-style:"blink")[BADUM BADUM]] Filth clings to the walls, a mixture of tacky solids and greasy film. You don’t even know where to begin… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f883e21d78ef4566a2099bf7c32435bc~mv2.png"> --- How does she even expect you to “clean” this place? It’s her dirty asshole after all, the place where shit is supposed to be! You can try and abide by her ludicrous wishes or instead do what you can to bring the greedy goth to orgasm. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Rectum Damage]] [[Massage Walls|Agatha Rectum Safe]] [[Clean Walls|Agatha Rectum Sick]] [[Escape|Agatha Rectal Escape]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Rectum Damage]]] (live: 4s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum]''// #(text-style:"buoy")[SHPLORP!] The slick folds of Agatha’s anus part easily with your entrance. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')["That's a good little bug, enter your Goddess!"]] #(text-style:"sway")[Galorm…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2168e0079fbb44358b94656668d18f41~mv2.png"> --- The rectum greets you with a sinister call, having emanated from deep above in the giantess’s upper digestive tract. You’re inside her now, your world has become Agatha. Staring forwards, the environment is a pulsing organic tube with triangular divots of sinewy flesh serving as junctions in her colon. Nestled between the folds are greasy foul remnants of Agatha’s past meals. Alongside the mire of waste is a healthy dose of rectal mucous, creating a slick wall of nigh impassable terrain. The visual of the environment is dusky and alive, but it pales in comparison to the gravity of force that is her smell, deep within Agatha’s rectum. The air hangs heavy, each breath a struggle. The concoction is stiflingly hot combined with the sweetish sour of filth, sweat and oils. Agatha must have had some fun with her asshole recently, given the semi synthetic scent of lingering anal lube. The miasma is breathable but not for long. Here within the confines of the beast, deep within her body, you have a better shot at bringing her to orgasm but with less time to spare. Muffled from all around, the commands of your captor vibrate the organic tube. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“GET TO WORK IN THERE FUTURE SLAVE. HEH HEH!”]] Each laugh causes the chamber to flex inwards against you. Time to act. [[Continue|Agatha Rectum Fight]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum Battle]''// You know that the best thing you can do deep within Agatha’s bowels is bring her pleasure. Without wasting a moment, you splay out your body wide and begin to massage her greasy folds with every inch of your body. Uncaring of the scent and textures, you coat your form with the mixture sliding alongside the walls of her colon. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“Oh? OH! Mmmm!”]] The gothic giantess immediately responds to your movements. The whole chamber squeezes down ruthlessly against your body. Seems like what you are oding is working. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b7ecc3341dea409bb5ac23d1c0ccf651~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“Yes, Yes, YAAAA!”]] As you continue your efforts, your chamber begins to tighten even further. At this point there’s only a handful of inches between you and the exterior walls. The tunnel has collapsed almost entirely in on itself. You can hear wet shlicking sounds from above you, the ceiling folding inwards periodically. She’s fingering herself! Whether you like it or not, you are currently a passenger to the whims and desires of the goddess around you. She’s about to cum, so you had better act in your own interest if you wish to survive unscathed. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Rectum Escape]] [[Massage Walls|Agatha Rectum Escape Damage]] [[Clean Walls|Agatha Rectum Escape Damage]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Rectum Escape Damage]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Agatha Rectum DEATH")] You tread toward the mass of filth and grime that gathers amongst one of the folds inside Agatha’s rectum. Trying your best to collect and move the oily masses is an impossible task. You have nowhere to put the grime even. Tentatively, you try and consume some of the substance before immediately retching. It’s just not at all possible to do that, given the sheer amount of waste here alongside the hopelessness of consuming so much filth. You’re starting to get dizzy and sick. You must act soon or else you’ll surely perish. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Rectum Damage]] [[Massage Walls|Agatha Rectum Safe]] [[Clean Walls|Agatha Rectum Sick]] [[Escape|Agatha Rectal Escape]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Rectum Damage]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Rectum]''// #(text-style:"buoy")[SHPLORP!] The slick folds of Agatha’s out anus part easily with your entrance. (text-colour:#675b70)["HUH, eager to go deeper eh? You're such a sick little pervert! Heh, but I won't stop you!"] #(text-style:'sway')[Galorm…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2168e0079fbb44358b94656668d18f41~mv2.png"> --- The rectum greets you with a sinister call, having emanated from deep above in the giantess’s upper digestive tract. You’re inside her now, your world has become Agatha. Staring forwards, the environment is a pulsing organic tube with triangular divots of sinewy flesh serving as junctions in her colon. Nestled between the folds are greasy foul remnants of Agatha’s past meals. Alongside the mire of waste is a healthy dose of rectal mucous, creating a slick wall of nigh impassable terrain. The visual of the environment is dusky and alive, but it pales in comparison to the gravity of force that is her smell, deep within Agatha’s rectum. The air hangs heavy, each breath a struggle. The concoction is stiflingly hot combined with the sweetish sour of filth, sweat and oils. Agatha must have had some fun with her asshole recently, given the semi synthetic scent of lingering anal lube. The miasma is breathable but not for long. Here within the confines of the beast, deep within her body, you have a better shot at bringing her to orgasm but with less time to spare. Muffled from all around, the commands of your captor vibrate the organic tube. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“GET TO WORK IN THERE FUTURE SLAVE. HEH HEH!”]] Each laugh causes the chamber to flex inwards against you. Time to act. [[Continue|Agatha Rectum Fight]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''// The tumultuous stomach gurgles ominously, intent on dissolving you into nothingness despite your resistance. But you know truly against all odds you must hold on. You’ve dealt with a variety of questionable situations before, and this one is no different. ##(text-style:"sway")[''GRRRRMMMMM!''] The Creepy girl’s gut roars as a deluge of sticky rainbow chyme rushes past you in a large wave. You cling on dearly to the stomach lining as the current within the chamber picks up. A sucking drone burbles out far off from the corner of the stomach. Squinting, you can barely make out the pyloric sphincter widening slightly to ferry the girl’s generous stomach contents into her duodenum. This could be an opportunity to head deeper into the Creepy girl’s body, but are your odds really better down there than your current conditions in her stomach? Regardless, you know that going down into the depths of her guts is a one-way trip with the only exit being…her anus. You’ll need to make a choice. --- (text-colour:red)[[[Venture deeper|Agatha Venture Deeper]]], your odds down there are better than in the stomach. [[Hang on a bit longer|Agatha Hang On]] in her stomach, maybe there is a slim chance she’ll still let you out.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Booths - Agatha's Crotch]''// Working on her holes and clit, you make quick work of her bits. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ohh, OHH YESH LITTLE ONE!”] Agatha shrieks out as bystanders stare awkwardly at the girl alone, screaming in a booth. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a40778a2fa654ad0a723cc7ffa06cdbb~mv2.png"> --- Below, her vagina and the barest glimpse of her anus both contract and detract erratically in the throes of Agatha’s orgasm. Unaware or uncaring of your predicament, her plush thighs squeeze immensely against your frame before her lower hips buck forward, launching you off her seat towards the cushions below. You land once more upon the floor and shake yourself off, alongside wiping away any stray bits of girl juice. You know if you come back to Agatha again without a drink, she’ll most likely stuff you back down there again for another round. --- (link:"Return to the Booths Central")[(go-to:"Booths")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Nothing but Shit]''// #Shl…Shl…Shl…sqqrk --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9c93989cc48d4df097f0da5c70d1b5a5~mv2.png"> --- A heavy log of crap roils past the packed intestinal walls, now fully formed and combined with waste from other meals. Slowly, bit by bit, Agatha’s next shit passes through the cylindrical walls with purpose. You, but a mere white speck amongst a sea of other bones, other minimized students. Seems like you weren’t the only person Agatha snacked on this evening. Other unfortunate souls lay in wait to be expelled. Their mangled bleached bones but a fraction of the sheer mass of Agatha’s crap. Then, there is a more abrupt shift in movement, the log gaining distance that would have taken hours. #FWISH…Frarp… Another passing of gas. You and many others would be grateful for the hastening of Agatha’s next bowel movement, as a glimmer of light shines into the dark muggy chamber. That would be if you hadn’t asphyxiated hours ago. The grisly fates of the others are a mystery. The commonality between you all though being the death at the hands of the goth giantess’s digestive system. #GRmmm… #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Urr…gotta…mmm…crap…”]] A tired slow voice booms from far away, barely audible muffled by layers of flesh. #THUM! Tmp tmp tmp tmp. She’s awake, and walking. CLINK! BOOM! The sound of toilet lid. Her rear plants down upon the seat. Crkl. The heavy mass crinkles as trapped air bubbles within the log of crap begin to shift. Fshshsh! Gasses collect and rush downwards. FSHHH…FRARP! A brief stream of light illuminates the heavy turd that you and others find yourself in. Then, the light remains as Agatha’s anus stays parted. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9e81dc81ae944712b08ab7174f9c01a0~mv2.png"> --- The red hued sphincter blossoms apart like a blooming flower, releasing the mass of shit. Half of your log hangs beyond her anus. The parted beige hole, now darkened with brown shit, gapes open attempting to release as much fecal matter in one push. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2f7d40f7cdb9455fb116e31c4edc5bce~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#675b70)["Haaa…"] Agatha sighs in relief, her anus winking closed as she pinches off the first piece of her early morning poop. You freefall down into the cold water, the entire log of shit splashing rudely into the vast sea below. There the mass floats, gazing up at the pulsing anus that just expelled it. Agatha’s dirty asshole. The thing winks briefly before gaping once more. The red hued tunnel has a center of brown, before widening even further. Another log of shit careens down into the mass. #PHRARP! Her asshole closes and parts with a rush of fetid gas. The final goodbye to your remains. #(text-colour:#675b70)[“Ugh…gross.”] Scratching her hairy pubic mound with one hand, Agatha parts her labia with the other to let forth a yellow stream. Sighing, she leans back rudely into the toilet seat as her urethra sputters out a deluge of piss. Peering over her pudgy stomach, she gazes down curiously into the bowl, admiring the masterful work of her powerful body. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, you stupid little fucks. I can’t even remember who or how many of you I even ate last night. Heh, I was pretty blackout by the end there. Eh, whatever, you all probably had it coming anyways.”] The unamused gothic giantess wipes her asshole once, some of your remains still stock to her anal hair as she stands and pulls up her lacey black thong snugly. She slaps her bare pudgy ass. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, but I’m betting at least half of you WANTED me to eat you.”] With a confident smirk, Agatha twirls out of the bathroom and slaps her heavy rear. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed23d3e5eb404f1598e45e79cbc65547~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Time to go fuck with some other minimized idiots. Heh.”] There Agatha would saunter back into the revelry of Mistress Meadows’s Gala, eager to prove her self-worth by dominating those quite literally, much much smaller than her. And in the rare chance, fulfilling the lifelong dreams of a lucky few. --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Swallowed]''// Immediately, you feel your body compress as resounding echo billows out around you. ##(text-colour:lime)[(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!]] Your body slips smoothly into the girl's esophagus. Slimy walls crush down upon your body, shimmying you downwards in peristaltic motions. For a moment you come to a stop, the walls of the throat tight around your form before the natural movements of her body open the esophagus to convey you deeper to the stomach. After a handful of seconds, the sound of the Creepy Girls heart fills your eardrums. ##(text-colour:red)[(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Ba-DUM ba-Dum ba-DUM]] Slowly the sound fades as a more prominent series of symphonics replaces the beat of her heart. ##(text-style:"sway")[Grrrrnnnn...] Her stomach... The knotted valve at the bottom of her esophagus, the cardiac sphincter, presses roughly against your face. The slick flesh threatens to suffocate you, unable to move whilst constricted by the bottom of the esophagus. Yet, the valve eventually relents. A sickly-sweet odor fills your lungs as the contents of the Creepy Girl's stomach come into view. The valve squeezes your body firmly before squirting you into the mire below... [[Continue|Inside Agatha's Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Defeated by Agatha's Stomach]''// Fshh! The acrid fumes and caustic juices around you are just too much. Agatha’s stomach is a roiling cauldron intent on doing one job. Digesting food. You sputter as your body collapses, too much. You can’t carry on anymore. Defeated by the gothic giantess’s mighty stomach, your mangled body collapses amongst a fold of rugae destined to be assimilated into Agatha’s body. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed23d3e5eb404f1598e45e79cbc65547~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Throat]''// #(text-style:"sway")[GALUP! GLRK!] The tongue beneath you bucks with Agatha’s greedy gulp. The sticky spittle tethers snap immediately, their resistance insignificant against the might of the giantess’s throat. Swallowed headfirst, the journey downwards is slow and methodical. You are now merely a passenger within the body of Agatha. Peristalsis brings you downwards in rhythmic waves, thin pink flesh pressing in releasing on your sides in a series of irregular pushes. Suddenly, the chamber vibrates with your predator’s words. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“Heh heh, gotcha. Mine now.”]] You can both hear and FEEL Agatha’s words around you. The buzz of her voice box causing the throat to hum against your body with a semi pleasurable sensation. Yet, the taunting words fill you with mixed feelings. #(text-style:"rumble")[BADUMP BADUMP!] The woman’s mighty heart serves as the main source of your auditory experience, but farther below, greedy gurgles tell of a different less relaxing song. Arms affixed at your sides and your head sliding down then stopping periodically with the surges of Agatha’s throat, you suddenly come upon a knotted valve. Her esophageal sphincter. The entrance into Agatha’s stomach. The valve eagerly awaits your presence, yawning open wide even before you make contact with it. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_af02f49a445d48f29548507f7bea9a46~mv2.png"> --- #BLORCH! The sticky valve parts, a tendril of mucous still tethering the edges. You face slides into the slime, sour to the taste and tinged with…a burning sensation. #GLORSH! Unceremoniously, you are squirted into Agatha’s belly. You begin to freefall. [[Continue|Agatha Stomach CHOICE]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Belly]''// A thick splash of stomach contents welcomes your form into the depths of Agatha’s belly. Attempting to stand up in the undulating organ is a difficult task. Yet, you manage to hug the stomach lining, hoisting yourself upwards into a sort of crawl / lean. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e549195cc0174d75b0a204c3b3fd179d~mv2.png"> --- Dimly lit, the giantess's stomach is a modest size. You are maybe about a few feet away from the cardiac sphincter. The ridged pink walls crush in against your sides, tingling you with their already acid soaked membranes. A thick pool of muck rests at the lowest ends of the girl's stomach, nearest to the pyloric sphincter leading to her intestines. Her stomach is mostly empty. Agatha wasn’t kidding. She was definitely hungry for some real sustenance. You. You are that sustenance. (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting Agatha’s stomach. After a couple of minutes, you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the gothic giantess reverberate around you, slightly muffled.] ##(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:,"blur")["Heh, accept your role as my treat Stay still and digest!"]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the shallow pool at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the froth, you search through the bubbles and locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength yet are unable to make an opening.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight sphincter to the throat emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the valve open, but from here it's futile...]] --- You shiver and gaze up at the ceiling. The cardiac sphincter above your head opens a couple of inches with a whooshing sound. ##(text-colour:lime)[(text-style:"rumble")[URP!]] #(live:10s)[(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')["Mmm, squirm for you goddess..."] ]] #(live:20s)[(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')["That's right, you're nothing more than FOOD! Heh."]]] #(live:30s)[ (text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')["Fuck, this is turning me on...knowing that you're DYING inside me right now..." Shlck Shlck... "HAAA!"]]] --- (live:15s)[Your psyche begins to shift. You take in shaky breaths. So many encounters in the bellies of woman. Are you food? Is that really what you’ve become here? Or will you resist? Feeling about in your pockets, the Black Cat Brew still could serve as a means of holding on a bit longer. You begin to wipe it free of ichor...] (live:35s)[ Slime and acid clings to the bottle. You try and grasp it with slippery hands. It's tight...] (live:40s)[ You've got a good hold of the vial now.] (if: $BCBC is 1)+(live:45s)[ [[Use HALF of the Black Cat Brew]] – It’s now or never. ] (if: $BCBC is 2)+(live:45s)[ [[Use HALF of the Black Cat Brew]] – It’s now or never. ] [[Submit.]] - Yield to the Dominance of Agatha’s Body [[Resist.|Agatha Stomach Damage]] - Try and survive for as long as possible.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Belly]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) You refuse to die in this wretched place. You find a sturdy ridge in the bands of Agatha’s stomach and hold firm. (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You continue to smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of STILL upsetting Agatha’s stomach. After a couple of minutes, you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the gothic giantess reverberate around you, slightly muffled.] ##(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:,"blur")["Are you stupid or what? You’re literally the size of a breadcrumb. You think those little punches are gonna do anything?! Heh."]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the shallow pool at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the froth once more, you search through the bubbles and locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength. This time, briefly, the valve parts for but a second before sealing shut once more.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight sphincter to the throat emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the valve open, but from here it's futile...]] #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')["All that fighting has turned me on.” "Mmm, it’s like a massage, good job bug."]] ##Shlck Shlck... #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')["Ungh, ugh yes, pleasure me from the inside…”]] --- [[Use HALF of the Black Cat Brew]] – It’s now or never. [[Submit.]] - Yield to the Dominance of Agatha’s Body [[Resist.]] – Continue to hold on.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - STOMPY TIME]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Agatha has you cornered. Her quick feet slam on either side of you, trapping your form between her pudgy feet. She gingerly raises up her right foot, revealing the supple wrinkly sole beneath. (text-color:#675b70)[“You’re gonna be a nice little red smear tiny bug! It’s gonna feel nice turning you into paste!”] You try and find an escape, dodging just as the foot crashes down adjacent to you. (text-color:#675b70)[“Hold still you fucker!”] Her agile foot and wiggling toes cut off any attempt at escape. Then, Agatha’s big toe surges directly towards you, snatching you up in a sticky clamp. You’re lodged tight between the folds of her toes now, squirming hard against the sticky jammy fluff that shares the space with you. You sputter, some of the vile substance finding its way into your mouth. Cheesiness alongside a sourer undertone fills your mouth. (text-color:#675b70)[“What, don’t like my toe jam hm? How rude…”] Above, the gothic goddess sneers down at you, offended by your actions. In response, she clamps her toes tight against your waist, threatening to sever your body in half. Her rough chipped toenails glide sharply against your neck, leaving deep scratches against your skin. For a moment you think you’ll be decapitated. Then, the toes release, giving you a brief respite before her sole slams down entirely upon your body. #(text-style:"rumble")[THUMP!] #(text-color:#675b70)[“STOMPY TIME!”] Growls Agatha, face curled into a sneer. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_170c4a550b414045856d045d1425807a~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"buoy")[BAM, BAM, BAM!] Up and down the sweaty foot slams upon your body. Each strike compresses you deeper and deeper into the carpet. Thankfully, the plush surface cushions the impact, but unfortunately this leads to a prolonged crush. Each strike pushes more air out of your body, battering and bruising your form. You’re given no chance to take a fresh breath. Soon, all that remains in your lungs is the cheesy odor of Agatha’s unwashed foot. Eventually, her ruthless stomping comes to an end as she plants her rough heel against your body. #(text-color:#675b70)[HM!] With a ruthless skid, Agatha smears what remains of your form into the carpet below. #(text-color:#675b70)[“There, dirty bug officially stomped! Hehheh!”] What’s left is nothing more than a red smear against the carpeted floor of Monrose’s Gallery. (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Later...]''// ##(text-style:"blink")[''THMB! THMB! THMB!''] (text-colour:blue)[“Found an extra pair inside earlier.”] A raspy voice. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Huh, hey! Don’t look! It’s not what you think!”] The Creepy Girl. (text-colour:blue)[“Eww, what the hell are you doing Agatha? You getting off or something literally out here in the bushes?”] Replies the Alt Girl. (text-colour:#675b70)[“No no, it’s not like that!”] Stammers Agatha. (text-colour:blue)[“Well it sure as hell looked like it! By the way, I thought I saw a person from the B.A.M.S. faculty shrink down a couple minutes ago along the manor path. Have you seen them?”] Agatha blushes a deep crimson red, incapable of forming words or a sentence. (text-colour:#675b70)[“No fucking way…”] --- ##''KTHUNK!'' ##(text-style:"buoy")[''Pshh…''] ##(text-style:"shudder")[''FRAAP!''] ##(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Ugh, just come out already…”] ''] Planted upon a porcelain throne, Agatha’s heavy pale rear encompasses a majority of the seat. With cheeks puffed out, she pushes her abdomen in hopes of releasing a shitty load that contains one hopefully living occupant, you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“I know you probably had a thing for my ass, but enough is enough tiny, get…OUT!”] ##(text-style:"rumble")[''PHHRRTTT!''] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_704502dca40b49a2a8caf5fb0f51c226~mv2.png"> --- A large deluge of wind rushes out of the Creepy Girl’s bubblegum pink anus. Spread wide, the sphincter flexes, a sputter of slick rectal slime ushered outwards alongside one tiny occupant. ##''SPLSH!'' Agatha turns around on the seat staring back down into the bowl. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eww, gross…”] She reaches down to retrieve you. --- [[Continue|Post Toilet Scene]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Later...]''// ##(text-style:"blink")[''THMB! THMB! THMB!''] (text-colour:blue)[“Found an extra pair inside earlier.”] A raspy voice. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Huh, hey! Don’t look! It’s not what you think!”] The Creepy Girl. (text-colour:blue)[“Eww, what the hell are you doing Agatha? You getting off or something literally out here in the bushes?”] Replies the Alt Girl. (text-colour:#675b70)[“No no, it’s not like that!”] Stammers Agatha. (text-colour:blue)[“Well it sure as hell looked like it! By the way, I thought I saw a person from the B.A.M.S. faculty shrink down a couple minutes ago along the manor path. Have you seen them?”] Agatha blushes a deep crimson red, incapable of forming words or a sentence. (text-colour:#675b70)[“No fucking way…”] --- ##''KTHUNK!'' ##(text-style:"sway")[''SQUISH!''] ##(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[''“Ugh, just come out already…”'']] Planted upon a porcelain throne, Agatha’s heavy pale rear encompasses a majority of the seat. With cheeks puffed out, she pushes her abdomen in hopes of releasing from her vagina one hopefully living occupant, you. ##''(text-colour:#675b70)[“I know you probably had a thing for my pussy, but enough is enough tiny, get…OUT!”]'' ##(text-style:"buoy")[''SHHLICK!''] A small trickle of vaginal mucous seeps out of the Creepy Girl’s bubblegum pink pussy lips. Spread wide, the vaginal canal opens, a sputter of slick pussy slime ushered outwards alongside one tiny occupant. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_704502dca40b49a2a8caf5fb0f51c226~mv2.png"> --- ##''SPLSH!'' Agatha turns around on the seat staring back down into the bowl. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eww, gross…”] She reaches down to retrieve you. [[Continue|Post Toilet Scene]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Booths - Agatha's Crotch]''// A stifling musty heat immediately berates your senses. Lingering odors of sweat and Agatha’s very own cocktail of vaginal secretions cause you to hesitate for a moment. Thankfully, the smell is somewhat muted, given the lacey panty barrier. Bits of stray pubic hairs poke out on either side of Agatha’s crotch. Seems like she doesn’t shave all too often. You carefully approach the wall of lacey black. You can see past the semi translucent layer that her labia are already leaking a thick opaque discharge. She’s excited. Lower down, the pale pink of her lips darken to a coffee colored brown as her pussy ends and her taint begins. Past that narrow ridge is the faintest outline of her asshole, yet its mostly covered in her current seated position. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3b46701a153c4e2f88b75001610b1952~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Crotch]<c1| [Lick Vagina]<c2| [Lick Asshole]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[It's musty and heady. Almost too much to bear. There’s a distinct mixture of both feminine musk and something more earthy, emanating from below.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[It tastes salty with a faintness of tang. You shudder, a mix of pleasure and revulsion coursing through you.]] []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You have to get on your knees to reach below where her asshole rests, covered by the wall of lace. Licking the surface, a sour earthy flavor fills your mouth. Its strangely not unpleasant. ]] (if: $DNAQA is 1)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Harvest Secretions]]] - You can also opt to collect some samples of Agatha’s ‘secretions’ for a DNA sample. Then, stimulate her orifices. ] The clit above twitches periodically in tandem with your actions. Surely [[stimulating|Agatha Release]] the tiny nub will cause a response.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Deep Within Agatha's Vagina]''// SHLIP! SHLORP! Wet meaty sounds echo out around you as Agatha shifts onto her back. Your body is jostled in the slick pitch-black environment. The chamber is relatively spacious as far as vaginal canals go. Above, a vibrating moan echoes out, with a comment from your captor. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Hope you don’t mind some company in there little bug, your kinda small really, not big enough to fully satisfy me.”]] Shlip, Shlip. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2c35fdac11e545c8970c23f3a1439022~mv2.png"> --- A tiny fragment of light shines in from the far end of Agatha’s cunt, revealing to you once again the plastic dildo from earlier! SLORP! The massive plastic cylinder surges forward with reckless abandon. You have no time to react as you’re suddenly pressed beneath the plunging toy, wedged between it and her lower vaginal canal. SPLAP! SLIP! Agatha roughly begins to thrust the dildo inwards, twirling the device with an expert hand. The girl is adept at bringing herself pleasure, as the dildo shifts around in a multitude of directions, searching for her G spot. Then, you feel a sudden pressure beneath you, the thin walls of her lower vaginal canal seemingly now ridged. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[HAH HAH!]] Breathy muffled pants alongside meaty squishes from beneath you combine with the organic sounds of the squelching dildo. She’s fingering her own ass, and the pressure is pushing against you from her colon below! #(text-style:"rumble")[BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP!] Her rapid heart rate reaches a fever pitch. The inside of the chamber is beginning to flood with sour white girl cum. Feeling her newfound dampness, Agatha positions the tip of the dildo aimed directly at you. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“You gotta go deeper if ya wanna cum!”]] WHAM! The cylinder collides into your body, sticky residue lining the tip, adhering you to the dildo with relative ease. You try and turn your head backwards, gazing at your destination. There, a donut shaped pink valve pulses eagerly, dribbling out a deluge of milky white cream. You’re going into her womb. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_554cc754c972423385b326ca6e060abf~mv2.png"> --- SQLORCH! The tip of the dildo slams hard into the sphincter, peeling back the muscly ridges. Soon, you crest into a fluid filled chamber, no space for air whatsoever. You alongside the end of the dildo remain in her womb for what feels like eternity. Then to your horror, the dildo begins to vibrate. Agatha’s turned on the vibration function. #(text-style:"shudder")[BZZZ!] The electric vibration is the only thing meticulous enough to remove your sticky body from the dildo’s tip. Eventually you come free, floating in the syrupy deluge of her womb’s fluid. Slowly, the dildo retreats. You try and reach for it, but the fluid is just too thick, like wading through honey. Muffled by her own pleasure, the panting words of your gothic goddess vibrate around you. In tandem with her words, the womb flexes against your body. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“Time to CUM little bug!”]] SQUEEZE, SQUEEZE! Each flex is even tighter, the lubrication of the white fluids leaving you in a slippery wet mess of cum and pleasure. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“CUM FOR ME YOU FUCKER, THEN DROWN IN MY JUICES! HEH!”]] Another series of firm flexes, the cervix winking before you in tandem with her body’s pulses. Each flex sends mighty squirts of girl cum out into her vaginal canal, but not enough to bring any oxygen into your chamber. The lurid display combined with the moans of your goddess sends you entirely over the edge. Release. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAHAHA! Good little bug! Now it’s MY turn!” ]] CLENCH! A vice-like grip of her womb plunges down onto you, knocking what sliver of air remains in your lungs. Soon your mouth fills with the sourness of her juices, drowning you in matter of seconds. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[Ha Ha Ha, yesh YES!]] Laying on her back, legs splayed wide, Agatha ruthlessly pumps her dildo into her vagina whilst three fingers gape and prod into her greedy butthole. Then, a meaty fart echoes out from her anus as the dildo goes flying forwards with her orgasm. #(text-color:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[AHHHHHHH!]] Squirt Squirt… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8e6e1964b3fc467abd56757988b96854~mv2.png"> --- A series of white spurts fly out from Agatha’s gaped cunny. She collapses, spent and unphased by your recent passing. Your lifeless body remains floating within her womb, to slowly disintegrate amongst the acidic environment. (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Pussy]''// #(text-style:"blink")[SHLOP!] Staring above with morbid fascination, the thin pasty lips of Agatha’s labia part in an instant as her massive crotch slams down onto the top of the dildo. The ruby red lips part as Agatha plunges the dildo into the depths of her vagina. The top half of the dildo is now fully situated inside her, revealing a sopping pinkish red tunnel above. The bumpy walls of her vaginal canal flex as the dildo pushes deeper. Off to the end, the canal tapers somewhat before conjoining inwards at a donut shaped orifice. The entrance to her womb. Below, the outside world is still visible, shedding a decent amount of light into your chamber. You notice a pair of stubby digits grasp tightly against the base of the dildo, before twisting it. #(text-style:"shudder")[BZZZ!] Your chamber comes alive suddenly with an oppressive vibration as the dildo is turned on with you inside. Your teeth chatter as you succumb to the assaulting waves of buzzing force that only serve to pleasure your giantess above. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-color:#675b70)[“OHHHH YES! That feels so good! Fuck!”]] Up and down the length of the dildo travels, each time getting deeper, farther into the depths of Agatha’s vagina. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SQUELCH SQUELCH!] Each subsequent thrust also ushers forth more vaginal nectar, the chamber’s walls are leaking with the pheromone laced substance. You jostle about, but despite the erratic movements, your head swims with the scent and feelings of lust. The juices begin to flow through the air holes dotted throughout the dildo. The slimy pungent ichor pools warmly at your feet. From all around you, the muffled yet omnipresent voice of your goddess speaks out. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-color:#675b70)[“I command you, tiny, pleasure your goddess from within! MOVE!”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9e5626bdd6c0444a9cb220fe77d9e481~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Consume Secretions]<c1| [Thrash About]<c2| [Dislodge Base]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You crouch down to the floor of your dildo chamber. You bounce up and down but opt to stretch your arms wide against the walls of the dildo. This sets you firm in the tumultuous environment. Carefully, you lean down to sample some of Agatha’s fermented love juice. The ichor below is milk white and thick like syrup. You plunge your face into the pool. The stickiness coats your hair, congealing immediately. However, the taste is the most fascinating part. Sweet, incredibly so with a heavy sour aftertaste. It’s particularly delicious. In a lust filled rage, you ravenously devour the goo. (text-style:"blur")[(text-color:#675b70)[“It must taste good huh? My juices? Drink your fill tiny, fill yourself with my essence!”]] ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You heed your goddesses commands and begin thrashing about in your chamber. Your struggles are minute but just enough to alter the trajectory of the dildo. The tip leans towards the upper and lower walls of her vaginal canal. Above, Agatha squeals in delight. (text-style:"blur")[(text-color:#675b70)[“Oh gosh, yes, please more of that!”]] The chamber threatens to overflow with her juices, the levels getting higher. ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You reach out with a tentative hand through the opaque puddle of discharge beneath you. It’s warm and sticky but you soon latch onto a small unseen handle. You know for a fact that if you remain in this dildo that you’re going to drown Agatha’s cum. With maximum effort, you twist the handle before it pops free. Thankfully, your captor’s thrusts are reaching a fever pitch. She’s about to cum. Swiftly, you push your legs downward, freeing yourself from the confines of the dildo. [[Continue|Agatha Game Escape]] ]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_51a4dbec2d56422791676bd04be04838~mv2.png"> --- (after:15s)[Splurts of fragrant juices seep through the holes. ] (after:25s)[The sticky deluge rises up to your knees. ] (after:35s)[You are now waist deep in Agatha's vaginal discharge. ] (after:45s)[Now up to your neck, the warm pussy juice laps at your neck. ] (after:55s)[You can barely keep your nose and mouth above the mire. ] (after:65s)[You are fully submerged in Agatha's cum. You wont be able to hold your breath for much longer.] (after:75s)[You draw in a breath and only recieve the coagulated milky fluid that is Agatha's desire. Your vision begins to blur...[[Continue|Agatha Dildo Death]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Creepy Girl's Guts]''// You decide to travel downwards into the stewing depths of the Creepy Girl’s digestive tract. Pushing away from the sticky stomach lining, you swim through the thick burbling mire, latching onto the pulsing orifice at the far end of the giantess’s stomach. Slick squelches allow chunks of gummy bear to periodically flow through as the sphincter winks open and closed. You time your entrance just right to slip through into the entrance of her duodenum. The valve clamps down shut behind you, and immediately you begin to regret your decision. The small tube compresses tight upon your body with little room to maneuver in any way whatsoever. The role of the Creepy Girl’s duodenum is to break down and further digest any matter that moves on from the mechanical digestion of her stomach, something you wish you had known before entering this hellscape. Another pulse of the tube around you, this one slicker with fluid, causes your body to ache once more. Squirts of various digestive fluids coat your form. Slowly, you begin to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and its replacement with caustic fumes in this cramped environment. You can’t hold on any longer, it’s too much. Your eyes close as you fade away into darkness… (text-colour:#745e49)[[[Continue|Agatha Disposal]]] Or return to (link:"Start")[(go-to:"Start")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Maw]''// Agatha…She’s got you. The shock of her parted jaws, the encroaching muggy red maw, her sweltering fragrant breath. A millisecond in real time but an eternity for you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5aa2e383d2f24afeade81fe5d2f9bf30~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Glomph! ](text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, hmm hmm!”] The gothic giantess closes her mouth around your body, thin lips sealing you in an atmospheric gloomy world. You’re given little to no time to admire your surroundings as Agatha’s tongue suddenly comes alive beneath you with a flick. #PLIP! The appendage surges between your legs, swiftly rising you up towards the pleated roof of her sticky maw. The hard palate crushes against your spine, knocking the wind effortlessly from your lungs. You’re fiercely reminded of your place in this environment. Nothing more than a small treat to be momentarily savored and maneuvered within the mouth of this maniacal giantess. Your position slides further back towards the hazy darkness of her throat. A garbled moan escapes from the obsidian hole in front of you. The sound is a mixture of pleasure and yearning hunger. ##(text-colour:#675b70)[“Ohhghh, ge-IN!”] You grasp firmly onto the side of Agatha’s bumpy tongue; a useless effort, more instinct than anything else, as you are slowly driven towards the woman’s clicking esophagus. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_353c8cef8c5e4a8fb8dfe87e3b1c1147~mv2.png"> --- Here you lay on the precipice of oblivion. You stare behind you at her slightly parted lips, a sight miles away. The light that bathes your environment is no savior and instead illuminates the direness of your predicament. Beneath, you gaze upon the pit that leads into the digestive system of this woman. Framed on either side of you, Agatha’s glistening tonsils flex in tandem with her sour breath. The thin uvula remains flattened at the top of her throat, eagerly held in place offering you an unobstructed passage into the goth’s body. And at every spec and inch of her throat, white viscous spittle paints your surroundings. The substance, designed to hasten your descent into her throat is ironically holding you firmly in place. Below, Agatha’s trachea clamps shut, her esophagus parting just barely giving you a glimpse of the tunnel that leads to her roiling stomach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e02df17de4b3436db9b93eee7e3e756b~mv2.png"> --- The tongue twitches behind you. She’s about to swallow… [[Continue|Agatha Stomach CHAOS]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 1]''// (text-colour:#6f956f)[“YES!”] Gilly triumphantly jumps up and down and plants her hands roughly onto the table, causing the thing to shake. You stumble briefly, Gilly’s excitement barely contained within her tiny form. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“OK, Gilly remember rules! Morsel grab one end of string, HURRY!”] You hesitate for a moment but remember that doing some tasks for the women will get you one step closer to finding Laura. Tentatively, you grasp one end of the length of string. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“3-2-1 GO!”] Gilly hollers out, before immediately surging her open maw towards the opposite end of string. Startled, you grip the cord firmly before Gilly’s pursed lips slurp up the other end in one quick motion. #(text-style:"blink")[SHLIP!] The rope glides against your palms FAST scouring you with rope burn. The sudden shock of pain causes you to release the string, the entire length slurped up into Gilly’s maw in an instant. #(text-style:"rumble")[THLLLIP! MMMMM! ] With the string now entirely in Gilly’s maw, she closes her eyes in desire before chewing up the candy. #(text-style:"blink")[CRNCH CRNCH CRNCH! ] #(text-style:"sway")[GLM!] Blah! Gilly spits out the now empty string onto the table in front of you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly win game! Yay for Gilly!”] Off to the side, Margo sighs. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Gilly, you were supposed to play tug of war FAIRLY with our friend.” ] Gilly looks over at Margo confused. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Huh? Gilly play game like the plan, no?” ] Agatha jumps in. (text-colour:#675b70)[“No, you literally wrenched it from their hands without warning. Jeez, now we’re out of candy…” ] Mistress Monrose chuckles. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha, no no, we will continue to play, yes?”] The voluptuous woman looks about her gallery and motions with her arms. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I keep tasty treats around here all the time, just find them my little fan and then you can play round two with our green friend here, yes? But if I catch you stealing my special old candy, there will be consequences!” ] Gilly looks at you apologetically. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Sorry Morsel, Gilly play nice next time!”] [[Continue|Gilly Idle]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''// Agatha smiles and slurs out, (text-colour:#675b70)[“That’s a good little bug, agree with your godgess!”] You don’t know if she’s aware that you’re just agreeing with her for the sake of it. Regardless, you play along with the bit. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mkay, I’m gonna put ya somewhere where all lil ones wanna go, trust meee, you’ll loooove it!” ]Agatha smiles a crooked grin before snatching you up in her smooth palms. She begins to draw you downwards beneath the booth. Holding you in position at her lap, Agatha looks to the left then right, ensuring that no one is watching the two of you, before lifting the hem of her dress. The lacey canopy allows a good amount of light in the relative inky black of her skirts giving you a quick glimpse of her smooth pudgy belly. But her hand continues to lower further until you reach the base of the booth’s seat. She drops you carelessly onto the velvety seat and nudges you with her finger towards her now ever prominent crotch. Lacey black panties stare back at you, wedged tight and deep into the folds of her pussy. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c2ce06521fe84131af29e6443aac85c5~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Go to town now little on, I know you waaana!” ] Agatha, ensuring that you can’t escape, tucks the hem of her dress beneath her thick thighs, sealing you in the warm environment. --- [[Continue|Agatha Upskirt]]

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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl]''// You stand at the entranceway to Meadows Mansion. Stone pillars flank you on either side, grand mahogany doors mark the doorway to the estate. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You'll never truly get used to the feeling of staring up at giants. The world from below is just so staggering along with the risks of being so tiny. You displace your anxiety and approach the Alt Girl. The thin, slightly tanned girl leans against the door casually, still preoccupied with her phone. One untied black converse sneaker props her up while the other one is pressed disrespectfully against the ornate door. Without glancing away from the phone, her free left hand grabs a small toothpick from the tight jean shorts pocket. She idly picks at her teeth. This girl is almost the complete opposite to the prim and proper guests you expected to be visiting Meadows Mansion. Yet, at the moment, she stands between you and the entrance and ultimately, a meeting with the Headmaster. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_604b9ca7c0804b2fbe783707af01c77a~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can wave and holler to get her (link: "attention")[(go-to: "attention")]. Or approach [[beneath her]]. Maybe there is a way under the door. Alternatively, you could head over to the [[Creepy Girl]] instead.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's LEFT Leg]''// You trek up and past the shoe and begin your climb up the slim tanned left leg of the Alt Girl. Small tiny hairs, stubble from a late shave, line the ridges of the girl's thin legs. You use these grabbing points to help with your ascent. Given the angle, you make your way up to just below her knee. Passing over the knobby bone, you now notice the skin begin to take on a lighter tone, as you notice the distinct tan line before you. The skin along her upper thigh is much smoother and supple. It seems like the Alt Girl keeps her more tender parts shaved regularly. The ascent becomes even steeper as you eventually reach the edge of her daisy dukes. Your heart begins to flutter as you make out a small gap in the edge of the short shorts. Staring behind you, the slope back downwards is still traversable, yet if you enter the shorts, it may be difficult to get out given their skin tight nature. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can enter the daisy dukes from the [[front|Front Daisy Dukes]]. Or you can head to the [[back|Scratch Caught]] Alternatively, you can slip back down to the [[left shoe|Climb left shoe]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl Stomach]''// ##GLP! ##GLP! ###(text-style:"sway")[GLmmm...] Swallowed. The pulsing walls of the Alt Girl's esophagus hug you tightly on either side as you are ushered towards her stomach. The tube opens beneath your feet before restricting your body once more, peristaltic motions moving you periodically. Soon, the thrumming of her heart fills your ears before slowly being replaced by a cacophonous rumble from deeper below. As you stare downwards, in the dim darkness, a tiny knot of flesh lies a couple feet beneath you as you remain stationary within the throat between bouts of peristalsis. The knot then dilates as a rush of muggy stale air rushes past you before the hole closes once more. Farther above, the giantess reacts to the sudden depressurization of her stomach. ##(text-style:"buoy")[UURP!] ##(text-colour:blue)["Excuse me!"] Then, your feet hit the flexing cardiac sphincter as you are squeezed tightly into her belly. There is a short freefall before you land within a swampy mire of thin liquid. Acrid stinging fluid, tinged with the heady scent of liquor fills your nostrils as you stare about the alien chamber you now find yourself within. All around you, pulsating ridges of pink move about, churning in rhythmic motions, intent on one goal: digestion. The sphincter above you is far out of reach, whilst the only other exit to this chamber is submerged deep beneath a lake of stinging acidic fluid. It appears the Alt Girl's stomach is mostly empty, yet now with a single occupant, the space gurgles loudly, readying for digestion. Suddenly, there is a loud thrumming sound from outside your organic chamber. ##(text-style:"blink")[THMP! THMP!] ##(text-colour:blue)["Sorry Pipsqueak! Maybe next time try not being such a douchebag to someone you just met, and then maybe you won’t end up as an appetizer. Ahehe."] The parting words of the Alt Girl resonate within the stomach, seemingly coming from all around you at once. Your eyes burn and sting as you try and wrack your brain for any opportunity to escape, yet unfortunately, little comes to mind... (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting this girl's stomach. After a couple of minutes, you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the Alt Girl reverberate around you, slightly muffled.] ##(text-style:,"blur")[(text-colour:blue)["That's not gonna work Pipsqueak, I got a strong stomach. Sit still, you'll be slop in no time."]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the stinging pool of liquid at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the acid you quickly locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength yet are unable to make an opening. Resurfacing, your eyes sting and burn as your skin begins to tingle red hot. Better not try that again...]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is far out of reach, periodically it opens a smidge to let out a tiny bit of your precious breathable air. Small airy burps can be heard from farther above...]] Having tried what you can, you can simply (text-colour:red)[[[accept your fate|Accept fate2]]] as an appetizer for the Alt Girl. Or possibly, you could try and hold on for just a bit longer... (after:45s)[[[Continue|Beth Regurgitation]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Rectum]''// You holler out from inside your confines in Gilly’s rectum. Through a series of taps and shouts, eventually the Gremlin Girl gets the gist of what you are trying to inform her of. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh, ok we go Morsel!”]] The stagnant fleshy world of Gilly’s rectum flexes and bounces with her movement, tightening periodically with peristalsis to keep you from falling too deep into her large intestines. Then, the rhythmic thumping of Gilly’s movements comes to a sudden stop. The clenching of her ribbed anal walls becomes impossibly tight as she attempts to excrete you. ##(text-style:"blur","sway")[HNNNG!] (if: $GillyGas is true)[You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around you as a deep ominous rumbling echoes out somewhere above you in her depths. The cheese must not be sitting well with her it seems. Then, there is a brief glimpse of light from below. Suddenly, the light is shut off once more. Currently in your pinned position, there is no way you can assist Gilly in removing yourself from the confines of her colon. As your breathing becomes labored from the tightness, you are suddenly relieved from her confines as the chamber widens considerably. A rush of fetid air billows from the upper tracts of her colon, carrying you towards the outer ridges of her anus. ##(text-style:"rumble")[PHHHRAP!] With a generous fart, you are shot out from the Gremlin Girls smelly insides onto the cold hard floor below. Above you, her smooth hairless asshole winks as small puttering toots bid you farewell. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ahh, better. There, Morsel is free to go!” ] [[Continue|East Hall Grate]]] (else:)[You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around you. Then, there is a brief glimpse of light from below. Suddenly, the light is shut off once more. Currently in your pinned position, there is no way you can assist Gilly in removing yourself from the confines of her colon. As your breathing becomes labored from the tightness, you are suddenly relieved from her confines as the chamber widens considerably. Then, with a push, you are shot out from the Gremlin Girls smelly insides onto the cold hard floor below. Above you, her smooth hairless asshole winks as small puttering toots bid you farewell. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ahh, better. There, Morsel is free to go!” ] [[Continue|East Hall Grate]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Rectum]''// You holler out from inside your confines in Gilly’s rectum. Through a series of taps and shouts, eventually the Gremlin Girl gets the gist of what you are trying to inform her of. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")[“Oh, ok we go Morsel!”]] The stagnant fleshy world of Gilly’s rectum flexes and bounces with her movement, tightening periodically with peristalsis to keep you from falling too deep into her large intestines. Then, the rhythmic thumping of Gilly’s movements comes to a sudden stop. The clenching of her ribbed anal walls becomes impossibly tight as she attempts to excrete you. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur","sway")[HNNNG!]] (if: $GillyGas is true)[You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around you as a deep ominous rumbling echoes out somewhere above you in her depths. The cheese must not be sitting well with her it seems. Then, there is a brief glimpse of light from below. Suddenly, the light is shut off once more. Currently in your pinned position, there is no way you can assist Gilly in removing yourself from the confines of her colon. As your breathing becomes labored from the tightness, you are suddenly relieved from her confines as the chamber widens considerably. A rush of fetid air billows from the upper tracts of her colon, carrying you towards the outer ridges of her anus. ##(text-style:"rumble")[PHHHRAP!] With a generous fart, you are shot out from the Gremlin Girls smelly insides onto the cold hard floor below. Above you, her smooth hairless asshole winks as small puttering toots bid you farewell. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ahh, better. There, Morsel is free to go!” ] [[Continue|Gilly Lab Travel]]] (else:)[You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around you. Then, there is a brief glimpse of light from below. Suddenly, the light is shut off once more. Currently in your pinned position, there is no way you can assist Gilly in removing yourself from the confines of her colon. As your breathing becomes labored from the tightness, you are suddenly relieved from her confines as the chamber widens considerably. Then, with a push, you are shot out from the Gremlin Girls smelly insides onto the cold hard floor below. Above you, her smooth hairless asshole winks as small puttering toots bid you farewell. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ahh, better. There, Morsel is free to go!” ] [[Continue|Lab Exploration2]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Rectum]''// You holler out from inside your confines in Gilly’s rectum. Through a series of taps and shouts, eventually the Gremlin Girl gets the gist of what you are trying to inform her of. ##(text-colour:grey)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh, ok we go Morsel!”]] The stagnant fleshy world of Gilly’s rectum flexes and bounces with her movement, tightening periodically with peristalsis to keep you from falling too deep into her large intestines. Then, the rhythmic thumping of Gilly’s movements comes to a sudden stop. The clenching of her ribbed anal walls becomes impossibly tight as she attempts to excrete you. ##(text-style:"blur","sway")[HNNNG!] (if: $GillyGas is true)[You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around you as a deep ominous rumbling echoes out somewhere above you in her depths. The cheese must not be sitting well with her it seems. Then, there is a brief glimpse of light from below. Suddenly, the light is shut off once more. Currently in your pinned position, there is no way you can assist Gilly in removing yourself from the confines of her colon. As your breathing becomes labored from the tightness, you are suddenly relieved from her confines as the chamber widens considerably. A rush of fetid air billows from the upper tracts of her colon, carrying you towards the outer ridges of her anus. ##(text-style:"rumble")[PHHHRAP!] With a generous fart, you are shot out from the Gremlin Girls smelly insides onto the cold hard floor below. Above you, her smooth hairless asshole winks as small puttering toots bid you farewell. (text-colour:grey)[“Ahh, better. There, Morsel is free to go!” ] [[Continue|The Lounge]]] (else:)[You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around you. Then, there is a brief glimpse of light from below. Suddenly, the light is shut off once more. Currently in your pinned position, there is no way you can assist Gilly in removing yourself from the confines of her colon. As your breathing becomes labored from the tightness, you are suddenly relieved from her confines as the chamber widens considerably. Then, with a push, you are shot out from the Gremlin Girls smelly insides onto the cold hard floor below. Above you, her smooth hairless asshole winks as small puttering toots bid you farewell. (text-colour:grey)[“Ahh, better. There, Morsel is free to go!” ] [[Continue|The Lounge]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Anal Battle]''// For a moment, the damp musty world about you grows still before the giantess goth calls out from far above. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Hmph, that’s it eh? Well, I’m certainly not convinced yet.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c46baf672e5c46679d3beb2857db863a~mv2.png"> --- Suddenly, the cheeks begin to close around you! Time to prepare. (text-style:"emboss")[^^(text-colour:yellow)[The following Sequence has quick time events. Be sure to make your choices swiftly! Keep in mind your health. A combination of Bracing or Stimulation is required depending on Agatha’s actions.]^^] (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Agatha Butt safe]] [[Stimulate Anus|Agatha Butt Damage]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Butt Damage]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Please the Creepy Girl's Ass]''// Face to face with the eight-foot-tall anus, the fingers holding you force your tiny frame up against the tacky surface. Sweat smears across your prone form, coating your body in her vile essence. The smell is oddly not off putting, instead the scent is neutral and earthy like the forest around you. Despite this, you can't help but gag with the knowledge that you are basically making out with the orifice this girl uses to defecate every day from. That being said, the taboo nature may appeal to your more sadistic side. #(text-colour:#675b70)["Now tiny, please your goddess in many ways or face her WRATH! Heh Heh!"] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_768eb839210a4488a3f68fd563bbe50d~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Asshole]<c1| [Lick Asshole]<c2| [Part Asshole]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The pulsating hole smells of freshly tilled soil. Surprisingly, the scent of ass or 'other' smells is vacant.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The anus pulses, threatening to draw in whatever enters its' domain. Nevertheless, you extend your tongue grazing over the lined ridges. The taste is reminiscent of skin, yet as you lick closer to the center, a strong bitterness fills your maw.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unwilling to play along with this vile game and fully pleasure the Creepy Girl, you can attempt to (text-colour:#633912)[(text-colour:red)[[[struggle|Asshole Crush]] ]]to free yourself. Although defying this girl may have dire consequences... []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You muster forth all of your strength, pushing both arms deep within the crushing vice grip of the Creepy Girl's tight anus. As if on its own, the whole dilates, opening with a quick squelch. Column like bands of anal slime connect the bottom and top of a narrow dark red tunnel. A waft of earthy air fills your senses. The heat is immense, causing you to begin to sweat. In rhythmic motions, the whole widens and closes periodically. Do you dare to venture (text-colour:#745e49)[[[deeper?|Deeper Ass]]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// (text-colour:#675b70)[“I knew it you fucking BASTARD! ] #(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] Lightning fast, Agatha’s flattened palm comes down upon your body with a wicked smack. Your form crumples beneath her hand, slick skin forcing you down into the hard wooden surface. You try and push against her palm with little to no success. Muffled, you hear the taunting words of the sadistic goth above. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Answer me you little shit, you think you can get the better of me, huh? Well, think again.”] Agatha's hand scoops up your body, holding you firmly between her thumb and index finger. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Man, you are certainly small, even for a minimized student. Wouldn’t be too hard to just pop you like a pill! Monrose said we could fuck with you as much as we wanted to, and that you would TRY and pleasure us. But if I just swallowed you down, there’d be no way for you to come back alive, heh. Maybe I should just do that, eh?” ] Slowly you are brought upwards towards the pale rounded face of the gothic giantess. Her gleaming purple red eyes flick about your nubile form. She licks her thin lips in anticipation before her yawning maw opens up with a slimly click. #(text-style:'sway')[MLaaah!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_19ed8b4ffeec42faaa603be5fe679a92~mv2.png"> --- Muggy stale breath heavy with the scent of spirits wafts from the slick cavern. Agatha’s mouth is coated with thick white spittle, no doubt dehydrated from a lack of water for some time. Rivulets of spit criss cross from the top to bottom of her muggy maw. Each breath tugs and pulls at the slivers of spittle, yet the tethers refuse to break. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Cmon you little fuck, feed yourself to me willingly and I proooomise not to swallow you down! Heh.”] She unfurls her palm, keeping you at the center expectantly. Her tongue unfurls onto her clammy hand like a red carpet leading you towards the cavernous entrance to her digestive system. --- [[Obey Agatha’s Command|Agatha Willing Vore]] – You hope her promise holds true. [[Jump Down|Jump Down2]] – No way she’s telling the truth. [[Counter Proposition]] – State how she wanted you in her snatch earlier. Tell her to moisten your body with spit before offering to please her pussy. --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

(set: $question1 to false) Best not to reveal too much. You decide to hide some details regarding your faculty, goals and what you have seen so far. Better to keep it safe. This woman can’t be trusted just as of yet. --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

(set: $question1 to false) You answer truthfully, explaining to the Professor Arc your faculty, goals at the Gala, and what you have witnessed thus far. --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Ass Punishment]''// Forcefully, with reckless abandon, your body is clasped tightly between now enclosed fingers. Darkness shrouds your form as your blood runs cold thinking just what the Creepy Girl may do to you. Your realm shifts and moves as you hear the girl begin to move about. The echoes of the Mansion's activities drown off in the distance. It appears the Creepy Girl is headed somewhere more private. Eventually she comes to a stop, and you hear her shift about into a seated position. Eventually, her palm opens, whilst her pointer finger and thumb hold you tightly. You are now located in what seems to be the small forest set in the backyard of the Mansion. Tiny fragments of moonlight illuminate the serene natural glow of the manicured space around you. It's beautiful, until the captor holding you twists her wrist around, replacing your moonlit view with a different kind of 'moon.' Before your very eyes, the pale porcelain ass of the Creepy Girl rests mere feet away from your held form. Her sinister gaze smiles down at you, black frazzled hair and lavender eyes giving her an almost witchy aesthetic. The girl is sitting on her knees, feet slightly spread apart with her panties drawn all the way down to her ankles. The black skirt covers the upper portions of her crack, while the wobbly lower cheeks hold firmly together. That is until her free hand reaches back towards her left cheek, spreading the globes apart. There nestled in the cleft is the Creepy Girl's tender pink anus, pulsing as if hungry for its next meal. (text-colour:#675b70)["All naughty tinies must be punished in the bowels of their goddess! Destined to be locked away in the dark DUNGEON that is my colon! AHAHAHAHAH!"] Her asshole flexes and pulses, punctuated by the cackles of her laughter. Caring little for a response from you, the Creepy Girl ushers your body towards the sphincter. [[Continue|Anal Pleasing]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Apologize]''// (set: $GreenBand to false) You profusely apologize for your actions. Sometimes, you can't help but succumb to these urges and try and explain it all to the Alt Girl. Her eyes roll, hearing you rhyme off your grievances. She lets out a sigh. Doing so, you catch a glimpse of a flashing bobble tongue piercing on her tongue. Maybe if you didn't tell the truth, you would get more acquainted with that piece of jewelry, and potentially what lies beyond it as well. (text-colour:blue)["Ya ya, ok save it Pipsqueak. That's enough." ] The fingers holding onto you become less aggressive as her palm unfurls allowing you to comfortably stand upon the surprisingly tender flesh. You can smell her lavender hand cream. (text-colour:blue)["Listen, Ms. Meduna said that tinies would be sneaking around the place; I assume it's part of the Headmistresses festivities for the evening. Not that I really care for it..."] The Alt Girl looks off to the side. (text-colour:blue)["Either way, just waltzing past the front door now won’t do you any good without a bronze bracelet." ] You recall the green bracelet wrapped around your wrist. (text-colour:blue)["Ya that won’t do you any good. If any of the patrons catch you running around inside without a bronze bracelet on, then you'll need to do them some favors, lest they report you to the mistresses, or worse..."] You shudder, no one told you at all that you would need further certification to enter the Gala. What kind of event was this really? (text-colour:blue)["Still, you at least have a green bracelet, which means you would be able to enter the premises safely without all sorts of bells and whistles going off. It's a very exclusive and private event after all. I simply came out here for a smoke but, turns out-"] The Alt Girl rummages through her pockets to reveal a crumpled pack of cigarettes. (text-colour:blue)["All out."] (text-colour:blue)["Anywho, if you weren't such a prick, I would have given you my spare bronze bracelet that Ms. Meduna gave to me. She said reward it to any WELL BEHAVED tinies that I find scurrying around."] You blush. (text-colour:blue)["Ya, not you Pipsqueak. But I'm a nice giantess, unlike some of the other girls around here."] The Alt Girl peers over towards the bushes out front, trying to lock onto the Creepy Girl you saw from earlier. (text-colour:blue)["Hmm, seems Agatha finally found her glasses, she can get a bit loopy without them. Sorry, I'm rambling now, this clientele isn’t really my style, I'm just here for my diploma. Say what, how’s about you do me a favor and I'll give you that bronze bracelet? That or you can try and see how long you last with just the green one"] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9c03eddef05440588a2c1396296b9012~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Accept the offer to do the Alt Girl a [[favor.]] [[Head inside|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]] with just the green bracelet.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Stomach]''// You can see far past the opening of the pyloric sphincter. It’s a tight chamber, much more so than the stomach. Gilly’s duodenum. A place where immense chemical digestion processes. The interior looks smoother than the stomach, inviting even. Yet the sounds emanating from that place are visceral. The smell is sour, stinging the interior of your nostrils. But the site is so tantalizing. It looks so smooth, so inviting, so warm. (text-style:"buoy")[Blrbl. ] Another deluge of digested cheesy slop is ferried towards the opening. This is your chance. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d625d7c219084cf18f7400113a480842~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:red)[ [[Enter]]] – Become one with Gilly. [[Back away|Gillys Stomach2]] – In there is death.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Toy for Agatha's Asshole]''// You muster up the courage and embrace your fate as nothing more than a butt plug for the plump goth. With your words her maniacal smile spreads even wider, if that were even possible. Thin cracked lips spread before shimmering with fresh saliva as Agatha’s greedy tongue slips out to from betwixt her teeth. (text-color:#675b70)[“Hah, you dirty bug! Had a taste of Margo’s asshole now you want some of mine, eh? What, hers too clean for ya or something?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_91f64e386c1e443d9fff11f7ad6abdd9~mv2.png"> --- Margo rolls her eyes, drumming her idle fingers against her tight butthole. (text-color:#de4a4a) [“Peh, whatever they want, I’ll still have my own fun.”] Margo goes to retrieve her practice plug from earlier, eager to tease her awaiting butthole once again. Suddenly, a chubby damp hand crashes into your body just as you emerge from beneath the couch. The strike knocks you on your ass, stars of light shimmering in your vision. (text-color:#675b70)[“That’s for fucking around earlier, you stupid bug!”] Dazed, you try and stumble to your feet, but instead you are lifted by the scruff between Agatha’s thumb and index finger. You dangle and sway through the air as you are carelessly dragged towards the hairy anus of your captor. Soon the bleariness in your vision fades just in time to lock onto the hungry hole that lies before you. (text-color:#675b70)[“That’s my stink hole little bug. And you’re going in it.”] The gothic giantess spreads her hairy pucker wide, revealing a pulsing tunnel, slick with beige fluid. The smell is earthy and tinged with something fouler; you can’t even imagine how much worse it will be on the inside. (text-color:#675b70)[“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum before me. I’m a lady after all.”] Agatha mumbles under her breath. (text-color:#675b70)[“I mean, not like you’ll be able to survive MY orgasm really…”] With that final promise, Agatha plants you roughly against the sticky hole, rubbing you against greasy folds before slipping you deeper into her rectum. [[Continue|Agatha Anus Chase]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Desire]''// Agatha holds out her index and middle fingers before you. A small dollop of fluid drips against the tabletop, slowly though, like a thick syrup. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fbf1599ce8c94f709e297f11b1b08fcb~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Fingers]<c1| [Lick Fingers]<c2| [Touch Fingers]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You approach the fingers; a heavy smell emanates from the outstretched digits. The scent is sour and musty, akin to an overripe lemon, not off putting but definitely oppressive. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You must sample the flavor of the sticky fingers. Tongue outstretched; you begin to lap up at some of the aromatic love juice. A sudden explosion of tang dances across your maw. A mixture of perspiration and Agatha’s own personal sour brand of flavor dances across your tongue. It’s almost, delicious in its own right. The stickiness remains on your tongue even after you finish sampling her pussy juice. ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You reach out with a tentative hand and place it upon her massive digit. At your scale her index finger is as wide and long as a medium sized tree. Placing your palm against her outstretched finger, a wet shlick greets your eardrums as you make contact. The fluid is VERY sticky and coagulates on your hand quite fast. You try and pull away and it takes more effort than you would have thought. ]] --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, I knew you couldn’t resist, you naughty little thing.”] Agatha’s same slimy fingers pat your head, leaving behind a crusty white residue. Her scent lingers in the air around you, a not too unpleasant smell that is almost a bit too distracting. The giantess pulls away her digits before inserting them into her own mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SHLURP! Smack! ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d08e35a1a66549bbabaffcb927c889a5~mv2.png"> --- With a greedy sucking slurp, Agatha closes her eyes in delight before thoroughly cleaning off her fingers of her own juices. #(text-colour:#675b70)[Mmmm…] She wipes her wet fingers on her black dress messily before her eyes lock upon you once more. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6ff9b1ce37334841860cd23d1a2dcd9e~mv2.png"> --- [[Ask Agatha to show you her behind]] – You already had some fun earlier, how about seconds? [[Approach Agatha’s Midsection]] – Her belly, covered by a layer of thin black cloth, rests against the edge of the table. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Tummy]''// Agatha’s face scrunches up in confusion. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eh? What you think I ate her or something?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1947d237e6f346bbb960962230294565~mv2.png"> --- The Goth Girl stares down at her own pudgy tummy and taps it lightly. (text-colour:#675b70)[“I mean, I am pretty drunk so I wouldn’t be TOO surprised if a Minimized student or two got caught up in one of my drinks from earlier…”] Her fingers drum over her round belly idly. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1a8f80d1769045019d53b0a4f4c39242~mv2.png"> --- This girl is a strange one, that’s for sure. Whether it’s the alcohol talking or if she genuinely consumes your colleagues on a regular basis is hard to say. Either way, your blood begins to pump faster in your veins with the knowledge that Laura or other people could be nestled deep inside Agatha’s stomach at this very moment. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Whatever, have a go at it, I don’t care really. Just don’t take too long.”] The Goth Girl leans a bit closer to the edge of the table. Given the scale of her stomach, pudgy but not too large, Agatha doesn’t need to move much to ensure that you’ll have a good reach at her belly. #(text-style:"buoy")[Bluble! ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b4705c936cee495aa48ffce3ea248fc9~mv2.png"> --- The bouncy tummy flesh squeezes gingerly onto the tabletop, only about an inch or so. You walk up towards the massive black wall of silken cloth. Agatha’s dress is lacy and obsidian, intricate designs weaved into the fabric. Upon closer inspection you notice swirling black roses mixed in with skulls that form the patterned design running along her belly. You brush your hand against the fabric. The surface is cool and subtly smooth. You begin to lean in to get a listen before Agatha shifts. (text-colour:#675b70)[“I mean, if you REALLY wanna get a good listen then lemme help ya a bit.”] Nonchalantly, Agatha pulls up her dress from the bottom hem, bunching it up just below her breasts to reveal her pale pudgy belly, bare to the world. (text-colour:#675b70)[“There, now you can REALLY hear the sounds of my dinner digesting! Go on, don’t be shy now that I’ve given you what you want.”] Heeding Agatha’s words, you once more place your palms and head against the massive porcelain white wall of flesh before you. Still, the flesh is cold, layers of fat giving off a coolness that is abrupt at first, but slowly your own body heat melds with her own. You can hear tiny organic squirts from within, but they are barely perceivable. You glance above and notice Agatha’s eyes are closed, and her lips are gently parted. Her cheeks are also somewhat flushed. Delicately, Agatha whispers down so only you can hear her. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, your body feels nice against my skin.”] --- [[Hug Agatha’s Belly]] – Reach out with both arms to increase your surface area. This would warm her more. [[Back Away|Agatha Idle]] – Her belly is silent. Not much else to glean from here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Toy for Agatha's Pussy]''// You muster up the courage and embrace your fate as nothing more than a dildo once more for the plump goth. With your words her maniacal smile spreads even wider, if that were even possible. Thin cracked lips spread before shimmering with fresh saliva as Agatha’s greedy tongue slips out to from betwixt her teeth. (text-color:#675b70)[“Fuck yes, you’re gonna feel so good raw inside me!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_91f64e386c1e443d9fff11f7ad6abdd9~mv2.png"> --- Margo rolls her eyes, drumming her idle fingers against her tight pussy. She idly plays with herself, curiously watching the scene that unfolds. Suddenly, a chubby damp hand crashes into your body just as you emerge from beneath the couch. The strike knocks you on your ass, stars of light shimmering in your vision. (text-color:#675b70)[“That’s for fucking around earlier, you stupid bug!”] Dazed, you try and stumble to your feet, but instead you are lifted by the scruff between Agatha’s thumb and index finger. You dangle and sway through the air as you are carelessly dragged towards the hairy snatch of your captor. Soon the bleariness in your vision fades just in time to lock onto the hungry maw that lies before you. (text-color:#675b70)[“That’s my love hole little bug. And you’re going in it.”] The gothic giantess spreads her hairy pussy lips wide, revealing a pulsing tunnel, slick with white discharge. The smell is acrid and sour, and you can’t even imagine how much worse it will be on the inside. (text-color:#675b70)[“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum before me. I’m a lady after all.”] Agatha mumbles under her breath. (text-color:#675b70)[“I mean, not like you’ll be able to survive MY orgasm really…”] With that final promise, Agatha plants you roughly against the sweltering lips, rubbing you against her tiny clit before slipping you deeper into her folds. [[Continue|Agatha Vag Chase]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Asshole]''// You decide to approach Gilly’s asshole. You surmise that you would most likely drown in her pussy. Maybe you can safely nestle in her butt crack as opposed to diving straight into her shithole. As you get closer to her gargantuan behind, the heavy scent of sweat immediately fills your nostrils, replacing the damp of the tunnels. This girl’s crack is sweltering, completely dripping with perspiration. You’d definitely slip between her cheeks in an instant given her crawling pace through these tunnels. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_20b6ef4d0ab243b995245bc1b958185c~mv2.png"> --- Upon closer inspection, you can make out the thick radial lines of Gilly’s tight green asshole. The orifice remains still, slickened by her bodily fluids. Despite its tightness, you expect the entrance into that hole to be quite easy, given its sweaty lubrication. Carefully, you reach out towards the sphincter. As you plant your palm against the sweaty, sticky hole, it immediately flexes in response, drawing your arm inwards in a vice like grip. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“EHHHH?! Morsel wants in my poo hole?!”] You pause, obviously getting the wrong message from Gilly as to where to go. You try and pull your arm free, but the grip of her anus is too tight. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“AHAHAHAH! Silly Morsel, that’s where Snacko O’s exit, never enter!”] With each laugh, the asshole clenches violently against your arm, drawing you in more up to your shoulder. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“And that’s because…” ] Then, Gilly’s asshole draws inwards sharply. Your face is pulled towards the tight embrace of her inner asshole. The salty sweat now drenches your side completely. The already immense heat upon your arm suddenly gets even hotter. Then, the asshole balloons outwards, a tiny gape the size of your head forming at the center of her anus. ##(text-style:"shudder")[PHHRAP!] A quick hot fart escapes from her asshole, revealing the inner world of Gilly’s rectum for a brief instant. Your arm is freed as you are pushed backwards by the fetid wind. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“It’s stinky in there!”] You are freed from the clutches of her asshole, the hole winking at you, almost apologetically. Wiping away the slickness of Gilly’s sweat from your face, you stare in shock suddenly as you see a singular digit from the girl’s free hand headed straight for you. Before you can react, the finger pummels into your back. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“But, if Morsel wants in, I will let Morsel go into Gilly’s bum!”] You are shoved forcefully forwards, once more face planting against the tight green anus, slickened by her salty sweat. Gilly flexes her anus in anticipation for your entrance, widening the hole as your head enters the expanse. Unceremoniously, you are shoved into the Gremlin Girl’s anus headfirst. --- [[Continue|Gilly Rectum]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Pussy]''// You decide to approach Gilly’s pussy. With the way she has splayed her holes, you govern that she is most likely referring to her vagina as opposed to her anus. As you get closer a musty aroma begins to fill your senses. The damp smell of sweat combined with the girl’s own natural lubricants sends your head ablaze with a mix of arousal and disdain. It appears Gilly doesn’t wash all too often. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_30b42c05bc714863bd08fb8491548539~mv2.png"> --- As you near the heavy green labial lips you notice a tender pink glow peaks out betwixt them. The inner vaginal canal is barely in view, covered over by a semi opaque sheen of thick mucus. Beads of sweat run down alongside the heavy lips. She’s definitely worked up a sweat in her most tender crevices. An arms reach now away from her genitals you notice a tender pink nub resting against the ground beneath you, covered by a sheath of flesh. Her clit. Above it, a small divot forms that eventually rises higher to where her vaginal hole would be behind the sheen of fluids. You plant your hands upon either side of the entrance to her pussy. The divide, although nearly twice your size in height, is impossibly tight. Unsure of a way to get past the slick barrier of mucous, Gilly instead brings her free hand back towards her rear. Her index and middle fingers then part the labial lips wide, revealing a slick pulsing tunnel. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Get in Morsel!”] With her words of assurance, the tender pink tunnel flexes too and fro. Long semi opaque strings of mucous connect the top and bottoms of the vaginal canal. A waft of sour air fills your noise as wet shlicking sounds echo out in front of you. Steeling yourself, you plunge both arms inwards towards the tunnel of love, the slickness of her muscles propelling you into the tight passage with relative ease. --- [[Continue|Gilly Vagina]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You stand before Gilly's face. Here, the roaring sounds of her cute snores rumble past you in deep mouthy breaths. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[zzzZZZZZ! Snrk…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c1370904537c4f938ffe7b397b8010d6~mv2.png"> --- Up close, you notice Gilly’s hair drapes daintily down her round forehead and cheeks, the tassel-like strands fluttering with each exhale. Caught in the way of each billowing breath, you falter as the warm muggy air careens into your form. The scent is hot and sour with slightly cheesy undertones. Gilly’s lips are also slightly parted, a rivulet of drool dribbles slowly down the side of her bottom lip. The flow is laminar, glistening, still and almost serene. A steady deluge of thick crystal-clear saliva that settles into an ever-growing pool of viscous fluid adjacent to Gilly’s round chin. Mesmerized by the beauty of the world at your scale, you snap yourself back into reality before deciding your next actions. --- [[Approach her ear]] – You can try to wake her up with some noise. [[Approach her mouth]] – The sight is tantalizing. What could possibly go wrong getting closer to the maw of a sleeping giantess? [[Approach Gilly’s side]] – Perhaps there is a way around her? [[Go Back|Tunnels C]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Side]''// You approach Gilly’s side, travelling along her arched body. As you get nearer to her abdomen you can now make out in the dim light the remainder of the western passage. Gilly isn’t stuck, but instead is resting her ass in a small divot of soil. Scratch marks run along the top and bottom of the passage, with neat little piles of soil building up along the ground. Seems like Gilly is digging the tunnels further and is most likely taking a little rest at the moment. This is where the tunnel ends currently. As you begin to turn around, you can’t help but stare at the tiny paunch of flesh that is Gilly’s tummy. The thin semi translucent layer of the gremlin girl’s dark leotard does little to hide her emerald skin tone. The little swell of belly hangs idly, moving slowly upwards and downwards with each of her snores. During each inhale, the translucency of the garment reaches its apex, threatening to rip through the fabric. #(text-style:"sway")[Ggrrmm…] A tiny rumble emanates from its core, farther down past her belly button. Seems like she is currently digesting something, her body hard at work processing food. --- [[Get a closer look]] – You are fascinated by her belly’s motions. Travelling beneath it could give you a closer look. [[Return to her face|Approach Gilly’s face]] – With the passage incomplete, you can instead head back.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''//(set: $BQuest to 2) (if: $MargoNew is true) [You approach directly in front of the Bodyguard’s sightline; with a casual wave you hail her down. Her absent-minded gaze and somewhat nervous demeanor shifts when she catches sight of you. Suddenly, her eyes lighten up. A timid smile forms at the edges of her thin lips. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh, oh my gosh a minimized student! Nice to meet you friend, my name is Margo.” She lets out a breath of relief. “Phew, I thought I wasn’t going to any other friendly people here!” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_85b20d85abe444c6b012b136e5f8f32c~mv2.png"> --- She then blushes slightly, an awkward silence forming between the two of you before blurting out, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey so, if you haven’t noticed yet, when I’m not on duty I can be a bit…well shy.” She grumbles. “I didn’t even want to come to the Lounge, but Mistress Monrose demanded it for some reason, saying that it was fine if I left my post for the time being. Regardless, I have trouble talking with people I don’t really know.” Her blue eyes, revealed fully with her glasses over her forehead, fixate on you with fondness. “But…I’m glad you’re here though!”] Margo smiles warmly. With renewed vigor, the off-duty bodyguard reaches for her mug of beer, taking an extra second to check if any minimized students are taking a dip. She tilts the half full beer up high, bringing the beverage up to her lips. There’s quite a bit of beer still in there, but after only a handful of seconds, the woman drains the entire glass. Slamming the empty mug onto the tabletop, Margo shakes her head and shuts her eyes firmly, some of her loose bun coming undone. PAH! (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“That’s some refreshing stuff!” ] #(text-style:"rumble")[HUUURAP!] Margo lets loose a mighty belch, bringing both hands up suddenly to her mouth.(text-colour:#de4a4a)[ “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, hehe!” ] The two of you chat for some time, discussing your endeavors in the Gala thus far. The conversation is light and warm. You realize that this woman is not so stuffy and official as she lays on when you encountered her earlier in the foyer. After a generous amount of time passes, Margo absently taps her empty mug of beer. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey friend, do you think you could do me a favor and get me a new drink from the bartender? I’m feeling a good buzz coming on and I don’t wanna lose it! I mean, I was instructed to come to the Lounge by Monrose, so might as well enjoy myself, right?” ] You nod in agreement; more drinks are always fun, and you’ve been enjoying the conversation thus far. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, and before you go, surprise me with whatever drink you think I would like best!”] Margo gives you a little wave before twirling her loosening red bun in her fingertips. (link:"Head to the Central Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")] ] (if: $MargoFriend is true) [You approach directly in front of Margo’s sightline; with a casual wave you hail her down. Her absent-minded gaze and somewhat nervous demeanor shifts when she catches sight of you. Suddenly, Margo’s eyes light up in recognition. A timid smile forms at the edges of her thin lips. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh, oh my gosh friend, is that you?” Margo lets out a breath of relief. “Phew, I thought I wasn’t going to know anyone here!” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_85b20d85abe444c6b012b136e5f8f32c~mv2.png"> --- She then blushes slightly, an awkward silence forming between the two of you before blurting out, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey so, if you haven’t noticed yet, when I’m not on duty I can be a bit…well shy.” She grumbles. “I didn’t even want to come to the Lounge, but Mistress Monrose demanded it for some reason, saying that it was fine if I left my post for the time being. Regardless, I have trouble talking with people I don’t really know.” Her blue eyes, revealed fully with her glasses over her forehead, fixate on you with fondness. “But…I’m glad you’re here though!”] Margo smiles warmly. With renewed vigor, the off-duty bodyguard reaches for her mug of beer, taking an extra second to check if any minimized students are taking a dip. She tilts the half full beer up high, bringing the beverage up to her lips. There’s quite a bit of beer still in there, but after only a handful of seconds, the woman drains the entire glass. Slamming the empty mug onto the tabletop, Margo shakes her head and shuts her eyes firmly, some of her loose bun coming undone. PAH! (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“That’s some refreshing stuff!” ] #(text-style:"rumble")[HUUURAP!] Margo lets loose a mighty belch, bringing both hands up suddenly to her mouth.(text-colour:#de4a4a)[ “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, hehe!” ] The two of you chat for some time, discussing your endeavors in the Gala thus far. The conversation is light and warm. You realize that this woman is not so stuffy and official as she lays on when you encountered her earlier in the foyer. After a generous amount of time passes, Margo absently taps her empty mug of beer. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey friend, do you think you could do me a favor and get me a new drink from the bartender? I’m feeling a good buzz coming on and I don’t wanna lose it! I mean, I was instructed to come to the Lounge by Monrose, so might as well enjoy myself, right?” ] You nod in agreement; more drinks are always fun, and you’ve been enjoying the conversation thus far. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, and before you go, surprise me with whatever drink you think I would like best!”] Margo gives you a little wave before twirling her loosening red bun in her fingertips. (link:"Head to the Central Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")] ] (if: $MargoMad is true) [ You approach directly in front of Margo’s sightline; whether you have a death wish or believe yourself to be invincible cannot be said for certain. Her absent-minded gaze and somewhat nervous demeanor shifts when she catches sight of you. Suddenly, Margo’s eyes light up in recognition. Her eyebrows furrow and her thin lips go rigid. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hmm, it’s you, Ant. Didn’t I tell you if I caught sight of you again that you would just be a red stain between my palms?” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ff6eae03386a499e9268b91eb3585d9f~mv2.png"> --- You suddenly begin to regret your decisions. You look for a means of escape when all too soon, twin monolithic callused palms encase you on either side, trapping you between them. Then, they slowly begin to close. The walls of her palms are too clammy and tall to climb, you’re currently at the Bodyguard’s mercy. Slowly, the palms press against your sides, like rigid rows of tough rubber, you’re squeezed, the air rushing out of your body like a deflating balloon. Then, the pressure ceases for just a moment. Margo growls her next words, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’re lucky Ant, I am currently off duty, so disposing of vagrants is not currently mandatory of me.”] The palms squeeze a bit tighter. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Apologize, Ant. Do this, and I’ll spare you. But this is your last warning, if I see you again, I’ll smash you to bits.”] As if to emphasize the fact, the rubbery palms squeeze even harder as you feel your bones begin to creak. #(text-style:"shudder")[“ANSWER ME, NOW!”] --- [[Apologize|Margo Spared]] – She’s going to squish you; this is the only way out. (text-colour:red)[ [[Call her Bluff]]] – There’s no way she would actually squish you, right? ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// Carefully glancing towards the towering Bodyguard, you notice that her stare is affixed dead ahead as you tinker with the Trip Laser. Passing by the device, you hold your breath and thankfully garner no visible response from the unaware giantess. You let out a sigh. --- [[Approach Underneath the Bodyguard]] – You may be able to scale her if you are careful. [[Head Towards the Stairs]] – The pathway to the second floor is close by. [[Return to Entrance Foyer|Entrance Foyer]]

You muster up the courage and embrace your fate as nothing more than a living human butt plug for the athletic woman. With your words her ridged smile spreads even wider, if that were even possible. Below, her butthole winks in anticipation for your arrival. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Gosh you’re such a predictable little Ant, eager to play around in my butthole again hm?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_41fc64d9a0034caeb4c9d85b70549e58~mv2.png"> --- Agatha just pouts off to the side, harumphing as she goes off to find her dildo. Without warning, Margo slaps her hand down hard onto your body, flattening you against the plush carpet. The force crushes your front hard against her calloused hand, Margo doesn’t want to take any chances of you weaseling out of this one. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“HA! You’re mine now!” ] Still flattened to the ground, the fingers curl inwards, forming a cage of rough flesh, locking you into the sweaty confines of her hand. You curl up into a small ball, shivering in anticipation. The world shifts as you’re brought forwards, lacking the characteristic gentle motions that the non-subjugated Margo had. Then, the fist lightly unfurls, just enough to give you a view forward but not enough to escape. There, you see the tight coffee colored butthole, glistening with a mixture of perspiration and desire. (text-color:#de4a4a)[Haaaa. “Get ready little Ant, my asshole is going to crush you HARD so much so it’ll squeeze all the juices out of your body into MINE!”] Shoom! Without warning, you’re pressed forwards into her sweltering fuzzy butthole. SPLAP! Darkness as tight wrinkly folds close in behind you. [[Continue|Margo Rectum]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Abs]''// (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, ok sure if you want to.”] Margo stands up from her seat and lowers herself slightly so that her belly is pushed up against the side of the table. In a hushed tone, Margo awkwardly averts your gaze before stating, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Sorry if I smell a bit ripe. This dress is pretty tight as you know, and I’ve been sweating all evening because of it. Finding stuff that fits is just so hard…”] You approach the edge of the table. Unlike some of the other women, Margo’s tummy is taught, trim and fit. She wasn’t lying about her perspiration either. As you get closer to her belly, you notice that the brown cloth of her dress is stuck tight against her abdomen due to the collection of sweat. The scent isn’t off putting, despite Margo’s worry. There’s almost no bad smell, other than the subtle saltiness you’d maybe find at a gym. What does entice you, however, is the scent of rose that now intermixes with her own feminine aroma. You’ve heard that colognes and perfumes are meant to mix with one’s own organic sweats to form a unique intoxicating blend. You inhale the deep rich smell of Margo’s body. From above, the bodyguard seems to notice this and glances down at you. For a moment, you’re the one that’s embarrassed, but her gaze is focused on you without any form of judgement. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3dbe96a871424d82b296e49ca0c3fb14~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Does it smell good? I applied some more perfume before coming into the Gallery. I bought a really expensive brand, saved up a lot for it.” ]Margo’s candid smile lingers on her face, pleased that you are enjoying yourself. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You can get closer if you want to.”] With Margo’s consent, you approach, now close enough to touch her body. You reach out a tentative palm, resting it upon her abdomen. As you make contact, she flinches. Abdominal muscles flex beneath her tight dress, rippling across your palm. The surface is solid like steel. You’re caught off guard for a moment, but soon realize that this massive giantess houses a wall of muscle that is entirely larger and stronger than your own strength combined. Heck, pound for pound you don’t even come close to Margo’s own strength. But like a gentle giant, you feel no sense of danger this close to the massive woman. That is until the unconscious mechanisms of her body call out towards you. #(text-style:"sway")[GROGL.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_faba1d3e451a4b5da71a6244c8d79d0e~mv2.png"> --- A deafening high-pitched growl echoes out from beyond the fine wall of cloth and muscle. Margo’s stomach does not differentiate between friends or food. You recall the reason why you approached her belly. The hope that she didn’t swallow Laura… (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Aha, sorry about that, I skipped lunch today. Seems like my tummy isn’t quite satisfied with just beer.” ] With this statement you are reassured that Margo most definitely didn’t eat your Minimized colleague. Or perhaps she did to quell her hunger? You shiver, hoping for the former. --- [[Ask Margo if she’s hiding Laura]] – Margo wouldn’t lie to you, right? [[Ask Margo to show you her behind]] – You don’t know how she’ll respond to this request, but still you need to be thorough. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

You muster up the courage and embrace your fate as nothing more than a living human dildo for the athletic woman. With your words her ridged smile spreads even wider, if that were even possible. Below, her sweltering pussy begins to flow with a fresh deluge of clear fluids. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Ahh YES! Good choice little Ant!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_41fc64d9a0034caeb4c9d85b70549e58~mv2.png"> --- Agatha just pouts off to the side, harumphing as she goes off to find her dildo. Without warning, Margo slaps her hand down hard onto your body, flattening you against the plush carpet. The force crushes your front hard against her calloused hand, Margo doesn’t want to take any chances of you weaseling out of this one. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“HA! You’re mine now!”] Still flattened to the ground, the fingers curl inwards, forming a cage of rough flesh, locking you into the sweaty confines of her hand. You curl up into a small ball, shivering in anticipation. The world shifts as you’re brought forwards, lacking the characteristic gentle motions that the non-subjugated Margo had. Then, the fist lightly unfurls, just enough to give you a view forward but not enough to escape. There, you see the tight and trim creamy pussy lips, glistening with a mixture of perspiration and desire. (text-color:#de4a4a)[Haaaa. “Get ready little Ant, my pussy is going to crush you HARD so much so it’ll squeeze all the juices out of your body into MINE!”] Shoom! Without warning, you’re pulled forwards into her sweltering pussy lips. #SPLAP! Darkness as supple wet lips close in behind you. [[Continue|Margo Vagina]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Transfixed by the Creepy Girl's Rear]''// Hypnotized by the Creepy Girl's swaying behind, you slowly approach in hopes of getting a better look. As you walk carefully through the grassy terrain, you find the perfect angle just below her generous rear curves. From here, now squarely positioned beneath her butt, you see underneath her black skirt, bearing witness to the rosy, pink skull patterned panties. The extremely short skirt does little to hide her underwear, even from your vantage point in the shrubs, but from underneath, every bit of detail is set out before you. The top of her panties is wedged deep within the cleft of her ass. The hungry butt shifts with her searching movements, yet the slip of cloth wedged between the cheeks stick firm. Due to this tightness, you also notice, down below, the unmistakable swell of her lower lips pressed tightly against the fabric. The generous camel toe hides little from the imagination. Along the exterior of the panty’s perimeter, you notice stray wispy black hairs, both near where her vagina and asshole would be located. Obviously, it seems this girl does little in taking care of her own personal grooming. With your mouth slack, staring up at the heavens above, you hardly notice the details of her rear are getting clearer and clearer. That is until you realize the girl is going to sit down, on top of you! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2018617f805d4c0a97188a2b0e920212~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Snap yourself out of the daze and [[dodge|Dodge]] out of the way. [[Stay perfectly still|Butt Squish]], from here you'll end up safely nestled in her cleft. (text-colour:red)[[[Accept your fate|Squished]]] as a stain underneath the Creepy Girl's Rear.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// Bit by bit, using every ounce of guile you have, your approach towards the massive Bodyguard is uninhibited. As you get closer, the monumental black wall of the giantess’s boot stands impeccably still, unwavering. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ba09c57c8bba4eb2a1357ca13cdb85aa~mv2.png"> --- This giantess stands affixed like a stone statue guarding the entrance to the Manor’s 2nd floor. Thankfully for you, this means little to no possibility of her accidentally squishing you underneath her boot soles with any kind of idle movements. You look upwards. The sight is like staring at a massive skyscraper from street level. The scope of the Bodyguard's body is so massive that from underneath you can’t even see her face given her massive breast line obscuring the sight. The generous orbs hang idly, still, barely held within her blouse. (if: $RedBand is false)[ You glance over towards the side and also notice a Red Band hanging idly off her wrist. Your prize.] --- [[Climb her Boot]] - Should be easy enough to climb the static shoe. [[Go Back|Approach Margo Stealthily]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You get closer to the monumental crimson heel. Idly, the shoe rises up then taps loudly on the ground below in tandem with the music. You notice that the heel portion of Mistress Monrose’s shoe stays firmly planted to the ground. This would be an opportune spot to climb. You relay this information to the other minimized students. Carefully, you all avoid the slamming front of the giantess’s massive foot. Each tremor causes your bones to shake within your frame. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0f5126812f6146f59e1f5705cdc441af~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blink")[THIMP, THIMP!] The lot of you are transfixed with the sheer scale of her thumping foot. Your whole troupe, a group of no more than 5, could fit all together beneath Mistress Monrose’s thumping sole. #(text-style:"rumble")[BAHAHAHAH!] Mistress Monrose laughs heartily from far above, clenching her eyes shut as she sways about atop her stool. A monumental woman, laughing as if cognizant of her massive stature in comparison to your tiny group. Suddenly, the cautious girl screams, breaking the group out of their stupor. “Watch out, from above!!” Craning your head upwards you notice that a deluge of spilled wine is careening towards your group! A heavy splash lands upon 3 other members, leaving you and the cautious girl splashed yet unharmed. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Whoopsie Daisy! I should be more careful, don’t want to waste this fine vintage.” ] Thinking quickly, you know that Mistress Monrose is about to look down towards you and the cautious girl. You’ll need to decide what to do fast! --- [[Hide!]] – Its too late for the others, best to hide for now. [[Stand Firm!]] – You don’t know how Mistress Monrose will respond to minimized students below her, but this could be a chance to get her attention.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You get closer to Gilly’s massive right ear. The auditory organ is bigger than that of a normal girl’s and slightly pointed at the end. At the moment, the ear is slightly drooped and relaxed. --- [[Make some noise]] – From here, this will definitely wake her. [[Tickle her earlobe]] – You can try and be more subtle.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You’ve had an affinity for Gilly’s maw up until this point and with her sleeping prone, you can’t help but get just a little bit closer. As you approach, each muggy breath threatens to sweep you off your feet. #(text-style:"sway")[ZZZZZZ! Slrp…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0fcc0289c74b49cab37810834a68b39b~mv2.png"> --- A small dribble of saliva is drawn back upwards past her dainty lips with a tiny bit of suction. Then, the flow resumes once more. You step forward, the ground moist and warm from the growing pool of saliva. Higher above, Gilly’s small nostrils remain still. Seems like she is primarily a mouth breather, but that’s no surprise for you. Even higher, her eyes flutter periodically letting out bits of orange light beneath her eyelids. Then there are Gilly’s lips. Thin little lines of semi chapped rosy flesh. You can make out every tiny imperfection this close up. Flecks of dry skin, the sheen of saliva and the gradient to smoother flesh closer to her mouth’s interior. Resting behind the lippy barrier are pointy rows of teeth, two large fangs standing vigil on either end of her maw. This girl’s mouth, a simple orifice she uses every day for mastication, to you, is like another world entirely. With your fascination decently satisfied, you can decide how to proceed. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Touch the Pool of Spit]<c1| [Smell]<c2|]] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You lean down and draw your hand through the ever growing pool of saliva. The consistency is somewhat sticky and lukewarm. Tethers form between your fingertips. Smells sour.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You draw in a heavy breath. It’s almost difficult to breathe this close to her maw. Gilly’s exhales, no doubt filled with carbon dioxide, almost replacing all of the oxygen in your environment. Still the muggy air is breathable, albeit smelling slightly tangy. Is that a hint of cheese?]] --- [[Touch her Lips]] – You need to know how they feel! [[Back Away|Approach Gilly’s face]] – You’ve had your fun. Best to stay safe.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Candy String]''// You get closer to the coiled-up string, affixed with a handful of those circular chalky candies. Seems like many of the pieces are missing already, no doubt the fragments of the lost candy somewhere deep within Gilly’s stomach. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, Morsel play with Gilly now, yes!”] You don’t really know what kind of game Gilly is referring to with this string, but it no doubt must have something to do with the candies, what little remains that is. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_71284136141548e09bd6158b4080cc8e~mv2.png"> --- [[Agree to Play Gilly’s Game]] [[Refuse for Now|Gilly Idle]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[The Bar - Cherries]''//(set: $Cherry to true)(set: $MQuest to it + 1) You get closer to the glass bowl, filled to the brim with red glossy cherries. Sticky smudges of syrup line the inside and outside of the bowl, allowing you climb up the low sloped surface with relative ease. You chomp down a couple of bites for yourself, the sticky sweet flavor filling you with delicious delight. All too soon you become stuffed. You gaze down at the cherry you most recently chomped on. A mere quarter of the thing is gone from your snack, and you’re already full. A single cherry is but a snack for the giantesses you’ve encountered thus far. The sheer disparity in your sizes and appetites is humbling. You grab a couple extra cherries for the road and leap off the bowl back towards the bar top. --- (if: $BQuest is 1)[ [[Go Back|Sneak Around Margo]]] (if: $BQuest is 2)[ [[Go Back|Sneak Around Margo]]] (if: $BQuest is 3)[ [[Go Back|Sneak Around Margo]]] (if: $BQuest is 4)[ [[Go Back|Bar Top Margo]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Dildo]''// (set: $CouchE to 2) You get closer to the upright plastic dildo placed just in front of Agatha. The cylindrical phallic device is about three times your height, almost 7 inches tall. Entirely translucent, the shaft is dotted throughout with tiny holes. At the base is a ridged cap with a large bottom. Agatha notices you scrutinize her dildo and perks up, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Looking at your new home eh tiny?”] Your heart skips a beat after hearing her sudden candid statement. You immediately surmise that this dildo is for housing minimized students. You gulp, if you want that silver band, you’ll need to heed Mistress Monrose’s orders and play along with her little games by pleasuring these giantesses. The things you do for this school…Still, it’s far better than being shoved up Agatha’s snatch raw without a protective casing. Heck could even be fun…if she doesn’t get too out of hand. Without warning, Agatha reaches out and turns the dildo onto its side. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Look, I’ve been waiting to try out this bad boy for a while now, so let’s not beat around the bush, tiny.”] Like a ravenous beast, crazed with desire, Agatha begins turning the base of the dildo before popping off the end like a cap. The hollow interior stares back at you. It’ll be a tight fit, that’s for sure. Agatha lingers with the cap for a moment, inspecting the plastic, squinting past her rounded glasses. (text-colour:#675b70)[“EH!? NO WAY!”] Fiddling with the end, she opens a small compartment, revealing an empty slot in the base of the dildo that would fit a small battery. (text-colour:#675b70)[“This thing can VIBRATE!?”] Agatha switches her gaze towards you, now devilish and even more crazed, if that were even possible. A deep reverberating chuckle emanates from above. (text-colour:#675b70)[“OHOHOHO! WE’RE GONNA HAVE TONS OF FUN NOW!”] Agatha slams the empty cap back down upon the tabletop as her face changes to that of drunken determination. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Listen up tiny! You gotta find us a battery for this here dildo. It’s a MUST at this point. There’s no way I’m sticking this thing up my cooch knowing that it could be VIBRATING too!”] With a new quest at hand, you surmise you’ll need to do some looking around to find a small watch like battery. Then, you can properly equip this dildo with some more oomph. There’s a chance Laura is somewhere in Agatha’s vagina. This’ll be your ticket inside her warm wet depths. --- [[Ask Agatha if she’s hiding Laura]] – Couldn’t hurt to just ask. She’s still a bit tipsy though… [[Ask Agatha to show you her behind]] – You already had some fun earlier, how about seconds? [[Approach Agatha’s Midsection]] – Her belly, covered by a layer of thin black cloth, rests against the edge of the table. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You get a bit closer to the Professor and her work. Still busy with her task, Professor Arc mentions. “Best not look right the light while I work, you could receive permanent damage to your retinas. It is exceedingly painful, especially for a being of your scale.” From up here, you direct your gaze away from the woman’s soldering and instead find yourself staring at the Professor herself. Her blue eyes are shrouded by the black visor and her beautiful golden locks cascade down past the lenses. Noticing this impairment of vision, Professor Arc puffs out a quick burst of air from her mouth towards the stray hairs, shooing them away past her ear. Below her face, the lab coat reveals a generous portion of skin near her upper collar and bosom. A thick divide forms the beginning of her cleavage. The heavy breasts sit atop the desk neatly. A small droplet of sweat slips down past her collarbone and finds itself immediately drawn towards the slip between her heavy breasts. Then, the droplet is lost forever. “Best not look there for too long either, lest you be deemed a gawker.” A sly grin creeps across the Professors face, before once more becoming stern with focus. You blink your eyes quickly and turn away. This woman is perceptive! Best to let her work in peace. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ae0ab47afa8d40ea8e67e18b13cf3d29~mv2.png"> --- [[Go Back|Climb the tiny ladder]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You decide to get a little bit closer to the Professor out of sheer curiosity. Here you can make out the details of her attire further. You notice the large white lab coat cuts off just above her ankles, revealing a pair of black flats. Peeking beneath the hem of the lab coat, Professor Arc wears a thin linen black skirt. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ac123d6ad5d14e7fbfa56027287481a9~mv2.png"> --- [[Go Back|West Lab Equipment]] (if: $Chaos is >=3)[ [[Get Closer beneath the Professor]] ](else:)[Best not to peak. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +3 Chaos])]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You decide to get a little bit closer to the Professor out of sheer curiosity. Here you can make out the details of her attire further. You notice the large white lab coat cuts off just above her ankles, revealing a pair of black flats. Peeking beneath the hem of the lab coat, Professor Arc wears a thin linen black skirt. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ac123d6ad5d14e7fbfa56027287481a9~mv2.png"> --- [[Go Back|West Lab Equipment2]] (if: $Chaos is >=3)[[[Get Closer beneath the Professor|Get Closer beneath the Professor2]]](else:)[Best not to peak. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +5 Chaos])]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Hall Fountain]''// You get closer to the small reservoir of indigo liquid. At your scale, the size of the pool is that of a small pond. Approaching the edge, a heavy scent of alcohol wafts up from the purple liquid. Stooping lower, you dip your finger into the pool and sample the fluid. Red wine! A small surge of bubbles forms directly in front of you before a dark-skinned woman appears from beneath the opaque red pool. She draws in a breath, having swam underwater to meet you at the edge. Brushing back her curly black hair, the woman’s almond-colored eyes affix with your own. Her full lips curve upwards into a grin. “Fancy a dip in the pool hun?” --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4acfb296c2b34009b958724a9b92e06f~mv2.png"> --- You didn’t expect to have a swim when coming to the Lounge, so you are vastly unprepared to get wet at the moment. “Ohh, don’t give me that look! If you don’t want to get your clothes wet, just strip em off! Its what I did.” States the dark-skinned girl nonchalantly. She then flicks her curly hair to her left and beckons towards a neatly folded white cloth. “One of the larger students left behind a handkerchief for me to dry off, you’re welcome to use it too when I’m done.” Not waiting for your answer, the girl pulls herself up from the side of the pool. Just as she mentioned, the woman is indeed naked, as her moderate breasts come into view, followed by a trim fit tummy and a neat, manicured triangle just above her lower bits. She is tall, even for a minimized person, striding with confidence towards the handkerchief. Still transfixed by her charisma, you can’t help but catch a glimpse of her swaying behind. Pert and strong with a generous roundness to its shape. Despite her fit appearance, much of this girl’s fat heads directly to her ass. She proceeds to dry off quickly, staining the pearl white handkerchief in red splotchy patches. Then, she proceeds to dress, unfolding a neat pile of clothes adjacent to the white cloth. The dark-skinned woman approaches you once more. Her attire is strikingly formal, adorned with a solid black top with white sleeves and a black bowtie beneath her slender neck. Standing a head taller than you, the woman smiles once more, staring you up and down briefly. “Name’s Melissa, I’m the head bartender here at Meadows Mansion.” She pats your shoulder with a firm hand. “You’re the first minimized student to come by to the fountain, all the rest just charged past directly into the lounge.” Melissa snorts. “Stop and smell the roses I say!” She sniffs, scrunching up her nose. “Eh, more like wine. But my main client prefers that scent over anything else really, so if you want to get on her good side, I’d recommend taking a dip too! Just don’t drink too much of the wine you’re swimming in, don’t want you drunk and drowning, hehe!” Another hard pat on your shoulder, knocking you to the side slightly. “See ya on the other side hun!” Melissa then tightens her bowtie, before confidently walking towards the middle of the Lounge door, away from the safety of the side wall baseboards! --- [[Take a Dip in the Wine Pool]] – Couldn’t hurt, you trust Melissa. [[Go Back|Lounge Entrance]] – Too much of a hassle and you don’t quite trust this woman you just met. You could always return later.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Plug]''// (set: $CabinetE to 2) You walk up towards the small practice plug. As you do so, Margo turns her head away from you once again and blurts out. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, ya that thing, yep new butt plug, training sized.”] You inspect the rubber toy. Scaled to just about your own height, two inches. It smells like synthetic plastic. The shaft is thin with a tiny bulge at the center and a handle at the end for easy manipulation. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Don’t laugh ok!?”] Margo grumbles and crosses her arms, causing her huge breasts to squish together. Under her breath she mumbles, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Anal play is new to me alright?” ] You wonder how exactly Margo intends to use this thing with you involved. Will you be the one inserting it? Your mind begins to wander with the possibilities while the bodyguard remains silent out of seeming embarrassment. --- [[Ask Margo if she’s hiding Laura]] – Margo wouldn’t lie to you, right? [[Ask Margo to show you her behind]] – If you’re going to use this plug, you’ll need access to her ass. [[Approach Margo’s Midsection]] – Her taught stomach stretches against the fabric of her dress. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You decide to inspect the vials off to the side. You notice a wide array of common chemicals labeled neatly within a series of glass containers. Each is a variety of sizes too large for you to interact with. Yet, interestingly enough, there is a small bench scaled it seems for a Minimized individual. As if answering your questions, the Professor chimes in. “That there is my smaller workspace for when I need to do smaller scale work.” You scan over the desk. It is essentially a scaled down version of her existing workbench. A small vial labeled THC extract stands out to you. Without turning away from her busy work, Professor Arc continues to answer your burgeoning questions. “That there is a vial of THC extract, heavily concentrated. It has been distilled in a way to enhance the appetite granting properties commonly found within cannabis, whilst inhibiting any other unwanted side effects. It is required for my later projects here at the Manor.” You wonder why the Professor would need to INCREASE the appetite of an individual. Maybe she is trying to get someone to ingest something? The Professor continues, “Unfortunately, the serum is lacking in a key component. Glucose.” You wonder what she is referring to. “Sugar, put simply, is needed to enhance the palatability of the serum. If you find any high fructose corn syrup, be sure to bring it back here. It could help in completing this concoction.” You nod simply, having an appetite inducing serum could be useful down the line. --- [[Go back|Climb the tiny ladder]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab]''// You walk closer towards the wall of boxes; Gilly sticks her hand between a wedge between two heavily filled containers. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Cant…reach, nnnhhhghhh!”] The Gremlin Girl struggles, right hand outstretched between the small divide. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gah!”] Fed up, Gilly retracts her dirt and dust covered hand and sits crossed legged in frustration. Unknowingly to her, she has crossed her legs around you, caging you in between her folded legs. In front of you, Gilly’s dark leotard hugs her lower bits quite snuggly. The heavy scent of spicy perspiration fills your chamber. Naturally, this smell would be revolting if it were not tinged with a mix of pheromones and feminine scents. Head bleary with feral desire, you are suddenly snapped out of your stupor as Gilly’s rough hands snatch you up. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d42d9a98288b4ea2a28d5495a27a6f0a~mv2.png"> --- You’re brought up unceremoniously before Gilly’s cute round face, vertigo causing the blood to rush about inside your cranium. Weary, the commanding words of the Gremlin Girl echo in front of you, unaware of her scale and how the volume of her voice affects tinies. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Go in and get the TASTY! There is a snack in there!”] Gilly plants you back onto the ground before the dark divide between the boxes. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“If Morsel do good, then Morsel chooses how to leave Lab later on.” ] For a moment, you wonder what she means by this, before the Gremlin Girl answers in her own teasing way. Smiling, Gilly points to her mouth and opens it tantalizingly, waggling her tongue. Raising her eyebrows, she unfurls her crossed legs and pats her crotch roughly with her palm. Then, she hikes up her legs and rolls onto her back fully, exposing her ass and the tiny slip of cloth that rests between her cheeks, she points to the spot where her asshole would be. Gilly then repositions herself back into her cross-legged position. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hurry Morsel, Gilly HUNGRY!” ]A small gurgle sounds off from her abdomen. Despite her lured display you can still [[Refuse|Lab Exploration]] Or you can enter [[into the divide]]

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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Consumed]''// You opt to try wiggle around the gummy. Unfortunately, this one is set directly beneath Gilly’s finger in a near impossible overhang. There’s no getting past this thing, regardless of how good you are at climbing. Your fingers ache before you are distracted by a sudden warmth beneath you. #(text-style:"blink")[OMPH!] Your eyes bulge in surprise as you feel your lower half compressed by plush pink lips. Staring back, your waist is completely engulfed by Gilly’s mouth. Her slathering tongue meanders against your legs and nethers, not an entirely bad feeling if the circumstances were different. With her mouth full of YOU Gilly speaks around your body. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mowfel too swoww!” HmmHmm!]] The vibrations of her voice send tickling sensations across your body. Her damp saliva begins to drench the sticky rope. Even if you could pull free of her lip’s grip, there’s no way you could keep climbing along the length of soaked string. You’ve been caught. With a quick sucking slip, you’re drawn into Gilly’s mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PHWIP!] [[Continue|Gilly Inside Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[The Bodyguard - Back Climb]''// (if: (random: 1, 100) <= 70)[You begin to scale the near sheer wall of black and white cloth. Some ridges are an easy jaunt, given the slopes and valleys of the Bodyguard's back muscles. Others are much more steep and tinged with slippery sweat. Nevertheless, you make it up about halfway between her shoulderblades. You could either keep climbing up, or divert to a side path. --- [[Shimmy towards her Front]] - You may have better luck scaling her breasts. [(text-colour:purple)[[Continue Climbing]]] - Should be easy enough from here. ] (else:)[You begin to climb but lose your footing! You fall. Fear gripping you. An improper fall at this height could spell doom. Yet, instead you find yourself wrapped up in a plush fabric, shrouded in darkness... [[Continue|Slip Beneath her Back Waistband]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard - Waistband Front]''//(set: $MargoClimb to true) You work your way up the mountain of cloth that is the Bodyguard's pants. The cloth is smooth, almost too much so, but given your expertise climbing at a minimized scale, you make easy work of the task. Reaching the ridge of her knee, you take a small breather to gather your bearings. The vast horizon of the Entrance Foyer stretches off into the distance, blurring as you try to ascertain even the mahogany door at the far end of the room. Size and perception, you have found, behaves differently at your scale. Akin to standing on top of a sightseeing tower and witnessing the hazy horizon. You collect yourself and continue your trek. Finally, you reach the band of her waistline. Here, the clean scent of soap replaces the drab aroma of cloth. You notice that a small slip of her belly skin barely peaks out above her waistline. Below it, a small gap within her pants, barely passable, is visible. Farther up still your view is entirely eclipsed by the Bodyguard's massive breasts. No way to climb that overhang. You have some choices where to traverse next. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_00b82c395a504e1a982afce4b20125ec~mv2.png"> --- [[Head Towards her Backside]] – You may have a better chance of scaling her back. (if: $Chaos is >=3)[ [(text-colour:red)[[Slip Beneath her Front Waistband]]] – Your mouth waters with the possibilities. ](else:)[You think twice about going into her pants. This is too devious of a task for you. Better not. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +3 Chaos])] (link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Touch her Belly Skin]")[ You carefully approach the creamy skin and lay your hand flat against its surface. Warmth fills your palm. A small squelchy sound vibrates your palm briefly. Grrmmm.. She must be hungry. You try not to think about it.]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// Mistress Monrose’s eyebrows raise up in surprise. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Aha, so my little fan is here with purpose! But oh, all work and no fun leaves the world dull little one!” ] #(text-style:"shudder")[Bahahah!] Another boisterous laugh echoes around you, vibrating your eardrums. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm, I see that look yes. Ok, ok.” ] Mistress Monrose readjusts herself into an ‘attempt’ at a more serious disposition. She steeples her fingers and straightens out her posture. Still, a curve of a smile creeps across her crimson lips. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I, my little fan, have but 1 half of a SILVER band. The other is well…”] Mistress Monrose rolls her eyes. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Well it’s with my sister, Mistress Meduna, past the Eastern Hall in the Ballroom.”] Seems like you’ll need to visit both Faculty Mistresses in order to form a completed Silver Band. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I’ll only give my one SINGLE silver band half to my most devoted fan! So chop chop, little one, go about becoming that super star and impress me!”] No one ever said getting to the top of this prestigious school, Fantasia University, was going to be easy. However, you’re currently atop this bar for a reason, and not stewing in this ladie's guts like those others. You’re determined to find a way to obtain that Silver Band half, by any means necessary. You can continue to ask Mistress Monrose questions or instead return to the Bar Top. --- [[Ask about the Swallowed Students]] – You’re both concerned and intrigued. You know some people get off from vorish scenarios, but all three students initially seemed fearful… [[Ask About ‘Fun Stuff’]] – Mistress Monrose alluded to the fact that minimized students like to have ‘fun.’ You’re no stranger to these activities. Maybe entertaining Monrose could garner you some sway/perks. (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// Mistress Monrose’s eyes light up with the mention of fun activities. Being the head of The Lounge, a place of festivities and revelry, you can’t help but assume this massive, drunken giantess is fond of loosening up a bit. She plants her palms aggressively on either side of you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“FANTASTICA! Finally, a minimized student who WANTS to have some fun. So many others are all so timid and shy, but not you, no?” ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ok, first you must be kind student to your superiors and get your Mistress a new drink, mine is empty.” ] Mistress Monrose straightens and claps her hands together. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Vamonos, chop chop!” ] You can continue to ask Mistress Monrose questions or instead return to the Bar Top. --- [[Ask About the Bands]] – Given that Mistress Monrose is a Faculty Head, she’s bound to have some info regarding the Gala’s bands. [[Ask about the Swallowed Students]] – You’re both concerned and intrigued. You know some people get off from vorish scenarios, but all three students initially seemed fearful… (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Desire]''// Agatha’s smooth grin unfurls into a wolfish smile, the right side of her mouth revealing a sharp fang like canine. (text-colour:#675b70)[“What do you think hmm?”] The Gothic Girl’s index finger taps lightly against her pointy nose; you can’t be certain if she’s playing with you or genuinely has hidden Laura somewhere. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cbd18987327345a3a42756bfca33373f~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“That being said, if I DID hide that chick somewhere it would be in a spot I’d want YOU to check out.”] Agatha shifts about in her seat and moves her right hand beneath the table, out of your view. Her dominant smile shifts to that of concentration, eyes still locked with you, however. Agatha leans down, her chest and head planted on the table, a handful of feet from where you are standing. Your view is now predominantly encompassed by her pale chubby face. At this scale you can make out the smudges of makeup dotted across her cheeks and the dark hazy lines of her eyeshadow and liner. Her next words carry with them a muggy wave of sweet, scented spirits. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Honestly tiny, I want YOU more than anything else though. I couldn’t care much about the others, heck even my partner Logan’s been missing all night. Some good they are…”] Her fixed unblinking gaze stares directly into your small form. Lavender pupils flick from side to side, up and down, drinking in your body, inspecting your very essence. Barely audible, you swear you can hear wet fleshy sounds from beneath you, from below the table. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Shlk Shlk Sliiip. ] (text-colour:#675b70)[“Question is though, do you want ME?”] Agatha brings up her hidden hand from beneath the table. The index and middle fingers glisten in the dim light with some kind of wet moisture. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_749719fbb62c49c693c78469dfa1d057~mv2.png"> --- She separates the digits from one another, a thin crystal-clear web of fluid connects the two fingers before snapping in twain. Agatha brings the fingers inches away from your body. --- [[Approach Agatha’s Fingers]] – Lust and desire begin to take hold. [[Politely Decline and Change the Topic]] – Got to stay focused.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Ass]''// (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, why not, it’s a party after all.”] Nonchalantly, Agatha whips around in her seat, stands up, then casually begins to raise up her black dress revealing her pale white moons for the world to see. She turns her head back to face you with that same wicked grin. Swaying her massive butt from side-to-side Agatha spouts out, (text-colour:#675b70)[“If ya think I’m hiding that chick somewhere between my big ol’ cheeks well you’re definitely barking up the wrong tree.”] Agatha smacks her right ass cheek loudly leaving behind a faint red mark on her pale skin before it slowly returns to porcelain white. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Or I guess in your caaaaase-”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_12a94f5e938741de8998c7e4e252e004~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"rumble")[WHOOOMPH!] Agatha plants her massive ass onto the table before you, jiggling pale cheeks with creases of cellulite now only a couple of feet away from you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re sniffing up the wrong ass tiny!”] The massive goth giantess reaches both her hands back and pulls apart her generous cheeks, revealing her thong clad bits to you and the rest of the table. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e6266f53d7974e4d958a68be01f1c047~mv2.png"> --- The tiny string just barely covers her perky hair dotted anus. Her generously sized labia protrude beyond either side of the lower portion of her thong yet is still able to hide the pink interior of her vagina. Slick droplets of crusty fluid line either side of the thong and dampen the center. It appears Agatha is enjoying this little tease very much. You peer between the folds but get no inkling of whether your fellow student is somewhere in there. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9c81e5fcdb5e4d588966c00d6c6cddd7~mv2.png"> --- The whole show lasts only a handful of seconds before Agatha releases her cheeks. #(text-style:"sway")[BLLLBL!] The heavy globes smack against one another, vibrating with a fleshy jiggle that only you could hear at such a scale. (text-colour:#675b70)[“If you want a closer look, you’ll just have to get a bit creative!”] Agatha lowers her dress and sits back down onto her seat. Throughout this ordeal, Gilly is focused on other food related matters and Margo pretends to not notice but glances over an unprecedented number of times to be of just a coincidence. Lastly, Mistress Monrose remains steadfast, unphased yet pleased by the displays before her. --- [[Ask Agatha if she’s hiding Laura]] – Couldn’t hurt to just ask. She’s still a bit tipsy though… [[Approach Agatha’s Midsection]] – Her belly, covered by a layer of thin black cloth, rests against the edge of the table. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly]''// Gilly quizzically stares at you, cute button nose furrowed up in confusion. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Huh, what’s a Lo-ra?”] In simpler terms, you convey to Gilly that she is a snacko and ask if she ate any recently. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“OH!”] Gilly lulls out her tongue and scratches her head. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Nope. Gilly had no food for sooo long! Look, come!”] Without warning, Gilly reaches out her dirty green hand, snatching you up roughly. She pulls you towards the edge of the table, before standing up from her stool. You are now just about level with the top of her upper abdomen. Gilly prods you with her index finger, sending you straight into the green wall of fabric just beneath her small left breast. The squishy barrier gives ever so slightly as your body is compressed between her finger and the wall of skin and fat that houses her stomach. Silence, other than the shifting of silken cloth. Gilly’s dress is rather well made, you assume that the Professor probably- #(text-style:"sway")[GLLLRRRKKK…sqlorsh.] The ravenous stomach rudely interrupts your thoughts with a cacophonous howl. Her finger releases and you stumble backwards. #(text-style:"fidget")[Glmm…] Gilly’s top belly seems smaller than earlier while the bottom end is slightly distended, no doubt having digested the contents of her stomach, the rest having moved on deeper into her digestive system. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“See, it EMPTY!” ] You rest assured knowing you won’t have to spelunk into Gilly’s core in order to retrieve Laura. Then again, you stare back at the candy string… --- [[Ask Gilly to show you her behind]] – Got to be thorough. [[Ask Gilly to show you her mouth]] – A dangerous spot but still worth checking. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Butt]''// (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok!”] Gilly stands up from her stool and turns around in a swift spin. Her green dress already barely covers her pert backside, the bottom of her cheeks just barely peeking out beyond the fabric’s edge. Reaching back, Gilly flips up the thin dress, revealing her round green cheeks to you and the rest of the table. Agatha immediately whoops, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ok, let’s go Gilly, showing off the goods!”] Margo gasps and turns away again. Lastly, Mistress Monrose merely smiles knowingly. Given the gremlin girls height, just aboutfive feet, her ass barely reaches the top edge of the table. She folds in half, head lowering towards her feet below and spreads her ass cheeks generously. Before you now, Gilly’s pinkish tight asshole spreads wide. It’s rather small and tight with streaks of dirt and dust along the edges, no doubt from her perusing through the tunnels. A waft of grimy air fills your nose, only perceivable at your scale. You take it Gilly most likely doesn’t wash often. Below, her tight pink vaginal lips just barely peek over the edge of the table, the bottom half is completely obscured underneath the table’s edge. Only Gilly’s outer labia is visible, the tiny slit that would be her inner labia hidden betwixt the feminine folds. A rich sour scent fills the area emanating directly from the clammy vagina before you. You surmise through your inspection that Laura is not hidden between Gilly’s ass cheeks. But she could be deeper… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e59ee88953d34c8c80f489f6fe533dd1~mv2.png"> --- [[Get Closer to Gilly’s Asshole]] [[Get Closer to Gilly’s Vagina]] --- [[Ask Gilly if she ate Laura]] – Best to be direct with the Gremlin Girl. [[Ask Gilly to show you her mouth]] – A dangerous spot but still worth checking.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Mouth]''// (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok!”] No hesitation on Gilly’s end it seems. Immediately the eager gremlin girl leans down towards the edge of the table and opens up her maw wide. The glistening red chamber is gleaming with fluid. Seems like Gilly is hungry. Pools of saliva flow like bubbly white-water rapids past her distended tongue and down just in front of you. The muggy sour spittle pools and nearly reaches your feet. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-style:"sway")[AHHHHH!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3a793f7d9eee4470bc9d781b7d206e22~mv2.png"> --- With her mouth agape, she tries to say her next words without closing her lips fully. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Giwwy no eat snaco…Giwwy bewwy empy!” ] You surmise that she thankfully didn’t swallow Laura, no need to go spelunking at the moment. [[Continue|Gilly Idle]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Oblivious Margo]''// (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh? Me hide a Minimized person?”] Margo looks genuinely concerned as you ask this question. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh ya…I guess that girl is in here somewhere. To be honest, no I haven’t seen Laura at all. I had a brief run in with her in the foyer when she asked me some questions about the Gala. Other than that, I haven’t seen her since.”] Margo looks off to the side, concerned riddled across her angular face. Under her breath she mumbles, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hope she’s ok…”] The bodyguard turns back towards you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Umm, if you want some proof, I guess I could try somehow.”] Margo stands up from her seat. She’s of slightly above average height for a woman, but certainly not as tall as Mistress Monrose. Given her profession, her build is well toned with hints of muscle throughout, still showing through her feminine brown dress. She begins to pat about her body. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I have no pockets in this dress, not my favorite form of attire, not useful if I have to get in a scuffle.”] Next Margo rustles through her top bun, parting it in places to show you through her hair. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“She’s not hiding up here. Really, there’s no other spots she could be hiding ON me if I think about it. My shoes are open toed so I couldn’t even stuff her in there.” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_70a6b85ef0de4bba94b524b8644f6600~mv2.png"> --- Margo is either entirely oblivious or directly avoiding the spots you’d expect for a horny giantess to hide a Minimized person. Additionally, given the circumstances of Monrose’s game, you know for certain there are still places you need to check on the Bodyguard’s body. --- [[Ask Margo to show you her behind]] – You don’t know how she’ll respond to this request, but still you need to be thorough. [[Approach Margo’s Midsection]] – Her taught stomach stretches against the fabric of her dress. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Flustered Margo]''// Immediately upon asking this, Margo’s face flushes beet red, eyes wide like saucers. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a3ed528ebf8b446a8d8f8246655130d1~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“M-m-my what?!”] Stutters the Bodyguard. Margo begins to fiddle about in her seat, squirming as if on trial. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Uhh, umm, well you see, the thing is…”] Trying to find an out to this conundrum, the flustered girl suddenly comes to a solution after much dabbling. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Aha, yes! That’s right, the game!”] Index finger outstretched above her head, Margo points triumphantly at the practice anal plug sitting on the table between the two of you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You have to play along with the game friend, that butt plug, yep!”] Margo nods her head up and down with vigor, her hair rustling about. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“That’s right, if you want to see my…bits…well then, you got to play along with the rules.” ] Margo takes a heavy deep gulp of her beer brought from the bar before talking once more. The alcohol fills her with confidence as her next words come out boldly and almost too loud for the scale of the room. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“EVERYONE KNOWS THAT YOU NEED LUBE IF YOU’RE GOING TO PRACTICE BUTT PLAY!”] A thin awkward line forms across Margo’s lips, sealed shut and unmoving after her previous statement. Off to the side, a cacophony of laughter billows out from both Agatha and Mistress Monrose. Margo’s cheeks flush crimson and stay that way. A tiny squeak echoes out between her sealed lips. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Don’t make this anymore weird friend, find me some lube and by then I’ll be done this beer, then I’ll be ready to show you my ass.”] --- [[Ask Margo if she’s hiding Laura]] – Margo wouldn’t lie to you, right? [[Approach Margo’s Midsection]] – Her taught stomach stretches against the fabric of her dress. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Melissa]''// (set: $BQuest to 3) (set: $DNAQMC to 2) "Sweet ok, I’ll just need to ask you a couple of questions so we can really make this drink special! Also, the DNA please, and no I don’t care how or where you got it from, keep that to yourself." You hand over the small vial filled with Margo’s sweat to Melissa. "Okay then Hun, here’s what I need to know. What kind of alcohol do you think Margo would prefer?" You explain to Melissa that Margo was partial to beer, as you noticed earlier. "Beer it is, got it." Melissa floats about with her jetpack, back turned to you she begins to gloss over the vending machine display for a specific make of beer. "Aha, here we go, this should do!" She pulls out a thin tall bottle of golden liquid. “Ok, now tell me a bit about your experience with Margo so far and I can truly make this drink personalized.” After a brief conversation, you describe Margo’s preferences to the best of your ability. She is a health minded woman, so something that is diet conscious would be a must. Margo also tends to sweat a bunch so a refreshing beverage would also be a plus. Lastly, a bit of hydration would allow her to feel sharp, in control, and less embarrassed if she got too drunk. “All seems good to me!” A couple of minutes pass by as Melissa gets to work. She begins by pouring out the brew into a tall pint, then spills out the DNA, and next dropping in a white powder. Lastly, Melissa adorns the drink with a slice of orange. “There, don’t worry about that powdery stuff, its electrolytes! Should keep her nice and sharp. And the orange is a healthy snack that should taste cool and refreshing to go along with the brew.” You thank Melissa profusely as the drink is ferried over to Margo by the bar’s intricate mechanisms. --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress]''//(set: $MonroseIntro to 2) #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You need the tiny ladder to explore, yes? Well, we make a deal. You first explore the place where the rope is hidden, then I shall loose the ladder down to the ground for you!”] (text-colour:yellow)[Seems like you’ll need to have a look at her ass before you can use that rope ladder. ] --- [[Ask Monrose if she ate Laura]] – A bold question, one that fills you with trepidation. (if: $MonroseA is 0 or 1 or 2)[ [[Ask Monrose to show you her behind]] – The massive thing could house hundreds of beings your size. ] (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Digestive Lesson]''//(set: $MonroseIntro to 2) One eyebrow flicks upwards curiously as you tentatively ask Monrose if she very well consumed Laura. Mistress Monrose shifts in her seat and crosses her arms defiantly. Her wide breasts shift between her arms. The idle chatter of the other women suddenly goes quiet after hearing your question. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“And if I did, what would you do my little fan, hmm? Are you curious to know how it COULD have happened?”] You begin to stammer, not expecting a response like this. Uncaring of your whims, Mistress Monrose reaches down towards you with otherworldly swiftness, clenching you between her thumb and forefinger. Her grip is assuredly tight, squeezing all the air from your lungs. As she raises you upwards, you feel akin to a grape plucked from a vine. Her hold upon you is uncaring, firm as if you are that very grape, ready to be consumed. Monrose brings you up to her face. Below you, the world blurs far out of reach. You turn your head back towards the other women. Looks of concern are plastered across their faces, fearing the worst. You’re brought directly before the giantesses plush ruby red lips. Your entire gaze monopolized by her lips alone. Her middle finger then presses firmly against the back of your head, preventing it from shifting. You’ll be staring forward for the time being whether you like it or not. The lips split apart as Mistress Monrose begins to speak in a very matter of fact tone. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You see my tiny fan; food is the substance that passes by my wonderous lips.”] She then proceeds to slicken the creases of her mouth’s rim with glistening saliva. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“After that, I savor its very taste within my maw. "] #(text-style:"sway")[MWAAAAHHH!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5e9e267c99cc4bf3a881303271879f63~mv2.png"> --- Monrose parts her jaws with a breathy sigh. Droplets of moisture form across your body, the sickening sweet scent of alcohol dizzying your senses. Purposefully, she annunciates her next words without fully closing her mouth. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Squished between my tastebuds, slathered by my lovely tongue and squeezed between my inner cheeks and teeth.”] #(text-style:"blink")[SNAP!] Inches from your form, Mistress Monrose snaps her teeth down hard before chuckling. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[HmmHmmHmm. ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“But no, I prefer not to chew my food my little fan, instead I swallow it…WHOLE.”] You begin to tremble in her grip, a small gasp slips out from Margo behind you. To emphasize her point, Mistress Monrose slams your body roughly against her wide and imposing neck. The brown skin is rigid and thick. The muscles of her throat are well defined and prominent. Then, the skin begins to shift beneath you before- #(text-style:"buoy")[GALUCK!] A powerful swallow of saliva rushes past you in a firm forceful wave. The peristaltic push of the Mistress’s mighty swallow squeezes you against her strong fingers. The sheer act of her swallowing batters against your very body like a bludgeoning strike. The Mistress follows the swallow of saliva down the stretch of her throat, dragging you along the journey between her fingertips. Passing by the swell of her heaving breasts you come to notice something odd. Even through your trepidation and fright, you notice a chorus missing from the body of your captor. In the numerous times you’ve been held either willingly or against your will by a giantess, whether inside their bodies or pressed against them, one thing was common between them all. The thrum of their beating hearts. As you pass by Mistress Monrose’s left breast you swear you hear nothing. No beat whatsoever. The lack of organic bodily sounds soon comes to an end as you reach the space just below Mistress Monrose’s left breast. Her stomach. #(text-style:"sway")[Grrrrgglglg. Skrish!] Her voice, now echoing through her body, continues, (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“And lastly, my little fan, does food come to reside within my belly, right behind where you are pressed against now.”] The cacophonous burbles of the Mistress’s stomach scream out against your body. The sound is loud and continuous, bouncing against your eardrums. There is no lapse in the gurgles of this woman’s stomach. It’s a constant war of sounds behind the flesh and fat that is her outer belly. You couldn’t begin to imagine what lies within. Then, your blood runs cold as you recall the moans of pleasure you heard earlier. The other Minimized students who were swallowed. You press in closer, trying to hear beyond the cavalcade of squelches. Nothing. No screams of pleasure, no writhing of bodies. They’re not in her stomach anymore… #(text-style:"buoy")[SHHHHHHHH. GLORP!] An odd sound fills your ears, unlike the others you’ve heard so far, like the seething of gases bubbling upwards. #(text-style:"shudder")[BRURP! ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ooof, excuse me, how rude!”] Apologizes Mistress Monrose as she stifles a generous wet belch. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Seems as though my little belly has emptied. I’ll be needing a snack soon to fill it once more.”] Mistress Monrose places you carelessly down upon the table before finally answering your initial question. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“So, did I devour your little friend? The answer, my fan is no.”] The Mistress’s response is curt and forthright, lacking the distinctive fanfare you’re accustomed to thus far. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Yes, you would have heard her in my stomach if it were true.”] You rest easy for a moment. Mistress Monrose’s words make reasonable sense. Yet, this moment of ease is fleeting as her next words fill you with dread. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“However,…”] The giantess looms over you, casting a deep shadow across your form. The entire stretch of her body, from mouth to belly, hovers above you like a dark purple behemoth. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“If you do not believe me, you could always check yourself.”] The stretch of her entire digestive system, hidden behind layers of her flesh, fills your mind as you imagine her inner workings. From her mouth to her rippling esophagus, to the dire cauldron that is her stomach. Mistress Monrose’s body would truly be your end. Then, she leans back into her seat, plomping her heavy ass back down upon the chair. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Yes, but first you will play my game fan!”] Mistress Monrose waves an idle palm and laughs. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHA!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“That way, if you truly desire that fate, a victim that is primed with yearning is always the sweetest of treats.”] You begin to back away, unsure of what her final statements mean. You hesitate about asking Mistress Monrose anymore questions, lest you are roughly handled yet again. --- [[Ask Monrose to show you her behind]] – The massive thing could house hundreds of beings your size. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Anus]''//(set: $ladder to true) #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I thought that maybe you would be full of shyness and not ask, my tiny fan!”] Mistress Monrose turns in her seat and rises, presenting you with her wide ass once more before parting her dress like a veil. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I will say, it is very soon for you to be checking, yes? Maybe my fan wishes to introduce themselves to my hole?” ] #(text-style:"blink")[WHOOMPH!] Mistress Monrose plants her bare ass cheeks onto the table, tilting it in the process. On the other side, Agatha and Margo stabilize it, preventing the furniture from flipping. The Mistress opts not to spread her cheeks for you. Slowly, you approach the caramel hued orbs. It doesn’t take long for your entire view to become encapsulated by the dominance of Monrose’s wide buttocks. Her cheeks are pristine, devoid of any blemishes or specks of hair. Periodically you do notice a series of darkened birth marks, but otherwise the cheeks are spotless. Closer to the center, the dark line of her crack runs up and down, many lengths taller than you. Eventually you reach the edge of her crack. A dominating smell soon fills your nostrils. Rich and earthy, the smell of Mistress Monrose’s most intimate bits is a combination of deep heady scents combined with the tinge of something more uncomfortable. Each inhale fills your nose and lungs with heaviness, almost like breathing in smoke. The smells irritate your nostrils and cause your eyes to water. It’s not a bad smell, yet the aroma still causes you discomfort physically. You tentatively reach out to touch the beginnings of her outer cheeks. Smooth, almost impossibly so. Skin usually has a subtle bit of bumpiness or imperfection to its form, something you’ve become familiar with after being Minimized so many times. Yet, Mistress Monrose’s skin is undoubtedly perfect. You press onwards into the darkness of her crack. A sweltering heat begins to rise in your body. The walls of her cheeks are impossibly hot, nearly burning your sides as you brush up against them. The temperature steadily increases as you get deeper, alongside the imposing scents. Then, you reach your destination. Given her angle, Mistress Monrose has set herself seated against the table so that her pussy is pressed firmly against the surface while her rectum remains just arms reach for you. Thankfully it seems you won’t have to climb. Boldly before you, the massive brown orifice with a multitude of radial lines pulses as you approach. Mistress Monrose’s asshole. The pit is gargantuan, bigger than any anus you’ve seen up into this point so far. The ridges and lines of her sphincter splay out in multiple directions in perfect unity with one another. No crease is uneven nor out of order with each other. A subtle sheen of moistness seems to reflect off what little light seeps into this place. No stubble at all dapples her wide anus, the only thing out of the ordinary is the black string and chrome hoop of the anal beads’ end. The toy’s handle rests against the bottom half of Mistress Monrose’s butthole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_55a401fdb85243549e2cd420f844e4f5~mv2.png"> --- Wasting no time, you reach out and grasp firmly against the handle. The chamber about you vibrates as you hear an omnipresent hum from far above. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[MMMMHMMHMMMM!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Little fan, try and try to pull but it shall not exit from my hole!”] The commanding words, muffled in the cramped depths of Monrose’s crack tell only truths as you struggle with the beads. You heave at the anal beads, but the balls are firmly lodged within. Like an unrelenting maw of a beast unwilling to yield its prey, it appears that for now, Mistress Monrose’s anal sphincter will remain shut. You’ll need to arouse her some more by playing some games with the other women. As you remove yourself from the confines of The Mistress’s crack, thankfully she sets up the rope ladder for you to descend. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You are a brave one fan, explore the rest of my gallery as you see fit!”] (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Ass]''//(set: $MonroseIntro to 2) (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh yes, my big buttocks as they say? You want to have a look, yes?”] #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You are a very forward one, my little fan! Yes yes, but now is the time for that, I will show you what you desire.” ] Mistress Monrose rises from her seat, the chair creaking having been relieved of her impressive weight. At full height, the woman is grand in scale, even for those not Minimized. Curvy in both hips and chest, her waist is trim but her belly heavy and full. As she turns, her long curly purple hair wisps about, threatening to strike you like a whip even from your spot on the table. She tosses her heavy hair, letting the waves of curls unfurl in a beautiful sheen. Aromatic scents fill the room with her lurid display, no doubt from the product used in her hair. It’s intoxicating, a scent of smoky sweetness, like a mix between a campfire and wine. An unusual combination normally, yet at this moment it entices you. Then, Mistress Monrose leans her behind towards the table and slams it against the edge. #(text-style:"blink")[KTHUM!] The table vibrates, the other woman steady it to prevent the thing from toppling over. One hand reaches back towards her dress and clenches the purple cloth in a fistful. With the way Mistress Monrose’s dress is sewn, the back half rests atop her body like a drape. Thus, she simply pulls it to the side to reveal her pantyless backside. You, in addition to the other girls behind, are transfixed by the display. With the cloth of her lavender dress out of the way, Mistress Monrose sways her bare ass from side to side. The caramel globes are massive in scale, the largest amongst this group by far. The cheeks cover up her private parts entirely. They remain unseen only for a moment before one hand reaches back to splay her crease open. Mistress Monrose’s dark crack comes into full view. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2a61d2646f0e4226883ab910475c5949~mv2.png"> --- Entirely clean shaven, your eyes immediately fixate on her luscious red pussy lips. Her vagina’s inner labia blossom forth from her slit like a luscious flower ready for bloom. The tender lips glisten with a sheen of crystalline clear juice, shimmering in the dim light. Your eyes are drawn farther upwards. A thin tan crease forms her perineum before darkening into a coffee-colored brown. The ridges that form the beginning of Mistress Monrose’s anus. The hole clenches and unclenches in tandem with her erotic swaying. Curiously, as your eyes reach the center of her asshole, you notice something. A loop attached to a small string just barely peaks out from the center of Monrose’s crater like butthole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_20e1fce6155640d4acba0dd7723ee2aa~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:yellow)[ANAL BEADS! ] Immediately your memory is drawn to Professor Arc’s description of the Neura Transmitter. You recall this device was necessary to create a human controlled Mechanoid. These piloted devices would allow you to transmit your consciousness into a robust tiny human-like machine, capable of taking a beating. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PPHPLAP!] Then, the wide cheeks close with a meaty clap. Mistress Monrose casually pulls her dress back into place, unphased by her recent nudity. She looks towards you, noticing your sudden look of surprise. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, you have seen my toy, yes?”] Her finger points to the crease between her cheeks. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You are a very perceptive tiny fan, yes!”] Mistress Monrose smiles eagerly. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“If you wish to play with it, then I will let you! But I will say it will be much easier if you show me how much fun you have with the others first. I do so love seeing the pleasure of desire in one’s face. Give your desire to them and I promise I shall ‘loosen up’ for you, my tiny fan.” ] You can’t be certain if those anal beads are the Neura Transmitter that Professor Arc was speaking of earlier, but you’ll at least need to confirm this suspicion. Heeding Monrose’s words, you surmise that you’ll need to have some fun with the other woman to turn her on enough to pull out those beads. Still, you could try to see if you have the strength to pull the entire thing out as is. Hopefully there aren’t too many beads in there… --- [[Ask Monrose if you can see her Asshole]] – You can try and pull out the Anal Beads. [[Ask Monrose if she ate Laura]] – A bold question, one that fills you with trepidation. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Ass]''// (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmm, your actions are starting to warm me up some, yes little fan, good…”] The flushed Mistress looks at you longingly before complying with your request. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Want to see how it is affecting me down below? I will show you. Look.”] The giantess once more rises from her seat, but this time with a hastened pace. Her massive hips shift and swivel. The speed of her turn causes her loose dress to billow upwards, landing onto the heavy edge of her upper bum. And there it stays, leaving her creamy caramel ass bare for you to inspect. Mistress Monrose wastes no time in leaning back towards the table, close enough so that you are again inches away from her sopping bits. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[KTHULCH!] This time, her impact on the table resounds with a wet splat, her sweat and juices intermixing at the bottom of her crack. Both hands reach back and spread her ample cheeks with no small effort. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_55a401fdb85243549e2cd420f844e4f5~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"sway")[Sppllrsh…] Sticky sounds echo out as she peels the moist cheeks away from one another. Seems like she wasn’t kidding. Your antics have definitely influenced her overall arousal. The red rose lips of her labia have swollen somewhat, increasing their scale and plushness. A healthy amount of clear to murky fluid drips eagerly from a slightly distended vaginal opening. Above, her perineum is slickened with her juices leading to the ever-widening divot of her asshole. The coffee-colored sphincter hangs onto the handle of the butt plug only slightly now. Should be easier to pull. Mistress Monrose waits patiently. --- (if: $Bead is 0)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|1Bead]] – You can try and pull out the Anal Beads ] (if: $Bead is 1)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|2Bead]] - You can try and pull out the Second Bead ] (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Ass]''// (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmm, your actions are starting to warm me up some, yes little fan, good…”] The flushed Mistress looks at you longingly before complying with your request. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Want to see how it is affecting me down below? I will show you. Look.”] The giantess once more rises from her seat, but this time with a hastened pace. Her massive hips shift and swivel. The speed of her turn causes her loose dress to billow upwards, landing onto the heavy edge of her upper bum. And there it stays, leaving her creamy caramel ass bare for you to inspect. Mistress Monrose wastes no time in leaning back towards the table, close enough so that you are again inches away from her sopping bits. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[KTHULCH!] This time, her impact on the table resounds with a wet splat, her sweat and juices intermixing at the bottom of her crack. Both hands reach back and spread her ample cheeks with no small effort. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_55a401fdb85243549e2cd420f844e4f5~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"sway")[Sppllrsh…] Sticky sounds echo out as she peels the moist cheeks away from one another. Seems like she wasn’t kidding. Your antics have definitely influenced her overall arousal. The red rose lips of her labia have swollen somewhat, increasing their scale and plushness. A healthy amount of clear to murky fluid drips eagerly from a slightly distended vaginal opening. Above, her perineum is slickened with her juices leading to the ever-widening divot of her asshole. The coffee-colored sphincter hangs onto the handle of the butt plug only slightly now. Should be easier to pull. Mistress Monrose waits patiently. --- (if: $Bead is 0)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|1Bead Chaos]] – You can try and pull out the Anal Beads ] (if: $Bead is 1)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|2Bead Chaos]] - You can try and pull out the Second Bead ] (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''//(set: $Bead to 1) (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ohhh, my little fan, you are filling me with so much desire! Your lurid displays are so tantalizing, your little form looks so delicious.” ] Mistress Monrose squirms in her seat, clearly turned on by the events thus far. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Come, you must be eager to see how it turns me on so.”] This time, the giantess simply snatches you roughly from the table before planting you down firmly on her seat. The surface is warm and damp, smelling heavily of Monrose’s own desire. She drapes the back end of her lavender dress over you, covering the chair entirely with her garment. You’re left now in the purple hued upskirt chamber with your Mistress’s greasy globes before you. From her seated position, Monrose needs only to lean forward in her seat to allow you access to her sweltering depths. Damp moisture pools in flowing rivulets of sweat and lube beneath her crack as she spreads the meaty cheeks wide. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Skloosh.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cd9a0620abdb404b95232dd48bde7ec2~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose’s vagina now thrums with heat, blood and arousal causing the lips to almost twitch with her hastening lust. The scent is indescribable, the toasty aroma of fire sends your heart ablaze and prickles your skin with sweat from the imposing heat. Further up, her widening anus gapes open periodically like a hungry beast. It chews angrily on the string of beads, hungry and dissatisfied. The winking orifice clicks with slick sounds, awaiting your approach. --- (if: $Bead is 1)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|3Bead]] - You can try and pull out the Second Bead ] (if: $Bead is 2)[ You know by now that you’ll need to arouse her further to pull anymore beads. ] (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''//(set: $Bead to 1) (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ohhh, my little fan, you are filling me with so much desire! Your lurid displays are so tantalizing, your little form looks so delicious.” ] Mistress Monrose squirms in her seat, clearly turned on by the events thus far. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Come, you must be eager to see how it turns me on so.”] This time, the giantess simply snatches you roughly from the table before planting you down firmly on her seat. The surface is warm and damp, smelling heavily of Monrose’s own desire. She drapes the back end of her lavender dress over you, covering the chair entirely with her garment. You’re left now in the purple hued upskirt chamber with your Mistress’s greasy globes before you. From her seated position, Monrose needs only to lean forward in her seat to allow you access to her sweltering depths. Damp moisture pools in flowing rivulets of sweat and lube beneath her crack as she spreads the meaty cheeks wide. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Skloosh.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cd9a0620abdb404b95232dd48bde7ec2~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose’s vagina now thrums with heat, blood and arousal causing the lips to almost twitch with her hastening lust. The scent is indescribable, the toasty aroma of fire sends your heart ablaze and prickles your skin with sweat from the imposing heat. Further up, her widening anus gapes open periodically like a hungry beast. It chews angrily on the string of beads, hungry and dissatisfied. The winking orifice clicks with slick sounds, awaiting your approach. --- (if: $Bead is 1)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|3Bead Chaos]] - You can try and pull out the Second Bead ] (if: $Bead is 2)[ You know by now that you’ll need to arouse her further to pull anymore beads. ] (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''//(set: $Bead to 2) (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You know, little fan, I’ve quite enjoyed the games you’ve been having with your friends. It fills me with joy knowing how much these beautiful women care for you!” ] Mistress Monrose’s ravenous stomach interrupts her with a squelching groan. #(text-style:"sway")[Galoorble… ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmm, so much emotion, so much desire, it all swirls together peaking my lust for your body, little fan.”] The situation is becoming a bit more eerie for you. The connotations of how Mistress Monrose wishes to partake in your body, given her word choice and angry stomach, fills you with nervous dread. Still, of most places you’ve checked around here, Monrose’s rectum is the one spot that’s been sealed off from the start. You’re so close to finding Laura, then, you can get out of this place after retrieving that silver band. More commanding this time, Monrose stares down at you past her nose. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Come forth between my cheeks once again.”] The Mistress proceeds to stand and push her chair away from the table. Turning, she angles her ass towards you while leaning deeply forward onto the chair for stabilization. This position causes even the Mistress’s grand cheeks to part on their own with such a reclined stretch. A wave of foggy air coalesces around you, drenching your body in her fiery musk. Brimstone, that’s the smell. The aroma burns your eyes and causes you to cough. Yet, its tinged with her pheromones. You can’t help but get closer. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“That’s it my little fan, approach. Come, it is your desire, your very want.”] A constant thick white stream of discharge leaks from betwixt her pulsing red lips. Above, her engorged clit pulses. Then, your eyes fixate on her butthole. The final bead is already cresting her anus, it’ll take almost no effort to pull it free. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdbfe08ff8834986bffd6df549ee5fca~mv2.png"> --- (if: $Bead is 2)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|4Bead]] - You can try and pull out the Final Bead ] You feel unable to move in any direction other than towards the Goddess’s awaiting sphincter.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Asshole]''//(set: $Bead to 2) (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You know, little fan, I’ve quite enjoyed the games you’ve been having with these women.” ] Mistress Monrose’s ravenous stomach interrupts her with a squelching groan. #(text-style:"sway")[Galoorble… ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmm, so much emotion, so much desire, it all swirls together peaking my lust for your body, little fan.”] The situation is becoming a bit more eerie for you. The connotations of how Mistress Monrose wishes to partake in your body, given her word choice and angry stomach, fills you with nervous dread. More commanding this time, Monrose stares down at you past her nose. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Come forth between my cheeks once again.”] The Mistress proceeds to stand and push her chair away from the table. Turning, she angles her ass towards you while leaning deeply forward onto the chair for stabilization. This position causes even the Mistress’s grand cheeks to part on their own with such a reclined stretch. A wave of foggy air coalesces around you, drenching your body in her fiery musk. Brimstone, that’s the smell. The aroma burns your eyes and causes you to cough. Yet, its tinged with her pheromones. You can’t help but get closer. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“That’s it my little fan, approach. Come, it is your desire, your very want.”] A constant thick white stream of discharge leaks from betwixt her pulsing red lips. Above, her engorged clit pulses. Then, your eyes fixate on her butthole. The final bead is already cresting her anus, it’ll take almost no effort to pull it free. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdbfe08ff8834986bffd6df549ee5fca~mv2.png"> --- (if: $Bead is 2)[ [[Pull Anal Bead Handle|4Bead Chaos]] - You can try and pull out the Final Bead ] [(if: $guile is >=1) [[Reason with Monrose|Monrose Full Tour Start]] – You know of the powers that this woman possesses and would like to strike a deal. (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)](if: $guile is <1)[You're out of guile! Your nerves are preventing you from reacting calmly.]] --- (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)] You feel unable to move in any direction other than towards the Goddess’s awaiting sphincter.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Melissa]''//(set: $DNAQMC to 1)(set: $DNAQA to 1) “Hmm, looking for something a little out of the ordinary for someone special hun?” Melissa winks at you. “Haha, I’m just kidding with ya. But in all honesty, I’ve been working on some extra ordinary concoctions as of late.” Melissa, still buzzing about behind the bar top flits about here and there while still communicating with you below. “Oh ya, I’m a real wiz with elixirs and the like. There’s an art to Mixology, almost like chemistry! It’s why I do what I do.” Remarks Melissa proudly. “My old teacher was a stern yet sharp woman, able to concoct all kinds of stuff. I learnt from her some tricks but decided to use my skills on other aspects of chemistry, i.e., drinks!” You’re quite impressed with the aerial display as Melissa prepares a drink, using a series of automated vending machine like systems set into the rear of the bar to prepare oversized (to you) orders. You're quite impressed with this woman’s knowledge, respect and understanding of Mixology. “Tell ya what, I need to test out some new drinks, how’s about you help me out and I can make some bomb ass drinks that’ll impress anyone!” This prospect piques your interest as you nod your head in approval. “Ok sweet, glad you’re on board hun!” She smiles and nods her head back at you. “I’ll be doing most of the work in preparing the actual drink, but there is one ingredient I need to make each unique drink PERSONALIZED for their respective patrons.” Melissa begins to hesitate, unsure of how to explain her next words. “You see, here’s where the chemistry of Mixology comes into play. To make a drink truly worthy of being someone’s absolute favorite, I’ll need a small sample of their…well…DNA.” Melissa looks awkwardly off to the side. “Mhm, ya, I don’t care how you get it, but take these vials and fill them up. Again, don’t care how, but TRUST me, I can make the best drinks ever if you can get me a person’s DNA for the drink.” Melissa lands down to the bar top and presents you with the vials before hesitating. “Oh and one more thing to note.” She stares past you at the gargantuan giantess, Mistress Monrose, that dominates your horizon. “The Mistress actually just prefers straight wine, the older the better. I’ve tried concocting specialty drinks for her before with no luck.” Melissa pauses, looking down to the ground somewhat embarrassed. “Don’t ask me how I got the DNA. Anyways, here.” You tentatively accept the vials from Melissa. The handful of tiny, semi opaque vials are made of hard glass. You could fit all sorts of things inside each one. You nod to Melissa. Whether you follow through or not with the task is up to you. --- [[Go Back|Bar Top Melissa]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// #(text-style:"blur","sway")[GRRMMmmm…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_debb83f4ead04ba6a54caadeed066b20~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho, seems like my belly is enjoying their company!”] Mistress Monrose then cocks her head, somewhat surprised by your question. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm? Oh, you mean to know why they behave as they do? Well, it is quite simple my little fan.” ] With her arms still folded, Mistress Monrose scoots her chin even closer towards you, so that you are now only about a foot away from her smiling plush lips. The fiery red lipstick glimmers in the dim light of the bar, creases in her lips bend showing just the subtleties of middle age. Tiny imperceivable hairs dot the perimeter of her lips, not unbecoming but something that goes unnoticed at a macroscopic scale. But here, at your minimized state, you see everything. You then observe those lips part again as Mistress Monrose punctuates her next words, deliberately revealing her parted maw. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e810a01a13fd42818dde570545856f9d~mv2.png"> --- Her tone is serious, lacking the dullness of her previously enebriated state. (text-colour:red)[“All of my fans, truly deep down within their very souls, yearn to give themselves to me. Become one, with me.”] You stand, solid, like a statue. Glued in place once more like before whence she sang atop the stage. (text-colour:red)[“I, alongside my sisters know this, and so we dig into that desire, that our followers provide. And I relish oh so dearly in those that are…willing.”] #(text-style:"blink")[SNAP!] Mistress Monrose clacks her jaw closed before resuming her previously boisterous and happy demeanor. With her smile painted once more upon her lips, Monrose scoots away from you. Eyes again half lidded, she winks. You can continue to ask Mistress Monrose questions or instead return to the Bar Top. --- [[Ask About the Bands]] – Given that Mistress Monrose is a Faculty Head, she’s bound to have some info regarding the Gala’s bands. [[Ask About ‘Fun Stuff’]] – Mistress Monrose alluded to the fact that minimized students like to have ‘fun.’ You’re no stranger to these activities. Maybe entertaining Monrose could garner you some sway/perks. (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

(if: $BCB is true)[ Mistress Monrose looks at you now with no joy in her face. Instead, she is all business. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_92941da564d145af83b269847d92019e~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I’ve watched you peruse this Lounge student. I’ve seen you POISON the other woman here. I know what you have done with that stolen vial.”] A cool sweat forms at your brow. How did she know, of all people? The whole time she was busy chatting away at the bar. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I see the confusion in your eyes. But rest assured, we at Fantasia, my sisters and I, can accomplish feats you can scarcely imagine. To me, your world, your life, your ideals, are akin to a bug amongst a universe of giants.”] She leans down towards you, punctuating her next words carefully. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Because that’s what you are, a bug.”] Monrose leans back once more. You fear that your end is near, your chaotic actions have caught up to you thus far, there’s no more hope. This is where you will die- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I admire it, though. Your drive, your ferociousness, your cutthroat attitude. It reminds me of Meduna Baha! You don’t care who or what gets in your way do you?” ] You sigh, close call there. Simply put, you shrug. Your goal is strong. Graduate, earn prestige, gain control. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I like your ideals little fan. For that, you shall be justly rewarded. Come, it is time we enjoyed the desires of our hedonistic bodies within the privacy of my chambers. Oh and don’t worry, you’re little poisoned girlies shall be joining us too! Bahaha! I’m sure they’ll enjoy using you in their drunken stupors!” ] Without warning, like all too many times before this very evening, you are snatched up into Mistress Monrose’s brown hands. You get one last look at the Bar Top and briefly notice that Laura, your fellow minimized student is no longer there. Where did she go? Then, the palms close entirely, sealing you in darkness. [[Continue|Private Room Intro CHAOS]] ](else:)[Mistress Monrose looks at you now with no joy in her face. Instead, she is all business. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_92941da564d145af83b269847d92019e~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I’ve watched you peruse this Lounge student. I’ve seen you communicate with the other woman here.” ] A cool sweat forms at your brow. How did she know, of all people? The whole time she was busy chatting away at the bar. Were you too direct with your friends? You were just trying to be nice. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I see the confusion in your eyes. But rest assured, we at Fantasia, my sisters and I, can accomplish feats you can scarcely imagine. To me, your world, your life, your ideals, are akin to a bug amongst a universe of giants.”] She leans down towards you, punctuating her next words carefully. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Because that’s what you are, a bug.”] Monrose leans back once more. You fear that your end is near, you’ve tried your best to be graceful with your actions but to this goddess it wasn’t enough. There’s no more hope. This is where you will die- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I admire it, though. Your kindred spirit, your honesty, your kindness. I’ve never seen anyone make it this far at the Gala by helping others and not getting stepped over in the process!”] You sigh, close call there. Simply put, you smile. Your goal is just. Graduate, cooperate with others, and make the world a better place. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I like your ideals little fan. For that, you shall be justly rewarded. Come, it is time we enjoyed the desires of our hedonistic bodies within the privacy of my chambers. Oh, and don’t worry, your dear friends shall be joining us too! Bahaha! I’m sure they’ll enjoy fighting over you!”] Without warning, like all too many times before this very evening, you are snatched up into Mistress Monrose’s brown hands. You get one last look at the Bar Top and briefly notice that Laura, your fellow minimized student is no longer there. Where did she go? Then, the palms close entirely, sealing you in darkness. [[Continue|Private Room Intro Grace]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Other Option]''// This is absurd. There’s no way you’re going to just crawl into this random tunnel girl’s snatch or asshole to be ferried along to this ‘Professor.’ You demand that there must be another way for her to carry you. Gilly peaks down between her legs, face upside down twisted in confusion.(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ehh?! Morsel, no other place safe!”] As if to emphasize her point further, Gilly pats around her body. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“No pockets.”] She shakes her head. Then, the girl squeezes her tiny breasts together and frowns. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Too small! Morsel will slip!”] Still with her head upside down, peering through her legs back at you, she quizzically thinks for a moment, tongue peeking between her sharp razor teeth. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ah, Morsel can go in here again!” ]Gilly plants her forehead onto the ground and opens her maw wide. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4a48007e7fad4f9290d883f8beff095d~mv2.png"> --- Almost in a faint whisper, Gilly mutters off to the side. (text-colour:#6f956f)[^^“But if Morsel is too tasty…and then Professor would be…” ^^] She shakes her head, closing her eyes tight in focus. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“No NO, its ok, Gilly will NOT eat Morsel!”] She smiles wide, that same toothy grin sending a shudder down your spine. Tentatively, you begin to walk forward. You were already in her mouth once before, what’s the harm in going in there again? --- [[Continue|Gilly Mouth]]

Without hesitation, Gilly reaches to the side of her dress, peeling back the hem to reveal her bare thigh. Strapped against it is a small dagger. She smiles at you innocently. “Gilly like knives!” She tenderly taps the blade. “Gilly uses knives when doing shows with Agatha!” Carefully, she pulls her dress back down. Hopefully she doesn’t have to use it… [[Go Back|Gilly Idle]]

(set: $question5 to false) Professor Arc raises her glasses and rubs her brows, sighing. “Simply put, Gillian was, nay, IS an experiment gone wrong.” Gilly cocks her head innocently off to the side, oblivious to the conversation at hand. Then she catches sight of a small mouse running off into the corner. She bounds towards it, heavy green rump waggling about. “She is a student of the Arts and works with the show faculty on the 2nd floor. The headmaster wanted to develop further physical augmentations via medical enhancements to improve the capabilities of our athletes. Not wanting to use our current athletes, an unwilling student of low merit was chosen as a test subject. The work did…not go as planned.” The Professor glances past you, a thousand-yard stare affixed to her green knowledgeable eyes. She does not respond with a question in turn. --- [[Return to Questions|Professor Questions]]

(set: $question4 to false) Professor Arc folds her arms firmly across her chest once more as she adjusts into a power stance, gritting her teeth. “If you do me a favor, I may be willing to divulge more information regarding this subject. Although there is a generous size disparity between the two of us, meaning you pose little to no physical threat to me, your knowledge could still be dangerous if you inform the wrong people. You must understand this, surely.” You nod. “Now to my question. A simple one. Have you any friends or allys here at the Gala?” --- [[Currently you are trying to make many more allys, success hinges upon cooperation.]] [[You don’t need allies, only tools to reach the top.]]

“This here is a temporary space I’ve set up for the weekend’s events. It’ll serve as a foothold for my operations. What those operations consist of are dependent on your next answer to MY question.” There is an air of threat to her words. Best answer carefully. "What are your thoughts of your school’s headmaster, Mrs. Meadows?" --- [[Explain how she is a powerful and domineering woman. You would do anything to gain her favor. Getting on Meadows’ good side is a path to success.]] [[She is your headmaster and nothing more. You need to reach her during this Gala to graduate.]] [[You saw her shrink and swallow a student whole! She’s mysterious and dangerous. Caution is a must.]]

(set: $question8 to true)(set: $PoolKeyCard to true) Professor Arc draws in a long breath. She then grabs a stool, to sit down. Resting, her elbows down on the tabletop, she steeples her palms before you. You are now level, on equal terms, with the Professor, something you’re not quite used to at your scale. “I need someone I can trust to pilot a Mechanoid for me, the tiny robots I've been creating. Simple enough, yet I need this individual to have gained the trust and favor of Fantasia’s elite. I am reluctant to divulge my intents for now but know that if you were to gain control of a Mechanoid, your safety around this Manor would be greatly increased.” “Unfortunately, after being let go of my position at Fantasia, my access to the required tech to operate human controlled Mechanoids has been restricted. Without getting into too many of the scientific details, I would need a device called a Neura Transmitter.” Professor Arc retrieves a folder containing a variety of schematics and notes. Pointing to one object in particular, a small set of bead like objects affixed together by a small tether. A string of beads. Looks somewhat like a sexual device… “No they are not anal beads, it is a Neura Transmitter.” Chides the Professor. “The headmaster must have a spare Neura Transmitter somewhere here on the premises. Where, however, is a mystery. However, I do have a plan.” Professor Arc clenches her fists together, determined. “An old colleague of mine, Mrs. Larson, had a falling out a while back with the Headmistress over the philosophy with ‘punishing’ underperforming students. Larson is more aligned with rehabilitation, while Meadows prefers extermination, to put it lightly. Nevertheless, Larson is still employed, due to her exceptional production of great athletes.” Professor Arc shuffles about in her pocket once more, so full of things! “Here, take this key card, it will help you gain access to the outdoor pool. Mrs. Larson frequents it often.” Professor Arc stands up and motions for Gilly to approach. “If you wish to return here to me, access the vents, Gilly will most likely find you in there sooner or later and transport you here.” Gilly, now standing beside Professor Arc, only reaching up towards her breasts, smiles widely and nods. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“I carry Morsel, yes yes!” ] The Professor tussles Gilly’s hair. “Do not dally now, bring me the Neura Transmitter and I can prepare a Mechanoid for you. Then, you’ll have gained my trust. Good luck.” --- [[Return to Questions|Professor Questions]]

(set: $question3 to false) “You were startled with my actions earlier I assume. Understandable, I shall extrapolate.” From her lab coat pocket, Professor Arc pulls forth another small tiny woman with blonde frizzy hair, nude and squirming about. She tosses the figure down carelessly towards the medical pan where you stand. Off to the side, Gilly perks up. You swear you hear the faintest sound of her stomach grumbling, even from across the room. The feminine body slaps down onto the cold metal surface. The form squirms and then rights itself. The ‘woman’ now casually sits, legs cross legged, head bobbing side to side slowly. As you approach, it becomes all too obvious from your perspective that this is no ordinary human, and instead is a replica. The eyes stare blankly, there are thin metallic creases barely visible along the arms, abdomen, and legs that denote a point of fused metal. And lastly, a small antenna is barely visible at the back Mechanoid’s head, peaking just above the mound of frizzy hair. A robot. “Synthetic flesh, formed into humanoid robots. I developed them myself as a replacement for people who use actual LIVE BAMS technology for recreational purposes. An individual can sync up with the Mechanoids to experience what it is like to be small without being shrunken themselves. A safer option. I’m sure I don’t need to explain this to you, do I?” You nod in agreement. All too many times you have risked life and limb either by willingly or unwillingly getting yourself into various dangerous situations involving giants. “I have no question for you after this query, but instead a proposal. I am certain you would want your own Mechanoid form to traverse the events of the Gala safely. Well, that can be arranged, as long as you retrieve something important for me.” Professor Arc then pockets the Mechanoid. Off to the side, Gilly whimpers in disappointment. The Professor pays her no mind. --- [[Return to Questions|Professor Questions]]

My name is Joanna Arcin, but most refer to me as Professor Arc. I used to work as a Prof for the BAMS at Fantasia, but no longer. For every question, I shall ask one in turn. If you would so kindly introduce yourself. --- [[Answer truthfully]] Professor Arc could be a valuable asset. [[Answer deceitfully]] Best to keep your identity a secret.

(set: $question6 to false) “This basement room is a historic part of Meadows Mansion. But made inaccessible and lost to history over time. That is, unless one is cognizant of its existence and capable of traversing the vents or shrinking themselves.” “Thus, I needed a BAMS student, retrieved by Gilly, to complete a variety of tasks that befit my goals.” “My question to you is, why were you, I assume, snooping around in the vents in the first place?” --- [[To find better ways to traverse the Manor.]] [[To follow along with Gilly, you can’t pass up the opportunity to get frisky with cute girls.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels with Gilly]''// Gilly stops in her tracks, somewhere in the dim confines of the Manor’s tunnels. Here rough hands fish you out of your net container beneath her sweltering pits. You’re brought upwards abruptly to her inquisitive green face, her cute, upturned button nose sniffing you in the darkness. The orange glow of her eyes stares directly into your very own. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Yes yes, anything for Morsel! Where does smelly wanna go?” ] --- [[Ask to travel in Gilly’s Asshole]] [[Ask to travel in Gilly’s Pussy]] [[Ask to travel in Gilly’s Mouth]] Never mind. [[Remain in her Armpit|Gilly Travel]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels with Gilly]''// ##Kehehehe! The Gremlin Girl chortles deeply as she grins down upon your tiny body mischievously. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel will be VERY stinky if it goes there!”] She shrugs, gripping you firmly as she rolls onto her back. You are swiftly brought down to the space between her legs, in front of her dirt flecked bottom. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_aef3b8dd83f8462caa49eb9b3ff3c376~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh well, Gilly doesn’t know why Morsel likes the dirty poo spot, but Gilly doesn’t mind!”] While speaking, the Gremlin Girl parts her sweaty leotard, the clammy cloth resisting her pull for a moment before peeling away with a waft of heavy damp air. A surge of ass sweat, and more acrid tones fills your nostrils. You stare into the pulsing green and red tinted orifice that is this girl’s anus. She does not hesitate in greeting you with your desired transportation chamber, immediately plunging you roughly against the tacky hole. Your face presses firmly into the rubbery flesh, bits and pieces of debris caked around her anus scraping against your face. You hold your breath before you are plunged into Gilly’s rancid inner world. --- [[Continue|Gilly Rectum2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels with Gilly]''// Gilly looks at you uneasily, a mix of temptation and concern plastered across her cute little face. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel, Gilly thinks that Gilly might swallow Morsel if it goes back in there…”] The Gremlin girl’s eyes drift off suddenly, memories sprouting up in her head of your delicious flavor. Her glowing orange eyes list for a moment before she shakes her head, regaining her composure. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Buuut…if Morsel insists then it ok!”] She abruptly brings you up towards her gleaming fanged smile. At this point, you are quite familiar with the Gremlin Girl's carnivorous maw. The white gates of her sharp teeth part to reveal the slick red domain that is her sweltering mouth. A copious amount of drool already fills the chamber as a low gurgle bubbles up from the back of her throat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d6b12e96f5c54ef5bf054d641ec0b4eb~mv2.png"> --- Gingerly, you place your hands against the dampness of her tongue. With little hesitation you hoist yourself inside, a sudden CLACK of her jaws echoing out behind you. [[Continue|Gilly Mouth2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels with Gilly]''// Gilly suddenly perks up when you ask to travel in the confines of her slick womanly depths. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“OH! Morsel wants to go inside Gilly’s warm place?” ] Gilly smiles deviously, obviously keen to unite your tiny form with her hungering snatch. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Make sure you squirm nice for Gilly!”] Gripping you firmly, she plants her heavy butt onto the soil below, bringing you down swiftly to the space between her thick thighs. The Gremlin Girl then parts her sweaty leotard, the clammy cloth resisting her pull for a moment before peeling away with a waft of tangy muggy air. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_490842182848494c9b74239e5daf3a30~mv2.png"> --- A surge of vaginal mucous and more sweet tones fills your nostrils. You stare at the generous green labial lips and the crimson folds of Gilly’s vaginal canal. With gusto, she plants your body into her sweltering nethers. She takes a moment to rub your form up and down the length of her sticky folds. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mmm, Morsel feel goooood!”] Moaning emanates from above as you feel her clitoral hood, a hard little nub, brush roughly against your face. The orb pulsates and flexes with your tender touch. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Now, go in!” ] Roughly, she orients you headfirst towards her vaginal canal. Slick folds briefly part with her kegel flexes, bands of vaginal mucosa stretching deeper within. You hold your breath before you are plunged into Gilly’s slick and slimy inner world. --- [[Continue|Gilly Vagina2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// Her face beams as you ask for a lift. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Of course Morsel, Gilly always happy to help!”] --- [[Continue|Gilly Travel]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Stomach]''// Turning towards the cardiac sphincter, the firm ring of muscle dilates periodically, just like when you were on the other side of it lodged within Gilly’s throat. Given that she is lying down at a steep angle, the valve is even slightly below you. With enough strength, the assistance of gravity, and given that Gilly is unconscious, you should be able to squeeze through the sphincter and re-enter the esophagus. --- [[Squeeze Through|Gilly’s Throat]] – With renewed breath, you can try and escape Gilly’s confines once more. [[Remain for now|Gillys Stomach2]] – You’re not ready to leave just yet.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Stomach]''// You travel across the expanse of Gilly’s stomach. The ground is uneven but only shifts in brief spurts, unlike other more conscious stomachs. Firm rugae, the veiny walls of the belly in charge of churning and digesting, still make walking along the surface a difficult task. You narrowly avoid falling into the murky pool of orange fluid that rests at the center of Gilly’s belly. Along your trek, carefully hugging the exterior walls of the stomach, you also notice a slightly brownish red mass floating just beneath the fluid. A slice of bacon?! Does this girl even chew? Seems like alongside cheese, Gilly has a preference for savory foods like meat and cheeses. Eventually, you reach the pyloric sphincter at the opposite end of the stomach. This valve is much larger than the esophageal one, probably because its role is to ferry a decent chunk of matter towards Gilly’s small intestine. Suddenly, you are startled as the plush knot of muscle dilates significantly. The stomach undulates in a wave of movement, a blob of murky fluid sliding towards the opening like a river. Then, the valve shuts angrily once more. #(text-style:"sway")[SQRRGGGLL…] This process continues as time goes on. You stare. It’s fascinating how her body ushers forward food even in her unconscious state. This is digestion, this is Gilly’s body converting matter, food, into her. Down through that hole, substances are converted into their bass forms and assimilated into her body. Food, turned into Gilly. Then that food becomes her waste. Open, then close. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SKlrk…GLrshhh.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fa9c726def48400c98f0039f4ada817c~mv2.png"> --- [[Approach]] – You must get closer. [[Remain for now|Gillys Stomach2]] – Snap yourself out of it!

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Shat On]''// You will not be taken advantage of, and thus you squirm relentlessly against the confines you now find yourself in. The tight orifice before you clenches feeling your aggressive movements and you hear a rumbling from farther above. #"So, it's going to be the hard way, eh WORM? Well then, enjoy your punishment!" The two fingers holding onto your form squeeze down impossibly tight. You feel bones begin to strain as your body is squished into a near paste. Blackness starts to coalesce around your periphery as you feel your legs go numb from the pressure. Significant damage has now been dealt to your form. Instead of imminent death from the crushing confines of her fingers, the Creepy Girl releases your body carelessly to fall to the grass below. Stunned as you contact the grass and soil, bleary eyed you stare upwards to once more bear witness to the impressive scale of the Creepy Girl's ass. #"If you treat your Goddess like SHIT, you deserve nothing more than to be BURIED in SHIT! HAHAH!" You try and comprehend the situation that you now find yourself in, yet here and now lying in the grass beneath the behemoth’s behind, you can barely cling on as it is. You hear a grunting noise from above as the tight pink sphincter opens to push out a puff of stale air. ##''PHRP!'' You cough, as her anus releases a surge of fetid fumes. The asshole does not close back to its previous size, however. Instead, the hole remains agape, a tinge of brown cresting the perimeter of her anus. A sickening crackling can be heard as the Creepy Girl pushes out an incredible brown log. Unable to move, you merely watch as the truck sized piece of shit dangles above you, before breaking off plummeting directly towards your form. There is sudden blackness. Then, nothing. #"That'll show you WORM!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d2f907d1026d49dbbcccb044feb0724b~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Mouth]''// ##(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!] The creamy cheese slips neatly down into the depths of Gilly’s esophagus. Her dexterous tongue keeps you centered in her maw with a front row seat to her act of simple everyday consumption. The tongue once more comes to rest, only the faintest tinge of orange saliva remains stretched across the tip of her uvula. For a moment the droplet wavers, then breaks free from the red arch, dripping down to join the rest of the cheese goop in her stomach below. The esophagus wavers for a moment, then pulsates, as a nauseating wave of acidic air wafts past you in a rush. ##(text-style:"shudder")[BWAP!] The tongue flaps around you as the chamber comes alive once more with Gilly’s speech. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Tasty! Thank you, Morsel, for the extra snack!”]] --- [[Continue|Gilly Mouth2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's Shoe]''// You clamor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse, you notice the undone lace in front of you within arm’s reach. Farther up the shoe, you can see the edge of her white socks peeking out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can continue to [[climb up her leg|No Funny Business]]. Or you can [[slip into the shoe|Foot Fetish]] itself, given its looseness. Alternatively, you could just [[re-tie the shoelaces|Task Complete]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's Shoe]''// You clamor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse, you notice the undone lace in front of you within arm’s reach. Farther up the shoe, you can see the edge of her white socks peeking out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can try to [[climb up her leg again, despite her warnings.|Funny Business]]. Or you can [[slip into the shoe|Foot Fetish]] itself, given its looseness. Alternatively, you could just [[re-tie the shoelaces|Task Complete]].

(set: $MargoMad to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''// You sail to the ground, skidding against the bodyguard's abdomen and leg, scuffed but no worse for wear. You rush away from the giantess, not thinking of how you’ll outrun her at your scale or where to go for that matter. Hesitantly, you glance back. Strangely, Margo does not move and instead stays affixed to her post at the base of the stairs. Your pace begins to slow as it dawns upon you. This woman is so adamant to complete the task given to her by Ms. Meadows that she is unwilling to move even a foot away from her post. You smile, safe for the time being. The giantess folds her arms, glaring down upon your tiny form. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“It seems as though I’ve been tricked at my very own game, leaving myself vulnerable to a sly ant’s tactics. I can’t say that I agree with your antics, yet ultimately, I still have my red band and mean to keep it.”] You sigh, your assumptions confirmed by Margo’s words. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“But know this ant, if you dare as so get a mere inch near me without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”] Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.”] You shudder, having just avoided a potentially fatal outcome. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_68039f2319fa49a7a9e6f5a481595df3~mv2.png"> --- You feel as though you should respond in some way to Margo’s remarks before leaving. You can (text-colour:orange)[ [[taunt her]] ], having beat her at her own game why not? (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] Or you can (text-colour:cyan)[ [[bow]] ], although she was bested, you still honor the challenge.(text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer").

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Ballroom]''// (if: $FreshLobby2 is true)[You head eastwards along the grooves set about through the baseboards. Down the length of the corridor, the intricate Saga depicts a myriad of Greek philosophical and legendary events. At the end of the hall twin serpents coil around a 20ft high olive green door. Their mouths are filled with sharp pointed teeth, their eyes glisten inlaid with rubies. Carved beneath them is the word 'Ballroom.' A small pocket of students mumble to one another, crowding around the door. "It's locked, no point in trying to get in. My prof said we'll need to attend a meeting first in the foyer before this wing opens up." One student tries the doorknob, a brass piece that has a snake coiled around it. They recoil back quickly, wincing and sucking on their finger. A tiny droplet of blood sprouts from the wound. "Ouch! It pricked me!" The students hesitate, then back away slowly. You notice no means of entry either under or around the door. You'll need to come back later it seems. [[Go Back|East Hall]](set: $FreshLobby2 to false)](else:)[You head eastwards along the grooves set about through the baseboards. Down the length of the corridor, the intricate Saga depicts a myriad of Greek philosophical and legendary events. At the end of the hall twin serpents coil around a 20ft high olive green door. Their mouths are filled with sharp pointed teeth, their eyes glisten inlaid with rubies. Carved beneath them is the word 'Ballroom.' --- You have reached the end of the second patch. Thank you tremendously for your support. The Ballroom will include events with both Beth and Mistress Meduna, patron of dance! A fierce woman with immense standards, will you be able to live up to her posh and refined expectations? Potentially you can utilize Beth (if you've stayed in her good books that is) to help you succeed in the Serpentine Waltz. This area will also branch off into another zone, known as the Study. Here, learn more about your B.A.M.S. program and how other minimized students are faring during the Gala's trials thus far. Stay tuned for future patches! [[Go Back|East Hall]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Top]''// You stand atop the long black marble Bar, a tiny spec amongst a crowd of half full drinks, bottles of alcohol and simple snacks. To the North at the right end of the bar is The Bodyguard from the foyer. She fidgets in place, undecided on which position to rest at near the Bar. She is dressed in formal attire, but her disposition is flustered. She tugs anxiously at her tight fitting dress. Her face is squished up in concern, out of place like a fish out of water. Just behind you is one of the Faculty Mistresses herself, Monrose. She continues to sip heavily from an oversized wine glass. Her face is flushed with eyes half lidded as she takes another full swig. With a great exhalation she plants the glass down roughly against the Bar top. She’s casually talking it seems with a minimized woman on the other side of the Bar. To the west is the Bartender, a label on her shirt with the name ‘Melissa.’ Astoundingly, she’s floating in the air behind the Bar! You notice a very simplistic backpack affixed to her shoulders, most certainly the device providing her with flight capabilities. You also notice your minimized colleague from earlier, the girl Laura. Currently she’s sitting with her back against a large beer can, staring off blankly into the distance. Best leave her alone for now. Lastly, you notice just south of Melissa on the bartender’s side of the bar top is a rolled-up rope ladder. Could be a way of getting up and down the top of the bar. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_04d8af77c64547e29d649fa874acdb6c~mv2.png"> --- [[Go North|Bar Top Margo]] – Approach The Bodyguard. Maybe you can ascertain what’s bothering her? [[Get Monrose’s Attention|Bar Top Monrose]] – Should be easy enough to get her attention from here. [[Get the Melissa’s Attention|Bar Top Melissa]] – She seems to have the run of this place. [[Go Down|Bar Top Descend]] – Unroll the ladder and head down. (if: $FreeGilly is 2)[ [[Get Gilly's Attention|Gilly Bar Top]] - You could tap her hip to get her fleeting attention. ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You descend the rope ladder after unrolling it. You can now re ascend the bar top from this location. After reaching the floor, you notice another rope ladder on the far end of the bar, leading up to the shelves above that house the alcohol. --- [[Return to Lounge Central|The Lounge]] – Head back to the middle of the lounge where you can access each of its locations. [[Climb the Shelf Ladder]] – This other ladder leads up towards where the booze is stored. [[Climb back up|Bar Top]] – Return to the Bar Top.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// (if: $BQuest is 1)[You skitter along the Bar Top northwards. The dim ambient lighting serves to hide you well as you duck and dodge around larger patrons, unaware of your presence. You leap across spilled drink puddles and pass by stray hands finally reaching a small section of bar that is mostly empty at the very end. There, alone, is the Bodyguard from the entrance, Margo. She sits by herself, dressed formally in a tight fitting brown dress. It suits her well, accentuating her toned figure but still emphasizing her feminine properties. Her heavy breasts however struggle to maintain themselves locked away in her chest. Ok, maybe the dress is a bit too tight after all. Periodically, Margo sips from a beer mug, grasping the handle to bring the frothy beverage up to her thin lips, taking light delicate swallows before placing it down once more. She then grasps a nearby can labeled, ‘Milson’s Low Calorie Beer’, and pours the remainder of the beverage into her beer mug. Then, she crushes the can firmly within her fist before lying the crumpled-up mass next to her now full tumbler. The force of that squeeze against the can was swift and firm. She flattened the entire thing with just one hand! You hesitate for a moment. You recall the events from earlier within the foyer. Does she remember you and your actions? Farther past Margo, you also notice at the far end of the bar top is a small clear bowl of maraschino cherries, the sugary kind used to adorn fancy drinks or sundaes. Best to decide your next actions carefully depending on how you engaged with Margo earlier. [[Approach Margo Directly]] – You’re confident with your previous actions. [[Sneak Around Margo]] – Rather not get her attention at the moment. [[Return to the Central Bar Top|Bar Top]] ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d8514dca673d457299e19223d2c3daf7~mv2.png"> --- (if: $BQuest is 2)[ (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey, how’s it going little friend? Did you get me that drink you promised yet?”] [[Return to the Central Bar Top|Bar Top]] - You haven't retrieved a drink for Margo yet. ] (if: $DNAQMC is 1)[ (text-colour:yellow)[[[Ask Margo how her Dress is Fitting|Margo Boob Squish]]] - It looks to be a bit tight. Maybe you could help in some way?] (if: $BQuest is 3)[ (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey, how’s it going little friend? Did you get me that drink you promised yet?”] [[Offer Margo the New Drink]] ] (if: $MargoDrunk is 1) [ The massive Bodyguard Margo is currently in a drunken stupor. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“BAAARRRKEEEP! HEEEYYY! WHERE-IS-MY-DARINK!?”] [[Return to the Central Bar Top|Bar Top]] – Best not get in her way until you have reason to. ] (if: $BQuest is 4)[ You also notice some sticky cherries at the end of the bar. You could collect some for Mistress Monrose. [[Approach the Cherries]] ] (if: $BQuest is 4)[ Margo continues to drink happily from her special drink. [[Return to the Central Bar Top|Bar Top]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Melissa]''// You head towards the opposite edge of the bar and wave down the bartender, Melissa. She hovers about, zipping too and frow almost like a busy bee. Attending to some other patrons before you, Melissa eventually lands down in front of you. Wiping a bit of sweat from her brow, she smiles warmly before tilting her chin up in acknowledgement. “Hey, hun. Oh, you’re the minimized student I saw earlier near the fountain, good to see you again.” She brushes her curly hair out of her eyes before walking over to the back edge of the bar. You’re given your first up close glimpse of the apparatus Melissa wears on her back. It’s a simple metallic backpack with two vents sprouting from the bottom. Seemingly lightweight, sleek, with a minimalist design. A jetpack! She turns back, catching your gaze. “Oh, this thing? An old friend of mine made it for me when I used to be a student like you, back in the day. Comes in handy when I have to do minimized work.” She pats the jetpack fondly. “Only one in stock though, as far as I know. So, ground and ladders I guess for the rest of you for the time being.” Melissa winks coyly. “Anywho, what can I do for ya hun? Thirsty?” --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_aff18a9f182347d7adb2fe251a10d3d4~mv2.png"> --- You look past Melissa at the rows upon rows of spirits, liqueurs, and other alcoholic beverages lining the rear of the bar, all illuminated by warm glowing orange light. Curiously enough, you also notice an elusive black vial, only a couple of inches tall, with a purple amethyst stopper at the top. It sits on the opposite side of the bar, tucked beside a couple of other bottles. Dust gathers around it. You’d need to get to the floor first before finding a way to climb up to the other side. --- (if: $MQuest is 1)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Request Wine for Mistress Monrose]]] – Her glass is running low; a refill should do her good. ] (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Ask about Specialty Drinks]]] – If you wanted to really impress someone, a custom drink should do the trick. (if: $DNAQMC is 2)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Ask Melissa to make a Specialty Drink]]] - You have the ingredients to make one for Margo.] (if: $AQuest is 2)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Ask Melissa to make a Specialty Drink|Agatha Drink]]] - You have the ingredients to make one for Agatha.] --- [[Return to the Bar Top|Bar Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// (if: $MQuest is 1)[You turn towards the massive purple wall behind you. Mistress Monrose’s gut wobbles as she sips eagerly at her massive soon to be empty wine glass. You swear that her belly has gotten bigger since your first encounter with her. You shudder, knowing that past that layer of cloth, flesh and fat are three other minimized students stewing in her guts…and enjoying it. How? You stifle your apprehensions and approach her with a holler and a wave. In the middle of finishing her drink, Mistress Monrose peaks one half lidded iris down towards your tiny form, acknowledging your presence. She removes the glass from her lips, setting the now empty thing down beside you. It’s at least four times your size. #(text-style:"rumble")[CLINK!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, it’s you again! Hola, my tiny fan.”] Leaning down now, Mistress Monrose folds her arms along the bar top, just a couple of feet away from you. She then brings her head down atop her arms down to your level. Her massive bronze face and gleaming crimson eyes stare at you in joy and excitement. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I just adore getting to know the minimized students. You’re all just too cute and get into all sorts of fun stuff. I’m so glad you came to my Lounge this evening!”] Her wide plush lips are set into a perpetual hearty smile, almost too boisterous. Those lips then peel back revealing large imposing teeth, picturesque, white and gleaming. Suddenly, her face and disposition contorts. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ooof, I feel those students are working up a-“] #(text-style:"rumble")[HUURAP!] Briefly, Mistress Monrose’s teeth part, revealing her wide and imposing maw for a brief second. A billowing uvula in the far dark back sways about, caught in the winds of her interrupting burp. Then, something dark flies UP from below the uvula and lands with a wet smack on the floor just inches away from you. A tattered green dress, worn by one of the swallowed students from earlier… (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh dios mio! How impolite of me. Seems like those students are getting a bit too frisky in there! Bahahaha!” ] Mistress Monrose leans back, eyes closed, to laugh boisterously, patting her distended stomach.] { (if: $MQuest is 2)[(text-colour:#a40aeb)["Any word on that drink? I'm getting thirsty!"]] (if: $MQuest is 3)[(text-colour:#a40aeb)["Where's my snack little fan? If you take too long, then it'll just have to be you! BAHAHAHA! Just kidding!"]] (if: $MQuest is 5)[Monrose wiggles her butt in her seat uncomfortably, (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hurry tiny fan, I have an itch that just needs to be scratched!”]] } (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Anywho, what can I do for you my little fan?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2e4c9dafdfd842a288541796d7ea0870~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:green)[ [[Ask About the Bands]]] – Given that Mistress Monrose is a Faculty Head, she’s bound to have some info regarding the Gala’s bands. [[Ask about the Swallowed Students]] – You’re both concerned and intrigued. You know some people get off from vorish scenarios, but all three students initially seemed fearful… (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Ask About ‘Fun Stuff’]]] – Mistress Monrose alluded to the fact that minimized students like to have ‘fun.’ You’re no stranger to these activities. Maybe entertaining Monrose could garner you some sway/perks. { (if: $MQuest is 2)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Offer Monrose the New Drink]]] - Direct her to the new glass of full wine. ] (if: $MQuest is 4)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Offer Monrose a Cherry]]] - Present her a sweet sticky cherry as a snack. ] (if: $MQuest is 6)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Offer Monrose the Plastic Fork]]] - Suggest that the fork would be a good scratching device. ] (if: $MQuest is 7)[ (if: $AQuest is 4)[ (if: $BQuest is 4)[ (if: $FreeGilly is 2)[(text-colour:yellow)[ [[Ask about your Reward]]] ]]]] } --- [[Go Back|Bar Top]]

(link:"Initial Encounter")[(go-to:"Alt Door Guard2")] - Feet, Body Exploration, Butt Play (Fatal/Non Fatal), Panty Play (Fatal/Non Fatal), Soft Vore, Digestion (Fatal), Gas/Scat (Optional) (link:"A Favor For Beth")[(go-to:"favor2.")] - Feet, Butt Play (Fatal/Non Fatal), Mouth Play, Soft Vore (Fatal), Panty Play --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_604b9ca7c0804b2fbe783707af01c77a~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Next Day]''// (text-colour:blue)[“Ugh, can’t concentrate on the dance with this pressure in my ass.”] Grumbles Beth. (text-colour:blue)[“Gotta hurry back, can’t keep Mistress Meduna waiting…”] The egg-white doorway towards the girl’s locker room opens. Lavish scents fill the air, a subtle fog of steam dampens the atmosphere while the splashing sounds of water trickling give the space an essence of tranquility. Beth quickly finds an empty private stall, seemingly in a rush. Today she wears a navy-blue ballroom gown alongside a set of blue heels. Her makeup is done a bit more formally, but still shows off her characteristic Alt nature with piercings and elaborate eye shadow. Swiftly, the girl hikes up her dress, pulling down her simple black undies to plop her tan lined ass onto the porcelain throne. The small fleshy globes part quickly from the pressure applied to the seat. Tiny bits of stray hairs line the perimeter of her tight snatch, while the interior lips twinkle pink with perspiration and dampness. A hissing follows suit, as Beth relieves her bladder, a stream of clear fluid rushing out of her urethra. (text-colour:blue)[“Ahhh, relief.”] She sighs. Further behind, the dark ring of the girls rectum pulses and remains flexed as she pees. A small puff of air escapes her rear. Slowly, Beth strains as the creases of her asshole flex wide to reveal a pink shaded interior replacing the brown radial lines of her anus’ exterior. (text-colour:blue)[“Hnng, gotta hurry…”] Seemingly she is in a rush, as suddenly the hole dilates wide, a round bulbous mass of brown slipping out past her rectal walls. Amongst the mass is a smattering of white specks. Your bones. All that remains of you, a snack forgotten by the Alt girl, is a pile of brown mush at the bottom of the toilet. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8f94aff3491d4ebb87d9bbff28129c01~mv2.png"> --- FLSSHHH! (text-colour:blue)[“Ok, gotta get back to the ballroom!”] --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl's Maw]''// ##SPLAT You land abruptly onto a slimy sticky surface, the Giant Alt Girl's tongue. You orient yourself towards the maw's entrance, the lips slowly tilting upwards into a smile from within. The tongue then bucks beneath you, ushering you towards the center where the silver tongue piercing rests. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fb38f11ca82243268526c07d41ad0b1f~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[Inspect Tongue Piercing]<c1| [Grab Tongue Piercing]<c2|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The metal ball twinges with specks of light and spittle alike. A metal rod affixes the piercing to her tongue. It looks slippery.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You grab onto the tongue piercing with little success. The spittle creates an impossibly slick surface.]] (if: $stringA is 1)[(text-colour:yellow)[ [Tie String to Piercing]<c3|]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You recall the string you found earlier and hastily tie it onto the tongue piercing. Hopefully it's enough to prevent you from entering this ravenous girl's digestive system...]] (if: $stringA is 0)[The tumultuous chamber shifts about restlessly as saliva begins to build up within the chamber. The dampness seeps into your clothes, slipping you further back towards the dark pit behind you. A rumbling groan emanates from the undulating throat, a moan of pleasure as the Alt Girl's tastebuds rub against your form. The slick surface becomes bumpier as you near the precipice of the esophagus. Beneath, her throat flexes, her epiglottis closing off her windpipe to reveal the pulsing tube that leads towards her ravenous stomach. Then, the chamber closes about you tightly yet the light from her open maw remains. Seems as though the Alt Girl is trying to swallow you with her mouth agape. Your body is tightened and then drawn downwards with a swift GLP! [[Continue Downwards.|Alt Girl Stomach]]] (if: $stringA is 1)[You pass into her pulsing esophagus, ushered down only an inch before the string about you grows taught! [[Continue Upwards.|Caught in Throat]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Beth's Note]''// Upon closer inspection, the note is drawn out on a thick sheet of paper. The writing is fine, cursive, and navy blue. It reads the following: (text-colour:navy)[//I’m not usually one to give second chances, yet here I am writing this note. You get one more shot, Pipsqueak. Next time you try and mess with me I won’t be so generous. If you want to make it up to me, I’ll be in the Ballroom. Bring me a smoke or I won’t even lock eyes with you. Also, Mistress Meadows is planning a formal introductory meeting in the Entrance Foyer for all the attending guests. She’ll most likely explain what’s going on this weekend so I wouldn’t miss it if I were you. Regards, Bethany//] Your feelings towards how you acted with Beth are your own. Nevertheless, it seems as though she has given you a second chance. Best not squander it. Either way, you should most definitely head towards the Entrance Foyer soon enough to be present for the entrance ceremony. From here you can climb down the [[towel|Woman's Changeroom]] off to the side to the tiled floor.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''// The tumultuous stomach gurgles ominously, intent on dissolving you into nothingness despite your resistance. But you know truly against all odds you must hold on. You’ve dealt with a variety of questionable situations before, and this one is no different. ##(text-style:"sway")[''GRRRRMMMMM!''] The Alt girl’s gut roars as a deluge of chyme rushes past you in a large acidic wave. You cling on dearly to the stomach lining as the current within the chamber picks up. A sucking drone burbles out far off from the corner of the stomach. Squinting, you can barely make out the pyloric sphincter widening slightly to ferry the girl’s stomach contents into her duodenum. This could be an opportunity to head deeper into the Alt girl’s body, but are your odds really better down there than your current conditions in her stomach? Regardless, you know that going down there into the depths of her guts is a one-way trip with the only exit being…her anus. You’ll need to make a choice. --- [[Venture deeper]], your odds down there are better than in the stomach. [[Hang on a bit longer]] in her stomach, maybe there is a slim chance she’ll still let you out.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Beth's Stomach]''// Daring to venture deeper, you slide downwards ever so slightly, then the world goes dark and clamps about you. ##GLP! ##GLP! ###(text-style:"sway")[GLmmm...] Swallowed. The pulsing walls of Beth's esophagus hug you tightly on either side as you are ushered dowards towards her stomach. The tube opens up beneath your feet before restricting your body once more, peristaltic motions moving you periodically. Soon, the thrumming of her heart fills your ears before slowly being replaced by a cocaphanous rumble from deeper below. As you stare downwards, in the dim darkness, a tiny knot of flesh lies a couple feet beneath you as you remain stationary within the throat between bouts of peristalsis. The knot then dilates as a rush of muggy stale air rushes past you before the hole closes once more. Farther above, the giantess reacts to the sudden depressurization of her stomach. ##(text-style:"buoy")[UURP!] ##(text-colour:blue)["Excuse me!"] Then, your feet hit the flexing cardiac sphincter as you are squeezed tightly into her belly. There is a short freefall before you land within a swampy mire of thin liquid. Acrid stinging fluid, tinged with the heady scent of liqour fills your nostrils as you stare about the alien chamber you now find yourself within. All around you, pulsating ridges of pink move about, churning in rhythmic motions, intent on one goal; digestion. The sphincter above you is far out of reach, whilst the only other exit to this chamber is submerged deep beneath a lake of stinging acidic fluid. It seems as though Beth's stomach is mostly empty, yet now with a single occupant, the chamber gurlges loudly, readying for digestion. Suddenly, there is a loud thrumming sound from outside your organic chamber. ##(text-style:"blink")[THMP! THMP!] ##(text-colour:blue)["Sorry Pipsqueek! Maybe next time try not to venture to the back of my mouth and maybe you wont end up as an appetizer. Ahehe."] The parting words of Beth resonate within the stomach, seemingly coming from all around you at once. Your eyes burn and sting as you try and wrack your brain for any opportunity to escape, yet unfortunately, little comes to mind... (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting this girl's stomach. After a couple of minutes you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the Alt Girl reverberate around you, slightly muffled.] ##(text-style:,"blur")[(text-colour:blue)["That's not gonna work Pipsqueek, I got a strong stomach. Sit still, you'll be slop in no time."]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the stinging pool of liquid at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the acid you quickly locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength, yet are unable to make an opening. Resurfacing, your eyes sting and burn as your skin begins to tingle red hot. Better not try that again...]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is far out of reach, periodically it opens a smidge to let out a tiny bit of your precious breathable air. Small airy burps can be heard from farther above...]] Having tried what you can, you can simply (text-colour:red)[[[accept your fate|Accept fate3]]] as an appetizer for Beth. Or possibly, you could try and hold on for just a bit longer... (after:45s)[[[Continue|Beth Regurgitation]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Punishment!]''// (set: $Chaos to it + 1) Not wanting to find out what it means to be 'punished' by this insane girl, you instead decide to rely on the ol' finger chomp to free yourself from the situation. As the girl stares down at you maniacally, waiting for your response, you swiftly jerk your head down towards the tender flesh of her pointer finger and sink your teeth deep within the tender flesh. #(text-colour:#675b70)["OW FUCK! You little shit!"] The grip upon your body, to your dismay does not loosen, and instead tightens drastically, forcing the air out of your lungs, causing you to wheeze in pain. (text-colour:#675b70)["I told you Logan, NO BITING!"] She swaps you to her other hand, now sucking tenderly on the maimed finger. She pulls it from her maw to notice a tiny speck of blood. (text-colour:#675b70)["Ahhh...blood...!"] Her gaze turns towards you, now reignited with passion and delusion. #(text-colour:#675b70)["Maximum punishment shall now be administered upon you tiny man!" ] [[Continue|Anus Punishment]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Duffel Bag]''// You walk over towards the middle cubie. An old raggedy duffel bag sits within the space, filling it out fully. Upon closer inspection, you notice that the bag is caked in dust. Not from lack of use, but most likely from someone traversing through a dirty environment. The top of the bag is open. Peering inside, you are astonished to find the bag's interior FILLED with knives. The variety is staggering, but most are in poor condition. Rusted, dull, dusty, these knives are not high class by any means. Seem's like someone here at the Gala has some sort of affinity for blades. --- (if: $Flashlight is false)[Tossed amongst the swath of knives you spot a small keychain flashlight. (link-replace: '(text-colour:yellow)[Inspect]') [ You reach down for the tiny black flashlight. Hoisting it out of the bag, you tap the button on the side. Still works! (set: $Flashlight to true)]] [[Go Back|Cubbies4]]

You rush away from the domineering bodyguard. Strangely enough, Margo does not follow you, and stays affixed at her post at the base of the staircase. Return to (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Bodyguard - Breast Squish]''// Suddenly, your chamber shifts about at a wild rate. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Tiny ants crawling around in my shirt again. I doubt you bugs will be able to handle this kind of pressure!”] Then, the two walls of mammary flesh collide with one another. ##(text-style:"shudder")[WHOOOM!] You feel your body squeeze under the pressure of the mountainous breasts, before thankfully releasing. You begin to draw in another breath before a second slam knocks out what little air is left in your lungs. ##(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] The constant rhythm of boob flesh squeezing and releasing you is too much. The force has completely muffled you, and in one last final squeeze, the bodyguard keeps her breasts held snuggly together as she growls in anger. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Grrrrr! MM!”] You fade into blackness… (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hmmph, seems as though the movement has ceased. Good riddance.”] For you, a simple imperceivable red stain is all that remains trapped beneath the heavy globes of the Bodyguard’s breasts. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1dc1aa3583954fc29e8d2eaeb848e0c0~mv2.png"> --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths]''// Monolithic velvet red booths are arranged against the southern end of the Lounge. Here, the music is much more muted, giving off a relaxing tone to the environment. Dim reddish incandescent light bulbs hang from the ceiling while beads and heavily woven pillows adorn the floors and booth seats. A wispy haze lingers in the air higher up above slowly flitting down towards your level. The scent is rich and fruity with a heavy tinge of smokiness. The patrons here are more subdued. Students, both minimized and normal sized lounge about in a dizzying stupor. Thankfully, people seem to be in a good mood here, even opting to help out smaller students up to the booth tables above. Seems like the aggressiveness of the Foyer’s earlier meeting has subsided her in the relative calm of the Lounge. You let out a sigh of relief. Things have been tumultuous for you thus far; it’d be nice to relax for a bit too. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_86ca837a4d1d4eda92b15de496d126e8~mv2.png"> --- You find a nice, neat spot amongst some pillows sized for minimized students and lounge for some time, reflecting on your next actions. A cool breeze from a vent behind you lulls you into a refreshing calm. That is until you hear metal clanking sounds from it! --- [[Investigate the Occupied Booths]] – Maybe you’ll find someone you recognize? [[Return to the Lounge Central|The Lounge]] (if: $FreeGilly is 1)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Investigate the Vent]]] – What’s that sound?]

You approach the Booths, stationed at the South end of The Lounge. Currently, most students and faculty are busy situating themselves in the environment. Patrons are mostly congregating at the bar. Best to check it out first since this area is mostly empty at the moment. --- [[Go Back|Enter the Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Bra Strap]''// You jump up towards the seam of the Creepy Girl's bra strap. Clinging to the band, you slowly shift across the width of her back to reach the girl's front. The loose-fitting crop top now shadows you overhead as you shift about underneath her shirt along the band. There is some looseness in the band, the Creepy Girl is not too well endowed, leaving a small gap that opens into her bra cup. Staring in, you can make out her side boob, creamy and pert. Above you, the recesses of her armpit reveal small stubbly black hairs glistening with a sheen of sweat. You hesitate, deciding your options. All too suddenly, the girl begins to shift, searching the grass at a much steeper angle for you. You'll have to choose how to get her attention from here. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can try and [[leap|Indulge Boob Fetish]] from this angle into the bra cup. Or you can move upwards and [[tickle|Struggle]] her armpit.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Showers with Mrs.Larson]''// Brazenly, you walk up towards the gap in the wooden door of the shower. Suddenly, you slip upon the stream of sudsy water trailing outwards from the stall. ##(text-style:"blink")[''THM! THM! THM!''] The door to the stall opens up. You immediately recognize the sight of Fantasia University's very own Mrs. Larson, head of the Athletics Faculty and once Olympic swimmer. The woman is in her mid 40's but wields her age more so as a status symbol as opposed to a detriment. Like fine wine, Mrs. Larson used sex appeal to her advantage. Her figure was accentuated with boisterous curves and a subtle healthy pudge alongside her abdomen. Adorning her figure is a thin red two-piece bathing suit, the bottoms a G-String that runs tightly between her two round buns. Slick raven black hair reaches down her back, resting just above those generous cheeks. Turning about as she bathes; you are given a glimpse of her side profile. Her face is sleek and refined. The jaw is powerful and the features striking but not overbearing. Stunned by her absolute beauty, you flail about in an attempt to stand and quickly make it to safety, lest you get squashed beneath her path. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b4cf07902844049a58e48d5e5b93f60~mv2.png"> --- [[Try and Dodge]] off to the side. (text-colour:purple)[(50%)] [[Stay still|Larson foot squish]] You're resilient enough to get stepped on, you hope... (if: $CrushCore is true)[Use the(text-colour:yellow)[ [[Crush Core]] ]to protect yourself from the impending squish.]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true) (link: "Continue to Lab")[(set: $Chaos to it + 5)(set: $Grace to it + 5)(go-to: "Lab Exploration")]

(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[(text-style:"bold")[//Bushes//]] The bushes offer some semblance of stealth. Earthy tones of grass and soil fill the air. From this angle, you can't help but notice the swaying gargantuan behind of the Creepy girl in front of you. Her crouching pose causes her skirt to pull up the small of her back, revealing a pair of pink panties. Twin pale white globes sway back and forth, pert and tight, as the girl continues her search. Black knee-high socks adorned with skulls line her legs, and a pair of muddy white sneakers are only a couple feet away from the bushes at your scale. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5385df3d88a54748be37d21e1fdc0394~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can head back the way you came to the [[Mansion's entrance.|Entrance]] Or maybe stealth isn't the best bet and getting the girl's attention from the [[front|Front Approach]] is the better approach. Instead you can get a closer look at her (link: "rear end")[(go-to: "Approach Rear")] from below. Alternatively, you can attempt to [[climb her shoes|Climb Shoes]]. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Behind you, there is also a small (text-colour:yellow)[[[pinhole|Pinhole]]] of light emmanating from the brick wall. This may be an alternative entrance into the Mansion.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Butt Squished]''// You take in a sudden breath as you brace yourself for the inevitable impact. The large shadow of the Creepy Girl's ass encompasses your entire form as you line yourself up directly where the girl's taint rests. ##(text-style:"bold","rumble")[THUMP!] Immediately, your body is flattened downwards, your recent breath whooshing out of your lungs as the air is knocked out of you. Having closed your eyes before the impact, you slowly open them to the sight of a cackling skull. You gasp in a shallow labored breath of musty air, realizing the skull is merely one of the patterns upon the panties. Having been pressed so tightly against her taint, the fabric of the panties is somewhat translucent. You notice behind the barrier before you are a swirl of periodic black pubes. Her taint is dappled here and there with specks of curly hair. You crane your neck upwards. The skin slowly begins to darken, revealing an ominous dark hole that emanates the permeating musty odor of your chamber. Staring past your chest in your prone position, pink begins to blossom about with a subtle sweet dampness. From here, the panties are tight, yet you are small enough to slip past the sides and into the recesses of her underwear to explore further. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can explore her [[rear.|Panty Rear]] Or her [[front.|Panty Front]] Alternatively, you can [[struggle|Struggle]] about in an attempt to garner the girl's attention from here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Bodyguard - Butt Squish]''// Suddenly, your chamber shifts about at a wild rate. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Tiny ants crawling around in my pants again. I doubt you bugs will be able to handle this kind of pressure!”] Then, the two walls of ass flesh open. You are given the briefest glance of the Bodyguard’s inner crack. A small bit of the lacey thong barely covers her dark brown asshole, the radial ridges peeking beyond the sides. Then, you fall forward towards that very sphincter. Face now pressed against the impossible warmth of the Bodyguard’s thong covered anus, the barest amount of light available to you is suddenly eclipsed by darkness as her ass cheeks collide together. ##(text-style:"shudder")[WHOOOM!] You feel your body squeeze under the pressure of the Bodyguard’s steel glutes, before thankfully releasing. You begin to draw in another hot breath before a second slam knocks out what little air is left in your lungs. ##(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] The constant rhythm of solid ass flesh squeezing and releasing you is too much. The force has completely muffled you, and in one last final squeeze, the bodyguard keeps her butt cheeks held snuggly together as she growls in anger. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Grrrrr! MM!”] You fade into blackness… (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hmmph, seems as though the movement has ceased. Good riddance.”] For you, a simple imperceivable red stain is all that remains plastered against the interior of the Bodyguard’s butt crack. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e3dd79eb3f64414090f4a924a673d51f~mv2.png"> --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet]''// You holler up to Margo with gusto. Unfortunately, it seems like she is too preoccupied fiddling about with the training plug. (text-colour:yellow)[Maybe you should give her a hand with it first? ] [[Go Back|Head Towards the Cabinet]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet]''// The surface of the cabinet is marked with a variety of old-fashioned artifacts. Ancient dusty coins, some dating back to the 15th century lie scattered about. Old black and white photos, crumpled and torn, are browning along the edges. Some images even depict a posing woman who looks frighteningly like Mistress Monrose, although her hair is shorter and lighter in color. Lastly, over the edge you notice that the cabinet’s topmost drawer lays ajar. Peering in, you can just make out a variety of items with a similarly ancient look to them. Yet, amongst the jumble of artifacts you spy a semi clear bottle housing a dark purple gel. (text-colour:yellow)[Lube! ] The tiny bottle is sample sized, adorned with a grape shaped cap. Adjacent to the side of the cabinet, closest to the open drawer, is a bundled-up pile of ropes. You approach it, unfurl it like the rest and thank your lucky stars that your school and the staff have set up a means for Minimized students to traverse the Manor. You’ll have no trouble returning up here now. --- [[Climb Ladder to Drawer]] – You can angle the rope ladder to drop down into the open cabinet. [[Climb Down|Explore]] – The plush carpet below makes the drop to the floor relatively safe.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery]''// It’s all come down to this very moment. You did what you had to do up to this point. You located Laura and did everything else that Monrose asked of you thus far. From far above, the lavender hued giantess turns her head, peering back at you over her wide backside. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm? You’re disobeying me, my tiny fan.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_eebbc63bd2014b6284c5e6fed9047922~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose lets out a mocking laugh. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHA!”] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Well in that case, you can simply become my snack sooner than you would have before.”] With a rush of movement, Monrose whips around to face you, snatching you up in her rough palm in an instant. [[Continue|Margo Palm No Laura]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Squashing an Ant]''// (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Wrong answer Ant.”] For a second, freedom is all but assured as the Bodyguard retracts her palms. However, they soon return towards at a resounding speed. You’re caught between a mighty clap. The last thing you see is the scowling face of the Bodyguard. #(text-style:"blur","blink")[CLAP!] (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Disgusting insect. How could they be so daft.”] The last red smears of your remains are wiped off of The Bodyguard Margo’s palms on her tight-fitting brown dress. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

You holler into the darkness for your Gremlin Girl companion to ferry you through the tunnels. After a brief delay you see a set of orange shifting eyes in the darkness. For a moment a cool surge of adrenaline rushes up your spine, akin to a prey animal spotting a predator for the first time. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e121378a6c6647bdb333d0319b208cac~mv2.png"> --- But then, the smiling round face of Gilly appears, filled with joy to greet you once more. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hi Morsel, cmon, we go!” ] Suddenly, you’re hoisted into the satchel, whisked away into the darkness. [[Continue|Gilly Travel]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch: Agatha's Demand]''// (text-colour:#675b70)[“Huh? What’s that?”] Turning her head around, the black clad giantess turns in her seat to face back towards you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh, hey you! Look how far you got so quickly without anyone noticing.”] Agatha stands up from her seat to approach you. #(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] Four quick strides close the gap of carpet that took you around ten minutes to cross. Each footfall vibrates the ground beneath, chattering your teeth as the massive curvy girl gets closer. Looming above, Agatha squats down, the edges of her black dress cascading downwards like a shadowy waterfall. Her messy black hair drapes over her cute round face as she regards you with curiosity. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Need a hand, eh?”] Agatha grins mischievously, obviously wanting to make a game of your simple request. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Sure, I guess I could help…but where would the fun be in just lifting you up?”] You sigh, knowing that there’s always a catch when a size disparity is involved with these giantesses. The goth girl straightens up with a whooshing of wind and dress. Agatha then proceeds to pull up one side of her skirt, revealing her stocking clad legs. She stretches her right leg outwards at an angle so that it’s adjacent to the edge of the couch. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Climb.”] Demands the witchy girl. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d950fc720ffa433ba8a9adcb1c3d7bf1~mv2.png"> --- [[Comply and Climb]] – It’s a way up at least. [[Refuse and Demand a Lift]] – Agatha is being ridiculous here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Margo's Assistance]''// (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hmm, oh little friend!”] Margo whips her head around attentively before carefully shifting around in her seat. The tight brown dress hugs her form taught, giving her movements a stiff albeit accentuating physique. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Quite the impressive jaunt to get over there in so little time, good cardio!”] Margo strides over carefully. #(text-style:"buoy")[TMPH TMPH TMPH!] Her pace is purposeful and direct. Not putting too much weight in each step, Margo walks with duty even still, while gowned in formal attire. The tight dress threatens to pop free of the bodyguard’s busty breasts and thick muscular things. Nevertheless, the garment stays true to its form as she crouches down to your level. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Seems like you need a hand getting up there.”] Points out Margo as she motions to the top of the cabinet. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Here, let me help you.”] She lowers a gentle calloused palm in front of you, motioning to get on. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’ve probably had a hard enough day as it is so far. Everyone here is relaxing, doesn’t seem fair if you have to climb about while the rest of us enjoy ourselves.” ] Carefully she deposits you atop the cabinet. With her pinky, Margo gently pats your shoulder before nodding and heading back to her table. Her pert swaying behind saunters away, the toned cheeks leaving little to the imagination beneath her short dress. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2697305db7d5484ca998d0323ecbb3fb~mv2.png"> --- If you carry through with this game of hers, there’s a very high likelihood you’ll be getting much more acquainted with that ass and what lies beyond the divide of her strong globes. [[Continue|Cabinet Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// You display your hard-earned purple gummies before Gilly, her eyes beaming with anticipation. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Yes! Morsel did a good job! Ok, tie them to string and we can play again.”] She claps her hands excitedly waiting with bated breath, her maw salivating at the prospect of consuming more candy, and hopefully not you as well. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0bce4cabd69c4aea94b13db34b9f07b2~mv2.png"> --- With little effort you wrap each of 4 purple candy gummies to the silken thread. Gilly has also managed to tie her own knot around her finger. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly make sure string no slip!”] The knot looks well tied, almost too tight even. The gremlin girl wants to ensure there’s no chance that the string will loosen. You then begin to prepare yourself for the game ahead. [[Continue|Leave the string]] – Its tied fairly well. No need to mess with it.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Captured by Monrose]''// Curled up in the warm confines of Mistress Monrose’s palm, you are able to get a closer look at your unfortunate companion. The cautious girl, similar in age to you, is huddled up against the creases in the giantess’s palm. She’s short, even for a minimized student, with mousey shoulder length brown hair and an overall thin build with little to no curves. Yet, pleading green eyes lock in with your own; primal fear, that of the unknown. A jittery voice breaks the dull drone of the jazz beyond the fleshy brown walls. “My name is Laura by the way; just thought you should know that since we’ll most likely be stewing in this woman’s belly together. Dear lord, she’s going to eat us…!” You begin to think of a plan of action. Laura may believe that your fates are sealed, but you’ve dealt with far worse. And this mistress hasn’t confirmed you’d both be on the menu…yet. As if to answer your thoughts, the muggy palm unfurls, and the wide smiling face of Monrose peers down from above. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, tiny fans, do not be scared, I will not be eating you both, why do you shiver so?” ] Shaking her head in confusion and regaining some composure, Laura stands up and leaps off the giantess’s palm. She retorts, carefully, up towards Mistress Monrose. “But you still ate those other students! What gives?! Let them out!” Genuinely confused, Mistress Monrose furrows her eyebrows and cocks her head to the side. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, but you assume little chica that your fellow students want to be released, yes? Listen, come I will show you something.”] You and Laura are caught off guard when Mistress Monrose’s palm ushers you both to the ledge of the bar top. The massive Mistress stands up from her stool, rising up to her full height. At normal scale, Monrose would be close to 6 feet in height. You and Laura are now face to face with a curtain of Indigo cloth. A healthy swell of belly outlines the thin layer of clothing, while a small divot in the center, her belly button, creases the fabric. Then, you are both shoved into the smooth velvety material, faces pressed HARD against her clothed belly. A cacophony of organic sounds, like massive pipes draining and moving fluid, angrily bellows into your eardrums. #(text-style:"sway")[GRRRAARMMM!] You skin prickles with the knowledge that three other students are currently stewing mere inches past this layer of flesh and fabric, fighting for their very lives. (text-style:"subscript")[(text-style:"blur")[“Ohhh yes! Oh god it feels so goooood….”]] Fighting for their lives? You listen closer to affirm your suspicions. Sultry moans, barely audible over the cacophony of stomach groans. Are your fellow students getting off in there? Sounds like they are in utter bliss. Mistress Monrose’s warm palm releases from the two of you, as you stagger back, bemused. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You see, yes? They are having fun! Come and relax my students. Let me introduce myself!” ] Standing at her full height, Mistress Monrose draws her long fingers through her curly purple hair, trailing her red painted fingers across her curvaceous body from head to belly. Her outstretched fingers dance lazily across her slightly distended tummy. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I am Mistress Monrose, sister to Mistress Meadows! This here is my Lounge, come and relax, indulge, yes enjoy the festivities of the Gala. If you wish to continue the evening’s goals, for example acquire yourself a silver band, yes? Well, come talk to me when you are ready my darlings. Until then, feel free to explore! Bahaha!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6c86e8d1c71d4a269da4844a39da413b~mv2.png"> --- Another laugh before the Mistress goes back to sipping her near empty glass of wine. Laura stands stunned beside you, plopping down to the wooden floor, bringing her hands up to the sides of her head in astonishment. The recent span of events that just transpired were both surprising and fortunate. Seems as though you’ve been given an opportunity to make your own way once more. --- [[Continue|Bar Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Captured by Monrose]''// Curled up in the warm confines of Mistress Monrose’s palm, you notice that you’re not the only one trapped here. you are able to get a closer look at your unfortunate companion. A girl, similar in age to you, is huddled up against the creases in the giantess’s palm. She’s short, even for a minimized student, with mousey shoulder length brown hair and an overall thin build with little to no curves. Yet, pleading green eyes lock in with your own; primal fear, that of the unknown. A jittery voice breaks the dull drone of the jazz beyond the fleshy brown walls. “My name is Laura; just thought you should know that since we’ll most likely be stewing in this woman’s belly together. She captured the others and stuffed them down her greedy gullet!” You begin to think of a plan of action. Laura may believe that your fates are sealed, but you’ve dealt with far worse. And this mistress hasn’t confirmed you’d both be on the menu…yet. As if to answer your thoughts, the muggy palm unfurls, and the wide smiling face of Monrose peers down from above. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, tiny fans, do not be scared, I will not be eating you both, why do you shiver so?” ] Shaking her head in confusion and regaining some composure, Laura stands up and leaps off the giantess’s palm. She retorts, carefully, up towards Mistress Monrose. “But you still ate those other students! What gives?! Let them out!” Genuinely confused, Mistress Monrose furrows her eyebrows and cocks her head to the side. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, but you assume little chica that your fellow students want to be released, yes? Listen, come I will show you something.”] You and Laura are caught off guard when Mistress Monrose’s palm ushers you both to the ledge of the bar top. The massive Mistress stands up from her stool, rising up to her full height. At normal scale, Monrose would be close to 6 feet in height. You and Laura are now face to face with a curtain of Indigo cloth. A healthy swell of belly outlines the thin layer of clothing, while a small divot in the center, her belly button, creases the fabric. Then, you are both shoved into the smooth velvety material, faces pressed HARD against her clothed belly. A cacophony of organic sounds, like massive pipes draining and moving fluid, angrily bellows into your eardrums. #(text-style:"sway")[GRRRAARMMM!] You skin prickles with the knowledge that three other students are currently stewing mere inches past this layer of flesh and fabric, fighting for their very lives. (text-style:"subscript")[(text-style:"blur")[“Ohhh yes! Oh god it feels so goooood….”]] Fighting for their lives? You listen closer to affirm your suspicions. Sultry moans, barely audible over the cacophony of stomach groans. Are your fellow students getting off in there? Sounds like they are in utter bliss. Mistress Monrose’s warm palm releases from the two of you, as you stagger back, bemused. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You see, yes? They are having fun! Come and relax my students. Let me introduce myself!” ] Standing at her full height, Mistress Monrose draws her long fingers through her curly purple hair, trailing her red painted fingers across her curvaceous body from head to belly. Her outstretched fingers dance lazily across her slightly distended tummy. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I am Mistress Monrose, sister to Mistress Meadows! This here is my Lounge, come and relax, indulge, yes enjoy the festivities of the Gala. If you wish to continue the evening’s goals, for example acquire yourself a silver band, yes? Well, come talk to me when you are ready my darlings. Until then, feel free to explore! Bahaha!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6c86e8d1c71d4a269da4844a39da413b~mv2.png"> --- Another laugh before the Mistress goes back to sipping her near empty glass of wine. Laura stands stunned beside you, plopping down to the wooden floor, bringing her hands up to the sides of her head in astonishment. The recent span of events that just transpired were both surprising and fortunate. Seems as though you’ve been given an opportunity to make your own way once more. What will you do? --- [[Continue|Bar Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Plan]''// You ask the Gremlin Girl if she can simply just carry you. It should be easy enough at your scale for her to move at a quick pace. She turns her head to stare back at you over her shoulder. Quizzically, the orange eyes inspect you up and down. Then, still on all fours, the Gremlin Girl scratches her little chin, in deep thought. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hmmmmm. Gilly has no pockets, no no. And Gilly’s hands are busy in front with crawling.”] Her big butt waggles in tandem with her thoughts. Then, Gilly’s eyes light up brightly as she comes to a conclusion, a wide toothy grin peering back at you. Still on all fours, Gilly splays out her knees in what narrow space is given to her in the tunnel. The motion brings her heavy rear closer to the ground, impacting the soil with a heavy THUMP. With little hesitation, the Gremlin Girl reaches back with her left hand to peel away the thin line of leather that separates her crack from the outside world. Before you, the view of Gilly’s butthole and vagina come into view in an instant. Her sphincter is impossibly tight. The jade-like tinge of her skin changes to a ruby shade nearest to the center of her anus. It flexes briefly, revealing a pink interior. Below, her vaginal lips are the same shade of dark red, dampened slightly with perspiration. Her privates are completely bald all over. Her left hand pulls hard against the cheeks, fingers grabbing around her taint, splaying open both of her holes. You hesitate. This girl expects you to be ferried along within her privates. And more importantly, which hole is she referring to? (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hurry Morsel, Professor is angry if Gilly is late!” ] Guess you better choose soon. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5104d8269ddd42739ee5549de7f24836~mv2.png"> --- [[Approach Gilly’s Anus]] [[Approach Gilly’s Vagina]] [[Ask her if there’s another way to be carried]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Cast Iron Vent]''// (if: $EastHallVent is false)[Curiously, a pair of girls are huddled next to the vent. You overhear them speaking. "I swear I saw a set of eyes in there!" Says one of them. The other counters in response. "It's probably just another minimized student playing tricks. It's not fair, they can get all over this manor at their scale..." The first girl pouts, assuredly confirming what she saw. "No, I'm serious! The eyes were too big! Someone's in the vents scurrying around." Suddenly, a loud twang echoes out past the outer edges of the cast iron grate. Then, you hear a faint giggle... Both girls jump and scream, bolting away in an instant. You approach the cast iron vent. Upon closer inspection, you notice that even the grating itself is designed to be ornate, spirals of flowers form an opening into the venting beyond. A subtle warm breeze passes over you. --- You can [[Enter the Grate]] Or you can [[go back|East Hall]](set: $EastHallVent to true)] (else:)[You approach the cast iron vent. Upon closer inspection, you notice that even the grating itself is designed to be ornate, spirals of flowers forming an opening into the venting beyond. A subtle warm breeze passes over you. --- You can [[Enter the Grate]] Or you can [[go back|East Hall]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Caught in Her Throat]''// It worked! The string holds firm as you now hang stationary within the tight chamber. You hold on dearly as the Alt Girl's swallows attempt to send you deeper towards your digestive fate. ##GLP! ##GLP! ##(text-colour:blue)["Ugh, go down already Pipsqueak!"] With each swallow, the chamber squeezes, and pulses around your tiny form. Below, the tight tube undulates with each motion and farther down you can see her cardiac sphincter dilate open briefly, giving you glimpses of the bubbling cauldron that is her awaiting stomach. Above you, the taught string holds on dearly. You are given glimpses of the light above with each swallow as well as the rear of her throat. The uvula bobs each time she attempts to send you deeper. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Acting swiftly, you can climb up the rope and [[irritate her uvula.]] Or, you can [[accept your fate|Alt Girl Stomach]] and let go. Being a meal for this Giantess may not be so bad...

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Stalls]''// You head over towards the east. Here, half a dozen milk-white wooden doors stand miles above you. The handles are gilded, an inlaid crystal set within the middle of each doorknob. Written in a golden calligraphy font, each door denotes a number ranging from 1-6. The gap below each door is generous enough that you can easily fit underneath them. From here you can choose to enter underneath any of the 6 doorways. --- You can inspect: [[Door 1]] [[Door 2]] [[Door 3]] [[Door 4]] [[Door 5]] [[Door 6]] Or head back to the [[Central Woman’s Changeroom|Woman's Changeroom]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[A Villain’s Journey]''// Splip. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_16f2ef7b614a4e3b9b67526c7e7f4763~mv2.png"> --- Your greasy body fully emerges into the outer world with a slick pop. You freefall for an instant before landing on the plush surface of the couch. Splattered onto the cushions below, you get your bearings. Directly in front of you is the wide brown hills of Mistress Monrose’s massive butt cheeks. The perfected globes sit differently with you now. The knowledge that this demon’s body is fueled by so many of your colleagues fills you with a mixture of resentment and curiousity. You glare at the fetid hole that you were just shat out of. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3a031d2367334a19841aad97d58944e7~mv2.png"> --- The brown winking anus far up above is slickened with anal mucous. By definition, that’s the exit of her body, the end of her lethal digestive tract. But it’s also an entrance into her sweltering depths too. You stand, wiping yourself free of the fragrant smokey slime that clings tight against your body. Gazing about the room with fresh eyes you smile that same manic grin. You’ve been reborn. Your heart and brain are ablaze with potential. You stare behind you at the wall of Monrose’s behind. She begins to shift, she’s waking up! You stare at the gloomy darkness of Monrose’s lounge, wondering what woke her. A grandfather clock tucked away in the corner marks 3am. It chimes loudly. As you approach the edge of the couch you notice a figure shrouded in shadow, feet away from the furniture’s edge. How did you not see them before? Cresting out from the dark is a looming figure with picturesque white hair and a strikingly red crimson dress. Her pale, almost porcelain white skin reflects off what little light shines from the candles of the lounge. Mistress Meadows stands, arms folded, an almost sorrowful look across her aged face. A look a mother would give her child after they suffered an injury. This is the second time in your entire residence at Fantasia University that you’ve heard this god like woman speak, and this time her words feel almost…caring, soothing. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“Are you alright my child? I hope your rebirth into this world was not too painful of an ordeal.”] With gentle eyes the Headmistress of Fantasia lets out a tender sigh. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“I am pleased, however, that a being such as yourself has survived. For…it shows to me and my sisters that…well.”] Then her disposition changes, her hair becomes even lighter, almost ghostly transparent. Her eyes are aglow with hellish red. The same look Mistress Meadows gave that student yesterday in the foyer before… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7b3e95e16ac844e386d2d982318a940a~mv2.png"> --- You swallow. Mistress Monrose shifts behind you, stands and approaches the Headmistress. The much curvier woman, but just about an inch shorter than Meadows, places a tender yet firm hand on her older sister’s shoulder. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Bahaha! Sister, yes, so happy for you to bear witness to my new pupil, yes! I promise I shall ensure that they come to your suite on the 2nd floor by tomorrow evening, but for now, please please, yes leave them with me.” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_94bac2f1131046ed900fb32df565a42e~mv2.png"> --- Was that a twinge of uncertainty in Monrose’s voice? The two sisters stare at one another, crimson eyes alight like burning cinders. Their milky white hair alive with movement, billowing freely from absent winds. Then, Meadows smiles warmly at her sister, not unlike an elder sibling granting their younger a turn with a toy. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“Alright Rose, this one is yours to train for now. Ensure that they are prepared fully once they visit my chambers…ALIVE.”] With that, Mistress Meadows tenderly kisses her younger sister’s forehead before leaving the lounge, heavy hips swaying with her exit. Mistress Meadows lets out a deep sigh of relief, before her eyes lock onto your tiny form with her characteristic beaming smile and laugh. (text-colour:#a40aeb)["Bahaha! I knew a tiny fan like you was special! You, yes you have done the unthinkable. And so, it is time I grant you an offering little…thrall. You shall become my dutiful servant and with that title comes many gifts that will certainly pique your interest!”] You think back to the potency that the red pentagram offered you hours ago on the Mistress’s table. The unfathomable living lust that it gave you, the essence to strive for more regardless of the consequences. Being Monrose’s slave could have its benefits. An in with the most powerful woman of Fantasia. That, surely, is the way to the top. You grin again in tandem with Monrose’s own smile, your eyes widen with potential. You lower your head just as the corners of your peripheral vision begin to haze over with crimson. --- (text-colour:orange)[“Every villain is a hero in their own mind.”] --- (text-colour:blue)[Thank you so much for reaching the end of the Lounge Chaos Route! I hope you’ve enjoyed the story thus far. If you wish to continue the story with an added 10k words, feel free to support me on Patreon. The Alpha continues the Grace Route.] (link: "Support on Patreon")[ (open-url: "https://www.patreon.com/RestorationStation438/membership") ]

#(text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHAHA!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_40c3180a2efd44cfb8aa5a9e02d13ef9~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose’s gaping anus flexes outwards with each of her cacophonous cackles. Yet, you pay her laughs no mind. Before you is a hole that you NEED to enter. There’s no doubt about it. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hola? Little fan, did we lose you, yes?” ] It’s red, warm, smells wonderous, want more could you want? All of your worries, all of the strife in your life could simply be put away if you simply…just…stepped- Thimp! Splorm! A pressure from behind sends you towards your salvation ahead. Your goddess has taken it upon herself to usher you into her warm embrace. The gaping anus accepts your tiny form easily, your body hardly even touching the rim given its scale. You splat down into the clammy damp flesh of her colon, pink and fragrant for your senses. Loom… A shadow causes the already dim organic tunnel to darken evermore. You turn your head lazily behind to gaze upon a familiar sight. The anal beads. #(text-style:"blink")[PLOP!] Sealed in. Inside Mistress Monrose’s rectum. Inside your goddess’s body. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a29057d45fc64e72a1593d53376f3b2a~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Sigh. You have resigned yourself to being my thrall so easily little fan! I thought maybe you would have some fight in you still, yes!”] The chamber bounces about as you hear a resounding smack from afar, muffled by your environment. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SPLAP!] “Oh well, I will carry you like many others, see if you can last little Thrall!” Farther above, an ominous gurgle ushers out a more sinister fate for your future… (text-colour:yellow)[Try reaching Monrose with at least 1 Guile left to spare for a different outcome!] (To be Continued as Monrose’s Slave Route!) --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

(set: $GreenBand to true)(set: $MargoMad to true)(set: $AgathaMad to true)(set: $Gillytrust to true)(set: $MetGilly to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link: "Continue to The Lounge")[(set: $Chaos to it + 4)(go-to: "West Hall Entrance")] (link: "Continue to The Lounge - Intro Skip")[(set: $Chaos to it + 4)(go-to: "The Lounge")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Winding Intestines]''// With hesitation, you head in the opposite direction of the flowing chyme. Each step is like walking through a thick, muddy swamp. Both the digested remains of Monrose’s dinner alongside the cloying villi hold you fast with each step. You pray you don’t slip. Eventually you reach a dead end, the other side of the pyloric sphincter sealing off the entrance to this demon’s stomach. The sphincter winks periodically but refuses to open. Seem’s like her belly is empty now. Better escape soon, if Monrose’s hunger rouses her, it’ll be much more difficult to navigate her bowels while she moves about. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0bec9c39c4904bfe8b730043ad5ac6f5~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Sphincter]<c1|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The pyloric valve is taught and rubbery. The slimy substance coating the donut shaped sphincter leaves a sticky stinging residue on your hand. You wince in pain, pulling your hand away. Every part of this goddess’s body is hell bent on eliminating any living thing. You hesitate to do that again.]] --- [[Go South|Chaos South]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Subjugation]''// You continue to travel along the tendril ridden walls of Mistress Monrose’s small intestine. Organic spurts of fluid threaten to strike you periodically from unseen sphincters dotted about the chamber. Still, with your recent bout of rest in the bubble from earlier, your wits are sharp, and your body is well rested. With decent foresight, you dodge any cloying bits of flesh and shimmy by the rivulets of caustic fluid that threaten to burn you. After what feels like a considerable distance of crawling and walking you come upon a sight that sends your once stable mental fortitude into turmoil. There, lodged and stuck against the wall of villi in the deepest recesses of Monrose’s intestines is another minimized student. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c5eff9cbc354407d827f690ccdcfbe74~mv2.png"> --- You recognize them as one of the girls from earlier, one of Laura’s friends who got swallowed by the bar. What fragments of clothing that still linger on her nearly nude form are melted and soaked with red sticky fluid. Her short bob cut black hair is plastered wetly against her freckled pale skin. The girl’s body is flushed red, light burns dotting her skin but nothing too serious. You’re surprised to see her still intact, alive, and as you lean in closer…conscious?! However, her mental state seems to be lacking and as you stare into her eyes you notice that same eerie red glow that afflicted your friends from earlier. She’s been subjugated. Then, the villi pulses and flexes around her, causing the girl’s body to heave and pull against the bindings. “OHHH, oh my gosh yess…MORE!” screams the student. She begins to hump at the air, tongue squirming out of her slickened mouth, eyes rolling back in her forehead. You stagger, bemused by her orgasmic display. The chamber rumbles around you in tandem with the student’s squirming. Glllrrkkk… #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmmm…"]] A satisfied moan echoes around you as Mistress Monrose relishes in the sustenance provided to her. Whatever unspeakable horrors are occurring here, you cannot say. This is no form of human digestion. Instead, it’s something far worse. (text-colour:magenta)[[Try to Free the Girl]<c1|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[Hesitantly, you walk up towards her restrained form and begin to pull away at some of the villi. As you do, her semi-conscious face immediately locks onto yours. “LEAVE ME!” Shocked, you step away as her face returns to its once orgasmic state.]] --- As you continue past the restrained girl, you are horrified to see the rest of the minimized students lined up against the walls. Some are plastered against the top of the tube while others line the bottom, partially submerged in the fetid digested fluid that passes by them. All are in a state of utter bliss. You try and rush through them with eyes covered. Further still are even more students, these you don’t even recognize. Their bodies are thin and gaunt, having lost all semblance of hair and identification on their forms. Grmbl… #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmm, so many slaves to sustain my magnificent beauty, yes, give yourselves to your goddess…”]] It’s impossible to both cover your ears from the taunts of Monrose and the moans of the subjugated students while also shielding your eyes from the horrific sights before you. You can’t help them right now, but deep down you swear that somehow, you’ll free them soon. If they’ve lasted this long in the depths of Monrose’s bowels then they can hold on for just a bit longer… Eventually you reach a comparatively massive sphincter, the entrance to Mistress Monrose’s large intestine. You tackle the valve, hoping that what lies beyond is less traumatizing than what you’ve encountered thus far… [[Continue|Monrose Large Intestine Chaos]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''//(set: $health to 3) You prepare yourself, ready to rush towards the far end of the room. Immediately, Agatha begins crawling towards you with reckless abandon from the East. Her plump pale belly hangs low, her jiggling bare breasts swaying from side to side as she rushes forward. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Cmere you tiny little snack. Ahhhm!”] Her tongue drips with clear saliva, hungry for a potential meal. Staring down at your form, Agatha's left hand reaches out for you! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f2a723ff6c1f485f85c89b86fbb7d378~mv2.png"> --- (text-style:"emboss")[^^(text-colour:yellow)[The following Chase Sequence has quick time events. Be sure to make your choices swiftly! You have a limited amount of stamina. Sprint to avoid dangerous scenarios.]^^] (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Dodge East|Agatha OV]] [[Dodge West]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha OV]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

Which path would you like to follow? --- (link: "Path of Grace")[(set: $GreenBand to false); (set: $BronzeBand to true); (set: $Grace to it + 2); (go-to: "Woman's Changeroom")] - You were kind to both Agatha and Beth, assisting them where necessary. (link: "Path of Chaos")[(set: $GreenBand to true);(set: $Chaos to it + 2);(go-to: "Woman's Changeroom")] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you.

From here you can access checkpoints throughout the story. (set: $BCB to true) (text-colour:red)[//Please note that checkpoints will take into account the path of least resistance to reach breakpoints. The sequence of the story is in numbered order. Aquired stats and items will be limited to the bare minimum up to their respective points. //] (text-style:"underline")[''"Two ways to enter the Manor"''] (link:"1a. Meadows Manor Entrance Foyer")[(go-to:"Foyer Checkpoint")] - After dealing with the Alt Girl and witnessing the Headmaster's voracious display of dominance, you find yourself with a grand task ahead of you. Obtain wristbands from a variety of Faculties within the Manor to progress further through the Gala. (link:"1b. Women's Changeroom")[(go-to:"Checkpoint Changeroom")] - Having been transported into the Manor within either Agatha the Creepy Girl, or Beth the Alt Girl, you find yourself within the Women's Changeroom. Who knows what items you may find here or who may be using the showers. (text-style:"underline")[''"Exploring the Manor's Rooms"''] (link:"2. Hidden Lab")[(go-to:"Lab Checkpoint")] - Having traversed through the Manor's venting and hidden tunnels by interacting with Gilly the Gremlin Girl, you find yourself in a small laboratory. Here, a studious Professor Arc, a woman in direct opposition to the Headmaster, works on her various devices. Will you assist her? Or instead use the knowledge you have gained against her? (text-style:"underline")[''"Mistress Monrose's Lounge"''] (link:"3. The Lounge Intro")[(go-to:"Pre Lounge")] - Past the Western Halls rests the festive Lounge, a place of revelry. Here, one of the three Headmistresses, Mistress Monrose, a boisterous plump woman with a greedy gullet for wine, enjoys ‘interacting’ with her students. Margo the Bodyguard, Agatha the Creepy Girl and Gilly the Gremlin Girl are all present to enjoy the evening! Will you join in on the fun with your friends? Or instead capitalize on their vulnerability for your own gain? (link:"3.5 Mistress Monrose's Private Gallery - Part 1")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Grace")]|(text-colour:cyan)[Grace Route] - After having some kindred fun with Margo, Gilly and Agatha to appease Mistress Monrose, you’re taken to her private Gallery to enjoy an evening of luscious events. Still, you can’t help but wonder how those other minimized students from earlier are doing? What activities does Mistress Monrose have planned? (link:"3.5 Mistress Monrose's Private Gallery – Part 2")[(go-to:"Lounge Part 2 Check")]|(text-colour:cyan)[Grace Route] - After indulging in Monrose’s games, you’ve finally accomplished the goal of locating the missing student, Laura. However, it seems like Monrose still has one more trick up her sleeve… (link:"3.5 Mistress Monrose's Private Gallery - Part 1")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro CHAOS")]|(text-colour:orange)[Chaos Route] - After dealing with the intoxicated women of the Lounge, you’ve gained entrance to Mistress Monrose’s private Gallery. The mistress is a cunning woman and understands the nature of your very being. Seeing potential in you, Monrose has tasked you with bringing pleasure to Gilly, Agatha and Margo, regardless of how dead set they are on bringing about your end. Will you survive the gauntlet? (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Boxes]''// (set: $Cheese to true) (if: $Flashlight is true)[Using your flashlight, you shine it about in the dim light to reveal a small scrap of old moldy cheese. Yuck! You recoil at the smell, even as far as smelly cheeses go, this small little scrap is beyond salvaging. Still, you pocket a portion of the cheese, it must have been what Gilly was looking for.] --- You can [[go back|into the divide]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Gilly]''// Gilly chortles impishly as you make your request. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Naughty, stinky, yucky, wucky MORSEL! Always choosing to go in Gilly’s poop hole!” ] Without waiting for a reply, Gilly reaches back and grasps you hard with her right hand. Holding you firmly with her index finger and thumb, she lines you up with her quivering butthole. Gilly then slams you forward, unfortunately missing the hole as your head instead collides with her damp taint. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Haha, whoopsie! Gilly aim higher.” ] Realigned, you come face to face with her anus. The outer green edges of her digestive system’s exit flex outwards and remain so. The pinkish interior continues to widen, before a tiny gape reveals the dim interior. A waft of dank muggy air seeps out with a tiny squeaking sound before your head seals the hole entirely. Your feet are pushed inwards as you slowly enter Gilly’s rectum. --- [[Continue|Gilly Rectum2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Gilly]''// Gilly growls hungrily as you make your request. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mmm, Gilly gets to taste Morsel again!”] Without waiting for a reply, Gilly reaches back and grasps you hard with her right hand. Holding you firmly with her index finger and thumb, she lines you up with her gaping maw from upside down. Gilly then throws you forward onto her outstretched tongue. #(text-style:"blink")[CLACK!] The jaws seal you once more into darkness as Gilly begins to move. --- [[Continue|Gilly Mouth2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Gilly]''// Gilly laughs gleefully as you make your request. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ooh yes, that place makes Gilly feel nice and full, in a different way!”] Without waiting for a reply, Gilly reaches back and grasps you hard with her right hand. Holding you firmly with her index finger and thumb, she lines you up with her sopping vagina. Gilly then slams you forward, unfortunately missing the hole as your head instead collides with her damp taint. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Haha, whoopsie! Gilly aim lower.” ] Realigned, you come face to face with her labia. The outer green edges of her lips quiver and flex. The pinkish interior continues to widen, before a tiny gape reveals the dim slimy interior. A waft of musky air seeps out with a tiny squelching sound before your head seals the hole entirely. Your feet are pushed inwards as you slowly enter Gilly’s vagina. --- [[Continue|Gilly Vagina2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// You opt to try and shimmy around the gummy. It’s a difficult task but not impossible. You manage to squeeze your tether of string along the length of the tied candy and eventually get past it fully. Now standing on top of gummy number 2, you stare up at the final candy above. This one rests just beneath Gilly’s middle finger. It’s snug against the under pad of her digit, so wiggling past might prove difficult. You could also try loosening this one. Lastly, you can attempt to eat your way through the final gummy. Your gaze drifts downwards, a cold tingle of adrenaline rising up your spine as you bear witness to NO other gummies below you. Gilly’s messy gummy filled maw chomps open and closed, bits of purple masticated candy mingling in her teeth and gums. She already ate the bottom two. She closes her mouth and shuts her eyes tight before a resounding meaty gulp echoes out. #(text-style:"blink")[GALUP! AHHH!] Her breath wafts up from below, smelling of a sweet-sour mix between candy and saliva. Fragments of gummy still remain but are mostly gone. Far to the back of her mouth, the candy string is drawn taught. The end is nowhere in sight, yet the string still pulls against you. Theres a firm jerk every couple of seconds as the peristalsis of her throat ushers down the bits of gummy alongside the bottom length of string. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_131e31c26d194ea8b1afcb5b4c53a9da~mv2.png"> --- You need to keep going. The final gummy stands between you and victory. [[Climb Down|Gilly Candy Mouth]] --- Climbing up, you can do the following. [[Climb Around the Gummy|Around Gummy2]] [[Unti the Gummy|Unti Gummy2]] [[Eat the Gummy|Eat Gummy2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: A Willing Treat]''// Whether too tired or wanting to know certain what lies within Gilly’s depths, you begin to slip down the length of rope towards the widening maw beneath. Gilly, seeing this willingness, smiles ever wider letting out a mew of delight. (text-colour:#6f956f)["Ahhh! Kaha!"] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1f10bab4492b499ca105f3d39d1250e2~mv2.png"> --- Her mouth stretches ever wider, the tongue drooping low in anticipation for your entrance. Then, her lower lips clamp down on your abdomen. #(text-style:"blink")[OMPH!] Your eyes bulge in gleeful surprise as you feel your lower half compressed by plush pink lips. Your waist is completely engulfed by Gilly’s mouth. Her slathering tongue meanders against your legs and nethers, not an entirely bad feeling if the circumstances were different. With her mouth full of YOU Gilly speaks around your body. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_131e31c26d194ea8b1afcb5b4c53a9da~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blur")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mowfel wan IN Giwwy!” Mmmmm! ]] The vibrations of her voice send tickling sensations across your body. Her damp saliva begins to drench the sticky rope. Even if you could pull free of her lip's grip, there’s no way you could keep climbing along the length of soaked string. You’ve been caught. With a quick sucking slip, you’re drawn into Gilly’s mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PHWIP!] [[Continue|Gilly Inside Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// You climb down into the dusty drawer. Sifting through piles of ancient items, you move through the unwieldy mass towards the small bottle of grape flavored lube. Hoisting the sampler onto your back, you begin to climb back up out of the cabinet along the rope ladder. Behind you, the chatter of woman and more specifically Mistress Monrose, becomes ever more important to your current predicament. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh yes, over here is where I keep my souvenirs of old!” ] #(text-style:"rumble")[THUD THUD THUD THUD!] The bassy footfalls of the Massive Mistress cause even your rope ladder to sway as the entire cabinet totters on its base. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I picked up many of these relics across my journeys, some even date back to medieval times! But nothing compares to my older sisters’ collections. Meduna is quite fond of ancient Greek relics while Meadows has items dating back to even the Stone Ages!” ] You have little time to listen to Mistress Monrose’s tale before you assume she’ll spot you. Hopefully she doesn’t mind you borrowing her lube. #(text-style:"rumble")[THUD!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ahh, and what do we have here? A little fan is stealing my anal lube, yes?”] Hands positioned on her hips, the Lavender haired giantess stares down at you with a wide toothy grin, red eyes piercing into your very form. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“And it seems you’ve picked my favorite flavor, oh how sweet of you!”] Her fingers reach down for you with practiced and precise speed, snatching you from the ladder before dropping you onto the cabinet top. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Well then, we’ll just have to have a sample of this before you play with the others then, yes?”] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHAH!"] The Mistress pins you down against the hard wooden surface with an outstretched digit, before loosening the cap of lube with her free hand. She squeezes out a heavy dollop of sweet, scented lubricant overtop your prone body, coating you from head to toe in the slippery liquid. Then, the finger releases. You can barely stand given the extreme slipperiness, albeit walk. Throughout this encounter, Margo has caught wind of the situation occurring behind her. Noticing your predicament, she calls out to you to assist without getting in Monrose’s way. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Friend, that stuffs slippery, take your time, don’t run!”] The pleading blue eyes of Margo stare from afar at you with worry as Monrose’s finger adjusts. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“OH yes! It smells so sweet!”] Mistress Monrose lowers her face just above you, inhaling deeply through her nose. Wide nostrils flare deeply as your scent and the air around you are sucked away into her massive respiratory system. For a moment you struggle to breathe in the whirlwind before the giantess opens her maw with a deep exhalation. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[Haaaah!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_42a2cda20a324c87ae36b339bcf0cf3a~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose’s breathy exhale billows past you, rich with the scent of wine. Then, her mouth closes, a straight line forming on her plush lips. Her crimson eyes glow up above as her gaze becomes fixed and predatory. #(text-colour:red)[“Run.”] The being’s maw opens wide, her slathering pink tongue dripping with thick saliva. A small fleshy gurgle echoes from the depths of her throat. --- [[Run]] [[Slip and Slide]] [[Stay]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Leg]''// Past the white muddy sneaker lies an expanse of black knee-high socks, riddled with holes. The skulls adorned cackle as if mocking your meager attempts to climb at your scale. Merely getting the attention of this preoccupied girl is a monumental effort. Nevertheless, you press on, using the loose threads of the sock to quickly embark up to the divot behind her knee. From here, the sock ends. Craning your neck upwards, her thick porcelain white thighs angle away from you. A small climb is necessary as you begin your ascent up the leg. Tiny wispy black hairs can be seen sprouting about as you near further up. From this vantage point, you are just at the edge of her skirt. Your face flushes as you cheekily peak beneath the black curtain of fabric. You gasp, noticing a pair of pink panties adorned with skulls and crossbones. The cloth of the underwear wedges deep between her pearly white buns, no doubt a severe wedgie. The cheeks seem to mold to and from her lower bits as the Creepy Girl shifts and moves about in the grass. Stifling your urges, you climb up and over the wall of fabric and triumphantly arrive at the base of her hips and generous behind. Far ahead of you, the expanse of the girl's body spreads out into the distance. The small of her back is visibly exposed before being cut off halfway by her graphic crop top. Reaching her exposed back could prove useful in garnering her attention. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can [[move across her back.|Across Back]]This would be a one way trip given the slope. Alternatively, you stare back behind you and notice the lip of the girl's skirt has a small width gap that you could easily pass by. Your face flushes once more as you think of the possibilities. Surely, that could also rouse the girl. You can (link: "travel beneath her skirt")[(go-to: "Inspect Panties")] Additionally, you could always climb back down to her [[shoes.|Climb Shoes]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Monrose's Calf]''// Even with each tap of her massive high heel, Mistress Monrose’s heel end stays firmly planted onto the ground. You use its consistent placement as a safe means of climbing upwards. You scurry up the hard semi sloped heel, passing by the relatively tight lip of her rear shoe before grasping onto the wall of black stocking that begins at her lower calf. The stocking is velvety smooth, woven extremely fine. Nevertheless, at your scale you are able to locate the ladder like threads to easily climb upwards. Shimmying up along the back of her calf, you can see the bronze smooth skin through the semi opaqueness of Mistress Monrose’s stockings. Not a hair or follicle in sight it seems. Eventually, you and the cautious girl reach the sloped hill of her knee, where the stocking comes to an abrupt end. Staring beyond, the slick expanse of the woman’s bear brown thigh slopes further upwards. It’ll be a tough climb without any hair nor legging to grab onto. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea8cc5f337dc4597b5c3bd2a1eea5164~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue Upwards|Pre Capture2]] – Continue climbing despite the difficulties ahead.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch: Dodge!]''//(set: $CouchE to 3) You waste no time and surge upwards and outwards from between the couch cushion divide. Running across the expanse of cushion you transition to a full out sprint as you notice the shadow of Mistress Monrose’s ass getting ever wider. You dare not look up or back, fearing you may lose your footing. Yet, you can feel her presence getting closer. The fiery warmth of her skin tingles the top of your head, the oppressive cindery smell that is so common across her massive body, and then the briefest of laughs from above. Whether from Monrose’s idle chatter with the other woman, or if she truly is aware of your current fate, you have no time to think of that as the cushion behind you begins to dip. In a last-ditch effort, you leap forwards, hoping that you’ve cleared away from her booty. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4e2a00daeff342f5bb4a5f54bc1b0ae5~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[WOOPOMPH!] A blast of air, jettisoned from Mistress Monrose’s seat, ejects your far off to the edge of the couch. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmmph, yes oh so comfy, mhm!”] Mistress Monrose reclines lavishly into the plush couch before turning over into a lying position. Dazing yourself off, you thankfully aren’t too far from the edge and decide now is the time to escape back down before you’re crushed by her lying body. After a quick descent, you reach the ground. Coincidentally, Mistress Monrose ends her display of the vermillion couch’s comfort and returns to the center table. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Explore")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Creepy Girl's Shoe]''// Shuffling sounds permeate the air as the Creepy Girl muddles about in the grass in front of you. Her sneakers, once white now smeared with caked old mud, busy about in front of you. Stray battered laces lie untied and darkened with dirt. It's obvious this girl cares little about her attire. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b4c126cca17842f8841e326fb89d26df~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For a brief moment, the meandering sneakers come to a standstill. From this angle, you can attempt to climb up and into her shoes from the laces, maybe a sensation near her sole could get her attention? [[Enter Shoes]]. Or you could climb past the shoes up her legs to gain a better vantage point. [[Climb Legs]]. Alternatively, you could return to the bushes whence you came. [[ Return to Bushes|Bushes]] Also, off to the side you also notice a (text-colour:yellow)[[small mound.]<c1|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(if: $prybar is true) [You look amongst the shrubbery and find nothing but dirt and leaves.] (else:)[There is a spare bobby pin sticking out of the grass, you stash it away, could prove useful. (set: $prybar to true)]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// You shift along the length of string upwards. You’re confident Gilly didn’t consume Laura, so for the time being you opt to maximize your own safety. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1f10bab4492b499ca105f3d39d1250e2~mv2.png"> --- You come to a halt just beneath the penultimate gummy, 2nd from the top. This one is tied very tight. You could try and climb around it, but given how you are affixed to the string it could be difficult. You could also try untying the gummy, giving you a clear way up, but that may take some time. Lastly, you yourself could try consuming a portion of the gummy to both loosen and clear it in one fell swoop. --- [[Climb Around the Gummy]] [[Untie the Gummy|Gilly Candy Mouth]] [[Eat the Gummy]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// You hoist yourself up to the edge of the beer mug with all your strength. The rim is slippery and damp, yet for now you hold on firmly. There, before your very eyes is a jacuzzi sized pool of foamy golden beer. You tilt your head down and over the edge, filling your mouth with hoppy lite beer. Refreshing! After quenching your thirst, you bring your head up and away from the pool of beer. A rush of blood surges up to your head, oof, maybe you drank a little too much? Slightly tipsy, you don’t notice Margo’s hand reaching down towards the handle of the mug. As she grasps the handle, the mug tilts towards her, sending you over the edge and into a lake of bubbly beer. --- [[Continue|Margo Beer Drink]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard - Boot]''// The massive black leather boot is easy enough to scale. Given the multiple thick ridges of leather banding, you hoist yourself up using each ridge as a foothold. Coming to the plateau of her laces, a waft of leather scented air permeates your senses. Chemical tinges of wax and cleaners fog your mind slightly. It appears the Bodyguard takes great care in cleaning the exterior of her boots, utilizing polishes and the like. Brushing aside the hazy smells, you begin to climb the laces like a rope ladder, finally reaching the lip of her upper boot. Staring at the miniscule space between her sock and boot lip, you realize that this giantess has tightened her shoes impossibly taught! No squeezing in there unfortunately. Maybe she keeps spare boots in the Women’s Changeroom? Craning your neck upwards, the vast fabric slope of her suit pant leg stretches onwards. This should be a simple climb, but potentially a one-way jaunt. You’ll have to find a safe platform higher above to jump down carefully. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ba0c0de162e64c039d107bb5075184c5~mv2.png"> --- [[Ascend the Pant Leg]] – No turning back now. Onwards and upwards. (link: "Go Back")[(go-to:"Entrance Foyer")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Monrose's Calf]''// Even with each tap of her massive high heel, Mistress Monrose’s heel end stays firmly planted onto the ground. You use its consistent placement as a safe means of climbing upwards. You scurry up the hard semi sloped heel, passing by the relatively tight lip of her rear shoe before grasping onto the wall of black stocking that begins at her lower calf. The stocking is velvety smooth, woven extremely fine. Nevertheless, at your scale you are able to locate the ladder like threads to easily climb upwards. Shimmying up along the back of her calf, you can see the bronze smooth skin through the semi opaqueness of Mistress Monrose’s stockings. Not a hair or follicle in sight it seems. Eventually, you reach the sloped hill of her knee, where the stocking comes to an abrupt end. Staring beyond, the slick expanse of the woman’s bear brown thigh slopes further upwards. It’ll be a tough climb without any hair nor legging to grab onto. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea8cc5f337dc4597b5c3bd2a1eea5164~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue Upwards|Pre Capture]] – Continue climbing despite the difficulties ahead. (if: $StickyGum is true)[ [[Use the Sticky Gum]] – Smear the sticky gum across your body. This will cause it to dry out but will make the climb easier. ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Alt Girl's LEFT Shoe]''// (set: $GreenBand to true) You decide to go with the left shoe, the foot that has recently made its way to the ground. You clammor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse you notice the laces of this shoe are drawn tight, preventing any kind of entrance into its interior. You decide to go with the left shoe, the foot that has recently made its way to the ground. You clamor over the rubber banding of the shoe. Now on top of the front of the converse you notice the laces of this shoe are drawn tight, preventing any kind of entrance into its interior. (if: $stringA is 0) [(text-colour:yellow)[Additionally, a small piece of frayed lace lightly dangles off to the side. You pocket some of the string, could be useful later.] (set: $stringA to 1)] (else:)[] (if: $shoelacestied is true) [(set: $GreenBand to true)All too suddenly, her right leg begins to shift. It appears her leg has finally grown tired and begins to move towards the door. However, with the shoes tied together, the Alt Girl begins to lift her foot to move and instead is taken unawares as the laces pull taught together and come undone, causing her to fall forward. ##(text-colour:blue)["Huh? Wha-?!"] The world about you tilts as the giantess begins to sail downwards. Thinking quickly, you jump off the calf towards the ground before the Alt Girl collides with the floor. ##(text-style:"rumble")[THOOM!] The giantess falls face forward, arms outstretched towards the floor with a loud crash. She groans, not expecting to meet the ground so suddenly. You yourself tuck and roll to the ground; a fall not uncommon for you when minimized. From here, you can [[head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]. Or try and [[get closer to the giantess]] now that she's prone.] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (else:)[You can continue to [[climb up her leg.|Alt Girl Leg]] From here you could also [[climb back down|climb her shoes]]. Or jump over to the [[right shoe.|Climb right shoe]].]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's RIGHT Shoe]''// You decide to go with the right shoe, the foot that has been keeping her upright for the past while. You clamor over the rubber banding. Now on top of the front of the converse, you notice the undone laces in front of you within arm’s reach. Farther up the shoe, you can see the edge of her white socks peeking out. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can continue to [[climb up her leg|Launched]]. Or you can [[slip into the shoe]] itself, given its looseness. Alternatively you could [[re-tie the shoelaces|Discovered Kind]]. Or you could [tie the shoelaces]<c1| together. This may make her trip if she moves. []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:yellow)[(if: $shoelacestied is true) [You already tied the shoelaces together, they're too tight to undo now.] (else:)[Deftly, you tie both sets of shoelaces together. Next time she moves, she'll be in for a trip! (set: $shoelacestied to true)]]]] From here you could also [[climb back down|climb her shoes]]. Or jump over to the [[left shoe|Climb left shoe]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// You crouch down low and climb up atop the crumpled heap of metal, carefully avoiding the sharp narrow edges and slippery beer splattered puddles. Now, standing atop the lip of the can, your head just barely peaks over the rim of the beer mug. Still, from here you’re too far to get a sip. You’d need to hoist your midsection over the lip of the glass to even get past the sudsy wall of beer foam before you could garner a sip of the golden liquid. --- [[Climb Up Further]] – You are determined to have a taste of this low cal beer! (if: $BCB is true) [ (text-colour:orange)[You twirl the small black vial in your hands, The Black Cat Brew. 90% Alcoholic concentration is a lot, and even a couple of drops from this concentrate in someone’s drink would surely put them in a stupor.] ] (if: $BCB is true)[ (text-colour:orange)[ [[Enhance Margo’s Beer]]] – Administer a couple of drops from the Black Cat Brew. ] [[Go Back|Sneak Around Margo]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[The Bar - Chaotic Choices]''// You decide to do some exploring and climb the additional rope ladder up towards the shelves lined with all sorts of alcohol. Eventually, you come to a rest on the first shelf that houses a variety of bottles, some at least 10 times your size! You shuffle about on the dusty shelves, seeing little to no items of interest until you spot a peculiar small vial, about the size of your arm. The geometric vial is made of a crystalline onyx structure. An amethyst stopper rests at the top as a cap. Upon closer inspection, you realize that the vial is in fact a dropper, able to squeeze out the tiniest bit of fluid. This doesn’t look like alcohol. You notice a small, faded label on the back. ‘Black Cat Brew: 90% ALC’ --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2de67279c8714b4f8426410b8fb9684d~mv2.png"> --- (if: $Chaos is >=1)[ [(text-colour:orange)[[Steal the Vial]]] – This 'poison' could be useful. ](else:)[You think twice about stealing. Plus you have no need for a devious poison like that. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +1 Chaos])] [[Return to The Lounge|The Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You begin to scale the metallic ladder up towards Professor Arc’s workbench. After a brief climb you come to rest atop a great metallic expanse. Before you, a series of wires, trinkets, mechanical devices, and vials are scattered about the tabletop. At the center, the professor is busy soldering away at what looks to be a Mechanoid! --- [[Approach the Professor]] [[Approach the Vials]] [[Inspect the Trinkets]] [[Go back|West Lab Equipment]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You begin to scale the metallic ladder up towards Professor Arc’s workbench. After a brief climb you come to rest atop a great metallic expanse. Before you, a series of wires, trinkets, mechanical devices, and vials are scattered about the tabletop. At the center, the professor is busy soldering away at what looks to be a Mechanoid! --- [[Approach the Professor|Approach the Professor2]] [[Approach the Vials|Approach the Vials2]] [[Inspect the Trinkets|Inspect the Trinkets2]] [[Go back|West Lab Equipment2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths]''//(set: $MQuest to 6)(set: $Fork to true) Time passes as you begin the long yet plush climb up the side of the Booth. The mountain of stacked pillows is a relatively easy climb upwards, but ultimately takes you a good amount of effort. Approximately 30 minutes pass and by that time, you notice a distinct rumbling snore nearby. (text-style:"sway")[ZZzzzz. ZZzzzz.] As you reach the apex of the cushiony mountain and climb atop the Booth table, you notice that Agatha has passed out in a drunken stupor. One of her cocktails, a short round glass with gemmed sides is still half full. You see this as a perfect opportunity to administer the Black Cat Brew. Easily grasping onto the crystalline lattice of the cocktail glass, you climb up to the rim and pour out a healthy dollop of the sticky black fluid. Before enacting your chaotic plan, you snag some useful (text-colour:yellow)[plastic utensils.] Then, at the top of your lungs combined with fervently tapping the glass, you make as much noise as possible to wake the sleeping giantess. Then, you make your break, leaping off the table’s side to the cushions below. The last thing you hear is, “Ehh, huh? Oh, still got some juice left it seems.” Then, a deep gulp confirms that Agatha has indeed drank the concoction. Lastly, theres a loud bang as the girl drops her head against the table top, passed out once more for good. Another giantess handled is one step further in your efforts of subduing any opposition in your way. --- (link:"Return to the Booths Central")[(go-to:"Booths")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// Agatha’s smile broadens into a wolfish grin. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, you’re not wrong little one. I’ve certainly CONSUMED my fair share of tinies just like you. Maybe not as many as Gilly, but either way, I owe my size to my own fair share of indulgence.” ] #(text-style:'buoy')[THOOM] Without warning, the gothic giantess heaves her pudgy belly onto the tabletop in front of you. Glmmm… (text-colour:#675b70)[“I’ve only had liquor this whole evening you know. That means my belly is pretty empty right now. What makes you think I shouldn’t have YOU fill it up hm?”] --- [[Worship her Belly]] – Try and distract her hunger with a massage. [[Agree with Agatha|Agatha Willing Vore]] – Admit that tinies like you are nothing more than food. [[Convince Agatha of your Worth]] – If she swallows you down there’s no way you can still pleasure her! --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Monrose's Gallery - A Hero's Defiance]''//(set: $CoffeeE to 2) Atop the coffee table is a simplistic arrangement of various items. An old clay mug rests on its side, tea leaves dappling the base arranged in some sort of pattern. A shallow pan houses a fragrant pile of grey ash, a single stick of burnt incense billowing out stray fumes of smoke. Then, your eyes light up as you notice a bowl filled with purple gummies! Some are wrapped in what seem to be candy casings from the 50’s. This would be great to augment the candy string for Gilly, you doubt she’ll be phased much by the age of the confectionery. You’d expect the gremlin girl to be salivating over the proximity of a near sweet treat. But as you turn around to regard her, her gaze remains fixed on YOU not the snack. You heft a handful for later. Hopefully these are not the special candies Monrose spoke of earlier. As you do so, it appears the commotion of Gilly’s movement has garnered the attention of Mistress Monrose. The giantess strides over with deep bellowing stomps, vibrating the dainty coffee table beneath you. Gilly holds the top firmly, preventing you from stumbling. The gremlin girl does not care to notice the Mistress’s approach and simply stretches out her hand towards you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Come Morsel, Gilly take you back to table!”] She smiles with a toothy grin. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, hold on there, my little green experiment, that tiny fan of mine is stealing antiques!”] Gilly does not answer and simply curls you up in her rough palm, holding you behind her back above her waist, out of sight completely. #(text-style:"rumble")[THM THM THMP!] Mistress Monrose leans over Gilly, hands planted on her hips. Slowly, the gremlin girl raises to her modest height of 5 feet, a whole foot shorter than the domineering diva. She then stares directly up and into Monrose’s challenging red eyes. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4971d57d9ced4e1fbb59007631a2bd15~mv2.png"> --- The Mistress, almost lazily, speaks down to Gilly. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I’ll need you to hand over the sweets you little goblin, I’ll need to teach my fan a lesson about theft!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_df191aed77fd4d1da2d05a79024e345b~mv2.png"> --- At the table, both Agatha and Margo are watching intently. Then, the gremlin girl shakes her head. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“No. Gilly and Morsel use candy for game, you said we play game. This fair.”] The two other woman gasp, shock and fear dotted across their faces. Mistress Monrose cocks her hip to one send, surprise painted across her charming face. Then, her eyes glow a deep red, an immediate shift in her chipper demeanor. ##(text-colour:red)[ (text-style:"smear","rumble")[“RELEASE THEM!”] ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1c98c4c1c9bc44d8b6cc059b34026399~mv2.png"> --- A commanding bellow vibrates the ground and causes dust to shimmer from the drapery above. The goddess’s voice seems to come from everywhere all at once. From within Gilly’s dirty palm, the muffled noise is too much for you to fully ascertain. Gilly’s ears droop low, but her orange eyes glow bright and defiant in the dim light of the Gallery. Her small body trembles before the towering goddess. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ca28622ec9f54502b5b2508550bd838f~mv2.png"> --- You can feel Gilly’s small hand begin to quiver. (text-colour:cyan)[Slowly, you rest your own body against the surface tenderly. ] The shaking stops. During this dispute, Margo has shifted an arm out of sight just behind Gilly’s back to retrieve you covertly. A quick exchange of your form transfers you from Gilly’s palm to Margo’s before the bodyguard shifts back to the table, nonchalantly depositing you on the table. Immediately you shout out to Monrose, confirming that Gilly has ‘somehow’ already released you. The goddess’s commanding disposition changes to that of surprise as she glances over to see you standing triumphantly atop the center table. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“What? How did...?”] Gilly presents her open empty palms to the Mistress with a gleeful smile. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“See. No Morsel. Gilly let go when you get mad. Morsel VERY fast!”] For the first time you notice a genuine sneer spread across the usually joyful mistress’s face. Wordlessly, she returns to the center table before closing her eyes, sighing deeply, and smiling broadly once more. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“A clever fan you are, yes!”] (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''//(set: $AQuest to 1) You stand now in front of the witchy gothic Agatha. Her long flowing black hair rests gently atop the surface of the table. It’s still a bit messy but no so much as before. Her eyes also thankfully lack that maniacal look. Still, as she begins to speak, a heavy damp smell of liquor washes over you. Seems like she’s already quite inebriated. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_be03c120e74c4154b8c09941f84fb645~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“So, of all the cute girls better dressed and better looking than me, you still chose to come hangout over here, huh?”] Agatha grins down at you mischievously. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Interesting choice.” ] Agatha looks over her shoulder and in either direction adjacent to her. For the most part, the Booths are fairly empty, those who are here are either too drunk to pay attention to the pair of you or passed out already. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Let’s cut to the chase little one, you came here to my booth for one reason. From our earlier encounters, you and I both know that you want some of ME. Be honest, and don’t lie!”] Her voice begins to rise, further bathing you in her drunken breath. #(text-style:"rumble")[“SPEAK!”] --- [[Agree with Agatha]] – Don’t want to piss her off. [[Say you were just Exploring]] – She’s acting a bit erratic. Speak your truth. [[Try and Distract Agatha]] - Pivot the conversation and offer to get her another drink.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''//(set: $AQuest to 1) You stand now in front of the witchy gothic Agatha. Her long flowing black hair rests gently atop the surface of the table. It’s still a bit messy but no so much as before. Her eyes also thankfully lack that maniacal look. Still, as she begins to speak, a heavy damp smell of liquor washes over you. Seems like she’s already quite inebriated. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_be03c120e74c4154b8c09941f84fb645~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“So, of all the cute girls better dressed and better looking than me, you still chose to come hangout over here, huh?”] Agatha grins down at you mischievously. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Interesting choice.” ] Agatha looks over her shoulder and in either direction adjacent to her. For the most part, the Booths are fairly empty, those who are here are either too drunk to pay attention to the pair of you or passed out already. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Let’s cut to the chase little one, you came here to my booth for one reason. You want some of ME. Be honest, and don’t lie!”] Her voice begins to rise, further bathing you in her drunken breath. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"rumble")[“SPEAK!”]] --- [[Agree with Agatha]] – Don’t want to piss her off. [[Say you were just Exploring]] – She’s acting a bit erratic. Speak your truth. [[Try and Distract Agatha]] - Pivot the conversation and offer to get her another drink.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''// Tentatively, you walk up towards the red bottom lip of the giantess. You place a palm upon its surface, dry and cracked. The skin twitches with your touch, the lips lowering even further, tongue outstretched slightly to welcome you inside. The appendage is coated with a thick white slime, bubbles of saliva dribble about the surface. You crawl over the lips of the bodyguard, knees and hands resting upon the tongue as you enter the predator’s maw. Once your full body is within Margo’s mouth, the teeth behind you shut instantaneously. ##(text-style:"rumble")[''CLACK!''] Your chamber is now sealed, yet light still permeates through the thin gaps between her teeth. The lips remain parted while the incisors form a barrier to the outside world. You try and stand, wondering what trial Margo has planned for you. Suddenly, the muscle beneath you shifts about, the bodyguard intent on answering your question. Your body is scooped up carefully into the divot of her tongue. Creases form along the tongue’s length, a rough-cut line parts in the center channel, tastebuds and flesh rub against your body roughly. Prone, you are ferried to the center of her maw. For a moment, you gaze back towards the pit at the rear of Margo’s mouth. Her throat looms there ominously, the red uvula dancing about the chasm as if beckoning you to venture deeper… But that is not where you are headed. Instead, the tongue shifts about, the rows of teeth part slightly, and then the appendage plants your form upon her rear molars. Before you can move or adjust yourself, the teeth begin to close downwards. Another trial of Might you assume. Your muscles didn’t fail you before, so hopefully they don’t give out here and now inside this damp and dire place. You’ll need to act fast, hopefully luck is on your side. [[Dodge out of the way]]. You don’t think you’ll be able to resist the pressure again. [[Resist the crushing force|MargoEscape]] of her teeth. You believe in your strength. (50%) (text-colour:yellow)[(if:$prybar is true)[[Use the Bobby Pin as a Wedge|MargoEscape2]]](if:$prybar is true)[(100%)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''// Agatha’s eyebrows rise in surprise as you begin your ascent past her black heels and up her stocking clad ankle. Under her breath she mutters astonished, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, no way they actually are doing it, keh.” ] Agatha crosses her arms and beams down at you with authority. She clears her throat before announcing triumphantly, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ahem, that’s right pathetic worm! Climb up your goddess’s massive leg just to reach the top of a measly couch! OHOHOH!”] The goth girl raises a dainty set of fingers to her lips as she chortles on. Seems like Agatha’s been trying to emulate her Faculty Head, Mistress Monrose, a bit too much. Heaving yourself up onto the base of her knee, you make quick work of the entire journey. The leggings helped a ton. You leap from Agatha’s knee onto the couch edge before turning back at her with a wave. Agatha beams, happy to be of assistance. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Don’t mention it little one, and remember, find us some batteries!”] She strides back over to the center table. Her meaty butt cheeks sway heavily behind her black frilly dress, she gives it a light slap with her departure. [[Continue|Vermillion Couch Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''// You decide to gather some courage and holler up at the gothic dressed giantess above. Agatha looks about briefly in confusion before staring down towards the floor. She squints. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh, a minimized student.”] She turns away from you. “(text-colour:#675b70)[Almost thought you were a tiny I knew for a second. If you meet another twerp that looks kinda like you called Logan, let me know. I’ve got a bone to pick with them…”] Thankfully, now wearing a pair of glasses, Agatha doesn’t recognize that it was you from earlier that fucked with her. --- (text-colour:red)[ [[Admit that it was you not Logan]]] – Honesty could have its benefits. [[Return to the Booths|Booths]] – She seems disinterested in you.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''// You decide to gather some courage and holler up at the gothic dressed giantess above. Agatha looks about briefly in confusion before staring down towards the floor. She squints. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh, a minimized student.”] She turns away from you. “(text-colour:#675b70)[Almost thought you were a tiny I knew for a second. Leave me alone, I don't want any twerps bothering me right now...”] The goth goddess takes another greedy slurp from her beverage, uncaring of your presence. You swear you can see utensils and other useful items on that table. If you find some sort of item to spike her drink and inebriate her further, you'd have no problem snatching those items from beneath her nose unnoticed. (text-colour:yellow)[Try exploring where the booze is stored. ] --- [[Return to the Booths|Booths]] – She seems disinterested in you.

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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard - Shoulders]''// Against all odds, you reach the monumental peak of the Bodyguard’s shoulders. Truly, you stand atop the shoulder’s of giantesses. You gaze triumphantly at the vast sight before you, another mountain triumphed. Staring back behind the woman, you look towards the stairs leading to the 2nd floor and beyond. You were right, a jump from here wouldn’t do you much good getting any further and would definitely hurt. You’ll need to decide what to do from here. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_850ec13e91964e7bbea2c67c71e9925a~mv2.png"> --- (if: $MargoFriend is true)[ [[Get Margo’s Attention]] - You wonder if she would be proud of your accomplishments climbing her thus far. Or maybe she would be angry… ](else:) [ A thought breaks into your mind of potentially getting the Bodyguard’s attention from here. You think not though, better to get on her good side first… (Try doing a favor for Margo) ] (if: $RedBand is false)[ [[Slip Down her Arm]] – There is a very direct path downwards towards her Red Band affixed to her wrist. This is your opportunity to grab it. ] [[Leap Towards her Back|Head Towards her Backside]] – You can easily jump back down to her back waist.

Against all odds, you reach the monumental peak of the Bodyguard’s shoulders. Truly, you stand atop the shoulder’s of giantesses. You gaze triumphantly at the vast sight before you, another mountain triumphed. Staring back behind the woman, you look towards the stairs leading to the 2nd floor and beyond. You were right, a jump from here wouldn’t do you much good getting any further and would definitely hurt. You’ll need to decide what to do from here. (if: $MargoFriend is true)[ [[Get Margo’s Attention]] - You wonder if she would be proud of your accomplishments climbing her thus far. Or maybe she would be angry… ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Shower Stalls]''// Curious to explore this vivid jungle-like landscape, you step forward into the center of the dozen shower stalls. All are vacant, doors open and empty, except for one stall that is actively in use. Inside, you hear the deep sultry humming of a woman. Thick fragrant suds float down and underneath the gap beneath her wooden shower doorway. At your scale, you could definitely take a peek. --- (if: $Chaos is >=3)[Couldn't hurt just taking a peek right? [[Slip beneath the doorway stealthily]]] (else:)[Your mouth waters with the potential of catching a glimpse of this naked woman, but instead you hesitate, fear gripping you. (text-colour:orange)[(Requires +3 Chaos)]] (link: "(text-colour:orange)[Brazenly enter]")[(set: $Chaos to it + 1)(go-to: "Brazenly Enter")] despite your trepidation. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] You can instead (link: "(text-colour:cyan)[leave]")[(set: $Grace to it + 1)(go-to: "Larson Grace")] this woman to shower privately in peace. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''// You choose to press forward up Margo’s hand across her arm. Before you, mere inches away, the red rubber band rests idly upon her wrist. You suddenly realize you’ll need to hoist it off quickly or detach the bracelet in some way. Unfortunately, it seems as though Margo will not wait idly for this to happen as the shadow of her free hand crests over your form. [[Leap off her wrist|Back to ground]]|, better odds below on the ground than if she captures you. [[Brace yourself|Margo Punishment]] for her grab.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You’re confident that this is the best wake to rouse the sleeping giantess. After a couple of pulls and tugs on the lobe, the tips of her ear suddenly become rigid and firm. Off to the side, her hand unfurls fully then moves at lightning speed directly towards you! --- [[Dodge!]] – You’d rather not get caught by the semi sleeping girl. [[Hide in her ear]] – You might not be quick enough to get away in time.

A melody of strings and brass serenade elegantly off in the distance. Warm lighting fills the rose hued hall, originating from a gallant chandelier high up above. And the rich warm scent of sandalwood completes the trifecta of elegance that Meadows Mansion’s foyer exudes to the entrant. Elegant, rich, powerful. You find yourself amongst the halls of the elite. Fantasia University, in all its glory and extravagance, pales in comparison to the interior architecture you now bear witness to within the walls of Headmaster Meadows’ very own mansion. Passing through the grand arches of the mahogany doorway, the foyer of the mansion is full of occupants from various faculties. You duck towards the walls off to the side, daring to embark into the crowd at the center of the foyer would be suicide at your scale. Curiously, you notice other students from your very own faculty doing the very same. You, the other shrunken students, and faculty amongst the crowd are all here for one reason. To graduate. All your studies up to this point, the glory, status, and glamor that you could achieve with a BA in your field. All of it came down to the events that would transpire this very weekend, regardless of how uncouth they may be. You are ready. The velvety red carpet beneath your feet trails up towards a grand staircase. The stairs branch off into two paths leading up to the 2nd floor, conjoining once more together to meet at a single coal black double door at the top. A woman dressed in a vermillion suit, with fiery red hair to match, stands alert at the base of the stairs. Her body is fit and toned, and holstered at her side seems to be a firearm. Resting upon her brow is a set of deep crimson shades. Her disposition is stern and serious. The ambient chatter within the hall instantly ceases when the shadowy door at the top begins to open. A pale figure emerges from the shadows beyond. Slowly, the warm light from the chandelier reveals the figure to be none other than the Headmistress herself. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_34d45c86fb0c4a7abbc149bc8f97735a~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue.|Entrance Foyer Encounter]]

(set: $guile to $guile - 1 ) It doesn’t take much to convince the simple-minded Gremlin Girl that you’re a “special” kind of Snacko that has tricks up their sleeves. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, so Snacko make Gilly feel good in other place?”] The curious verdant girl pauses in thought, thin finger resting against her chin. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mmm, OK!”] She nods her head up and down. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“But after, then Gilly eat Snacko, YEP!”] Delighted with her plan, Gilly licks her lips hungrily. You’ll have to figure that out later it seems. You doubt you would have the energy to both pleasure her and dive into the depths of her digestive tract in one piece. Without warning, Gilly twirls about excidetly in her seat before presenting her green dress clad ass to you. Quickly, she peels away the thin fabric to reveal her pantiless undercarriage. Given the gremlin girls height, just about five feet, her ass barely reaches the top edge of the table. She folds in half, head lowering towards her feet below and spreads her ass cheeks generously. Before you now, Gilly’s pinkish tight asshole spreads wide. It’s rather small and tight with streaks of dirt and dust along the edges, no doubt from her perusing through the tunnels. A waft of grimy air fills your nose, only perceivable at your scale. You take it Gilly most likely doesn’t wash often. Below, her tight pink vaginal lips just barely peek over the edge of the table, the bottom half is completely obscured underneath the table’s edge. Only Gilly’s outer labia is visible, the tiny slit that would be her inner labia hidden betwixt the feminine folds. A rich sour scent fills the area emanating directly from the clammy vagina before you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e59ee88953d34c8c80f489f6fe533dd1~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Snacko make Gilly feel good. But if Snacko slow or weak then Gilly eatcha right away!”] Better tread carefully. --- [[Approach Gilly’s Anus|Gilly Anus Chaos]] – Although the dirt road is smellier, its less slick than her pussy. [[Approach Gilly’s Pussy|Gilly Vag Chaos]] – The pink path is easier on the senses, but the slickness could be difficult to traverse.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Heavy Ass]''// (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oho, so you think you can pleasure me, hm?”] Agatha ponders for a moment. (text-colour:#675b70)[Maybe it is worth keeping you around after all. But I need to be sure you truly believe me to be worthy of worship. Let’s make things a bit more real for you.”] Agatha shifts about in her seat, turning herself around so that her black dress clad ass is aligned with your form. She turns her head back, talking over her shoulder. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You see little twerp, not all parts of me are as savory and nice as my soft belly. Girls like ME have big wide asses that we don’t really care to prim up all too often.”] Agatha flips up the hem of her dress, revealing her cellulite riddled pudgy ass. A black lacey thong sits nestled and lost betwixt the ghostly white cheeks. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_49c751f3b1b5483dacc811e8a98a0ceb~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“You see, big gals like me, eating as much junk and tinies as we please, tend to also use our asses a ton for…well you know what.”] She winks over her shoulder before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. You stand firmly in place. If you’re to convince this drunken witch of a woman that she is truly beautiful given her scale and indulgence, you better abide by whatever nasty shit she has coming for you. Then, the thong slips down past her meaty thighs. Two thick palms, nails painted purple black yet chipped and stained, reach back to grasp both heavy cheeks. Head still turned to witness your reaction, Agatha smirks. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Good girls don’t tend to show off their asses all too often, and if they did, I’d imagine that their buttholes would be nice and cute, all shaved and clean.”] Agatha makes a mocking high-pitched voice, emulating the prim girls from earlier. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, but my asshole is all-natural baby! Here, take a look and CONVINCE me that you still think I’m more attractive than those other girls!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c903e382e9714054acbe2320d736acaa~mv2.png"> --- The gothic giantess then proceeds to widen the cleft of her ass. A meaty peeling of flesh, with a subtle tug of resistance causes Agatha’s ass cheeks to open up to the world before you. Suddenly, a miasma of unwashed ass funk spills out from the crease. There, nestled amongst a weave of greasy anal pubes is the epicenter of Agatha’s butt, her imposing pinkish brown asshole. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Look at it twerp, that’s what a REAL girl’s asshole looks like. Musty, hairy, and the very hole that expels all the junk that I consume each and every day. Obviously, which includes tinies like you too, don’t forget that.”] Agatha winks her anus teasingly with this remark. #(text-style:'rumble')[WHAM] She plants her heavy cheeks on the tabletop, still spread. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Go on, show me how much you deserve to live and not become another piece of shit that passes through my butthole.”] [[Continue|Agatha Asshole Worship]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''// You holler up to Agatha with gusto. Unfortunately, it seems like she is too preoccupied at the moment, fiddling about with the hollow dildo. (text-colour:yellow)[Maybe you should give her a hand with it first? ] [[Go Back|Head Towards the Couch]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Cornered Under the Couch]''// You hesitate beneath the musty couch. Dust and debris cling to your sweaty form, leaving you absolutely filthy. The lip of the couch’s one exit is too narrow for the two hungry giantesses to reach for you. Their gleaming faces, crooked smiles and drooling maws are eager to consume your body. Periodically the pair gnash their teeth open and closed with sharp snaps, akin to feral unfed beasts. Margo begins to growl, (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Rrrrg, cmon you snack, you know you want to feed one of us!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f1acd045fe6a49c58ee91630fff9cf16~mv2.png"> --- Agatha lets out a breathy sigh, filling the couch’s chamber with foggy alcohol laden breath, with a tinge of something more smokey. (text-color:#675b70)[“It’ll feel so good, I’ll suck on your body and bring you the sweetest orgasm before I gulp you down!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_62e4c85b5d744a109d3431ab8b8562f5~mv2.png"> --- Suddenly, Margo looks annoyingly at Agatha, (text-color:#de4a4a)[“No, they’re going into my mouth! I’ll make your journey to my belly nice and quick Ant! My mouth and throat will smother you so tight you’ll cum from the very act of me swallowing!”] You stand, fear gripping your body as the sweat on your nubile form begins to cool, itchy dust and dirt clinging to your skin. As the two continue to bicker, they whisper among themselves for a solution. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Oh, maybe they want to enter a different hole, hmm Agatha?”] Questions Margo. Agatha’s eyes beam as her eyes light up with a creative solution. She winks at Margo and the two reposition onto their butts. With both pairs of legs spread, the two women open their legs in a ‘V’ blocking off the entrance fully with their open nethers. Leaning back, you can just barely peek and see their grinning faces further in the distance. Both tease and spread their pussy lips while also circling stray fingers over their buttholes. Margo’s holes are tight and trim, her pussy gleaming with clear fluid, trailing down over the stubbly blonde hairs lining the rim of her brown anus. There’s not much of a smell, other than the sourness of her sweat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_db73ef2da96a4798aac068d9af3eb37b~mv2.png"> --- Agatha’s vagina is spread wide, revealing a gaping pinkish red cavern, oozing out an opaque fragrant white fluid. She spreads her cheeks with a spare hand, causing her asshole to widen and gape. Bubbly sounds echo out from within. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ba90f15d4ff14463996205abfe980072~mv2.png"> --- Agatha pipes up, (text-color:#675b70)[“So, what’s it gonna be little bug? Care to do some spelunking in our pussy’s or butthole’s?”] Margo offers another alternative, (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Or would you rather take a trip-“ She brings up her index finger to her neck...] #(text-color:#de4a4a)[GLP!] She traces her finger now her pronounced neck. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Ahh..Down into one of our bellies?”] You’ll need to choose carefully if you want any chance of survival here. --- [[Food for Margo]] – Tell Margo you’ll gladly be a quick meal for her. [[Food for Agatha]] – The pleasure you could gain in Agatha’s maw is indescribable. [[Approach Margo’s Anus]] – The tight brown hole winks invitingly. Other than the sweat, it’s relatively clean. [[Approach Agatha’s Anus]] – The gaping red hole wafts an earthy scent. [[Approach Margo’s Pussy]] – The tight pink slit looks fresh, glistening with clear fluids. [[Approach Agatha’s Pussy]] – Her hairy lined hole is matted with a crust of white arousal. The aroma sends your head spinning. (after:30s)[ [[Lather Yourself Up in Dust then Approach]] – You can offer yourself as a meal for both of them at once.]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Cornered Under the Couch]''// You opt to head towards the couch which is much farther but a safer hiding spot. #(text-style:"rumble")[Boom, BOOM, BOOOOM!] (text-color:#675b70)[Ha, Ha, Ha…] The panting breaths of the monolithic giantess echo out behind you. The stomps are getting closer and closer. Your legs begin to burn, lactic acid building up within your strained muscles. A cheesy smell wafts from behind, the sscent of Agatha’s sweaty toes. (text-color:#675b70)[“Stompy time little one!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_170c4a550b414045856d045d1425807a~mv2.png"> --- A foot shaped shadow looms over you, but the couch is right there. At the last second you dive forward, just as the massive dirty foot lands behind you with a crushing thud. #BAM! (text-color:#675b70)[“YOU FUCKER! Damn, they’re fast.”] Curses Agatha as you reach the safety of the couch. Muffled in the distance you hear Margo’s voice. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Told ya, that little ant is crafty and quick! Cmon, let’s work together and corner them on either side!"] Suddenly, you realize the gravity of the situation you now find yourself in as you assess your surroundings. The couch is butted up against a wall, and on either side rests cabinets, blocking off the left and right-hand exits. The only escape is the wide front section of the couch, which is now dominated by the peering faces of both Agatha and Margo. Their maniacal grins widen, the pulsating glow of their red eyes filling the dark chambers beneath the couch with a blood red glow. You’re trapped… [[Continue|Couch Dilema]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Ejected]''// You decide to slip away from the adhesion to Margo’s rear mouth. As you tumble down into the yawning pit, immediately there is a guttural reaction from Margo. On either side, her thick tonsils clamp together and her esophagus clenches and unclenches in quick little spasms. Hack, ack! BLEH! Suddenly Margo’s maw shifts downwards ninety degrees, sending you hurtling past her spattering tongue and glistening white teeth. (text-style:"blink")[THMP! ] You lend, drenched and sticky, shaking yourself and counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to survive that whole ordeal. Margo simply wipes her maw of some stray spittle, eyes hazy and clouded. She looks at you with a crooked smile. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Bleh, not nice. But…urp…if you wanna go again, I’m still down.”] Man, she is seriously out of it, considering the woman is willing to try and swallow you again. Best play your cards right next time if you want to stay off the menu. [[Return to Center|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Coughing Fit]''// (set: $Agatha_normal to 0) (set: $AgathaMad to true) You assess the winding pipe beneath you. The epiglottis is the flap covering it periodically, preventing any food from falling down what you believe to be the WRONG hole for ingestion. Better to choke the girl then end up melting in her stomach acids. You slip past the vocal cords and maneuver yourself into her windpipe. For a split second, you feel the epiglottis close in on your abdomen, but you push past it diligently into her trachea. Immediately, your actions elicit a response from your captor. The hole clamps down hard on your form as she begins to cough. ##(text-style:"rumble")[HACK! ] ##(text-colour:#675b70)["Ahh what the FUCK?!] Your body is swiftly propelled past the uvula and beyond the teeth. You tumble through the air, the Creepy Girl cursing behind you. A rush of greenery cushions your fall. Thankfully it seems you have landed back within the confines of the bushes. Peering through the shrubbery, the Creepy Girl, eyes bloodshot and furious howls out in anger. (text-colour:#675b70)["LOGAN YOU BASTARD! I WILL FIND YOU INSIDE THAT DAMNED MANSION, AND WHEN I DO, YOU WILL BE SOOOO SORRY!"] The woman at the entrance scoffs and responds to the creepy girl. (text-colour:blue)["Shut up Agatha! Find your glasses already, we're not letting you in when your acting this manic."] Agatha, the rampaging giantess, pulls at her frazzled hair in anger. Her shirt lifts to reveal a generous portion of her pale pudgy belly. You just narrowly escaped entering that chamber, and if you're not careful, you may just end up meeting it later in the night... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:orange)[You feel the Chaos of your recent predicament swell within you...](text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] Unwilling to tempt fate with Agatha any longer, you can return to the mansion's (link: "entrance")[(set: $Chaos to it + 1)(go-to: "Entrance 2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// Thoughtfully, Agatha rests a pudgy pale finger against her chin. A coy smile spreads across her face. Hopefully she's not lying. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2fce2076d5424c9289ce6c7df9d133a4~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mkay! That works for me! Heh heh.”] The gothic giantess readies you in front of her thin lips, held firmly betwixt her fingers. Without a moment to respond, Agatha carelessly tosses you into her sticky mouth. [[Continue|Agatha Willing Vore]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// With sticky pink gum now affixed to your form, climbing up Mistress Monrose will be a hell of a lot easier. As time passes though, the gum slowly dries. You’ll need to use it here and now to climb up. If you wait too long, it’ll just dry out. --- [[Continue to her Heel|Climb her Heel]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl]''// You approach the Creepy looking girl off to the side of the mansion. Shrouded in darkness as you sneak forward, her full aesthetic is finally revealed. Dark frazzled raven hair cascades haphazardly around her slim porcelain face. Thin lips are pursed as she seems busy frantically searching for something on the ground in front of her. A black lacey skirt with shreds and tears throughout, outlines her gothic style. Tinges of purple jewelry across her form add to her mystical look. Matching the lavender accessories are her eyes, a deep royal purple, yet seemingly they are squinted. You can’t help but notice a sense of franticness, nay craziness in that look. You shudder. From this angle, she is crouched down, somewhat in a child's yoga pose, as she continues her search of the grass in front of her. Behind her, the exterior wall of the Mansion is lined with a set of thick bushes. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can either stay unseen by sneaking through the [[bushes|Bushes]] behind her. Or [[approach her |Front Approach]] head on to see what she is looking for. Alternatively, you can return to the [[Alt Door Guard]] at the entrance.

(set: $CrushCore to false) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Using the Crush Core]''// Thinking quickly, you fish out the device you gained from Margo. Holding the tiny metallic dome in your palms, you pry the device open releasing a swarm of microscopic drones. They buzz about around your body erratically, before uniting as one solid metal mass. The swarm of drones encompass your body entirely. Then, the looming massive foot of Mrs. Larson makes contact with the metal barrier. ##(text-style:"rumble")[''THOOM!''] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_216e73e59eb04525b296824616e30f62~mv2.png"> --- Her sole collides with the mass of nanobots, compressing them inwards closer to your body, yet still holding enough to prevent any amount of force from reaching you. You pray that the barrier holds, glancing at the fluttering bots keeping at bay the immense weight of flesh above you. From beyond the barrier of drones, you hear the muffled sounds of Mrs. Larson speaking to someone higher above. Then, the conversation comes to an end, the foot lifting away from you. *GASP* You draw in an enormous breath of relief. The drones sputter about, having completed their task, before fizzling to the ground innert. Still prone you notice the figure of Mrs. Larson high above you walking away. ##''SMACK! '' Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more, sauntering into the shower room hall. She approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. The sight of Mrs. Larson's heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool. [[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Cubbies]''// You approach the set of cubbies along the floor. There are 3 separate doors, all ajar with clothing and various belongings overflowing messily outwards. Amongst the belongings you notice a common trend. Each of the articles of clothing and goods have a distinct 'gothic' theme to them, with various skull like patterns, black smokey tones and vibrant purples adorning the items. You also notice a pair of undergarments peeking out from the mass of dirty clothing. --- (if: $Chaos is >=1)[You see a glorious opportunity before you. With so many goods at your disposal, there is bound to be something interesting within this person's belongings, perhaps something even valuable. [[Proceed to snoop]]](else:)[You hesitate and decide not to snoop. Better to leave someone's personal belongings undisturbed. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +1 Chaos])] You can [[go back|Door 1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Cubbies]''// You approach the cubbies along the floor. Both the left and right most cubbies are ajar and empty whilst the one in the middle is closed and locked. Upon further inspection of the locked cubie, you notice it requires a four-digit numerical passcode. //(Currently within this patch, there is no way to gain the passcode)// --- Password: (input: bind _password) (link-replace: "Submit")[ (if: _password is "4004")[ Currently there is nothing here, since you just brutforced the lock! Bad student ] (if: _password is not "4004")[ Wrong! [[Try again?|Cubbies2]] ] ] --- You can [[go back|Door 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Cubbies]''// You approach the cubbies along the floor. All of the cubbies are opened and the one to the far left houses a set of heavy work boots. [[Inspect the Boots]] You can [[go back|Door 3]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Cubbies]''// You approach the cubbies along the floor. The middle cubie is open. There is a black duffel bag lying inside. The right cubie is locked. You can inspect the [[Black Duffel Bag]] Upon further inspection of the locked cubie, you notice it requires a four-digit numerical passcode. //(Currently within this patch, there is no way to gain the passcode)// --- Password: (input: bind _password) (link-replace: "Submit")[ (if: _password is "4004")[ Currently there is nothing here, since you just brutforced the lock! Bad student ] (if: _password is not "4004")[ Wrong! [[Try again?|Cubbies4]] ] ] --- You can [[go back|Door 4]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #5: Cubbies]''// You approach the cubbies along the floor. All the cubbies are opened and the one to the far left houses a neatly folded pair of black undergarments. --- (if: $Chaos is >=2)[Staring at the pair of female underwear, you feel a rush of adrenaline fill your senses. [[Inspect the Underwear]]](else:)[Probably not the smartest thing to do, messing around with someone else’s underwear. Plus, if you disturbed the garments, it would be near impossible to fold it all back at your scale. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +2 Chaos])] You can [[go back|Door 5]]

“A sound response. You’ll need many going forward if you wish to accomplish your goals in this Gala.” --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Bar - Monrose's Ass]''// #(text-style:"blur","fade-in-out")[Pomf…] You land lightly upon the leathery red cushioning of the barstool below. Despite its cushiony surface, the wind is still knocked out of you. Gasping for breath, you draw in what air you can. Smells of perfumy lavender, a faint smell that seems to get ever stronger. Bleary eyed, you stare up, noticing a wall purple descending towards you. It appears Mistress Monrose is done readjusting her seated position and is once more planning on fully sitting down, right onto you! You have barely anytime to react. The dress is pressed taught against the woman’s heavy rear. As far as you’ve seen so far, Mistress Monrose’s ass, even behind a curtain of cloth, is the biggest butt you’ve ever laid witness to. Her greedy cheeks gobble up the thin fabric, outlining her heavy ass crease behind the purple fabric. They wobble together, straining against the back of her dress before plummeting down onto your form. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b6c15bfe585744319160c68e48d2bb24~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blur","fade-in-out")[WUMPH!] The impossibly huge impact is…soft? All things considered, your recent fall atop the pillowy stool cushion was harder than the tons of brown flesh now pressed against you. You realize that you’ve lucked out, nestled betwixt Mistress Monrose’s massive butt cheeks. Your wedged firm, unable to move much, but thankfully no worse for wear. You’ll need to get her attention somehow if you want to escape. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Caress]<c1| [Lick]<c2|] [Smell]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[Mistress Monrose’s heavy crease is the only thing you can see at the moment. A wall of dark purple that gets shadier the further you gaze between the divide. You run your hand along the sides of her clothed ass cheeks. The texture of her dress is smooth and slightly warm but becomes much hotter the closer your hand gets to the center of her crack. In the middle of the cheeks, you can feel the skin beneath her dress. Its slightly rubbery and hot to the touch. ##(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway","blur")["[Hmm? Is something touching my culo?"] ]] It appears your actions don't go unnoticed.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You draw your tongue against the smooth cloth. Remnants of semi sweet sweat dance across your tongue. Odd, it appears Monrose’s perspiration is somewhat flavourful.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The air is awash with her scent. Heady with a mixture of sweet smelling floral mixed with natural musky sweat. Your head spins. Coming to after sometime, you don’t know how long you were sniffing, but it appears it was for quite a while.]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Huh?"]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Something feels off in my culo…”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“Oooh, a tiny fan must be getting frisky!” ]] [[Continue|Pre Capture3]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// You cut off the clean portion of cheese, ready for Gilly. With a toss that would set a shot-putter to shame, you launch the mass of cheese square onto her tongue. Without closing her maw, Gilly maneuvers the oily mass to the center of her mouth. The cheese is already starting to melt and break down from the sheer humidity of her breath. You shudder to think that this is just an ordinary process for the start of her digestive system. To break down and assimilate matter into her own. You wonder if Gilly’s digestive system is different in any way to a normal girl’s, given her already strange, augmented tendencies. As you ponder this anomaly, Gilly does not hesitate in showing her food where it belongs. The tongue tilts back slowly with expert precision as the cheese wavers just below the tip of her uvula. Then, her tonsils flex, the uvula scrunches to the roof of her maw and then… ##(text-style:"sway")[GLP! PAH!] The cheese is gone. Only an exhale of stale cheesy air to mark its presence in this world a moment ago. It’s now somewhere within Gilly’s inner world. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Yum yum, thanks Morsel!”] She pats her tummy briefly before crawling away to another corner of the Lab. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b035dc572ecc4f98ab7d5d4177edfba8~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Return to Lab Center")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration2")]

(set: $TestHealth to $TestHealth - 1 ) (if: $TestHealth <= 0)[(go-to: "Test Death")]

Create a better save system.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''//(set: $guile to $guile - 1 ) (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re fucking lying! Rrrgghh!”] Agatha hesitates for a moment, not wanting to believe you but seems like she’s fallen for it. #(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] Lightning fast, Agatha’s flattened palm comes down upon your body with a wicked smack. Your form crumples beneath her hand, slick skin forcing you down into the hard wooden surface. You try and push against her palm with little to no success. Muffled, you hear the taunting words of the sadistic goth above. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Answer me you little shit, you think you can get the better of me, huh? Well, think again.”] Agatha's hand scoops up your body, holding you firmly between her thumb and index finger. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Man, you are certainly small, even for a minimized student. Wouldn’t be too hard to just pop you like a pill! Monrose said we could fuck with you as much as we wanted to, and that you would TRY and pleasure us. But if I just swallowed you down, there’d be no way for you to come back alive, heh. Maybe I should just do that, eh?” ] Slowly you are brought upwards towards the pale rounded face of the gothic giantess. Her gleaming purple red eyes flick about your nubile form. She licks her thin lips in anticipation before her yawning maw opens up with a slimly click. #(text-style:'sway')[MLaaah!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_19ed8b4ffeec42faaa603be5fe679a92~mv2.png"> --- Muggy stale breath heavy with the scent of spirits wafts from the slick cavern. Agatha’s mouth is coated with thick white spittle, no doubt dehydrated from a lack of water for some time. Rivulets of spit criss cross from the top to bottom of her muggy maw. Each breath tugs and pulls at the slivers of spittle, yet the tethers refuse to break. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Cmon you little fuck, feed yourself to me willingly and I proooomise not to swallow you down! Heh.”] She unfurls her palm, keeping you at the center expectantly. Her tongue unfurls onto her clammy hand like a red carpet leading you towards the cavernous entrance to her digestive system. --- [[Obey Agatha’s Command|Agatha Willing Vore]] – You hope her promise holds true. [[Jumpe Down|Jump Down2]] – No way she’s telling the truth. [[Counter Proposition]] – State how she wanted you in her snatch earlier. Tell her to moisten your body with spit before offering to please her pussy. --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Launched]''// ##(text-style:"rumble")[(text-colour:blue)["WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"]] Suddenly, you are pulled outwards from your previous position roughly by two swift digits. You nearly pass out from the quick movement, momentum whirling you through the air, g forces causing the blood within your body to spin about from head to toe. The motion then comes to a stop, and you are met with the round, piercing studded face of the Alt Girl. Her hazel eyes glare down at you menacingly whilst a sinister sneer is painted across her mouth in disgust. (text-colour:blue)["YOU FUCKING CREEP! Ms. Meduna told me to watch out for tiny's but she didn't say they would try to slip into my underwear!"] You attempt to defend yourself as you begin to speak but are immediately cut off. (text-colour:blue)["UGH! I hate it when they do things like that!"] The sharp hold the Alt Girl has on you changes into a vice gripped squeeze. You are balled up in her fist, the outside world going fading to darkness. You feel your chamber lurch for a moment and then... (text-colour:blue)["Fuck...YOU!”] The world opens up, you've been thrown, far. Farther than is survivable as you swirl through the air down the driveway of the manor. The last thing you see before contacting with the pavement is the image of the Alt Girl cleaning off her palms with a sanitizing gel. (text-colour:blue)["Goddamn creeps...no respect for a woman's privacy..."] (The Alt Girl is very particular with nudity!) --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Rectum]''// You surge forward entering the forbidden dark depths of the Creepy Girl's rectum. Swiftly, the hole clamps down just behind you, sealing off ninety percent of the light within your new chamber. Despite the lack of light, you can still barely make out the dark hued red of her anal walls. They are slick with a coating of rectal slime, causing you to slide about easily in the cramped interior. There is very little room to stand, and for the most part you opt to crawl on all fours inside the tight tunnel. Inside, the air is stifling and hot. The earthy tones that you noticed earlier are now mostly replaced with a sickening scent of ass. Deeper down the rectum, there is a tight bend that leads farther into her bowels. Attempting to take in a breath of air, you find it nearly impossible to survive in these conditions for long. Slowly, you collect yourself to assess your surroundings. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f1ec37b65bb34863b7debec0f15d3535~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:#745e49)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Anal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The anal walls are slimy in some spots and more taught in others. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same earthy tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder, recalling that each and every day this very chamber passes an enormous load of waste to be expelled past the very same hole that you just ENTERED. As if reading your thoughts, you hear a deep bellowing vibration from far above. ##(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:,"blur")["Ugh, gotta take a shit after I find my glasses, fuck where are they?"]] It appears you better hurry before you become part of that bowel movement.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the narrow fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the slicker and grimier the floor and walls become. The ichor even takes on a tanner tone. As you round the bend, you are halted in your tracks by an immovable object. Before you, a massive wall of tacky brown mud blocks your way. The mass is cracked and dappled with fissures. You also notice a tiny speck of white hidden within the log. Is that a SKULL?! You shudder in fear of the implications.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from inside it's futile...]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:30s)[Eventually, the air within your lungs begins to become entirely replaced with the Creepy Girl's own anal air. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter as you drift into (text-colour:#745e49)[[[blackness.|Agatha Toilet Scene]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Vagina]''// Pulling apart the fleshy curtains of the Creepy Girl's labia minora, you reveal once more the rhythmic tunnel of pulsating flesh. The folds of her skin are velvety smooth and slick with natural lubrication. This proves somewhat difficult to find a foothold into the slimy passage, yet with a firm pull, you hoist yourself inwards. Behind you, the elastic folds close in on themselves once more to resume their respectively taught position. A dim stream of light permeates into the canal, allowing you to take in a limited view of her vagina. A sudden assault of musky air fills your nostrils. The oxygen in here is limited, causing your head to spin in a mixture of delusion and passion. The floor is slick beneath your feet, with the ceiling of your world, a ridged circular dome, around 6 feet away from the top of your head. There is a decent amount of space to walk, yet the walls are merely an arms width away on either side. Farther in the distance, a donut shaped sphincter denotes the entrance to the girl's womb. Behind you, the vaginal lips are entirely sealed, and any attempt to open them back up proves futile. Hazily, you try and remember your original purpose of entering this forbidden chamber in the first place... Drearily, as the heady fumes dull your senses, you explore your surroundings. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4dec5a5651384acab2b8f9bea258e4b4~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:magenta)[[[Caress Walls]<c1| [Approach Cervix]<c2|] [Stimulate Vaginal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The slick vaginal walls leave behind a sticky residue on your palms. ##(text-style:"sway","blur")[(text-colour:#675b70)["[MMMMM....!"]] ] It seems as though your actions don't go unnoticed.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The donut shaped sphincter twitches as you approach. Even at your current scale, the opening is impossibly small. There's no way you're fitting in there.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the lips open, but from inside it's futile...]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:30s)[Eventually, the air within your lungs begins to become entirely replaced with the Creepy Girl's own vaginal air. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter as you drift into [[blackness.|Agatha Toilet Scene Vagina]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''// After a moment of being rearranged, adjusted and thus ultimately moved from your previous surroundings by the girl’s titanic fingers, you now find yourself hoisted and confronted with the Creepy Girl face to face. Her pale smooth features, augmented by a generous amount of black and purple eyeliner, lip gloss and blush, give the Creepy Girl a truly gothic aesthetic. A septum piercing with a tiny skull at its center rests snug against her upper lip, as her thin lips spread to reveal a set of white pointy teeth. Of all her accessories, one main piece catches your eye that now makes you second guess your confident approach. Nestled as a choker along her thin neck is a small pendant, fashioned in the shape of a cage. You notice, the door to the tiny cage is open and the interior vacant. You hope that you made the right decision... A rush of muggy air blows past you as the thin lips part as the Creepy Girl begins to speak, (text-colour:#675b70)["Logan! I told you many times not to run off like that!"] The giantess scolds you while squinting, lavender eyes inspecting your form. It seems like she has you mistaken for another tiny. Her disposition changes instantly now that she knows she has her toy once more. (text-colour:#675b70)["Well, its ok now, I guess. Still, I wish you found my glasses like I had asked you. If you hadn’t knocked them off my head in the first place we could have entered the party by now! Either way, I'll still need to punish you by giving you a time out!"] The girl’s eyes widen as her open smile spreads even wider, almost maniacally so. Is she drooling? The crazed unfocused eyes flick about analyzing your bound form, objectifying you like a piece of meat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4d1d7d98418844b59599ef9ba2be5de8~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Not wanting to be held against your will, you can protest and [[explain|Mistaken Identity1]] to the Creepy Girl that you are not Logan. Or you can [[play along|Mistaken Identity]] with the bit, maybe being Logan can have its perks! Alternatively, you can attempt to (text-colour:orange)[ [[bite her finger|Bite Reprucusions]]] and make a break for it. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] (if: $glasses is true)[Lastly, you can give the Creepy Girl the glasses you found earlier. (text-colour:cyan)[[[Give Glasses|True Introduction]]] (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''// Swiftly, you are grabbed by the Alt Girl and brought upwards towards her face. Your world spins about as you are hoisted from your previous position. The tight grip of the Alt Girl begins to loosen, eventually filling your prison with light. Before you, a set of unamused hazel eyes stare down at your tiny form. The face of the Alt Girl is round and petite, adorned with a lip ring and pencil thin eyebrows. Thin lines of makeup run across her eyes, giving her gaze an almost cat-like expression. The toothpick shifts around in her mouth from one side to the other. You notice a small gleam of light past her thin blue painted lips. A tongue piercing. The Alt Girl snorts in disgust as you catch a glimpse of that tiny ball along her tongue as she begins to talk. (text-colour:blue)["Sheesh, Ms. Meduna did tell me tiny’s would be sneaking about, but not tiny PERVS. I guess that's why they installed tiny trip lasers all over the place, for folks like you."] She tosses her hair back in slight annoyance. The Alt Girl then smiles coyly, sharp incisors gleaming as she notices your surprise. (text-colour:blue)["Oh ya, would be careful where you run."] Her lips form a thin line, the hazel eyes glare down at you like a cat sizing up its prey. (text-colour:blue)["I take it you want into the Gala eh? Welp, do me a favor and MAYBE I'll let you in."] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9c03eddef05440588a2c1396296b9012~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:green)[[ Ask about Ms. Meduna]<c1|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:blue)["Oh? You didn't know? All three headmistresses are here tonight along with the dean herself Ms. Meadows. Better be on your best behavior.”] You recall the statues from earlier, could those be depictions of your other headmistresses?]] [[Continue|favor2.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[A Kind Discovery]''// (set: $GreenBand to true) The palm begins to unfurl and before you, the gleaming eyes of the Alt Girl stare back at you curiously. You stare back at her, navy blue hair casting a shadow over one of her eyes. The face of the Alt Girl is round and petite, adorned with a lip ring and pencil thin eyebrows. Thin lines of makeup run across her eyes, giving her gaze an almost cat like expression. The toothpick shifts around in her mouth from one side to the other. You notice a small gleam of light past her thin glossy lips. A tongue piercing. She smiles widely as she begins to speak. (text-colour:blue)["Aha, a tiny Pipsqueak! You're the little thing responsible for helping me out, aren't you?"] You shrug sheepishly. (text-colour:blue)["Don't be so coy now! Name's Beth by the way. I usually gotta deal with little creeps running around here all the time, Ms. Meduna said lots of you were around tonight at the Gala."] The Girl looks annoyed off to the side. (text-colour:blue)["Either way, entering the Gala won’t do you any good without a bronze bracelet." ] You recall the green bracelet wrapped around your wrist. (text-colour:blue)["Ya that won’t do you any good. If any of the patrons catch you running around inside without a bronze bracelet on, then you'll need to do them some favors, lest they report you to the mistresses, or worse..."] You shudder, no one told you at all that you would need further certification to enter the gala. What kind of event was this really? (text-colour:blue)["Still, you at least have a green bracelet, which means you would be able to enter the premises safely without all sorts of bells and whistles going off. It's a very exclusive and private event after all. I simply came out here for a smoke but, turns out-"] Beth rummages through her pockets to reveal a crumpled pack of cigarettes. (text-colour:blue)["All out."] Beth peers over towards the bushes out front, trying to lock onto the Creepy Girl you saw from earlier. (text-colour:blue)["Hmm, seems Agatha finally found her glasses, she can get a bit loopy without them. Sorry, I'm rambling now, the clientele isn’t really my style, I'm just here for my diploma. Say what, you were so nice to me earlier, want the extra bronze bracelet I got? That or you can try and see how long you last with just the green one." ]Beth then places you on the ground. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_770c72a0a8f345e083e0988020808c0e~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Accept Beth's offer and take the [[bronze bracelet.]] [[Head inside|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]] with just the green bracelet.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// After some swaying, you’re able to convince the group to head directly towards the base of Mistress Monrose’s stool. From there, a group of your scale should be able to get her attention with relative ease. The cautious girl grumbles in uncertainty, yet carries along nonetheless. Prepared, you all leave the relative safety beneath the vacant stool and head south, staying close to the base of the bar. Thankfully, there are no large patrons between you all and the Mistress. Eventually, you make it to the space just before Mistress Monrose’s stool. Here, you can make out her massive red heels and stocking clad brown legs. Her left foot dangles up high, crossed over her right thigh. The right foot stabilizes her on the ground below, idly tapping with the cool rhythm of the ambient jazz. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b5c471d2187c49cc8a2592c035574c28~mv2.png"> --- The group waits, uncertain about their next course of action. [[Shout All Together]] – With the group hollering in unison, the noise would be loud enough to get Mistress Monrose’s attention from above. [[Approach her Foot]] – You’re still too far away to get her attention. You believe you’ll need to climb up higher.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Bodyguard - Breasts]''// A generous wall of creamy white flesh, a divide that is supple and dotted with perspiration. The bodyguard’s cleavage, those pillowy orbs, offer an entrance into a damp dark world. Uncaring of the consequences, you slip yourself into the sweaty divide. (text-style:"buoy")[SCHLOOP!] With relative ease, you slide into the greasy pit. Suddenly, you are surprised by how smoothly you move through the wedge of slick skin. You find yourself slipping downwards at a rapid pace before settling underneath the swell of her left breast. Your sight is dominated by pliant cream-colored flesh. You’re stuck. Not that that matters to you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5ee5b582dd1b4f03a75245fe00f40d09~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Caress Flesh]<c1| [Lick Breasts]<c2|]] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The slick sweaty orbs are smooth and slippery. Free of blemishes altogether. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"sway","blur")["[Hmm?"] ]] The Bodyguard shifts briefly, readjusting her breasts. Your sweaty chamber jumbles about.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You run your tongue across the smooth damp skin. An explosion of salt fills your mouth in an instant. The Bodyguard must be quite parched if her body is producing such concentrated secretions. ]] --- [[Shimmy Upwards]] – You can get closer to her nipple.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''//(set: $guile to $guile - 1 ) You saw how the other girls in the Lounge reacted to Agatha earlier. You play into this insecurity, using her self-consciousness as a weapon against her psyche. Then, you proceed to butter her up with compliments. Soon, the sadistic goth’s expression changes from that of anger to confusion, not yet fully convinced. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ehh, what do you mean you find me more attractive than those conventional bitches from earlier?”] Agatha leans back in her seat slightly, her rounded tummy exposed beneath the tabletop. The two of you glance down at her rounded gut. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You think THIS is attractive?”] Aggressively, the woman grabs her pudge with a free hand. (text-colour:#675b70)[“There’s no way you think this is hot.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c645906486414de1900a44b44d3ca7ab~mv2.png"> --- [[Sweeten with Kindness]] – Let Agatha know you like woman of all sizes. [[Praise with Worship]] – Tell Agatha her form is akin to an ancient goddess. Full bodied with regal beauty. [[Coerce with Sadism]] – Admit to Agatha that her form is truly humbling. State that dominant woman like her deserve to consume lesser beings. Her pudge is merely a testament to that notion. --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Dodge!]''// As much as you love your current view, you would rather remain alive to continue experiencing such views. You swiftly dodge out of the way of the careening rear. ##(text-style:"bold","rumble")[THUMP!] You gasp, having just reached the end of her butt. From here, you notice that the skirt before you is entirely climbable. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You could [[climb upwards|Panty Rear]] and into the back of her panties from this angle. Or you can return to the [[bushes.|Bushes]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''// You narrowly dodge Agatha’s grasping hands. She lunges, grabbing onto thin air and skidding flat onto her stomach. (text-colour:#675b70)[Ooof!] (text-colour:#675b70)[“Tsk! Quick little thing!”] She growls reorienting herself. To your west, Margo’s lumbering footsteps vibrate the plush carpet beneath you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Aha, can’t outrun me you tiny little snack. Haaaam!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_497cbc1dbfae41e28eafa980c75c05a7~mv2.png"> --- Margo jumps directly in front of you, blocking your direct path forwards. Her massive legs eclipse you on either side. Agatha is still to your east. Margo’s dripping open maw opens wide as she leans down to snatch you up in her outstretched hand. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Run Forwards]] [[Dodge West|Margo OV]] [[Dodge East|Agatha Event]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo OV]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Sprint2]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''// You’d rather not test your luck here and instead jump out of the way of the crushing molars. Landing onto the tongue, you stare back, the teeth crushing down where you once were. Panting, you stare about your chamber. Trapped now in Margo’s maw, it soon becomes painfully clear that the only exit from this place is through the hole behind you, her throat. Your assumptions are made clear, as an ominous growl echoes up from the depths below. ##(text-style:"sway")[''GRRRMMMM…''] Margo doesn’t even bother speaking, which would potentially give you a chance to escape through parting teeth. Instead, having sensed your failure, the bodyguard’s tongue presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom. ##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!''] Swallowed. ##(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ] The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!''] Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism. You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape. ##(text-style:"blur")["I have no sympathy for cowards. Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”] The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you. [[Continue|Margo Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// Quickly, you react by jumping out of the way of Gilly’s sudden unconscious reflexes. Thankfully, the hand is not looking to snag you, and instead scratches the spot where you had recently irritated. Phew! --- [[Return to Gilly’s Face|Approach Gilly’s face]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1]''// You head towards door #1. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments. --- Within this changing room, you notice an individual’s belongings scattered about amongst the storage haphazardly. Obviously, whoever uses this changeroom is not very tidy. You can head(text-colour:#745e49)[ [[East|Toilets1]] ]to the Gilded Toilets Or you can go [[North|Cubbies1]] to the cubbies. You can also go [[West|Hooks1]] to the hooks and minifridge. Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2]''// You head towards door #2. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments. --- Within this changing room, you notice a mostly vacant interior. A coat is hung up on the hooks and 1 of the cubbies is closed. You can head [[East|Toilets2]] to the Gilded Toilets Or you can go [[North|Cubbies2]] to the cubbies. You can also go [[West|Hooks2]] to the hooks and minifridge. Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3]''// You head towards door #3. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments. --- This room is almost entirely empty. The only thing that seems to stand out is that one cubie houses a pair of military like boots. The minifridge is also slightly ajar. You can head [[East|Toilets3]] to the Gilded Toilets Or you can go [[North|Cubbies3]] to the cubbies. You can also go [[West|Hooks3]] to the hooks and minifridge. Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4]''// You head towards door #4. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments. --- Within this room you notice a black duffel bag in the center cubie and the right most cubie is locked. The left cubie is open and vacant. Additionally, there is something red in the minifridge. You can head [[East|Toilets4]] to the Gilded Toilets Or you can go [[North|Cubbies4]] to the cubbies. You can also go [[West|Hooks4]] to the hooks and minifridge. Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #5]''// You head towards door #5. Creeping underneath the framing, you enter a space that is quite expansive for a simple changing room. In the eastern corner, a gilded toilet is set behind a thin wall of frosted glass, an accompanying bidet and sink are adjacent. Along the north wall, a series of cubbies with electronic dial locks sit below a long bench. To the west, a set of hooks line the wall. Below them, a small glass doored minifridge houses simple refreshments. --- This room has few belongings in it. Seems as though someone just changed in here to go for a swim. Each cubie is open. There is a smattering of clothes neatly folded in the left most cubie. You can head [[East|Toilets5]] to the Gilded Toilets Or you can go [[North|Cubbies5]] to the cubbies. You can also go [[West|Hooks5]] to the hooks and minifridge. Lastly, you can [[go back|Changerooms]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #6]''// You head towards door #6. Interestingly, there is a makeshift plastic tread taped and fitted to the base of this door. Atop the middle of this tread is a tiny sign. You read it, (text-colour:#ee6dea)[//No Minimized students allowed! Stay back you little creeps! >_< -Suki (Saucier Chef) <3// ] --- Seems like you wont be getting in there for the time being. You can [[go back|Changerooms]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide to remain still and instead draw air from the bubble as it passes by you. This should give you enough sustaining breath to continue your trek to freedom. Slowly, the murky bubble passes by you. Thankfully, it does not pop, as you opt to remain still. The sticky exterior of the pocket of gas begins to slide past your feet, then aligns with your body fully. It’s just about as long as you are tall. The gas inside is murky, tinged with what looks to be acidic vapors. Whether this is the consistency of the bubble or the blurriness in your vision from the lack of fresh air, you cannot tell. Either way, you’ll need to decide what to do, because you’re going to pass out soon! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9e2e48521394429aa184e544a979a466~mv2.png"> --- [[Draw a Breath from the Bubble]] – You need air now! You’ll then continue after getting a breath. [[Enter the Bubble Carefully]] – It may pop, but maybe you could ride it out?

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// Carefully, with what limited air remains in your lungs, you press your mouth fully into the surging burp. You begin to breathe. Pain, tightness, it stings! The air is not air, but instead gaseous digestive vapors. Horrifyingly, the bubble passes by you. Reaching a hand out towards it, freedom leaves you behind as the esophagus clamps shut against your body. You vision goes hazy, are you going to die here, is this it…? Darkness. Black. --- [[Continue|Gillys Stomach2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Hall Fountain]''// You dip your mouth down into the opaque fluid. Gathering a gulp in your maw, you slurp down a healthy portion of the, unfortunately, mediocre merlot. What did you expect? It’s fountain wine after all. You can’t bear to stomach anymore of the bland taste and decide to exit the pool. After drying off and re dressing, you head back towards the Lounge Entrance. --- [[Continue|Lounge Entrance]]

(set: $EastHallNew to false) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Entrance Foyer]''// Stepping underneath the doorframe, you come into the wide-open space of the manor's Eastern Hall. Alongside the baseboards is a small channel carved out, serving as protection for any minimized students traversing throughout the mansion. You stick to this area predominantly as you scope out the surroundings. The Eastern Hall is lavish and grand, just like the rest of the manor. High above, the ceiling is domed with glass, allowing for a generous amount of natural afternoon light to shine through. The walls are adorned with intricately carved wainscoting. A saga like tale is etched into the wood, portraying a mythical story throughout the piece. Below, the paisley red carpet is densely woven; a serpent's tail starts on the West end of the hall closest to the foyer while the head reaches out, fangs bared, towards the ballroom entrance at the East end. Half way through the hall is a frosted glass door with a wooden sign to its side marked 'Woman's Changeroom.' Lastly, set only a couple feet to the left of the Changeroom door is a small cast iron vent set into the wall. Throughout the midst of the hall, students busy about, some chatting while others are set with a determined look in their eyes. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6e9e50525e8d45d38e45a16dbef81065~mv2.png"> --- (if: $FreshLobby is true)[You can go west to the [[Entrance Foyer|Continue.]](set: $FreshLobby to false)](else:)[You can go west to the [[Entrance Foyer]]] You can go east to the [[Ballroom Entrance]] You can go north to the [[Woman's Changeroom]] You can also (text-colour:green)[[inspect the Saga]] on the wainscoting. Lastly, you can inspect the [[Cast Iron Vent]]

After a tumultuous journey through the narrow tunnels and venting of the Manor’s interior, Gilly finally relieves you from your containment, dries you off with a quick wipe of your form along her leotard and then places you just outside of the East Hall’s grate. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Be safe Morsel, call for Gilly if you need Gilly!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_88ab7ab843154bca8baf827e6f151d2f~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|East Hall]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab]''// You head over towards the storage along the wall to see what Gilly is up to. Crouched on all fours, the girl scampers about the pile of boxes, sniffing between the small spaces periodically. As you approach, her ears perk up, sensing your movements. She turns around, bright orange eyes wide in excitement. A toothy grin is painted across her face with her thick crimson tongue visible between her parted smile. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel! Come come! There is something tasty here. Gilly needs you to help!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c51c6e314a5647e1affd31e759fd0ca1~mv2.png"> --- You hesitate for a moment. Assisting Gilly with a task could be beneficial, as staying on her good side could help you out in the long run. Or you could continue to play it safe and not engage with this feral girl. --- [[Approach the boxes]] to see what Gilly is fussing about. [[Return to the Center of the Lab|Lab Exploration]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''//(set: $Gillytrust to true) You emerge from the divide between the boxes, only to be immediately greeted by the resting green chin and lips of Gilly. Her chapped lips curl up into a smug smile as her large nostrils flare up above. A rush of wind threatens to pull you upwards into her nasal cavity as she takes in your scent fully, like an animal sniffing its prey. ##(text-style:"buoy")[SNNFFFFF!] (text-colour:#6f956f)[“HAH! Morsel has the tasty. Gimme!” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ab2a1653e9e842d1a1c00179ea594792~mv2.png"> --- You hesitate, knowing that the cheese you found is not fit for human consumption. Is Gilly even human? What kind of person would even find this sort of thing delectable? Nevertheless, you know that by giving her this piece of moldy cheese would at the very least upset her stomach. --- (if: $Chaos is >=4)[Can't hurt. [[Give Gilly the Cheese]]](else:)[You cant bring yourself to give her the moldy cheese. ((text-colour:orange)[(Requires +4 Chaos)]] [[Lie and say you didn’t find anything]] (if: $Grace is >=4)[You can [[Try and explain to Gilly that the cheese you found will harm her]]](else:)[Not really worth your time in trying to explain to her about the cheese. ((text-colour:cyan)[Requires +4 Grace])]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab]''// A heap of old boxes, plastic, and cardboard, store a series of random items. Condensation has marred the materials over time, turning this section of the wall into a mass of forgotten items. You can make out a divide between the boxes that is potentially worth exploring. --- [[Enter the Divide|into the divide2]] [[Go back|Lab Exploration2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: TROUBLE]''// With your own stomach empty, you decide to bite through this final gummy. Diligently you get to work tearing away chunks of candy. Beneath, the slurping sounds of Gilly’s wet maw get ever louder. You can feel her breath against your feet, droplets of her saliva condensing on your lower half. The sweet-sour haze of her exhalations envelope you in a miasma of her inner world. Your head spins due to the carbon dioxide of Gilly’s breath replacing much of the oxygen around you. Then, thankfully, enough of the gummy is eaten away. A loose half of the candy then comes free, plummeting below. Down past you the gummy falls directly into Gilly’s mouth. Her eyes go wide in surprise, not expecting another candy before nomming on you. It surges directly past her tongue just as the Gremlin Girl gasps in surprise. #(text-style:"sway")[AH!? ACK! ] Immediately she begins to hack and cough, the gummy having gone down her windpipe. Then, the sounds of coughing cease entirely as Gilly begins to choke! What will you do? --- [[Climb Up|Gilly Bad Victory]] – While she’s chocking you could climb up to victory. [[Slide Down|Gilly Chocking]] – Gilly is chocking, you need to help her.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Consumed]''// You opt to try and eat the second gummy. Unfortunately, you’re too full to make much of a dent. There’s no getting past this thing. Your fingers fiddle with the candy before you are distracted by a sudden warmth beneath you. #(text-style:"blink")[OMPH!] Your eyes bulge in surprise as you feel your lower half compressed by plush pink lips. Staring back, your waist is completely engulfed by Gilly’s mouth. Her slathering tongue meanders against your legs and nethers, not an entirely bad feeling if the circumstances were different. With her mouth full of YOU Gilly speaks around your body. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mowfel too swoww!” HmmHmm!]] The vibrations of her voice send tickling sensations across your body. Her damp saliva begins to drench the sticky rope. Even if you could pull free of her lip’s grip, there’s no way you could keep climbing along the length of soaked string. You’ve been caught. With a quick sucking slip, you’re drawn into Gilly’s mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PHWIP!] [[Continue|Gilly Inside Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// You opt to try and eat the Gummy. It’s a difficult task but not impossible. Chomping away at pieces of the sticky grape flavored candy is proving to work in your favor. Eventually, you’re stuffed but the fragmented piece is now easily passable. From below, Gilly pouts and calls out angrily. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hey! Sweet sweets are for Gilly not Morsel!”] She harumphs before hastening her pace, slurping up more of the gummies below. Now standing on what’s left of Gummy number 2, you stare up at the final candy above. This one rests just beneath Gilly’s middle finger. It’s snug against the under pad of her digit, so wiggling past might prove difficult. You could also try loosening this one. Lastly, you can attempt to eat your way through the final Gummy, but you are fairly full though. Your gaze drifts downwards, a cold tingle of adrenaline rising up your spine as you bear witness to NO other gummies below you. Gilly’s messy gummy filled maw chomps open and closed, bits of purple masticated candy mingling in her teeth and gums. She already ate the bottom two. She closes her mouth and shuts her eyes tight before a resounding meaty gulp echoes out. #(text-style:"blink")[GALUP! AHHH!] Her breath wafts up from below, smelling of a sweet-sour mix between candy and saliva. Fragments of gummy still remain but are mostly gone. Far to the back of her mouth, the candy string is drawn taught. The end is nowhere in sight, yet the string still pulls against you. Theres a firm jerk every couple of seconds as the peristalsis of her throat ushers down the bits of gummy alongside the bottom length of string. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_131e31c26d194ea8b1afcb5b4c53a9da~mv2.png"> --- You need to keep going. The final gummy stands between you and victory. [[Climb Down|Gilly Candy Mouth2]] --- Climbing up, you can do the following. [[Climb Around the Gummy|Around Gummy2]] [[Unti the Gummy|Unti Gummy2]] [[Eat the Gummy|Eat Gummy2FAIL]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Snack Time]''// You are immediately hoisted by the fingers from your previous position and brought face to face with the Creepy Girl. Up close, her features are magnified to an incredible degree. Lavendar shaded eyes blearily inspect your form. Small traces of bloodshot red course through the whites of her eyes. Stray frazzled raven hairs cascade down the sides of her face. Her cute button nose flares widely, as if taking in the scent of a potential meal. Lower, you gaze at the thin cracked red lips of your captor. They part briefly as a serpentine tongue darts out swiftly to moisten the entrance of her maw. The lips stay parted as a toothy sharp grin widens the expanse of her mouth. Rows of jagged teeth line the interior of the Creepy Girls inner world. The tongue dances about within the interior, snapping columns of white spittle that flatten into pools of burbling slime lower in her jaw. Saliva continues to build up and is slowly ushered back towards a dark ominous pit. Her throat. A dancing ball of flesh, waggles delicately over the impending hole, guarded by her prominent tonsils. The tongue lifts to the roof of her ridged mouth for a brief moment, before the archway at the back of her throat flexes. ##(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!] The small puddle of spit is now gone... (text-colour:#675b70)["Tinies who are naughty and disobey orders are sentenced to punishment within the dark dungeons of my maw! There is no escape! AHAHAHA!"] With each laugh, hot stagnant air washes over your form, covering you in sticky spittle and condensation. The Creepy Girl gives you no time to respond before you are placed down upon the massive tongue. You stare back behind you, a sudden CLACK ushers out as her teeth close sharply, sealing off your exit... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fb79e101ffa84acbae0f03d8fe6afb3f~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [[Continue|Agatha Maw]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Chaotic Drinks]''//(set: $MargoDrunk to 1)(set: $Cherry to true)(set: $MQuest to 4)(set: $BQuest to 10) You gently pop open the amethyst stopper of the dropper. With a tiny ‘plip’ the gem comes free, releasing an eye watering wave of concentrated ethanol like fumes. Yeesh, this stuff is powerful! Reaching up beyond the lip of the beer mug, you administer a couple of drops, unnoticeable for anyone larger than a minimized student. Leaping down from the can, a swirl of black intermixes with the golden suds through the clear beer mug. Hiding behind the can, you observe as Margo reaches for her mug once more to take another sip. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Glp Glp Glp. ] Her toned traps flex with each conservative swallow of beer while her relatively thin pale neck bobs up and down. Suddenly, the Bodyguard’s eyes begin to list. She glances towards the mug of beer in a stupor. The Black Cat Brew works fast. Slurred words fill the air as Margo begins to talk to herself, nay the beer! (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Weeoah! This is…HIC…is some TOUGH STUFF! Ahhhhhh!”] Lolling out her tongue, Margo upends the rest of the beer into her greedy maw, down to the very last drop before slamming it down onto the bar top. #(text-colour:#de4a4a)["PAH! GOOD STUFF! HEY LITTLE BARKEEP, FILL ER UP WITH ANOTHER ONE EH?!"] She’s completely wasted. Damn that was quick. With Margo dealt with you can now confidently peruse this area with little worry. There’s no way she’ll notice you now with her vision most definitely obscured by her drunken stupor. With ease, you collect some spare (text-colour:yellow)[cherries] heaped in a bowl off to the side and go on your merry way. --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Become One]''// #(text-style:"shudder")[SHHLURCK!] You press your body into the opening towards Gilly’s deepest recesses. The smoothness of the pyloric valve brushes against your face, abdomen and groin. It’s invigorating. Slowly, gently, the valve closes against you along with a healthy deluge of stomach contents. The sphincter almost chews upon your body, undulating against your rigid form, almost as if judging if you, as food, are ready to be passed deeper into Gilly’s intestine. Yet, you’ve made your choice, and assist the Gremlin Girl’s body in its decision making. Pushing off against the ground of the stomach lining behind you and using your arms to pull yourself forwards, you fully slip into Gilly’s duodenum. There is no air in here, you cannot breathe. The high of the low oxygen environment causes your head to spin. The valve behind you is shut very tight. There’s no leaving this place. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d625d7c219084cf18f7400113a480842~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Touch the Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Relax]<c2|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You tenderly caress the walls. The beginning of Gilly’s intestines, the duodenum, is a tight and imposing place. Yet, the walls are smoother than anything you have ever felt. Small divots form in the walls. You stare at one such place. ] ##(text-style:,"blur")[SKLORP!] A thick greasy yellowish fluid squirts out from one of the divots, coating your hand. The fluid stings. This is how you will be digested.] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Closing your eyes, you recline in the tight confines of Gilly’s inner world. Around you, the cacophonous groans of her intestines rumble about, lulling you into a stupor. As if sensing your impending doom, the Gremlin Girls body, the walls of the duodenum, close about you in a tender embrace.]] --- (after:45s)[Eventually, your air runs out. You are spared the grisly, painful fate of digestion, and thankfully, your last memories are that of pleasure before succumbing to suffocation. Deep ominous gurgles usher out from below. Without her even knowing, Gilly will end up processing your entire form with her efficient and busy digestive system. Your last remaining semblance of self merely a mass of waste that would be vacated from her asshole the next morning. Quietly, a small burble of gas would slip out of Gilly’s backside during her brief rest between tunnel digging. Frip!] --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #3: Boots]''// Your desires end up getting the best of you. Enticed by the heady aroma from down below, you can’t help but leap off of the edge of the boot into the damp darkness. Sliding down the slope of the boot’s heel, you come to a gradual stop as a damp plush surface meets your rear. Slowly, your eyes begin to adjust to the dim environment. The interior of the military boot is mostly empty, save for some clumps of dust lingering near the tip of the shoe. Gazing upwards, the vast stretch towards the top of the boot is far out of reach. You would need some sort of climbing gear to get back out. Now, you have nothing but time, may as well explore. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Environment]<c1| [Lick the Sole]<c2|] [Inspect Dust]<c3|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The sour scent of damp foot odor fills your nostrils. Notes of leather intermingle with the smells. The boot is fairly large, whoever wears them obviously has a large foot that produces a lot of sweat.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Curiosity gets the better of you, as your gingerly lick the fabric of the shoes sole. Moisture is drawn from your tongue and replaced with the grittiness of the sole’s fibers with a slight tinge of saltiness from the taste of the woman’s lingering perspiration.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You search amongst the piles of dust and lint at the far end of the shoe. Nothing much to find. The dust is damp with the sweat that surrounds the inner world of the boot. ]] --- (after:20s) [You hear the sound of a door opening then closing...] (after:25s) [Someone is shuffling about, you catch glimpses of shadow briefly crossing the opening of the boot...] (after:35s) [Suddenly, a large dark foot eclipses the opening of the boot. [[Continue|Margo Foot Squish]]]

Your hands confidently touch the rubbery ring of Mistress Monrose’s anus. The skin is taught yet malleable, slickened with her own juices and something oilier as well. The air is tinged with her acrid scent, a spicy combination of smokey brimstone and more sulphury tones. Wasting no more time, you pull your body inwards into hers. Your torso and legs pass by the fleshy ring, and then with a mind of its own, Monrose’s fleshy sphincter closes behind you with a squelch. You no longer exist in the outer world, but instead dwell within the inner depths of Monrose’s colon. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e0e60e71dfda4ee48d544c08b358427a~mv2.png"> --- Around you, the darkness is illuminated by a barely perceivable red hued glow. The ring-like structures of her colon are immense and ribbed, pulsing eerily. Behind you, the flesh coalesces into a tight knot. There’s no going back now. Firey hot oils drip down from above, one droplet landing upon your shoulder. The sticky substance burns HOT singing your skin with molten heat. You wince from the pain, suddenly your consciousness crystallizes. What are you doing? Why are you inside of her colon? To rescue someone or to please your goddess? --- [[You’re here to rescue that Girl Laura!]] – You remember now, finding her will grant you a silver band piece. [[Monrose is your world]] – You are her slave.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Creepy Girl's Shoe]''// Steadying yourself, you choose the correct time to lunge forward and grapple a stray lace. The hardened dirt matts your hands in filth as you begin to climb. For a moment, the sneakers begin to move once more, and you fear that you may be dislodged from your perch. Sensing this, you surge past the lip of the sneaker and lodge yourself deep within the recesses of the battered shoe. A waft of musty sour air fills your senses, no doubt originating from the hole filled sock that presses against you. Damp fibers cling to your skin, your body slowly becoming saturated in her sweaty foot musk. (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Feet]<c1| [Lick Feet]<c2|] [Inspect Feet]<c3|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The sour scent of foot odor fills your nostrils. It's obvious this girl does not wash her feet often.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Curiosity gets the better of you, as your gingerly lick the fabric of her black socks. Moisture is drawn from your tongue and replaced with the grittiness of the sock’s fibers with a slight tinge of saltiness from the taste of the girl's perspiration.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You begin to second guess this method of gaining the Creepy Girls attention. Light from the top lip of the shoe is still visible, from this vantage point you could still possibly climb out. [[Climb Shoes]]. Alternatively, you could slip past one of the many holes of the sock to reach her sole. From there you could potentially get the girl's attention through various methods. You may need to search to find a way. It may, however, prove difficult to get out of that position... []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You search the socks and find a [[tiny hole|Enter Socks]] you can enter.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Creepy Girl's Sock]''// Shifting about in the muggy darkness, you find a small hole in the side of the girl’s sock, revealing pale folded flesh. You push past the hole and immediately slip down to the bottom of the sock, hastened by the slick damp skin. Here, the smell is near unbearable, and at this point you are soaked in the Creepy Girls foot sweat. Having slid down to the bottom of the interior of the sock, the ceiling of your world is now SOLEly comprised by the wrinkled bottom of the girl's foot. Farther up, as you crane your head backwards, five drum sized toes wiggle about. Stuffed between their folds you notice bits of black lint. You shudder. (text-colour:magenta)[[[Inspect Lint]<c1| [Lick Feet]<c2|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You reach out for a piece of the dark matted fibers. The material is plush and damp, smelling deeply of the Creepy Girl's cheesy foot odor.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Unable to resist your temptations, you caress the base of the girl's foot with your extended tongue. An explosion of intense flavor fills your mouth, a horrid mix of sour body odor and salty sweat.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite the odor, you may be inclined to indulge in the space you now find yourself in. The greasy folds look tempting, maybe you could reach out and [[tickle|Indulge Foot Fetish]] her sole. That would surely get her attention. Alternatively, the situation may have become too much to handle, and you can [[struggle|Struggle]] about to free yourself.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You know that the gas inside that bubble must be fetid. Trying to breathe from it would do you no good. Instead, you decide to ride the burp out. Carefully, you slip a gentle hand towards the bubble, gauging its strength, before your fingers pass through without popping it! Carefully, with what limited air remains in your lungs, you pass fully into the surging burp. Floating in the murky orb, you cannot help but breathe. Pain, tightness, it stings! The air is not air, but instead gaseous digestive vapors. You vision goes hazy, are you going to die here, is this it…? Darkness. Black. #(text-style:"rumble")[UUURRAAP!] (text-style:"buoy")[Splsh…] You are awakened by a sudden impact. You’re lying on cool damp ground. Around you, a dribbling puddle of fresh semi cold saliva pools about your body. In front of you is Gilly’s massive sleeping face. Drawing in a gasping breath muggy albeit oxygenated air, you stand shakily. You survived…barely. --- [[Continue|Approach Gilly’s face]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// (if: $GillyTravel is true)[You pass through the small slits in the cast iron grate. Within, the interior is dark and musty. Past the outer plaster layers, the vent gives way to a cramped (for non tinies) stoney tunnel. --- From here you can [[Call out for Gilly]] Or [[go back|Cast Iron Vent]] Lastly, you can explore the [[Western Tunnels|Tunnels A]] ](else:) [You pass through the small slits in the cast iron grate. Within, the interior is dark and musty. Past the outer plaster layers, the vent gives way to a cramped (for non tinies) stoney tunnel. A cold ominous waft of dank air billows past you. Gazing into the dark ambience in front of you, hesitation begins to fill your senses. The stone tunnel leads into complete inky blackness. Without a light source, traversing ahead will be quite difficult. --- [[Go back|Cast Iron Vent]] Continue, [[into the darkness]]...]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lounge]''//(set: $FreshLounge to false) Light drumming somewhere off in a corner. The cool sounds of synthy piano add spice to the consistency of the drums. A jazzy sax adds soul to the melody of the piano. All three instruments join together, forming a welcoming entrance into the Lounge with an added twist of excitement and uncertainty. Then, it hits you. A vibrant voice, breathy, seductive, and distinctly Spanish, hypnotizes you into a stupor. You MUST turn your gaze towards the direction of the voice. A tall middle-aged woman clothed in a billowing purple dress stands amongst the band, singing a jazzy ballad. Indigo hair cascades downwards across her body. It journeys over her large breasts, past her wide hips and then plump belly, all stretching the dress taught revealing her motherly figure beneath. Adorned with golden jewelry and a pillowy white shawl draped across her shoulders, this woman exudes luxury but in a more relaxed fashion. Eventually, her singing comes to an end. You blink a couple of times and close your hanging jaw. Your eyes and mouth are dry, how long exactly were you staring? Regaining your composure, you watch as many others do the same. Nevertheless, the small observant crowd claps and hollers, you yourself do the same. Then, the woman bows and speaks once more into her mic. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Los adoro mis fans. Muchas gracias! I adore you, my fans. Thank you so much!”] She then walks towards the bar, sitting at one of the many stools. Behind you, the Lounge Doors begin to close. Seems like your stuck in here for the time being. You stand now amongst the drowning burble of jazz and chatter. The Lounge is a place of cool festivities and loosened ambitions. The air is thick with the scent of various perfumes alongside the intense heavy aroma of alcohol. The people here are careless and distracted. You could join in with the fun or instead capitalize on this opportunity. The choice is yours. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_babe46631ea74bd0aee2c46706dc283a~mv2.png"> --- [[Go West to the Bar|The Bar]] – To the West is a long bar filled with patrons getting their fill for the evening. (text-colour:grey)[[[Go South to the Booths|Booths Pre Intro]]] – To the South is a set of Booths where patrons chat and drink with one another. (text-colour:grey)[[[Go North to the Private Rooms|Private Rooms Pre Intro]]] – To the North is a series of curtained off rooms. At the center is a door marked “Monrose’s Gallery.”

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Enter the Pentagram]''//{(set: $MonroseA to it + 3)(set: $AgathaHungry to 3)} (set: $AgathaFavor to true) You rush into the blood red rune just as Agatha’s cracked nails brush against your spine. Then, a bright flash of red light behind you. #(text-style:"blink")[(text-colour:red)[THRUM!]] (text-colour:#675b70)[“AH FUCK! What the hell?!” ] As the blinding ruby light subsides you turn around. The pentagram shielded you from Agatha’s strike. The confused goth holds her hand tenderly against her chest, cradling the wounded appendage. A tiny slice can be seen pouring out a dollop of blood from her index finger, the same finger that tried to reach for you. She sucks on the digit tenderly, wincing at the pain. Behind you, the ever watching looming mass that is Mistress Monrose, merely chuckles. Her heavy breasts bounce alongside her massive gut with each mirthful laugh. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha, seems like you’ve finally attuned to more sinister whims little fan, ever closer to becoming a dutiful slave of mine. Embrace your devilish side and more boons shall come your way! Keep it up and you shall make an excellent slave of mine.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8c436af2868a48678a76a0d912155345~mv2.png"> --- Agatha stares back at you with jealousy, having lost a potential meal. Noticing this, Monrose flicks her head in the smaller girl’s direction. No words escape her mouth, no laugh, no command. Just a look is enough to let Agatha know that her time with you has come to an end. Under her breath Agatha merely grumbles. [[Continue|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Meadows Mansion Entrance]''// The world around you begins to shift. For first timers, passing out was a common occurrence, yet your tolerance allowed you to stay conscious through the process. The sudden headrush comes to a standstill, as you find yourself reduced down to just 2 inches...at the bottom of a series of a dozen steps to the doorway. You curse and begin to think of alternative ideas of getting up there until you notice a small series of rope ladders, scaled for tinies, off to the side of the stairs. Had Meadows Mansion hosted individuals from the BAMS sector before? You shrug, climbing up the ladder and towards the entrance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Standing beside the mahogany doors is an alternative women in her late twenties. Absently, she taps away at her phone. One half of her head is shaven whilst the other half sports straight short navy-blue hair. She wears a jean jacket and a white tank top underneath, with daisy dukes fitting her bottom. Her free hand scratches irritably at her tight shorts. Off to the side of the entrance, a shorter pale goth girl mumbles in the darkness, crawling about in the grass, seemingly searching for something. She looks frazzled and disorganized. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Approach the [[Alt Girl|Alt Door Guard]] at the entrance. Or checkout the [[Creepy Girl]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Meadows Mansion Entrance]''// Standing beside the mahogany doors is a tattooed women in her late twenties. Absently, she taps away at her phone. One half of her head is shaven whilst the other half sports straight navy-blue hair that trails down past her shoulders. She wears a jean jacket and a white tank top underneath with tight daisy dukes fitting her bottom. Her free hand scratches irritably at her tight shorts. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Approach the [[Alt Door Guard|Alt Door Guard2]] at the entrance.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Entrance Foyer]''// Warm light from the chandelier above bathes the Entrance Foyer in a crimson, orange glow. Deep brown wood adorns the walls augmented with rosy floral wallpaper. Large wooden archways lie to the west and east. The westward arch is hued a deep purple with a series of grape vines and wine glasses carved into the lavender hued wood. The eastward arch is augmented with tinges of deep green. Coiled around the arch intertwined with one another are two serpents, their fangs bared. To your north, the grand entrance staircase to the 2nd floor stands out triumphantly. It appears your fellow faculty students, those you notice off in the distance, are traversing along the baseboards. Cut out at the bottom, a small channel forms that offers a good semblance of stealth and protection. Were these made specifically for shrunken guests? Surely Mistress Meadows had thought of this in advance it seems. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_10dfd2c42d584f37b162d3471d2ebabc~mv2.png"> --- You stand amongst the crimson velvet carpet of Meadows Mansion’s entrance Foyer. //(You'll need 5 unique chromatic bands and a silver band to progress to the 2nd floor.)// You can go left to the [[West Hall|West Hall Entrance]] You can go right to the [[East Hall]] Or you can head forwards North to the [[Staircase]]

Marble. Famous statues are carved of Carrara Marble, renowned for such works of art as the Statue of David. The tone is pale, almost a grey white. This same coloration depicted the skin tone of Mistress Meadows. Few had witnessed her in person before, only certain professors at Fantasia University would be given the privilege to have meetings with the Headmistress, and even fewer students. Yet, those who had the chance always said that the dean’s physique was simply ‘otherworldly.’ But for you, the radiant beauty left you and many of the other onlookers speechless. Her hair shone brightly like platinum silver, not at all the slightest of aged grey. Her bosom was generous and full just as the statues along the entrance pathway depicted earlier. Matronly hips matched by a full and healthy abdomen gave Mistress Meadows a healthy curve to her form. Adorned across her body, bits of gold jewelry reflected off the warm light like the rays of sunshine one may witness during a mid to late evening sunset. Yet, what stood out above all other features were the Mistresses’ blood red irises. Some had presumed it was a medical condition, while others spoke of more fantastical sources to explain the crimson hued eyes. Most just assumed they were contacts. Despite this, Mistress Meadows was never witnessed without her characteristic red gaze. Slowly, but with purpose and elegance, Mistress Meadows descended the stairway. A warm smile with eyes half lidded painted across her picture-perfect face as her eyes stared down at the patrons before her. Coming to the base of the stairs next to the guard, you suddenly realized the size disparity between her and the well-muscled bodyguard. Mistress Meadows must have been at least 6 feet tall! Assuredly the red heels she wore made up for some of the height, but ultimately, she was a full head taller than the already above average statured guard. Mistress Meadows rested a tender hand upon the shoulder of the guard, nodding in approval, before reflecting upon the crowd once more. Slowly, her thin red lips parted. Her voice was calm yet authoritative, accented by a fine and formal British tone. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Welcome, my children, to my annual Gala of Accomplishment.”] The Mistress spread her arms wide. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“These next few days shall be a treat for you all. A fantastical set of events that shall determine who amongst you, my kin, shall graduate.”] There was a slight murmur amongst the crowd. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Yes. I know the details of my Gala’s events were fleeting, but rest assured that shall all come to pass now with my introduction.”] Her warm motherly smile shifted to a more serious tone. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“You see, Fantasia University has a reputation amongst our modern-day society and even the world beyond. We BIRTH the great leaders of this world. Since ages beyond many of you can even recall, Fantasia University has been on the forefront of progress. It is WE who drive forward humankind’s greats. It is WE who surge forward humanity’s science, culture, and strength. Yet, in the end, it is I who skim away the weak from the truly awe inspiring!”] Another murmur rose through the crowd, some individuals questioning the speech. Wasn’t this supposed to be a send off party for graduates? Mistress Meadows raised a single hand, commanding the crowd’s silence. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“You were each given bands to represent your faculty. For example, green bands denote the Bachelor of Advanced Microscopic Sciences.”] You look down at your band, with the dean's words, the band began to vibrate. Seems as though the device had some electronics equipped within. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Your task, in these next few days, is to acquire the bands of OTHER faculties. Your professors are here within the Manor and will provide you each with 1 additional band of your own faculty. This extra band, in addition to your original, can be given away, traded, or even forcibly taken by others.”] Eyes within the crowd began to shift about between one another. Distances began to form. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“The greatest among you will rise to the top. Success is garnered in a myriad of ways. Cooperation, wit or even betrayal. We at Fantasia do not discriminate as to how one may achieve their definition of success.”] (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“My most loyal mistresses will also give out metallic bands to allow students to progress to the various upper floors of the Manor. Entering a floor without one of these bands will have dire consequences. In summary, you will need ''5 uniquely colored bands'' in addition to a ''silver band'' to progress to the 2nd floor. The FIRST, and yes only 1, student from each faculty who reaches me at the top tower will be given their diploma.”] Mistress Meadows once more smiled warmly at the crowd. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“My children, it is with great honor that I launch the festivities and may you all-“] From amongst the crowd a woman broke free towards the stairs. She wore a long brunette ponytail and heavy thick set glasses sat atop her nose. The girl’s face scrunched up angrily as she interrupted the Headmistress. “Ridiculous! I’m certain I speak for the majority of us when I say this is bullshit! To ask of us, already acclaimed students, to partake in a weekend 'Hunger Games' is the most childish and poor way to give out our already EARNED diplomas! I studied my ass off to be here! If you don’t give us our diplomas fair and square, I’m leaving and telling the media about this crap.” The girl pouted, nodding. Some others amongst the crowd began to murmur in agreement. Warmly, with that same motherly look, Mistress Meadows smiled down at the woman. The lips then parted, a grin forming across the headmaster’s lips. Shiny teeth glistened within, accented by sharp predatory canines. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“My sweet sweet naïve child. How young and inexperienced, yet full of vigor and emotion. I find your passion absolutely delicious! The answer, however, to your silly demands, is no.”] The girl furrowed her brow in confusion, then retorted. “I don’t care what you think or say, I’m leaving.” She turned on her heels, the crowd parting as the girl walked back towards the mahogany doors. Mistress Meadows then nodded to her guard. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Margo, please if you wouldn’t mind.” ] In a quiet husky tone, the bodyguard responded. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Yes Master…”] Swiftly, she pulled the gun free from her holster, firing the weapon with little hesitation. In a split second, the unruly girl turned her head in surprise to witness not a bullet, but a miniscule feather tipped dart headed straight at her back. Silently, the dart made impact and it was as if in that instant, the girl disappeared, a pile of her clothes fluttering to the ground. The crowd gasped in shock, wondering where the girl had gone. Margo then unceremoniously walked towards the bundle, fishing through the clothes to pull out a shrunken woman, the girl. The crowd once more gasped in surprise at the immediate display of instantaneous shrinking. Margo then ferried the girl, now screaming and thrashing, towards Mistress Meadows. Bowing on one knee, Margo presented the girl to the Headmistress. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Thank you, Margo.”] Stated Mistress Meadows, as she accepted the girl into her palms. Clutching the tiny in her fist, the headmistress raised the girl upwards and once more gazed upon the audience. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f86107175c5645738ee0cdb30bbda312~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Entrance Foyer Encounter2]]

You stood in shock at the display that had just occurred. You knew of advanced technology within your faculty that was being developed personally by your professor, but never assumed it could be utilized in a projectile like form. Unmoving, you stared at the Goddess like visage of Mistress Meadows as she began to address the crowd once more. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“My children, know this. When you disobey those who nourish you, bite the hand that feeds you, disobey your rulers. Well, punishment is a necessary consequence.”] Mistress Meadows then stared at the tiny squirming girl held aloft. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“And for you my child, those who disobey are still given the chance to become a part of something greater.” ] The girl writhed about, nude, and embarrassed. “Let me go! You can’t just shrink people like this, you’ll go to jail!” A hearty chuckle vibrated from the Mistresses’ core. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Hm hm, little one, who do you think is in control of our very own justice system? Like I said, your naivety will be your downfall.”] Mistress Meadows spoke to the crowd once more. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Let this be a lesson to you all. If you attempt to leave the premises or disobey either me or my Mistresses, you shall be punished dearly.”] Mistress Meadows flicked her wrist upwards daintily, and with trained theatrics, parted her lips with a breathy exhale, dangling the tiny girl above her waiting maw. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Ahhhhh…” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e55526d1166d4830986bedf47d912164~mv2.png"> --- People amongst the crowd began to stammer, “She’s going to eat her! What the fuck!?” The tiny’s eyes opened wide in surprise as she began to plead. “Wait WAIT! I’m sorry, please ok ok, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go!” Suddenly, her cries of anguish were silenced as Mistress Meadows dropped the girl. With a tiny splat, she fell upon the headmistresses' outstretched tongue. The jaws immediately snapped shut, Mistress Meadow’s eyes closed in pleasure as she brought up her hand towards her jawline. And then. ##GLP! A neat tiny bulge accentuated the Mistress’s neck, slowly descending deeper before disappearing between her heavy breasts. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Ahh, delectable.”] Mistress Meadows smiled warmly at the crowd. (text-colour:#7C0D0E)[“Good luck my children. Choose your version of success wisely.”] Turning, the Headmistress began to waltz back up the crimson staircase. Her heavy behind stood out firmly in her red dress, a deep crease forming in the middle. That girl…she was going to become a part of something…greater…You shuddered. The bodyguard Margo resumed her steadfast position at the base of the stairs. Slowly, the crowd began to part. Students, shifted about, ready to explore the Manor. Some wore expressions of fear, while others had a dead set determination in their eyes, hungry for opportunities. You looked around, your size would be a serious disadvantage, or maybe…a sleuthy way to get about the Manor unhindered? Your choices are yours to make. [[Continue|Entrance Foyer]]

(set: $glasses to false) Agatha’s eyes light up when you offer to go along with her. Despite your brief encounter with the frazzled girl, you decide that getting into her good books could prove valuable later. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Awesome!”] Beams Agatha, as she jumps up and down excitedly, her breasts barely contained within her graphic T-shirt. The movement within her palm threatens to knock you unconscious. The battering thankfully comes to a halt, Agatha unfurling her fingers looking apologetic once more. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ooops sorry! Hehe…”] Hopefully you made the right choice. --- Clasping you somewhat more carefully now, the giantess holds you behind her back within both hands, pressed slightly against her lower back. She walks up towards the mahogany doorway to chat with the Alt Guard. You can make out from the soft muffled prison the conversation. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Hey Beth! Whachya doing?” ] The Alt Girl grumbles in response. (text-colour:blue)[“Trying to not die of boredom out here keeping an eye out for tiny pipsqueaks. My prof Mistress Meduna said to give out some bronze bands to any ‘well behaved’ students from the B.A.M.S. program. Without them, apparently any minimized students will get kicked out of the Gala, or worse. Her words, not mine. Weird I know.”] Beth then quizzically asks. (text-colour:blue)[“Hey, isn’t your partner part of that program too? Aren’t they helping out with your show tonight?”] Agatha shuffles about, the soft fleshy chamber of her palms slightly dampening with sweat. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oh ya, haha, Logan. They um, said they were gonna meet me inside later on. The two of us TOTALLY didn’t get in a fight or anything, heh…” ] From Beth you hear a ‘convinced’, (text-colour:blue)[“Mhm, ok Agatha. Well, if you find them inside, did you want a bronze bracelet for Logan if they didn’t have one already? I got a ton after all.”] This could be your chance to procure a bronze bracelet, it could come in useful later on. --- [[Tap Agatha’s palms assuredly]] confirming your need for the bracelet. [[Stay still]], you’d rather go about the Gala without a handout from someone else.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Escape]''// Unwilling to play along any longer and witness firsthand where this girl sends her food on a daily basis, you heft the Bobby Pin forward and jam it between the front incisors of the Creepy Girl's teeth. ##(text-colour:#675b70)["HMMM?"] Your chamber vibrates with the confused hum of your giantess captor. You continue to hoist your weight against the end of the bobby pin, using your own weight and leverage to pry the teeth apart. A thin sheen of light permeates the damp darkness as the outside world is slowly revealed. ###(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"shudder")["AHHH?!"]] A narrow passage of escape now forms. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Release your grip on the Bobby Pin and [[rush to escape|Freedom]]? Or, [[take the Bobby Pin with you|Failed to Escape]], although slower it could still prove useful elsewhere.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''// Having conserved your stamina wisely, you use a final burst of speed to challenge Agatha’s massive beckoning palm. Her eyes go wide, noticing your sudden burst of speed. (text-color:#675b70)[“Nu uh! No way you little bug, you’re not quick ENOUGH!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a2743a83130e402a86f0ba45eef5e848~mv2.png"> --- Her hand slams down, trying to flatten you beneath her sweaty palm. #(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] A whirl of dust swirls out from the carpet, clouding her vision. #(text-color:#675b70)[FUCK!] You continue to run and dodge as further erratic slaps echo out around you. #(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!] #(text-color:#675b70)[FUCK FUCK YOU FUCKER!!] The wind of her forceful slaps billow past you. Soon, you emerge from the cloud of dust, Agatha’s cellulite ridden rump a good distance behind you. She’s not even aware that you’ve passed her yet as she continues to slap. Margo approaches the table, questioning Agatha, unaware of your sudden escape. Ahead of you, the exit to the Gallery is close. But before you can reach it, a commotion is reaching its apex between Monrose and Gilly. [[Continue|Gilly Monrose Encounter]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[A Hero's Journey]''// Splip. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_16f2ef7b614a4e3b9b67526c7e7f4763~mv2.png"> --- Your greasy body fully emerges into the outer world with a slick pop. You freefall for an instant before landing on the plush surface of the couch. Splattered onto the cushions below, you get your bearings. Directly in front of you is the wide brown hills of Mistress Monrose’s massive butt cheeks. The perfected globes sit differently with you now. The knowledge that this demon’s body is fueled by so many of your colleagues fills you with a mixture of resentment and determination. You glare at the fetid hole that you were just shat out of. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3a031d2367334a19841aad97d58944e7~mv2.png"> --- The brown winking anus far up above is slickened with anal mucous. By definition, that’s the exit of her body, the end of her lethal digestive tract. But it’s also an entrance into her sweltering depths too. You’ll have to return. You stand, wiping yourself free of the fragrant smokey slime that clings tight against your body. You walk triumphantly to the edge of the couch, vowing to find a way to stop these dangerous beings. This coven, that Monrose spoke of, both Mistress Meduna and Mistress Meadows herself are all sisters aligned with one another. And then there’s Gilly now too…Whatever happened to her, and whatever terrible fait has befallen your comrades, you swear to set things right. Staring about the gallery, you see no sight of Margo or Agatha. You consider your next options. Surely, you’ll need to try and find your friends to see if they’ve recovered and what they still remember. Additionally, you’ll need to bring this situation to Professor Arc’s attention right away. The tunnels would be your best bet to get there…but you recall Gilly… Gillian. Something strange has happened to her. It was different than the subjugation methods Monrose used on Margo and Agatha. Gilly’s eye… You hope that you can save her too… --- To be Continued! (text-colour:blue)[Thank you so much for reaching the end of the Lounge Grace Route! I hope you’ve enjoyed the story thus far. If you wish to continue the story with an added 10k words, feel free to support me on Patreon. The Alpha continues the Grace Route.] (link: "Support on Patreon")[ (open-url: "https://www.patreon.com/RestorationStation438/membership") ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Asshole]''// You crawl towards the shifting exit, slipping past the sticky folds easily. Grasping onto the valve, you firmly pull yourself from Gilly’s insides. The anus clamps against you with impossible tightness. Along with your exit, a deluge of sticky fluid remains tethered to your body, before snapping. A puddle of murky ichor now rests at your feet, heady and rich with Gilly’s scent. --- [[Continue|Tunnels F]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Pussy]''// You crawl towards the shifting exit, slipping past the velvety folds easily. Grasping onto the exit, you firmly pull yourself from Gilly’s insides. The labial lips brush against you with impossible smoothness. Along with your exit, a deluge of white fluid remains tethered to your body, before snapping. A puddle of murky ichor now rests at your feet, heady and rich with Gilly’s scent. --- [[Continue|Tunnels F]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Hall Fountain]''// You’d rather not drink at this time, let alone sip from what you assume to be bland fountain wine. You exit the pool and after drying off and re dressing, you head back towards the Lounge Entrance. --- [[Continue|Lounge Entrance]]

(set: $question2 to false) "Hmph, hopefully your perceptions of her change over time when you see just we she is capable of." Professor Arc clenches a fist firmly. "But, if you remain in this stance of yours the next time we meet, there could be dire consequences for you." You'll need to tread carefully in the next time you see her. --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Floor]''// You slip down the rope ladder and find yourself on a plush carpeted floor. A vast expanse of indigo threads splays out before you while objects of prominence blur farther off in the distance. The floor is musty, years of burning incense coagulating into an amalgamated mix of smoky smells. Behind you, the women chat idly above with one another. You hear snippets of random conversation not surprisingly revolving around the usage of YOU in a variety of ways. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["They might be too big I think…”] A shy voice. (text-colour:#675b70)[“…crazy, stop being such a woos!”] A tipsy voice. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Where are your snacks miss?!!”] A raspy small voice. Regardless, your focus is ahead. Laura could be anywhere in the Gallery, so you’ll need to start looking soon if you want to ensure you receive that silver band half. You notice amongst the distance a long vermillion squishy couch, a rounded black cabinet and a small coffee table. The remainder of the small Gallery is filled with various art works adorning the wall, sculptures depicting Mistress Monrose in various poses, alongside silken drapes that cascade down from the ceiling. Where will you go? --- [[Head Towards the Couch]] - It's the biggest item in this room. Maybe the cushions hide something? Or perhaps underneath? [[Head Towards the Cabinet]] - You notice the topmost drawer is open. Could be things either on top or within. (if: $CoffeeE is 1)[ [[Head Towards the Coffee Table]] - You can barely see some items stacked on top of it. ] (if: $CoffeeE is 2)[ You've already gained what you need from the Coffee Table. ] [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery]]

The Professor waves her hand idly. “Of course, be my guest. There is a tiny metal ramp at the far end of this table that you can climb down. This lab is formulated in part for the traversal of Mechanoids, so you’ll have no trouble maneuvering about.” As you begin to head off, Professor Arc chides in with one last remark. “But, if I find you doing anything nefarious, it will only take a moment for me to notify Gilly, and then…” ##(text-style:"blink")[SNAP! ] The forest green girl snaps her pointy teeth together playfully, gnashing them together. The Professor then turns away, busying herself with her work. --- [[Continue|Lab Exploration]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Maw]''// You worked so hard to get this Bobby Pin, you're not going to lose it here! Grabbing onto the plastic tool, you lunge forward towards the exit. Immediately you feel the added weight cause your footsteps to sink deeper than usual into the moist floor, slowing your progress. You catch yourself just barely from slipping, yet in these mere fractions of a second, the teeth in front of you snap close again once they feel the Bobby Pin has been dislodged. ##(text-style:"rumble")[SNAP!] Darkness shrouds you once more. A low growl reverberates from behind you. The throat flexes and the teeth give way brief glimpses of light as the Creepy Girl speaks. (text-colour:#675b70)["Enough games little maggot! You belong in my belly now!"] You are immediately slammed towards the roof of her mouth, the hard palate knocking the wind out of your lungs. Now headfirst with the arches at the back of her maw, the giantess unceremoniously and swiftly ushers you back towards her throat. The tongue lowers down swiftly, arching as you slide towards the inky blackness past the uvula and into the rear of her mouth. For a brief moment you bear witness to a sight that few (other than food itself) has born witness to before. A thin flap of skin folds over the arches of her tonsils, whilst a cylindrical ribbed hole whooshes as air billows past you. Then the flap moves revealing a pulsing fleshy tunnel. It undulates periodically. At the very bottom, you can barely make out in the shadow of the tunnel a tiny knotted sphincter. In this fraction of time, you can decide where you fall. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enter the [[Ribbed Hole|Coughing Fit]] Enter the [[Undulating Hole|Agatha Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Snack for Agatha]''// You muster up the courage and embrace your fate as nothing more than food for the plump goth. With your words her maniacal smile spreads even wider, if that were even possible. Thin cracked lips spread before shimmering with fresh saliva as Agatha’s greedy tongue slips out to from betwixt her teeth. (text-color:#675b70)[“Fuck yes, you’re gonna taste so good.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2b7fd711c80a4c09a14e4622852ff7bf~mv2.png"> --- Margo rolls her eyes, drumming her idle fingers against her abs. A high-pitched wet squeal echoes from her belly, jealous of a lost meal. Suddenly, a chubby damp hand crashes into your body just as you emerge from beneath the couch. The strike knocks you on your ass, stars of light shimmering in your vision. (text-color:#675b70)[“That’s for fucking around earlier, you stupid bug!”] Dazed, you try and stumble to your feet, but instead you are lifted by the scruff between Agatha’s thumb and index finger. You dangle and sway through the air as you are carelessly dragged upwards towards the gleaming face of your captor. Soon the bleariness in your vision fades just in time to lock eyes with Agatha’s own crimson pupils. (text-color:#675b70)[“Sup little snack.”] The gothic giantess opens her jaw as wide as she can manage, eager to fit you entirely inside. (text-color:#675b70)[“HAHAHA! I finally gotcha!”] Agatha’s words blast past you, her breath tinged with sweet spirits and fragrant smoke. At the rear of her mouth, her throat clenches and unclenches with each laugh. (text-color:#675b70)[“Don’t worry, I won’t send you to my belly until you cum!”] With that final promise, Agatha flings you onto her outstretched tongue. You slap down onto the sticky appendage, adhered to it like a fly caught in a trap. Then the jaws close with an eager snap. [[Continue|Agatha Mouth Chase]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Snack for Margo]''// You muster up the courage and embrace your fate as nothing more than food for the athletic woman. With your words her ridged smiles spreads even wider, if that were even possible. Sharp canines, pearly white, glint in the light as clear drool begins to pool at the corners of her mouth. She’s clearly very hungry. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Ahh YES! Good choice little Ant!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b7ddda57bb741f8b39a7ac16f0f950f~mv2.png"> --- Agatha just pouts off to the side, her grumbly belly just as angry as she is. Without warning, she slaps her hand down hard onto your body, flattening you against the plush carpet. The force crushes your front hard against her calloused hand, Margo doesn’t want to take any chances of you weaseling out of this one. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“HA! You’re mine now!”] Still flattened to the ground, the fingers curl inwards, forming a cage of rough flesh, locking you into the sweaty confines of her hand. You curl up into a small ball, shivering in anticipation. The world shifts as you’re brought upwards, lacking the characteristic gentle motions that the non-subjugated Margo had. Then, the fist lightly unfurls, just enough to give you a view forward but not enough to escape. There, you see the red glowing eyes of your muscled captor. Margo’s head tilts eerily to one side, inspecting your tiny body. Her smile unwavering. The teeth part with a breathy sigh. (text-color:#de4a4a)[Haaaa. “Get ready little Ant, my throat is going to crush you HARD so much so itll squeeze all the juices out of your body into MINE!”] Woosh! Without warning, you’re tossed forwards into her sweltering mouth. SNAP! Darkness as the teeth shut dangerously close behind. [[Continue|Margo Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Alt Girl's Shoe]''// Like many times before, you fall prey to your desires. Either through curiosity or lust, you can't help but indulge in the temptation of digging deeper into Beth's converse. Approaching the lip of the shoe, you gently pull the barrier back as a waft of musty air assails your senses from within. You pull yourself inwards. It's a snug fit, nestled between the top of the girl's foot and the shoe as you shimmy your way further downwards. As you crawl, the dampness of the environment sticks to your clothing. The heat has also increased and sweat both from Beth's foot and your own body, saturates every inch of you. As you surge closer towards the toes, the tightness of the environment threatens to crush you. Eventually, you reach the end of Beth's foot. From here, the smell is immensely concentrated. You surmise that the scent originates from between her toes. You can only imagine how potent the odor would be if not for the sock barrier. From here, you have some choices. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Inspect Toes]<c1| [Lick Feet]<c2|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to shimmy about the end of Beth's sock. You notice a small tear at the bottom, exposing creamy white skin. Here, you can just make out the bottom of her big toe. Painted blue nails, manicured fairly well, adorn the top of the big toe. The hole, unfortunately, is too small to enter.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Unable to resist your temptations, you caress the top of the girl's foot with your extended tongue. An explosion of intense flavor fills your mouth, a horrid mix of sour body odor and salty sweat Your tongue swiftly begins to dry out. Although the sock is slightly damp from the Beth's sweat, the fibers mat and build up against your tongue over time.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:30s)[Eventually, your chamber begins to stir and the right foot shifts and moves abruptly. Your world turns upside down as you are thrown and wedged between the front end of Beth's foot. Crushing weight presses against you as the toes wiggle against your form curiously. As if sensing your presence, the big toe shifts and pins you directly against the end of the converse. You struggle to breathe, as the lack of oxygen in the stifling environment and the pressure from Beth's aggressive big toe threatens to suffocate you. Then, you see the light. Death? No, the top of the shoe opens up as a pair of baby blue painted nails pinch you firmly, yanking you out and upwards. ] (after:30s)[[[Continue|Funny Business]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You didn't listen to the Professor and still get closer to her. The Professor leans forward, her eyes fixed on the tiny creature below her feet. With a deft motion, she slips her shoes off, revealing her soft, pale soles clad in silky stockings. The aroma of sweat wafts up, drawing you in with its intensity. She flexes her toes, preparing to pounce, and you feel a thrill run through your tiny body. With a swift motion, she pushes her sole onto the ground, trapping you beneath her. ##(text-style:"rumble")[THUM!] You slide across the floor, eventually coming to rest between her toes. You feel the softness of her stockings rubbing against your tiny body as she moves her toes, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. The Professor's warm breath rises from beneath her foot, creating a gentle breeze that rustles your hair. "Ah, little one, you're quite the troublemaker, aren't you?" Her voice echoes down from above , husky and playful. Her words send a thrill through your tiny form, and you can't help but squirm in anticipation. With a sly grin, she wraps her toes around you, squeezing gently. The smell of her feet grows stronger, and you find yourself becoming lightheaded. It's a heady mix of sweat and perfume, filling your senses and leaving you breathless. The Professor seems to find it amusing to have you between her toes, her toes flexing and releasing in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. You writhe beneath her, unable to resist the urge to twist and turn in her grasp. As she continues to play with you, you realized that this could maybe go on for a little longer. -------------- You could try to escape her toes [[Try to escape her toes]] Or you could stay for a little longer (text-colour: red)[ [[Stay between her toes]]]

Which path would you like to follow? --- (text-colour:cyan)[(link:"Path of Grace")[(set: $GreenBand to false);(set: $BronzeBand to true); (set: $Grace to it + 2) ; (go-to:"Entrance Foyer") ]] - You were kind to both Agatha and Beth, assisting them where necessary. (text-colour:orange)[(link:"Path of Chaos")[(set: $GreenBand to true); (set: $Chaos to it + 2); (go-to: "Entrance Foyer")]] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Vent]''//(set: $FreeGilly to 2) You get to work unfastening the two screws holding this dusty old vent together. As you labor away, you notice the orange dim light beyond the slots of the venting remains still. Two glowing eyes! You recognize that distinct glow. As the second screw comes undone the orange glow suddenly gets brighter and brighter. Then, a round green face, adorned with a button nose and round cheeks comes into view…and the creature’s maw is open wide! Wait, what?! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_082806d1e7ef43e4ab329b47af344f06~mv2.png"> --- The moment the metal grate clanks to the ground, the looming face of the Gremlin Girl surges towards you without warning. Mouth agape, the last thing you see is Gilly’s cute little fangs, slithering damp tongue and looming uvula before darkness and wetness dominate your senses. #(text-style:"blink")[NOM!] #(text-style:"buoy")[SQSH SQHS Sllrrp…] Tossed about in the muggy heat and darkness of Gilly’s mouth, you sputter and try and orient yourself. The Gremlin Girl sucks on your flavor pushing you closer and closer to the rear of her throat. Is she about to swallow you? You’re then pressed firmly against her hard palate, ridges of oral flesh rubbing forcefully against your body. A wash of saliva builds up all around, threatening to drown you in the damp space before the deluge surges past your feet towards her throat. There is a sudden shift in pressure, your ears pop and a familiar booming echo rings out around you. #(text-style:"rumble")[GLP!] Gilly swallows the drowning mouthful of sticky saliva, pausing for a moment. You shift lightly around in her mouth, teetering dangerously close to the edge of her esophagus. Then, the mouth comes alive once more as Gilly quite literally begins to speak with her mouth full…of you! (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Iss tha…MOWSEL!!”] You're unceremoniously ejected from Gilly’s mouth into her palm, slamming down hard into her open hands. #(text-style:"shudder")[PWAH!] Clearing away the bleary spittle from your eyes, you stare up at the surprised innocent face of Gilly. Mouth slightly agape, the place you were just shot out of. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“It is Morsel!”] She smiles a toothy fanged grin. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly almost thought you were a Snacko! Silly Morsel.”] She wags her index finger at you, like a mother chastising a child. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Good thing Gilly knows Morsel’s taste. Mmm, savory taste.”] Her eyes close in delight. Without your consent, Gilly begins to walk to the Bar Top, climbs onto a stool and plops her butt down onto the marbled top . She opens up the hand holding you, dropping you carelessly onto the hard surface. Your head conks against the solid surface. You rub your battered skull and bruised body but finally get your first full glimpse of Gilly. Her fit seems to have shifted, much like many others here in the Lounge. Instead of wearing her worn out revealing leotard, Gilly is dressed in a tight and short emerald dress adorned with gold. With gleeful wonder, Gilly stares about the Lounge, now having forgotten you entirely. --- [[Continue|Bar Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Freedom]''// (set: $AgathaMad to true) (set: $prybar to false) You opt to keep the Bobby Pin in place to assure your escape. Launching off the tip of the Creepy Girl's tongue, you surge forward, lightened by the lack of the Bobby Pin. Diving forwards, unaware or uncaring of the destination, you slip past the narrow opening of the girl's incisors. Behind you, the Bobby Pin snaps between the giantesses' teeth. A fate narrowly escaped... You tumble through the air, the Creepy Girl cursing behind you as she spits out the pieces of Bobby Pin. A rush of greenery cushions your fall. Thankfully it seems you have landed back within the confines of the bushes. Peery through the shrubbery, the Creepy Girl, eyes bloodshot and furious howls out in anger. (text-colour:#675b70)["LOGAN YOU BASTARD! I WILL FIND YOU INSIDE THAT DAMNED MANSION, AND WHEN I DO, YOU WILL BE SOOOO SORRY!"] The woman at the entrance scoffs and responds to the creepy girl. (text-colour:#675b70)["Shut up Agatha! Find your glasses already, we're not letting you in when your acting this manic.] Agatha, the rampaging giantess, pulls at her frazzled hair in anger. Her shirt lifts to reveal a generous portion of her pale pudgy belly. You just narrowly escaped entering that chamber, and if you're not careful, you may just end up meeting it later in the night... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:orange)[You feel the Chaos of your recent predicament swell within you...](text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] Unwilling to tempt fate with Agatha any longer, you can return to the mansion's (link: "entrance")[(set: $Chaos to it + 1)(go-to: "Entrance 2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl Front]''// Never one to shy away from a confrontation, given your expertise at dealing with large giants, you saunter over towards the front of the Creepy Girl, aligning yourself directly with her line of sight. From the front, you notice her black graphic T, depicting a "Skeleton Bunny", alongside a multitude of dark goth accessories adorning her visage. The shirt, loose and baggy, drapes over her front, covering nearly 100% of her smaller than average breasts. Judging by her overall fit and youthful features, you estimate the girl to be in her early twenties. All too suddenly, her frantic search comes to a stop as she spots your tiny form. Her lavender eyes perk up in surprise. Slowly, the thin pair of ruby lips spread into a generous toothy grin. She squints down, reaching out to you tentatively, as if unable to ascertain your distance, before snatching you with deft speed before you can react. ##(text-colour:#675b70)["Found you, my pet!"] [[Continue.|Discovered]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl Shorts Front]''// You decide to head under the front portion of her shorts, slipping gingerly beneath the denim fabric layer. Now within the tight confines of her daisy dukes, you stare farther upwards towards a breathtaking sight. A simple black thong sits snuggly between the thin crotch. Along the panty line, tiny black specs of shaven stubble dot the perimeter of the thong's edge. Farther towards the middle of her thong, a crease within the fabric denotes the outline of her pussy. Your heart begins to thump in your chest as you think of the possibilities. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9fe43bd67e294bff8dc5e4f3e532e0e7~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fearing the consequences of snooping about, you can [[attempt to leave|Discovered Alt Girl]] by shimmying back downwards. (text-colour:magenta) [Part Thong]<c3| []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You carefully part the innermost portion of the thong. It does take some effort, given that the garment is nestled tightly against the girls outter labia. As you peel back the fabric, a small supple layer of pink, which you know is the exterior of her pussy, comes into sight. But before you can pull the thong aside any further, the chamber around you jolts suddenly. A whirlwind of movement occurs and you are tossed about... (text-colour:red)[[[Continue.|Decimation]]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Consequences]''// (set: $Chaos to it + 1) Beth's fingers immediately grasp onto your tiny form as you are brought upwards swiftly. The world tumbles about you before you come face to face with the glaring eyes of one angry woman. Her nostrils flare about, her straight navy-blue hair covering one half of her face slightly. She flips back her half shaven head to clear her vision, snarling now. (text-colour:blue)["So, not only did you try and fuck with me once, but you went and tried to do it again eh?" ] You shrug sheepishly. (text-colour:blue)["Fucking Pipsqueaks like you are only good for one thing."] Beth smiles wide, pearly white teeth glistening in the dusk light. Slowly, the wolfish grin of the Alt Girl begins to part. Strands of thick saliva bend as a muggy breath of air shoots out from the back of her maw, snapping some of the strands of spittle. At the center of her tongue, a chrome ball rests nestled in the appendage. Mouth agape, the Alt Girl announces her next words in a breathy emphasized town, keeping her mouth agape through the process. (text-colour:blue)["I find that shitty people like you actually have quite a sweet taste! And at such a small bite size, I could get all that taste in just one...single...GULP!"] The back of her throat flexes as she gulps down a growing puddle of spit. Your blood runs cold as you immediately realize that this Alt Girl intends to swallow you whole! Certainly not an uncommon practice amongst the most edgy party goers, but certainly something you would hope to avoid. Her head tilts back, forming a passage directly downwards into the dark pit of her throat. The archway flexes once more as the Alt Girl ushers forth your final goodbye. (text-colour:blue)["See ya later Pipsqueak, maybe next time decide against being such a stuck up jerk!"] Suddenly, the fingers let go of you as you tumble downwards into the sweltering maw... [[Continue|Beth Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Back]''// You continue your trek up past the girl's shoulder blades and arrive at the base of her neck. From here you begin to holler and stomp about. Tapping away at the Creepy Girl's neck, you feel the body shift beneath you. You begin to lose balance, feeling yourself fall backwards to a deadly drop below. Yet, before you can plummet down to your grassy grave, a pair fingers delicately pinch you along the waist, hoisting you around to the girl's front. --- It seems as though you have been [[discovered!|Discovered]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Ejected]''// You decide to swat at the fleshy punching bag before. Immediately there is a guttural reaction from Margo. On either side, her thick tonsils clamp together and her esophagus clenches and unclenches in quick little spasms. Ooop, OH…URP! BLEH! Suddenly Margo’s maw shifts downwards ninety degrees, sending you hurtling past her spattering tongue and glistening white teeth. (text-style:"blink")[THMP! ] You lend, drenched and sticky, shaking yourself and counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to survive that whole ordeal. Margo simply wipes her maw of some stray spittle, eyes hazy and clouded. She looks at you with a crooked smile. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Bleh, not nice. But…urp…if you wanna go again, I’m still down.”] Man, she is seriously out of it, considering the woman is willing to try and swallow you again. Best play your cards right next time if you want to stay off the menu. [[Return to Center|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You venture even further into risky territory. Professor Arc’s flats shift periodically too and frow with her idle movements. Now inches away from her shoes, you can’t help but stare upwards at the hidden world beneath the Professor’s dress. The skirt is loose fitting, giving you a glimpse of the Professor’s smooth long legs. She is an impressively tall woman, and so the legs rise like massive tan sky scrapers high up until they reach the plump and fleshy curve of Professor Arc’s under bum. Nestled between the cheeks is a simple set of white cotton panties. You’re only given a brief glimpse of her beautiful undercarriage before a black flat collides with your side. The wind is forcefully knocked out of you as you land a dozen feet away from the Professor. Chiding from above, the woman, without looking away from her work, scolds you. “Peak all you want but know that there’s no chance for you to get any closer without me knowing.” --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_62d7ea7d07c64e68b9393b3d1f721def~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Go Back")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration")] (if: $testFeet is true)[ [[Get closer to her feet|Foot Toy]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Asshole]''// You get closer to Gilly’s anus. Obediently, the gremlin girl remains in place, unquestioning towards your motives. Yet, she chides you in a brief taunt. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel just LOVES Gilly’s pooper, come close!”] She scoots even closer towards the tables edge angling her ass so that her butthole is easily within arm’s reach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9f7d09005f3f441bae071e08fc452826~mv2.png"> --- The tiny hole is anything but at your scale. Compared to the other women, Gilly’s asshole is the smallest and dirtiest, given her antics. The radial lines of her anus are tight and numerous. You even notice flecks of brown dirt caught snugly between the folds and even caked along the perimeter. You hope it’s all dirt… (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Why you like it Morsel?”] With her innocent question, Gilly’s anus flexes tentatively. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_75e1291d93b7443a86bd39d969215a80~mv2.png"> --- [[You like the smell]] [[You like how it feels]] [[You’re just looking for Laura]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pussy]''// You get closer to Gilly’s vagina. Obediently, the gremlin girl remains in place, unquestioning towards your motives. Yet, she chides in a brief taunt. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel likes Gilly’s naughty place, come close!”] She scoots even closer towards the tables edge angling her hips so that her pussy is easily within arm’s reach. She leans on the side of the stool for support, allowing her to bring up her nethers closer to you. The tiny slit is anything but at your scale. Compared to the other woman, Gilly’s vagina is the smallest and dirtiest, given her antics. The thin vaginal lips keep her vagina looking taught and tight. Despite the neatness of her lips, you notice flecks of brown dirt caught snugly between the folds and even caked along the perimeter. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Does Morsel want to make Gilly feel good?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_091728d612ed4b6f90e2877deed699f3~mv2.png"> --- [[Yes|Gilly Clit Play]] [[Tell her you are just looking for Laura]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// You slowly approach the wall of indigo cloth. Resting just behind that layer is Mistress Monrose’s bare belly, a caramel wall of flesh and fat that entombs your fellow minimized students. You get within inches now of the fabric and then gently place your ear against the surface. Suddenly, you feel a firm pressure against your back as Mistress Monrose prods you firmly into her plush stomach, squishing you against the surface. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_08fdc9d56353450bbcdf23deb9680155~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Do not be shy little fan, I know you are curious. Listen, they still frolic within…” ] A cacophony of bassy gurgles, deeper and more resounding than any stomach you have heard before, vibrates your body and mind. Your bones rattle in your frame, a combination of both the sheer force of the sound and your own terror. #(text-style:"shudder")[GLUUURM! GLp Glp Glp…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5d169680cf37490f8d880d4bcc527b5e~mv2.png"> --- The organic sounds of this Mistresse's body dominate her stomachs soundscape, but you can still faintly hear the sounds of languished moans. They are still alive, but weakened it seems. A cool sweat forms on your brow as you attempt to push away, but Mistress Monrose keeps you held firm. (text-colour:red)[“No, keep listening.”] She stares down at you from above, her jovial drunken demeanor lost for a moment. All you see from far up above are the blood red eyes of a predator, a monster. Then, the finger releases and Monrose is all smiles once again, round cheeks squeezing her eyes shut in a massive smile. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Peculiar, yes is it not my little fan?”] You back away slowly, amazed at how quickly this giantess expresses her polarizing personality. Monrose finishes the glass of wine and gently places it upon the bar top. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ahh, such a fine vintage, but now I am feeling a tad bit peckish. Would you be so kind, my little fan, and find your goddess a little snack to quell her hungry tummy? Be a good little fan for me and you’ll be one step closer to retrieving that silver band piece.” ] Hungry stomach, goddess? But the silver band and your diploma. Your graduation. The status and enriched life to come. Is it all worth it? Mere feet away from you, your very own colleagues could be no more than shit in a couple of hours. You coil your face up in determination. Once more, the dichotomy of your choices rest within your mind. You could continue to walk your own path, stride towards success by any means despite the corpses you tread upon to get there. But, you feel your heart and consciousness flutter. Innocent people are at risk here. And lastly, the part that fills you with dread the most, is the latent desires you have been feeling up until this point. You stare up at the gleaming face of this beautiful giantess. Those plushy moist lips, still dampened with red wine. The pleasure you would feel passing by them, the texture of her tongue, the warm embrace of her throat, the- No, you shake your head. You mustn’t give in. Something odd is happening here, those eyes of Monrose are glowing a subtle red. Or is it just the dimness in the Lounge? (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Stare that long and I may just gobble you up now little fan!” ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Bahahah! I am joking, now chop chop, I am getting hungrier by the second!”] --- (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Margo - An Impressive Feat]''// You know that Margo would respect your efforts thus far. You decide to subtly tap her neck, avoiding startling her too much. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hm?!”] She flinches briefly for a moment before craning her neck to the side to get a look at you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, its you friend!” ] Margo’s eyes are initially wide in surprise but settle once she sees you. Eyes shifting about your minimized form, she quickly surmises your recent efforts. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e572bf44fc4a4cd3bfa54bf88865cd6f~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You must have slipped past the Trip Laser somehow AND climbed up here unscathed. Impressive.” ] A single eyebrow also raises up curiously. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You didn’t do anything nefarious upon my body either right?”] You stammer for a brief second before she grins slightly. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“No, you didn’t. For I would have sensed your presence if you decided to invade any private spaces. Thank you for being respectful friend.”] Margo smiles warmly before offering an open palm before you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“My shift ends fairly soon. If you happen to find yourself within the Lounge, come say hi. I know some fun drinking games that may peak your athletic interests!”] Margo plants you gently back onto the ground, setting you on your way. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c44ef72459e74ea3954965806731a960~mv2.png"> --- (link: "Continue")[(set: $Grace to it + 1)(go-to: "Entrance Foyer")] – You’ve made a strong ally and friend. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Side]''// You decide to get a closer look at Gilly’s swaying belly. Now directly beneath the massive wall of flesh, you stare up at the ceiling of your world. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_caa1337a4f384366b41d66130d358288~mv2.png"> --- Each snore causes the stomach to distend and retract, the mound of flesh just an arms reach away from your current position. Then, without warning, the paunch of her stomach seems to be getting lower, before suddenly drooping down, inches away from your face! It appears Gilly is beginning to lie down! You’ll need to act fast, lest you end up as a red smear on her stomach. --- [[Run upwards]] – Heading up towards her tiny breasts is a safe bet. [[Run downwards]] – The path towards her belly button is shorter.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// You decide to get just a bit closer to her mouth to ensure that the cheese gets in there for sure. As you approach the massive red lips, Gilly remains still awaiting her prize. You feel the soft cushion of her lips press against your abdomen, as you are now merely an arms reach away from her lower incisors. Stale hot air rushes past you with each inhalation and exhale of breath. You stare up at the even sharper fangs above you. Past them, the girl’s hard palate is marked with tiny nicks here and there. Gilly’s mouth is seemingly made for feral consumption. She cares very little about her oral health and hygiene. Most forms of sustenance that enter this organic portal must either be quite tough or rough in nature, or maybe even…alive, to give her maw such imperfections. Lastly, you stare at the back of her mouth. A looming black hole, wider than most throats, gapes eerily, emanating slick sounds periodically like a beckoning call. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_65d682d1ee484a43b8e5d45025734e29~mv2.png"> --- [[Get even closer]] [[Toss the Cheese inside]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// Curiousness and desire getting the better of you, approaching even closer into the forbidden red cave is a must. You shift your knees up and onto the rough lips beneath you, hoisting your midsection into the dampness between her lower teeth and inner lower lip. You slide into this narrow valley, now completely inside her mouth. Your hands come to rest on her front lower incisors with your back resting against the slick velvety damp of her inside lip. It’s a snug fit but does not go unnoticed by your host. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"shudder")[“EH!? MOSEL?!”]] The chamber about you comes alive with the combination of sudden speech and movement. The red leviathan that is Gilly’s tongue bucks in an instant. The tip waggles for a brief second, as if scanning about the maw for its target. Then, it becomes firm and rigid, launching directly at you. Like a swift uppercut, the tip of Gilly’s tongue assails your head, whipping you clean out of her mouth like a stray piece of food caught between her teeth. As you are struck, in slow motion, you can make out the cheese sailing through the air back into Gilly’s mouth. You can try and grab a piece of it as a last-ditch effort to keep a portion. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d6b12e96f5c54ef5bf054d641ec0b4eb~mv2.png"> --- [[Grab the Moldy half]] [[Grab the Clean half]]

(set: $GreenBand to true) [["Carried" Through the Tunnels|Carry you.]] - Butt Play, Anal Vore, Pussy Play, Unbirth, Mouth Play, Near Vore [[A Cheesy Offering|Give Gilly the Cheese]] - Mouth Play, Willing Vore, Food Play [[Gilly Lounge Events]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f0933f2cd0c5485fa713858a2cd676ca~mv2.png"> --- (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Rectum]''// You continue down the narrowing corridors of Gilly’s colon. Eventually, you must squeeze past a small bend, revealing to you a tunnel that is slightly different. Here, the walls curve into a triangular shape as opposed to her colons more cylindrical nature. This must be here large intestine. The air here is foggy and heavy with the smell of shit. Further in the distance, the fog of the environment makes visibility difficult. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a03b73cb5bdd4dff8e057579d95824b7~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#4d300f)[[[Venture Deeper|Gilly’s Shit]]] – (text-colour:red)[You might not be able to get back though… ] [[Turn Back|Gillys Anus Inner]] – It’d be too dangerous to go any further…

You get closer to Gilly’s anus. Obediently, the gremlin girl remains in place, unquestioning towards your motives. Yet, she chides you in a brief taunt. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Snacko’s don’t usually like Gilly’s pooper, silly silly!”] She scoots even closer towards the tables edge angling her ass so that her butthole is easily within arm’s reach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9f7d09005f3f441bae071e08fc452826~mv2.png"> --- The tiny hole is anything but at your scale. Compared to the other women, Gilly’s asshole is the smallest and dirtiest, given her antics. The radial lines of her anus are tight and numerous. You even notice flecks of brown dirt caught snugly between the folds and even caked along the perimeter. You hope it’s all dirt… (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Why you like it Snacko?”] With her innocent question, Gilly’s anus flexes tentatively. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_75e1291d93b7443a86bd39d969215a80~mv2.png"> --- (if: $guile >= 1 )[ [[Convince|Gilly safe]] – Tell the Gremlin Girl you just adore the scent and feel of her dirty poop chute. (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)]] [[Stagger|Gilly damage]] – The scent and sight of her dirty rectum is just too much for you to handle.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Asshole]''// You clamor past the edges of Gilly’s garments. The sides of her clothing are soaked with a heavy mixture of her own sweat and lubricants. The fabric squelches beneath your hands as you pry open the muggy interior; opaque white fluid runs down your palms and arms. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5bfb55eed70f40e58f4ac33ecc695b89~mv2.png"> --- Then, you slip your legs and the rest of your body into the hammock like interior of her leotard. Wedged face to face with Gilly’s sticky asshole, you don’t have to do much to garner entrance into her inner world. Now, her anus is within full view, no longer distorted by the translucent membrane of her garments. You grab onto either side of her outer anal lips. It’s hot and ridged, slightly slippery but not so much that you lose your grip. Kicking off against the back of her underwear, you surge headfirst into Gilly’s colon. --- [[Continue|Gillys Anus Inner]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Victory]''//(set: $CoffeeE to 3) (set: $MonroseA to it + 1) (set: $GillyFavor to true) With Gilly distracted, you pull yourself up the rest of the way, standing triumphantly on top of her finger. Still, the Gremlin Girl pays this no mind as she continues to choke. After a couple of moments, the rest of the women realize that Gilly is in trouble. Margo wastes no time in lunging across the table, picking up the tiny gremlin girl and squeezes her firmly between her strong arms. #(text-style:"shudder")[BLEH!] Surging across the table is a soaked piece of gummy. Gilly takes in careful breaths and then smiles. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Heh, Gilly get surprised there. It ok though!”] Margo places Gilly and in turn you back onto the table. Carefully, Gilly loosens the string from you and her finger before patting you tenderly on the head. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel win! Yay! Good game.”] You clean yourself off and set back towards the center of the table. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Gilly]''// The Gremlin Girl looks about erratically, eyes wide with wonder. She squints when gazing at the relatively dim lights of the bar, seems like Gilly is accustomed to darker environments. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_36b434e282234c6fb87ca458a9f01bd7~mv2.png"> --- Periodically, students approach curiously, staring and asking her simple questions like, “What’s wrong with your skin” and “Why are your ears like that?” Gilly simply responds by hissing, bearing her fangs and retorting in defiance. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“There is nothing wrong with Gilly’s skin or ears! Go away!”] You gently tap against Gilly’s hip, and you wonder if you did so at the wrong time. The same sneering face turns toward you, a feral look in her eyes, that of a ravenous predator. In a split second, her disposition shifts to recognition then kindness. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, Gilly sorry Morsel, mean girls just make fun sometimes. It ok though…”] She leaps off the edge of the Bar Top and stands before you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“You come to travel with Gilly?”] Without warning, the Gremlin Girl spins on her heels and lifts her short dress near her bum. Revealed to you, and unfortunately for Melissa too, is Gilly’s bare ass and bits. No underwear to be seen. Melissa contorts her face, “Geez, at least warn us before doing that.” Off to the side, Mistress Monrose lets out a laugh and a hoot. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Bahaha! Now that’s the kind of party I am looking for tonight, yes!”] --- [[Travel with Gilly|Lounge Travel]] – Despite your embarrassment, you could use a lift. [[Decline|Bar Top]] – You don’t need her services just now.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Consumed]''// You opt to try and untie the gummy. Unfortunately, this one is super tight. There’s no loosening this thing. Your fingers fiddle with the knot before you are distracted by a sudden warmth beneath you. #(text-style:"blink")[OMPH!] Your eyes bulge in surprise as you feel your lower half compressed by plush pink lips. Staring back, your waist is completely engulfed by Gilly’s mouth. Her slathering tongue meanders against your legs and nethers, not an entirely bad feeling if the circumstances were different. With her mouth full of YOU Gilly speaks around your body. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mowfel too swoww!” HmmHmm!]] The vibrations of her voice send tickling sensations across your body. Her damp saliva begins to drench the sticky rope. Even if you could pull free of her lips grip, there’s no way you could keep climbing along the length of soaked string. You’ve been caught. With a quick sucking slip, you’re drawn into Gilly’s mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PHWIP!] [[Continue|Gilly Inside Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Consumed]''// Whether too tired or wanting to know certain what lies within Gilly’s depths, you begin to slip down the length of rope towards the widening maw beneath. Gilly, seeing this willingness, smiles ever wider letting out a mew of delight. (text-colour:#6f956f)["Ahhh! Kaha!"] Her mouth stretches ever wider, her tongue drooping low in anticipation for your entrance. Then, her lower lips clamp down on your abdomen. #(text-style:"blink")[OMPH!] Your eyes bulge in gleeful surprise as you feel your lower half compressed by plush pink lips. Your waist is completely engulfed by Gilly’s mouth. Her slathering tongue meanders against your legs and nethers, not an entirely bad feeling if the circumstances were different. With her mouth full of YOU Gilly speaks around your body. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mowfel wan IN Giwwy!” Mmmmm! ]] The vibrations of her voice send tickling sensations across your body. Her damp saliva begins to drench the sticky rope. Even if you could pull free of her lip’s grip, there’s no way you could keep climbing along the length of soaked string. You’ve been caught. With a quick sucking slip, you’re drawn into Gilly’s mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PHWIP!] [[Continue|Gilly Inside Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// Suddenly, the warmth of the Gremlin Girl’s chest lifts away from you. Her face now stares directly down at you. Gilly’s expression is still, unphased, and focused. The look of a predator roused from its slumber. The pupils of her eyes are like thin reptilian slits, as tall as you are, narrow unmoving. Your blood runs cold, did you wake her up too suddenly? Then, Gilly’s disposition changes in an instant. The pupils dilate and the thin crease of her lips turn upwards into a toothy, fang adorned smile. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, Morsel! You wake up Gilly. Hehe, its ok, sometimes naps are fun in cozy spots like here.”] She wiggles her bum in the tight confines of the tunnel’s west passage. Bits of dirt and stone are loosened by her movements. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly make new tunnels all the time, Professor says its important! So, Gilly dig with hands, but then Gilly gets tired…”] #(text-style:"buoy")[YAAAAawwwn…] The Gremlin Girl’s wide maw parts before you, a muggy exhale of stale breath condensing on your body as tiny droplets of spittle dampen your clothes. (text-colour:#6f956f)["So, what does Morsel want?"] --- (t8n-time:2s)+(link:"Ask to get by")[ - Gilly looks at you quizzically for a moment, before shifting her pert bum out of the way. Bits of dirt cascade down upon her behind before revealing a small divot in the wall. The rest of the passage is blocked, or rather, yet to be dug by Gilly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly still working on this part. But we get through soon!”]] [[Ask to travel with Gilly]] – Although going with her can be cramped, depending on where you ask to be put, it’s still faster than walking on your own.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Graceful Hero]''//(set: $CoffeeE to 3) (set: $MonroseA to it + 1) (set: $GillyFavor to true) Without a second thought, you slip swiftly down the length of the string into Gilly’s maw. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3ed04eb185db492fb090173654e3e261~mv2.png"> --- Slamming down onto her undulating tongue, the thing bucks up and down as the Gremlin Girl panics in her state of choking. The slimy bumps rush past your back as you belay over the edge of her esophagus. Staring downwards, the meaty shaft compresses firmly to dislodge the foreign object. Just barely you can make out a glimmer of purple, stuck between the folds of her windpipe. Shimming down further you grasp firmly onto the stuck gummy, pulling it free of the wrong hole. A whoosh of air surges past you as Gilly draws in a greedy breath. The danger may have passed for Gilly, yet here you remain in the depths of her esophagus. You turn to stare warily at the epiglottis, the flap of flesh in charge of preventing such choking encounters. But now, the annoyance has been freed and thus must be swallowed. Subconsciously, Gilly’s body does just that as the esophagus briefly wanes open before clamping down shut on your form. #(text-style:"buoy")[GLRK!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_adc720fff09f43bd818dfdf1ead93112~mv2.png"> --- You and the gummy are squeezed impossibly tight. The slithering walls of Gilly’s widening and closing esophagus ferry you downwards towards her innermost chamber. The stomach. Along your journey, the quick hastened beats of Gilly’s heart thrum out around you. #(text-style:"blink")[BADUM BADUM BADUM BADUM!] Slowly, they begin to settle, fading off into the distance as you get closer to your destination. Then, your feet plant firmly against a knot of muscle before it stretches around your legs and waist. A waft of acidic sweet air greets you as Gilly’s cardiac sphincter squirts and squeezes you out into her gastric chamber. #(text-style:"buoy")[GLORSH!] Yet, you do not plummet. Your body is now fully inside her stomach, with your head resting against the pulsing sphincter above. Here you hang, still tethered by the string thankfully. You gaze at the vast cavern before you. Ridged dark red walls pulse as Gilly’s stomach folds convulse, pulverizing the mush of purple gummies that were swallowed earlier. A burbling puddle of lavender sludge mixed with orange slithers about in the bottom most corners of her belly. Bubbles burst amongst the mire, sending splatters of ichor against your lower half. It stings. You wince, the splashes are only a fragment of what you would experience down here in the gremlin girl’s digestive system, if it were not for your lifeline. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d8501992a50a4d54ae70e171a60fe7fe~mv2.png"> --- The chamber gurgles angrily, expecting another treat. Not wanting to deny Gilly’s stomach any longer, you toss the gummy into the cauldron below. Seemingly thanking your offering, the cardia above you yawns open, a rush of air ferrying you upwards as Gilly releases the pent-up gases produced by her stomach. #(text-style:"rumble")[HARURP!] A combination of the force of the burp and Gilly’s tugging of the string above sends you slithering back up the esophagus. As you crest over the pharynx, Gilly’s uvula bumps against the rear of your head before you are pulled fully out into the open world once again. Coolness settles against your skin as you find yourself amongst a sticky mess of string and candy spit. Turning around, you see the maw you just passed. A weak smile beams down at you. Gilly’s eyes water as she chuckles slightly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Heh, Gilly get surprised there. But Morsel…Morsel save Gilly.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e711d4e014a54e93aa9b5ed8c151fe0a~mv2.png"> --- She closes her eyes tight before leaning in and nuzzling her cheek against you without warning. Her cheeks are flushed and warm, albeit a little damp from the recent choking tears. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_846b1068a381400cb6000a62979513f1~mv2.png"> --- Then, she whispers so quietly that only you can hear. Her voice is bright and clear, lacking her characteristic broken English. (text-colour:cyan)[“Thank you. None other than the Professor have ever been this kind to me.” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_eaea98bd40f44f53aac111bb8aa3ea61~mv2.png"> --- Shocked, you wonder if someone else was speaking for her. Then, the Gremlin Girl pulls away and smiles again. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Thanks Morsel! Game is tie then!”] Her characteristic tone and bubbly demeanor taking over once more as if she wasn’t moments from choking to death. For the others, the event was a quick blip, barely noticeable whatsoever. It’s not uncommon for the ravenous Gilly to gulp down food and choke every once in a while. You clean off the spittle as Gilly’s gaze flicks about the room, searching for more snacks. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pleasure]''// Gilly squeals in delight with your response. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel so nice!”]Gilly moves slightly, scooching her crotch so that her clitoral hood is directly aligned with you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“You touch Gilly’s fun spot!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea377a8cd2374d6b8f16ce666f980968~mv2.png"> --- You approach the plush pillowy lips of the Gremlin Girl’s vagina. Her clit is buried deep beneath her feminine folds. It’d be difficult to reach that area. As if answering your thoughts, Gilly’s index and middle fingers reach towards her pussy, before spreading the lips wide. The scope of her vagina has now changed radically. Moisture begins to percolate about, no doubt from the humidity of her inner world wafting out to greet you. The scent is rich and sour, coating your nose and tongue with a heavy flavor. A wall of glistening pink stares back at you. Her vaginal canal is impossibly small with strings of creamy white discharge coating the interior. Higher up, her clitoral hood is now spread apart revealing a tiny rose-pink nub that twitches, no doubt from its recent exposure. Her words now rich with desire, Gilly calls back to you pleadingly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Please Morsel, it’s sensitive! Hurry!” ] Unwilling to wait any longer, you press your body against the hot sticky embrace of Gilly’s vagina. The white creamy discharge plasters into your form, sour and slightly sweet against your tongue. You reach up with both hands towards her engorged clit. Vigorously you rub the nub with all your strength. With a mind of its own, Gilly’s clit surges and twitches, pulling you up and down. You hang on as the simple reactions of Gilly’s privates toss you about. Suddenly, her thighs on either side clench closed, sealing you in darkness. Further up through her massive body, Gilly squeals. Her body begins to shudder and shake as she enters the throws of orgasm. #(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"shudder")[KYAAAA!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1b9ce272e0c24570b72e4d5584471b63~mv2.png"> --- A sudden deluge of hot clear fluid surges past your waist and legs, having emanated from Gilly’s vaginal canal. The flood is too much, and your grip loosens from the slick cum. You’re sent careening backwards along with a rush of goopy female cum. Excess squirts of fluid spit out from Gilly’s vagina onto your prone body, coating you in the hot fluid from head to toe. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Haa, haa. Gilly feel…nice…Mmmm, thank you Morsel.”] Gilly’s massive thighs and snatch close as she turns back towards you with a weak smile, a slight bit of sweat dotting her brow. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, eyes staring at you longingly with desire. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Gilly Idle")]

(set: $question1 to true)(set: $question2 to true)(set: $question3 to true)(set: $question4 to true)(set: $question5 to true)(set: $question6 to true)(set: $question7 to true)(set: $GillyFriend to true) Blearily, you open your eyes. Being carried around inside some Gremlin Girl’s fist is a tumultuous ordeal to say the least. You wipe the dirt from your form and stare about. Above you, a blinding white spotlight shines down upon your form. You’re currently standing on a cold metallic medical pan. Further past the blinding light, you make out what looks to be a makeshift lab. Various pieces of equipment, devices and vials line the interior of a small stone basement room, reminiscent of a medieval catacomb. Farther off in the distance, a cast iron chrome grate can be seen on the far North end of the room, crouched ferally beside it is Gilly, staring back at you with those glowing orange eyes. “Stand, if you are capable.” You turn, a deep commanding voice with a German accent ushers out from above. The tone is husky yet feminine. A wall of white stands before you. Not light, no, a lab coat. Craning your head back, something you’re very used to at this point, you stare up towards the source of the voice. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b05d54d857274e0bbcf3fd93e93b02bf~mv2.png"> --- Arms crossed; a tall (even given your stature) lithe woman looks down upon you disparagingly. Thin creases form along her unpainted lips. Years of scowling must have developed these wrinkles faster than the average person. She adjusts a set of horn-rimmed glasses as she leans down to get a better look at your form. Piercing green eyes study your body as if you are some specimen as opposed to a living human being. She brushes aside a stray lock of gold hair revealing her previously covered left eye. A gruesome scar runs down vertically from top to bottom. She then raises back up to her full height and huffs before turning back towards Gilly. “Excellent work Gilly. You have brought me one that is not a Mechanoid.” Gilly’s eyes light up, the sharp grin widening, tongue lolling out, and drool seeping out from the sides of her maw. The Professor reaches a hand into her lab coat, pulling out a squirming girl, bound and tied, tiny like you, before tossing her casually towards Gilly like some sort of treat. From her crouched position, Gilly leaps up and snatches the tiny girl in mid air within her maw, before quickly gulping her down. ##(text-style:"buoy")[GLM!] Gilly closes her eyes in pleasure, feeling the squirming mass slide down her neck. Urap! (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mmmm, tasty Snacko!”] Swallowed and gone. Gilly, your previous captor, just consumed some girl like she was nothing! Standing in disbelief, you gawk at the sight before you. The events occurring in this Manor are truly absurd. “I have seen that look before. Do not worry, she was synthetic, no feeling, no emotions, nothing.” Shaking your head in confusion, you stare up at the unamused face of the Professor. Despite her title, you do not recognize her as faculty. It appears there are many more explanations to be had here. [[Continue|Professor Questions]]

(set: $question1 to true)(set: $question2 to true)(set: $question3 to true)(set: $question4 to true)(set: $question5 to true)(set: $question6 to true)(set: $question7 to true) Blearily, you open your eyes. Being carried around inside some Gremlin Girl’s fist is a tumultuous ordeal to say the least. You wipe the dirt from your form and stare about. Above you, a blinding white spotlight shines down upon your form. You’re currently standing on a cold metallic medical pan. Further past the blinding light, you make out what looks to be a makeshift lab. Various pieces of equipment, devices and vials line the interior of a small stone basement room, reminiscent of a medieval catacomb. Farther off in the distance, a cast iron chrome grate can be seen on the far North end of the room, crouched ferally beside it is Gilly, staring back at you with those glowing orange eyes. “Stand, if you are capable.” You turn, a deep commanding voice with a German accent ushers out from above. The tone is husky yet feminine. A wall of white stands before you. Not light, no, a lab coat. Craning your head back, something you’re very used to at this point, you stare up towards the source of the voice. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b05d54d857274e0bbcf3fd93e93b02bf~mv2.png"> --- Arms crossed; a tall (even given your stature) lithe woman looks down upon you disparagingly. Thin creases form along her unpainted lips. Years of scowling must have developed these wrinkles faster than the average person. She adjusts a set of horn-rimmed glasses as she leans down to get a better look at your form. Piercing green eyes study your body as if you are some specimen as opposed to a living human being. She brushes aside a stray lock of gold hair revealing her previously covered left eye. A gruesome scar runs down vertically from top to bottom. She then raises back up to her full height and huffs before turning back towards Gilly. “Excellent work Gilly. You have brought me one that is not a Mechanoid.” Gilly’s eyes light up, the sharp grin widening, tongue lolling out, and drool seeping out from the sides of her maw. The Professor reaches a hand into her lab coat, pulling out a squirming girl, bound and tied, tiny like you, before tossing her casually towards Gilly like some sort of treat. From her crouched position, Gilly leaps up and snatches the tiny girl in mid air within her maw, before quickly gulping her down. ##(text-style:"buoy")[GLM!] Gilly closes her eyes in pleasure, feeling the squirming mass slide down her neck. Urap! (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Mmmm, tasty Snacko!”] Swallowed and gone. Gilly, your previous captor, just consumed some girl like she was nothing! Standing in disbelief, you gawk at the sight before you. The events occurring in this Manor are truly absurd. “I have seen that look before. Do not worry, she was synthetic, no feeling, no emotions, nothing.” Shaking your head in confusion, you stare up at the unamused face of the Professor. Despite her title, you do not recognize her as faculty. It appears there are many more explanations to be had here. [[Continue|Professor Questions]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Fragrant Asshole]''// Before you can barely answer yes, forming the word in your mouth, Gilly’s butthole continues to spread wide before a tiny black slit forms in the center. #(text-style:"rumble")[PHHHRP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7ff2fd2c180943a1b3ccb861c810330e~mv2.png"> --- A concentrated stream of muggy hot air billows past her tiny anal hole, surging directly into your body. You’re knocked off your feet in an instant by the powerful yet tiny fart. Quickly, Gilly turns her head back to stare at you, momentarily worried before seeing you flat on your ass. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Kaha! Gilly’s stinky air cause Morsel to fall! Kahahah!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_99afd5af7d6045d5beb1afdbc027f369~mv2.png"> --- (text-style:"buoy")[Phrp…phrap.] Each laugh sends more teensy farts puttering out of her cute asshole, a fleck of dirt even flies towards you. You stand up and brush yourself off. At the side, Agatha’s mouth is agape in surprise. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Daaamn dude, you’re nasty!”] Her surprised expression then shifts once more to a sinister grin. (text-colour:#675f70)[“Heh, and so am I.”] Agatha’s eyebrows waggle as she slaps her own ass. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Gilly Idle")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Defeated by Gilly]''// #(text-style:"rumble")[WA-BLAM!] Another strike from Gilly’s bits sends you careening onto your back. You can’t move anymore; your body is just too battered from the constant attacks from this Gremlin Girl. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Snacko not move? Ok, Gilly keep going then!”] The jade hued giantess’s words fill you with dread. She’s going to keep at it. #(text-style:"rumble")[WAM! SHLAP!] The pummeling force of Gilly’s nether region is too much for your minimized form to handle. Eventually, your vision clouds and your breath hitches in your chest. There’s no surviving this one. Ultimately your last sight is that of a greenish hued blur crested by speckles of red. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a9dc4be130c640b7be65da57005d08f6~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly]''// You stand before Gilly. The green hued gremlin girl sits patiently, eyes locked with the candy string in front of her. As you get closer for a brief moment her eyes shift towards you! (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel, you play game with Gilly?!”] She points expectantly at the candy string. You think back to Laura. Monrose said she could be hidden anywhere, even IN some of your friends. You wouldn’t hold it against Gilly to have gobbled up Laura, assuming she might be a ‘snacko.’ --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5ce1fa0ec9fb402a906cdd6580ddc2ad~mv2.png"> --- [[Ask Gilly if she ate Laura]] – Best to be direct with the Gremlin Girl. [[Ask Gilly to show you her behind]] – Got to be thorough. [[Ask Gilly to show you her mouth]] – A dangerous spot but still worth checking. You notice a small item stored beneath Gilly's Dress - (text-colour:green)[ [[Ask her to show it to you]]] (if: $CoffeeE is 1) [ [[Approach the Candy String]] – Maybe Gilly will become more focused after dealing with the string. ] (if: $CoffeeE is 2)[ [[Approach the Candy String|Candy Game]] - With the extra candies, you can augment the string. ] (if: $CoffeeE is 3)[ [[Approach the Candy String|Candy Game]] - You can play again with some extra candies. ] [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly]''// You stand before Gilly. The green hued gremlin girl sits patiently, eyes locked with you. You're nothing more than a potential meal for her. She does not speak nor regard you as anything more than sustenance. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5ce1fa0ec9fb402a906cdd6580ddc2ad~mv2.png"> --- You wonder how exactly you're going to go about this situation, given that you'll need to pleasure her in some way to gain Monrose's favor. [(if: $guile is >=1) [[Convince]] – Explain to Gilly you're more than just food and you can please her in "other" ways. (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)] (if: $guile is <1)[You're out of guile! Your nerves are preventing you from reacting calmly.]] [[Willing Meal]] – You think you can handle the innards of this Gremlin Girl. Especially since you've got the Black Cat Brew in case things go wrong on the inside... [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery2]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Inside Gilly's Maw]''//(set: $CoffeeE to 3) (set: $MonroseA to it + 3) (set: $GillyFavor to true) The world around you goes dim. Rays of light dance through the lips of your captor as she savors your flavor. Gilly’s tongue compresses you roughly against her palette, squeezing your body as a gush of saliva washes past you. Rivers of sticky candy laced spittle coat you from head to toe, mixing into a flavor that the Gremlin Girl absolutely loves. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_21035939640946a78b3a782308679282~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blur","buoy")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[MMMMMM!!!! YUM YMMM!]] Her moans of pleasure cascade about the cramped moist chamber. The tongue proceeds to push you back and forth roughly, squeezing your nethers into a tight compression. The tiny, ridged tastebuds massage your privates, sending a rush of pleasure through your body. She is savoring you, your taste, your very essence. You can’t help but give her more. Release. You feel your body convulse in climax, your own fluids intermixing with Gilly’s. The meandering of her tongue comes to a stop as a new flavor presents itself to the Gremlin Girl. #(text-style:"blur")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[Mmmm?]] The mouth tips down as light re-enters your world. You squint your eyes as you are roughly deposited onto the center table. Clearing your eyes of the sticky candy spittle, you stare up at Gilly, her face a mix of joy and curiosity. Her free hand rests an index finger against her chin as she inquisitively mulls around the new flavor in her mouth before swallowing deeply. #(text-style:"buoy")[(text-colour:#6f956f)[Glm.]] Then, Gilly’s eyes go wide, ears perked up high. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“AHHHH! WOW! Morsel make a new flavor!”] The delighted woman bounces up and down on her seat in joy, relishing in the aftertaste of your orgasm. Then, her hands plant down on either side of you, her tongue lulling out, fangs bared as a predatory look shifts her cuteness to that of animalistic lust. #(text-colour:#6f956f)[“MORE!”] The mouth looms closer, the string game all but an afterthought at this point. You brace yourself, expecting to take a one-way ticket to her stomach before a voice calls out from behind you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Gilly wait! You won, no more, ok?”] Off to the side, Agatha has grabbed Gilly’s shoulder, pulling her away from you. Startled, the Gremlin girl’s crazed expression shifts to that of innocence once more. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, Gilly sorry, hehe.”] She proceeds to pat you roughly on the head. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly win game, yay! Sorry, you lose Morsel.” ] It doesn’t feel like you lost there, and you assume Gilly won far more than she had bargained for. The two of you stare at one another. A knowing look in the Gremlin Girl’s still stare. You meet her gaze, lust and yearning filling you to your very core. Both of you want that again. She smiles down at you warmly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Thank you, Morsel, we play that game again soon.”] Her tender small cheeks blush orange as you return to the center of the table. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels with Gilly]''// After a tumultuous journey through the narrow tunnels and venting of the Manor’s interior, Gilly finally relieves you from your containment, dries you off with a quick wipe of your form along her leotard and then places you just outside of the Lab's chrome grate. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Come back here if Morsel wants to leave."] --- [[Continue|Lab Exploration2]]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $Gillytrust to true)(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true)(set: $YellowBand to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1)(set: $FreeGilly to 2)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link:"Free the Gremlin!")[(go-to:"Free Gilly")] - Aware, Near Vore, Mouth Play, Butt Play, Pussy Play

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Demon]''// The comparatively small Gremlin Girl stands defiant against the demonic floating monolith before her. A standoff ensues between Gilly and Mistress Monrose. Gilly’s dagger, still lodged within Monrose’s chest, glints dimly in the light as the Mistress reaches for the hilt. With a swift yank, she pulls the weapon free of her body. Black ash, like grains of sand, pours out from the wound before sealing back up in an instant. Gilly wavers, stricken with fear and astonishment as the demonic woman heals from what would have been a fatal wound. The cut sealing with sickly meaty sounds. (text-color:#6f956f)[“Wha-wha…you can’t…”] Stutters the small hero. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ca28622ec9f54502b5b2508550bd838f~mv2.png"> --- (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Oh, but I can my tiny little experiment. You see, you’ve gone way over your head here this time.”] Idly, Monrose twirls the dagger expertly in her fingers as she talks down to Gilly. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8c436af2868a48678a76a0d912155345~mv2.png"> --- (text-color:#a40aeb)[“My sisters and I agreed that letting you run amuck within the murky depths of our manor would be of no harm, in fact, it was quite amusing seeing you trounce about. You filthy little thing you!”] Coos Monrose chidingly. Gilly grits her teeth in resentment. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Oh, but that FIRE that burns within you so, the same desirable essence that your friend has too! And quite the timing may I say!”] At this moment, Mistress Monrose points down at you, now standing adjacent to Gilly’s side. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“The both of you are seemingly immune to my charms, unlike your other friends.”] She beckons to Margo and Agatha, both still fighting amongst themselves erratically. A twirl of semi naked creamy white bodies writhing around in a mix of anger and pleasure. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“See how they languish and writhe in unstoppable desire. That is my gift to them and to many others who OBEY!”] Once more, the demon’s voice echoes through the chamber, the force causing you and Gilly both to falter, collapsing to the ground. #THRUM! Gilly falls onto her back beside you and in a flash of red-light Monrose appears above the small girl. Defying gravity, the demon floats above Gilly, her feet pointed bobbing up and down. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e1c3d025a9cb4a88b41f0e423ee9712f~mv2.png"> --- The Mistress then lands down hard overtop the girl, straddling her sides and leaning down over Gilly’s prone form. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4bcd5a68517c4d54bf07092f6b256343~mv2.png"> --- Monrose’s wide smile leans in closer, inches away from Gilly’s own squirming face. The demon cups Gilly’s chin in a rough grab, inspecting her delicate features. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Hmm, seems like we may have been wrong about you Gillian. Joan’s experiments may have proven successful! You may have what it takes to be a sister of ours after all.”] You right yourself and stare in fear at the scene that unfolds before you. Powerless to do anything at your minimized state, you watch as the once boisterous idol with billowing purple hair now roughly handles your green friend. Monrose’s aura, glowing red and white hair flowing upwards fills you with morbid fascination. Without even looking in your direction, her free hand reaches out in a flash and grasps you roughly. She pulls you over the prone Gilly. Her other hand clenches the dagger, gliding the edge over the squirming girl’s cheeks. Tears begin to cascade from the corners of Gillian’s eyes. Once more, in a warbled grating tone, Monrose speaks, (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Well then, either you’ll turn into a wonderous asset of mine, or you’ll die in the process. LET’S FIND OUT SHALL WE!?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_84ffedd3747346dd8ace813843d7c068~mv2.png"> --- Without warning, Monrose twirls the dagger in her fingers, straightening the blade and plunging it down towards Gilly’s left orange eye. [[Continue|…]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Mouth]''// Pwah! Gilly upside down maw is a sight to behold. Rows of razor sharp teeth line the entrance to her digestive system. You can’t help but wonder what kind of girl has such incisors and what they would even be used for? As a matter of fact, why is her skin even green, what is she?! You’re not given much time to think or even consider the situation as an eager prodding finger nudges you closer to the girl’s waiting maw. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7c790108489f4b61aa16fc9950b92ff0~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Huwy Mosel!”] States Gilly, mouth still agape. From your angle, the roof of her maw, the hard palate, is the first step you make into her mouth. The firm ridges are slick with saliva. Fearing you may slip; you try and grab onto one of her many sharp incisors and wince as you scrape your palm against the edges. Like shark teeth, even the points are serrated. Whatever meals Gilly consumes are meant to stay IN her maw, and not escape. Fully inside her mouth now, wiggling tongue above you, the sharp teeth clack shut swiftly behind. ##(text-style:"blink")[SNAP!] Semi darkness inside her maw reduces what little light you had already to a tiny sliver through her sharp teeth. Then, your body tumbles about erratically as Gilly shifts her head to become level once more. You freefall for a split second before landing upon her tongue. The world suddenly shifts about, knocking you too and frow as Gilly begins to move again once more. ##(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Stay put Morsel, we see Professor soon!”]] Specks of light fill the chamber as Gilly talks around your form. The muffled sounds of your captor emanate as a deep rumble around you, originating from the tight throat further back. Seems like she is moving somewhere. You’ll need to decide what to do from here on out. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Tongue]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ The bumpy ridges of her tastebuds keep you in place, preventing you from sliding forward towards her front teeth. They point backwards towards her dark gaping throat behind you. Running your palm along the surface, it feels almost like sandpaper. Gilly’s entire maw is designed to consume and trap prey. You hope that you’ve made the right choice.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the slick pink tongue towards her gaping throat. Whooshes of air pass by you periodically as the girl breathes. The smell is damp and reeks of meat. The tastebuds, once resistant are instead slippery as you travel further back, almost ushering you towards her esophagus. As you reach the precipice of the throat, you stare over the ridge tentatively. A flap of skin opens and closes in tandem with the girls breath. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. There is a sudden powerful flex of muscle, as the girl’s tongue presses you roughly against the roof of her mouth before depositing you back down towards the center. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["MMMMM!"] ] ]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:60s)[Eventually, Gilly's movements seem to settle for a brief moment, before you are ushered out of her sweltering maw into a cold world of blinding white light. [[Continue|Gilly Destination]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Mouth]''// Semi darkness inside her maw reduces what little light you had already to a tiny sliver through her sharp teeth. Your world tumbles about erratically as Gilly shifts. You freefall for a split second before landing upon her tongue. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cf6c712cdb3c4d13956ef56ce0aaaf8a~mv2.png"> --- The chamber suddenly moves about, knocking you too and frow as Gilly begins to move again once more. ##(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] Seems like she is moving once more. You’ll need to decide what to do from here on out. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Tongue]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ The bumpy ridges of her tastebuds keep you in place, preventing you from sliding forward towards her front teeth. They point backwards towards her dark gaping throat behind you. Running your palm along the surface, it feels almost like sandpaper. Gilly’s entire maw is designed to consume and trap prey. You hope that you’ve made the right choice.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the slick pink tongue towards her gaping throat. Whooshes of air pass by you periodically as the girl breathes. The smell is damp and reeks of meat. The tastebuds, once resistant are instead slippery as you travel further back, almost ushering you towards her esophagus. As you reach the precipice of the throat, you stare over the ridge tentatively. A flap of skins opens and closes in tandem with the girls breath. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. There is a sudden powerful flex of muscle, as the girl’s tongue presses you roughly against the roof of her mouth before depositing you back down towards the center. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["MMMMM!"]] ]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From inside her mouth, Gilly should be able to hear you if you direct her to a location. Direct Gilly to the [[Lab|Oral Expulsion Lab]]. Direct Gilly to the [[East Hall|Oral Explusion East Hall]]. Direct Gilly to the [[Lounge|Oral Explusion Lounge]]. (if: $Cheese2 is true)[You still have the clean piece of cheese in your position. You may be able to give Gilly a treat. That might have some unintended consequences though... [[Offer Cheese]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Enter the Pentagram]''//(set: $MonroseA to it + 3) (set: $GillyFavor to true) You rush into the blood red rune just as Gilly’s maw clacks at your heels. Then, a bright flash of red light behind you. SLICK! THRUM! (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Kya!” ] As the blinding ruby light subsides you turn around. The pentagram shielded you from Gilly’s bite. The pained gremlin girl snarls and snaps like a wounded beast. A tiny slice can be seen pouring out a decent dollop of blood from her lip, the same maw that tried to devour you. She bites the bleeding lip, savoring the taste of her own lifeblood. Feral eyes alight with even more fervor. Nashing jaws snap at the edge of the pentagram. You curl up against the far edge of the dome, praying that the magical rune holds. Behind you, the ever watching looming mass that is Mistress Monrose merely chuckles. Her heavy breasts bounce alongside her massive gut with each mirthful laugh. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha, seems like you’ve finally attuned to more sinister whims little fan, ever closer to becoming a dutiful slave of mine. Embrace your devilish side and more boons shall come your way! Keep it up and you shall make an excellent slave of mine.”] Eventually, the gremlin girl tires and snarls angrily in her seat. Noticing this, Monrose flicks her head in the smaller girl’s direction. No words escape her mouth, no laugh, no command. Just a look is enough to let the beast know that her time with you has come to an end. The now tamed gremlin girl merely whimpers, having lost the chance at filling her empty belly. [[Continue|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - RUN!]''// You rush back towards the center of the table, you did what you had to do, you made her cum after all. Yet, all around you, the cold dead eyes of the woman stare down at your body with either hunger, stupor, bloodlust or eagerness. There’s no help here for someone like you. Gilly, now in predator drive, lunges towards you with sharp teeth bared. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Rargh! Gilly eat Snacko now like all the rest! Snackos ARE FOOD!”] Then, you see it. The pentagram. Its blood red glow calls to you. A beacon. A chance. You’d do anything to survive here, regardless of the consequences. --- [[Enter the Pentagram|Gilly Pentagram]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Willing Meal]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Rectum]''// The hole is impossibly tight, pinning your arms on either side as your head passes into Gilly’s inner world. Sweltering heat and a miasma of foggy air fills your lungs as you are passed through her anal folds, head breaching into her rectum. SLOP! The rest of your body past your shoulders slides in with relative ease, leaving you in a heap just below the opening of her asshole behind you. In front of you, a pulsing tunnel of deep red undulates, walls coated with a slick layer of yellow brown mucus. The place reeks of filth, but is at least bearable and wide enough to crouch, you won’t suffocate it seems. The world suddenly shifts about, knocking you too and frow as Gilly begins to move again once more. ##(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Stay put Morsel, we see Professor soon!”]] The muffled sounds of your captor emanate as a deep rumble from far above. Seems like she is moving somewhere. You’ll need to decide what to do from here on out. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Anal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The anal walls are slimy and ridged. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same sour filthy tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder, recalling that each and every day this very chamber passes an enormous load of waste to be expelled past the very same hole that you just ENTERED. Your captor then responds, having felt your touch. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Mmm, that felt good, Morsel"]] It appears Gilly seemed to like that.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the narrow fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the slicker and grimier the floor and walls become. The ichor even takes on a tanner tone. As you round the bend, the ground beneath you undulates in a wave of peristalsis. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["No further Morsel! You will get lost in Gilly!"] ]]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from inside it's futile. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Patient Morsel, we see Professor soon!"]]]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:60s)[Eventually, the air within your lungs begins to become entirely replaced with Gilly's own anal air. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter as you drift into [[blackness.|Gilly Destination]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Rectum]''// The hole is impossibly tight, pinning your arms on either side as your head passes into Gilly’s inner world. Sweltering heat and a miasma of foggy air fills your lungs as you are passed through her anal folds, head breaching into her rectum. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0584f41bbed74a9883418653a552512f~mv2.png"> --- SLOP! The rest of your body past your shoulders slides in with relative ease, leaving you in a heap just below the opening of her asshole behind you. In front of you, a pulsing tunnel of deep red undulates, walls coated with a slick layer of yellow brown mucus. The place reeks of filth, but is at least bearable and wide enough to crouch, you won’t suffocate it seems. The world suddenly shifts about, knocking you too and frow as Gilly begins to move again once more. ##(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] The muffled sounds of your captor emanate as a deep rumble from far above. Seems like she is moving once more. You’ll need to decide what to do from here on out. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Anal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The anal walls are slimy and ridged. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same sour filthy tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder, recalling that each and every day this very chamber passes an enormous load of waste to be expelled past the very same hole that you just ENTERED. Your captor then responds, having felt your touch. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")["Mmm, that felt good, Morsel"] ] It appears Gilly seemed to like that.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the narrow fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the slicker and grimier the floor and walls become. The ichor even takes on a tanner tone. As you round the bend, the ground beneath you undulates in a wave of peristalsis. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")["No further Morsel! You will get lost in Gilly!"] ] ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from inside it's futile. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")["Stay put Morsel!"] ] ]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From inside her anus, Gilly still may be able to hear you if you direct her to a location. Direct Gilly to the [[Lab|Anal Expulsion Lab]] Direct Gilly to the [[East Hall|Anal Explusion East Hall]] Direct Gilly to the [[Lounge|Anal Expulsion Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Savage Stomach]''// Dimly lit, Gilly's stomach is massive. You are maybe about a few feet away from the cardiac sphincter. The ridged pink walls crush in against your sides, tingling you with their already acid soaked membranes. A thick pool of bubbling acid rests at the lowest ends of her stomach, nearest to the pyloric sphincter leading to her intestines. There is very little present within the dark depths of Gilly's insides. Her stomach is fiercely efficient, breaking down most substances very quickly it seems. A bubble pops moistly within the pool as the chamber slowly expands. Then, the cardiac sphincter above your head opens a couple of inches with a whooshing sound. ##(text-colour:lime)[(text-style:"rumble")[URP!]] You take in shaky breaths. You've been in stomach's before, given your career path, yet here in Gilly's opressive stomach, you struggle to think of any way to survive... --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Massage Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You rub, caress and soothe the thick stomach lining in hopes of pleasing Gilly's stomach. The organ merely gurgles around you. Nope, food enters and food stays.] ] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the burning pool of muck at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the bubbling mire, you search through the sludge and locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength yet are unable to make an opening.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from here it's futile...]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There is no way you can persist in this caustic chamber. You can simply (text-colour:red)[[[accept your fate|Accept fate Gilly]]] as a mistaken snack for Gilly. (if: $GillyGas is true)[Alternatively, as a last-ditch effort to survive this ordeal, you notice the moldy piece of cheese from earlier stuck between a groove in Gilly’s stomach lining. It appears it has yet to assimilate with her insides. You could try and [[dislodge the cheese.]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Tunnels with Gilly]''// (set: $GillyTravel to true) Currently you are travelling with Gilly. The world tosses about you in the sweltering satchel set beneath her armpit. Spicy perspiration coats the sides of the case, yet it’s for the most part comfortable. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Smell Pit]<c1| [Lick Sweat]<c2| []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[It's spicy and heady. Almost too much to bear. Yet, there is a heavy musk of pheromones lining the smell. There are no hairs in sight in her armpit.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[It tastes impossibly salty with a faintness of sweet. You shudder, a mix of pleasure and revulsion coursing through you. A tiny chuckle emanates from above. Gilly is only a little bit ticklish.]]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f0933f2cd0c5485fa713858a2cd676ca~mv2.png"> --- Direct Gilly to the [[East Hall Grate]]. Direct Gilly to the [[Lab|Gilly Lab Travel]]. (if: $Gillytrust is true)[[Ask to be moved to another spot]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pussy]''// You get closer to Gilly’s vagina. Obediently, the gremlin girl remains in place, unquestioning towards your motives. Yet, she chides in a brief taunt. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Snackos always like Gilly’s naughty place, come close!”] She scoots even closer towards the table’s edge angling her hips so that her pussy is easily within arm’s reach. She leans on the side of the stool for support, allowing her to bring up her nethers closer to you. The tiny slit is anything but at your scale. Compared to the other woman, Gilly’s vagina is the smallest and dirtiest, given her antics. The thin vaginal lips keep her vagina looking taught and tight. Despite the neatness of her lips, you notice flecks of brown dirt caught snugly between the folds and even caked along the perimeter. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Does Snacko want to make Gilly feel good?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_091728d612ed4b6f90e2877deed699f3~mv2.png"> --- (if: $guile >= 1 )[ [[Convince|Gilly safe V]] – Tell the Gremlin Girl you just adore the scent and feel of her filthy love canal. (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)]] [[Stagger|Gilly damage V]] – The scent and sight of her dirty vagina is just too much for you to handle.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Vagina]''// SHLIP! Sliding past the velvety folds of Gilly’s outer vaginal lips, you find yourself in a slick pink chamber. Mucosa sits heavily upon your form weighing you down making movement in this tight chamber difficult. The air around you is foggy with the heavy smells of the girl’s body; sour and also a tinge of sweetness linger about. The world suddenly shifts about, knocking you too and frow as Gilly begins to move again once more. ##(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Stay put Morsel, we see Professor soon!”]] The muffled sounds of your captor emanate as a deep rumble from far above. Seems like she is moving somewhere. You’ll need to decide what to do from here on out. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Vaginal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The vaginal walls are slick and pliant. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same sour sweet tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder. Your captor then responds, having felt your touch. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Mmm, that felt good, Morsel"]] It appears Gilly seemed to like that. The walls around you begin to emanate an increased amount of vaginal fluid. Better not do that again, lest you drown in her pussy juices.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the slick pink fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the heavier the scent of sex becomes. As you reach the end of her vaginal canal, denoted by a large donut shaped orifice, the ground beneath you undulates in a wave of kegel flexing. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["No further Morsel! You no go that deep in Gilly!"]] ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the divide open, but from inside it's futile. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Patient Morsel, we see Professor soon!"]]]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:60s)[Eventually, the air within your lungs begins to become entirely replaced with the Creepy Girl's own pussy air. Slowly, your eyes begin to flutter as you drift into [[blackness.|Gilly Destination]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Vagina]''// SHLIP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1e50e84c67ac4797b6cc134924c88fe7~mv2.png"> --- Sliding past the velvety folds of Gilly’s outer vaginal lips, you find yourself in a slick pink chamber. Mucosa sits heavily upon your form weighing you down making movement in this tight chamber difficult. The air around you is foggy with the heavy smells of the girl’s body; sour and also a tinge of sweetness linger about. The world suddenly shifts about, knocking you too and frow as Gilly begins to move again once more. ##(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM THM!] The muffled sounds of your captor emanate as a deep rumble from far above. Seems like she is moving once more. You’ll need to decide what to do from here on out. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Vaginal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The vaginal walls are slick and pliant. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same sour sweet tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder. Your captor then responds, having felt your touch. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")["Mmm, that felt good, Morsel"]] It appears Gilly seemed to like that. The walls around you begin to emanate an increased amount of vaginal fluid. Better not do that again, lest you drown in her pussy juices.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the slick pink fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the heavier the scent of sex becomes. As you reach the end of her vaginal canal, denoted by a large donut shaped orifice, the ground beneath you undulates in a wave of kegel flexing. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")["No further Morsel! You no go that deep in Gilly!"]] ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the divide open, but from inside it's futile. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[ (text-style:,"blur")["Stay put Morsel!"]]]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From inside her vagina, Gilly still may be able to hear you if you direct her to a location. Direct Gilly to the [[Lab|Vaginal Expulsion Lab]] Direct Gilly to the [[East Hall|Vaginal Explusion East Hall]] Direct Gilly to the [[Lounge|Vaginal Expulsion Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Pussy]''// You clamor past the edges of Gilly’s leotard. The sides of her clothing are soaked with a heavy mixture of her own sweat and lubricants. The garment squelches beneath your hands as you pry open the muggy interior; opaque white fluid runs down your palms and arms. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_796011c2318443ef811af4f1a86750f6~mv2.png"> --- Then, you slip your legs and the rest of your body into the hammock like interior of her leotard. Wedged face to face with Gilly’s sopping snatch, you don’t have to do much to garner entrance into her inner world. Now, her vagina is within full view, no longer distorted by the translucent membrane of her garments. You grab onto either side of her inner labia. It’s warm and smooth, slightly slippery but not so much that you lose your grip. Kicking off against the back of her underwear, you surge headfirst into Gilly’s vagina. --- [[Continue|Gillys Vagina Inner]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Vagina]''// You assess the donut shaped valve at the end of Gilly’s vaginal canal. It very much resembles the other sphincters found in her body, except this one has a thick creamy fluid dribbling down from its center. You gingerly stroke your palms through the flowing cascade of secretions. It’s much sticker and viscous than the rest of the fluids found in here. Periodically, the valve splays just slightly, about the size of your head. It reveals a deep red chamber, wider than the one you currently find yourself in. Her uterus… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_24b4b25b0add4e9d8d3fffaed5a82f68~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:red)[[[Venture Deeper|Gilly’s Womb]]] – You might not be able to get back though… [[Turn Back|Gillys Vagina Inner]] – It’d be too dangerous to go any further…

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pleasure]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Gilly Health Death")] The smell and sight of this green Gremlin’s anus is too much to handle. Revulsion swells up deep within your innards and fear that you may lose your lunch. Then, to make matters worse, Gilly’s butthole continues to spread wide before a tiny black slit forms in the center. #(text-style:"rumble")[PHHHRP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7ff2fd2c180943a1b3ccb861c810330e~mv2.png"> --- A concentrated stream of muggy hot air billows past her tiny anal hole, surging directly into your body. You’re knocked off your feet in an instant by the powerful yet tiny fart. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Kaha! Gilly’s stinky air cause Snacko to fall! Kahahah!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_99afd5af7d6045d5beb1afdbc027f369~mv2.png"> --- (text-style:"buoy")[Phrp…phrap.] Each laugh sends more teensy farts puttering out of her cute asshole, a fleck of dirt even flies towards you. Immediately you wretch, the blast of fetid air diminishing your fortitude. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok Morsel, make me feel good now!”] (text-colour:magenta)[[[Massage Anus]<c1| [Smell Anus]<c2| [Lick Anus]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You plant your hands firmly against the tacky orifice. Immediately a greasy film sticks between your fingers, the oily slime interconnecting the space between your digits in a see-through web of muck. The smell is earthy and foul at the same time. Soon you realize that your massage is more akin to a cleaning effort, as your hands begin to dislodge bits and pieces of solid filth. Dirt and grime come free with relative ease. You flick away the debris. Thankfully, through either cleaning or massaging, Gilly seems to enjoy the process regardless. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Keh Keh, Snacko finding bits of other Snacko’s?”] The blood from your face drains away as the dire truth of the scenario befalls you. No doubt some of the matter you are wiping away is her digestive waste…the remains of…others…]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Morbid fascination of this fetid place fills you with the urge to gather a deeper whiff of Gilly most fetid hole. Slowly, you bring your nose closer to the puckered entrance and draw in a deep breath. A mixture of organic rot and something more enticing swirls within your lungs. Pheromones. The interlaced mixture of sexual and waste components sends your head spinning with dopaminergic desire and revulsion. The act is addictive. A careful blend of pleasure and disgust. To your surprise, the beigy green anus pulses swiftly, puttering out a teensy burst of air. PAF! This concoction of gas is ten times more powerful than everything you’ve smelt thus far. Stars form in your eyes as you take in the entire brunt of Gilly’s inner rectal fumes. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Keh, scuse me Snacko!”]]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You prepare yourself for the ultimate act of servitude. You know that this will certainly bring the Gremlin girl a heap of pleasure. Tentatively, you bring forth your tongue, wavering before the supple entrance of Gilly’s rectum. The greasy tan walls are immense, you don’t even know where to begin. Then, your eyes fixate on the very center of her asshole, the place where all of her tender nerve endings coalesce. Slick. As you make contact, the pair of your shudder, for Gilly pleasure, for you THAT and revulsion. Bitterness akin to the taste of a foul mixture of rot and dirt scatters across your tongue in an instant. You try and brush it away, but the film is too greasy! Then, you hold still for a moment as your vision begins to swirl. Something about this being’s sexual fluids has sent you into a frenzy. All too soon you return to Gilly’s asshole for seconds, messily lapping at her pucker like a hungry starving animal. You part the folds, eager for a deeper flavor, yearning for her most primal of bodily flavors. Each lap of your tongue causes Gilly’s butthole to pulse in tandem with your licks. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ah…Ah…You..Snacko, like my pooper…LOTS! Khaa! Almost like…Morsel…”]]] [[Continue]<c4|] (click: ?c4)[(replace:?c4)[ (text-colour:#6f956f)["Mmf, keep doing that Snacko!"] (live:5s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Oh, Gilly like!"]] (live:10s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Kyah! Careful, Gilly tender there!"]] (live:15s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Haah...Haah...!"]] (live:20s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Kyaaaah!"] A low growl emanates from her core. There’s that look again, the same one from earlier. She’s eyeing you like a piece of meat. Predator and prey locked in the split moment of action or reaction. Her teeth, daggerlike fangs crest the edges of her dry lips. Saliva edges out from the sides. She’s hungry, for you. --- [[RUN!|Gilly RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Willing Meal]] ]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pleasure]''// (set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Gilly Health Death")] Gilly waits for your response, yet merely receives the sound of your disgust. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Snacko! Hurry up and make Gilly feel good!”]Gilly harumphs, scooching her crotch so that her clitoral hood slams down on your body with crushing force. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“You touch Gilly’s fun spot!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea377a8cd2374d6b8f16ce666f980968~mv2.png"> --- Regaining your senses, you approach the plush pillowy lips of the Gremlin Girl’s vagina. Her clit is buried deep beneath her feminine folds. It’d be difficult to reach that area. As if answering your thoughts, Gilly’s index and middle fingers reach towards her pussy, before spreading the lips wide. The scope of her vagina has now changed radically. Moisture begins to percolate about, no doubt from the humidity of her inner world wafting out to greet you. The scent is rich and sour, coating your nose and tongue with a heavy flavor. A wall of glistening pink stares back at you. Her vaginal canal is impossibly small with strings of creamy white discharge coating the interior. Higher up, her clitoral hood is now spread apart revealing a tiny rose-pink nub that twitches, no doubt from its recent exposure. Her words now rich with desire, Gilly calls back to you pleadingly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Please Snacko, it’s sensitive! Hurry!” ] Unwilling to wait any longer, you press your body against the hot sticky embrace of Gilly’s vagina. The white creamy discharge plasters into your form, sour and slightly sweet against your tongue. You reach up with both hands towards her engorged clit. Vigorously you rub the nub with all your strength. With a mind of its own, Gilly’s clit surges and twitches, pulling you up and down. You hang on as the simple reactions of Gilly’s privates toss you about. Suddenly, her thighs on either side clench closed, sealing you in darkness. Further up through her massive body, Gilly squeals. Her body begins to shudder and shake as she enters the throws of orgasm. #(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"shudder")[KYAAAA!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1b9ce272e0c24570b72e4d5584471b63~mv2.png"> --- A sudden deluge of hot clear fluid surges past your waist and legs, having emanated from Gilly’s vaginal canal. The flood is too much, and your grip loosens from the slick cum. You’re sent careening backwards along with a rush of goopy female cum. Excess squirts of fluid spit out from Gilly’s vagina onto your prone body, coating you in the hot fluid from head to toe. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Haa, haa. Gilly feel…nice…Mmmm, thank you Snacko.”] Gilly’s massive thighs and snatch close as she turns back towards you with a weak smile, a slight bit of sweat dotting her brow. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, eyes staring at you longingly with desire. A low growl emanates from her core. There’s that look again, the same one from earlier. She’s eyeing you like a piece of meat. Predator and prey locked in the split moment of action or reaction. Her teeth, daggerlike fangs crest the edges of her dry lips. Saliva edges out from the sides. She’s hungry, for you. --- [[RUN!|Gilly RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Willing Meal]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pleasure]''//(set: $guile to $guile - 1 ) Before you can barely answer yes, forming the word in your mouth, Gilly’s butthole continues to spread wide before a tiny black slit forms in the center. #(text-style:"rumble")[PHHHRP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7ff2fd2c180943a1b3ccb861c810330e~mv2.png"> --- A concentrated stream of muggy hot air billows past her tiny anal hole, surging directly into your body. You’re knocked off your feet in an instant by the powerful yet tiny fart. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Kaha! Gilly’s stinky air cause Snacko to fall! Kahahah!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_99afd5af7d6045d5beb1afdbc027f369~mv2.png"> --- (text-style:"buoy")[Phrp…phrap.] Each laugh sends more teensy farts puttering out of her cute asshole, a fleck of dirt even flies towards you. You stand up and brush yourself off. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok Morsel, make me feel good now!”] (text-colour:magenta)[[[Massage Anus]<c1| [Smell Anus]<c2| [Lick Anus]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You plant your hands firmly against the tacky orifice. Immediately a greasy film sticks between your fingers, the oily slime interconnecting the space between your digits in a see-through web of muck. The smell is earthy and foul at the same time. Soon you realize that your massage is more akin to a cleaning effort, as your hands begin to dislodge bits and pieces of solid filth. Dirt and grime come free with relative ease. You flick away the debris. Thankfully, through either cleaning or massaging, Gilly seems to enjoy the process regardless. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Keh Keh, Snacko finding bits of other Snacko’s?”] The blood from your face drains away as the dire truth of the scenario befalls you. No doubt some of the matter you are wiping away is her digestive waste…the remains of…others…]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Morbid fascination of this fetid place fills you with the urge to gather a deeper whiff of Gilly most fetid hole. Slowly, you bring your nose closer to the puckered entrance and draw in a deep breath. A mixture of organic rot and something more enticing swirls within your lungs. Pheromones. The interlaced mixture of sexual and waste components sends your head spinning with dopaminergic desire and revulsion. The act is addictive. A careful blend of pleasure and disgust. To your surprise, the beigy green anus pulses swiftly, puttering out a teensy burst of air. PAF! This concoction of gas is ten times more powerful than everything you’ve smelt thus far. Stars form in your eyes as you take in the entire brunt of Gilly’s inner rectal fumes. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Keh, scuse me Snacko!”] ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You prepare yourself for the ultimate act of servitude. You know that this will certainly bring the Gremlin girl a heap of pleasure. Tentatively, you bring forth your tongue, wavering before the supple entrance of Gilly’s rectum. The greasy tan walls are immense, you don’t even know where to begin. Then, your eyes fixate on the very center of her asshole, the place where all of her tender nerve endings coalesce. Slick. As you make contact, the pair of your shudder, for Gilly pleasure, for you THAT and revulsion. Bitterness akin to the taste of a foul mixture of rot and dirt scatters across your tongue in an instant. You try and brush it away, but the film is too greasy! Then, you hold still for a moment as your vision begins to swirl. Something about this being’s sexual fluids has sent you into a frenzy. All too soon you return to Gilly’s asshole for seconds, messily lapping at her pucker like a hungry starving animal. You part the folds, eager for a deeper flavor, yearning for her most primal of bodily flavors. Each lap of your tongue causes Gilly’s butthole to pulse in tandem with your licks. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ah…Ah…You..Snacko, like my pooper…LOTS! Khaa! Almost like…Morsel…”] ]] [[Continue]<c4|] (click: ?c4)[(replace:?c4)[ (text-colour:#6f956f)["Mmf, keep doing that Snacko!"] (live:5s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Oh, Gilly like!"]] (live:10s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Kyah! Careful, Gilly tender there!"]] (live:15s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Haah...Haah...!"]] (live:20s)[(text-colour:#6f956f)["Kyaaaah!"] Suddenly, the Gremlin girl’s movements reach a fever pitch as her tender little butthole splays open, tiny trickles of feminine juices pouring out from her pussy above. She slumps, having reached peak pleasure. Suddenly, a low growl emanates from her core. There’s that look again, the same one from earlier. She’s eyeing you like a piece of meat. Predator and prey locked in the split moment of action or reaction. Her teeth, daggerlike fangs crest the edges of her dry lips. Saliva edges out from the sides. She’s hungry, for you. --- [[RUN!|Gilly RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Willing Meal]] ]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Pleasure]''// (set: $guile to $guile - 1 ) Gilly squeals in delight with your response. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Snacko so nice!”]Gilly moves slightly, scooching her crotch so that her clitoral hood is directly aligned with you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“You touch Gilly’s fun spot!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea377a8cd2374d6b8f16ce666f980968~mv2.png"> --- You approach the plush pillowy lips of the Gremlin Girl’s vagina. Her clit is buried deep beneath her feminine folds. It’d be difficult to reach that area. As if answering your thoughts, Gilly’s index and middle fingers reach towards her pussy, before spreading the lips wide. The scope of her vagina has now changed radically. Moisture begins to percolate about, no doubt from the humidity of her inner world wafting out to greet you. The scent is rich and sour, coating your nose and tongue with a heavy flavor. A wall of glistening pink stares back at you. Her vaginal canal is impossibly small with strings of creamy white discharge coating the interior. Higher up, her clitoral hood is now spread apart revealing a tiny rose-pink nub that twitches, no doubt from its recent exposure. Her words now rich with desire, Gilly calls back to you pleadingly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Please Snacko, it’s sensitive! Hurry!” ] Unwilling to wait any longer, you press your body against the hot sticky embrace of Gilly’s vagina. The white creamy discharge plasters into your form, sour and slightly sweet against your tongue. You reach up with both hands towards her engorged clit. Vigorously you rub the nub with all your strength. With a mind of its own, Gilly’s clit surges and twitches, pulling you up and down. You hang on as the simple reactions of Gilly’s privates toss you about. Suddenly, her thighs on either side clench closed, sealing you in darkness. Further up through her massive body, Gilly squeals. Her body begins to shudder and shake as she enters the throws of orgasm. #(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"shudder")[KYAAAA!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1b9ce272e0c24570b72e4d5584471b63~mv2.png"> --- A sudden deluge of hot clear fluid surges past your waist and legs, having emanated from Gilly’s vaginal canal. The flood is too much, and your grip loosens from the slick cum. You’re sent careening backwards along with a rush of goopy female cum. Excess squirts of fluid spit out from Gilly’s vagina onto your prone body, coating you in the hot fluid from head to toe. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Haa, haa. Gilly feel…nice…Mmmm, thank you Snacko.”] Gilly’s massive thighs and snatch close as she turns back towards you with a weak smile, a slight bit of sweat dotting her brow. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, eyes staring at you longingly with desire. A low growl emanates from her core. There’s that look again, the same one from earlier. She’s eyeing you like a piece of meat. Predator and prey locked in the split moment of action or reaction. Her teeth, daggerlike fangs crest the edges of her dry lips. Saliva edges out from the sides. She’s hungry, for you. --- [[RUN!|Gilly RUN!]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Willing Meal]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Rectum]''// The hole is impossibly tight, pinning your arms on either side as your head passes into Gilly’s inner world. Sweltering heat and a miasma of foggy air fills your lungs as you are passed through her anal folds, head breaching into her rectum. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a03b73cb5bdd4dff8e057579d95824b7~mv2.png"> --- (text-style:"sway")[SLOP!] The rest of your body past your shoulders slides in with relative ease, leaving you in a heap just below the opening of her asshole behind you. In front of you, a pulsing tunnel of deep red undulates, walls coated with a slick layer of yellow brown mucus. The place reeks of filth, but is at least bearable and wide enough to crouch, you won’t suffocate it seems. You can try and wake her now. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Anal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The anal walls are slimy and ridged. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same sour filthy tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder, recalling that each and every day this very chamber passes an enormous load of waste to be expelled past the very same hole that you just ENTERED. Your captor then responds dreamily, having felt your touch. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Mmm, naughty Snacko's, still alive in there eh?"]] It appears Gilly seemed to like that.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the narrow fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the slicker and grimier the floor and walls become. The ichor even takes on a tanner tone. As you round the bend, the ground beneath you undulates in a wave of peristalsis. The chamber rumbles, Gilly groans. Then, a waft of fetid air billows past you. ##(text-style:,"blur")[GrrrFRPPP!] You sputter, as the fart rushes onwards, a brief flash of light from behind as her anus opens and closes. You can still continue but it could be dangerous... [[Venture Deeper?|Gilly Anal Vore]] ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. It would not be hard to leave.]] --- Gilly’s anal canal flexes subconsciously, undulating waves shifting about beneath your feet. Periodically, the dim light of the tunnel, framed by her brownish exterior anus reveals the outside world. [[Exit Gilly’s Anus]] – Despite your efforts, seems like waking her is off the table.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Stomach]''// #(text-style:"shudder")[GLLLRRRGGLLLL!] Your lungs fill with thick sour air, limbs tingling as blood flows back into them. You’re alive. Able to breathe, barely. The chamber about you rumbles ominously. You’re inside Gilly’s stomach. The organic sack is cavernous for this girl’s scale. Her belly is a hard working place that most likely digests all sorts of food, both palatable or not, on a daily basis. It’s a wonder she doesn’t get sick. Within the center of the gurgling chamber rests a wedge of cheese. At the far end, Gilly’s pyloric sphincter pulses periodically. That’s the entrance to her intestines, to a place far deeper into her body. The air is still thick and hard to breathe. You can’t hang around here forever though, you’ll need to decide what to do. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_20d6a290980a456a9fdb1401b7af5de4~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Inspect Cheese]<c2|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting Gilly’s stomach, maybe she’ll throw you up? After a couple of minutes you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of Gilly’s sleep talking reverberate around you, slightly muffled.] ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Mmmm, little mousey. Try and try, but Gilly ate you and your cheese up! Heh…"]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the stinging pool of liquid at the far end of the stomach, a wedge of cheese from earlier can be seen bubbling about. Its mostly melted at this point. Watching it for some time, alongside the rest of the stomach, the walls are thankfully not excreting any form of new digestive acid. Additionally, her belly is mostly static, not churning about like other stomachs would during active digestion. It seems, given the state of the cheese, that you’ll survive in here for the time being.]] --- [[Assess Gilly’s Cardiac Sphincter]] – Maybe you can get back into her throat? The valve is level with your body, given that she is lying down, so it is easily within arms reach. [[Assess Gilly’s Pyloric Sphincter]] – This is the valve that leads deeper into her body. A place where churned up food is ferried into Gilly’s duodenum.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Vagina]''// (text-style:"sway")[SHLIP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_24b4b25b0add4e9d8d3fffaed5a82f68~mv2.png"> --- Sliding past the velvety folds of Gilly’s outer vaginal lips, you find yourself in a slick pink chamber. Mucosa sits heavily upon your form weighing you down making movement in this tight chamber difficult. The air around you is foggy with the heavy smells of the girl’s body; sour and also a tinge of sweetness linger about. You can try and wake her now. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Caress Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Stimulate Vaginal Opening]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The vaginal walls are slick and pliant. The ichor coats your palms and smells of the same sour sweet tones that permeate your surroundings. You shudder in wonder. Your captor then sleepily responds, having felt your touch. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:,"blur")["Mmm, full..."]] It appears Gilly seemed to like that. The walls around you begin to emanate an increased amount of vaginal fluid. Better not do that again, lest you drown in her pussy juices.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Despite your hesitation, you continue to crawl deeper down the slick pink fleshy corridor. The farther you travel, the heavier the scent of sex becomes. Eventually you reach the end of her vaginal canal, denoted by a large donut shaped orifice. Asleep, the valve is slightly open.[ [[Go Deeper?|Gilly Womb]]] ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the outside world emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the divide open. Thankfully, in her resting state, you can see the dim tunnels beyond, outlined by her exterior red lips. ]] --- Gilly’s vaginal canal flexes subconsciously, undulating waves shifting about beneath your feet. Periodically, the dim light of the tunnel, framed by her pinky exterior labia reveals the outside world. [[Exit Gilly’s Vagina]] – Despite your efforts, seems like waking her is off the table.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Lost in Gilly's Colon]''// Despite your hesitations, you must go deeper inside Gilly’s very core. You continue to plod forward, feeling the walls as you go for guidance in the dark foggy environment. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7743069b05df45ac97f70f5318a214da~mv2.png"> --- Inside is now a world of deep tan flesh and brown chunks. Eventually, the sticky muck begins to coalesce at your feet. The smell is undoubtedly that of shit, your breath labored as you breathe in the toxic air. You begin lose yourself in the environment, the lack of oxygen clouding your perception. Eventually, your vision blurs as breathing gets even more difficult. Panic begins to set in. How long have you been travelling for? Gilly doesn’t even know you’re here, and you don’t even know if she would be able to retrieve you given how deep you are. Wearily, you try and turn around. Wait, didn’t you just come from that direction. You can’t tell. You fall back on your behind into the sticky brown below. You splay out onto your back, caked in shit all around. Glrgl…Fshh… Bdmp…Bdmp… Off in the distance, just barely, you can hear Gilly’s heartbeat. You smile weakly as your periphery begins to darken. Flashes of light, like the stars of a clear night, flicker about in your gaze. Slowly, you close your eyes, drifting off into black. Unaware of your exploratory expedition, Gilly would eventually become delighted when waking and realizing her hole has been dug for her! Meanwhile, your body would eventually dissolve away inside her colon, all moisture drawn out from your body. Then, during her next bowel movement, you would be expelled like waste, indistinguishable from the rest of Gilly’s digested crap. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You are caught in Gilly’s throat. Thankfully, given her unconscious state and arched lying position, you’re spared the fate of entering her belly…for now. Prone on your back, you can move only a tiny bit in this cramped space at the bottom of her esophagus. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fb3679cc51be4aafa40444d68263be47~mv2.png"> --- (t8n-time:2s)+(link:"Stroke the Walls")[ Gilly’s esophagus hugs your form tightly, but there is about half a foot of space between your hands and the walls of her throat. Cautiously, you stroke your palms lightly against the pink fleshy surface. The wall gives way just slightly, even with your gentle touch. The esophagus is like a thin membrane, folding completely flat when vacant but expanding when food passes through. Food, right now, that’s what Gilly’s body assumes you are. If she weren’t sleeping, you’d be in her stomach. ] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-style:"blur")[GLmmmm…]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-style:"blur")[SQLrk. The esophagus compresses firmly against your body, the space growing even tighter.]] ##(after:35s) [(text-style:"blur","shudder")[SLLLISH! A firm wave of peristalsis ripples past you, the cardiac sphincter at your feet gapes upon, releasing a sickening waft of stomach fumes. Then it closes down tight!] [[Slip UP into Gilly’s Stomach]] – You don’t know how much more air you have in the tight confines of her throat, you’ll have more space at least down there to breath…barely.] [[Push DOWN towards Gilly’s Upper Throat]] – Using the aid of gravity and Gilly’s unconscious state, you can try and move through her esophagus, away from her stomach.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Trapped in Gilly's Womb]''// Despite your hesitations, you must go deeper inside Gilly’s very core. You pull away the slippery soggy flesh and ease your body and head inwards before the valve can fully shut. Even at your swift pace, your lower half still gets caught up in the sphincter. This is a hole that is not meant to be conventionally ‘entered.’ But, eventually with enough kicking and wiggling, you plop messily into the chamber beyond. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cd0df46999994e7b8776e3b98e5fe866~mv2.png"> --- Inside is now a world of dark red flesh and white murky fluid. The liquid is deep, up to your waist, level with the one and only entrance behind you. The smell is nigh intoxicating, your breath heavy with moisture and pheromones. You lose yourself in the environment, filled with desire. Eventually, your vision blurs as breathing gets even more difficult. Panic begins to set in. How long have you been in here for? Gilly doesn’t even know you’re here, and you don’t even know if she would be able to retrieve you given how deep you are. Wearily, you approach the entrance to her womb, assessing the opening. You try and widen the valve but it’s just too slippery. Using what little strength left that you have, you pull and pull but it’s no use. You fall back on your behind into the murky white below. You splay out onto your back, floating atop the viscous fluid. Shhlm…Shhlm… Bdmp…Bdmp… Off in the distance, just barely, you can hear Gilly’s heartbeat. You smile weakly as your periphery begins to darken. Flashes of light, like the stars of a clear night, flicker about in your gaze. Slowly, you close your eyes, drifting off into black. Unaware of your exploratory expedition, Gilly would eventually become delighted when waking and realizing her hole has been dug for her! Meanwhile, your body would eventually dissolve away inside her womb, repurposed and eventually expelled as her body’s mechanisms processed your form. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// You present the rotten piece of cheese to Gilly, recoiling as you hold the oily mass in your hands. To your disdain, Gilly’s lips part, revealing her toothy maw up close. Filaments of saliva connect the top and bottom of her jaw, while small dribbles of thick drool pool just beneath her lower incisors. The puddle of thick clear bubbles threatens to spill over, before Gilly closes her maw briefly to swallow the excess buildup of saliva. ##(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GLP. ] The maw opens once more again, this time only slightly less slick with goop. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"sway")[“Ahhhhh…”]] Keeping her maw parted, the Gremlin Girl attempts to usher her next words with her maw still agape. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_09749668bae54f0cbd2c68010c176d79~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Throw i en!”] Her left hand points a finger into the back of her mouth. You hesitate. --- [[Toss the Cheese inside]]. [[Get closer]] You might miss from here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Human Kindness]''// (set: $Grace to it + 1) You offer up the water bottle, suggesting that Margo take it from you instead of having it just be a testament to how much you can lift. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“That bottle belongs to you, ant, it is not mine to take.” ]Retorts Margo in a serious tone. Despite her stubbornness, you approach the bodyguard’s feet and plant the bottle down before her, she can have some whether she likes it or not. With a bewildered look upon her face, Margo reaches down slowly to lift the bottle. Her large, calloused hands pinch ahold of the relatively small bottlecap, hoisting the bottle upwards to her face. The bodyguard begins to inspect the water carefully, turning the bottle about in her fingers, eyes squinted. You holler up to her that it isn’t poisoned. Her light blue eyes flick towards you for a brief second. You surmise that this woman has seldom received kindness in her life and is hesitant to accept a gift from another. Carefully, she pries open the cap with a click, sniffs the open bottle, then greedily begins to gulp down its contents. ##GLP! ##GLP! ##GLP! Margo’s long creamy neck extends upwards to the sky. The sinewy veins alongside her throat stretch taught. Neat flexes of her neck usher down gallons of liquid with each generous swallow. In three simple gulps, the bottle is empty. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[''“Ahhhh…”''] For a moment her eyes go wide behind her shades. You fear for a second that the water WAS actually poisoned before there is a deep bellowing roar from above… ##(text-style:"rumble")[''UUURP!''] Margo brings up both her hands towards her mouth quickly. A deep red blush forms upon her cheeks. She looks about frantically to see if anyone noticed her crude display of human biology. With you being the only witness, the bodyguard looks at you apologetically. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I am very sorry for that rude display! It shall not happen again, please do not inform any of the Mistresses!”] (if: $RedBand is true)[Chuckle and promise to [[not tell a soul]] ] (if: $RedBand is false)[Margo begins to shuffle about quickly and pulls off a bracelet from her arm. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Here, just take a red band, then, this embarrassing encounter stays between the two of us.”] Chuckle and promise to [[not tell a soul]] ] Take the band but [[make no promise]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// You present the heavy bottle of water to Margo. She squints beneath her shaded sunglasses, staring down upon your miniscule form. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Well, it seems as though this ant has hauled a considerable weight for me.] (if: $RedBand is false)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)[Acceptable, you’ll need to pass a much more grueling challenge to fully prove to me that you are worthy of the red bracelet.”]] (else:)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)["Good job ant, but you've already recieved a band from me, so there is nothing more I can give you."] You can go back to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer") ] --- (if: $Grace is >=2)[Interestingly, Margo does not reach for the water bottle you have presented, even though you notice her licking her lips. She seems rather parched but is unwilling to either take the bottle from you forcefully or ask for it. Her test was to merely have you bring her something heavy. Given the circumstances, you can offer a drink to Margo. [[Give Margo the Water]] (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]] (if: $RedBand is false)[You can [[accept her challenge|Might]]. Argue that a second challenge wasn’t part of the deal and [[demand the bracelet]].]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// You slip down into the small crack to the left and begin running along the divide towards the ladder. The trench is a great spot, small enough to avoid Monrose’s greedy fingers and tongue. You look upwards, almost proud of your choice as the Mistress’s amused face beams down at you with little to no worry. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“OHO! Very clever little fan, yes!” ] She leans down, her lips resting just against the top of the crack. She traces your movements as you continue forward. This shouldn’t be a problem though, as the seam leads directly to the edge of the counter and thus the ladder to freedom. The lips curl into a smile as you near the edge of the divide, closer to your escape. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mmm, but I am more clever!”] Just as you reach the end of the seam Mistress Monrose purses her lips above and begins to suck. #(text-style:"rumble")[FFFFFWIP!] Suddenly, you’re lifted from the ground, sailing through the air as the giantess sucks you between her plush lips, before you splatter down onto her outstretched tongue. The appendage vibrates beneath as she relishes her victory and intellect. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha!”] The lips then smack wetly closed. [[Continue|Monrose Mouth2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// Those photos would make for a good canopy. You divert course away from the trajectory of the ladder and house yourself amongst a jumble of old dusty pictures. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh! Very clever indeed yes, I did not expect this course from you little fan!”] You shift amongst the papery sheets, peering through the cracks to ascertain Monrose’s movements. Instead, you find her gazing off longingly into the distance, hand resting against her chin in remembrance. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ahh, good times there were many, but oh so long ago. So many memories from those eras, yes.” ] You pay her words no mind as you continue though the photo canopy. You notice one picture depicts a woman that looks like Monrose seated in a bejeweled throne. Her foot rests atop the head of a wealthy looking suitor. At her left and right, servants attend her with wine and grapes. The Monrose look alike is depicted laughing boisterously. Still, you ignore the picture and press onwards. You then hear shifting behind you as she grabs the picture you just inspected. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“A fond time when fans knew their place. Now you all run and hide!”] Countless photos show the Mistress in various domineering positions, always laughing, full of cheer. Yet in each, a figure of lavishness, either male or female, is scene prostrating to the Mistress, giving themselves to her might and status. Eventually you come to the edge of the photo pile, directly in front of the rope ladder. [[Continue|Monrose Escape]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// You continue to run forwards, despite your previous failures. Panic sets in, you can’t help but try and sprint. You’re not thinking clearly and suddenly you end up falling again once more. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Poor little fan, are you scared?”] Mistress Monrose leans down, her lips inches away from you as you lay faceplanted again. You get up and run once more. She traces your movements as you continue forward. Her confident lips curl into a smile as you near the edge of the cabinet, closer to your escape. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“So close, as they say, but so far!”] Just as you reach the end of the cabinet top, Mistress Monrose purses her lips above and begins to suck. #(text-style:"rumble")[FFFFFWIP!] Suddenly, you’re lifted from the ground, sailing through the air as the giantess sucks you between her plush lips, before you splatter down onto her outstretched tongue. The appendage vibrates beneath as she relishes her victory and intellect. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha!”] The lips then smack wetly closed. [[Continue|Monrose Mouth2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Shoe Favor]''// You decide that the other two options might be a little too risky for your tastes. Given your experience being tiny from time to time, you know how feisty Giantesses can get when it comes to oral fixations. And pain in the ass? Ya no thanks. (text-colour:blue)["Cool!"] Smiles Beth as she leans forward from her slouch against the door. Stepping forward, thrumming booms echo out near you as the monolithic girl approaches. Her titanic steps come to a halt; two massive jet-black shoes flank you on either side. Simple white socks peak up from either side of her ankles. Relatively speaking, as far as shoes go, Beth's are fairly clean. (text-colour:blue)["Ok Pipsqueak, listen up. You're to tie up my loose laces. I can't be bothered to do it myself. See I gotta pay attention, any moment little twerps like you could be sneaking around without me knowing."] She raises an eyebrow looking down at you. (text-colour:blue)["Do it quick and were settled, but don't stall." ] She rustles around in her pocket for her phone, idly picking her teeth with the toothpick in her free hand. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_624eed5454d942cc82446389adfe1d38~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue|Aware Shoe]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Toothpick Favor]''// You point towards the toothpick. The tool could prove useful later and maybe if you choose this object, she'll let you keep it. (text-colour:blue)["Oh, awesome choice! Ok so listen up Pipsqueak, here's the favor."] Slowly, Beth brings you up towards her thin glossy lips. Slowly, the lips part revealing a damp and unsettling crimson world. You are greeted with her undulating tongue, housing an impressive silver tongue piercing that bobs about periodically. You follow the ridges at the top of her palate towards the back of her maw where her small flexing uvula sits. The dark hole at the back wafts forwards a rush of hot steamy air as Beth begins to speak with her mouth agape. (text-colour:blue)["Loo here!"] She points with her spare hand to her back molars. (text-colour:blue)["I got some-in stuck in ma teeth! Ge it out!"] She hands you the toothpick and stretches out her tongue onto her palm. The slimy appendage dampens the edge of her hand as you begin to walk forward. Stepping onto the tongue, the spongy surface is unstable as you suddenly slip about trying to gain your balance. Steadying yourself, you get to work with the task ahead of you. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8260be372fd54a369da136e4041d151a~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:magenta)[[[Use Toothpick on Mollar]<c1| [Massage her Tongue]<c2| [Inspect Throat]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You do as instructed and get to work dislodging the stray bits of food stuck in the back of Beth's teeth. You poke about with the Toothpick until a bit of cloth comes free. You shudder, not wanting to think of what this means...]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You decide that easing her tongue with a massage may stop it from moving about too much. Instead, the tongue bucks about with your touch. The surface is slimy with subtle bumps, her tastebuds, here and there.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:30s)[Having done your task to the best of your capabilities, you can [[head out]] towards the entrance of Beth's mouth. ] []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You decide to head towards the hole at the back of Beth's mouth. Before you, the chasm that this girl sends her food past each and every day lays before you. Her thick tonsils stand guard to the entrance, flexing periodically. Lower down, her epiglottis holds tight against her esophagus while her windpipe billows out warm air. Periodically the flap of flesh covering her throat opens slightly. Do you dare to venture [[deeper?|Beth Stomach]] ]] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[The Booths - Agatha]''// (set: $MQuest to it + 1) (set: $Fork to true) You look over the tabletop and locate a relatively small plastic fork. It looks brand new and unused. You hoist it onto your back. This’ll work great for Mistress Monrose’s itch. --- [[Go Back|Agatha Best Friends]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''//(set: $Cheese to false)(set: $Cheese2 to true)(set: $GillyGas to true) You land hard onto the stone floor before Gilly closes her mouth for a brief moment, then. ##(text-style:"sway")[GLP! PAH!] The cheese is gone. Only an exhale of stale cheesy air to mark its presence in this world a moment ago. It’s now somewhere within Gilly’s inner world. The Gremlin Girl then stares down at you, a pout filling her round green cheeks fully. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Bad Morsel! Professor get mad if Gilly eat you! Stop taunting Gilly! You wont last long if you go down…"] She rubs her tummy briefly before crawling away to another corner of the Lab. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b035dc572ecc4f98ab7d5d4177edfba8~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Return to Lab Center")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Beneath her Heel]''//(set: $StickyGum to true) You reach out for the gum and snatch a handful of the sticky pink substance. Pulling, you try and heave a chunk of the material and run away at the same time, yet the sticky substance refuses to budge! Elastically, you are snapped back beneath the looming shadow of Mistress Monrose’s looming sole by the gummy tether. #(text-style:"blink")[THIMP!] The massive sole presses down firmly upon your body, stunning you as tons of crushing leathery weight smothers you down into the hard floor below. Yet, the squish only lasts for an instant, before her sole rises up once more in tandem with the jazz. Still holding onto a piece of gum, the tether snaps as her foot raises, leaving you with a generous portion of sticky pink material affixed to your body. --- [[Crawl Away]] – You need to move before she slams her foot down again. (text-colour:red)[ [[Remain in Place]]] – Too stunned to move, you can accept your fate beneath the Mistress's slamming sole.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Beneath her Heel]''//(set: $StickyGum to true) You reach out for the gum and snatch a handful of the sticky pink substance. You then brace yourself for the impending impact. #(text-style:"blink")[THIMP!] The massive sole presses down firmly upon your body, stunning you as tons of crushing leathery weight smothers you down into the hard floor below. Yet, the squish only lasts for an instant, before her sole rises up once more in tandem with the jazz. Still holding onto a piece of gum, the tether snaps as her foot raises, leaving you with a generous portion of sticky pink material affixed to your body. --- [[Crawl Away]] – You need to move before she slams her foot down again.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// You land hard onto the stone floor before Gilly closes her mouth for a brief moment, then. ##(text-style:"sway")[GLP! PAH!] The cheese is gone. Only an exhale of stale cheesy air to mark its presence in this world a moment ago. It’s now somewhere within Gilly’s inner world. The Gremlin Girl then stares down at you, a pout filling her round green cheeks fully. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Bad Morsel! Professor get mad if Gilly eat you! Stop taunting Gilly! You wont last long if you go down…"] She rubs her tummy briefly before crawling away to another corner of the Lab. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b035dc572ecc4f98ab7d5d4177edfba8~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Return to Lab Center")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration2")]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $Gillytrust to true)(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true)(set: $YellowBand to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link: "Continue to The Lounge")[(set: $Grace to it + 4)(go-to: "West Hall Entrance")] (link: "Continue to The Lounge - Intro Skip")[(set: $Grace to it + 4)(go-to: "The Lounge")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[West Hall - Utility Closet]''//(set: $GauntDead to true) The being locks eyes with you after receiving the Black Cat Brew. Its hands shake as it holds onto the obsidian vial. Voice coarse, tinged with fear, it speaks. “So, it is time then…” Its gaze shifts from the vial to you quickly. “LEAVE. Only enter once the light has faded. Then, you must use the poison when deep within the witch’s belly. Only then, shall she fall into an eternal slumber!” You slowly begin to back away, heeding the words of warning from this strange being. You exit its cardboard shack. Then, silence. Minutes pass until the strange triangular painting on the side of its hut begins to glow. A menacing aura, tinged with a combination of purple, green and that same blood red. Then, a sickly howl of pain rings out from inside the box. Then, silence once more. Carefully, you enter the shack, fearing what you may see within. Strangely enough, the being is missing. Impossible, there’s only one entrance into its home and you would have seen it leave. Instead, the Black Cat Brew sits on the ground, now tinged with a wispy purple aura, like the smokiness of dry ice. You crouch down and lightly tap the vial. Somewhat cool but otherwise you deem safe to carry. Pocketing the now changed vial, you question the being’s words, wondering where it went and how the vial changed. --- [[Go back|Utility Closet Entrance]]

(set: $FreshLobby to true) (set: $FreshLobby2 to true) (set: $GreenBand to true) (set: $AgathaBest to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Survival]''// You stay put inside the Alt Girl’s belly. From experience, you know all too well that going further down into a girl’s guts only leads to a swift end. No way to survive that ordeal unless you had some sort of special tech or if the girl swallowed an augmented form of medication. You’ve heard of it somewhat before, but never encountered it in practice. Regardless, you’re not banking on the fact that this girl swallowed a pill to keep you alive through her rampaging lower guts. Still clinging onto the stomach walls, you close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing to conserve what oxygen you have. You try and think of your goals here at Fantasia, your program, and persisting through any odds set against you. Over time, the world becomes bleary, your consciousness fades in and out, and eventually you let go of your perch along the stomach walls. Slowly, you drift in the acidic sea of the Alt Girl’s belly, hoping for a slim chance of escape… --- Periwinkle…a blue flower. The scent is delicate and calming. Smooth linens, the feeling is fresh and soft. Warmth, the air is damp but not overtly humid. Slowly you open your eyes. The cascading sounds of water streaming about off in the distance. A subtle fogginess fills your room, no doubt from the steam perpetuating your environment. This is no stomach, no you are in a locker room of sorts upon a countertop. Beneath you, a small cloth is laid out and off to the side a sprig of periwinkle rests along with a note. Standing up wearily, you inspect yourself and realize you are still clothed and clean. You figure you’re in Meadows Mansion, but where exactly is unknown. You’ll need to get your bearings and make your way to a central location. Your role in this weekend’s gala is still unknown. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2cd344bf77d5464a8ec269ecc2ade16f~mv2.png"> --- From here you notice a towel off to the side, you could [[climb down|Woman's Changeroom]] it to make your way to the tiled floor. Off to the side is the [[note|Beth Note]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// Mistress Monrose begins to lift the cherry, but you continue to hang onto the delicious fruit. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm, unwilling to give up your prize my fan?” ] The world blurs around you as you are raised high up above into the air. Below, the wide bronze face and gleaming blood red eyes of the singing goddess inspect you vividly. Her perky lips spread into a smile as she speaks again. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, or perhaps you wish to travel with the sweet treat to its destination?” ] Her spare hand reaches down to gently caress her stomach below. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“The fluttering from your fellow students has gotten quieter now, but they are still kicking. You’d see them, melting inside me, but writhing in pleasure. You too could experience bliss.” ] #(text-style:"buoy")[Ahhhhh…] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fa771f89fec446148196fd22c78382ba~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose, with a breathy moan, opens up her wide mouth revealing her heavily salivating maw. The tongue remains clasped against the back of her throat, preventing you from viewing her uvula and esophagus. With her mouth still open she speaks. (text-colour:red)[“Let go my slave, release. Let me devour you…”] --- [[Release]] – You have no choice here. You are compelled by otherworldly means. You consciousness is not your own.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Booths - Agatha's Crotch]''//(set: $AQuest to 2) You gather up some of Agatha’s juices hastily into a spare vial before going back to pleasuring this drunken giantess. Working on her holes and clit, you make quick work of her bits. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ohh, OHH YESH LITTLE ONE!”] Agatha shrieks out as bystanders stare awkwardly at the girl alone, screaming in a booth. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a40778a2fa654ad0a723cc7ffa06cdbb~mv2.png"> --- Below, her vagina and the barest glimpse of her anus both contract and detract erratically in the throes of Agatha’s orgasm. Unaware or uncaring of your predicament, her plush thighs squeeze immensely against your frame before her lower hips buck forward, launching you off her seat towards the cushions below. You land once more upon the floor and shake yourself off, alongside wiping away any stray bits of girl juice. You know if you come back to Agatha again without a drink, she’ll most likely stuff you back down there again for another round. --- (link:"Return to the Booths Central")[(go-to:"Booths")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard - Waistband Back]''// Using her waistband as a narrow bridge, you circle around towards the Bodyguard’s muscular behind. From here you stare down at the huge swell of flesh that rounds out her bum. Its impressive how cleanly her ass fills out her pant legs. You even notice the subtle definition of her hamstrings and calves farther below filling out the black fabric, stretching taught. Like the front, here too there is a small gap in her waistband that leads farther below into inky blackness. Leaning over the divide a warm waft of soapy air fills your nose, tinged with something else much headier… Glancing upwards, you notice a secondary path to ascend further up the giantess’s body. The Bodyguard's back is firm, filling out the shirt. This’ll be a much harder climb, given the fabric’s tautness. You’ll need to tread carefully. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea40aebcbff44436952fb1a285c716a6~mv2.png"> --- [[Head Towards her Frontside|Ascend the Pant Leg]] (if: $Chaos is >=3)[ [(text-colour:red)[[Slip Beneath her Back Waistband]]] – Your mouth waters with the possibilities. ](else:)[You think twice about going into her pants. This is too devious of a task for you. Better not. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +3 Chaos])] [(text-colour:purple)[[Ascend her Back]]] – It’ll be a risky climb without any kind of tools. (text-colour:purple)[(70%)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet]''// You head over towards the dark wooden cabinet. It’s not long before you reach one of the four raised legs of the furniture. You notice little to no handholds in the smooth wooden stalks. Climbing without assistance would be an impossible task. You turn around back towards the women. From where you are situated, the cabinet rests just behind Margo. Calling out to her, although somewhat far, would be your best bet in getting some help. --- (if: $CabinetE is 1) [ [[Call out to Margo|Cabinet Call]] – Hopefully she’s not too distracted. ] (if: $CabinetE is 2) [ [[Call out to Margo]] – She peeks back at you periodically. ] [[Return to Ladder|Monrose Gallery]] – Head back to just beneath the center table.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Coffee Table]''// As you reach the coffee table you notice that luckily a rope ladder already descends towards the floor! You get a bit closer before your sudden joy comes to a questionable halt. This ladder is ancient. Throughout its make, you notice rungs are missing, knots are loosening, and the hempen rope is fraying throughout. It’ll be a risky climb, that’s for sure. Tentatively, you begin to ascend the disheveled ladder. As you climb, some rungs snap completely, threatening to send you careening to the floor below. With careful maneuvering you eventually reach the final steps above. Then, a quick snap and sudden weightlessness sends to hurtling downwards. The rope ladder has come completely undone from the cabinet. From behind the table, an attentive gremlin girl’s wide ears perk up high. #(text-style:"outline")[(text-colour:cyan)[“HM!”]] Suddenly, a green blur and a glimmer of orange light dashes into your peripheral vision before you feel rough hands dampen your fall. (text-style:"rumble")[WOMF!] (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel! Gilly catch you!”] The worrisome face of the gremlin girl stares down at you in her palms, toothy mouth agape in concern. You brush yourself off as Gilly drops you onto the coffee table’s top. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6d85be40a9214f0ea6f6a0bde87241b5~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly stay and watch you now. Make sure Morsel no fall. Gilly…Gilly protect Morsel.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3068dd679c324e11b81923e527cf3668~mv2.png"> --- She stands at attention now at the edge of the coffee table. Her ears are pointed up and forwards at you, her lips sealed shut with one fang poking out, her determined eyes unblinking. Your guardian stands vigil. [[Continue|Coffee Table Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''// You opt for the vermillion couch. Your trek over is short lived. Thankfully, unlike traversing the rest of the Manor, here in Mistress Monrose’s private gallery you don’t have to worry about the stray foot falls of other normal sized students. Eventually you make it to one of the monolithic leg posts of the couch. A conundrum suddenly befalls you. Staring upwards, you come to realize that the posts are wooden and smooth. Climbing that stretch would be nigh impossible without some assistance. You turn around back towards the women. From where you are situated, the couch rests just behind Agatha. Calling out to her from here, although somewhat far, would be your best bet in getting some help. (if: $CouchE is 1)[ [[Call out to Agatha|Couch Call]] - Hopefully she’s not too distracted.] (if: $CouchE is 2)[ [[Call out to Agatha]] - She peeks back at you periodically.] [[Head Under the Couch]] – Could be things stored beneath. [[Return to Ladder|Monrose Gallery]] – Head back to just beneath the center table.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Stairs]''// You slip by the unaware giantess towards the massive grand staircase that leads to the Manor’s second floor. As you get closer, the scale of the very first step continues to grow. Reaching the base of the first step, your heart sinks when you realize just how insignificant you are in comparison to a ledge that many can just step over. For you, the first shelf is at least 20ft high; a sheer wooden wall that is impassable without climbing gear. Even if you could climb up the Bodyguard and leap down off the top of her head, you may only just reach the 3rd or 4th step, no guarantee that you could make it any further. --- [[Go Back|Approach Margo Stealthily]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''// You slip under the massive vermillion couch, searching about to find anything of note. A good amount of light shines underneath, giving you a decent view. Unfortunately, you can’t make out much other than dust bunnies. --- (text-colour:yellow)[(if: $MelissaE is 1)[ [[Use Flashlight]] ]] [[Go Back|Head Towards the Couch]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,Orange)[Monrose's Gallery - The Pentagram]''// You get closer to the pentagram at the center of the table. The carving is drawn deeper than you would have thought. You were right, it is pulsing a red glow. Curiously, you bring your finger up to your own neck to check your own pulse. Realization sets in. Both the rune and you are synchronized! Mistress Monrose, in all her mystery and elegance, has done something otherworldly to you. You stagger and brush your eyes; this must be a dream. Opening them once again, the rune continues to pulse. You feel drawn to it. An arcane sensation, that of a tingling warmth mixed with pins and needles, spreads across your body. The pentagram is beckoning you into its comforting embrace. [[Enter the Pentagram|Heal2]] [[Go Back|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,Orange)[Monrose's Gallery - The Pentagram]''// (if: $health2 <=8) [(set: $health2 to $health2 + 2)] (if: $health2 <=9) [(set: $health2 to $health2 + 1)] You enter the crimson pentagram and immediately your vision shifts in a spectacular hallucination. There, clouded and blurry, a sea of cold screaming faces usher haunting calls of death and despair. The environment is frigid and uncaring. So many beings languish in pain and sorrow. But you, you feel none of that emotion. These…things. They are nothing to you. Slowly, your blurred vision fixates on one particular face of pain. You narrow your gaze at the being beneath you. Soon, the face shifts, nay melts, into a skull in a matter of seconds. Then you come to once more. You’re back in Monrose’s lounge. Beneath you, the pentagram is merely a carving. However, your body, the bruises and injuries you sustained thus far have been completely healed! You stare down at your hands in disbelief, the scrapes and cuts gone entirely. You smile. This power is magnificent. You could accomplish so much with might like this, regardless of your scale. You turn back towards the woman and immediately catch Mistress Monrose’s knowing gaze. A subtle wink is the only recognition she gives you before chatting with the other women. You’ve had a taste of power and a part of you wants more. [[Go Back|Monrose Gallery2]]

:: StoryTitle Static Healthbars for Harlowe :: Start (set: $health to 2) Show a healthbar using a Progress element: (print: '<progress value="' + (text: $health) + '" max="100"></progress>') Show a healthbar using a Meter element: (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>')

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''//(set: $ToiletScene to false) You’d rather not get caught peeking in such a compromising situation. Thus, stealth is your best bet. Quickly, you tuck yourself behind the lid of the toilet, peering out the side to see who this entrant is. The door clicks open, and you gaze upon the massive figure now entering the stall. In your sightline is none other than Margo, Mistress Meadows’ bodyguard. She looks to be in a bit of a rush. She shuts the door hurriedly before undoing her pants. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0d7d18155a0548d99c4a7fa1608858f8~mv2.png"> --- Before you, the stripped-down form of this well-toned woman lies in your eyesight. Margo has smooth creamy skin, unblemished and distinguished by the subtle curves of muscle beneath. She strips her lower garments quickly and with purpose, revealing to you her neatly trimmed bush and luscious lower lips. A stern determined expression is painted across her face, prepared to relieve herself in a swift manner. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_818fd8207fd04e30a6fa9dce76455ae0~mv2.png"> --- From your hidden position behind the toilet’s lid, you’re given a spectacular view as Margo briefly turns around planting her firm butt upon the toilet. Two massive globes of tight creamy flesh encompass much of your view. Both cheeks immediately flex and spread unconsciously. Between their shadowy divide, a dark brown knot of tight muscle flares outwards. Margo’s anus is large but kept relatively clean and free of any body hair. The sphincter remains splayed as a rushing deluge of yellow liquid surges outwards below from betwixt the woman’s labial lips. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm. Finally, relief…”] The loud hissing sound of Margo’s bladder emptying is interrupted by a rude bassy noise as her asshole gapes open for a moment. (text-style:"rumble")[''BRAP!''] Margo pays no mind to the sudden expulsion of gas from her ass, merely a natural process of her bathroom habits. Then, before you, a slick crackling sound replaces the sudden expulsion of flatulence. Margo’s dark brown anus widens incredibly before you, as a slick coffee colored dark mass oozes out of the dilated hole. Meaty thumps echo out below as the bodyguard empties her colon of waste. You’re given brief glimpses of a reddish-brown interior past the outer gates of her asshole. But these moments are slight, as the corridor is constantly passing through continues masses of shit. The pace of her bowel movement is decidedly quick and efficient. The anus gapes open and flexes hard, attempting to remove any more waste they may have been trapped deeper within her body. From your perspective, the open rectum is completely clean, with no visible residue whatsoever. Margo then rips of a generous portion of neatly folded toilet paper before bringing it around towards her nearly spotless asshole. Her wipes are precise, cleaning her nearly spotless anus of any lingering exterior residue. She then pulls up her coal black underwear and pants, shimmying her toned waist into the tight slacks, before washing her hands and exiting the stall. [[Continue|Toilets1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You don’t think you’ll be fast enough to get away from her palm in time by dodging off to the side. Instead, you stare into the furry dark canal before you. With little time to waste, you leap up and towards Gilly’s auditory canal, heaving yourself into the musty cave. Before you can get any deeper into the strange hairy cave a long green digit with dirt caked nails surges into the entrance of Gilly’s ear. Her finger! A long, pointed nail surges up and past you, then curls downwards, scooping you alongside a mucky portion of dry ear wax in one fell swoop. You’re brought towards Gilly’s face. Her expression is still, unphased, and focused. The look of a predator roused from its slumber. The pupils of her eyes are like thin reptilian slits, as tall as you are, narrow unmoving. Your blood runs cold, did you wake her up too suddenly? Then, Gilly’s disposition changes in an instant. The pupils dilate and the thin crease of her lips turn upwards into a toothy, fang adorned smile. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, Morsel! You wake up Gilly. Hehe, its ok, sometimes naps are fun in cozy spots like here.”] She wiggles her bum in the tight confines of the tunnel’s west passage. Bits of dirt and stone are loosened by her movements. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly make new tunnels all the time, Professor says its important! So, Gilly dig with hands, but then Gilly gets tired…”] #(text-style:"buoy")[YAAAAawwwn…] The Gremlin Girl’s wide maw parts before you, a muggy exhale of stale breath condensing on your body as tiny droplets of spittle dampen your clothes. (text-colour:#6f956f)["So, what does Morsel want?"] --- (t8n-time:2s)+(link:"Ask to get by")[ - Gilly looks at you quizzically for a moment, before shifting her pert bum out of the way. Bits of dirt cascade down upon her behind before revealing a small divot in the wall. The rest of the passage is blocked, or rather, yet to be dug by Gilly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly still working on this part. But we get through soon!”]] [[Ask to travel with Gilly]] – Although going with her can be cramped, depending on where you ask to be put, it’s still faster than walking on your own.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Confrontation with Monrose]''// Not waiting for anyone else, you decide to rush directly beneath Mistress Monrose’s chair, stealthily hiding behind one of the massive metal legs. The cautious girl mirrors your movements, hiding behind a second stool leg as you both watch in horror at the scene that plays out before you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ay, Dios Mio!”] Mistress Monrose, eyes semi lidded and cheeks rosy red, stares down at the others with a gleeful smile painted across her massive face. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6d68667c3a2749a58b56eee91841e762~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“My little fans have come to pay their respects, so cute!” ] The group shouts up towards the massive mistress, trying to communicate with her, but to your dismay she does not respond. Whether she is ignoring them or can’t possibly hear just the three of them from below over the drum of the jazz, you cannot say. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm? You all got a little splash, no? Lo siento! Sorry my fans, let me clean you up, yes?” ]Without giving the trio of now sticky red stained students a chance to respond, Mistress Monrose leans down from her bar stool, reaching out a clumsy hand to capture the group within her palm. From the side, you can make out the woman’s heavy brown cleavage barely contained within her loose-fitting purple dress. The globes of creamy tan flesh glisten with light perspiration. Curtains of purple hair envelop the floor as she begins to rise, unfurling her palm. From below, you stare on in amazement as a greater portion of your group is brought to face level with Mistress Monrose. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, so messy of me, but I mustn’t waste this vintage, each glass is hundreds of dollars! I will put you all in my mouth and clean you off, yes?” ] The cautious girl to your side gasps, bringing her palms to her mouth in horror. “No, she wouldn’t…” After what you and many others witnessed in the main foyer with Mistress Meadows, your stomach begins to drop in horror when the sudden realization of the situation sets in. Carelessly, Mistress Monrose tosses the group of minimized students into her gaping maw and begins to swish them about like a handful of mints. Her cheeks bulge, as she cherishes their flavor, eyes closed in joy as the giantess suckles on their bodies. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“MMMM! Deliciosa!”] Mistress Monrose tilts her chin upwards, extending her neck, and brings up her elegant fingers towards her bronze throat. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GLUUUUUP! GLUP! GLLLP…] Three quick swallows ferry downwards a group of tiny bulges past the Mistress’s collarbone. Those bulges were students you were just communicating with not moments ago. Living people that most definitely have no chance of escaping this woma- #(text-style:"rumble")[BRURP!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ooof, excuse me!” BAHAHAHAH!] The cautious girl stammers beside you in horror, “Fuck, I knew this Gala was gonna be messed up when they asked us to arrive minimized! We have to get out of here!” What will you do? --- [[Climb Monrose’s Heel]] – While she is distracted above, now would be a good time to climb. [[Skulk Away]] – Could be risky leaving. You might get caught.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Hooks]''// Completely empty. Whoever came here didn't bother wearing a coat. At the top of the coat racks however is an open glasses case, which too is empty. The minifridge houses just bottles of water, seemingly untouched. You can [[go back|Door 1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Hooks]''// You approach the series of hooks across the wall. A single article of clothing, a denim jacket, is hung up neatly. There is one pocket slightly ajar with a slip of paper sticking out. The sleeves are long enough that they reach far towards the ground, not touching it, but low enough that you could climb it. Within the minifridge you notice a couple of water bottles alongside hydration beverages. Obviously whoever is using this room needs the eletrolytes for exercise. --- You can [[climb up]] the denim jacket. Or you can [[go back|Door 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Hooks]''// You approach the series of hooks across the wall. They are completely empty. However, you notice the minifridge is slightly ajar. Inside past the glass door are around a dozen mini water bottles. [[Inspect the minifridge]] Or you can [[go back|Door 3]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Hooks]''// You approach the series of hooks across the wall. A small trench coat, completely black, is hung up on the wall. Whoever wears that must only be about 5 feet in height. You notice inside the minifridge is a raw steak. Who's storing meat in a place like this? You can [[go back|Door 4]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #5: Hooks]''// You approach the series of hooks across the wall. An elegant golden yellow dress is hung up carefully. You can [[go back|Door 5]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Tummy]''// You reach out wide with both arms and spread your body out wide to cover as much surface area as possible at your minimized scale. Face squished into Agatha’s pudge; you turn your head upwards. Past her somewhat peach fuzz dappled belly button, you see a small open-mouthed smile spread across Agatha’s face. You reach out wide with both arms and spread your body out to cover as much surface area as possible at your Minimized scale. Face squished into Agatha’s pudge; you turn your head upwards. Past her somewhat peach fuzz dappled belly button, you see a small open-mouthed smile spread across Agatha’s face. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ahh, you’re so warm. Other tinies are always so cold, but you’re different…”] You turn your head back forwards, pushing your face into the soft pale flesh in front of you. She smells good here, like lavender incense and oils. Slowly, Agatha leans back in her chair very gently. Angled, you feel your feet lift from the ground. You’re now laying atop of the pudge of her lower stomach just beneath her bellybutton. Today has been a long day of climbing, crawling, and nearly dodging certain death. But here, in this moment, it feels like you’re lying upon a cloud. Your eyes grow heavy, so peaceful, so comforta- #(text-style:"shudder")[BRMMmm! GLgg!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_31764e30ab684d80a3c5c6cb1cd3e7ab~mv2.png"> --- A strong vibration echoes out from beneath you, causing you to slip off her stomach and fall back down towards the table. Landing on your butt, you stare up at Agatha’s shocked and embarrassed face. (text-colour:#675b70)[“AH! Oh my gosh, sorry! Ugh that was so gross…”] You wave off the awkwardness and assure Agatha that it’s fine before the two of you go back to your conversation. --- [[Ask Agatha if she’s hiding Laura]] – Couldn’t hurt to just ask. She’s still a bit tipsy though… [[Ask Agatha to show you her behind]] – You already had some fun earlier, how about seconds? (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Ass]''// Although your task was to garner the Creepy Girl's attention in hopes of finding a way into the Mansion, you cannot resist the perks of your scale from time to time. Curiosity gets the better of you as you assess your surroundings. Her asshole is around 8 feet in diameter to your scale. The tan starfish is devoid of hairs, despite having traversed a small forest to get here. Its creamy ridges pulse revealing a light pink interior. Impossibly tight, the Creepy Girl's most private hole is pert and well taken care of. The back of the panties presses tightly on your form, leaving only inches between you and the pulsating sphincter as you consider your options. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_efdf8be5da3d4e8e9564cc00314c208a~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Asshole]<c1| [Lick Asshole]<c2| [Part Asshole]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The pulsating hole smells of freshly tilled soil. Surprisingly, the scent of ass or 'other' smells is vacant.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The anus pulses, threatening to draw in whatever enters its' domain. Nevertheless, you extend your tongue grazing over the lined ridges. The taste is reminiscent of skin, yet as you lick closer to the center, a strong bitterness fills your maw.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The asshole contracts periodically in front of you. If you time the movement just right, when the hole widens, you could [[stimulate|Discovered]] the tender pink flesh to potentially get a response from the Creepy Girl. []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You muster forth all of your strength, pushing both arms deep within the crushing vice grip of the Creepy Girl's tight anus. As if on its own, the whole dilates, opening with a quick squelch. Column like bands of anal slime connect the bottom and top of a narrow dark red tunnel. A waft of earthy air fills your senses. The heat is immense, causing you to begin to sweat. In rhythmic motions, the whole widens and closes periodically. Do you dare to venture (text-colour:#745e49)[ [[deeper?|Deeper Ass]] ] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Bra]''// You leap daringly towards the gap of the Creepy Girl's B sized bra cup. You catch the edge of the cup's plush banded exterior, hoisting yourself up and inwards. The smooth cotton divot due to the girls below average breast size causes you to slip downwards to the base of her boob. As you come to a stop, you take in your surroundings. The environment here is slightly damp, yet oddly does not smell of sweat. Instead, cheap flowery perfume permeates the air, whilst a subtle dampness of moisture slickens your shoes as you feel the warmth of her underboob. Yet, directly in front of you stands a colossal pink nipple, doubling your height. The dimpled skin is a light shade of rose with bumps periodically dappling the perimeter of the nipple. Carefully, you begin to stimulate this sensitive location, rubbing your hands over the raised nob. The flesh is tender and smooth but begins to change from the presence of your touch. Slowly, the nipple begins to swell ever so slightly. You can't resist. Grasping the duct with both hands, you begin to lick the tender flesh, sucking and kneading at the now engorged nipple. This action, however, does not go unnoticed. A sudden yelp ushers from above and a swift shifting of movement causes you to lose your grip on the nipple, becoming plastered and squished against the side of her breast. You feel as though you may suffocate in this position until your prison is opened to reveal a scanning set of pale fingers. They immediately latch onto you, pulling you up and outwards from your mammary heaven. [[Continue|Eaten by Agatha]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Inside the Creepy Girl's Sock]''// Unable to resist your temptations, you bring your hands up to delicately massage the folds of the Creepy Girl's sole between your fingers. The damp flesh sticks to your palms and releases with a gentle pull. The smell now is rich and sour, undoubtedly from the copious amounts of sweat produced in such a cramped space. Who knows the last time when she replaced these socks, or even washed them. Gingerly, you bring your palms up towards the folds and slowly begin to tickle the skin. As you begin to fondle the girl’s folds, your world tumbles about and you hear a fit of laughter high above you. It appears your actions did not go unnoticed. A surge of light fills your sight as a pair of monolithic fingers grasp tightly around your body and pull you away from your desires. You have been [[discovered.|Eaten by Agatha]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Pussy]''// Although your task was to garner the Creepy Girl's attention in hopes of finding a way into the Mansion, you cannot resist the perks of your scale from time to time. Curiosity gets the better of you as you assess your surroundings. The near 20-foot-tall sex organ stands before you, as you lie semi prone in the hammock of her panties. It radiates intense heat. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_447a91796eab4f91ab72f6187a761aa8~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Vagina]<c1| [Lick Vagina]<c2| [Part Labia]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[It's musty and heady. Almost too much to bear.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[It tastes salty with a faintness of tang. You shudder, a mix of pleasure and revulsion coursing through you.]] The clit above twitches periodically in tandem with your actions. Surely [[stimulating|Discovered]] the tiny nub will cause a response. []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[The lips are tight, almost unbearably so. Yet with enough strength, you pry apart the slick folds to reveal a dark, ichor coated tunnel. The pink hue deepens to a darker organic red the deeper you gaze into the passage. Periodically, the tunnel flexes and pulses. You could [[venture deeper|Deeper Pussy]] into the dark recesses of the Creepy Girl's inner vagina. From past experiences, you know it may be difficult to return from such a place...]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Creepy Girl's Stomach]''// A thick splash of stomach contents welcomes your form into the depths of the Creepy Girl's belly. Attempting to stand up in the undulating organ is a difficult task. Yet, you manage to hug the stomach lining, hoisting yourself upwards into a sort of crawl / lean. Dimly lit, the giantess' stomach is a modest size. You are maybe about a few feet away from the cardiac sphincter. The ridged pink walls crush in against your sides, tingling you with their already acid soaked membranes. A thick pool of muck rests at the lowest ends of the girl's stomach, nearest to the pyloric sphincter leading to her intestines. You can barely make out the multi colored hue of the pool. Most likely her diet consists of candies and soda. A bubble pops moistly within the pool as the chamber slowly expands. Then, the cardiac sphincter above your head opens a couple of inches with a whooshing sound. ##(text-colour:lime)[(text-style:"rumble")[URP!]] You take in shaky breaths. You've been in stomach's before, given your career path, yet here in this vile woman's organ, you struggle to think of any way to escape... (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:#745e49)[[Venture Deeper]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting this girl's stomach. After a couple of minutes, you hear your chamber vibrate. The sounds of the Creepy Girl reverberate around you, slightly muffled.] ##(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:,"blur")["Ugh, would you quiet down in there? You need to be properly punished!"]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You head towards the sticky pool of muck at the far end of the stomach. Plunging your head into the mire, you search through the sludge and locate the sphincter. You try to pry it open with all your strength yet are unable to make an opening. Resurfacing, a slimy mass is stuck to your side. A piece of digesting gummy bear....]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat emits a tiny fragment of light. You try and pry the sphincter open, but from here it's futile...]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Having tried what you can, you can simply (text-colour:red)[[[accept your fate|Accept fate]]] as a snack for the Creepy Girl. Or possibly, you could try and hold on for just a bit longer... (after:45s)[[[Continue|Agatha Regurgitation]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Boob Squish]''// You can’t help but get a closer look at Gilly’s A sized boobs a little closer. Scooching yourself towards her right most breast, you slip beneath the subtle curve of her lower cup. Here, the semi translucent leotard reveals her dark green areola, while the nipple is a shade of light pink. The scale of both is tiny, even at your minimized state. Seems like most of Gilly’s fat from her meals go’s directly to her tummy and ass. Resting snugly underneath her supple breast, you decide to have a little bit of fun. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6ad38d4270c34049a8158ab4b2af07fb~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Lick Nipple]<c1| [Massage Nipple]<c2|]] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[Positioning yourself just beneath the tiny nipple, you stimulate the nub with you tongue. Even though the pert nipple is beneath her leotard, it still responds to your touch, getting slightly harder and more pronounced. ##(text-style:"sway","blur")["[Mmmm…"] ] Gilly, unaware of your presence, still responds as a warm feeling spreads across her nipple. The nub now presses firmly against your waist, rubbing your nethers tenderly. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[With both hands, you gently massage Gilly’s tiny breast and nipple. Hardening with your touch ever more, the nub now rigidly presses against your crotch. You can’t help but rub up against it’s surface.]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmmm. Zzz"]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Gilly’s chest feel good…”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“EH?!” ]] [[Continue|Gilly Caught A]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Panties]''// Following along the divot of the Creepy Girl's spine, you lower your head to gingerly crest beneath the large black canopy that is her skirt. In front of you, the pale twin globes of her upper rump sway to and fro with the girl's searching movements. The creamy peach skin has a subtle sheen to it, glistening with idle perspiration. You stare back further still, noticing that her cotton pink panties are wedged tightly against her lower back. Then, slowly, the world about you begins to tilt slightly as the Creepy Girl straightens out into a squatting position. In doing so, a small divot forms around the girl's tailbone as the panty edge begins to open. Revealed to you is a dark chasm that contains the girl's cheeks among other private spots... You are heading in there whether you like it or not. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sensing your impeding slip downwards you think you may be able to control your trajectory based on how fast you fall. You can kick off against the small of her back to surge downwards fast, slipping past her rear straight to the [[panty's front.|Panty Front]] Or you can steady your fall, slowing the descent to end up at the [[back of the panties. |Panty Rear]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #1: Cubbies]''// You fan open the book, easy enough to do at your scale given the items tiny size. Flipping through the pages you notice a variety of cute edgy sketches, ranging from skull bunnies with knives, to tiny stick men getting stomped by a much larger stick woman. Coming to one page, you notice a series of notes. --- //Illusions and Spectacles Show Events: *Sword Swallowing w. Logan - Attach them to the end of a dildo and deepthroat them! (WARNING! Do not actually swallow them!) *Butt Sword Swallowing w. Logan - Attach them to the end of a dildo and 'swallow' them with my butthole :P (gotta make sure to be clean for this one!) *Gilly's Event - Contortionism. She ends the show with a lewd dance. (NOTE! Make sure she does not overdo it with any shrunken volunteers. SUPER NOTE! SHE WILL TRY AND ACTUALLY EAT THEM!!) // --- The end of the notes show stick figure drawings of each act for Illusions and Spectacles. You can also [[go back|Proceed to snoop]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Boots]''// You get closer to the one non vacant cubie. Inside, a heavy set of black military boots sit neatly beside one another. The laces are folded firmly together. Not a scratch or speck of dirt rests upon the boots. Getting closer, the thick scent of leather and plastics fills your nose. If it were not for the microscopic scuffs that you could notice at your scale, you would have thought the boots to be brand new. Maybe you could get a closer look? --- (if: $Chaos is >=2)[You're curious to know what the interior of these boots would look and dare smell like. Even if they seem pristine and clean from the outside, you doubt the same could be said for their interior. You must know. [[Proceed to Climb the Boots]]](else:)[Yet, you see no point in climbing these vacant boots. Best not to snoop around in someone else's belongings. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +2 Chaos])] You can [[go back|Cubbies3]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[West Hall - Utility Closet]''// You slip past the wide opening of the cast iron vent, delving into the darkness of the Manor’s hidden tunnels. [[Continue|Tunnels D]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[The West Painting]''// You approach the beginning of the painting which starts at the east end of the hall. The piece depicts a woman with indigo hair and bronze skin, completely in the nude. She stands with arms outstretched; behind her an eclipse bathes the painting in twilight. Beneath her, ambiguous humanoid figures prostrate before the woman, presenting her with small round wooden carvings. Carvings of what seem to be a depiction of an ancient fertility goddess. The painting continues into more modern times, yet still set decades ago, appearing to be the 1950’s. A bustling street set in a cityscape dominates the middle section of the painting. Centermost is the same woman, this time in an egg white dress, standing atop a grate on the sidewalk. Her dress billows upwards as she tries to keep the garment held firmly at her sides. Yet, her bronze face laughs joyously, amused at the predicament instead of embarrassed. Onlookers stare, transfixed by the display. Lastly, the painting comes to an end at the far western end of the wall, closest to the Lounge. Here, the figure sits at a bar surrounded by a crowd of bustling fans. She smiles warmly, signing a piece of paper, while holding a large wine glass filled to the brim with dark red liquid. --- [[Go Back|West Hall Entrance]] – Return to the center of the West Hall.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Panty Bandit]''// Being small often times has its perks. You smile to yourself as you get closer to the discarded panties. Standing before the crumpled mass of cloth, you stare in awe. The undergarment is more akin to a deflated hot air balloon in scale, its length and width nearly more than ten times your own size. From the way the panties were assumedly thrown to the ground, they lay open, with the top of the garment bared to the sky. You step over the bridge of the waistband, standing at the center of the pink panties. --- (link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Inspect Front]")[The front of the panties are speckled with stray black pubes here and there. There is also a damp white film that forms a line running up and down. Hardened in some spots, others are still fairly wet.] - (link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Lick Front]") [Gingerly, you lean down, palms and knees now slightly dampened by the filmy discharge beneath you. Bringing your head closer to the damp spot, you immedietly notice the strong scent. The aura is sour and almost sickly sweet. Despite this, you extend your tongue for a generous lick. The taste is not unlike the smell, with an added tanginess. It's not completely offputting, if it were not for the obvious flavor of sweat that permeates the majority of the flavor.] - (link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Inspect Back]") [The back of the panties are completely spotless, no stray pubes in sight. The clean rosey pink of the panties shine through the back of the underwear. A tiny skull has its mouth agape exactly where you assume the girl's asshole would be located while wearing the garment. Ironic.] - (link-replace: "(text-colour:magenta)[Lick Back]") [You slouch down upon your knees into the soft cloth and bring your head down towards its surface. The scent is clean yet there are also subtle undertones of other smells now that you are closer. An almost synthetic plasticky smell permeates the area...lube? Regardless, you slip out your tongue for an eager lick. Other than the dryness of lapping cloth, you notice a subtle sweetness.] --- You can [[return to the cubbies|Cubbies1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''//(set: $Screwdriver to true) You busy about through a series of trinkets laying off to the side. You find mostly scraps of unusable metal and plastics. (text-colour:yellow)[Miraculously, you do end up finding a miniature watch screwdriver, perfect for your scale! ] --- [[Go back|Climb the tiny ladder]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Panty Bandit]''// (if: $PantyBandit is false)[Entering the left most cubie, you find yourself staring at a pair of black lacey undergarments. Inside the small box, a heavy aroma of perfume fills the air. The scent is crisp, clean, with a delicate trace of lily. Before you is the set of underwear. You hesitate for a moment. If you go mulling about in this clothing it will be very difficult to refold it as perfectly as it is now. Whoever owns this lingerie will know someone messed about in their belongings. --- You can proceed to [[inspect the underwear]] Or [[leave them be|Cubbies5]].] (else:)[You've had your fun already, probably shouldn't mess around anymore in case the owner comes back. --- [[Go back|Cubbies5]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Minifridge]''// You get closer to the large machine at your scale. The black minifridge's glass door is frosted over with a light layer of condensation. Along the left side, the magnetic door is fortunately left open a smidge for you to pry it adjar the rest of the way. Inside along the bottom layer are a set of 12 mini water bottles, (250ml or 8oz). --- (link-replace: "(text-colour:yellow)[Grab a Bottle]")[Prepping your body, you scream "LIGHT WEIGHT" and grab onto the bottle's side. Amazingly, you hoist the bottle up and onto your back. You've had experience before while minimized carrying heavy objects, but this by far is one of the largest. It must weigh at least twice your weight. Someone thirsty might enjoy a sip. (set: $WaterBottle to true)] You can [[go back|Door 3]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Trip Laser]''// (if: $MargoClimb is true) [You’ve already disassembled the trip laser and scaled the giantess. [[Go Back|Margo]] ] (else:)[ As you get closer, you make out a small, rounded translucent dome affixed to the wall, set about 6 inches above the floor. Across the room, there is an identical dome. You can just make out a thin, barely noticeable stream of green light connecting the two glass domes. A laser. Most likely it would alert an individual to the presence of a scurrying tiny meandering in places they shouldn’t be. Inspecting the device, you notice two small screws on either side of the dome. With the proper device potentially, you could disconnect it. --- You can head back to [[Margo]]. (if: $LooseScrew is false)[(if: $Screwdriver is true)[ [(text-colour:yellow)[[Use Screwdriver]]] - You think the small watch screwdriver could do the trick.]] (if: $LooseScrew is true)[ [[Approach Margo Stealthily]] - With the Trip Laser disabled, sneaking closer should be easy.] ]

###(text-style:"underline")[''MEADOWS MANSION v0.49''] Dusk. A time in which the realms of day and night intermingle with one another. A time in which strange phenomena tends to occur. The sky, hued a blood red from the falling sun, casts its deep shadows upon the black obsidian gates before you. A bloody jail cell... That's what you picture in your head as you walk past the Mansion's guard with a wave, flashing them your entrance pass. All students visiting Meadows Mansion are required to pass a rigorous screening process before a wristband is mailed to the recipient. Yours is green, not that you really knew what that meant. The cobblestone walkway along the main road towards the estate is lined with feminine statues, nay goddesses. Various figures of history or legend stand some at least 50 feet in height. Their poses depict confidence, control, and obedience. Amongst their midst, figures like Aphrodite, Medusa, and more modern celebrities like Marilyn Monroe pose stoically while others depict more lewd stances. Fountains adorn the grassy lawn while sculpted shrubbery continues the trend of feminine figures. Eventually, a singular statue stands around 75 feet tall, carved of white marble, depicting the woman of the estate herself. Ms. Meadows, headmaster of Fantasia University, or better known on this estate as Mistress Meadows. Her sculpted form is entirely nude, save for a carving of a generously sized necklace with a triumphant red pendant resting just above her bosom. She has generous perfect curves, an hourglass figure that most would swoon over. Her face is long and sharply aligned with aggressive eyes. Carved into them are ruby stones that seem to stare down at whatever figure tries to stare back as if demanding 'Kneel.' Her long hair covers her exposed breasts and further down her genitals. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_22e6dc2ff5cf42bebc4fdac3998ecb8f~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You take a deep breath as you continue past the statue. You are here for a reason. [[Continue|Introduction 2]]

Past the statue, the cobblestone pathway leads directly to the Mansion's entrance. Before you, the monolithic building stands out triumphantly. Black obsidian pillars flank a massive mahogany doorway that is at least 15 feet high. From the exterior, you can make out a grand glass domed ballroom far to the east, a dining lounge with large windows to the west and at the center of the massive mansion, a tall ornate stone tower stands above all else. Truly, Meadows Mansion is the largest and most impressive estate on the Fantasia Campus. As is school tradition, you need to visit the Mansion for at least 1 Headmaster Gala to graduate with honors in your Bachelor of Advanced Microscopic Science, or BAMS. These Galas are a closely guarded secret amongst the elite of Fantasia University, and to be accepted to one such event was an extreme honor. Some would wait years to receive their degrees. Being granted the honor to attend a Gala would essentially ensure one's own graduation. Fantasia graduates, only about 5% of the enrolling students, lead rich and fulfilling lives, able to mingle with the world's elite in any field they so desired. For you, this was everything. Enjoying the festivities of the weekend long Gala, whatever they entailed, would be a sinch. Yet, there was a catch. Specifically outlined in your acceptance email to the Gala, the curator had demanded that you use your minimizing tech to shrink down to 2 inches tall for the Gala's festivities. Given your field, this was not uncommon for you. Many times you had offered to test various pharmaceuticals produced by the scientists in your field. You were well versed in the risks that could come. You had even found yourself in many unfortunate circumstances regarding accidental ingestion, yet always found a way to make it out of such events. Additionally, many other students from other faculties requested minimizing drugs from time to time for recreational purposes. You would be lying if you didn’t recount the multitude of times you profited by either selling said drugs or offering your minimized 'services' to various clientele. Suffice it to say, you knew you would be in for some 'festivities' this weekend. And festivities there would be, as far off to the side parking lot you could make out a series of vehicles denoting all sorts of different event coordinators. It was going to be an interesting 72 hours. Steeling yourself, you pop three minimizing pills (which would keep you shrunk and slightly durable for the next three days) and wait for the drug’s effects to take place. [[Continue|Entrance]]

(if: $prybar is true)[Bobby Pin - Purple and black, it bends slightly.] (if: $stringA is 1)[Frayed Lace - A small length of white string. Could be used to tie things.] (if: $glasses is true)[Glasses - A pair of well worn glasses. There's a band of tape holding them together in the middle.] (if: $Lipstick is true)[Black Lipstick - Mostly used up, the roll has a swirling purple pattern running up its length. A plastic skull fits over top as a makeshift cap.] (if: $Note1 is true)[Vol.1 of the Serpentine Waltz. (link-reveal: "Read: ") [ Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot. Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]] (if: $Note2 is true)[Vol.2 of the Serpentine Waltz. (link-reveal: "Read: ") [ Step 3 - Step forward with the left foot. Step 4 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]] (if: $WaterBottle is true)[Mini Water Bottle - *Fiji Supreme Water.* Are those gold flecks inside? Pretty fancy.] (if: $Flashlight is true)[Flashlight - The small black keychain flashlight is a perfect size for you.] (if: $CrushCore is true)[Crush Core - A tiny, even at your scale, metallic dome. The object vibrates slightly in your palms. It would not take much pressure to release the tiny drones within.] (if: $Cheese is true)[Moldy Cheese - Smells absolutely awful at your scale. A small lump of white fuzz grows on one half of the orange cheddar.] (if: $Cheese2 is true)[Cheese - Smells pretty bad, but still edible. A rich old cheddar with oaky notes.] (if: $Screwdriver is true)[Watch Screwdriver - It's a small watch screwdriver, perfect for your scale.] (if: $PoolKeyCard is true)[Pool Key Card - A small stamp sized card made of hard plastic. It's glossy black like obsidian glass.] (if: $Cherry is true)[Cherries - Sticky maraschino cherries, used for cocktail drinks. Super sweet!] (if: $BCB is true)[Black Cat Brew - A swirling vial of highly concentrated alcohol. Bound to get anyone wasted with just a couple of drops.] (if: $Fork is true)[Plastic Fork - A simple plastic utensil.] (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

(set: $Note2 to true) You begin to search around the stray papers for anything worth note. It’s fairly dim in here, you can’t make out much without light. (if: $Flashlight is true)[You decide to turn on your flashlight and notice a small torn note that looks like a list of dance steps labeled Vol.2 of the Serpentine Waltz. It reads: (text-colour:yellow)[Step 3 - Bring your left foot next to your right foot. Step 4 – Step back with the right foot.] The remainder of the note is torn away. You pocket it for later reference. ] You can [[go back|into the divide2]]

You begin to search around the stray papers for anything worth note. It’s fairly dim in here, you can’t make out much without light. --- (if: $Flashlight is true)[[[Use the Flashlight|Note2]]] You can [[go back|into the divide]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch: Monrose's Looming Ass]''// You slip down between the couch cushions. It’s a small drop, about 20 feet, but nothing you can’t climb out of. As you get closer you come to realize that the glimmer is from the silver tip of a battery! Excellent, you’ll need one of these if you want to help out Agatha with her dildo situation. You hoist the cylinder onto your back and begin your ascent. Off in the distance, the customary THUMP of footfalls echoes out. Yet, these ones are louder and more bassy. Each step with purpose, thrums ever closer, ever louder. You hear muffled the accented voice of Mistress Monrose as she approaches the vermillion couch. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh yes, this old thing? Sourced from Iran, once formally Persia! The designs are exquisite and go quite well with my décor, yes!”] You hastily begin to climb up with renewed vigor. However, your ascent upwards is much slower due to the added weight of the battery alongside an ascent as opposed to descent. Then, your blood runs cold as the dim light above begins to darken. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“It is ever so comfy too, in fact, I think I’ll have a seat right now, YES!”] Mistress Monrose waggles her purple draped derriere above the couch cushion directly where you are lodged between. With a casual hand, she flips aside her dress bottom to reveal her bare bum. Slowly, the darkness increases as your upper view is eclipsed by a rapidly approaching brown moon. You grit your teeth and brace yourself for the inevitable. (text-colour:#675b70)[“WAIT!”] The looming planet of an ass stops as you hear Agatha’s call of concern. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Yes Agatha, my darling student?”] Questions Mistress Monrose expectantly. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2e490d1ceeae4580a8630621ff495c4b~mv2.png"> --- Agatha begins to fumble with some words. Now is the perfect opportunity to decide what to do while Monrose is stationary. [[Slip Back Down]] – It’ll be safe between the divide. You’ll just have to wait out Monrose’s seat. [[Climb Now]] – This is your one chance to escape, who knows how long she’ll stay seated.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths]''// You look up towards one of the booths and notice someone you know. It’s the Creepy girl from outside! Albeit, looking a lot less creepy now and a bit more gothic. She’s changed from her casual clothes into more formal attire. A black flowing dress, trimmed with lace accents fully covers her curvy frame. Higher up, accents of purple jewelry contrast nicely with her lavender eyes and fair porcelain skin. You sigh, noticing a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. That’ll keep her in a good mental state, you hope. You overhear someone call out to her, a blonde girl with pigtails in a tight pink dress. She steps up to her, at least a foot taller than the Creepy Girl, sneering at her from above. “Agatha! Haha, what kind of dress is that?! Did you pick it up from the 1800’s or something? Pahaha!” The Bully girl snickers and trots away with her entourage, proud of her snide remark. You notice Agatha just rolls her eyes and shews away the group, unamused by their statements. She then downs a martini in one gulp and lets out an open-mouthed belch. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Yeesh, need to get drunk sooner, this place is kinda lame…”] Mutters Agatha under her breath. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_94e6e04467034805889ce26816fb0f30~mv2.png"> --- You wonder if confronting her would be a good idea. You recall your events with her from earlier. Hopefully you made the right decisions! (if: $AgathaMad is true)[ [[Confront Agatha from Below]] – The Booths are low to the ground and the atmosphere is relatively quiet. Should be easy to call out to her from the ground. ] (if: $AgathaBest is true)[ [[Confront Agatha from Below|Agatha Best Friends]] – The Booths are low to the ground and the atmosphere is relatively quiet. Should be easy to call out to her from the ground. ] (if: $BCB is true)[ (text-colour:orange)[ [[Climb up Stealthily]]] - Covertly, you also notice a pillow pathway up towards the top of the Booth. It would take a while to climb, but surely that would be a stealthy way to progress upwards unseen. ] (if: $AgathaBest is false)[(if: $Grace >= 1)[ [[Introduce Yourself Politely|Communicate with Agatha2]]] (else:)[(text-colour:cyan)[(Requires +1 Grace)]]] (if: $AgathaBest is false)[(if: $Chaos >= 1)[ [[Demand her Attention|Confront Agatha from Below2]]] (else:)[(text-colour:orange)[(Requires +1 Chaos)]]] [[Return to the Booths Central|Booths]] – You have some other matters to attend to.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[West Hall - Utility Closet]''// (if: $GauntDead is true)[ The shack is empty. [[Go back|Utility Closet Entrance]] ](else:)[ Trepidatiously, you approach the small cardboard container. A fetid smell begins to fill your nostrils. You notice scraps of cloth, purple, green, red, just like the painting, all sprawled out around the ground nearest the box’s opening. Then, you hear strange mewling sounds from further inside. Rounding the corner, you see the being directly for the first time. An androgynous minimized student it seems but dressed in simple rags. It’s completely bald and extremely skinny, most likely malnourished. Pale pleading eyes connect with your own, a look of desperation and fear. Without warning, it sneers, bearing yellow teeth as a haggard voice sputters out a cryptic warning. “The Coven will consume you like the rest. Hide and hide away, it is the only way!” It begins to claw at its bare scalp, sunken eyes shut in disdain. “The three seek to control us all! Their reach and power are unfathomable!” Then it stops. Hands resting on the ground, stooped low. Clarity sets into its face. “But…we humans have something they will never have.” Quickly, the being rushes up towards you. For a moment you fear you’ll need to defend yourself, but instead of attacking, the gaunt figure merely grasps your hands lightly. A tender, pleading touch. “HOPE!” The figure droops its head low, releasing your palms. Stepping away, it turns walking into the dim darkness of its makeshift home before settling into a seated position on the cold ground. “Bring me the black poison. The Wretched Witch of Revelry will consume all forms of spirits with reckless abandon.” The gaunt figure clutches its fist and grits its yellowed teeth. “But I…I shall ensure that creature does not live another day. I will give myself to the cause and ensure the black poison is strong enough to destroy the Witch!” Almost screaming its last words, the figure then becomes near catabolic, refusing to commune with you anymore or move from its place of rest. You don’t understand many of the cryptic phrases this androgynous thing spoke of. It could very well just be deranged delusions or perhaps words of wisdom. Regardless, you step away. --- [[Return to the Closet Central|Utility Closet Entrance]] (if: $BCB is true)[ (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Hand Over the Black Cat Brew]]] - Is this the black poison the being spoke of? ] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Vent]''// You get up from the comfy cushions to peer past the tight slots of the vent in front of you. Darkness. Then, a flicker of orange light followed by more sounds of metal clanking. Something or someone is in there! The vent is fastened tight against the wall by two screws. With a tool you could potentially undo it. --- [[Return to the Booths Central|Booths]] – You have other matters to attend to for now. (if: $Screwdriver is true)[ (text-colour:yellow)[[[Use the Screwdriver|Free Gilly]]] – Just the tool for the job! ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''//(set: $ToiletScene to false) You’re not risking getting caught up in an awkward situation, explaining to someone why you were perusing around a toilet at your scale. With a leap of faith, you jump off the toilet’s edge, sliding across the porcelain bowls base you skid to a halt upon the tiled floor with minor scrapes and bruises. Now fully hidden beside the toilet, you gaze upon the massive figure now entering the stall. In your sightline is none other than Margo, Mistress Meadows’ bodyguard. She looks to be in a bit of a rush. She shuts the door hurriedly before undoing her pants. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0d7d18155a0548d99c4a7fa1608858f8~mv2.png"> --- Before you, the stripped-down form of this well-toned woman lies in your eyesight. Margo has smooth creamy skin, unblemished and distinguished by the subtle curves of muscle beneath. She strips her lower garments quickly and with purpose, revealing to you her neatly trimmed bush and luscious lower lips. A stern determined expression is painted across her face, prepared to relieve herself in a swift manner. From your vantage point below, she briefly turns around, planting her firm butt upon the toilet before you can get any kind of glance. Then, without hesitation, a quick hissing sound echoes out from within the toilet as Margo empties her bladder. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm. Finally, relief…”] Then, a bassier sound drums out from the bowl. (text-style:"rumble")[''BRAP!''] Margo pays no mind to the sudden expulsion of gas from her ass, merely a natural process of her bathroom habits. Then, a slick crackling sound replaces the periodic farts as the bodyguard fully empties her colon of any waste. From below, you witness Margo tear off generous chunks of toilet paper as she begins to clean herself. The whole ordeal merely lasted a couple of minutes. It appears nature’s call is swift and efficient for this woman. She then pulls up her coal black underwear and pants, shimmying her toned waist into the tight slacks, before washing her hands and exiting the stall. [[Continue|Toilets1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''//(set: $AgathaHungry to 2) You’re not chancing the odds inside Agatha’s caustic gut. Before her very eyes you spin in her palm and leap off the edge without warning. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Eh? What the fuck?!”] The wind passes by your face as you careen towards the hard wooden surface below. #(text-style:'rumble')[THAMP!] You crash down hard upon the surface, your vision blurring and legs aching from the impact. Your ears ring out in pain. You rush towards the center of the table, hoping for some kind of mercy from the others. There is none. Barely audible through your stupor, you hear Agatha’s cackle from above. “Haha! You stupid little shit! Trying to jump down with nowhere to run?! You know all of us girls have you locked on the table here eh?” The gothic giantess merely folds her arms under her medium breasts. “You haven’t quite pleased me yet twerp and now you’re on my BAD side. I promise if you approach me again, I’m gonna slurp you up in an instant. Agatha then sucks on her index finger, closing her eyes in pleasure. She releases the digit with a wet smack. #SLIP! #GLP! (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, just like that!”] You may have fucked up here. If you return to Agatha, she’s surely going to swallow you down with little to no remorse. Best return to her when you are at full strength. [[Continue|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''// You can see that Margo is clearly in a rush to relieve herself, so you decide to waste no time and give her some space to do her business. Without hesitation, you prepare to leap down. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Wait, allow me.” ] Gingerly, with delicate hands, Margo lifts you from the toilet bowl and places you carefully beside the toilet. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Best not to risk injury from such an imposing height. Anyways, I truly do not care if you watch me take a crap or not. Everyone must answer nature’s call. But your politeness is noted.”] Margo then wastes little time and unbuttons her waistband. Given her lack of modesty and apparent consent to watch, you can’t help but bear witness to the scene unfolding. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_55f40564a0064273b5ad7972ac67cc3b~mv2.png"> --- Before you, the stripped-down form of this well-toned woman lies in your eyesight. Margo has smooth creamy skin, unblemished and distinguished by the subtle curves of muscle beneath. She strips her lower garments quickly and with purpose, revealing to you her neatly trimmed bush and luscious lower lips. A stern determined expression is painted across her face, prepared to relieve herself in a swift manner. From your vantage point below, she briefly turns around, planting her firm butt upon the toilet before you can get any kind of glance. Then, without hesitation, a quick hissing sound echoes out from within the toilet as Margo empties her bladder. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm. Finally, relief…I am not given much of a break from Mistress’ tasks, especially while guarding the second floor. Thus, I take the little time I have to use the restrooms.”] Who knew the Headmaster could be so cruel to restrict even bathroom breaks for her staff… Then, a bassier sound drums out from the bowl. (text-style:"rumble")[''BRAP!''] (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Excuse me.”] Then, a slick crackling sound replaces the periodic farts as the bodyguard fully empties her colon of any waste. From below, you witness Margo tear off generous chunks of toilet paper as she begins to clean herself. The whole ordeal merely lasted a couple of minutes. It appears nature’s call is swift and efficient for this woman. She then pulls up her coal black underwear and pants, shimmying her toned waist into the tight slacks, before washing her hands. Before leaving, Margo stares back at you with a lingering sense of curiosity. Without a word, she leaves the stall. [[Continue|Toilets1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// You decide not to take any risks with this cheese and instead pocket it for later. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok Morsel, Gilly trust you!” ] Her belly suddenly growls in protest, having lost out on a potential snack. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“It fine, Gilly find different snack!”] With that, she crawls away in search of sustenance. --- (link:"Return to Lab Center")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration2")]

(Content currently under development) For your efforts in defying the odds, remember the code "Climbing Master" to recieve a bonus skip later on in the game's development! [[Return to the pool entrance|Pool Entrance]]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $EastHallVent to true)(set: $EastHallNew to false)(set: $Flashlight to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1) Which path would you like to follow? --- (link: "(text-colour:cyan)[Path of Grace]")[(set: $Grace to it + 3)(go-to: "Lab Exploration")] - You were kind to both Agatha and Beth, assisting them where necessary. (link: "(text-colour:orange)[Path of Chaos]")[(set: $Chaos to it + 3)(go-to: "Lab Exploration")] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab]''// You find yourself in the small catacomb-like room that is Professor Arc’s Laboratory. The air is musty and damp, filled with the acrid tinge of chemical experimentation. To your North is a chrome grate set into the stone wall, about 6ft up from the ground. A small wooden foot stool rests beneath it. This must be the entrance into the tunnels. It looks too small for a woman of Professor Arc’s stature to climb into, but a girl like Gilly could just barely fit. To the East is a series of plastic and cardboard boxes, jumbled about messily against the wall. Here, Gilly scours the debris, searching for vermin. To the South is a tall metal door. A metal tread is fitted to the base. No way to pass through there, even at your scale. To the West Professor Arc works diligently with a series of vials and soldering equipment. Stray sparks arc off from her working hands in a series of bright blue lights. She seems busy at the moment. --- Go to the [[West Lab Equipment]] Go to the [[East Stone Wall]] Go to the [[North Chrome Grate]] Inspect the [[South Door]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab]''// You find yourself in the small catacomb-like room that is Professor Arc’s Laboratory. The air is musty and damp, filled with the acrid tinge of chemical experimentation. To your North is a chrome grate set into the stone wall, about 6ft up from the ground. A small wooden foot stool rests beneath it. This must be the entrance into the tunnels. It looks too small for a woman of Professor Arc’s stature to climb into, but a girl like Gilly could just barely fit. To the East is a series of plastic and cardboard boxes, jumbled about messily against the wall. Here, Gilly scours the debris, searching for vermin. To the South is a tall metal door. A metal tread is fitted to the base. No way to pass through there, even at your scale. To the West Professor Arc works diligently with a series of vials and soldering equipment. Stray sparks arc off from her working hands in a series of bright blue lights. She seems busy at the moment. --- Go to the[[West Lab Equipment|West Lab Equipment2]] Go to the [[East Stone Wall|East Stone Wall2]] Go to the [[North Chrome Grate|North Chrome Grate2]] Inspect the [[South Door|South Door2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Mrs. Larson]''// Mrs. Larson stops in her tracks, and you notice her brows begin to furrow, as if something is bothering her. She turns her head around and stares downwards. Mrs. Larson reaches down with her left hand to grab ahold of her heavy buttocks. Slowly, the giantess begins to part her left butt cheek wide. You are given the first glimpse of the rest of her red G-string. The band of cloth is barely visible amongst the heavy creamy skin within this woman's cleft. Yet, it still holds, standing vigil, protecting the outer world from any and all that would bear witness to her most intimate bits. Despite the bathing suit's efforts, you notice the coffee-colored lines of Mrs. Larson's wide asshole peeking out from the sides. The hole must be a generous size, given its visibility even beyond the barrier of the G-string. Lower down, her plump vaginal lips peek out, only the pink interior covered by the rest of the swimming suit. Then, Mrs. Larson does the unthinkable. Slowly, she peels away the G-string's band with her left hand to reveal her anus to the world. Her labia are still hidden, yet the woman's asshole is now bare and free. The hole, dark with many radial lines outstretching from the center, is wide and spotless. The sphincter flexes periodically, revealing a beigy pink center deeper within. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["Hmm, enjoying yourself?"] In shock, you stare up towards the eyes of this goddess. She smiles down, but not at you, instead still staring back at her own ass. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["Oops, my mistake, I should let you out first so you can answer."] The cheeks spread wider. “MMMMmmm...” Mrs. Larson groans in pleasure from above as she continues to flex her asshole. This time, the hole stays parted, the beige interior fully replaced by the soft pink folds of her inner rectum. Suddenly, you notice something cresting outwards from her ass. A person! Another tiny, a girl with a head of long blonde hair and a face full of freckles, is pushed out halfway up to her waist from Mrs. Larson's anus. She begins to cough and sputter, a look of annoyance upon her face as she calls out to respond to her coach above. "Mrs. Larson *pant* how much longer do I have to stay in here?" The giantess chuckles deeply from above, each laugh causing her anus to flex slightly. The girl shrieks from the added movements. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["My dear young Jacklyn, be patient, will you? Your Sink Session will commence shortly in the pool. We discussed this earlier. With Sam now surpassing you, you'll need to show even more initiative to stay on the team. And you should be grateful, not many get to accompany a faculty head at one of Mistress Meadows' Galas."] Without giving the girl an opportunity to reply, Mrs. Larson extends her left middle finger, planting it directly on Jacklyn's head, pushing her back into the anus with a slurp. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5685077114114c5e80f7bb960562a879~mv2.png"> --- ##''SNAP!'' The G-String band is once more lost between the generous buns. ##''SMACK! '' Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more. Then, as she begins to exit, she notices you standing off to the side, a look of subtle shock on your face. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["Oh, I did not know I had an audience! My apologies."] Mrs. Larson nods her head downwards respectfully. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["I would have been a bit less coy if I knew I wasn't alone. Nevertheless, this is a public space."] She shrugs, seemingly unphased by the fact that you just saw her shove a girl up her ass. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["You probably had the opportunity to creep underneath the doorway of my shower stall and catch a peek. Yet here you stand outside. Such a polite tiny, I'll remember that! I just love polite people who follow rules."] Mrs. Larson beams at you with a wide, crystal white smile. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["For your good manners I would invite you to join Jacklyn and I for a bit of a dip in the swimming pool. Oh, and don't worry, she'll be the one doing the Sink Session, you can merely just have a little swim...or join in too if you want."] She smiles devilishly at you; the grin sultry. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["But you'll need to first find your own pool key card. Not my manor, so not my rules."] Mrs. Larson approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["Take care for now, my polite tiny, I look forward to seeing you later on." ] Mrs. Larson winks and turns; the sight of her heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool. [[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Showers with Mrs.Larson]''// Mrs. Larson stops in her tracks, and you notice her brows begin to furrow, as if something is bothering her. She turns her head around and stares downwards. Your pulse quickens, is she staring at you, did she catch sight of you somehow? You're certain you were careful. Instead, Mrs. Larson reaches down with her left hand to grab ahold of her heavy buttocks. She was staring down at her own ass. You sigh. Slowly, the giantess begins to part her left butt cheek wide. You are given the first glimpse of the rest of her red G-string. The band of cloth is barely visible amongst the heavy creamy skin within this woman's cleft. Yet, it still holds vigil, protecting the outer world from any and all that would bear witness to her most intimate bits. Despite the bathing suits efforts, you notice the coffee-colored lines of Mrs. Larson's wide asshole peeking out from the sides. The hole is a generous size, given its visibility even beyond the barrier of the G-string. Lower down, her plump vaginal lips peek out, only the pink interior covered by the rest of the swimming suit. Then, Mrs. Larson does the unthinkable. Slowly, she peels away the G-string's band with her left hand to reveal her anus to the world. Her labial lips are still hidden, yet the woman's asshole is now bare and free. The hole, dark with many radial lines outstretching from the center, is wide and spotless. The sphincter flexes periodically, revealing a beigy pink center deeper within. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["Hmm, enjoying yourself?" ] In shock, you stare up towards the eyes of this goddess. She smiles down, but not at you, instead still staring back at her own ass. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["Oops, my mistake, I should let you out first so you can answer."] The cheeks spread wider. “MMMMmmm...” Mrs. Larson groans in pleasure from above as she continues to flex her asshole. This time, the hole stays parted, the beige interior fully replaced by the soft pink folds of her inner rectum. Suddenly, you notice something cresting outwards from her ass. A person! Another tiny, a girl with a head of long blonde hair and a face full of freckles, is pushed out halfway up to her waist from Mrs. Larson's anus. She begins to cough and sputter, a look of annoyance upon her face as she calls out to respond to her coach above. "Mrs. Larson *pant* how much longer do I have to stay in here?" The giantess chuckles deeply from above, each laugh causing her anus to flex slightly. The girl shrieks from the added movements. (text-colour:#e1c7ad)["My dear young Jacklyn, be patient, will you? Your Sink Session will commence shortly in the pool. We discussed this earlier. With Sam now surpassing you, you'll need to show even more initiative to stay on the team. And you should be grateful, not many get to accompany a faculty head at one of Mistress Meadows' Galas."] Without giving the girl an opportunity to reply, Mrs. Larson extends her left middle finger, planting it directly on Jacklyn's head, pushing her back into the anus with a slurp. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5685077114114c5e80f7bb960562a879~mv2.png"> --- ##''SNAP!'' The G-String band is once more lost between the generous buns. ##''SMACK! '' Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more, sauntering into the shower room hall. She approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. The sight of Mrs. Larson's heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool. [[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[The Polite Tiny]''// You begin to leave, before you hear the shower within the stall turn off. You stand carefully off to the side to avoid the pathway of the impending giantess. The door then opens. You immediately recognize the sight of Fantasia University's very own Mrs. Larson, head of the Athletics Faculty and once Olympic swimmer. The woman is in her mid 40's but wields her age more so as a status symbol as opposed to a detriment. Like fine wine, Mrs. Larson used sex appeal to her advantage. Her figure is accentuated with boisterous curves and a subtle healthy pudge alongside her abdomen. Adorning her figure is a thin red two-piece bathing suit, the bottoms a G-String that runs tightly between her two round buns. Slick raven black hair reaches down her back, resting just above those generous cheeks. Turning about as she bathes; you are given a glimpse of her side profile. Her face is sleek and refined. The jaw is powerful and the features striking but not overbearing. ##(text-style:"blink")[''THM! THM! THM!''] Titanic steps edge closer towards the wooden door, inches from where you are standing. Then, the steps come to a halt. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b4cf07902844049a58e48d5e5b93f60~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Larson Encounter Aware]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Squashed Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''// Settled into the sole of Mrs. Larson's foot flesh, you realize from the muffled sounds above that she is talking to someone. Unfortunately for you in your current predicament. Slowly, you begin to convulse, all air lost from your lungs, now sealed in a tomb of this woman's foot flesh. All begins to go dark. ##(text-style:"blink")[''THM! THM! THM!''] Mrs. Larson begins to walk once more, your body stuck to the bottom of her foot, unwilling to be released. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''// You instead try and brace yourself, making your body as flat as possible to hopefully survive the footfalls of Mrs. Larson. ##(text-style:"blink")[''THM! THM! THM!''] The towering legs of the giantess, creamy and completely smooth, hover closer and closer. From your angle, you are given brief glimpses of the wet wrinkly soles. The toes, painted red, scrunch and flex with each step. You notice suds still clinging to the bottom of her foot. Then, her left sole becomes even more detailed, hovering just above you before... ##(text-style:"rumble")[''THMMP!''] An impossible pressure crashes down upon you, flattening your form down into near nothingness. The air within your lungs is immediately lost but you still remain conscious and alive, no bones broken. Yet, Mrs. Larson has stopped. She is no longer walking forward. You don't know how much longer you can last without air. Completely unable to move, you stare upwards in the damp darkness at the hard ridges of skin above you. The sudsy footpad crushes down, the flesh molding into your body, sealing you away in a tomb of thick foot skin. Fortunately, there is no terrible odor other than the subtle scent of soap. Not that it will matter if you run out of breath. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_216e73e59eb04525b296824616e30f62~mv2.png"> --- [[Try and hold on]] (text-colour:purple)[(70%)] (text-colour:red)[[[Accept your fate|Larson Squish]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''// ##(text-style:"blink")[''THM! THM! THM!''] The towering legs of the giantess, creamy and completely smooth, hover closer and closer. From your angle, you are given brief glimpses of the wet wrinkly soles. The toes, painted red, scrunch and flex with each step. You notice suds still clinging to the bottom of her foot. Then, her left sole becomes even more detailed, hovering just above you before... ##(text-style:"rumble")[''THMMP!''] An impossible pressure crashes down upon you, flattening your form down into near nothingness. The air within your lungs is immediately lost but you remain conscious and alive, no bones broken. Yet, Mrs. Larson has stopped. She is no longer walking forward. You don't know how much longer you can last without air. Completely unable to move, you stare upwards in the damp darkness at the hard ridges of skin above you. The sudsy footpad crushes down, the flesh molding into your body, sealing you away in a tomb of thick foot skin. Fortunately, there is no terrible odor other than the subtle scent of soap. Not that it will matter if you run out of breath. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_216e73e59eb04525b296824616e30f62~mv2.png"> --- [[Try and hold on]] (text-colour:purple)[(70%)] (text-colour:red)[[[Accept your fate|Larson Squish]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Clever Plan]''// Noticing the lack of coordination between the two possessed goddesses gives you an idea. The dirtier you are the less desirable of a snack you’ll be. Confidently you approach the pair and announce yourself as a willing meal for the goddess that is worthy of consuming you. Agatha blares out angrily, (text-color:#675b70)[“No, those aren’t the rules, you gotta choose you sniveling bug! No more games!”] Still, you continue to walk forward, uncertainty spreading across Agatha’s glowing red face. Margo scowls with a growl, (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Grrr, the tiny Ant is clever, trying to pit us against one another.”] Off to the side, Agatha’s tummy lets out an angry growl. #GLLLRK! Her face tightens in pain, obviously famished, the desire to consume you clouding her judgement. Margo notices this and begins to react. (text-color:#de4a4a)[“Quiet down your greedy stomach you damned ravenous goth!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_00c660d326b24ac7af497d00f0bcca0f~mv2.png"> --- Ironically, Margo’s stomach pipes up next. #SHLURK! Agatha lashes back, (text-color:#675b70)[“Your metabolism is what causes YOU to pig out all the time Margo, you should let me have them, their tiny body will put you over whatever ‘calorie’ goal you have!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e878f2ff27b24cee9adc329c3284dba4~mv2.png"> --- Still, you step forward, now past the lip of the couch, emerging into clear space. Both giantesses turn their heads to you in an instant, planting themselves onto all fours and leaning their heads towards you. Greedy maws part, glistening with fresh saliva. In unison the two scream out, (text-color:#675b70)[“They’re] (text-color:#de4a4a)[mine!”] You hope your plan works, as suddenly two massive red mouths surge towards your body. To your left, Margo’s glistening mouth, scented with hoppy beer and laden with crystal clear saliva leans in close. Her throat gapes wide, generous in scale, adept at consuming food quickly and effectively. To your right, Agatha’s slimy mouth, smelling of sweet spirits and dabbled with coagulated frothy spit gets within arm’s reach. Her throat is tight and dripping with mucous; no doubt it would be quite slick in there. Then, both tongues lash out at you in an instant. #SHLAP! From either side, plush and thin lips slam into your body as the giantesses fight over you in a slathering kiss. Lashing tongues, one watery and slick the other sticky and fragrant coat your body, rubbing away the generous coating of dirt and grime in an instant. Then, both tongues stop, having tasted your dusty flavor. #(text-color:#675b70)[ACK!] #(text-color:#de4a4a)[HACK!] Both woman recoil in an instant, tasting the gritty dirt and dust and retching off to the side. Now’s your chance. With what little energy you have left, you rush forwards in the narrow valley between both women, headed directly for exit of the Gallery. But before you can reach it, a commotion is reaching its apex between Monrose and Gilly. [[Continue|Gilly Monrose Encounter]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's RIGHT Leg]''// (set: $GreenBand to true) You trek up and past the shoe and begin your climb up the slim tanned right leg of the Alt Girl. Small tiny hairs, stubble from a late shave, line the ridges of the girl's thin legs. You use these grabbing points to help with your ascent. Given the angle, you make your way up to just below her knee. (if: $shoelacestied is true) [(set: $GreenBand to true)All too suddenly, her right leg begins to shift. It appears her leg has finally grown tired and begins to move towards the door. However, with the shoes tied together, the Alt Girl begins to lift her foot to move and instead is taken unawares as the laces pull taught together and come undone, causing her to fall forward. ##(text-colour:blue)["Huh? Wha-?!"] The world about you tilts as the giantess begins to sail downwards. Thinking quickly, you jump off the calf towards the ground before the Alt Girl collides with the floor. ##(text-style:"rumble")[THOOM!] The giantess falls face forward, arms outstretched towards the floor with a loud crash. She groans, not expecting to meet the ground so suddenly. You yourself tuck and roll to the ground; a fall not uncommon for you when minimized. From here, you can [[head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]. Or try and [[get closer to the giantess]] now that she's prone.] (else:)[All too suddenly, her right leg begins to shift. It appears her right leg has finally grown tired and begins to move towards the door. As the leg begins to tilt, the angle becomes sheer and then completely flipped. You hold dearly on to the stubble, beneath you a long drop to the ground would surely do some damage. Your grasp begins to slip, yet all that tugging seems to have garnered the Giantess' attention. ##(text-colour:blue)["Huh? What the hell is yanking on my shin?" ] You grit your teeth and can no longer hold on as the Alt Girl begins to shift. You grasp loosens and then, you fall...into a surprisingly plush surface? Around you, thin digits painted with baby blue nail polish collapse around you tight, as you are snatched and drawn upwards. [[Continue.|Discovered Alt Girl]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''// You daringly leap off her her wrist towards the hanging bracelet upon Margo's wrist. [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 30)[You miraculously sail through the air straight towards the hanging band, with impressive force from your momentum, the rubber red band snaps away. You sail to the ground, skidding against the bodyguard's abdomen and leg, scuffed but no worse for wear. You'll need to continue to act fast, a growl from above does not bode well for your current predicament. [[Continue|Red Band Success]]](else:)[You try with all your might and speed to jump and reach the hanging red band, but unfortunately you fall short. You begin to sail widely through the air, flailing about, until a wall of firm flesh, Margo's free hand, snatches you before the ground could decide your bloody fate. [[Continue|Margo Punishment]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// With the candy string set up, you position yourself opposite Gilly’s finger, 4 gummies between you and her, at the end of the string. You figure this way will be much safer than facing off against Gilly’s slurping maw. Gilly, however, seems to have another plan. She narrows her eyes and smiles before stifling a small laugh. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hehehe, silly Morsel!”] Her rough clammy hand reaches out to snatch you up, before tying YOU to the mid-section of the string. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“We play this way! That way, Gilly can taste the sweet sweets AND Morsel without danger!”] You question that last statement but based on her ability to tie firm knots you’re confident that you won’t come undone from the string, nor will it loosen from Gilly’s finger. Affixed now to the center of the long candy rope, Gilly begins to lift you and the gummies off the ground before dangling you overhead. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“WE PLAY NOW! AHHHHH!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_71ec8491bbae4d8a8396e36438993c2a~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|String Game Tight]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Lie]''// (set: $GreenBand to true) You begin to ramble on about some lame excuse of getting caught and slipping into the dark recesses of the Alt Girl's most private places. All through this, the girl can smell bullshit and merely rolls her eyes at you lame excuse. (text-colour:blue)["Ya ya, ok that’s enough Pipsqueak, I've heard that story many times before from the other creeps that indulge in minimizing drugs. Seems like you're no different than the rest." ] Doesn't matter to you though, ultimately you got to experience a grand old time whilst this Alt Girl was wholly unaware. (text-colour:blue)["Here." ] The Alt Girl places you down promptly in front of the mahogany doors, past a thin barely noticeable trip laser. She talks down to you now, both physically and subjectively. (text-colour:blue)["All green bands are given entrance to the Main Floor of the mansion without any kind of alarms going off but unable to access the upper floors. You'll need a VIP silver band for that. A bronze band would have also done you good, as it offers you free passage along the main floor, AKA, no one will really fuck with you. I would wish you luck Pipsqueak, but knowing your antics, it'll probably run out soon enough with the more vicious patrons."] She opens the doors for you and walks through ahead. With the twirl of blue hair, she calls back to you before leaving. (text-colour:blue)["By the way, name's Beth. Bring me a cig if you wanna apologize for your bullshit."] The last you see is a pair of tight daisy dukes sauntering forward, her pert behind lost amongst the bustle of the Mansion's entrance. [[Continue Forward.|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''// It isn’t hard to spin some tale about how Gilly was wrong, given her assumed lack of reasoning and intelligence. Despite this, the Gremlin Girl squints her eyes warily down at you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hmmm, Morsel lie? Or…Morsel keep snack for itself!”] You continue to play dumb, holding onto your well-earned prize. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok, Morsel keep secret…but Gilly remember.”] She begins to crawl away yet continues to stare back at you warily like a lioness eyeing a crafty vulture. --- (link:"Return to Lab Center")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration2")]

[[Test Foot Toy]] is the little event I wanted to write. It happend while I was in here correcting things but I am still using the stop watch on google and I stopped it while I wrote the part. Well it is very foot focused and goes in the direction I wanted it but also would have carried on if that would be my story yet I need to finish it early since I would have tried to make more out of the little adventure. - I started to remove the passwords from the passages. Probably in the start are still two left if. I write this here after 2 hours work. I done all of the first gilly encounter and sleepy gilly, with the proffessor and went over to Margo. - I started to disconnect arrows that lead back to the main location like Entrance Foyer since a lot of arrows pointed that way and every way you go with Margo would lead back to the Entrance Foyer or to a Restart so I only kept the once that go to the East or West Hall and come from the start but not from Margo so I can organize Margo's part better - I changed MargoMad in [[bow]] to false since it was a sign of respect after you won and she shouldn't be mad at you anymore, rather be neutral in my option can be changed by just removing the line on top - Colored some passage with Margo that was never colored [[Tell Margo you’re fine]] and [[Tell Margo You Thought it was Hot]] - Colored the right color of Gilly for all the interaction in the old part (It is the 5th now so I will color the new part tomorrow) - Organized the Entrance Lounge with the Margo interaction - Organized the Bar Top, The Lounge and the booth with all interactions. Removed alot of arrows that always pointed to the main area like "The Lounge" that were playing in the same area. - A Tag that would say interaction added would be good so you see where the interaction ends with a character and automatically you see which passage has a one way to the savepoint of an area - Changed some logic at the Monrose interaction also changed $TESTER to $ladder [[Test Values Monrose]] You can test it out here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[West Hall]''// Heading to the end of the hall, travelling along the baseboards for added safety, you come to a stop before a set of massive black oak doors. Above the entrance, two bottles of wine carved into the wood pour out a REAL fountain of purple liquid. The fluid cascades down either side of the doorway before pooling below into two reservoirs on either side of the entrance. A small series of bubbles surge up from the middle of each pool, a tiny fountain system moving the fluid back upwards to repeat the flowing cycle. Students crouch and crowd about the right and left pools, impressed by the exotic display. Curiously, you notice some splashing in the right pool as well as the sounds of laughter. One other female minimized student is swimming in the red liquid fountain! Drawing your attention back to the entrance of the Lounge, your ears pick up the melodic smooth sounds of modern jazz. A haze of smokey sweet scents waft past you as you stare into the dim darkness of the Lounge beyond. A cacophony of laughter, chatter and festivities beckoning you inwards. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a1892ca734d141b5be22b0e01104876d~mv2.png"> --- (if: $FreshLounge is true)[ [[Enter the Lounge]] – Time to explore.](else:)[ [[Enter the Lounge|The Lounge]] - Time to explore. ] [[Approach the Purple Fountain]] – See what all the commotion is about. [[Go Back|West Hall Entrance]] - Return to the West Hall.

Did you assist Margo, Agatha, and Gilly in addition to obtaining the Black Cat Brew from Melissa under the couch? [[Yes|Lounge Part 2 True Check]] [[No|4Bead]]

(set: $MargoFavor to true, $AgathaFavor to true, $GillyFavor to true)(set: $BCB to true)[[Continue|4Bead]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Gilly]''// Head locked between her legs; Gilly’s already wide smile seems to get even bigger. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ok, hop on in Morsel, you can choose hole!” ] As if tempting you, Gilly’s perky little bum, with her tiny butthole spread wide between her cheeks winks excitedly. Further below, her tight vaginal lips make wet clicking sounds as her abdominal flexing causes her pussy to move too. Lower still, past her thigh gap, Gilly licks her lips hungrily, salivating with mouth agape. Droplets ooze out towards the ground. Maybe she wants another taste of your flavor once more? --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_33418d3e48f84020b9a95b68aaba5c54~mv2.png"> --- [[Choose Gilly’s Anus]] [[Choose Gilly’s Pussy]] [[Choose Gilly’s Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You begin to clap at a moderate volume, not too loud to startle Gilly, but just enough to rouse her from her slumber. After a moment, the floppy right ear perks up straight. The dim orange glow from earlier is suddenly replaced with the prominent orange light of her open eyes. Gilly’s ear turns away from you suddenly as her neck shifts, her face now staring directly at you. Her expression is still, unphased, and focused. The look of a predator roused from its slumber. The pupils of her eyes are like thin reptilian slits, as tall as you are, narrow unmoving. Your blood runs cold, did you wake her up too suddenly? Then, Gilly’s disposition changes in an instant. The pupils dilate and the thin crease of her lips turn upwards into a toothy, fang adorned smile. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, Morsel! You wake up Gilly. Hehe, its ok, sometimes naps are fun in cozy spots like here.”] She wiggles her bum in the tight confines of the tunnel’s west passage. Bits of dirt and stone are loosened by her movements. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly make new tunnels all the time, Professor says its important! So, Gilly dig with hands, but then Gilly gets tired…”] #(text-style:"buoy")[YAAAAawwwn…] The Gremlin Girl’s wide maw parts before you, a muggy exhale of stale breath condensing on your body as tiny droplets of spittle dampen your clothes. (text-colour:#6f956f)["So, what does Morsel want?"] --- (t8n-time:2s)+(link:"Ask to get by")[ - Gilly looks at you quizzically for a moment, before shifting her pert bum out of the way. Bits of dirt cascade down upon her behind before revealing a small divot in the wall. The rest of the passage is blocked, or rather, yet to be dug by Gilly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly still working on this part. But we get through soon!”]] [[Ask to travel with Gilly]] – Although going with her can be cramped, depending on where you ask to be put, it’s still faster than walking on your own.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// You curiously decide to get closer to the well built giantess. From here, you can make out her full attire. Thick black boots stand out against the rest of her fit. Higher up, past a set of thick toned legs, her matching dark red suit opens just enough around her collar to show off her generous bosom. Her tied up messy bun holds her hair together, the style more function over form. Lastly, her deep red shades allude to a set of perceptive bright blue eyes. (if: $MargoFriend is false)[Curiously, you also notice 2 red rubber bands across her left wrist. Is the bodyguard also a student?] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can call out to Margo to get her [[attention.|Margo Attention]] Or you can try to approach her more [[cautiously.|Margo Stealth]] You also notice off to the side against the wall, a strange glimmer of light. [[Inspect the source of the light.]] Lastly, you can return to the [[Entrance Foyer]]

(link:"Test of Might")[(go-to:"explain yourself")] - Hand Play, Mouth Play, Soft Vore, Digestion (Fatal), Gas. (text-colour:#745e49)[ [[Toilet Temptations|Margo Align2]] ] - Unaware, Butt, Gas, Scat. (text-colour:red)[ [[Boot Curiosity|Margo Align3]] ] - Unaware, Feet, Crush (Fatal) [[Scaling the Guard|Margo Align]] - Unaware, Panty Play, Thigh Crush (Fatal), Butt Play, Butt Crush (Fatal), Breast Play, Breast Crush (Fatal), Aware Gentle [[Margo Lounge Events]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5fac070bc7794eeb86891863af5dce3a~mv2.png"> --- (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Toy for Margo's Asshole]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Margo has you cornered. Her eager butthole spreads wide, headed straight in your direction. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d3b541b4edac456a8074abf3c8678ecb~mv2.png"> --- BAM! Splap! The world suddenly goes dark as you are slurped up into her fragrant depths. [[Continue|Margo Rectum]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''// You are standing on the plush carpet sea on the floor of Monrose’s Gallery. Before you, a tumultuous scene unfolds. At the far southern end of the room a standoff between Gilly and the demonic Mistress Monrose plays out. Further south past them, the door, the one exit to the Gallery stands vigil: that’s your escape. To your east, you shiver in shock as you notice Agatha has stripped down to her undergarments. She’s planted herself low onto the ground on all fours, like a cat stalking its prey. To your west, Margo too has removed her dress, revealing her toned and supple abs alongside her carved yet still curvy body. She stumbles in your direction, tongue lolling out, drool dribbling down her chin in hunger. Both have a stagnant yet fixated gaze on you. Intent in consuming your body. You’ll need to use your wits to escape and assist Gilly at the far end of the room. [[Continue|Chase game]]

(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $EastHallVent to true)(set: $EastHallNew to false)(set: $GreenBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link: "(text-colour:orange)[Continue]")[(set: $Chaos to it + 3)(go-to: "Climb her Boot")] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you. You also assisted Margo when necessary.

(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $EastHallVent to true)(set: $EastHallNew to false)(set: $GreenBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link: "(text-colour:orange)[Continue]")[(set: $Chaos to it + 3)(go-to: "Proceed to climb")] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you. You also assisted Margo when necessary.

(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $EastHallVent to true)(set: $EastHallNew to false)(set: $GreenBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link: "(text-colour:orange)[Continue]")[(set: $Chaos to it + 3)(go-to: "Enter Boots2")] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you. You also assisted Margo when necessary.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''// You’re held firmly in place before Margo’s winking brown asshole. Her hands hold you steady. Seem’s like she’s waiting for you to make the first move, but she won’t sit idly forever. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9be3610e52e24258aaeee6a9d219755c~mv2.png"> --- (text-style:"emboss")[^^(text-colour:yellow)[The following Sequence has quick time events. Be sure to make your choices swiftly! Keep in mind your health. A combination of Bracing or Stimulation will be required dependent on Margo’s actions.]^^] (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt Damage]] [[Slicken|Margo Butt Wet]] – Moisten yourself with Margo’s juices to serve as lubrication. (if: $Wet is 2) [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Safe]] (if: $Wet is 1) [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Damage Dry]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt Damage]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Game]''// You approach Margo with the grape flavored lube in hand. A nervous smile spreads across the Bodyguard’s face as she sees your arrival safe and sound. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey friend, thanks for going through the trouble of grabbing the lube for us! It’ll just make things that much safer and well, more fun!”] She lets off a nervous chuckle. Silence falls between the two of you as Margo twiddles her thumbs. Then, she takes a long deep breath and spits out her next words loudly. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“SO, I SORT OF KIND OF THINK YOU ARE CUTE.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_543db521cbce4cc294bfdbc23ba05868~mv2.png"> --- You blush, both flattered and impressed by Margo’s sudden truthful outburst. You notice her beer off to the side is empty. Her cheeks, flushed deep crimson, quiver into a timid smile. Margo calms herself a bit before speaking again. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Butt stuff is new to me, but I’m still a lady and I assume you to be a person of class too.”] You nod in affirmation. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“So, let’s take this slow.”] With those words, Margo stands up from her seat. The wide expanse of her trim abb lined tummy is level with you, an intimidating sight along with the rest of her muscular body. But far above, Margo’s face is caring and shy. Slowly, she spins effortlessly on her heels and raises up one leg acrobatically high into the air. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Here, you’ll need to get things warmed up down here first before moving onto my bumhole.” ] Leg still outstretched; she points to her pussy. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“My game is simple, just insert the plug is all.”] She blushes with her direct demands. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“In my butt, not my pussy! That would be weird…”] Margo is obviously still nervous. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“AHH, ok GET TO WORK TINY!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5424f537dc454d3397ded9b2060cc158~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Margo Game Start]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Idea of Pleasure]''// You surmise that pleasuring this drunken woman won’t be too hard. She’ll probably pass out in the process. Taking the path of least resistance, you give Margo what she wants and head towards her misguided hand during her next attempt to grab you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7b00d4261ba74f6abe69f1a88abf1599~mv2.png"> --- PAMF! Oof. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Gotcha, ANT! Ahaha…!”] Margo’s toughened palm snatches you from the tabletop with uncaring force. Immediately you begin to doubt your decision to yield willingly. You’re brought upwards with uncaring speed towards her crooked smile. The bodyguard glares at you with sadistic glee. You can’t help but tremble in her grasp, now face to face with the eyes of a monster intent on shoving you up in a place where the sun does not shine. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I’m going to enjoy this!”] Unceremoniously, Margo wavers backwards in what you hope isn’t a fall, towards the couch behind you both. #POMF Carelessly she plops down upon the supple plush surface, keeping you firmly in her grasp. The bodyguard then proceeds to hike up her dress with her free hand, fully removing the garment in a messy dance of shifting cloth. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“THERE, more comfy.”] Her fingers hold you steady now before her semi nude body. Draped across the couch, Margo’s fit form radiates heat and desire. Steamy clouds waft up from her creases, particularly her pits and thighs. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Damn, feels good to be free at last. Pah…”] For a moment you think she’s forgotten about you entirely. You try and wiggle free from her sweltering grasp but unfortunately, she still holds you firm. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Na, I got you now Ant.”] Slowly, the hand holding you begins to shift. Bit by bit you’re drawn down the stretch of Margo’s chiseled form. You’re carried past her collarbone, betwixt her heaving sweaty breasts, across the expanse of her abs before looming just above her manicured red mound. A sour odor of sweat begins to fill your nostrils, even here held just above her pubic bone. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fc82187dc859484094ca013b82a50666~mv2.png"> --- Then, she brings you lower. A tiny pink nub rests snuggly between the folds of her upper labia, then a miasma of sour sweat coats your body in a misty sheen. Her gaping vagina yawns before you, slick with mucous. Margo’s already getting excited with the prospect of sending you into her depths. The view of her love canal swiftly comes to an end as you begin to pass by her perineum. The wrinkled skin of her connective tissue here is beige and slickened with her discharge. Eventually, the folds start to coalesce into a tight brown knot. Tiny imperceivable reddish blonde hairs dot the landscape. Finally, the folds coalesce into a circular orifice. Margo’s sweaty anus stands before you. Still held firmly between her fingers, the giantess brings you inches away from the sweltering hole. From far above, the jumbled words of your captor usher out a garbled command. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Kiss…*hiccup*. Kiss it slave ANT! Make me feeeeel good!”] [[Continue|Margo Anal Fight]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// You approach the towering giantess with gusto. Waving your arms about and calling out to her, you figure that anyone close to Mistress Meadows may have some insider info regarding the weekend’s events. (if: $MargoFriend is false)[You may also be able to acquire a unique band from her if you play your cards right.] As you approach, the perceptive gaze of the bodyguard locks onto you in an instant. Her piercing eyes, even behind her elusive shades, dance about your body. (if: $GreenBand is true) [A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You lack a bronze bracelet. You are not permitted entrance to the main floor. Thus, you must be disposed of.”] You’ll need to think of something quickly. You were warned by Beth that anyone caught without a bronze bracelet could run into trouble. And with the way this Giantess is looking at you, you better decide soon. [[Bolt away]], you don’t want to be disposed of. Try and [[explain yourself]], maybe you can talk your way out of this? ](else-if: $MargoFriend is true)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)["Good to see you again little ant. Seems like you dont have the required bands just yet. Return to me when you do. Good luck."] Head back to the [[Entrance Foyer]]](else:)[A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“BAMS student. Present to me a valid silver bracelet along with 5 unique colored faculty bands. If found acceptable I will grant you entrance to the 2nd floor.” ] Her tone is blunt and forward, leaving little room for fanfare. Margo stands still, eyes locked on your form, waiting for a response. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:green)[[[Ask Margo about herself.]<c1| [Ask about Mistress Meadows]<c2|] [Ask Margo if she'll give you her extra red band.]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)["I am the headmistresses bodyguard, nothing more, nothing less."]]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)["She awaits any worthy students at the top most floor of the manor, within her tower. Prove yourself capable, and you shall be able to meet her."]]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Her blue eyes narrow. Pupils dart to either side, sizing you up. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["A true demonstration of strength is necessary to be worthy of obtaining the Red Band of the Security Faculty. Your size does not prove this trait."] You pause, feeling the weight of her words upon you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["BUT, even an ant is impeccably strong for its size. Bring me an object twice your weight and I shall consider your request."]]] (if: $WaterBottle is true)[[Give Margo the Water Bottle]] Lastly, you can excuse yourself and head back to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Margo's Breasts]''// You set your feet down into the cloth beneath you to straighten out a bit further. Then, you push upwards, using the tight hammock of her bra to keep your place during the climb. As you grab at the smooth flesh, the texture of her breasts suddenly changes. Instead, the silky softness is replaced by a more rigid bumpy surface. You stare upwards and notice the skin has shifted from peachy shade to a rose red. Her nipple is now directly in front of you. The nub is massive, nearly the size of half your body. Off to the side, you also notice a tight clasp of plastic, holding her bra straps together. This bra is so wide that it must have a strap at the front AND back. With the copious amounts of sweat in your environment, you begin to recall Melissa’s advice on concocting special drinks. A DNA sample! Taking out one of the small vials, you collect a healthy portion of Margo’s perspiration, sealing it away for later. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3058911660714122841735d580d71797~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Touch Nipple]<c1| []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You lightly graze the surface of her hard nipple. The thing could cut glass! You're actions elicit a response from Margo, her muffled voice ringing out from above. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"sway","blur")["[Hey careful where you- OH!...Mmmm…"] ]] Margo, aware of your presence close to her nipple,responds as a warm feeling spreads across her nipple. The nub now presses firmly against your waist.]] ]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“I hope its not too sweaty in there for them..."]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Err, maybe I was too direct...”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“HEY, you finished yet?” ]] [[Unclasp the Bra Strap|Post Margo Bar Boobs]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Margo's Stomach]''// Stranded within the belly of the bodyguard, you have little time to think of a means of survival... --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e7f52138f47141b3a282d7cbfe504059~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Beg]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting Margo's stomach. The walls merely deflect all blows you send at it. It's as if the lining of her stomach is as solid as steel. ##(text-style:"blur")["No use Ant, greater beings than you have tried to escape my stomach, and all have failed."]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to plead with Margo. After a brief pause the giantess responds. ##(text-style:"blur")["No. What goes into my stomach stays there. You are food now, my food."]]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is impossible to move in any way. Even with tools, Margo's valves are just too powerful...]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Having tried what you can, you can simply (text-colour:red)[[[accept your fate|Margo Death]]] as protein for Margo.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// #(text-style:"buoy")[FSHHHHH!] The semi translucent beer bubbles surge upwards around you. One bubble bumps into you from below, bringing you up towards the frothy surface. You clear away the suds obscuring your vision. Your horizon is now dominated by the looming face of Margo the Bodyguard. Her bold blue eyes, half lidded, flicker about almost looking at you directly but most likely at the head of beer instead. Her thin lips purse, forming a tiny black hole that leads into her maw. She then closes her eyes as she begins to slurp. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Glp Glp Glp.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a5af16cac16048aca886fc42e1b067b8~mv2.png"> --- A river of suds and gold ushers you towards her lightly parted lips, the current too powerful to swim away. You’re but a tiny spec along for the ride. Then, you collide with the opposite edge of the mug and tumble over planting directly upon her semi parted lips. You grab on firmly to her top lip with your hands, the thin, slippery lips a tiny handhold that you’re just barely able to hold onto. Then, you plant your feet firmly upon her bottom lip, the deluge of flowing beer cascading past your waist. You must hold on! Staring forwards, the flowing river of beer continues past Margo’s flat tongue towards the shrouded dark pit of her yawning throat. The tongue bucks up and down, sealing off her throat and squishing her uvula with each tiny, neat swallow. You slam your fists against her lip and thankfully, your efforts and obstruction do not go unnoticed. --- (if: $MargoFriend is true)[ [[Continue|Margo Friend Beer]] ] (if: $MargoMad is true)[ (text-colour:red)[ [[Continue|Margo Mad Beer]]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Breasts]''// You accept and begin to wonder how you’ll go about the task of unclasping a part of Margo’s bra. Then, without warning, her two massive breasts come slamming down mere inches away onto the bar top. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[WOOMF!] The black marble shudders beneath your feet and you swear you heard some of the stone crack. Before you now are too large orbs of creamy flesh, squeezing together with a thin slip of brown cloth covering over them. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ok, um, I’ll let you uh just get in on your own terms.” ] As you approach, you notice that the spot where Margo’s nipples would be begins to peak out from behind her dress and bra below. Is she getting turned on by the prospect of you diving into her cleavage? Either way, you reach the edge of her dress, the great divide of her cleavage now directly within your sightline. Droplets of perspiration slip down from above, lost between the dark divide. The smell is a mixture of light floral perfume and Margo’s own natural musky scent. Soapy, feminine, but with a tinge of sour most likely due to her sweatiness. Hoisting yourself up onto the dress, you slip down into the musky dark divide. --- [[Continue|Margo Bar Boobs]] – No backing down now!

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// After your inquiry Margo sighs and stares down at herself. She then excentuates the fit of her dress, running her hands down her sides and lightly cupping her breasts. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ya, heh unfortunately for me, despite what everyone else might say, these girlies suck to own.” ]She begins jostling her breasts together. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“They get in the way with my work, make fitting into shirts and dresses a pain, and well…people end up gawking sometimes too…” ] You suddenly avert your gaze. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, whoops! Here I am fondling myself in front of you, they must look ginormous at your size.” ]She blushes, embarrassed by her own words. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I mean, not that you’re short or anything! I didn’t mean to offend.” ] Seems like Margo’s social awkwardness has returned once more. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Honestly, if I could, I would just unstrap my bra from the front end. That way, they wouldn’t be so smooshed together and I could at least get some relief.” ] The both of you stare at one another in recognition. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Would you…could you um, well, discreetly unlatch my front bra strap…? I know it’s a big ask! But my cleavage is so squished I can’t fit my hands in there is all!” ] Margo continues to blush anxiously. You’re unsure as to whether or not Margo genuinely needs your assistance or if she’s just flirting with you in her own way. Regardless, doing her a favor would be a nice gesture. --- (if: $Grace is >=4)[ (text-colour:cyan)[[[Accept the Request|Margo Boob Dive]]] – Flirting or not, a little boob spelunking never hurt anyone. Right? ](else:)[Not really your style to do favors out of the blue. ((text-colour:cyan)[Requires +4 Grace])] [[Decline for Now|Bar Top Margo]] – You’ll need to think about it. You have other matters to attend to for now.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Crack]''// You rush forward as the light around you begins to fade. Eclipsing your view above, you can’t help but stare at the massive gaping hole that is Margo’s pussy. Thankfully, at your pace you’re able to just pass by that sopping wet tunnel. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh, oh you’re still rushing forward hm? Well, looks like you’ll be greeting my other hole then. Haha!”] Swiftly, Margo adjusts her trajectory as she squats lower. You continue to run forward, but now you can feel the giantess’s presence above you. The heat from her nethers causing sweat to form on your brow. The scent of her arousal rich in your nostrils; a heady aroma of sour sweat. Then… #(text-style:"rumble")[Boomf!] The world around you goes dark as you collapse onto the ground. The air is impossibly musty, smelling of freshly tilled earth and the ever-prominent scent of ass. You’re alive and unscathed. Opening your sealed eyes, you notice in the dim light that Margo has dropped down onto you, nestling your body between her generous butt cheeks. A glimmer of light shines through to the North, an escape. Southwards, a monolithic puckered brown ring, the source of the omnipresent heat and smell, seals off any other means of escape. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0e99ab2e86564cb39db8595bd3bab1cb~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ohoh! What a naughty little tiny ANT! Wedged between my butt cheeks to get a look at my butthole hm? Oh, don’t be shy, let me help you!”] Margo’s finger appears at the North end of her crack, prepared to seal off your one exit and push you towards her awaiting anus. Maybe you could still get past it? Or you could perchance give Margo a bit of a surprise and assault her rectum yourself. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Rush Forward|Margo AV]] [[Attack Anus|Margo Escape1]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo AV]]] (live: 1.5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Sprint3]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

Whether through sheer denial or fear, you can’t help but remain firmly in place, curled in a defensive position. Yet, Margo’s too strong, your efforts at defense are futile as her wrathful words holler from above. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! That’s it, you’re going in!”] Recklessly, your unlubricated body is shoved headfirst into the pulsating brown hole. Initially, your form simply presses and bends against the semi-pliant entrance, yet it refuses to yield open. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Rrrgh, c’mon, GET IN!”] Another firm shove presses you even harder into the tough dry creases of Margo’s anus. Even this part of her body, the muscle in charge of expelling her daily waste, is stronger than average. Countless years of squats and glute exercises have enhanced the rigidness of her most foul orifice. With a sudden mind of its own, the giantess’s butthole unclenches, gaping to allow just your head through the entrance before clamping shut once again. Unfortunately for you, your neck serves as the junction between her anal folds and the interior of her rectum. SHLAM! The greedy hole chews angrily against your throat, pinching off the limited breathing air you already have now stuffed inside her bowels. You choke on a mixture of sulphury sweaty fumes. Soon, any oxygen your lungs yearned for is quickly replaced by Margo’s own fetid rectal air. You sputter and squirm, face going blue before your periphery begins to darken. Your last sight is of the sweltering brownish red depths that eagerly accept you. SHLIP! … (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh, they stopped moving. Peh, weak little Ant.”] Margo would proceed to lazily finger her butthole, sending your body deeper and deeper into her filthy bowels. She wouldn’t get the orgasm she wanted but ultimately would forget about her initial wants and YOU entirely. Slowly, unconsciousness would get the better of the Bodyguard, her slumped semi-nude body draped carelessly against the couch in deep slumber. …Snrrrk! The snoozing goddess and her lullaby of snores and grunts are the last sounds your perishing mind hears as you drift off into darkness. (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Margo Health Death")] You curl up and brace for a strike that just isn’t coming. Eventually, Margo grows bored and hollers down at you from far above. Her seething red face sneers at you in drunken command. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ANT?! DO SOMETHING ALREADY, PLEASE YOUR GODDESS!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdcf56cd420f4b208f4926189f8b6567~mv2.png"> --- She holds your body tight in her fingers, squeezing your neck in a ruthless headlock. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Now, PLEASURE MY ASSHOLE!”] Better do as she says. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt DEATH]] [[Slicken|Margo Butt Wet]] – Moisten yourself with Margo’s juices to serve as lubrication. (if: $Wet is 2) [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Safe]] (if: $Wet is 1) [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Damage Dry]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt DEATH]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Margo Health Death")] You begin to rub your hands body against the coarse wrinkled surface. Unfortunately, there’s little to no lubrication on her tight hole. Eventually, Margo grows bored and hollers down at you from far above. Her seething red face sneers at you in drunken command. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ANT?! DO SOMETHING ALREADY, PLEASE YOUR GODDESS!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdcf56cd420f4b208f4926189f8b6567~mv2.png"> --- She holds your body tight in her fingers, squeezing your neck in a ruthless headlock. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Now, PLEASURE MY ASSHOLE BETTER!”] Best do as she says. It’d help if you had some lubrication. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt Damage]] [[Slicken|Margo Butt Wet]] – Moisten yourself with Margo’s juices to serve as lubrication. (if: $Wet is 2) [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Safe]] (if: $Wet is 1) [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Damage Dry]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt Damage]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Margo Health Death")] You curl up and brace for a strike that just isn’t coming. Eventually, Margo grows bored and hollers down at you from far above. Her seething red face sneers at you in drunken command. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ANT?! DO SOMETHING ALREADY, PLEASE YOUR GODDESS!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdcf56cd420f4b208f4926189f8b6567~mv2.png"> --- She holds your body tight in her fingers, squeezing your neck in a ruthless headlock. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Now, PLEASURE MY ASSHOLE!] Better do as she says. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt DEATH]] [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Safe]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt DEATH]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Success]''// #(text-style:"rumble")[SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK!] Above you, feverish fingers dance in and out of Margo’s greedy cunt. Torrents of sticky girl cum wash over your body, threatening to drown you entirely in the deluge. Thankfully, you have the wits to brace, knowing that the Bodyguard is well on the way to a massive O regardless if you help or not. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“OHHH MYYYYY GODS!!!”] You can only peer through the narrow space between your clenched eyes at the display occurring before you. Her asshole presses outwards impossibly far. The red inner flesh puckers out obscenely with a slickened sheen. Her whole body clenches up, abdomen flexing hard, face clenched in hot red pleasure, darting fingers the only thing on her massive body not tensed at the moment. Then, the folds of her butthole, directly at the center begin to part ever so slightly. #Grrmm… #PFFFFF!!! HAAAAAAH --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c641dbf85ee1415bbe8724c8134f606c~mv2.png"> --- An airy burst blasts forth from Margo’s clenched butthole, just as her fingers release you during her orgasm. The force of both her release and rude orgasmic gas sends your tiny body hurdling through the air. Through sheer luck or expert aim on her part, Margo’s anal expulsion sends you careening directly onto the tabletop. (text-style:"blink")[THMP! ] You lend, drenched and sticky, shacking yourself and counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to survive that whole ordeal…or so you’d hoped. Panting, sweaty, breasts now bare and nethers free, the post orgasm Margo stares at you from across the room. Slowly, she rises from the dampness of the couch, her body peeling away from the furniture with sticky wet sounds. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Haa…Haa…I want more of you Ant. I want your body now…deeper.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0c97cd99851849ad9252a1b0d75184f1~mv2.png"> --- The crimson hued giantess staggers back towards the table, one hand reached forwards towards you while the other strokes her chiseled tummy longingly. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I spent a ton of calories there…it’s only fair that you replenish them…” ] She licks her chapped lips before her maw parts, sticky strands of opaque spit spiderwebbing between her tongue and palate. The jaw remains parted, tongue lulled out. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ahh…in here…”] Points the bodyguard directly at the rear of her mouth. A dark chasm of her throat looms open, getting closer and closer as she plants down back upon the chair leaning in across the table. Behind you, the blood red pentagram pulses in tandem with your heartbeat, calling for you like a beacon of safety. In front of you, a similar crimson hued option gets ever closer, Margo’s maw. This passage, damp, slick and fragrant spells certain doom. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b7ddda57bb741f8b39a7ac16f0f950f~mv2.png"> --- [[Enter the Pentagram|Margo Pentagram]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Margo Willing Vore]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Success]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) (if: $health2 <= 0)[(go-to: "Margo Health Death")] #(text-style:"rumble")[SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK!] Above you, feverish fingers dance in and out of Margo’s greedy cunt. Torrents of sticky girl cum wash over your body, threatening to drown you entirely in the deluge. Thankfully, you have the wits to brace, knowing that the Bodyguard is well on the way to a massive O regardless if you help or not. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“OHHH MYYYYY GODS!!!”] You can only peer through the narrow space between your clenched eyes at the display occurring before you. Her asshole presses outwards impossibly far. The red inner flesh puckers out obscenely with a slickened sheen. Her whole body clenches up, abdomen flexing hard, face clenched in hot red pleasure, darting fingers the only thing on her massive body not tensed at the moment. Then, the folds of her butthole, directly at the center begin to part ever so slightly. #Grrmm… #PFFFFF!!! HAAAAAAH --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c641dbf85ee1415bbe8724c8134f606c~mv2.png"> --- An airy burst blasts forth from Margo’s clenched butthole, just as her fingers release you during her orgasm. The force of both her release and rude orgasmic gas sends your tiny body hurdling through the air. Through sheer luck or expert aim on her part, Margo’s anal expulsion sends you careening directly onto the tabletop. (text-style:"blink")[THMP! ] You lend, drenched and sticky, shacking yourself and counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to survive that whole ordeal…or so you’d hoped. Panting, sweaty, breasts now bare and nethers free, the post orgasm Margo stares at you from across the room. Slowly, she rises from the dampness of the couch, her body peeling away from the furniture with sticky wet sounds. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Haa…Haa…I want more of you Ant. I want your body now…deeper.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0c97cd99851849ad9252a1b0d75184f1~mv2.png"> --- The crimson hued giantess staggers back towards the table, one hand reached forwards towards you while the other strokes her chiseled tummy longingly. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I spent a ton of calories there…it’s only fair that you replenish them…” ] She licks her chapped lips before her maw parts, sticky strands of opaque spit spiderwebbing between her tongue and palate. The jaw remains parted, tongue lulled out. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ahh…in here…”] Points the bodyguard directly at the rear of her mouth. A dark chasm of her throat looms open, getting closer and closer as she plants down back upon the chair leaning in across the table. Behind you, the blood red pentagram pulses in tandem with your heartbeat, calling for you like a beacon of safety. In front of you, a similar crimson hued option gets ever closer, Margo’s maw. This passage, damp, slick and fragrant spells certain doom. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b7ddda57bb741f8b39a7ac16f0f950f~mv2.png"> --- [[Enter the Pentagram|Margo Pentagram]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Margo Willing Vore]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''// Thoroughly lubricated, you begin to rub your hands and body against the coarse wrinkled surface. Your slickened body slides nice and smooth against her velvety folds, soon the orifice responds in kind, dilating slightly. Margo lets forth a moan of pleasure. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, god’s yes, keep going!”] Above, your free hand begins to pleasure her greedy pussy. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7bf4f455a9144d6bacdd803cbd1778ca~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"buoy")[SHLICK SHLICK!] Cascades of slick girl juice begin to flow down across your body in wet spurts. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt Damage2]] [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Safe2]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt Damage2]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''// Obeying your captors every command, you continue feverishly assault her greedy rectum. Bit by bit, the hole widens, revealing the slick dark tunnel within. The cavern clenches and unclenches in messy squelches. She’s getting close to orgasm. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“It’s coming, IT’S COMING! AH AH AH!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6fedc702a70c497c99aec3260147d8bc~mv2.png"> --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt Freedom]] [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Freedom Damage]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt Freedom Damage]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Battle]''//(set: $Wet to 2) You make a direct attempt to slicken your body with Margo’s vaginal mucous from above. You pull and grasp the sticky sour fluid above the Bodyguard’s anus and coat your body and your fingers liberally in the juices. Unfortunately, Margo doesn’t seem to care much about these efforts to lubricate. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6a284d4dfaa4446785135b30b69fdc46~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I said pleasure my ASSHOLE stupid, not my TAINT!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fdcf56cd420f4b208f4926189f8b6567~mv2.png"> --- Better do as she says. (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Brace|Margo Butt Damage2]] [[Stimulate Anus|Margo Butt Safe]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Butt Damage2]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

Unfortunately, your eyes begin to list, your body goes numb, and your skin stings agonizingly from the acidic environment about you. Margo's digestive system, efficient and made strong from years of physical activity and training, has bested you. Slowly, your consciousness fades away as your form converts into simple calories for the much stronger predator that has claimed you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["Hmph, another vagrant disposed of."] Margo then clutches her left buttocks, peeling away the cheek. ##(text-style:"sway")[FRAP! ] (text-colour:#de4a4a)["Serves you right, despicable Ant."] (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''// #MMM! Galup! #HACK! (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ugh, c’mon you stupid Ant, get…GLP…down! Pah!”] With yet another laborious swallow, Margo attempts to send you deeper into her digestive tract despite the reluctance her dry throat is giving her. A heavy pressure seeds itself into the bodyguard’s chest. The bolus, in this case you, is not moving as intended. Past the extended collarbone, Margo’s massaging fingers and the tender olive skin of her throat, lies her esophagus. The thin tube, now stretched copiously, is currently housing an obstruction. Within that very throat, you splay out, hands and feet held firmly against the pliant walls of Margo’s dilated esophagus. Above, you can still see flitters of light periodically as the giantess’s throat gapes and swallows, over and over. Staring down between your legs is just a knot of pink. Every so often, in tandem with the swallows above, the bundle beneath you fans out and reveals a much longer tube, shrouded at the bottom in darkness. Margo’s throat is quite long and well trained, but given her inebriated state, she’s currently on the verge of choking. A wad of thick spittle splashes down from above onto your face. You shake it off and suddenly get your bearings. Grmmm. The call of her stomach below is a grim reminder of the fate that would befall you should you release. --- [[Struggle and Climb]] – You’ve regained your senses. [[Release your Grip]] – You must answer the command of the athlete’s eager stomach.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''// Rushing forwards using a burst of speed, you’re able to fully evade the confines of Margo’s sweltering butt crack. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Wha-!”] Butt now firmly planted onto the ground, Margo turns her head back towards you, stunned at your sudden burst of dexterity. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_65076bfe8c384d85b14452ee5800cabc~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Swift little bug!” ] The ground begins to shake as the other gothic giantess repositions around Margo. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re too clumsy you big lout!”] Taunts Agatha from beside Margo as she rushes towards you from behind. (text-colour:#675b70)[“They’re getting away!”] The giantess is leagues faster than your tiny form could ever manage, even with all the sprinting. Her stomping feet destabilize the ground beneath you. Her immense weight causes you to stumble amongst the fibers of the carpet below. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, its stompy time for you little tiny!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9fa5c08f4cc2456d9e712c82646e9459~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"rumble")[BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!] Thick pale thighs bound up and down in your periphery. Agatha is getting closer. You’re getting closer to commotion up ahead between Monrose and Gilly. You’re almost at the exit! You quickly scan your surroundings for some cover or another safer route. Sprinting forward won’t do you any good here given Agatha’s speed at her scale. To your East is the couch. West is the table. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[East to Couch|Couch Trap]] [[West to Table|Table Danger]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Stomp]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Agatha Stomp]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Crack]''// You head right towards the massive anus at the rear of your chamber. Getting closer, the sour odor begins to sting your eyes, and the heat causes you to perspire evermore. Then, with unrelenting force, you tackle the pronounced sphincter, launching your shoulder into the sticky hole. #PLAP! #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[EEP! ] Suddenly, the butthole clamps shut in surprise, the sensitive hole unsuspecting of your ruthless assault. At the other end of your confinement, Margo’s finger flinches away in surprise. Now is your chance. Rushing forwards using a burst of speed, you’re able to escape the confines of Margo’s sweltering butt crack. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Wha-!”] Butt now firmly planted onto the ground, Margo turns her head back towards you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_65076bfe8c384d85b14452ee5800cabc~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Naughty little bug! Touching my ass without warning!” ] The ground begins to shake as the other gothic giantess repositions around Margo. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re too clumsy you big lout!”] Taunts Agatha from beside Margo as she rushes towards you from behind. (text-colour:#675b70)[“They’re getting away!”] The giantess is leagues faster than your tiny form could ever manage, even with all the sprinting. Her stomping feet destabilize the ground beneath you. Her immense weight causes you to stumble amongst the fibers of the carpet below. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, its stompy time for you little tiny!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9fa5c08f4cc2456d9e712c82646e9459~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"rumble")[BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!] Thick pale thighs bound up and down in your periphery. Agatha is getting closer. You’re also getting nearer to the commotion up ahead between Monrose and Gilly. You’re almost at the exit! You quickly scan your surroundings for some cover or another safer route. Sprinting forward won’t do you any good here given Agatha’s speed at her scale. To your East is the couch. West is the table. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[East to Couch|Couch Trap]] [[West to Table|Table Danger]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Stomp]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Agatha Stomp]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #3: Boots]''// With nowhere to run or hide, you stare in utter amazement as you get a brief glimpse of the woman outside of the boot. Margo, the Bodyguard, has started to change out of her work clothes and is preparing to don her stored work boots. You shudder in amazement as the colossal sock clad foot breaches the one opening of the boot. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d79613c07ef3429ebe46c0ba269e5d4c~mv2.png"> --- The massive toes strike into your chest, causing you to fall flat on your back as the remainder of Margo’s foot slides past your prone form. There are mere inches of space separating you from her massive sweaty sock. The pressure is unbearable, but you can just barely gather your breath in small, short bursts. The air reeks even more of sour perspiration. You manage to hang on for now, that is until Margo decides to stand and get moving. A crash of force presses down upon your minimized body, instantaneously causing you to lose consciousness, your form smushed down into a tiny red stain beneath the Bodyguards foot. Unaware of your presence in her shoe to begin with, Margo changes into a spare set of clothes to enjoy her free time in the Gala after her watch has subsided. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

(text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmmm?!”] Margo the Bodyguard’s thin lips vibrate against your hands and feet as she hums in surprise, sealing her maw shut. She immediately tilts the mug down and away from her face, planting it upon the bar’s surface. She wipes her face with her hand, stifling a small belch before staring down at you quizzically. Margo squints, raising her shades onto her forward as she inspects the tiny speck floating about in her beverage. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh, oh my gosh friend, is that you?” ] In utter surprise, Margo’s maw hangs agape, the same maw you just narrowly avoided entering. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cbecee515fc3436bb1ecfa3014cc4b23~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Close call there, I almost slurped you up! You would have just been a tiny calorie for me, forgotten and gone. Heh…”] Margo lets off an awkward laugh, staring to the side avoiding your gaze. A deep red begins to flush over her cheeks. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Here, let me dry you off a bit.”] Gingerly, Margo places her hand in front of you. You walk onto her palm, it's warm albeit clammy. Carefully, Margo grabs a napkin from the bar top and begins to wipe you dry. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“There, all better.”] An awkward tension forms between the two of you, unsure of how to proceed. [[Tell Margo you’re fine]] – Try and ease Margo’s embarrassment. Despite nearly getting swallowed, being pressed against her lips wasn’t all that bad. [[Tell Margo You Thought it was Hot]] – Feeling bold with a bit of liquid courage in your body, you can flirt with Margo.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Asshole]''// (text-style:"fade-in-out")[Splish Splish. ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_474b0a62748443338abec922808b9d64~mv2.png"> --- Two dainty squirts of clear fluid splash out onto you as you’re held between Margo’s fingertips, bringing you back to consciousness. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ah, I came a little there…”] The fluid coating your body is tasteless, akin to just water. You clear your face as Margo begins to shift in her stance. She places you directly on the edge of the table surface before pulling down her black panties entirely. She then turns, ass facing you, inches away. Far above, Margo’s flushed face turns to look down at you below. All nerves and preconceived notions are gone now. Merely lust remains on her sweat ridden face. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4aba7f0c1b094488b0c52acc999b5b58~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Haa…Haa…lick my bumhole, massage it, then stick the plug in…” ] You hastily coat yourself in grape lube before approaching her awaiting rectum. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Lick Asshole]<c1| [Massage Asshole]<c2| [Insert Butt Plug]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You waste no time in heeding Margo’s commands. Her anus is tall and deep brown. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_be28e26f0a5e47a2a6016449b11727c7~mv2.png"> --- The orifice flexes as you get closer, a radiating warmth assailing your body. The smell here is not off-putting, earthy mixed in with her ever-present salty sweat. You stretch out your tongue and lap up the mixture of her anal oils. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmmm, just like that, yes.”] Your tongue meanders through the folds of her butthole, tiny wispy hairs tickling your face as you shift about. With each lick, Margo’s anus responds in kind, flexing against you, giving you tiny pecks of delight. You nuzzle your face directly into the center as she keeps her butthole flexed. In this state, a reddish pink flares out deeply from the center, before re-collapsing back to the coffee-colored brown. Margo’s butthole is truly divine. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Already coated in her vaginal love juices in addition to the lube, you smear the coagulated mixture directly onto Margo’s awaiting anus. She flexes the hole wide and keeps it so, ensuring that the lube gets far and deep into her rectum. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e500f82f1d964a46991e71a9492b6091~mv2.png"> --- Yet, you need to be sure that the lube goes deep enough. A regular individual’s full finger length would generally do the trick, but even your arm isn’t that long. Thus, you opt to press your face and entire body directly into the center of her eager asshole, just as Margo flexes outwards. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Eeep!”] She did not expect that. Still, you push forwards off your heels as your head crests into the exit of Margo’s digestive system. Your upper body splurts into a cramped and humid chamber. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e78dd5a7588640759afb3a27648ae2d0~mv2.png"> --- Within her anus, deep red brownish walls undulate with the sudden and new occupant, you. Red veins criss cross amongst her colon, flushing with blood in tandem with her heartbeat. The air is a miasma of earthy tones, yet still not unpleasant. You waste no time in coating the end of her rectum with what lube remains on your body. Margo, seemingly satisfied with your efforts, flexes her strong abdomen, jettisoning you out of her anus with a PLOP! ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[A healthy coating of fluids coats Margo’s anus, primed and ready for the plug. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Put it in, please…”] The Bodyguard’s pleading words are emphasized by the motions of her eager anus. The hole spreads, gaping periodically, revealing the deep red chamber within. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6560922971ff4b64a940ef23b30cd7d0~mv2.png"> --- You hoist the practice plug and carefully, ever so gently begin to insert it into Margo’s eager hole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2e118099e935457ca7735d411fbd2ee6~mv2.png"> --- SHLUCK! Gone. Her anus gaped too wide for the tiny plug. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“AHH! What happened?!”] [[Continue|Margo Game 4]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Hungry Anus]''// (set:$MargoFavor to true) Margo’s butthole closes, swallowing the plug with relative ease. Her finger shifts back towards her anus, feeling around for the toy that is no longer there. Her face turns back towards your own, shock dotting both your eyes. Off to the side, Agatha giggles like a schoolgirl. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Haha, seems like your butthole was more than prepared for a lil plug like that Margo, should have gone up a size for your big ass.”] Margo glares at Agatha, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Stop it! It’s not funny, how am I going to get it out now, it feels so weird!” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8ccf4416d1d540dda2a5df709b6e7890~mv2.png"> --- Both girls then look at you. [[Offer to Enter Margo’s Anus]] [[Tell Margo to Push]] – You’ll assist from the outside.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Vagina]''// Margo’s left leg stands straight up, sky high into the air. Her simple black panties are level with the table, directly in front of you. Casually, she pulls the garments aside to reveal her inny shaped pussy and below it her brown anus. Both are dotted with imperceivable blonde hairs. Getting closer to the edge of the table the scent of the Bodyguards nethers is damp and sweaty but not unclean. A mixture of soapy smells permeates her cleft, but her sweat, most likely due to her nerves, dominates the majority of the odor. You even notice droplets of moisture dripping down between her folds. Margo has commanded you to warm her up. Off to the side, the small practice plug sits idly. You’ll need to turn her on a bit before you can insert it. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_739728fa7d974e0b9f1d22de64c7b61e~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Lick Sweaty Labia]<c1| [Massage Vagina]<c2| [Enter Vagina]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You carefully begin to lap at Margo’s sweat soaked crotch. Dragging your lips and tongue against the salty lips, you get an immediate response from the Bodyguard above. Tiny moans slip past her shy lips. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ahh, ok, yes, ok…”] You continue to lick between the meaty flowery lips. As you explore her pussy, you notice a slight sourness spreading across your tongue as Margo’s own fluids of arousal mix into your tastebuds. The closer you lick towards her hole the more prominent this flavor becomes. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[With a steady hand, you begin to knead the creamy white lips of Margo’s pussy. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ohhh, that’s the spot…”] You linger against her labia before slipping your hands past the inner most folds. Then, you skirt your palms upwards towards her teeny tiny clit. The small button is barely visible amongst the layers of her clitoral hood. A gentle caress is all a woman like Margo needs as even just your hands grazing against the tender nub causes her to squirm from above in delight. Below you, the tiny ridges of her butthole flex and pulse as you play with her clit. ]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[As Margo continues to squirm in pleasure, you decide to insert your upper body directly into her vaginal canal. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“OH! Woah!”] With a wet squelch, your body emerges past the outer layers of her vagina into her inner sex organ. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_59a965504f7549e0943e4fa08da19bc9~mv2.png"> --- The canal is impossibly tight. In front of you is simply a wall of thick pink flesh. She’s squeezing herself tight. You lick, massage and rub about as much as possible without losing yourself any deeper. Before too long, the outer labia clenches impossibly hard against your waist, threatening to crush your body. Two fingers grasp onto your feet before you blackout. [[Continue|Margo Game 3]] ]]

The onslaught of Margo’s body is just too much for you. Eventually, you struggle to even move but an inch. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAD ALREADY?! That’s it, you’re going in!”] Recklessly, your body is shoved headfirst into the pulsating brown hole. Initially, your form simply presses and bends against the semi-pliant entrance, yet it refuses to yield open. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Rrrgh, c’mon, GET IN!”] Another firm shove presses you even harder into the tough dry creases of Margo’s anus. Even this part of her body, the muscle in charge of expelling her daily waste, is stronger than average. Countless years of squats and glute exercises have enhanced the rigidness of her most foul orifice. With a sudden mind of its own, the giantess’s butthole unclenches, gaping to allow just your head through the entrance before clamping shut once again. Unfortunately for you, your neck serves as the junction between her anal folds and the interior of her rectum. SHLAM! The greedy hole chews angrily against your throat, pinching off the limited breathing air you already have now stuffed inside her bowels. You choke on a mixture of sulphury sweaty fumes. Soon, any oxygen your lungs yearned for is quickly replaced by Margo’s own fetid rectal air. You sputter and squirm, face going blue before your periphery begins to darken. Your last sight is of the sweltering brownish red depths that eagerly accept you. SHLIP! … (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh, they stopped moving. Peh, weak little Ant.”] Margo would proceed to lazily finger her butthole, sending your body deeper and deeper into her filthy bowels. She wouldn’t get the orgasm she wanted but ultimately would forget about her initial wants and YOU entirely. Slowly, unconsciousness would get the better of the Bodyguard, her slumped semi-nude body draped carelessly against the couch in deep slumber. …Snrrrk! The snoozing goddess and her lullaby of snores and grunts are the last sounds your perishing mind hears as you drift off into darkness. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed7d1e76ff66426e9a106f84ec4f7095~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo]''// You stand before Margo. A tender smile spreads across her angular and defined face. Her features are severe, but her disposition belays a more tender side. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey friend! Ergh, um, please don’t judge but, I’m sort of nervous about all of this.”] She stares uneasily at the small training sized butt plug off to the side. Margo shuts her eyes and smiles awkwardly before leaning down close to your level. Her heavy breasts squish down into the tabletop, it’s difficult to avoid staring at them at your scale. Covering one side of her face, Margo gently whispers, hints of beer still lingering upon her breath. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Just between you and me, I’d much rather prefer a private setting. But you know, I’m trying to get in the Mistresses’ good books here, so let’s just both play along. I know it’s a big ask to you know ‘explore’ each other’s bodies, especially at your size, but it’s what Monrose wants.” ] Margo pulls away and winks at you. There’s something about the tone in her voice that leads you to believe that the Bodyguard is not entirely telling the truth. Maybe a small part of her WANTED this. Afterall, Mistress Monrose did state that the three girls here signed up willingly BEFORE arriving at the lounge. Even before alcohol was involved. Still, Margo has opened up to you a ton lately, it could all just be nerves. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_03e581e5f9e44ced84c6b2bd55443234~mv2.png"> --- [[Ask Margo if she’s hiding Laura]] – Margo wouldn’t lie to you, right? [[Ask Margo to show you her behind]] – You don’t know how she’ll respond to this request, but still you need to be thorough. [[Approach Margo’s Midsection]] – Her taught stomach stretches against the fabric of her dress. (if: $CabinetE is 1) [ [[Approach the Training Plug]] – Get a closer look. ] (if: $CabinetE is 3) [ [[Approach the Training Plug|Margo Anal Game]] – With the grape lube, you can now help out Margo with the plug. ] [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery]] *An idle Margo lounges, relaxed in her environment. (spare media)* --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_184a50985cd04592955ac3089fb09f9c~mv2.png"> --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c69c224dc41c4ade883c861b5a906a53~mv2.png"> ---

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo]''// (set: $Wet to 1) You stand before the drunken Bodyguard. Margo’s monolithic form is draped over the tabletop, her eyes unfocused and mouth ajar in stupor. She’s absolutely blackout. Seems like you’d be able to manipulate her quite easily if you choose the right words. Still, you’ll need to be careful, given the unpredictable nature of someone with half their wits. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b439065d7ce8468cb43c7e8f38bcb966~mv2.png"> --- Margo’s drooped blue eyes lock onto you as you approach. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Huh…come to play with me now…*urp*…little Ant?”] Her arms unfurl, head lowered to the tabletop, chin rested at an angle. An acidic waft of alcohol brushes past your face with her recent burp. The bodyguard licks her chapped lips dryly, pupils dancing up and down your tiny body. The tip of her tongue dances across her pearlescent teeth. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Welp, I already said, you come here, I’m shoving you up my bum, plain and…*urp* SIMPLE.”] She punctuates her last word with wavering confidence. Seems like her tummy is quite displeased with the amount of drink she’s had thus far. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Now, hold still ANT!”] Margo’s right calloused palm reaches for you, snatching at the space to your left. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Fuck…Hold still damnit!”] You can’t help but chuckle in mirth at the once coordinated Bodyguard’s lack of depth perception. You proceed to easily dodge out of the way of her reaching fingers. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“STOP MOVING SO…UGH…FAST! There’s like three of you or something…”] You’ll still need to bring this wavering behemoth to orgasm, or at least please her in some way that will satisfy Mistress Monrose. Should be easy enough? --- [[Yield|Margo Asshole game]] – Let Margo catch you. [(if: $guile >= 1)[[Convince|Margo Mouth Drunk]] – Tell Margo to lube you up first with her spit. It’ll be easier to pleasure her ass that way. (text-colour:green)[(GUILE)] (if: $guile is <=1)[You're out of guile! Your nerves are preventing you from reacting calmly.]] [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery2]] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Toy for Margo's Pussy]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Margo has you cornered. Her eager pussy spreads wide, headed straight in your direction. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_05eae792672a4926870c7255e4ece1cb~mv2.png"> --- BAM! Splap! The world suddenly goes dark as you are slurped up into her humid depths. [[Continue|Margo Vagina]]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $Gillytrust to true)(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true)(set: $YellowBand to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1)(set: $BQuest to 1)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link:"Bodyguard at the Bar")[(go-to:"Bar Top Margo")] - Aware, Unaware, Near Vore, Boob Squish, Sweat

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[The Bar - In Margo's Beer]''// #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmmm?!”] Margo the Bodyguard’s thin lips vibrate against your hands and feet as she hums in surprise, sealing her maw shut. She immediately tilts the mug down and away from her face, planting it upon the bar’s surface. She wipes her face with her hand, stifling a small belch before staring down at you quizzically. Margo squints, raising her shades onto her forward as she inspects the tiny speck floating about in her beverage. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hmm, it’s you, Ant. Didn’t I tell you if I caught sight of you again that you would just be a red stain between my palms?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6684ed51a4474cb7bb43b6945d7585f6~mv2.png"> --- You’re caught, and her threatening words begin to fill you with dread. Without replying you begin to fervently swim over to the edge of the beer mug before Margo picks it up again, the safety of the bar top drifting away past your view. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Seems like you wanted to steal some of my beer as well, eh? A thief to the very core. Tsk. Figures.”] Margo, without warning begins to tilt the glass up to her lips. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Well, since you’re already swimming in my drink, figures you should join the rest of it currently in my stomach. You’ll be a nice little speck of protein to go along with my light beer.” ] To your horror, again Margo’s maw opens up, but this time wider and larger. No longer is she taking sips of beer, but instead large open mouthed greedy gulps. #(text-style:"buoy")[GLULP GLULP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_dfbae85232ed4209887100ff41e854a1~mv2.png"> --- Waves of frothy golden liquid flow extremely fast into her cavernous mouth. You’re swept beneath the surging tide from behind, submerged beneath a sea of stinging carbonated fluid. Morbid thoughts swirl in your mind. If it’s this bad submerged underneath beer you can’t imagine how caustic the interior of her stomach must be. In mere seconds you surge past the outer layer of Margo’s thin lips and pearly white incisors, so caught up in the rush of fluid that you don’t even touch down upon her tongue. Instead, the river flows hurriedly past her molars ushering you towards the black pit of her flexing throat. You have very little options here, but you can try and attempt an escape in a limited number of ways. --- [[Swim Against the Deluge]] – The flowing beer is akin to rushing white rapids. [[Reach out for her Uvula]] – In a last ditch effort, you can try and grab ahold of the hanging orb of flesh. [[Accept your demise]] – As penance for your actions, you accept the fact that you are mere calories for Margo.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Eager Maw]''// Splorch, Swish. #GLLRRRMMM! Margo’s tummy beckons you… You’re tossed about erratically in the mouth of the muscled goddess. Your orientation spins about, not knowing which way is up or down. The thick tongue bucks wildly beneath you and curls deep on your body. Then, it surges upwards against Margo’s hard palate. The ridges on the roof of her mouth grind HARD against your nubile form, squeezing your whole body impossibly tight. As you’re roughly handled about, all too soon does the tongue usher you backwards, ferrying towards the woman’s eager throat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ce626f4a6fd94d9f8270aa170543ea71~mv2.png"> --- #Sqquuueeeze! #GALORP! So fast. You’re sent careening over the edge of her throat as Margo swallows prematurely, a bolus of watery saliva traveling down into her body. She grumbles before light fills your chamber. At the far end of her mouth, a slender white finger tipped with red nail polish surges towards you. #THIMP! The digit roughly crashes into your head, pushing you backwards into the pulsing esophagus. You’re caught in a tight embrace; this time she’s got you. #GALUP! #Squeeze! Bubbly spittle clouds your vision as you feel your whole body compressed, every inch of you smooshed on all sides by hot tender flesh. #CRCK! GALUP, CRACK! Another swallow, this one causing your body and bones to heave under the pressure. Below, the opening and closing of the esophagus is barely perceivable in the frothy mire of spit alongside your quickly diminishing strength. #(text-style:"buoy")[BADUMP, BADUMP, badump…] You’re given only a brief encounter with the woman’s pulsing heartbeat before you reach the sphincter below. Before it opens, there’s one more impossible squeeze, rubbing tight against your nethers. The sphincter clamps down upon your waist and stays there, rubbing up and down again and again. The pleasure is too much until. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b82d14627c3b4bebb9c83f08ddc06934~mv2.png"> --- Release. You black out, both from the ensuing orgasm alongside the crushing power of Margo’s powerful and oppressive throat muscles. Over the next couple of minutes, your unconscious body would be deposited in the beer ridden depths of Margo’s stomach. The roiling mire, laden with caustic acids quickly breaks you down with little to no remorse. Her adept and swift metabolism makes quick work of your tiny body. Soon to be nothing more than further calories for her active body. Outside, the pleased and nude Margo continues to stroke her abb lined tummy, while another hand gently strokes her drenched pussy. #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Good little Ant, rest easy in my belly…”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0c97cd99851849ad9252a1b0d75184f1~mv2.png"> --- (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Tongue]''//(set: $guile to $guile - 1 ) (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Heh, smart lil Ant. That’s a good idea, you’ll feel way better if you’re nice and slick!”] #Mlaaaah… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d54e3d4c05a24df9a99536b09e71a6a2~mv2.png"> --- The Bodyguard opens her sticky mouth as wide as she can manage. Tongue resting on the table now, extending out like a red carpet, your breath catches in your chest in a mixture of fear and lust. You take in the veritable sight before you. Thick strands of clear spit hang down from the creases of her palate above like stalactites in a dripping cave. Foggy clouds of sour sweet breathe brush past your face, dampening it in Margo’s very own oral essence. It’s not entirely unpleasant. You can even discern traces of the hoppy beer lingering on her breath, alongside the foreboding tinge of acidity, no doubt enhanced by her rude burps. Serving as the largest maneuverable muscle within her mouth is her beastly tongue. Margo’s is wide and flat, like the rest of her body, the oral muscle is dexterous and strong. Far back at its base, the appendage rises with bumps and divots before plunging downwards into a shadow of darkness. Her throat. Above it, Margo’s uvula, reflective with a sheen of dampness, guards the entrance to her digestive tract. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ge…IN!”] A simple command from the giantess before you. Has she forgotten entirely about the notion of lubrication? Does she intend to consume you here and now? --- [[Slather Yourself with Spit]] – You don’t want to take any chances here. Slicken yourself with spittle from Margo’s extended tongue then back away quickly. [[Accept your Role as Food|Margo Willing Vore]] – Mesmerized by the call of Margo’s beckoning body, you can’t help but become sustenance for her powerful form. --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Snack for Margo]''// Whether through hesitation or choosing the wrong direction, either way Margo has you cornered. Her wide reach grabs ahold of you in an instant, snatching you up in her calloused rough palms with a rough slap! #(text-style:"rumble")[BAM!] The echoing strike causes your ears to ring out and your body to heave as the wind is knocked out of you. #(text-color:#de4a4a)[“HA! You’re mine now!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0c95fea7131346d6991aa942caee7e44~mv2.png"> --- Flattened between her palms, the fingers curl inwards, forming a cage of rough flesh, locking you into the sweaty confines of her hand. You curl up into a small ball, shivering in anticipation. The world shifts as you’re brought upwards, lacking the characteristic gentle motions that the non-subjugated Margo had. Then, the fist lightly unfurls, just enough to give you a view forward but not enough to escape. There, you see the red glowing eyes of your muscled captor. Margo’s head tilts eerily to one side, inspecting your tiny body. Her smile unwavering. The teeth part with a breathy sigh. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8e1c59abdfa5495bb61fe797a3fc7d2f~mv2.png"> --- #(text-color:#de4a4a)[Haaaa. “Get ready little Ant, my throat is going to crush you HARD so much so it’ll squeeze all the juices out of your body into MINE!”] #Woosh! Without warning, you’re tossed forwards into her sweltering mouth. #SNAP! Darkness as the teeth close dangerously close behind. [[Continue|Margo Mouth]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Defiance]''// The brown hand unfurls. You now stand upon Mistress Monrose’s grand palm. To your right, you see the other woman, a mix of various emotions plastered across their faces. Both Agatha and Margo stare at you with fear and concern while Gilly’s face is stone cold, determination and focus carved into her features. To your left, Monrose’s massive maniacal smile, red painted lips tinged with moisture, beams down upon your nubile form. Those lips part, sharp white predatory teeth reflecting what dim light exists in her gallery. The teeth open with her breathy words as she stares at the other girls. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_825d0ae04b22436ab9a871d8e980afd9~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Well then, it seems like our dear ‘hero’ has made their choice. They wish to disobey ME.”] Monrose’s tone has shifted. Her previously playful and boisterous disposition has shifted to mania. The lavender idol throws her head back, free hand planted against her forehead as she cackles maniacally. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!] Suddenly, her head whips forward, lips and sharp teeth mere inches away from your form as she grits her next words through her teeth. (text-colour:#a40aeb)["Silly, disobedient SLAVE! "] Seething anger flushes across her face as flecks of spittle splatter against you with her speech. Her eyes immediately lock onto you. A deep frown set across her lips. Subtle wrinkles of age begin to appear across her previously ageless physique. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“YOU slave were to be the sweetest treat of all! Brimming with potential, so much divine flavor there could have been. Yet, you had to spoil it all and RESIST. Baha! It’s almost impressive that you were able to hold back from my temptations.”] Monrose looks away and harumphs. Her hair has shifted its tone, instead taking on a lighter more greyish white. Her piercing eyes glow with a crimson hue. She shrugs. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Still, you will make a decent snack. Struggle, won’t you on the way down? Either way, there shall be no pleasure for you in my belly, only fiery TORMENT!”] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[MwaaaahHaaa!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d7b2a93bf78e4e719149fbef74717972~mv2.png"> --- Deceptively fast, Mistress Monrose unfurls her hot sticky tongue onto her palm, the slimy appendage rushing towards you with impossible speed. You begin running as quickly as you can in the opposite direction. Soon you feel the humid warmth of her tongue getting closer, droplets of moisture slickening you alongside the ground beneath. You slip. Turning, the mountainous pink wall of Monrose’s bumpy tongue gets even closer. This is it. No more tricks, no more escape. Soon you’ll be her food. (if: $MargoFavor is true and $AgathaFavor is true and $GillyFavor is true)[ #(text-style:"rumble")[THOOOM!] #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"rumble")[Oof!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7396d0c9e0ad44978ff3b4fba9438424~mv2.png"> --- In a flash, Monrose’s eyes bulge outwards in surprise as there’s a sudden commotion of movement behind you. She is sent staggering backwards, her grip on you loosening as you begin to fall. Midair, in slow motion you bear witness to the sudden heroic actions of your three friends. Margo has surged forwards, tackling Mistress Monrose in the gut. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e36dab3625114f44a737203555818e4a~mv2.png"> --- She growls, arms wrapped around the thick woman’s abdomen. Then, you are snatched up suddenly by a clammy white fist. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Gotcha!”] The hand unfurls, Agatha’s nervous expression and a tiny grin beaming down at you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re not getting gobbled up by her little one, no way!” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_361972193f8d4d5b98868a39de9d7306~mv2.png"> --- Still grappling Monrose, Margo grits through her teeth, breath labored by her efforts. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ha! Fuck, she’s stronger than she looks, she won’t go down!”] Now gaining her composure from the sudden surprise attack, Monrose cackles once more with insanity. (text-colour:#a40aeb)["BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You foolish slaves, the lot of you, you dare disobey your goddess’s commands and ATTACK ME?! What, for this tiny shrunken snack?! They are disposable like the rest of you all. Meadows must have been wrong in her assumptions. None of you are redeemable, nor capable of dominance.”] Unphased by Monrose’s villainous monologue, Agatha shouts out, turning her head to beckon forth your third friend. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Now Gilly, while Margo’s got her!”] Suddenly, a green blur surges past Agatha. Reacting quickly, Margo releases Monrose from the grapple just as Gilly, armed with a tiny dagger rushes up to the lavender goddess. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1d61cf9f17ca40c69e900dd786ab61bd~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“You no more hurt friends!! Raaagh!”] Leaping up and forwards, the heroic gremlin girl holds the tiny knife with both hands and plunges it forward into the body of Mistress Monrose. SLICK! The dagger lodges itself into the space adjacent to Mistress Monrose’s left breast with a meaty slice. The comparably tiny Gremlin Girl holds the dagger firmly, dangling off the hilt, a mere quarter the size of the tall, dominating goddess. She stares blankly at the dagger and then confused up at the still crazed smile of Mistress Monrose. No blood seeps from the wound. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“…wha…”] Gilly can barely form her next words before Monrose’s smile turns to a thin line. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d4e9cd1dccbe45ada9838dc74a6a1346~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[“OBEY.”] A pulse of red crackling light emanates from the Godess’s body, her eyes flaring crimson, white hair billowing behind her as she begins to levitate off the ground. The blast sends everyone flying, you specifically are sent plummeting to the plush carpet below. Off to the side, both Margo and Agatha stagger for a moment, shutting their eyes and clutching their temples in pain. The pair moan in agony before their body’s straighten with puppet like rigidity. In unison, the two raise their sunken heads, opening their closed eyes. The same eerie red glow dwells within their sockets, as a maniacal widespread smile gleans across their faces. They’ve been subjugated. Splayed across the ground from the force of Monrose’s blast, Gilly remains herself, albeit stunned. The tiny hero shakes her head and rises to her feet once more. Still determined, she rushes back towards the floating demon at the center of the room. She calls back to you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“RUN!”] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Bahaha…I don’t think so.”] Monrose snaps her fingers; both of your subjugated friends turn to you in an instant. Their mouths water with hunger. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Consume the filth dotting my floors, slaves. The first of you to swallow them will have my favor.”] Both Margo and Agatha speak together in tandem, a wavering eerie tone to their voices. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Yesss] (text-colour:#de4a4a)[Mistress…”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_79a8eae238a749bfa8d4abc56fffe7e5~mv2.png"> --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_976cb35a1ab647829c95e6c1553202fe~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Margo Agatha Chase]] ] (else:)[ [[Accept fate|Monrose Unwilling Vore Event]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Enter the Pentagram]''//{(set: $MonroseA to it + 3)} (set: $MargoFavor to true) You rush into the blood red rune just as Margo's huffing breath reaches your neck. Then, a bright flash of red light behind you. (text-style:"blink")[SLICK! THRUM!] (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“CHCK! WHAT THE?!” ] As the blinding ruby light subsides you turn around. The pentagram shielded you from Margo’s strike. Behind you, the ever watching looming mass that is Mistress Monrose merely chuckles. Her heavy breasts bounce alongside her massive gut with each mirthful laugh. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha, well done little fan, keep up the work! Become one with your devilish side and more boons shall come your way! Keep it up and you shall make an excellent slave of mine.”] Margo merely stares back at you with anger, having lost a potential meal. Noticing this, Monrose flicks her head in the fit woman's direction. No words escape her mouth, no laugh, no command. Just a look is enough to let Margo know that her time with you has come to an end. [[Continue|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Captured]''// Margo’s free hand snatches you up in a tomb of calloused flesh. Rough palms squeeze tight upon your form. You have been captured and now await the consequences of your actions. Slowly, the palm unfurls whilst holding you firm between forefinger and thumb. The unamused face of the bodyguard stares down at you. Bright blue eyes flicker across your nubile form, darkened by her shades. “Pity, I thought you would be up for a fare challenge ant. Instead, you squandered your opportunity to prove yourself. I should have expected nothing less from a creature that could not even procure a bronze bracelet. No matter, Master did inform me to dispose of any beings without such a band.” You shudder, beginning to wonder just how in fact this bodyguard will choose to rid you of this world. All too soon your questions are answered when you body is raised up towards Margo’s thin straight lips. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3fcecbdf1e1f495cb4dfcc6c3ee606f7~mv2.png"> --- “I’ve been at my post for quite some time now and could use a small protein snack.” Unceremoniously, before you can even protest, Margo’s maw clicks open, a rush of stale breath washing over your form as she exhales upon you. The sickly chamber opens before you. Columns of saliva bubble about from the roof of her maw towards her flat tongue. A thick film of white plasters across the bodyguard’s tastebuds; she must be dehydrated. Dryly, the back of her throat flexes, eager to claim its prize. You are only given a brief glimpse of the sticky red chamber before you are carelessly tossed inside with a wet SPLAT. The maw clacks closed in an instant, sealing you in sudden darkness. Ruthlessly, the tip of Margo’s tongue flexes beneath you, ferrying you directly towards the back of her mouth. It seems as you she means to swallow you quickly, to her you are simply food. Battered about by the sticky tongue, the appendage presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom. ##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!''] Swallowed. ##(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ] The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!''] Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism. You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape. ##(text-style:"blur")[“Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”] The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you. [[Continue|Margo Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Deep Within Margo's Colon]''// #SHLOP, GLORP! Wet meaty sounds echo out around you as Margo adjusts her body. Your form is jostled in the tight pitch-black environment. The chamber is impossibly tight, with little to no room whatsoever to maneuver about. Above, a vibrating moan echoes out, with a demanding command from your captor. #(text-color:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Uhhhn! YES! I’m going to turn you into paste little Ant, no chance you can beat my asshole!”]] #SQUUEZE! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_76a45d6af028485797ff86dbbc19cc1a~mv2.png"> --- Slowly at first, the velvety walls begin to slide about, the possessed giantess bouncing up and down on your ridged form. Each bounce sends you deeper and deeper, acrid brown mucous congealing against your body. You try and squirm down, but Margo is just too strong. Her butthole is monstrously tight, no doubt from multiple squats empowering the strength of her rectal muscles. As if to emphasize the futility of your movements, a sliver of light crests into your chamber below. Margo’s finger pushes deep into her anus, planting hard against your feet as you are pushed even deeper. #SLORP! More fluid squishes around your body, flowing from the upper reaches of her large intestine. Further and further, you’re pushed into her bowels, a cacophony of gurgling squirts ringing in your ears alongside the moans of Margo above. #(text-style:"rumble")[BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP!] Her rapid heart rate reaches a fever pitch. The slimy walls clamp down then away in pulses aligned with Margo’s heartbeat. #(text-color:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Yes! Get squeezed to death inside your goddess little ant!”]] Sticky sounds echo about as the rectum compresses even harder. The ridges of her colonic walls press painfully into your abdomen, one such ridge squeezing tight against your throat. Suddenly, you find yourself pinned, the sequence of squeezing and relenting of her anal muscles changing to just pressure. You can’t breathe. Throat clenched tight against the simple ridge of Margo’s colon; you feel the light of life begin to fade from your body. #(text-color:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAAAA! YES!”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3365ae1fd10a4ebb87a54ab36c612310~mv2.png"> --- The Bodyguards anus quivers and gapes wide as she releases a torrent of fragrant clear girl cum from her pussy above. But for you, your body remains deep within her asshole, slowly destined to be nothing more than another fragment of her waste during her next bowel movement. (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// You do everything in your power to convince this blood crazed giantess that you are worth sparing. Pleading, eventually Margo’s rigid lips turn towards a frown. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Fine."] She sighs. The massive palms remove themselves from either side of you. You let out haggard breathes, regaining your composure, barely. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["Listen, you can make it up to me, if you bring me a nice drink we'll call it even then, ok?"] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_85b20d85abe444c6b012b136e5f8f32c~mv2.png"> --- You humbly accept and return to the Central Bar Top. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// You decide to approach the muscle-bound giantess cautiously. If odds favored you, maybe you could sneak up her body to procure a red band from her wrist without her even noticing. Heck, maybe you could even slip past her entirely and head directly to the second floor. All too soon, your ideas of grandeur come to a halt as the bodyguard’s gaze locks onto you in an instant. How did she even know you were approaching? Her piercing eyes, even behind her elusive shades, dance about your body. (if: $GreenBand is true) [A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You lack a bronze bracelet. You are not permitted entrance to the main floor. Thus, you must be disposed of.” ] You’ll need to think of something quickly. You were warned that anyone caught without a bronze bracelet could run into trouble. And with the way this Giantess is looking at you, you better decide soon. [[Bolt away]], you don’t want to be disposed of. Try and [[explain yourself]], maybe you can talk your way out of this? ](else:)[A monotone husky voice states plainly from above. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“B.A.M.S. student. Present to me a valid silver bracelet along with 5 unique colored faculty bands. If found acceptable I will grant you entrance to the 2nd floor.” ] Her tone is blunt and forward, leaving little room for fanfare. Margo stands still, eyes locked on your form, waiting for a response. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:green)[[[Ask Margo about herself.]<c1| [Ask about Mistress Meadows]<c2|] [Ask Margo if she'll give you her extra red band.]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)["I am the headmistresses bodyguard, nothing more, nothing less."]]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[(text-colour:#de4a4a)["She awaits any worthy students at the top most floor of the manor, within her tower. Prove yourself capable, and you shall be able to meet her."]]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Her blue eyes narrow. Pupils dart to either side, sizing you up. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["A true demonstration of strength is necessary to be worthy of obtaining the red band of the Security Faculty. Your size does not prove this trait."] You pause, feeling the weight of her words upon you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["BUT, even an ant is impeccably strong for its size. Bring me an object twice your weight and I shall consider your request."]]] Lastly, you can excuse yourself and head back to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer")]

(set: $MargoVore to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Margo's Stomach]''// Stranded within the belly of the bodyguard, you have little time to think of a means of survival... --- (text-colour:magenta)[[Attack Stomach Walls]<c1|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Beg]<c2|] (text-colour:magenta)[[Assess Cardiac Sphincter]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You smash, kick and punch against the thick stomach lining in hopes of upsetting Margo's stomach. The walls merely deflect all blows you send at it. It's as if the lining of her stomach is as solid as steel. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")["No use Ant, greater beings than you have tried to escape my stomach, and all have failed."]]]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to plead with Margo. After a brief pause the giantess responds. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")["No. What goes into my stomach stays there. You are food now, my food."]]]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The tight opening to the throat is impossible to move in any way. Even with tools, Margo's valves are just too powerful...]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Having tried what you can, you can simply (text-colour:red)[[[accept your fate|Margo Death]]] as protein for Margo. (after:30s)[Or possibly, you could try and [[hold on]] for just a bit longer...(text-colour:purple)[(50%])]

(set: $MargoNew to false)(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $CrushCore to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''// Held within the fingers of the muscle-bound giantess, sticky, smelling of stale breath, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Margo inspects your form, impressed that you managed to survive the ordeal. She then raises her shades to rest upon her forehead, those baby blue eyes twinkling now in the mellow light of the entrance foyer. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“It is rare that I encounter someone of such exceptional resolve, both physically and mentally. What you have accomplished is truly impressive for your minimized scale. THIS is what my master wanted to prove. That by any means necessary, the greatest among her children will strive for success regardless of the odds set against them. I am honored to have been a part of cultivating such an opportunity for you to display your tactfulness.”] Margo bows her head to you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["It is only befitting that you are rewarded for your strength.”] Margo shuffles about in the back pocket of her suit pants, bringing up towards you a small metal dome and a bronze bracelet. The bracelet, belt like in scale for you, is a simple bronze chain that fits neatly across your waist. The small metal dome is the size of a grain of rice, but to you, it could potentially even fit in your own pocket. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“This here is transformative tech developed by our very own Dr. Fosc.”] You’ve heard of this professor before. He works closely with your faculty, that of Advanced Microscopic Sciences. Yet, his own faculty, that of experimental robotics, was discontinued for unknown reasons. Margo continues to explain, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“The tech was confiscated from Dr. Fosc's lab when he was let go from the University. Yet, its power still holds. In a dire situation of crushing, crack open the tiny dome, something you should be able to do, ant, given your strength. In doing so, a series of micro drones will shield you from upwards of 2 tons of force.”] At your scale, crushing is all too common, either accidental or deliberate. A shield of micro drones with a one-time use could prove invaluable. You thank Margo for the device, pocketing it within your inventory. Carefully, Margo places you once more upon the ground. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Best of luck. I hope your journeys in these next couple of days are successful. I eagerly await your return when you have procured the necessary bands.”] Margo then salutes you, as you make your way back to the (link: "(text-colour:cyan)[Entrance Foyer]")[(set: $Grace to it + 1)(go-to: "Entrance Foyer")] (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''//(set:$health2 to $health2 -1) (if: $health2 is 0)[(go-to:"Margo Throat Death")] You decide to climb upwards during Margo’s next swallow. Fortunately, you were correct in your secondary predictions. As the throat squeezes with peristalsis, you use the pressure of her clenching walls to press upwards. The pressure, however, is unbearably tight against your skull. You pretty much must lead with your head which leads to a considerable amount of dizziness and damage. Best climb carefully, lest you pass out. Staring above, you notice the esophagus is still. Margo is between swallows. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_86dad14e846d46e7b366d06b128457a3~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“GL…Hah! Urgh, stop stretching out down there!”]] --- [[Brace|Margo Throat Still2]] [[Climb|Margo Throat Down]]

Glroble… There it is once more. The call of Margo’s hungry digestive system. You throw all caution to the wind and release your grip. ##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!''] Swallowed. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]] The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!''] Below, is utter madness. Your eyes go wide in astonishment as you witness the sheer might of this woman’s digestive organ. You scramble against the slick walls of her esophagus, suddenly doubting your previous wants and needs to feed yourself to this woman. Beneath, the walls of her stomach pulse at an unimaginable pace, flexing almost to the center of the stomach and releasing in quick mighty thumps. And then, there’s the digestive enzymes. A frothing pool of muck, beer and copious amounts of hydrochloric acid loom below. The tide is mightily high, and you drop only a couple of inches before becoming completely submerged. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''Uraarp!''] That’s it, there goes the last fraction of your air. Now from top to bottom, Margo’s belly is filled with fluid. You try and scramble for the Black Cat Brew but can’t even feel your fingers. Fingers? You stare at your outstretched hands and the sight causes you to panic in despair. In mere minutes your tiny form is reduced to nothing more than a greasy red slop within the overactive digestion of Margo’s efficient metabolism. A healthy fit woman like her uses up every last inch of the food given to her tummy. There was no chance for you whatsoever. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed7d1e76ff66426e9a106f84ec4f7095~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''// Unfortunately, trying to climb Margo’s still esophagus is more difficult than you thought. You swiftly slip down a couple of inches. Best to climb when she is about to swallow. Staring upwards, you see that the giantess is preparing to do just that as her epiglottis above quivers. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7754e7e897054d5885796f5ab642c560~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GALUP! ] #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmmf, that feels better...”]] --- [[Brace|Margo Throat Still]] [[Climb|Margo Throat Down]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''//(set:$health2 to $health2 -1) (if: $health2 is 0)[(go-to:"Margo Throat Death")] Now is the time to climb! You press firmly with all your might against the rigid walls with Margo’s latest glurky swallow. It’s your might against hers and thankfully, Margo is VERY drunk, so her throat is not putting up much of a fight. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ce626f4a6fd94d9f8270aa170543ea71~mv2.png"> --- HACK! Aghh… You see light up above and suddenly feel your body lift up and above past Margo’s vocal cords. You splatter against the back of her upper throat, stuck to the sticky flesh firm. Staring down at the winking esophagus and banded vocal cords, you shiver knowing that one slip up here and you are headed down once again. Ahead of you is Margo’s uvula and below are the vocal cords. You’re super close to her fleshy nub that guards her throat. That bounding stalactite of flesh that all too often can trigger a gag reflex if stimulated. Then again, Margo hasn’t been affected yet, even with your proximity. The vocal cords on the other hand, slamming into those would surely cause any human to cough. However, you’d need to peel yourself away and fall DOWN. The direction away from freedom. What will you do? --- [[Attack her Uvula|Gag Freedom]] – Here’s hoping she’ll gag you out. [[Slip Free|Cough Freedom]] – Fall down towards her vocal cords to trigger a cough.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''// You’d rather not take a heap of damage with the next swallow and instead opt to brace yourself. The squelching flesh slides past your solid form with little to no damage. Unfortunately, you don’t make any progress upwards either. You’ll need to climb when she swallows if you want to make any distance. That or what for a miracle! She's readying yet another swallow, seems like her pace is increasing! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7754e7e897054d5885796f5ab642c560~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oof, stuck in there, rrrghh...”]] --- [[Brace|Margo Throat Still Idle]] [[Climb|Margo Throat Damage]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''// You know that patience is a virtue and so you remain calm here in the sweltering confines of Margo’s esophagus. Each pulse of her dry swallows threatens to send you deeper but still you remain steadfast and hold on. Eventually, your disposition is rewarded as a bubbly froth surge up from beneath. She’s about to burp! Grgl Grgl! Plip plip, shh! A stinging wind, tinged with acids and beer, lifts you deftly upwards and towards the light of freedom above. Ooop, OH…URP! BLEH! Suddenly Margo’s maw shifts downwards ninety degrees, sending you hurtling past her spattering tongue and glistening white teeth. (text-style:"blink")[THMP! ] You lend, drenched and sticky, shaking yourself and counting your lucky stars that you somehow managed to survive that whole ordeal. Margo simply wipes her maw of some stray spittle, eyes hazy and clouded. She looks at you with a crooked smile. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Bleh, not nice. But…urp…if you wanna go again, I’m still down.”] Man, she is seriously out of it, considering the woman is willing to try and swallow you again. Best play your cards right next time if you want to stay off the menu. [[Return to Center|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''// You calmly wait for your captress to swallow once again. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[G..Glurk!] She's readying yet another swallow, seems like her pace is increasing! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7754e7e897054d5885796f5ab642c560~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Cmon, go down...”]] --- [[Brace|Margo Throat Still Idle]] [[Climb|Margo Throat Freedom]]

You decide to climb upwards during Margo’s next swallow. Fortunately, you were correct in your secondary predictions. As the throat dilates with peristalsis, you use the pressure of her clenching walls to press upwards. The pressure, however, is unbearable tight against your skull. You pretty much must lead with your head which leads to a considerable amount of dizziness and damage. Best climb carefully, lest you pass out. Staring above, you notice the esophagus is still. Margo is between swallows. “GL…Hah! Urgh, stop stretching out down there!” [[Brace|Margo Throat UP]] [[Climb|Margo Throat Slip]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Deep Within Margo's Vagina]''// SHLIP! SHLORP! Wet meaty sounds echo out around you as Margo adjusts her pussy around you. Your body is jostled in the slick pitch-black environment. The chamber is impossibly tight, with little to no room whatsoever to maneuver about. Above, a vibrating moan echoes out, with a demanding command from your captor. #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Uhhhn! YES! I’m going to turn you into paste little Ant, no chance you can beat my vag!”]] #Shlip, Shlip. Slowly at first, the tender walls begin to slide against your flesh, the possessed giantess bouncing up and down on your ridged form. Each bounce sends you deeper and deeper, more sticky clear fluid filling up around you. You try and squirm down, but Margo is just too strong. Her inner labial lips prevent your feet from slipping free. As if to emphasize the futility of your movements, a sliver of light crests into your chamber below. Margo’s finger pushes deep into her cunt, planting hard against your feet as you are pushed even deeper. #SLORP! More fluid squishes around your body, flowing from the tight constraints of her vaginal canal. Slickened by the overflow of liquid, you easily reach the end of her pussy, your head bumping up against an orifice. Her cervix. The valve opens around your head, as you are roughly pushed inside. #SPLAP! Unceremoniously you are ushered into Margo’s womb. #(text-style:"rumble")[BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_702f1a7456e54812a20bdd5cde0d1ab3~mv2.png"> --- Her rapid heart rate reaches a fever pitch. The inside of this chamber is filled near to the brim with coagulated thick white fluid. It clings to your body, a semi sweet / acidic tinge to its flavor. You scramble about, in hopes of finding a way out of this place. You press hard against the cervix but it’s unrelenting. #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Yes! Drown inside your goddess little ant!”]] Blub Blub… More fluid seeps in through the slick red flesh of the womb’s walls. Soon, the cavity is completely full. You float amongst the syrupy discharge, holding your breath for as long as possible. Yet, all too soon the inevitability of your breathing reflex takes hold. You gasp, pulling in thick goop into your lungs. Flailing about in the confines of Margo’s reproductive system, your body eventually goes limp, having drowned in her juices. #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“HAAAA! YES!”]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b3dfcdffcbcc4514a3726463f229c58a~mv2.png"> --- The Bodyguards pussy quivers as she releases a torrent of fragrant clear girl cum. But for you, your body remains deep within her womb, slowly destined to melt away into nothingness. (colour:red)[ [[Try Again|Chase game]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Maw]''// You can’t resist the beckoning allure of the busty giantess’s sweltering maw. Slowly, you take a step towards the looming orifice. #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Yaa…tha ith…ge closa…”] Teases Margo still with her mouth agape. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c25d8a7509b44b1d91ad38b702971c0e~mv2.png"> --- You plant a hand directly onto the outstretched tongue. It’s warm and sticky, but not overtly wet. Sour hoppy notes of beer waft out to greet you as Margo continues to chortle on. For a moment, you begin to have second thoughts before her digit swirls behind you, rudely shoving you headfirst into the muggy red darkness. PLIP! SNAP! SLUUURP! Sucked in like a noodle, your prone form is slithered along the bodyguard’s ridged tongue, before being ushered to the back of her throat with little fanfare. #(text-style:"buoy")[MLM…GLIP!] The semi humid environment serves as a difficult swallow for Margo as half of you body is wedged into her throat while the rest of you still remains at the base of her tongue. Her mouth is considerably dry, due to the dehydration of copious beers. Maybe, just maybe, you can claw your way out of- #(text-style:"rumble")[GALULP!] The rest of you slithers down Margo’s taught throat, slowly, as peristalsis kicks in. You’ve been swallowed. [[Continue|Margo Dry Throat]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''// Using what strength you have left; you muster all your remaining might to press against the teeth from above. [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 50)[Incredibly, you halt the imposing force of the teeth. Crying out in anguish from the sheer rigidity of the tooth, you press your palms upwards into the rock-hard surface, slowly moving the massive boulder away from you. For the second time today, you have done the incredible. Extending your body straight again, you scream out in triumph. You can’t help but laugh out at the absurdity of your own strength and success, or rather luck. The teeth then soon part as a pair of fingers reach in to grab your exhausted form. (link: "Continue")[(go-to: "Margo Success")].](else:)[Unfortunately, it’s not enough. Your hands begin to ache from the dull sharpness of the molar above. Your feet wobble and fail to gain traction against the slick surface below. Panting about in terror, the crushing teeth soon compress onto your form. You cry out in anguish and pain, until suddenly, the teeth halt in place. You look about in confusion, has Margo spared you? The tip of her tongue then dislodges you from her teeth like a loose scrap of food. From the rear of her throat, you hear a disappointed sigh. Then, you are battered about by the sticky tongue, the appendage presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom. ##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!''] Swallowed. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]] The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!''] Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism. You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Pity, I thought you would succeed there…Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”]] The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you. [[Continue|Margo Stomach]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''// Thinking quickly, using the tools that you have, you wedge the bobby pin between the molar to assist you with the push. Thankfully, your quick thinking is rewarded. Incredibly, you halt the imposing force of the teeth. Crying out in anguish from the sheer rigidity of the tooth, you press your palms upwards into the rock-hard surface, slowly moving the massive boulder away from you. For the second time today, you have done the incredible. Extending your body straight again, you scream out in triumph. You can’t help but laugh out at the absurdity of your own strength and success, or rather luck. The teeth then soon part as a pair of fingers reach in to grab your exhausted form. [[Continue|Margo Success]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You begin to stroke the smooth walls of Gilly’s esophagus with a tender hand. The thin membrane gives way slightly to your touch but quickly begins to become rigid. It appears the stimulating movements are causing her to swallow once more! #(text-style:"blink")[GLP!] You are ferried once more, closer towards her awaiting stomach, but thankfully come to a stop just before reaching that dreaded pit. --- [[Continue|Gilly’s Throat]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Rebirth]''// #Shlip. Cold. Bright. The air outside of Agatha’s muggy anus is crisp on your skin. You pull your waist the rest of the way through her greedy body with a wet- #PLOP! She’s lying on her stomach and thus you slowly slip down past her rounded heavy cheeks, betwixt her semi hairy snatch before landing on the surface of Monrose’s couch far below with a careful thud. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_612feb7c046b44a6b33d484abffead68~mv2.png"> --- You wipe away as much of the giantess’s shit as possible, yet the smell still clings to you. The scent of death. You cherish the odor as a mark of your triumph. Gazing about the room with fresh eyes you smile that same manic grin. You’ve been reborn. Your heart and brain are ablaze with potential. You stare behind you at the cellulite dappled wall of Agatha’s behind. You’ve conquered this giantess, this woman intent on turning you into shit just like the other students you passed by on your journey through her. If you can accomplish THAT feat, then anything is possible. You stare at the gloomy darkness of Monrose’s lounge. A grandfather clock tucked away in the corner marks 3am. As you approach the edge of the couch you notice a figure shrouded in shadow, feet away from the furniture’s edge. How did you not see them before? Cresting out from the dark is a looming figure with picturesque white hair and a strikingly red crimson dress. Her pale, almost porcelain white skin reflects off what little light shines from the candles of the lounge. Mistress Meadows stands, arms folded, an almost sorrowful look across her aged face. A look a mother would give her child after they suffered an injury. This is the second time in your entire residence at Fantasia University that you’ve heard this god like woman speak, and this time her words feel almost…caring, soothing. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“Are you alright my child? I hope your rebirth into this world was not too painful of an ordeal.”] With gentle eyes the Headmistress of Fantasia lets out a tender sigh. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“I am pleased, however, that a being such as yourself has survived. For…it shows to me and my sisters that…well.”] Then her disposition changes, her hair becomes even lighter, almost ghostly transparent. Her eyes are aglow with hellish red. The same look Mistress Meadows gave that student yesterday in the foyer before… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7b3e95e16ac844e386d2d982318a940a~mv2.png"> --- You swallow. Behind Mistress Meadows is Monrose. The much curvier woman, but just about an inch shorter than Meadows, places a tender yet firm hand on her older sister’s shoulder. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Bahaha! Sister, yes, so happy for you to bear witness to my new pupil, yes! I promise I shall ensure that they come to your suite on the 2nd floor by tomorrow evening, but for now, please please, yes leave them with me.” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_94bac2f1131046ed900fb32df565a42e~mv2.png"> --- Was that a twinge of uncertainty in Monrose’s voice? The two sisters stare at one another, crimson eyes alight like burning cinders. Their milky white hair alive with movement, billowing freely from absent winds. Then, Meadows smiles warmly at her sister, not unlike an elder sibling granting their younger a turn with a toy. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“Alright Rose, this one is yours to train for now. Ensure that they are prepared fully once they visit my chambers…ALIVE.”] With that, Mistress Meadows tenderly kisses her younger sister’s forehead before leaving the lounge, heavy hips swaying with her exit. Mistress Meadows lets out a deep sigh of relief, before her eyes lock onto your tiny form with her characteristic beaming smile and laugh. Bahaha! I knew a tiny fan like you was special! You, yes you have done the unthinkable. And so, it is time I grant you an offering little…thrall. You shall become my dutiful servant and with that title comes many gifts that will certainly pique your interest!” You think back to the potency that the red pentagram offered you hours ago on the Mistress’s table. The unfathomable living lust that it gave you, the essence to strive for more regardless of the consequences. Being Monrose’s slave could have its benefits. An in with the most powerful woman of Fantasia. That, surely, is the way to the top. You grin again in tandem with Monrose’s own smile, your eyes widen with potential. You lower your head just as the corners of your peripheral vision begin to haze over with crimson. --- (text-colour:orange)[“Every villain is a hero in their own mind.”] To be continued... Or (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Rebirth]''// #Shlip. Cold. Bright. The air outside of Agatha’s muggy anus is crisp on your skin. You pull your waist the rest of the way through her greedy body with a wet- #PLOP! She’s lying on her stomach and thus you slowly slip down past her rounded heavy cheeks, betwixt her semi hairy snatch before landing on the surface of Monrose’s couch far below with a careful thud. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_612feb7c046b44a6b33d484abffead68~mv2.png"> --- You wipe away as much of the giantess’s grime as possible, yet the smell still clings to you. The scent of death. You cherish the odor as a mark of your triumph. Gazing about the room with fresh eyes you smile that same manic grin. You’ve been reborn. Your heart and brain are ablaze with potential. You stare behind you at the cellulite dappled wall of Agatha’s behind. You’ve conquered this giantess, this woman intent on turning you into sustenance just like the other students you passed by on your journey through her. If you can accomplish THAT feat, then anything is possible. You stare at the gloomy darkness of Monrose’s lounge. A grandfather clock tucked away in the corner marks 3am. As you approach the edge of the couch you notice a figure shrouded in shadow, feet away from the furniture’s edge. How did you not see them before? Cresting out from the dark is a looming figure with picturesque white hair and a strikingly red crimson dress. Her pale, almost porcelain white skin reflects off what little light shines from the candles of the lounge. Mistress Meadows stands, arms folded, an almost sorrowful look across her aged face. A look a mother would give her child after they suffered an injury. This is the second time in your entire residence at Fantasia University that you’ve heard this god like woman speak, and this time her words feel almost…caring, soothing. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“Are you alright my child? I hope your rebirth into this world was not too painful of an ordeal.”] With gentle eyes the Headmistress of Fantasia lets out a tender sigh. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“I am pleased, however, that a being such as yourself has survived. For…it shows to me and my sisters that…well.”] Then her disposition changes, her hair becomes even lighter, almost ghostly transparent. Her eyes are aglow with hellish red. The same look Mistress Meadows gave that student yesterday in the foyer before… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7b3e95e16ac844e386d2d982318a940a~mv2.png"> --- You swallow. Behind Mistress Meadows is Monrose. The much curvier woman, but just about an inch shorter than Meadows, places a tender yet firm hand on her older sister’s shoulder. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Bahaha! Sister, yes, so happy for you to bear witness to my new pupil, yes! I promise I shall ensure that they come to your suite on the 2nd floor by tomorrow evening, but for now, please please, yes leave them with me.” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_94bac2f1131046ed900fb32df565a42e~mv2.png"> --- Was that a twinge of uncertainty in Monrose’s voice? The two sisters stare at one another, crimson eyes alight like burning cinders. Their milky white hair alive with movement, billowing freely from absent winds. Then, Meadows smiles warmly at her sister, not unlike an elder sibling granting their younger a turn with a toy. (text-color:#7C0D0E)[“Alright Rose, this one is yours to train for now. Ensure that they are prepared fully once they visit my chambers…ALIVE.”] With that, Mistress Meadows tenderly kisses her younger sister’s forehead before leaving the lounge, heavy hips swaying with her exit. Mistress Meadows lets out a deep sigh of relief, before her eyes lock onto your tiny form with her characteristic beaming smile and laugh. (text-colour:#a40aeb)["Bahaha! I knew a tiny fan like you was special! You, yes you have done the unthinkable. And so, it is time I grant you an offering little…thrall. You shall become my dutiful servant and with that title comes many gifts that will certainly pique your interest!”] You think back to the potency that the red pentagram offered you hours ago on the Mistress’s table. The unfathomable living lust that it gave you, the essence to strive for more regardless of the consequences. Being Monrose’s slave could have its benefits. An in with the most powerful woman of Fantasia. That, surely, is the way to the top. You grin again in tandem with Monrose’s own smile, your eyes widen with potential. You lower your head just as the corners of your peripheral vision begin to haze over with crimson. --- (text-colour:orange)[“Every villain is a hero in their own mind.”] To be continued... Or (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Trial of Might]''// (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Very well then.”] With lightning-fast speed, Margo’s right hand darts towards you, gripping your body firmly but not painfully so. Unlike previous giants that have tossed you about from time to time, the bodyguard draws back up to her standing position while slowly raising the fist that holds you. The careful motion fully nullifies any vertigo you usually experience when being carried upwards. It’s obvious she has handled tinies with practiced care before. The giantess unfurls her fist into an open palm. Face to face with Margo, you make out her thin red lips, perpetually kept in a straight line. Shallow creases form at the edges of her eyes denoting her age, slightly older than the usual students, but not by much. Perhaps mid 30’s. Piercing blue eyes study your form carefully, almost like an opponent would in a combat sport stare down. With a swift flick of the hand that holds you, she turns her palm face down. Immediately, thumb and index finger catch you in a pinch. You are then oriented in such a way that you are stending upon the flat of her thumb, with your head squeezed down by her index finger. You bring your hands up towards the pointer finger to stabilize yourself. There’s not much room to stand upon her thumb, even at your scale. You look towards Margo expectantly, barely able to hold your balance. The thin lips part to answer you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“An ant can carry up to 50 times its own weight. This would give it the strength to resist an incredible crushing force if it were able to push against a comparable surface. They are resilient beings, strong, cooperative and abide by their queen in every way. I see your kind as no different.”] The fingers holding you in place begin to squeeze together. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“But ants, are still bugs after all. Are you a bug or something greater, nay stronger? If so, show me. Resist, demonstrate to me your Might.”] The fingers squeeze down upon your head and feet with incredible strength. From the corner of your eye, you can also make out one of the Red Bands affixed further past her hand around her wrist. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_aedb682a84874dcaa3919dd0e0b90eb6~mv2.png"> --- You can try and [[hold on|Resist Pinch]], pushing back against the squeeze. Or you can [[duck away from the pinch]] and try to scurry up her arm. Maybe then you could grab the bracelet?

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Mistaken Identity]''// The massive Creepy Girl adjusts in her seat as she hums about, thinking of a response for you, or to her, Logan. (text-colour:#675b70)["Now now, what to do with my little tiny...You unfortunately have failed to retrieve my glasses in a timely manner and thus must be punished. But not too severely! I even tried to help you find them! (Welp, maybe I was just looking for you cuz I was bored.) Either way, time to go back to your cage!”] By gaining entrance to the cage on her neck, you can possibly find an easy way into the Mansion. That is what you think before she closes the latch of the cage without you in it, and smirks down at your form. Her gaze is sinister, glistening thin lips parted into a toothy grin. Suddenly, a low drumming burble, like water moving through pipes, echoes out beneath you. ##(text-style:"sway")[GRRRGLE...] (text-colour:#675b70)["Hehe, whoopsies! Looks like your cage is calling your name little slave!"] She pats her exposed tummy affectionately. You stare down at her bare stomach. A slight amount of pudge hangs over the sides, tight and form fitted with her black skirt. The globe of flesh wobbles delicately after the recent pats. This was not the cage you had in mind, yet in your day you have found yourself in a fair bit of stomachs before, and this Creepy Girl's belly shouldn’t be too much of an issue if she merely sees you as a slave. She WOULD want to keep you alive in there, right? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can [[play along|Eaten by Agatha]] with the bit. Alternatively, you can attempt to (text-colour:orange)[ [[bite her finger|Bite Reprucusions]]] and make a break for it. (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] (if: $glasses is true)[Lastly, you can give the Creepy Girl the glasses you found earlier. (text-colour:cyan)[[[Give Glasses|True Introduction]]] (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Mistaken Identity]''// You explain to the Creepy Girl that you are not this Logan person and that she has you mistaken with another tiny. She squints down at your form, trying to make out your identity before cackling in response. The throaty bellow splatters you with spit, her red uvula dancing in the back of her maw. (text-colour:#675b70) ["Hahah! Nice try Logan! That trick won’t work on me." ] Either this girl is very stupid or cannot possibly see at the moment without a pair of glasses on... [[Continue.|Mistaken Identity]]

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $Gillytrust to true)(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true)(set: $YellowBand to true)(set: $MetGilly to 1)(set: $MargoNew to false) (link:"Scaling the Unaware Mistress")[(go-to:"Foot Climb")] - Foot Crush, Unaware, Aware, Butt Crush (link:"A Chat with Monrose")[(go-to:"Bar Top Monrose")] - Aware, Teasing, Belly Fetish, Near Vore, Butt Play, Stomach Noises --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6c86e8d1c71d4a269da4844a39da413b~mv2.png"> --- (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Anus]''//(set: $ladder to true) #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I thought that maybe you would be full of shyness and not ask, my tiny fan!”] Mistress Monrose turns in her seat and rises, presenting you with her wide ass once more before parting her dress like a veil. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I will say, it is very soon for you to be checking, yes? Maybe my fan wishes to introduce themselves to my hole?” ] #(text-style:"blink")[WHOOMPH!] Mistress Monrose plants her bare ass cheeks onto the table, tilting it in the process. The Mistress opts not to spread her cheeks for you. Slowly, you approach the caramel hued orbs. It doesn’t take long for your entire view to become encapsulated by the dominance of Monrose’s wide buttocks. Her cheeks are pristine, devoid of any blemishes or specks of hair. Periodically you do notice a series of darkened birth marks, but otherwise the cheeks are spotless. Closer to the center, the dark line of her crack runs up and down, many lengths taller than you. Eventually you reach the edge of her crack. A dominating smell soon fills your nostrils. Rich and earthy, the smell of Mistress Monrose’s most intimate bits is a combination of deep heady scents combined with the tinge of something more uncomfortable. Each inhale fills your nose and lungs with heaviness, almost like breathing in smoke. The smells irritate your nostrils and cause your eyes to water. It’s not a bad smell, yet the aroma still causes you discomfort physically. You tentatively reach out to touch the beginnings of her outer cheeks. Smooth, almost impossibly so. Skin usually has a subtle bit of bumpiness or imperfection to its form, something you’ve become familiar with after being Minimized so many times. Yet, Mistress Monrose’s skin is undoubtedly perfect. You press onwards into the darkness of her crack. A sweltering heat begins to rise in your body. The walls of her cheeks are impossibly hot, nearly burning your sides as you brush up against them. The temperature steadily increases as you get deeper, alongside the imposing scents. Then, you reach your destination. Given her angle, Mistress Monrose has set herself seated against the table so that her pussy is pressed firmly against the surface while her rectum remains just arms reach for you. Thankfully it seems you won’t have to climb. Boldly before you, the massive brown orifice with a multitude of radial lines pulses as you approach. Mistress Monrose’s asshole. The pit is gargantuan, bigger than any anus you’ve seen up into this point so far. The ridges and lines of her sphincter splay out in multiple directions in perfect unity with one another. No crease is uneven nor out of order with each other. A subtle sheen of moistness seems to reflect off what little light seeps into this place. No stubble at all dapples her wide anus, the only thing out of the ordinary is the black string and chrome hoop of the anal beads’ end. The toy’s handle rests against the bottom half of Mistress Monrose’s butthole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_55a401fdb85243549e2cd420f844e4f5~mv2.png"> --- Wasting no time, you reach out and grasp firmly against the handle. The chamber about you vibrates as you hear an omnipresent hum from far above. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[MMMMHMMHMMMM!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Little fan, try and try to pull but it shall not exit from my hole!”] The commanding words, muffled in the cramped depths of Monrose’s crack tell only truths as you struggle with the beads. You heave at the anal beads, but the balls are firmly lodged within. Like an unrelenting maw of a beast unwilling to yield its prey, it appears that for now, Mistress Monrose’s anal sphincter will remain shut. You’ll need to arouse her some more by playing some games with the other women. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress's Huge Ass]''//(set: $MonroseIntro to 2) (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh yes, my big buttocks as they say? You want to have a look, yes?”] #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You are a very forward one, my little fan! Yes yes, but now is the time for that, I will show you what you desire.” ] Mistress Monrose rises from her seat, the chair creaking having been relieved of her impressive weight. At full height, the woman is grand in scale, even for those not Minimized. Curvy in both hips and chest, her waist is trim but her belly heavy and full. As she turns, her long curly purple hair wisps about, threatening to strike you like a whip even from your spot on the table. She tosses her heavy hair, letting the waves of curls unfurl in a beautiful sheen. Aromatic scents fill the room with her lurid display, no doubt from the product used in her hair. It’s intoxicating, a scent of smoky sweetness, like a mix between a campfire and wine. An unusual combination normally, yet at this moment it entices you. Then, Mistress Monrose leans her behind towards the table and slams it against the edge. #(text-style:"blink")[KTHUM!] One hand reaches back towards her dress and clenches the purple cloth in a fistful. With the way Mistress Monrose’s dress is sewn, the back half rests atop her body like a drape. Thus, she simply pulls it to the side to reveal her pantyless backside. You, in addition to the other girls behind, are transfixed by the display. With the cloth of her lavender dress out of the way, Mistress Monrose sways her bare ass from side to side. The caramel globes are massive in scale, the largest amongst this group by far. The cheeks cover up her private parts entirely. They remain unseen only for a moment before one hand reaches back to splay her crease open. Mistress Monrose’s dark crack comes into full view. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2a61d2646f0e4226883ab910475c5949~mv2.png"> --- Entirely clean shaven, your eyes immediately fixate on her luscious red pussy lips. Her vagina’s inner labia blossom forth from her slit like a luscious flower ready for bloom. The tender lips glisten with a sheen of crystalline clear juice, shimmering in the dim light. Your eyes are drawn farther upwards. A thin tan crease forms her perineum before darkening into a coffee-colored brown. The ridges that form the beginning of Mistress Monrose’s anus. The hole clenches and unclenches in tandem with her erotic swaying. Curiously, as your eyes reach the center of her asshole, you notice something. A loop attached to a small string just barely peaks out from the center of Monrose’s crater like butthole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_20e1fce6155640d4acba0dd7723ee2aa~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:yellow)[ANAL BEADS! ] Immediately your memory is drawn to Professor Arc’s description of the Neura Transmitter. You recall this device was necessary to create a human controlled Mechanoid. These piloted devices would allow you to transmit your consciousness into a robust tiny human-like machine, capable of taking a beating. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PPHPLAP!] Then, the wide cheeks close with a meaty clap. Mistress Monrose casually pulls her dress back into place, unphased by her recent nudity. She looks towards you, noticing your sudden look of surprise. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, you have seen my toy, yes?”] Her finger points to the crease between her cheeks. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You are a very perceptive tiny fan, yes!”] Mistress Monrose smiles eagerly. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“If you wish to play with it, then I will let you! But I will say it will be much easier if you show me how much fun you have with the others first. I do so love seeing the pleasure of desire in one’s face. Give your desire to them and I promise I shall ‘loosen up’ for you, my tiny fan.” ] You can’t be certain if those anal beads are the Neura Transmitter that Professor Arc was speaking of earlier, but you’ll at least need to confirm this suspicion. Heeding Monrose’s words, you surmise that you’ll need to have some fun with the other woman to turn her on enough to pull out those beads. Still, you could try to see if you have the strength to pull the entire thing out as is. Hopefully there aren’t too many beads in there… --- [[Ask Monrose if you can see her Asshole|Monrose Asshole Chaos]] – You can try and pull out the Anal Beads. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Willing Slave]''// The brown hand unfurls. You now stand upon Mistress Monrose’s grand palm. To your right, you see the other woman, a mix of various emotions plastered across their faces. Both Agatha and Margo stare at you with fear and concern while Gilly avoids your gaze entirely, a scowl of anger bubbling up from her core. To your left, Monrose’s massive gleaming smile, red painted lips tinged with moisture, beams down upon your nubile form. Those lips part, sharp white predatory teeth reflecting what dim light exists in her gallery. The teeth open with her breathy words as she stares at the other girls. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Well then, my obedient students, it seems like our dear friend has made their choice. They wish to serve ME. So, begone, they belong to me now.”] With a dismissive hand, Monrose shews the others away, eyes now planted directly upon you. Dejectedly, Agatha and Margo leave, knowing the powerlessness they have in this situation. Gilly wavers for a brief moment, hesitating, but follows suit with the others. (text-color:#a40aeb)["Now, my tiny slave. It’s time to fulfill your ultimate purpose. "] [[Continue|Monrose Willing Vore Event]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch: Monrose's Vagina]''//(set: $MonroseA to it + 1) You are encapsulated in the small space between the couch cushions. Above, the ceiling of your world is dominated by Mistress Monrose’s massive vagina. The heavy labial lips sag down within arm’s reach while farther ahead her massive clit pulses expectantly. At the center, the slick maw of her vaginal canal clicks and flexes messily with crystal clear secretions. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_bd2c28282ecb4f13a1fe018a3ecb3723~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Climb Up]<c1| [Inspect Urethra]<c2| [Stimulate Clit]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You reach up with both arms to gingerly grasp onto the slick vaginal lips. The fluids coat your arm messily, dripping down onto your shoulders and head. Some of the mess gets into your eyes and mouth. It’s piping hot, burning against your skin and tasting of cinnamon. You stagger, overwhelmed by the concoction and fall back down into the couch divide. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_231b5c63098f430a860527ed9e62df74~mv2.png"> --- Subconsciously, the massive Giantess flexes her vaginal canal with a meaty SQLORSH, pushing out a huge dollop of creamy mucus. The glob lands onto your chest, splattering against your body in a deluge of cream and goop. You LET the substance invade your very core, its taste is just too sweet, too intoxicating. You revel in the flavor, writhing about amongst the goo for an untold amount of time. Eventually, the fluid dries crusty, and you come to shaking your head. If you climb in there, you’ll lose yourself and your mind with it. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You stare curiously at the miniscule valve. All of the moisture and fluid that Mistress Monrose consumes on a daily basis passes by this tiny little hole. The impressive amount of wine she gulps down, all squirted out of here. You rest a palm against the devoted sphincter. Reactively, it clamps down shut on your wrist HARD. You recoil and pull away with a wet SCHLP! The Mistress’s body is unconsciously even, a danger zone.]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[You approach the rounded mass of flesh, aiming yourself directly beneath, inches away. You reach out and grasp onto the mass. It flexes immediately in response, eliciting a massive moan from Monrose above. You wrangle with her clitoris, her flexing motions threatening to loosen it from your grasp. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_27715b312ebe4384abde6a64f412629c~mv2.png"> --- Slowly, the orb swells, filling out and flushing with arousal. You assault the love nub as much as possible, before you hear a similar chuckle from far above. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHA, seems like a tiny fan is trying to arouse their Mistress!”] The clit above begins to move away, you attempt to hang on, but Monrose simply shakes her vagina a bit, loosening your grip. Her massive face stares down at you from above as she chides your efforts. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Tsk, if you wish to pleasure me, yes, you must try harder next time little fan! It takes much for a Mistress like me to reach climax. Much, much more.”] You climb up to the top of the couch, grateful to be free from that intoxicating chamber. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Explore")]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Escape]''//(set: $CabinetE to 3) Triumphantly, you reach the edge of the cabinet and swing onto the rope ladder with little hesitation. From behind you, Mistress Monrose pouts and calls out, (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Booh! You made it away, yes? Such a quick and clever little fan!”] You sigh a quick breath of both relief and exhaustion as you slip down the ladder with the grape flavored lube in tow. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Explore")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Defiance]''// Sensing your movement, Mistress Monrose clenches her abdomen, prepared to evacuate you from her bowels. The rectum squishes hard against your body, and with a forceful peristaltic push, you are ushered towards her anus. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2458dbd0b340444ab6102c828b5f8042~mv2.png"> --- #SCHLORP! Your prone form slides along the ridged passage before your face compresses roughly against the knotted muscle of her inner asshole. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“HMMM…”] With a light push, Mistress Monrose shits you out of her anus. Your head crests into the cold air of the outside world. You almost wish you could spend eternity within the confines of her hole, but given her earlier words, you know your time in the outside world is most likely short lived. #Pffff… An airy fart vibrates around your body, rich with the scent of smoke. The anus dilates and you are pushed further outwards. Creamy caramel walls dominate your view on either side, while beneath Monrose’s palm hovers ready to catch you. With a wet splat, you land upon her outstretched hand as more silent airy bursts from her ass bid you farewell. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d02c925839114fa797caab38b2f64f70~mv2.png"> --- Farther above, Mistress Monrose hums questioningly. #(text-color:#a40aeb)["Hmmm?"] Another, wetter fart splatters from her asshole, the sphincter dilating and spewing out Laura. With a shrill scream, the girl tumbles wetly beside you. The dark brown fingers curl roughly around the both of you. Then, your stomach bottoms out as you are lifted away from Monrose’s backside. [[Continue|Monrose Palm W Laura]]

(set: $CabinetE to 3) You tumble out onto the center table in a sticky puddle of saliva. Sputtering, you clear your eyes and stare back at the other women. All three have a mix of wariness spread across their faces. Soon, those dispositions change to relief as they see that you are relatively unscathed. Mistress Monrose looms behind you. In a chiding tone she remarks, (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“My tiny fan, oh so delectable when wrapped up in my favorite flavors. But beware, test me too much and I won’t be able to resist just-“] The giantess closes her eyes in pleasure and gulps loudly. GALUP! She traces the path of her swallow down her strong neck with her outstretched fingers. Ahhh! (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Just. Like. That.”] Your skin prickles, whether from the drying saliva on your damp body or the impending knowledge that if you continue to fail you’ll end up inside the Mistress’s belly. (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Winding Intestines]''// You brace yourself against the tendril lined walls of Mistress Monrose’s small intestines. The chamber reeks of acidity and smoke. The prodding villi threaten to latch onto you if you remain in one spot for too long. Below, a murky pool of chyme flows in a direction which you’ll note as ‘South.’ The opposite way, ‘North,’ is blackened by murky darkness. Thankfully, the reddish black veins that criss cross against the inner walls of the intestine shed a decent amount of light to allow you to see. Human or Demon, Mistress Monrose’s inner world is truly alien. #(text-style:"rumble")[SNORK!] Another rude snore, #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmm, those slaves made me so full…”]] How will you escape? --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_807789e2e16443558eb8c7e5547e10c0~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Caress Walls]<c1| [Check Fluid Flow]<c2| ]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The slimy walls undulate and recoil with your touch. Then, sensing your presence as organic, they snap back in an instant attempting to latch onto your hand. Horrified, you recoil backwards. The slithering villus goes back into place once more. ]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The flow of Mistress Monrose’s digested meals continues southwards, further into her eerie depths…]] --- [[Go North]] [[Go South]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Deal with the Devil]''// You opt to enter the newly carved rune. You surmise that the journey through Mistress Monrose’s body will be a dangerous one, and any assistance you can get will be necessary. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm hmm.”] Monrose chuckles a deep laugh before you feel the humid warmth of her tongue getting closer, droplets of moisture slickening you alongside the ground beneath. This is it. No more tricks, no more escape. Soon you’ll be her food. #SNAP! Her mouth swiftly closes around you. #SWISH! Your body is tipped and turned erratically in the humid environment. You’re in her mouth now, Mistress Monrose has you. Like a tiny morsel, you’ve been captured by a larger stronger being, helpless and locked away within her powerful oral cavity. Tiny slivers of light peak through her mouth as she savors your flavor. You can even see her lips curling into a smile from the inside. An eerie thought, knowing that Monrose is delighted by your very essence. Then for a moment, the mouth becomes still, allowing you to gain some bearings. Slowly, you steady yourself on two feet, hands planted onto the rough, bumpy tongue beneath for support. You look up and around at the organic cavern. Monrose’s mouth is massive. In front of you, her teeth are semi parted but the supple inner lips remain slick and closed for the time being. To your left and right, monumental white stone pillars, her molars, shift about; wouldn’t want to get caught in there. Then, you feel a damp sticky breeze flutter at your backside. Goosebumps tingle down your spine as you dare not turn around. Yet, morbid fascination gets the best of you as you swivel your head backwards, gazing at the imposing recesses of Monrose’s mouth. There, her black throat beckons you with humid smokey breaths. The arches of her tonsils click and flex with her breathing. The uvula above, deep red and heavy, bobs up and down lazily. Tendrils of spittle criss cross against the back of her esophagus, airy exhales snapping the tethers in twain. One such length of spittle flails forward onto your body, coating you in steaming hot sticky residue, smelling of sweet wine. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_23321e2d82794f3dbf10032ff204409d~mv2.png"> --- Then, the chamber comes to life, your moment of respite gone as Monrose speaks around you. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“Mmmhmm, it is hitting you now, yes? That knowing feeling that you are my sustenance?”] Each word, syllable, and accented tone sends the tongue beneath you bucking up and down. The tip of her tongue dances about the chamber, flicking forwards and backwards. There’s no chance to respond, since your body slams against her hard palate and molars alike with the semi garbled speech. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHA! Look at me, so impolite speaking with my mouth full. We can continue this conversation when you are deeper my slave…”] Deeper. This goddess means to send you to her stomach. You hold on to the slick molar at your side, panting, gazing at that sweltering throat. With little to no effort, Monrose’s tongue tip searches for you between her teeth like a stubborn piece of stuck food. Dislodging your handhold against the tooth, you are repositioned at the center of her tongue. Then, the chamber shifts as Monrose tilts her head upwards. You begin to slide down past the middle of the tongue. Bumps begin to skid against your backside as you near the edge of her throat. #SHLIP! You slam into the back wall of her esophagus with a meaty slap. For a moment, you stick to it, adhered by the sweet smokey saliva. You can’t help but stare down at the pulsating pit below. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[Glrkll…] The monstrous organic pit pulses in anticipation. Mistress Monrose’s esophagus dilates wide, her trachea all but tucked away by a muscular flap of flesh. No choking for her it seems; this woman is quite adept at swallowing large things. To further emphasize this, she widens her esophagus. The flesh peels away, like a slab of meat coming free from flesh. There it remains open, an impressive feat to open one’s esophagus so wide, despite the circumstances. Your eyes can’t help but lock onto that sweltering, pulsing hole. Slimy deep red tissue pulsates with peristaltic motions, eager to accept your form. Farther down the tube, a knot of strong muscle can be seen. It belches upon for a millisecond, revealing a glowing red chamber below. The waft of acidic smokey air has a trace of sweetness, no doubt from the copious amount of wine Monrose has been consuming all night…along with other…beings. You hear a deep rumbling vibration as Monrose chuckles. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“HmmHmm.”] Then, your body starts to peel away from the rear of her throat. You scramble against the tonsils, flailing, trying to grab ahold of anything. The tonsils and uvula slip free of your grasping hands as you slide down into the throat. You land just as the esophagus closes for a wave of peristalsis. You remain wedged at the precipice of fate. This is the moment that you enter her world with no escape. Fragments of light overhead still belay the outside world. Hope. That is until darkness slowly creeps over the chamber. You feel your feet slip deeper. Then… #GALULP! A meaty boom of collapsing muscular flesh slips you down past the epiglottis. #SLICK, SLIP, SLICK, SLIP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8bfc858f171041b3a3ed46a1058c035c~mv2.png"> --- The esophagus hugs you tight on all sides, ushering you downwards. Each pulse of peristalsis ferrying you lower with wave like motions. Strangely, there is no heartbeat. You shudder, the knowledge of being swallowed by a CREATURE not a human. Panic begins to set in as the crushing weight of the walls causes you to hyperventilate. A sadistic relief fills your mental wellbeing as you realize you may just perish here and now in her esophagus. That tiny respite is replaced once you hear the beckoning call of Mistress Monrose’s eager stomach. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[GLLLRRBL… ]] Your feet slam roughly into the firm knot of her cardiac sphincter. It acknowledges your presence, opening up, squeezing your lower body in a compressive hug of sticky flesh. #GLORP! #BLORCH! Unceremoniously, you’re squeezed and spat out into the massively wide caustic chamber. Tumbling down into a mire of fetid liquid. #SPLASH! [[Continue|Monrose Stomach CHAOS]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Deal with the Devil]''// You speak your demands, your words emanating from your silver tongue, tinged sweet like honey. Bemused, Mistress Monrose turns her head back to stare at you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Que?”] A deal. Your reasoning is crystal clear. If you want any chance of survival here in this place you know it won’t be within the butthole of this massive indigo dressed woman. Based on the positioning of her hand, holding fast against the now freed anal beads, Monrose most definitely plans on sealing you in her backdoor with no chance of escape. After hearing your reasoning, she smiles, impressed. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho, what a clever little fan you are!”] #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[PHLAP!] Monrose closes her heavy wet cheeks, mere inches away from your face before turning towards you fully. Her massive brown face and curled purple locks cascade around you in a makeshift cell. The Mistress’s heavy wine scented breath with a tinge of brimstone wafts out before you. It’s tantalizing but not enough to lull you into a stupor. She pouts, then laughs boisterously, her thick uvula and massive tongue bounding up and down with each exhalation. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHAHA!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I knew you were a clever fox just like us little fan! A real shark in the water, yes! You are no sheep.”] Monrose begins to twirl a red hued nail idly in front of you as she considers your reasoning. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm, so a deal will be struck then, little fan. No more tantalizing games with you, for I believe there is more for your spirit to blossom. Yes, like a thorny rose you shall bloom. But first, you must be reborn.”] #(text-style:"rumble")[THM!] Monrose plants her heavy chin on the tabletop before you, her absent finger draws away and to your surprise the Mistress was carving yet another small rune upon the tabletop! This one too, glows an eerie crimson. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I have seen your affinity for my abilities little fan!” She motions to the newly carved rune. “I know you seek more of the gifts that I can offer. Yes, yes! It can be discussed; all our secrets can be yours to use as you see fit. But to do so, you must become my THRALL!” ] The coils of indigo hair surrounding you straighten and swirl into a pale ghostly white. The Mistress’s eyes flash that same crimson glow. Her voice echoes now with a strange resonance. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Travel through my body, from entrance to exit, and I shall grant you my favor.”] Monrose then motions to the new rune. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Enter my rune and become my devoted Thrall, the journey through me shall be bliss.” ]Then, the devilish woman smiles a sharp toothy grin. Monrose opens her massive mouth, pinkish red tongue rolling out to the tabletop. Steaming saliva drips off the end, coalescing into a frothing puddle of scorching spittle. #HAAAAAAA… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d7b2a93bf78e4e719149fbef74717972~mv2.png"> --- [[Monrose Full Tour Safe]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Central Table]''// You are standing atop the simple black round table, set at the center of Mistress Monrose’s Gallery. The ground is uneven and worn, splinters stick about periodically. The air is a waft with the aroma of incense and desire. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4e88806a34884f519757cf2b65196537~mv2.png"> --- To your North, Agatha drums her fingers idly on the table, eyeing you expectantly. Her dark disheveled hair and purple eyes look at you almost like a toy, not unlike the large plastic dildo that sits in front of her. She waggles her eyebrows, flicking her gaze between you and the phallic device. To your East, Gilly’s eyes are locked onto the candy string. Not much seems to distract her from a potential treat, especially one as sweet as candy. She licks her lips; a thin trail of glistening clear saliva causes her lips to shimmer in the dim light. Slowly, the lips dry before Gilly continues her cycle of moistening once again. To your West, Margo has turned back to face in your direction but still averts her gaze from your own. Her cheeks are flushed bright red, and you notice a generous amount of perspiration dotting her forehead. Her breathing is quick and unsteady. She’s turned on by the opportunities ahead, albeit still a little shy. Behind you, to your South, Mistress Monrose stares at you with an expectant grin. Her red eyes are focused on your tiny frame, eyeing you more like the rest of the toys on the table as opposed to a sentient being. Although all these women are giantesses compared to your own Minimized self, Mistress Monrose is both much taller and broader than the others. She is truly a massive woman, in personality and scale, so much so that her heaving stomach protrudes onto the table itself! You wonder if the students from earlier are still alive in there… Lastly, a small roll up ladder is set to your side at the edge of the table, perfect for minimized students. Unfortunately, Mistress Monrose notices you keenly observing this item. She reaches out to the small bundle of rope, grabs it, then sits on it. Seems like you can explore the rest of the Gallery from the ground only if you first ask the Mistress for that rope. Where will you go? --- [[Go North|Agatha Idle]] – Approach Agatha. [[Go East|Gilly Idle]] – Approach Gilly [[Go West|Margo Idle]] – Approach Margo [[Go South|Monrose Idle]] – Approach Mistress Monrose (if: $ladder is true)[ [[Go Down|Explore]] – Descend the ladder to explore the rest of the Gallery ] (text-colour:yellow)[Try getting Mistress Monrose's Arousal to 10 through various interactions! Be sure to check back with her at 3, 6, and 9 arousal.] (text-colour:magenta)[Monrose Arousal:] [$MonroseA]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Central Table]''// You are standing atop the simple black round table, set at the center of Mistress Monrose’s Gallery. The ground is uneven and worn, splinters stick about periodically. The air is a waft with the aroma of incense and desire. Each of the women encircle the perimeter of the table. There’s no way past their bodies. You have no choice but to appease Mistress Monrose’s request and try and survive the perverted whims of each of these giantesses. You’ll need to incapacitate them with either pleasure or wits. After, you’ll need to face off against Monrose herself. Then, maybe you can get ahold of a silver band piece and get the hell out of this place. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4e88806a34884f519757cf2b65196537~mv2.png"> --- To your North, Agatha drums her fingers idly on the table, eyeing you with smug satisfaction. She knows you’re trapped and mocks you periodically by licking her thin lips. Her dark disheveled hair and purple eyes look at you almost like a toy since that’s what you are now. To your East, Gilly’s eyes are locked onto you like an animal eyeing its prey. Not much seems to distract her from the potential treat that is your form. She licks her lips; a thin trail of glistening clear saliva causes her lips to shimmer in the dim light. Slowly, the lips dry before Gilly continues her cycle of moistening once again. To your West, Margo releases a wet belch, staggering trying to keep her head up. She’s on the verge of passing out. Her cheeks are flushed bright red, and you notice a generous amount of perspiration dotting her forehead. Her breathing is quick and unsteady. She’s absolutely wasted. Behind you, to your South, Mistress Monrose stares at you with an expectant grin. Her red eyes are focused on your tiny frame, eyeing you carefully like an object as opposed to a sentient being. Although all these women are giantesses compared to your own Minimized self, Mistress Monrose is both much taller and broader than the others. She is truly a massive woman, in personality and scale, so much so that her heaving stomach protrudes onto the table itself! You wonder if the students from earlier are still alive in there… Lastly, the strange beckoning call of the pentagram from earlier draws in your gaze. Periodically you swear that is flashes a crimson hue faintly, the carved lines pulsing like…a heartbeat? Where will you go? --- (if: $AgathaHungry is 1)[ [[Go North|Agatha Idle2]] – Approach Agatha. ] (if: $AgathaHungry is 2)[ [[Go North|Agatha Pre Vore]] - Approach Agatha.] (if: $AgathaHungry is 3)[ To the north, Agatha hunches low, eyes glaring at you with sadism.] [[Go East|Gilly Idle2]] – Approach Gilly (if: $MargoTime is 1)[ [[Go West|Margo Idle2]] – Approach Margo] (if: $MargoTime is 2)[ To the west, Margo is slumped against the tabletop, completely passed out.] [[Go South|Monrose Idle2]] – Approach Mistress Monrose [[Approach the Pentagram|Heal]] (text-style:"emboss")[^^(text-colour:yellow)[ You have a limited amount of Health. You can also use your cunning GUILE to direct interactions in your favor. Certain interactions will deplete either gauge. Try and satisfy all 3 girls without losing all of your health!]^^] --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)] (text-colour:yellow)[Try getting Mistress Monrose's Arousal to 10 through various interactions! Be sure to check back with her at 3, 6, and 9 arousal.] (text-colour:magenta)[Monrose Arousal:] [$MonroseA]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Mistress]''// You stand before Mistress Monrose. A wide beaming smile grows eerily large across her model-esque face. Blood red eyes stare at your miniscule form. You stand before a veritable goddess. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ef0d699df5f24cca92a6ddebeb5d5660~mv2.png"> --- <p class="MonroseColour"> (if: $MonroseIntro is 1) [(text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Why hello down there my little fan!”] Her accented voice, chipper and wafting with desire is a stark contrast to her previously predatory gaze. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Do you have questions for me?”] Mistress Monrose then cocks her head to the side and questions you, (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Or is it that you believe I am the one hiding your little girlfriend?”] Quickly without warning, Mistress Monrose leans down and plants her massive palms on either side of your body. </p> #(text-style:"buoy")[THRUM!] The table shakes, but to you, the ground beneath trembles like an earthquake. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Well then, if that is the case, you will need to be VERY thorough in your examinations, yes?” ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHAHA! ] Purposefully, Monrose laughs wide and loud, her open maw resting inches above the tabletop and feet from where you stand. Sweet wine-tinged breath washes over you as droplets of spittle splatter your body. The dark hole at the back of her mouth clenches with each bellowing laugh. Dear lord you hope, nay pray, that Laura’s not down there. There’d be no coming back if you were to- (text-colour:red)[“Approach.”] Her words are shrill, direct, clear, piercing your ears. You walk forwards. A crimson glow, the Mistress’s eyes burn bright above. Her mouth remains open, tongue outstretched long. AHHHhhhhmmmm. The monstrous pink appendage slithers out, the tip dancing idly in front of you. Wet sounds echo from the back of her maw as she clenches her esophagus, red uvula dancing at the back. You need to go THERE. Inside there. Give yourself to her… MLEM! The tip of her tongue flicks hard against your chin, knocking you on your behind, gaze clouded with spittle. You wipe the slimy sweet ichor from your face to see Mistress Monrose far off in the distance, having raised back up to her imposing height. You hear the nervous laughter of the other woman behind you. “A little taste of my tiny fan! Mhm, you taste very sweet, yes. I can see why these women are fond of you!” You stumble up towards your feet and shake your head. There it was again, one second, you’re present, the next a blur as if time skipped for a moment. ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Well, are you going to ask me some questions or not?”] The always smiling gaze of Mistress Monrose stares down at you expectantly. Best not keep this woman waiting. --- [[Ask Monrose if she ate Laura]] – A bold question, one that fills you with trepidation. (if: $ladder is false)[ [[Ask Monrose for the Rope Ladder]] - You'll need it to explore the rest of the Gallery. ] (if: $MonroseA is 0 or 1 or 2)[ [[Ask Monrose to show you her behind]] – The massive thing could house hundreds of beings your size. ] (if: $MonroseA is 3 or 4 or 5)+(if: $ladder is true)[ [[Ask Monrose to show you her behind|Ask Monrose to show you her behind2]] - A warm flush spreads across her generous cheeks. She's starting to get turned on. ] (if: $MonroseA is 6 or 7 or 8)+(if: $ladder is true)[ [[Ask Monrose to show you her behind|Ask Monrose to show you her behind3]] - Her nipples poke out firmly from her dress. Her mouth hangs open, deep pants of desire moaning from her maw. ] (if: $MonroseA >= 9)+(if: $ladder is true)[ [[Ask Monrose to show you her behind|Ask Monrose to show you her behind4]] - Her wide stomach hangs out idly onto the table. Casually she rubs it with a tender hand. Quiet gurgles can be heard even at the center of the table. She's now also hungry it seems in addition to being aroused. ] [[Return to the Center|Monrose Gallery]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Winding Intestines]''// Squeeze! Plp. Plp. BLORSH! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_916e50c94cb54a6c8d54faa2f0f689c2~mv2.png"> --- A deluge of thick red liquid squirts past Mistress Monrose’s pyloric sphincter, deeper into her duodenum. #GLUB GLUB GLUB. The sphincter messily spurts out healthy doses of a much thicker fluid. Seems like most of the thin fluid has altered to take on a heavier consistency. Amongst the waves of chyme flows a small series of grey bubbles, one such orb containing you! Above, small orifices in the lining of the duodenum spurt out caustic steaming yellow fluid. SPLORCH! This chamber oversees chemical digestion. Monrose’s body is diligently trying to break down and destabilize anything that made it past her relentless stomach. Thankfully, your bubble remains intact, for now whilst all other substances sizzle and burn away. Time continues to drag on. The processes that take place in the small intestine, albeit a demonic one such as Monrose’s, are meticulous and slow. However, one thing is drastically different. The villi that line the innermost workings of her body are longer, more pronounced, and twice as efficient at collecting energy. The lengthy tendrils probe and prod at your safety barrier until one curious villus prods hard. POP! SPLAT! Your eyes flash open in a jolt, your brief nap coming to a sudden end. You feel a probing wet tendril shimmying around at your backside. You bound upwards, realizing that the bubble is now gone and pull away from the foreign object. The tendril tries to clamp down hard against your foot, but you pull away just in time. It flails for a moment then resumes its subconscious movements. Then, the chamber tumbles with vibration and movement. #SnnnrrkkkK! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed0931528fca44799b9bc4be56221f00~mv2.png"> --- You’re sent toppling as the whole tunnel shifts about, tossing you upside down as the Mistress shifts about in her snoring slumber. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Haaa…yes, digest well slave…”]] Mumbles the goddess in her sleep, casually rubbing her flabby distended stomach. Seems like you’ll need to go the rest of the way without any assistance from the bubble. You stare at the ground, a shallow pool of red-yellow liquid swirling about at your feet. Time to escape the bowels of this beast. [[Continue|Monrose Full Tour]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Cavernous Colon]''// Pwaf… An airy burst of gas billows past your face as you open the ileum, the sphincter responsible for ushering in digested remains into the colon. The task isn’t too difficult, seems like your encounters with Margo are showing some results. This brief moment of good fortune comes to a swift end as the gas of Mistress Monrose’s large intestines cover you in a greasy thick layer of stinking moisture. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_df64728730a1434081e6589d1219d5ae~mv2.png"> --- You sputter and cough as you slip down into the considerably wider chamber. Staring at your newfound realm, you gaze up and above at the considerable height of the tunnel. Triangular rings, spaced out about a handful of inches or so, line the walls of the large intestine, creating a corrugated tubular shape. Each ridge pulses in tandem with the flowing deep red veins; the black ichor of the Black Cat Brew still noticeably coalescing amongst Monrose’s body. You don’t exactly know what the substance is doing to this demonic creature, but you’re still alive. You’ll need to deeply thank Melissa after all of this is said and done. Your thankful to be free of the cloying villi from earlier but a newfound problem now sets in. Each triangular ridge that lines the large intestine is quite difficult to pass over. You climb, bit by bit, the slickness of the skin making your efforts quite troublesome. Nevertheless, you opt to push forward, the thought of once more reuniting with your friends and finding a way to stop these corrupted beings a major priority in your efforts. You slip and slide amongst the slimy mire, the air around you further thickening with fetid fumes. It’s a strange mixture of smoke and bacterial rot. You try to ignore it as best as you can. Thankfully, given Mistress Monrose’s sleeping position, you don’t have any vertical stretches of intestine that you need to climb. As you crest the final corner leading into the descending colon, you notice a shrouded mass. You hope that its not what you think it is, and your suspicions are soon confirmed. Yet, you wish it was simply waste that you were staring at… Another minimized ‘student’ if you could even call it that. The gaunt, hunched, pale white creature glares at you with yellowed teeth and sunken bloodshot eyes. It seems to be massaging and cleaning the walls of Mistress Monrose’s bowels! Pshhhhh… A waft of air billows past you, then the chamber begins to shift. The creature expertly holds onto one of the ridges while you are sent tumbling further towards the exit. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Harumph…clean me good in there slaves…”]] Mumbles the snoozing Mistress. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_76b3d02f006c4f768edfbf33687f659b~mv2.png"> --- You land with a splat against a puckered valve. Staring up, you see no presence of the pale creature from earlier. You feel at the ground beneath you; it’s rubbery, slick and lined with wrinkles. Quickly, you turn around with excitement and gaze upon the inner portion of Mistress Monrose’s rectum. You let out a triumphant cheer, you’ve made it to the very end of this demon’s digestive tract…alive. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[ Stimulate the Sphincter]<c1| [Pry Apart the Sphincter]<c2| [Wait for a Gaseous Opportunity]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to massage and caress the puckered inner butthole. After everything Monrose has done to you and your friends, you grit your teeth in resentment. You don’t enjoy giving this demon any pleasure, but you’ll need to coerce her anus into opening if you want to escape. The pliant flesh bends and remains firmly shut. You’ll need to be a bit firmer it seems.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Cracking your knuckles, you grab on firmly to the center of the inner anus. With a mighty heave you pry apart the slickened brownish flesh and plunge your head in deep. Your whole body is compressed from every angle. You can’t breathe but continue to surge further forward before… SCHLORP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3546d951975343099da0ef823f820f6b~mv2.png"> --- You emerge into the outside world, your head cresting into the dim light of the Gallery. [[Escape!]]]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Patience could assist in your escape as you surmise she’ll need to pass some gas soon enough, given the sounds you heard from earlier. Eventually, another billowing rush of air gurgles from farther up Mistress Monrose’s bowels. Then, the pressure around you increases, reducing the breathable air to almost nothing before… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3546d951975343099da0ef823f820f6b~mv2.png"> --- FRRAAARP! The anus gapes wide, bright light and cool air surging into the rectum. This is your chance! [[Escape!]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Cavernous Colon]''// Pwaf… An airy burst of gas billows past your face as you open the ileum, the sphincter responsible for ushering in digested remains into the colon. The task isn’t too difficult, seems like your encounters with Margo are showing some results. This brief moment of good fortune comes to a swift end as the gas of Mistress Monrose’s large intestines cover you in a greasy thick layer of stinking moisture. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_df64728730a1434081e6589d1219d5ae~mv2.png"> --- You sputter and cough as you slip down into the considerably wider chamber. Staring at your newfound realm, you gaze up and above at the considerable height of the tunnel. Triangular rings, spaced out about a handful of inches or so, line the walls of the large intestine, creating a corrugated tubular shape. Each ridge pulses in tandem with the flowing deep red veins; the black ichor of the Black Cat Brew still noticeably coalescing amongst Monrose’s body. You don’t exactly know what the substance is doing to this demonic creature, but you’re still alive. Your thankful to be free of the cloying villi from earlier but a newfound problem now sets in. Each triangular ridge that lines the large intestine is quite difficult to pass over. You climb, bit by bit, the slickness of the skin making your efforts quite troublesome. Nevertheless, you opt to push forward, the thought of once more reuniting with your friends and finding a way to stop these corrupted beings a major priority in your efforts. You slip and slide amongst the slimy mire, the air around you further thickening with fetid fumes. It’s a strange mixture of smoke and bacterial rot. You try to ignore it as best as you can. Thankfully, given Mistress Monrose’s sleeping position, you don’t have any vertical stretches of intestine that you need to climb. As you crest the final corner leading into the descending colon, you notice a shrouded mass. You hope that its not what you think it is, and your suspicions are soon confirmed. Yet, you wish it was simply waste that you were staring at… Another minimized ‘student’ if you could even call it that. The gaunt, hunched, pale white creature glares at you with yellowed teeth and sunken bloodshot eyes. It seems to be massaging and cleaning the walls of Mistress Monrose’s bowels! Pshhhhh… A waft of air billows past you, then the chamber begins to shift. The creature expertly holds onto one of the ridges while you are sent tumbling further towards the exit. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Harumph…clean me good in there slaves…”]] Mumbles the snoozing Mistress. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_76b3d02f006c4f768edfbf33687f659b~mv2.png"> --- You land with a splat against a puckered valve. Staring up, you see no presence of the pale creature from earlier. You feel at the ground beneath you; it’s rubbery, slick and lined with wrinkles. Quickly, you turn around with excitement and gaze upon the inner portion of Mistress Monrose’s rectum. You let out a triumphant cheer, you’ve made it to the very end of this demon’s digestive tract…alive. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[ Stimulate the Sphincter]<c1| [Pry Apart the Sphincter]<c2| [Wait for a Gaseous Opportunity]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to massage and caress the puckered inner butthole. After everything Monrose has done to you, you grit your teeth in resentment. You don’t enjoy giving this demon any pleasure, but you’ll need to coerce her anus into opening if you want to escape. The pliant flesh bends and remains firmly shut. You’ll need to be a bit firmer it seems.]] (click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Cracking your knuckles, you grab on firmly to the center of the inner anus. With a mighty heave you pry apart the slickened brownish flesh and plunge your head in deep. Your whole body is compressed from every angle. You can’t breathe but continue to surge further forward before… SCHLORP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3546d951975343099da0ef823f820f6b~mv2.png"> --- You emerge into the outside world, your head cresting into the dim light of the Gallery. [[Escape!|Chaos]]]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Patience could assist in your escape as you surmise she’ll need to pass some gas soon enough, given the sounds you heard from earlier. Eventually, another billowing rush of air gurgles from farther up Mistress Monrose’s bowels. Then, the pressure around you increases, reducing the breathable air to almost nothing before… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3546d951975343099da0ef823f820f6b~mv2.png"> --- FRRAAARP! The anus gapes wide, bright light and cool air surging into the rectum. This is your chance! [[Escape!|Chaos]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Consumed]''//(set: $MonroseA to it + 3)(set: $MonroseA to it + 1) You’ve been caught. A tiny treat for this massive predator. The sides of her lips curl up into a smile as you carefully crawl forwards dejectedly. Resting your hand on the tip of her tongue, Monrose lets out a squeal of delight, fresh saliva bubbling up at the sides of her tongue. You must taste good. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[Mmm!]] --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Climb Out]<c1| [Attack Tongue]<c2| [Approach Throat]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You slide over towards the dominating wall of Mistress Monrose’s inner lips. She has sealed you inside her mouth so that her teeth remain parted. You press your saliva slickened body against the plush inner lips, but to no avail. A deep bassy bellow from behind you signifies your futile efforts as the Mistress chides your attempts at escape. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You stare beneath you at the ridged pink appendage that slathers against your body. The bucking tongue is wide, flat, and free of any splits or imperfections. Upon closer inspection, the tiny tastebuds rise to attention as you place parts of your body against them. Her whole massive being responds to you at a microscopic scale. You assault the tongue beneath you until you feel somewhat…lethargic. Almost as if your very strength is being sapped from your form. You brush this off as mere fatigue from your day’s efforts.]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Behind you, the veiny ridges of Mistress Monrose’s cavernous maw coalesce at one primary point. Her throat. The dark pit is guarded by two massive flexing tonsils in addition to the bumpy rear of her tongue. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_84259d5875a5410eaa61a240ea3c2a63~mv2.png"> --- The uvula is thick and wide, serving as the final marker towards the giantess’s most inner world. Her stomach. You get closer to the edge. Mistress Monrose rumbles a surprised moan. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“MMMmm?”] Seemingly curious as to your goal of approaching the entrance to her digestive system. You peer over the edge of darkness, bearing witness to a fleshy flap that opens periodically. Her esophagus remains sealed while her windpipe billows open and closed, taking greedy gulps of oxygen. Then, one sudden inhale pushes you over the edge. You fear that you’ve been swallowed until you land atop her pharynx, the flap of skin that prevents food from entering the windpipe. Both holes are closed now as Mistress Monrose holds her breath. Then, a tiny click of flesh opens just a fraction of her esophagus. The mighty hole is only about the size of your head, giving you enough to peer below. A widening tube with impressively thick sides pulses hungrily. An eerie red glow can be seen farther at the end, illuminating a tight knotted sphincter. This too dilates to reveal a bubbling wrinkled chamber, brimming with a blood red glimmer. Before you can maneuver yourself in any way, the pharynx shifts as a rush of wind blows from beneath you. Suddenly, you are jettisoned out of the Mistresses maw with a quick exhale. [[Continue|Monrose Exhale]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Defiance]''// The brown hand unfurls. You now stand upon Mistress Monrose’s grand palm. To your right, you see the other woman, a mix of various emotions plastered across their faces. Both Agatha and Margo stare at you with fear and concern while Gilly’s face is stone cold, determination and focus carved into her features. To your left, Monrose’s massive maniacal smile, red painted lips tinged with moisture, beams down upon your nubile form. Those lips part, sharp white predatory teeth reflecting what dim light exists in her gallery. The teeth open with her breathy words as she stares at the other girls. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_825d0ae04b22436ab9a871d8e980afd9~mv2.png"> --- (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Well then, it seems like our dear ‘hero’ has made their choice. They wish to disobey ME.”] Monrose’s tone has shifted. Her previously playful and boisterous disposition has shifted to mania. The lavender idol throws her head back, free hand planted against her forehead as she cackles maniacally. (text-color:#a40aeb)["BAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!"] Suddenly, her head whips forward, lips and sharp teeth mere inches away from your form as she grits her next words through her teeth. (text-color:#a40aeb)["Silly, disobedient SLAVES!"] Seething anger flushes across her face as flecks of spittle splatter against you with her speech. Her eyes immediately lock onto you. A deep frown set across her lips. Subtle wrinkles of age begin to appear across her previously ageless physique. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“YOU, slave, were to be the sweetest treat of all! Brimming with potential, so much divine flavor there could have been. Yet, you had to spoil it all and RESIST. Baha! It’s almost impressive that you were able to hold back from my temptations."] Monrose looks away and harumphs. Her hair has shifted its tone, instead taking on a lighter more greyish white. Her piercing eyes glow with a crimson hue. She shrugs. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Still, the two of you will make a decent snack. Struggle, wont you on the way down? Either way, there shall be no pleasure for you in my belly, only fiery TORMENT!”] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[MwaaaahHaaa!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d7b2a93bf78e4e719149fbef74717972~mv2.png"> --- Deceptively fast, Mistress Monrose unfurls her hot sticky tongue onto her palm, the slick appendage rushing towards the two of you with impossible speed. You grab Laura’s weary hand and pull her away, running as quickly as you can in the opposite direction. Soon you feel the humid warmth of her tongue getting closer, droplets of moisture slickening you alongside the ground beneath. You slip, Laura falling beside you. At the last moment you push her away hard, hoping she'll avoid the tongue. Turning, the mountainous pink wall of Monrose’s bumpy appendage gets even closer. This is it. No more tricks, no more escape. Soon you’ll be her food. (if: $MargoFavor is true and $AgathaFavor is true and $GillyFavor is true)[ #(text-style:"rumble")[THOOOM!] #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"rumble")[Oof!]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7396d0c9e0ad44978ff3b4fba9438424~mv2.png"> --- In a flash, Monrose’s eyes bulge outwards in surprise as there’s a sudden commotion of movement behind you. She is sent staggering backwards, her grip on you loosening as you begin to fall. Midair with Laura, the pair of you in slow motion bear witness to the sudden heroic actions of your three friends. Margo has surged forwards, tackling Mistress Monrose in the gut. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e36dab3625114f44a737203555818e4a~mv2.png"> --- She growls, arms wrapped around the thick woman’s abdomen. Then, the two of you are snatched up suddenly by a clammy white fist. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Gotcha!”] The hand unfurls, Agatha’s nervous expression and a tiny grin beaming down at you. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re not getting gobbled up by her little one, no way!"] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_361972193f8d4d5b98868a39de9d7306~mv2.png"> --- Still grappling Monrose, Margo grits through her teeth, breath labored by her efforts. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ha! Fuck, she’s stronger than she looks, she wont go down!”] Now gaining her composure from the sudden surprise attack, Monrose cackles once more with insanity. (text-color:#a40aeb)["BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You foolish slaves, the lot of you, you dare disobey your goddess’s commands and ATTACK ME?! What, for this pair of tiny shrunken snacks?! They are disposable like the rest of you all. Meadows must have been wrong in her assumptions. None of you are redeemable, nor capable of dominance.”] Unphased by Monrose’s villainous monologue, Agatha shouts out, turning her head to beckon forth your third friend. “Now Gilly, while Margo’s got her!” Suddenly, a green blur surges past Agatha. Reacting quickly, Margo releases Monrose from the grapple just as Gilly, armed with a tiny dagger rushes up to the lavender goddess. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1d61cf9f17ca40c69e900dd786ab61bd~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“You no more hurt friends!! Raaagh!”] Leaping up and forwads, the heroic gremlin girl holds the tiny knife with both hands and plunges it forward into the body of Mistress Monrose. SLICK! The dagger lodges itself into the space adjacent to Mistress Monrose’s left breast with a meaty slice. The comparably tiny Gremlin Girl holds the dagger firmly, dangling off the hilt, a mere quarter the size of the tall, dominating goddess. She stares blankly at the dagger and then confused up at the still crazed smile of Mistress Monrose. No blood seeps from the wound. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“…wha…”] Gilly can barely form her next words before Monrose’s smile turns to a thin line. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d4e9cd1dccbe45ada9838dc74a6a1346~mv2.png"> --- #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“OBEY.”] A pulse of red crackling light emanates from the Godess’s body, her eyes flaring crimson, white hair billowing behind her as she begins to levitate off the ground. The blast sends everyone flying, you and Laura specifically are sent plummeting to the plush carpet below. Off to the side, both Margo and Agatha stagger for a moment, shutting their eyes and clutching their temples in pain. The pair moan in agony before their bodys straighten with puppet like rigidity. In unison, the two raise their sunken heads, opening their closed eyes. The same eerie red glow dwells within their sockets, as a maniacal widespread smile gleans across their faces. They’ve been subjugated. Splayed across the ground from the force of Monrose’s blast, Gilly still remains herself, albeit stunned. The tiny hero shakes her head and rises to her feet once more. Still determined, she rushes back towards the floating demon at the center of the room. She calls back to you and Laura. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“RUN!”] (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Bahaha…I don’t think so.”] Monrose snaps her fingers; both of your subjugated friends turn to you in an instant. Their mouths water with hunger. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Consume the filth dotting my floors, slaves. The first of you to swallow them both will have my favor.”] Both Margo and Agatha speak together in tandem, a wavering eerie tone to their voices. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Yesss] (text-colour:#de4a4a)[Mistress…”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_79a8eae238a749bfa8d4abc56fffe7e5~mv2.png"> --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_976cb35a1ab647829c95e6c1553202fe~mv2.png"> --- You push Laura gently to the side, standing in front of her. You’ll distract the pair. Given her fatigued state, you’ll have a much better chance of dodging their attacks. She shudders in realization. (text-colour:#f1cc8f)[“Thank you. You’re something else you know that?”] With a tender smile, Laura nods and creeps into the shadows stealthily while both giantesses lock onto you, desire painted across their manic faces. [[Continue|Margo Agatha Chase]]](else:)[ [[Accept fate|Monrose Unwilling Vore Event]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Belly of the Beast]''// #GROOOM! Glorp… A shuddering groan batters your eardrums as you arise from the sweltering sea of fluid at the bottom of Mistress Monrose’s stomach. You breach the surface of sticky fluid, pulling yourself upwards against the undulating walls of her stomach, trying to find a stable spot. Slowly, you right yourself in the pulsating chamber and stare, both trembling in fascination and fear. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_328a18495649480795b87f6d16b32a56~mv2.png"> --- An eerie red pinkish glow emanates from deep veins interlaced in the stomach walls. Each pronounced line pulses with a seemingly silent beat of a heart that is not there. The same reddish pink liquid pools at the bottom of her stomach. The mire is thick and sludge-like, chunks of foreign organic material interlaced into the mix. You dare not think of what or who those chunks belonged to… You tilt your head upwards, the cardia above impossibly high and out of reach. It winks, as if taunting you. You doubt you’d even be able to pry it open even if Monrose were to lie down. You stare around for the exit and spot none. Her pyloric sphincter must be hidden away deeper beneath the mire of stomach contents. You slump wearily against the stomach walls and try to catch your breath. The smokey acidic air burns at your skin and lungs, causing your eyes to water and throat to run dry. SPLAP! A sudden forceful shove from behind sends you careening once more into the sludge before you. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“BAHAHAHA!”]] A muffled laugh booms about your chamber, your captor having just slapped her own stomach in a mix of delight and amusement. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Don’t get too comfortable there little slave! My belly can be a wonderous pleasure chamber for those who are good.”]] The acid tinges against your bare skin as you scramble to find purchase on the stomach walls once more. Monrose continues to taunt. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh no, but for you, you have been quite a naughty little slave! My sweltering depths will be your doom and my bowels your TOMB!”]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“BAHAHAHA! Digest well slave!”]] #GLP GLP GLP GLP. More muffled swallowing sounds echo above. Then. #SPLIISHHhhhh… The cardia up above widens considerably, ferrying a massive gush of sticky red wine. The force splashes against your body, knocking you from the rugae of the stomach walls again! The bubbling mess of liquid sends you deeper beneath the mire. You try and swim up and above but cannot get past the constant deluge of alcohol. Your chest begins to clench tight. Eyes stinging as you try and keep them open to see just exactly where the surface is. Then, the stomach walls to either side of you begin to compress. #GRmmmm… #HUURAAAP! Through blurry eyes tinged with a rose coloration, you see through the lake of wine that above the cardia opens to let out precious air. Her burp has further reduced the space and oxygen in the oppressive stomach. You begin to flail about as panic sets in. You open your mouth for air that is just not there. Instead, your maw fills with the chyme, a greasy film, sour and sweet while fiery hot begins to amass in your throat. This is it. You’re going to die. You’re going to become a part of something far greater. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Obey tiny slave, become one with your Mistress. This is your role, a divine sacrifice for a goddess that is all knowing and all controlling. The harder you fight, the more delectable the meal.”]] Her booming words, muffled by the folds of fat layering her belly, still resonate in your chamber. You slam your fists against the walls of her stomach, scratching, biting, clawing, anything. Once more the walls vibrate. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“BAHAHA! Yes, fight me, resist, do anything to live you piece of FOOD!” ]] #GALULP! Still, more wine rains from above. It’s impossible to breach the surface. Your periphery begins to cloud as tunnel vision sets in. You think of your friends. Agatha and her abrasive yet charming nature, Margo and her chiseled physique that belays a more tender side. And lastly, Gilly, the innocent girl who viewed you as a true friend. You hope that Laura made it away ok too. All this in hopes to graduate and make a difference in the world, only to die at the hands of a gluttonous goddess, wielding strange arcane powers that you never thought could exist. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f68dd6d0f64c41de817e443aa04ce128~mv2.png"> --- You reach out a hand above and dream of bliss, the world going dark around you… (if:$BCB is true)[ (text-colour:yellow)[The vial! ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c8bcae69a58444e38116e82f3ba3bf28~mv2.png"> --- Now is the time. With a final act of hope, you use what strength you have left and fish out the Augmented Black Cat Brew from your pockets. With bleary eyes, stinging with chemical burns, you peel off the cork, the modest black fluid coalescing in an instant amongst the chunky red fluid. SHHHH!!!!! Fizzy bubbles immediately react to the mixture, bubbling around your form. Breathe. You are encapsulated in one bubble, grateful that the air within is fresh and oxygenated. You thank your lucky stars, seems like Melissa’s concoction is helping. From within the bubble, you stare down at the pyloric sphincter below you. The bubbles operate strangely. You’d expect them to rise within the fluid depths, yet instead they begin to sink. Your own bubble alongside many others coalesces in a large frothy mound against the donut shaped sphincter. You stare in morbid fascination as the stomach begins to react to the presence of the new fluid. The once vibrant reddish grey glowing veins now dim to a more coal like black, the same coloration that the Black Cat Brew contained. Your captor responds, yet unaware of your activities still. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmm? Your struggles have ceased little slave. Is that all you had? A shame really…”]] #YAAAWN… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f1ff21abe34d4b838bacffc7f3d41a0b~mv2.png"> --- #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Hm, I don’t usually get sleepy around this time, must have had more spirits than I had thought.”]] #THRUMP THRUMP! Two swift compressions of the wall of Monrose’s stomach signify her satisfaction. You brace against the bubble, hoping, nay praying that it doesn’t pop. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“I am eager to see what enhancements you give me dear slave. You’ve been one of the strongest hero’s I’ve consumed in quite some time! Happy digesting…”]] #GLrmm… The pool of red liquid surrounding you is now darkened to a muggy purple. The Black Cat Brew is causing her to doze off. You turn and stare at the pyloric sphincter. For now, you’ll need to be patient as Mistress Monrose’s demonic body processes her meal. You hope that her digestive system operates like a regular human’s. If this bubble holds up, you may be able to make it through to the other end in one piece. The other end. Her rectum. You’re literally going to become her waste…You shudder, curling up wearily against the dim grey walls of the bubble. You sink your head back into the springy surface, more confident now that the chamber won’t pop. Your eyes begin to list as fatigue sets in. It’s been a long day. Soon, you fall into a deep slumber… [[Continue|Monrose Intestine]]](else:)[ (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Belly of the Beast]''// #GROOOM! Glorp… A shuddering groan batters your eardrums as you arise from the sweltering sea of fluid at the bottom of Mistress Monrose’s stomach. You breach the surface of sticky fluid, pulling yourself upwards against the undulating walls of her stomach, trying to find a stable spot. Slowly, you right yourself in the pulsating chamber and stare, both trembling in fascination and fear. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_328a18495649480795b87f6d16b32a56~mv2.png"> --- An eerie red pinkish glow emanates from deep veins interlaced in the stomach walls. Each pronounced line pulses with a seemingly silent beat of a heart that is not there. The same reddish pink liquid pools at the bottom of her stomach. The mire is thick and sludge-like, chunks of foreign organic material interlaced into the mix. You dare not think of what or who those chunks belonged to… You tilt your head upwards, the cardia above impossibly high and out of reach. It winks, as if taunting you. You doubt you’d even be able to pry it open even if Monrose were to lie down. You stare around for the exit and spot none. Her pyloric sphincter must be hidden away deeper beneath the mire of stomach contents. You slump wearily against the stomach walls and try to catch your breath. The smokey acidic air burns at your skin and lungs, causing your eyes to water and throat to run dry. SPLAP! A sudden forceful shove from behind sends you careening once more into the sludge before you. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“BAHAHAHA!”]] A muffled laugh booms about your chamber, your captor having just slapped her own stomach in a mix of delight and amusement. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Get comfortable there little slave! My belly is a wonderous pleasure chamber for those who are good.”]] The acid tinges against your bare skin, however, there is no pain whatsoever. Instead, a warmth fills your body and pleasure begins to course through your nethers. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oho, yes! You have been quite a good little slave! My sweltering depths will be your salvation and my bowels your rebirth!”]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“BAHAHAHA! Rest well slave!”]] #GLP GLP GLP GLP. More muffled swallowing sounds echo above. Then. #SPLIISHHhhhh… The cardia up above widens considerably, ferrying a massive gush of sticky red wine. The force splashes against your body, knocking you from the rugae of the stomach walls again! The bubbling mess of liquid sends you deeper beneath the mire. You try and swim up and above but cannot get past the constant deluge of alcohol. Your chest begins to clench tight. Eyes stinging as you try and keep them open to see just exactly where the surface is. Then, the stomach walls to either side of you begin to compress. #GRmmmm… #HUURAAAP! Through blurry eyes tinged with a rose coloration, you see through the lake of wine that above the cardia opens to let out precious air. Her burp has further reduced the space and oxygen in the oppressive stomach. You begin to flail about as panic sets in. You open your mouth for air that is just not there. Instead, your maw fills with the chyme, a greasy film, sour and sweet while fiery hot begins to amass in your throat. You gasp and…breathe? Whatever Monrose’s rune did to you out there its prevented you from suffocating. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Accept my gift, tiny slave, become one with your Mistress. This is your role, a future divine sacrifice for a goddess that is all knowing and all controlling.”]] Her booming words, muffled by the folds of fat layering her belly, still resonate in your chamber. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“BAHAHA! Yes, givein, do not resist. Rest well…” ]] #GALULP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f68dd6d0f64c41de817e443aa04ce128~mv2.png"> --- You reach out a hand above and dream of bliss, the world going dark around you… (text-colour:yellow)[The vial! ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c8bcae69a58444e38116e82f3ba3bf28~mv2.png"> --- Now is the time. With a final act of hope, you use what strength you have left and fish out the Augmented Black Cat Brew from your pockets. With bleary eyes, stinging with chemical burns, you peel off the cork, the modest black fluid coalescing in an instant amongst the chunky red fluid. SHHHH!!!!! Fizzy bubbles immediately react to the mixture, bubbling around your form. Breathe. You are encapsulated in one bubble, grateful that the air within is fresh and oxygenated. You thank your lucky stars, seems like Melissa’s concoction is helping. From within the bubble, you stare down at the pyloric sphincter below you. The bubbles operate strangely. You’d expect them to rise within the fluid depths, yet instead they begin to sink. Your own bubble alongside many others coalesces in a large frothy mound against the donut shaped sphincter. You stare in morbid fascination as the stomach begins to react to the presence of the new fluid. The once vibrant reddish grey glowing veins now dim to a more coal like black, the same coloration that the Black Cat Brew contained. Your captor responds, yet unaware of your activities still. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmm? Your struggles have ceased little slave. Is that all you had? A shame really…”]] #YAAAWN… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f1ff21abe34d4b838bacffc7f3d41a0b~mv2.png"> --- #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Hm, I don’t usually get sleepy around this time, must have had more spirits than I had thought.”]] #THRUMP THRUMP! Two swift compressions of the wall of Monrose’s stomach signify her satisfaction. You brace against the bubble, hoping, nay praying that it doesn’t pop. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“I am eager to see what enhancements you give me dear slave. You’ve been one of the strongest hero’s I’ve consumed in quite some time! Happy digesting…”]] #GLrmm… The pool of red liquid surrounding you is now darkened to a muggy purple. The Black Cat Brew is causing her to doze off. You turn and stare at the pyloric sphincter. For now, you’ll need to be patient as Mistress Monrose’s demonic body processes her meal. You hope that her digestive system operates like a regular human’s. If this bubble holds up, you may be able to make it through to the other end in one piece. The other end. Her rectum. You’re literally going to become her waste…You shudder, curling up wearily against the dim grey walls of the bubble. You sink your head back into the springy surface, more confident now that the chamber won’t pop. Your eyes begin to list as fatigue sets in. It’s been a long day. Soon, you fall into a deep slumber… [[Continue|Monrose Intestine Chaos]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Food for a Monster]''// #Schlorp! #SWISH! Your body is tipped and turned erratically in the humid environment. You’re in her mouth now, Mistress Monrose has you. Like a tiny morsel, you’ve been captured by a larger stronger being, helpless and locked away within her powerful oral cavity. Tiny slivers of light peak through her mouth as she savors your flavor. You can even see her lips curling into a smile from the inside. An eerie thought, knowing that Monrose is delighted by your very essence. Then for a moment, the mouth becomes still, allowing you to gain some bearings. Slowly, you steady yourself on two feet, hands planted onto the rough, bumpy tongue beneath for support. You look up and around at the organic cavern. Monrose’s mouth is massive. In front of you, her teeth are semi parted but the supple inner lips remain slick and closed for the time being. To your left and right, monumental white stone pillars, her molars, shift about; wouldn’t want to get caught in there. Then, you feel a damp sticky breeze flutter at your backside. Goosebumps tingle down your spine as you dare not turn around. Yet, morbid fascination gets the best of you as you swivel your head backwards, gazing at the imposing recesses of Monrose’s mouth. There, her black throat beckons you with humid smokey breaths. The arches of her tonsils click and flex with her breathing. The uvula above, deep red and heavy, bobs up and down lazily. Tendrils of spittle criss cross against the back of her esophagus, airy exhales snapping the tethers in twain. One such length of spittle flails forward onto your body, coating you in steaming hot sticky residue, smelling of sweet wine. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_23321e2d82794f3dbf10032ff204409d~mv2.png"> --- Then, the chamber comes to life, your moment of respite gone as Monrose speaks around you. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“Mmmhmm, it is hitting you now, yes? That knowing feeling that you are my sustenance?”] Each word, syllable, and accented tone sends the tongue beneath you bucking up and down. The tip of her tongue dances about the chamber, flicking forwards and backwards. There’s no chance to respond, since your body slams against her hard palate and molars alike with the semi garbled speech. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHA! Look at me, so impolite speaking with my mouth full. We can continue this conversation when you are deeper my slave…”] Deeper. This goddess means to send you to her stomach. You hold on to the slick molar at your side, panting, gazing at that sweltering throat. With little to no effort, Monrose’s tongue tip searches for you between her teeth like a stubborn piece of stuck food. Dislodging your handhold against the tooth, you are repositioned at the center of her tongue. Then, the chamber shifts as Monrose tilts her head upwards. You begin to slide down past the middle of the tongue. Bumps begin to skid against your backside as you near the edge of her throat. #SHLIP! You slam into the back wall of her esophagus with a meaty slap. For a moment, you stick to it, adhered by the sweet smokey saliva. You can’t help but stare down at the pulsating pit below. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[Glrkll…] The monstrous organic pit pulses in anticipation. Mistress Monrose’s esophagus dilates wide, her trachea all but tucked away by a muscular flap of flesh. No choking for her it seems; this woman is quite adept at swallowing large things. To further emphasize this, she widens her esophagus. The flesh peels away, like a slab of meat coming free from flesh. There it remains open, an impressive feat to open one’s esophagus so wide, despite the circumstances. Your eyes can’t help but lock onto that sweltering, pulsing hole. Slimy deep red tissue pulsates with peristaltic motions, eager to accept your form. Farther down the tube, a knot of strong muscle can be seen. It belches upon for a millisecond, revealing a glowing red chamber below. The waft of acidic smokey air has a trace of sweetness, no doubt from the copious amount of wine Monrose has been consuming all night…along with other…beings. You hear a deep rumbling vibration as Monrose chuckles. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“HmmHmm.”] Then, your body starts to peel away from the rear of her throat. You scramble against the tonsils, flailing, trying to grab ahold of anything. The tonsils and uvula slip free of your grasping hands as you slide down into the throat. You land just as the esophagus closes for a wave of peristalsis. You remain wedged at the precipice of fate. This is the moment that you enter her world with no escape. Fragments of light overhead still belay the outside world. Hope. That is until darkness slowly creeps over the chamber. You feel your feet slip deeper. Then… #GALULP! A meaty boom of collapsing muscular flesh slips you down past the epiglottis. #SLICK, SLIP, SLICK, SLIP! The esophagus hugs you tight on all sides, ushering you downwards. Each pulse of peristalsis ferrying you lower with wave like motions. Strangely, there is no heartbeat. You shudder, the knowledge of being swallowed by a CREATURE not a human. Panic begins to set in as the crushing weight of the walls causes you to hyperventilate. A sadistic relief fills your mental well being as you realize you may just perish here and now in her esophagus. That tiny respite is replaced once you hear the beckoning call of Mistress Monrose’s eager stomach. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[GLLLRRBL… ]] Your feet slam roughly into the firm knot of her cardiac sphincter. It acknowledges your presence, opening up, squeezing your lower body in a compressive hug of sticky flesh. #GLORP! #BLORCH! Unceremoniously, you’re squeezed and spat out into the massively wide caustic chamber. Tumbling down into a mire of fetid liquid. #SPLASH! [[Continue|Monrose Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Willing Slave]''// #(text-color:#a40aeb)[MwaaaahHaaa!] Deceptively fast, Mistress Monrose unfurls her hot sticky tongue onto her palm, the slimy appendage rushing towards you with impossible speed. Soon you feel the humid warmth of her tongue getting closer, droplets of moisture slickening you alongside the ground beneath. This is it. No more tricks, no more escape. Soon you’ll be her food. #Schlorp! #SWISH! Your body is tipped and turned erratically in the humid environment. You’re in her mouth now, Mistress Monrose has you. Like a tiny morsel, you’ve been captured by a larger stronger being, helpless and locked away within her powerful oral cavity. Tiny slivers of light peak through her mouth as she savors your flavor. You can even see her lips curling into a smile from the inside. An eerie thought, knowing that Monrose is delighted by your very essence. Then for a moment, the mouth becomes still, allowing you to gain some bearings. Slowly, you steady yourself on two feet, hands planted onto the rough, bumpy tongue beneath for support. You look up and around at the organic cavern. Monrose’s mouth is massive. In front of you, her teeth are semi parted but the supple inner lips remain slick and closed for the time being. To your left and right, monumental white stone pillars, her molars, shift about; wouldn’t want to get caught in there. Then, you feel a damp sticky breeze flutter at your backside. Goosebumps tingle down your spine as you dare not turn around. Yet, morbid fascination gets the best of you as you swivel your head backwards, gazing at the imposing recesses of Monrose’s mouth. There, her black throat beckons you with humid smokey breaths. The arches of her tonsils click and flex with her breathing. The uvula above, deep red and heavy, bobs up and down lazily. Tendrils of spittle criss cross against the back of her esophagus, airy exhales snapping the tethers in twain. One such length of spittle flails forward onto your body, coating you in steaming hot sticky residue, smelling of sweet wine. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_23321e2d82794f3dbf10032ff204409d~mv2.png"> --- Then, the chamber comes to life, your moment of respite gone as Monrose speaks around you. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“Mmmhmm, it is hitting you now, yes? That knowing feeling that you are my sustenance?”] Each word, syllable, and accented tone sends the tongue beneath you bucking up and down. The tip of her tongue dances about the chamber, flicking forwards and backwards. There’s no chance to respond, since your body slams against her hard palate and molars alike with the semi garbled speech. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHA! Look at me, so impolite speaking with my mouth full. We can continue this conversation when you are deeper my slave…”] Deeper. This goddess means to send you to her stomach. You hold on to the slick molar at your side, panting, gazing at that sweltering throat. With little to no effort, Monrose’s tongue tip searches for you between her teeth like a stubborn piece of stuck food. Dislodging your handhold against the tooth, you are repositioned at the center of her tongue. Then, the chamber shifts as Monrose tilts her head upwards. You begin to slide down past the middle of the tongue. Bumps begin to skid against your backside as you near the edge of her throat. #SHLIP! You slam into the back wall of her esophagus with a meaty slap. For a moment, you stick to it, adhered by the sweet smokey saliva. You can’t help but stare down at the pulsating pit below. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[Glrkll…] The monstrous organic pit pulses in anticipation. Mistress Monrose’s esophagus dilates wide, her trachea all but tucked away by a muscular flap of flesh. No choking for her it seems; this woman is quite adept at swallowing large things. To further emphasize this, she widens her esophagus. The flesh peels away, like a slab of meat coming free from flesh. There it remains open, an impressive feat to open one’s esophagus so wide, despite the circumstances. Your eyes can’t help but lock onto that sweltering, pulsing hole. Slimy deep red tissue pulsates with peristaltic motions, eager to accept your form. Farther down the tube, a knot of strong muscle can be seen. It belches upon for a millisecond, revealing a glowing red chamber below. The waft of acidic smokey air has a trace of sweetness, no doubt from the copious amount of wine Monrose has been consuming all night…along with other…beings. You hear a deep rumbling vibration as Monrose chuckles. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[“HmmHmm.”] Then, your body starts to peel away from the rear of her throat. You scramble against the tonsils, flailing, trying to grab ahold of anything. The tonsils and uvula slip free of your grasping hands as you slide down into the throat. You land just as the esophagus closes for a wave of peristalsis. You remain wedged at the precipice of fate. This is the moment that you enter her world with no escape. Fragments of light overhead still belay the outside world. Hope. That is until darkness slowly creeps over the chamber. You feel your feet slip deeper. Then… #GALULP! A meaty boom of collapsing muscular flesh slips you down past the epiglottis. #SLICK, SLIP, SLICK, SLIP! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8bfc858f171041b3a3ed46a1058c035c~mv2.png"> --- The esophagus hugs you tight on all sides, ushering you downwards. Each pulse of peristalsis ferrying you lower with wave like motions. Strangely, there is no heartbeat. You shudder, the knowledge of being swallowed by a CREATURE not a human. Panic begins to set in as the crushing weight of the walls causes you to hyperventilate. A sadistic relief fills your mental well being as you realize you may just perish here and now in her esophagus. That tiny respite is replaced once you hear the beckoning call of Mistress Monrose’s eager stomach. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[GLLLRRBL… ]] Your feet slam roughly into the firm knot of her cardiac sphincter. It acknowledges your presence, opening up, squeezing your lower body in a compressive hug of sticky flesh. #GLORP! #BLORCH! Unceremoniously, you’re squeezed and spat out into the massively wide caustic chamber. Tumbling down into a mire of fetid liquid. #SPLASH! [[Continue|Monrose Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// You smear the oily slickness of her rectal slime across your body, relishing the rich acrid scent. The heat spreads across your form, baptizing you in her essence. Soon, the heat is barely perceivable as you acclimatize to Monrose’s body. A deep reverberating moan echoes from all around you. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmm, yes slave. Accept my gift to you, I reward those who are subservient.”]] In response to her words, the colonic walls shift and press inwards into your body, compressing you in a sticky heated embrace. As the flesh pulls away, strands of her rectal slime cling to you, matting your body in a heavy coating of her lust. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_dc94ecd8218e4a879b8ed4602bd492a5~mv2.png"> --- Mistress Monrose ushers a muffled command, #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[ “Now go, slave, find that pest still clinging to life within my bowels and snuff it out.” ]] --- [[Obey|Obey1]] – Trek deeper into Monrose’s lurid depths. (text-colour:#4d300f)[[[Obey|ObeyS]]] – Trek deeper into Monrose’s filthy depths.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Boxes]''// You rummage around through the loose cardboard. In the dim light its difficult to make out much of anything. There’s also a strange smell lingering in this area. --- You can [[go back|into the divide]] (if: $Flashlight is true)[[[Use the Flashlight|Cheese]]]

(set: $Cheese to true) You rummage around through the loose cardboard. In the dim light its difficult to make out much of anything. There’s also a strange smell lingering in this area. (if: $Flashlight is true)[Using your flashlight, you shine it about in the dim light to reveal a small scrap of old (text-colour:yellow)[moldy cheese.] Yuck! You recoil at the smell, even as far as smelly cheeses go, this small little scrap is beyond salvaging. Still, you pocket a portion of the cheese, it must have been what Gilly was looking for.] You can [[go back|into the divide2]]

(set: $GreenBand to true) [[Spying in the Shower|Brazenly Enter]] - Unaware, Observer, Foot Crush, Butt Play, AV. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b4cf07902844049a58e48d5e5b93f60~mv2.png"> --- (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

Current Max Grace with bronze band 6 before entering. Max Chaos 6-7 Pool vore scene - Tie in with story in change rooms Gremlin closet vore scene Disposal antics in change room Serpentine Waltz requires dance movements from book, 2 passages, 1 torn in kitchen. Messy clutz vore in kitchen with food. Bar drinking game who hid silver bracelet amongst 3 girls. Shrunk prof hides and takes care of shrinkies without bracelets. Snake goddess comes and eats them. Basement Male prof Lady Dimestrescu like guard

<div id="inventory-container"> (if: $prybar is true)[ <div class="inventory-item weapon">Bobby Pin - Purple and black, it bends slightly.</div> ] (if: $stringA is 1)[ <div class="inventory-item utility">Frayed Lace - A small length of white string.</div> ] (if: $glasses is true)[ <div class="inventory-item utility">Glasses - A pair of well-worn glasses. There's a band of tape holding them together in the middle.</div> ] (if: $WaterBottle is true)[ <div class="inventory-item food">Mini Water Bottle - *Fiji Supreme Water.* Are those gold flecks inside?</div> ] (if: $Flashlight is true)[ <div class="inventory-item utility">Flashlight - The small black keychain flashlight is a perfect size for you.</div> ] </div>

(set: $GreenBand to true) (link: "Continue to Lab")[(set: $Chaos to it + 5)(set: $Grace to it + 5)(go-to: "Lab Exploration")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[No Funny Business]''// You begin to climb up her leg but are stopped dead in your tracks as Beth stares down back at you from above. There is a hint of annoyance in her gaze. (text-colour:blue)["What did I say Pipsqueak? No funny business alright? I'm letting you off just this once but test me again and you'll be sorry."] You heed Beth's warning, better not try that again. [[Return to the shoe|Aware Shoe2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Chrome Grate]''// You head over towards the Chrome Grate affixed to the Northern wall. Gilly bounds over from somewhere else in the Lab up towards the wooden ladder at the base. She squats here now awaiting your approach. A tiny plastic satchel is hung underneath her arm, a small net like carrier about your size rests beneath her armpit. You assume this is where she plans to ‘transport’ you. Professor Arc calls back towards you from her work bench, not bothering to turn around and see you off. “Make sure you find me a Neura Transmitter soon. We’ll need it for the Mechanoid I’m fashioning for you. Do this for me, and you’ll have gained my trust. Be sure to touch base with Larson as well.” You heed the Professor’s words, your tasks and choices set before you. “One last thing to mention. I’ve equipped Gilly with a carrying case for you, assuming you wish to travel with her in a comfortable fashion. Gilly perks up and chuckles. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hehe, don’t worry Professor, Gilly keep Morsel safe!” ] With those last words, not waiting for you to respond, Gilly picks you up in her rough palms and forces you into the net beneath her pit. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Come come, we go back to surface!”] --- [[Continue|Gilly Travel]] [[Go Back|Lab Exploration]]. There's still things you need to do here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Chrome Grate]''// You head over towards the Chrome Grate affixed to the Northern wall. Gilly bounds over from somewhere else in the Lab up towards the wooden ladder at the base. She squats here now awaiting your approach. A tiny plastic satchel is hung underneath her arm, a small net like carrier about your size rests beneath her armpit. You assume this is where she plans to ‘transport’ you. Professor Arc calls back towards you from her work bench, not bothering to turn around and see you off. “Make sure you find me a Neura Transmitter soon. We’ll need it for the Mechanoid I’m fashioning for you. Do this for me, and you’ll have gained my trust. Be sure to touch base with Larson as well.” You heed the Professor’s words, your tasks and choices set before you. “One last thing to mention. I’ve equipped Gilly with a carrying case for you, assuming you wish to travel with her in a comfortable fashion. Gilly perks up and chuckles. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hehe, don’t worry Professor, Gilly keep Morsel safe!” ] With those last words, not waiting for you to respond, Gilly picks you up in her rough palms and forces you into the net beneath her pit. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Come come, we go back to surface!” ] --- [[Continue|Gilly Travel]] [[Go Back|Lab Exploration2]]. There's still things you need to do here.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Boxes]''// (set: $Note2 to true) (if: $Flashlight is true)[You decide to turn on your flashlight and notice a small torn note that looks like a list of dance steps labeled Vol.2 of the Serpentine Waltz. It reads: (text-colour:yellow)[Step 3 - Bring your left foot next to your right foot. Step 4 – Step back with the right foot.] The remainder of the note is torn away. You pocket it for later reference. ] --- You can [[go back|into the divide]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// Your hands delicately touch the rubbery ring of Mistress Monrose’s anus. The skin is taught yet malleable, slickened with her own juices and something oilier as well. The air is tinged with her acrid scent, a spicy combination of smokey brimstone and more sulphury tones. Wasting no more time, you pull your body inwards into hers. Your torso then legs pass by the fleshy ring, and then with a mind of its own, Monrose’s fleshy sphincter closes behind you with a squelch. You no longer exist in the outer world, but instead dwell within the inner depths of Monrose’s colon. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e0e60e71dfda4ee48d544c08b358427a~mv2.png"> --- Around you, the darkness is illuminated by a barely perceivable red hued glow. The ring-like structures of her colon are immense and ribbed, pulsing with her sinister inner workings. Behind you, the flesh coalesces into a tight knot. There’s no going back now. Firey hot oils drip down from above, one droplet landing upon your shoulder. The sticky substance burns HOT singing your skin with molten heat. You wince from the pain, suddenly your consciousness crystallizes. What are you doing? Why are you inside of her colon? To rescue someone or to please your goddess? --- [[You’re here to rescue that Girl Laura!]] – You remember now, finding her will grant you a silver band piece. [[Monrose is your world]] – You are her slave.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// You trace your hands against the ridged walls, both for balance and guidance in the tumultuous tunnel. The eerie crimson hued darkness paints an alien landscape before you. Upon closer inspection of your goddess’s flesh, you notice veiny lines coalescing through her rectal walls. Normally these valves would be flushed with red, natural for most human beings. Instead, an inky black pulses rhythmically with Monrose’s overbearing heartbeat. Ominous gurgles, a cacophony of her inner workings growl further above. The sounds are almost maddening, driving you into a stupor of lust and wonder. After what feels like an indiscriminate amount of time, both eons and seconds, you round a bend in her colon. Before you, the slick semi opaque walls take on a deeper shade. Thick rectal slime coats this portion of her large intestine. You breathe deeply, an earthy sulphury scent surging into your lungs. Your eyesight fills with stars as you become lightheaded, nearly toppling if not for your steadying hand against the walls of Monrose’s rectum. This is the place where digested remains of previous meals end up. Previous…people. Other students, no doubtable like you…Thankfully for now, the place is relatively clean. Snapping you briefly back to reality, you hear a small feminine gasp. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Ha! Another person, oh my gosh, PLEASE HELP ME!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1b66e1bcdd8e451490e02c031f672d92~mv2.png"> --- There, filthy with slime and lodged deep within a wrinkle of flesh is Laura. The girl you’ve been searching for, the girl who your Mistress has commanded you to dispose of. Laura struggles against the wall of flesh binding her, whimpering as she tries to free her arms and legs from the sticky slime. Her skin is dappled a bright red, burns coating her body from the oppressive heat that you barely notice as just a warm touch. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Why are you just staring at me like that?! Say something!”] Before you can respond, your goddess ushers another command, her vibrating voice causing the colonic chamber to rumble with her deep words. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“You see slave, you must be close now to your fellow kin. Yes yes! That filth in there are other slaves who disobeyed me. Inspect it, admire it, because soon you too shall become it!”]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[BAHAHAH!]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Now. Meld that tiny fan into my very being slave.”]] Your feet plant firmly onto the sticky surface of Monrose’s rectum. Before you, the small whimpering girl, slickened with filth pleads. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“No…you wouldn’t please…”] [[Obey|Obey2]] – Push Laura into the mire of Monrose’s filth, silencing her forever. [[Resist]] – A small fraction of you Graceful deeds still glimmers bright in this hellish landscape.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// You feel a fire brimming deep within your core. Your eyes focus on your target, your periphery a blur. Whether it’s the command of your goddess or your own villainous intent does not matter. Before you is an obstacle, nothing more. Laura can see it, your crazed expression, your gleaming red eyes. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“…no…No! GET AWAY YOU MONSTER!”] She writhes and squirms, unable to free herself from Monrose’s grasp. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[BAHAHA! “DO IT SLAVE!”]] The walls compress against your back hard, ushering you forcefully towards the prone girl in front of you. With an aggressive shove, you push her beneath the mire, down deep into the sticky sludge. Any means of escape is now completely shut off for Laura. There she remains now, stuck, prone, a sick realization spreading across her face as she recognizes that this fetid chamber will become her tomb. … #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Excellent work, slave."]] The rectum squishes hard against your body, and with a forceful peristaltic push, you are ushered towards her anus. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2458dbd0b340444ab6102c828b5f8042~mv2.png"> --- #SCHLORP! You prone form slides along the ridged passage before your face compresses roughly against the knotted muscle of her inner asshole. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“HMMM…”]] With a light push, Mistress Monrose shits you out of her anus. Your head crests into the cold air of the outside world. You almost wish you could spend eternity within the confines of her hole, but given her earlier words, you know your time in the outside world is most likely short lived. #Pffff… An airy fart vibrates around your body, rich with the scent of smoke. The anus dilates and you are pushed further outwards. Creamy caramel walls dominate your view on either side, while beneath Monrose’s palm hovers ready to catch you. With a wet splat, you land upon her outstretched hand as more silent airy bursts from her ass bid you farewell. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d02c925839114fa797caab38b2f64f70~mv2.png"> --- Then, the fingers curl around you, shifting. Your stomach bottoms out as you are lifted away from Monrose’s backside. [[Continue|Monrose Choice]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// You trace your hands against the ridged walls, both for balance and guidance in the tumultuous tunnel. The eerie crimson hued darkness paints an alien landscape before you. Upon closer inspection of your goddess’s flesh, you notice veiny lines coalescing through her rectal walls. Normally these valves would be flushed red, natural for most human beings. Instead, an inky grey pulses rhythmically with Monrose’s overbearing body. Ominous gurgles, a cacophony of her inner workings growl further above. The sounds are maddening, driving you into a stupor of lust and wonder. After what feels like an indiscriminate amount of time, both eons and seconds, you round a bend in her colon. Before you, the slick semi opaque walls take on a deeper shade. Thick rectal slime coats this portion of her large intestine. You breathe deeply, an earthy sulphury scent surging into your lungs. Your eyesight fills with stars as you become lightheaded, nearly toppling if not for your steadying hand against the walls of Monrose’s rectum. This is the place where digested remains of previous meals end up. Previous…people. Other students, not unlike you…Thankfully for now, the place is relatively clean. Snapping you back to reality is a small feminine gasp. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Ha! Another person, oh my gosh, PLEASE HELP ME!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f1d7fbf54f9a4c4c860494249b98b984~mv2.png"> --- There, filthy with slime and lodged deep within a wrinkle of flesh is Laura. The girl you’ve been searching for, the girl who your Mistress has commanded you to dispose of. Laura struggles against the wall of flesh binding her, whimpering as she tries to free her arms and legs from the sticky slime. Her skin is dappled a bright red, burns coating her body from the oppressive heat that you barely notice as just a warm touch. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Why are you just staring at me like that?! Say something!”] Before you can respond, your goddess ushers another command, her vibrating voice causing the colonic chamber to rumble with her deep words. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“You see slave, you must be close now to your fellow kin. Yes yes! The slime in there are other slaves who disobeyed me. Inspect it, admire it, because soon you too shall become it!”]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[BAHAHAH!]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Now. Meld that tiny fan into my very being slave.”]] Your feet plant firmly onto the sticky surface of Monrose’s rectum. Before you, the small whimpering girl, slickened with filth pleads. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“No…you wouldn’t please…”] --- [[Obey|Obey2]] – Push Laura into the mire of Monrose’s filth, silencing her forever. [[Resist]] – A small fraction of you Graceful deeds still glimmers bright in this hellish landscape.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Mouth]''//(set: $Cheese2 to false) You can’t help but feed into Gilly’s most primal desires. Here is a girl suited for the simple act of consuming the energy of other substances. You yourself are but a tiny morsel to her. How could you deprive her of such sustenance? Sending irrationality to the wayside, you bring yourself and the chunk of cheese to the rear of Gilly’s tongue. As she readies to flex her throat and send you once more to the middle of her tongue, you instead place the gooey cheese down upon her tastebuds. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[MMMMM?!]] Suddenly, the chamber around you vibrates as a droning inquisitive moan from Gilly rings in your ears. It appears the Gremlin Girl is overtaken by the sudden rush of creamy cheesy flavor. The tongue undulates beneath you, savoring the taste of the rich snack. Slowly, her maw begins to tilt backwards, intent on sending the small piece of cheese directly towards her awaiting stomach. Do you dare accompany it? --- Take this as an opportunity to [[lunge into Gilly’s throat.]] [[Avoid the back of Gilly’s throat.]] Who knows how long you would last down there.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[The Bar - A Gift for a Friend]''//(set: $BQuest to 4) (set: $DNAQMC to 3) You time the arrival of Margo’s drink with your own back to her end of the bar. Slowly, a tiny hatch opens just in front of Margo as you flourish towards the rising spectacle. Her eyes go wide in surprise. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh cool, you ordered me a specialty drink, that’s really kind of you.”] She smiles gleefully. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“And it’s a light beer too! Perfect!”] Eagerly, the thirsty Bodyguard begins to slurp down mouthfuls of the cool drink. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm, nice stuff friend, excellent choice!” ] Relaxing now, it appears the relative edge that afflicted Margo from earlier has now fully lifted. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“If you need any favors little friend, just give me a shout, I’ll be enjoying this beauty for the time being.”] Margo salutes you as you go off on your way. --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// (set: $MQuest to it + 1) You haul up a nice full Maraschino Cherry to Mistress Monrose, a delightfully sweet snack raised high up above your head. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho, look what we have here, my little adoring fan has brought his goddess a delectably sweet treat!”] The purple goddess reaches down and plucks the stem of the cherry. --- [[Hang onto the Cherry]] - You want to release it, but something is preventing you.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// (set: $MQuest to it + 1) You present the freshly filled glass of wine to Mistress Monrose. Her eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of ever more alcohol to wet her palate. Her glass could hold two times the regular amount of a normal one, seems like this woman can REALLY stomach her drinks…among other things. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Muchos gracias my little fan!” ] With little to no hesitation, Monrose grasps the stem of the glass and hoists the massive jacuzzi sized rim up to her velvety red lips. With eyes half lidded she begins to take deep heavy swallows. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[Glup, Glup, Glup…] On and on the red wine is drained from the glass, ushered down her massive throat, neat little bulges accentuating the passage of fluid deeper into her body. From your position atop the bar, your given a perfect glance of Mistress Monrose’s protruding belly, resting just atop the edge of the bar’s ledge. Inside there, those tiny students are currently being showered with a deluge of sticky red wine. Still drinking, Monrose opens a half-lidded eye to peak down at you. She pauses her drinking for a moment, removing the glass from her eager lips. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_316130ee60f94d8fa60178c67a3c6381~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm, are you curious about my belly little one? Its ok, you do not have to be ashamed. Go ahead, you can listen if you want.” ]Without waiting for your reply, the giantess continues to slurp down her wine. --- [[Get Closer to her Stomach]] – Morbid curiosity overpowers your rationale. Are those students still alive in there? Heck, are they still ENJOYING themselves inside her belly? [[Stay Put]] – You’d rather not know what grisly fate rests past her slightly bulging dress.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// (set: $MQuest to it + 1) You hold up the clean plastic fork to Mistress Monrose, hoping that she’ll accept. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ah, good find little fan, this will do well.”] Her smile then changes to an obvious deliberate pout. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, but there’s one problem though.”] Mistress Monrose gets up from her seat and begins to turn around. Wide hips, massive, bigger than any you’ve seen before shift beneath a wall of indigo semi-transparent cloth. The motion of her turn causes the air around you to whoosh, nearly knocking you over from the force of wind alone. Then, the colossal rear of the bronze goddess is all you can see. Mistress Monrose peers over her shoulder, right index finger resting upon her lower lip in a pout. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d940eb5c6e6f432b823c9c5ab79bfb7d~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I can’t reach the spot little fan, look!”] She scoots her massive ass closer to you. The heat of her rear radiates like a blazing sun. Monrose brings her left hand to her ass crack and using her left index finger points directly to the center of her ass. “(text-colour:#a40aeb)[You need to scratch here for me! I can’t get it myself I just can’t see the spot given how huge my culo is.”] Once more, like the copious times before you did a favor for Mistress Monrose, your mind is no longer your own. Willingly, you slowly approach the divide between her ass cheeks. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Here, I will help you my little fan.”] Both her hands slap hard against her rounded cheeks, fingers and nails dig in deep into the pillowy flesh. Monrose then pulls her cheeks apart with a mighty effort, causing the thin fabric to stretch. The blazing heat of her nethers is now akin to a raging inferno. You begin to sweat. A waft of muggy sweet air fills your nose. You feel your own nethers begin to fill with desire. You can see it, just barely, her serene pussy and puffy anus just barely covered beneath her transparent purple dress. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_aacb8e10df4645dcb3aa3c9d41887907~mv2.png"> --- “Do it slave, worship my asshole. You know why? Because that’s the place where all of my fans exit after they’ve spent some time stewing inside my guts. I shit them out, their remains pass through this very hole. I’ve consumed thousands, and you will be just another treat like all the rest.” You step up closer towards her anus, readying the fork to do your devoted duty. Then, without warning, her right hand and index finger reaches down to cover her asshole. It then flicks towards you, knocking you back onto your own ass as Monrose releases her cheeks with a heavy meaty smack. #(text-style:"blink")[CPLAP! ] #(text-style:"shudder")[BAHAHAHAH!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You actually were going to do it, you were going to touch my culo hole!” BAHAHAHA!] Mistress Monrose turns back towards you, plopping down her massive rear once more upon her stool. What just happened, another surge of amnesia? You smell something sweet and musky lingering on your nose. Above, Mistress Monrose smiles down at you, eyes now half lidded with lingering desire. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You’re an interesting student you know, I’ve been observing you carefully. Come talk to me once you’ve communed with at least 3 other beautiful ladies here in the Lounge, there’s something I need to discuss with you before giving you your reward. And they’ll be required as well.”] --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Colon]''// (set: $MonroseA to it + 3) You’ve already partially entered before; it shouldn’t be hard to do it again. Margo looks worried but nods as Agatha bursts out into a full fit of laughter. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ok little friend, just be quick!”] Margo, still with her ass and butthole facing you, uses her hands to spread her cheeks wider. You pull against the rim of her anus and slip inside. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_456a702ee4874b769e244c98a17454a1~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SPLORP!] Now fully within her butthole, the spongy smooth ground meets your fall. Inside, strange ominous gurgles billow out from above, no doubt Margo’s digestive system working on her beers. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a03b73cb5bdd4dff8e057579d95824b7~mv2.png"> --- You can also feel her heartbeat, rapid in pace, pulsing against you from her colonic walls. However, you’re not in here for pleasure any longer and quickly spy the plug resting on its side. You walk up to the base, grab ahold firmly and then proceed to tap the floor of Margo’s anus hard, signifying that you’ve grabbed the plug. A rumbling shift from above causes you to tumble about briefly. Seems like Margo is shifting into a squat. Beneath you, a sliver of light crests into the tight dark chamber as Margo begins to push. You squeeze your backside through the tight hole first, while pulling the plug from in front of you. #(text-style:"sway")[SQLORSH!] With a meaty slop, both you and the plug are pushed out onto the carpeted floor with a deluge of lube and rectal slime. Above you, the brown asshole winks a solemn goodbye. Margo turns around before regarding you and the plug with a sigh of relief. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_26077343e9314940975be6de048326af~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Phew, that was a close call, you ok little friend?”] She smiles timidly before wrapping you up in her gentle calloused palms. After a quick rinse off, Margo pats you dry and places you back on the tabletop. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“A little bit of an awkward first try, but still, thank you. Anal play has always been a fear of mine, but for a small part there before well…it got stuck…things felt REALLY good.” ] Carefully, Margo leans down and gives your head a tiny kiss. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I’d be down to try again in the future.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a980c6be1d5444f7ab0c3e3537425e56~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Monrose Gallery]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Mouth]''// You holler out from inside your confines in Gilly’s sweltering maw. Through a series of taps and shouts, eventually the Gremlin Girl gets the gist of what you are trying to inform her of. Your chamber shifts about as she talks around your body. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh, ok we go Morsel!”]] Gilly’s tongue surges upwards towards her hard palate, plastering you against the surface, nearly knocking all the air from your lungs. There’s no shifting about now against her powerful muscle. Then, the rhythmic thumping of Gilly’s movements comes to a sudden stop. The clenching of her slick tongue eases up. The chamber tilts as you are gingerly spat out onto the cold ground. ##(text-style:"blink")[Ptoo!] You lie about in a puddle of warm saliva. Gilly smiles down at you warmly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“There, safe!” ] --- [[Continue|East Hall Grate]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Front Panty]''// A stifling musty heat immediately berates your senses. Lingering odors of sweat and the Creepy Girl's very own cocktail of vaginal secretions cause you to hesitate for a moment. Slowly, you slide along the girl’s undercarriage, past her stubbly taint to find yourself amongst a sparse forest of curly black pubes. Parting some of the stray hairs, you come face to face with the Creepy Girl's lower labia. The entire vagina is almost three times your height. The taught lips hide any semblance of the girl's inner vagina, and further up, you can distinguish a thin slit that ends with a tiny pink nub at the top, her clit. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_76f54a98078c446c9a4b7ae7b47dd243~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From here you can attempt to [[struggle|Struggle]] about in hopes of getting her attention. Or you can linger and [[indulge|Indulge Pussy Fetish]] in the alluring sights before you.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Creepy Girl's Rear Panty]''// Wedged tightly between the Creepy Girl's cheeks, the world about you is exceedingly damp. Sweat causes you to slide easily through the slick divide. Periodically, black swirly ass pubes attempt to block your way. You part the greasy hairs to eventually notice a change in your surroundings. The once salty musky air is now replaced with more earthy tones. The pale smooth flesh darkens to a light tan complexion with a rubberier texture. Before you, a diamond shaped slit, long as you are tall, stands directly in front of your gaze. The Creepy Girl's orifice that she uses each and every day to defecate stands before you. Her asshole. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_bd835a0b793644f78e044cdefa2f2419~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A part of you immediately wants to recoil and [[struggle|Struggle]] in absolute disgust. Whilst another area wishes to [[indulge|Indulge Ass Fetish]] in your most taboo senses.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Parting Ways]''// (set: $glasses to false) You decide to go it alone instead. You still can't be certain if you can truly trust the girl with a tiny cage hanging around her neck just yet. (text-colour:#675b70)["Okie! No worries lil fella. I'll see ya around then, be sure to check out Illusions and Spectacles later tonight, it's gonna be a lot of fun!"] Agatha sets you down gently into the grass. The giantess raises back up to her full height, demeanor now bubbly and excitable, a stark contrast from her earlier more sadistic nature... With a wave, Agatha spins about and heads towards the front door. A skip in her step, black skirt twirling about, flashing just a glimpse of the pink panties beneath. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From here you can return to the (link:"entrance")[(go-to:"Entrance 2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Professors Insole]''// Your body is pressed firmly into the insole, the toes having applied enough pressure to trap you securely within the confines of the shoe. Your form is squished between the softness of the insole and the hardness of the shoe, making it difficult for you to move or even breathe. As the day wears on, the Professor goes about her daily activities, seemingly forgetting about your presence. You try to call out for help, but your voice is muffled by the fabric of the shoe. You feel like you're being swallowed whole, the darkness of the shoe closing in around you. When evening arrives, the Professor removes her shoe, and you're finally able to breathe fresh air. It's a relief, but you're also aware that the temperature is dropping, and you start to shiver. Without the warmth of the foot, you feel vulnerable and exposed. That night, the cold is unbearable. Despite your best efforts to conserve heat, your body begins to convulse with chills. You're unable to move, stuck in the insole as you are, and can only hope that morning comes soon. And then, it does. The Professor slips her foot back into the shoe, and the warmth envelops you once more. It's a welcome sensation, and you feel yourself relaxing into the comfort of the foot. Even though you're trapped, the warmth is a luxury you hadn't realized you needed until now. As the day progresses, the shoe becomes warm and humid again, and you begin to drink the sweat that drips from the Professor's foot. It's a meager existence, but it's better than nothing. You feel the moisture seeping through the material, making it stickier and more uncomfortable. The smell of sweat and leather fills your nostrils, a constant reminder of your predicament. The Professor doesn't notice your absence, assuming that you've just moved around during the night. And so, you remain trapped in the shoe, slowly becoming a permanent insole, forgotten by the Professor and left to fade away beneath her feet. Days turn into weeks, and your body begins to adapt to its new surroundings, your muscles atrophying from lack of use. Your skin grows dry and cracked, and your once-vibrant colors begin to fade. Despite your dire situation, you find yourself growing accustomed to the rhythm of the Professor's footsteps. You learn to anticipate the pressure of each toe, the way the shoe shifts as the Professor walks. It's a strange sort of comfort, knowing what to expect, even if it's only the monotony of being trampled upon day after day.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Pinhole]''// (set: $glasses to true) Edging towards the small pinhole, you notice the party's events within. Various patrons chat and frolic about. The pinhole is unfortunately too small for you to enter. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if: $glassesTaken is true) [You look amongst the shrubbery and find nothing but dirt and leaves.] (else:)[Off to the corner, a small reflective surface catches your attention. You busy about amongst the darkness and notice a pair of (text-colour:yellow)[thick rimmed black glasses.] Maybe this is what the Creepy Girl was looking for? You heft the folded pair of glasses onto your back. (set: $glassesTaken to true)] [[Return to Bushes|Bushes]]

Edging towards the small pinhole, you notice the parties events within. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Return to the [[Entrance 2]]

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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Desire]''// You politely decline, trying to convince Agatha that you’re more focused on the task at hand as opposed to your disinterest in approaching her slimy digits that were seconds ago lodged in her vagina. She rolls her lavender eyes at you, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Peh, have it your way, I guess. Lame…”] The giantess pulls away her digits before inserting them into her own mouth. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SHLURP! Smack! ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d08e35a1a66549bbabaffcb927c889a5~mv2.png"> --- With a greedy sucking slurp, Agatha closes her eyes in delight before thoroughly cleaning off her fingers of her own juices. #(text-colour:#675b70)[Mmmm…] She wipes her wet fingers on her black dress messily before her eyes lock upon you once more. --- [[Ask Agatha to show you her behind]] – You already had some fun earlier, how about seconds? [[Approach Agatha’s Midsection]] – Her belly, covered by a layer of thin black cloth, rests against the edge of the table. (link:"Return to the Center")[(go-to:"Monrose Gallery")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[A Polite Decline]''// (set: $Grace to it + 1) You politely decline the offer, you have too much to do inside the Gala tonight to be wasting anymore time. Beth looks a little bit saddened but smiles once more trying to regain her cool composure. (text-colour:blue)["Oh, ok ya no prob Pipsqueak. All good."] She gives you a warm smile. Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor. (text-colour:blue)["I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise."] Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala. [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Pool Entrance]''// You walk along the dark stone flooring towards the door at the end of the shower stalls. The wooden door marked 'pool' is made of a light bamboo. Underneath the door, a thick metal tread prevents any form of draft or in your case, minimized students to get past. You stare upwards towards the key scanner high above. Interstingly, the black stone flooring molds symlessly with the walls of the corridor, creating a rough stone like surface along the exterior of the shower stalls. It's as if this portion of the change rooms was carved out of a massive block of stone, forming a cave like structure. Thus, you could potentially climb the wall up towards the key scanner, although doing so without any kind of climbing gear would prove a near fatal endeavor. --- Despite this, you can try [[climbing without gear]] (text-colour:purple)[(70%)] Or you can [[go back|Shower Stalls2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Breasts]''//(set: $DNAQMC to 2) You begin to struggle with the clasp. The damp slippery environment combined with the immense amount of potential energy stored within the plastic makes unlatching the clasp a near impossible feat. Yet, you’ve displayed your strength to Margo before and have grown fond of impressing her with your ‘Ant’ like strength. You let out a mighty roar, gripping the wet plastic with both hands, and heave! The clasp refuses to come undone, but your feat of might does not go unnoticed. The plastic itself begins to yield, bending out of shape entirely. And then- #(text-style:"rumble")[CRACK!] The plastic clasp shatters in two, the straps fling off to your left and right, and the massive breasts in front of you come undone, launching you straight out of her cleavage. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Eeep! Ah!”] Margo yelps in surprise as you are launched out of her boobs like a bullet. You end up careening erratically towards the opposite end of the bar, where a far drop below awaits you. Then, a clammy calloused hand snatches you out of the air. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Gotcha!”] Slowly, the gentle palm brings you to the ground. Shacking off the dizziness, the first thing you see is Margo’s face of relief. Below, her cleavage is no longer squeezed together but instead spread out naturally. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Phew, thought I almost lost ya there for a second, impressive work undoing that tight clasp, I know you’re pretty tough after all.” ]She begins to adjust her now much more spacious cleavage, looking a bit more comfortable. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ahh, feels much better, the girlies are free at last! Whoo!”] Margo claps excitedly, her jostling breasts flailing about without the restraint of the bra clasp. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hehe, thanks friend, that helped a ton!”] Margo smiles down at you warmly and tentatively pats your head. --- (link:"Head to the Central Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]– With Margo assisted and having gained some of her DNA, you can now make her a custom drink.

(set: $FreshLobby to true)(set: $FreshLobby2 to true)(set: $GreenBand to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Changeroom Sink]''// Lavendar…a purple flower. The scent is delicate...calming. Smooth linens, the feeling is fresh and soft. Warmth, the air is damp but not overtly humid. Slowly you open your eyes. The cascading sounds of water streaming about off in the distance. A subtle fogginess fills your room, no doubt from the steam perpetuating your environment. This is bodily interior, no you are in a locker room of sorts upon a countertop. Beneath you, a small cloth is laid out and off to the side a sprig of lavender rests along with a note. Standing up wearily, you inspect yourself and realize you are still clothed and clean. You figure your in Meadows Mansion, but where exactly is unknown. You’ll need to get your bearings and make your way to a central location. Your role in this weekend's gala is still unknown. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3ac9619339854473acc46b4140937ce0~mv2.png"> --- From here you notice a towel draped over the counter, you could [[climb down|Woman's Changeroom]] it to make your way to the tiled floor. Off to the side is the [[note]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// Agatha’s smile broadens into a wolfish grin. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Hah! Maybe you’re right! It’s true that I’ve got more of a Victorian style of bod.”] #(text-style:'buoy')[THOOM] Without warning, the gothic giantess heaves her pudgy belly onto the tabletop in front of you. (text-style:"sway")[Glmmm…] (text-colour:#675b70)[“I’ve only had liquor this whole evening you know. That means my belly is pretty empty right now. If you think I’m such a goddess, why don’t you offer yourself up as a sacrifice and become a part of ME?”] --- [[Worship her Belly]] – Try and distract her hunger with a massage. [[Agree with Agatha|Agatha Pre Vore 2]] – Admit that tinies like you are nothing more than food. [[Convince Agatha of your Worth]] – If she swallows you down there’s no way you can still pleasure her! --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Captured by Monrose]''// The slope of Mistress Monrose’s thigh is fairly steep. That combined with her smooth hairless skin makes the climb considerably difficult. Then, after a brief stumble, you and the girl begin to slip halfway up the thigh, careening off the edge of her leg! Once more sailing through the air, you hope that the fall isn’t too great to shatter bone, but instead of the hard surface of the ground below, a warm supple palm grasps onto you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I swear I felt some little fans climbing about on me, come here!”] --- [[Continue|Captured by Monrose Alone]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Captured by Monrose]''// Suddenly, the dim light of the Lounge replaces the dim darkness beneath Mistress Monrose’s ass as she begins to lift her butt slightly. A tan hand reaches down to grasp your nubile form, encasing you in her warm palm. --- [[Continue|Captured by Monrose Alone]]

Which path would you like to follow? --- (text-colour:cyan)[[[Path of Grace|Grace Lounge]]] - You were kind to both Agatha and Margo, assisting them where necessary. You’ve become friends with both. (text-colour:orange)[[[Path of Chaos|Chaos Lounge]]] - Your actions were independent. You walked your own path while enjoying whatever experiences befell you. These choices, however, are not without consequences. Best to rely on stealth and avoid the gaze of those you have potentially wronged.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[The Booths - A Gift for a Drinking Buddy]''//(set: $AQuest to 4) You time the arrival of Agatha’s drink with your own, back to her side of the Lounge near the booths. Slowly, a tiny hatch opens just in front of Agatha as you flourish towards the rising spectacle. Her crooked smile changes to that of shock, her jaw dropping in astonishment at the Lounge’s technical features. (text-colour:#675b70)[“No freaking WAY! I did NOT know the Lounge’s booths could do that!”] She squeels when she sees the drink in all its glory, dry ice forming a smokey and cool look to the curvy pink cocktail, adorned with gummy worms. (text-colour:#675b70)[“And it’s a sweet cocktail too! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9c7666c7cbab4855b66424740685b048~mv2.png"> --- Eagerly, the drunken girl begins to gulp down a good portion of the fancy drink. (text-colour:#675b70)[“OHHHH MAN, this is the BEST!” ] Agatha begins to slurp up the gummy worms, swallowing them whole without chewing. With her mouth still full, she speaks. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mmm, if ya wanna hang in the private lounges later, hit me up. Make sure it’s cool with Monrose and I’m down for some fun stuff, you little hottie you!”] Agatha winks, gummy worms still hanging off her lips. --- (link:"Return to the Booths Central")[(go-to:"Booths")]

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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lounge - Mistress Monrose]''// There’s a certain kind of calm that you’ve come to enjoy each time you are collected in a giantess’s palm. The warmth of the environment, the dim light seeping through the fingers, and the sense of security knowing that a being far greater than you has you completely encapsulated within their warmth. However, Mistress Monrose’s grasp is different, almost otherworldly. Her palms are icy to the touch sending a shiver down your spine. You try and stand away from the fleshy arches of her fingers, wrapping your arms around yourself to stay warm. The slits between her fingers are almost entirely vacant. The chamber is more like a solid barrier, preventing any and all light from seeping in. And lastly, despite your eagerness to see what lies in this Mistress’s most private chambers, your gut twinges at the thought of the potential dangers. This may be your most risky endeavor yet. Thankfully the trip in this dark environment comes to a swift end as Mistress Monrose’s palm unfurls. You’re held at around chest height, facing towards an ornate lavender hued door, trimmed along its perimeter with accents of silver. The metal gleans in the dim light, a sign written in cursive adjacent reading “Monrose’s Gallery.” The smiling wide face of your captor beams down at you, reflective white teeth sparkle almost as bright as the silver trim on the door. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“So, my little fan, it is a great honor I am bestowing upon you for your efforts thus far, understand this, yes?”] She points towards the door. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Only my most loyal fans are given the privilege of entering my private gallery. Oh, and do not worry, your "friends" are already awaiting your arrival inside. They were eager to accompany me for this opportunity, no doubt wanting to get a piece of you!” ] (text-colour:orange)[You worry how the others may react to you given your antics in the bar from earlier. You hope that they’ve gotten even more drunk since then. It’ll make it easier to manipulate-] Your thoughts are interrupted as Monrose chuckles briefly, causing her palm to shake erratically. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha, but let’s be honest, yes? These beautiful women wish to indulge in your FLAVOR, my tiny fan.”] Monrose winks down at you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho, no no, I mean to say, DISCOVER your more promiscuous side. I cannot confirm if they shall be gentle with you though...” ] You wonder for a moment if Mistress Monrose merely chose the wrong words due to a language barrier, or if the other giantesses truly want to experience your ‘taste’. Suffice to say, some of them already have…(text-colour:orange)[You’ll need to think carefully here. No doubt each of these girls have a bone to pick with you from earlier, maybe not Gilly though. Either way, you’ll need to tread carefully lest you end up on a one-way trip into their bodies with no escape. ] Best be cautious. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Let us not delay any longer!” ] Mistress Monrose valiantly swings her ornate purple door open to reveal the private gallery. [[Private Room Intro Chaos]]

(set: $CoffeeE to 1) (set: $MonroseA to 0)(set: $CouchE to 1)(set: $CabinetE to 1)(set: $Bead to 0)(set: $TESTER to 0)(set: $MonroseIntro to 1)(set: $MelissaE to 1)(set: $Wet to 1) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery]''//(set: $health2 to 10)(set: $guile to 3)(set: $AgathaHungry to 1)(set: $BCBC to 1)(set: $MargoTime to 1) The room is quaint, surprisingly enough. You expected a space full of gallantry, given the Mistress’s status. Instead, you bear witness to a room filled with plush dark toned cushions, flowing cascades of transparent silk shades, and crystalline beads hanging from the ceiling. It almost reminds you of a fortune teller’s studio or a witchy craft shop from the 50’s. Certainly a stark contrast to the modernized aesthetic of the Lounge. The hazy fragrance of sandalwood and lotus flowers fills your nostrils. A foggy cloud of smoke hangs idly in the air, emanating from a series of lit incense sticks. The allure of the scent is tantalizing. Blood rushes to your head from the fragrant aromas causing your cheeks to flush and your eyes to water. It’s almost too much. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2eedc2b6cbf3489d8b4d2017bb865db3~mv2.png"> --- You wipe a clammy hand against your temples trying to refocus. Reopening your eyes, your attention is immediately fixated on the simple circular wooden table centered within the room. The table stands about 4ft off the ground, is painted entirely black, and looks well-worn with the top scuffed from generous use. It also has a variety of items placed on it, but your attention is drawn to a carving in the center. It’s a symbol of a star, but from your angle it’s upside down. The sight of that star is earie, setting you on edge until you notice the sadistic faces of the woman from the bar. You are unceremoniously dropped onto he hard tabletop. Immediately Gilly notices you, her flat large ears perk up in an instant as her gleaming orange eyes lock onto yours. Her fanged smile broadens, (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hey Morsel! Singy lady said you come here, and I can come too! She said there are snacks!”] Gilly points to a small string laid out on the table. It’s a candy string, the kind with loops of hard chalky confectionary. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“And, and I can…” ]Suddenly, Gilly looks to Mistress Monrose for a moment. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh…Gilly can’t say until you play the game!” ] Suddenly, a sloppy drunken voice slobbers her next words with reckless abandon. (text-colour:#675b70)[“GILLY! Listen here you lil twerp. That thing is not your MORSEL friend from earlier, truuuust me.”] Quizzically, Gilly looks to the drunken Agatha with confusion. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Its…a…*urp*…scuse me. It’s a SNACKO Gilly! Yum Yum!”] Agatha’s disposition is that of sadistic drunken glee. Knowing that she can convince the innocent Gilly that you are no more than just a meal to be consumed. The gothic girl is missing her glasses, wide drooped eyes turning to you with knowing sadism. A smug grin followed by a cutthroat motion with her thumb signifies that you are in a dangerous spot here. Agatha mouths wordlessly, eyes locked onto you, (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re dead!”] Off to the side, a red-faced Margo slams her palms onto the tabletop. The wood vibrates beneath your feet as you struggle to maintain your footing. Agatha looks at the drunken bodyguard with annoyance. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“HEY! ITS YOU!”] Clearly MUCH more inebriated than Agatha, Margo blearily sputters her next words. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You lil FUCKER! You got me TOO drunk! You come near me and…*hiccup*…and your goin in my ass! A lil shit like you deserves it!”] Agatha scoffs, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Pah, na they’re going in my snatch, not your sweaty ass!”´] Before Agatha can continue her argument, Gilly pushes past the pair and leans across the table, face mere inches from your form. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, this one look like Morsel, but if it just a Snacko then Gilly wants it!”] CLACK CLACK! The snapping fanged jaw of the Gremlin girl gnashes dangerously close, muggy stale air alongside droplets of sticky spittle cascade around you. You step back in trepidation, only to bump into a solid surface behind. Mistress Monrose's palm keeps you in place as her smiles widens above, letting loose her characteristic bellowing laugh. #(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“My my, what a ravenous bunch you three are. Yes, this will be very much a fun time!”] Now at the middle of the table you spin about, the peering eyes of all four giantesses staring down at you. In the briefest of moments as you leave her palms, there is a flicker along the edges of the carved star, a shimmering blood red glow. The Mistress’s eyes lock onto you in a predatory stare, glowing with that same crimson shine, her hair brightening. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_52d0a8afd9e74e06a11d1cca738ccc19~mv2.png"> --- You blink and both glows are gone. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Now listen here you tiny bug. You’ve been quite promiscuous in your actions thus far. Devilishly so, may I add. Honestly, I respect it, YES! However, I cannot nor will not have you spoil the events of this evening with your antics. So, simply put, it would be quite easy to just…dispose of you here and now.”] #(text-style:"rumble")[GLRRMBL.] An ominous organic rumble emanates from the mistress’s tummy far below. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“But Meadows would be disappointed with me. You see, you have a devilish quality about you bug. I’m curious to see if I can harness it. Only a kind as sinister as you could attune to the rune at the center of this table. So, a proposition is at hand. Each of these women wish to dispose of you in their own particular way. If you can outlast each of these three and survive in the process whilst also pleasuring them to orgasm, then you will certainly have earned the right to become what you truly deserve to be.”] She leans down close now, her large coffee colored face, chiseled through maturity and regal beauty, mere inches away from your miniscule body. She punctuates her next words slowly. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You will be…](text-colour:red)[MY SLAVE.”] Mistress Monrose straightens back to her full height with ease. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I have high hopes for you bug. Try as many times as you see fit to survive this onslaught.”] Monrose points to the pentagram you find yourself upon. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“That blood rune beneath you shall ensure that sinister beings like yourself receive as many chances to prove your worth as possible. Even beyond death itself…”] You shudder. Death. You certainly don’t want to experience a painful end at the behest of these giantesses. You straighten your body confidently, stepping out of the rune. A cold chill fills your bones as if your soul lingers behind. Not that you need it really. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4507f695c9fd4b2bbcdabafe8cac4464~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Now, vaminos! See if you can outlast our lust, tiny bug!”] [[Continue|Monrose Gallery2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lounge - Mistress Monrose]''// There’s a certain kind of calm that you’ve come to enjoy each time you are collected in a giantess’s palm. The warmth of the environment, the dim light seeping through the fingers, and the sense of security knowing that a being far greater than you has you completely encapsulated within their warmth. However, Mistress Monrose’s grasp is different, almost otherworldly. Her palms are icy to the touch sending a shiver down your spine. You try and stand away from the fleshy arches of her fingers, wrapping your arms around yourself to stay warm. The slits between her fingers are almost entirely vacant. The chamber is more like a solid barrier, preventing any and all light from seeping in. And lastly, despite your eagerness to see what lies in this Mistress’s most private chambers, your gut twinges at the thought of the potential dangers. This may be your most risky endeavor yet. Thankfully the trip in this dark environment comes to a swift end as Mistress Monrose’s palm unfurls. You’re held at around chest height, facing towards an ornate lavender hued door, trimmed along its perimeter with accents of silver. The metal gleans in the dim light, a sign written in cursive adjacent reading “Monrose’s Gallery.” The smiling wide face of your captor beams down at you, reflective white teeth sparkle almost as bright as the silver trim on the door. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“So, my little fan, it is a great honor I am bestowing upon you for your efforts thus far, understand this, yes?”] She points towards the door. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Only my most loyal fans are given the privilege of entering my private gallery. Oh, and do not worry, your friends are already awaiting your arrival inside. They were eager to accompany me for this opportunity, no doubt due to your outstanding reputation!” ] You have been assisting your friends with favors thus far, it feels good to know that your efforts are being noticed. Having more allies will surely go a long way in- Your thoughts are interrupted as Monrose chuckles briefly, causing her palm to shake erratically. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Baha, but let’s be honest, yes? These beautiful women wish to indulge in your FLAVOR, my tiny fan.”] Monrose winks down at you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho, no no, I mean to say, DISCOVER your more promiscuous side.” ] You wonder for a moment if Mistress Monrose merely chose the wrong words due to a language barrier, or if the other giantesses truly want to experience your ‘taste’. Suffice to say, some of them already have…Either way, maybe you could deal with two birds with one stone? Get on the good side of the girls while perhaps having some fun yourself? Still, at your scale and experience at other parties, things can get out of hand FAST. Best be cautious. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Let us not delay any longer!” ] Mistress Monrose valiantly swings her ornate purple door open to reveal the private gallery. [[Continue|Private Room Intro2]]

(set: $CoffeeE to 1) (set: $MonroseA to 0)(set: $CouchE to 1)(set: $CabinetE to 1)(set: $Bead to 0)(set: $TESTER to 0)(set: $MonroseIntro to 1)(set: $MelissaE to 1) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery]''// The room is quaint, surprisingly enough. You expected a space full of gallantry, given the Mistress’s status. Instead, you bear witness to a room filled with plush dark toned cushions, flowing cascades of transparent silk shades, and crystalline beads hanging from the ceiling. It almost reminds you of a fortune teller’s studio or a witchy craft shop from the 50’s. Certainly a stark contrast to the modernized aesthetic of the Lounge. The hazy fragrance of sandalwood and lotus flowers fills your nostrils. A foggy cloud of smoke hangs idly in the air, emanating from a series of lit incense sticks. The allure of the scent is tantalizing. Blood rushes to your head from the fragrant aromas causing your cheeks to flush and your eyes to water. It’s almost too much. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2eedc2b6cbf3489d8b4d2017bb865db3~mv2.png"> --- You wipe a clammy hand against your temples trying to refocus. Reopening your eyes, your attention is immediately fixated on the simple circular wooden table centered within the room. The table stands about 4ft off the ground, is painted entirely black, and looks well-worn with the top scuffed from generous use. It also has a variety of items placed on it, but your attention is drawn to a carving in the center. It’s a symbol of a star, but from your angle it’s upside down. The sight of that star is earie, setting you on edge until you notice the familiar faces of your friends. Immediately Gilly notices you, her flat large ears perk up in an instant as her gleaming orange eyes lock onto yours. Her fanged smile broadens, (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hey Morsel! Singy lady said you come here, and I can come too! She said there are snacks!”] Gilly points to a small string laid out on the table. It’s a candy string, the kind with loops of hard chalky confectionary. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“And, and I can…” ]Suddenly, Gilly looks to Mistress Monrose for a moment. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh…Gilly can’t say until you play the game!” ] Suddenly, a slightly inebriated Agatha, sitting next to Gilly, slaps the tiny Gremlin Girls shoulder and leans in close with an intimidating grin. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Gilllly! Monrose said no hints for our tiny friend, remember?!”] Agatha turns and stares at you with a wicked grin. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Besides, you won’t need much of a hint with this bad boy!”] Agatha points to the second item on the table, a see-through plastic cylinder with a knobby base and tiny pin prick holes throughout. You squint trying to discern the object before Agatha blurts out the obvious. (text-colour:#675b70)[“It’s a dildo! But not just any dildo.”] She grasps the plastic phallic device, turning it upside down to point the knobby end at you. She then twists the base and pulls away the nob to reveal a hollow interior. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Perfect size to fit something REAAAAALY small.”] The gothic girl lets out a creepy smile, the implications of the toy filling you with a mix of wonder. You’ve never seen a device quite like that before, one that was most likely manufactured custom for Minimized students. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Stop, you’re going to scare them, Agatha.”] Interrupts Margo, grabbing the dildo and placing it back onto the table. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Besides, you’re also spoiling the fun.”] Agatha furrows her brows in annoyance as she stares back at Margo. With cheeks flushed red from her drunkenness, Agatha spits out her next words clumsily. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Hah! You’re one to talk MISS bodyguard!”] Quietly, Margo says under her breath. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“not on duty right now…”] Not hearing her, Agatha continues. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You brought a freakin butt plug!”] Agatha points at the final item on the table. It hardly qualifies as a sex toy, given its relative scale. Indeed, a small ‘practice’ plug sits quietly on the table, a third of the size of the near 9-inch dildo. The plug is made entirely of black silicone with a small handle at one end. Perfect for those new to anal play. Margo, eyes now wide staring into the distance and ears bright red with embarrassment stumbles over her next words. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I…I…I want to learn ok!?”] The shy bodyguard then covers her face entirely, shifting away in her stool so that her back is now facing you. Agatha rolls her eyes and gently pats Margo’s back. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Ok ok, easy there big girl, let’s just let our lil Minimized pal decide what they want to do, alright?” ] Gilly, still staring at the candy string, unphased by this entire exchange, speaks at Monrose. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“When can Gilly eat the candy, singy lady!?”] Mistress Monrose smiles wide, letting loose her characteristic bellowing laugh. #(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHAHAHA!]] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“My my, what a rambunctious bunch you three are. Yes, this will be very much a fun time!”] Monrose strides over to the table and places you down onto its center, directly on the carved star rune. In the briefest of moments as you leave her palms, there is a flicker along the edges of the carved star, a shimmering blood red glow. The Mistress’s eyes lock onto you in a predatory stare, glowing with that same crimson shine, her hair brightening. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_52d0a8afd9e74e06a11d1cca738ccc19~mv2.png"> --- You blink and both glows are gone. Now at the middle of the table you spin about, the peering eyes of all four giantesses staring down at you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Aha, the center of attention, my little fan! All three of these lovely ladies willingly agreed to join in on the fun this evening BEFORE the drinking events in my lounge. Quite the reputation you have gained as the little Minimized helper that has befriended so many so far.”] Monrose shifts in the tiny stool, her ass encompassing the entirety of her seat. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“But can you keep this reputation?”] The other three girls are focused now. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You see, I shall grant you one half of the coveted Silver Band needed to gain entrance to the 2nd floor of Meadows Manor. But I will only give it to you if you can find me your little blonde minimized friend from earlier!”] (text-colour:yellow)[Laura?!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“You see tiny fan, yes she is in here in my private chambers!” ]Monrose spreads her hands wide, motioning to her gallery. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Bring her to the center of the table and the band is yours.”] Monrose then crosses her arms and smiles down at you. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Feel free to ask your friends or myself questions or favors. Only I know where your little girlfriend is, but I am sure these other ladies could lend a hand one way or another.”] Then, the mistress grins wide. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4507f695c9fd4b2bbcdabafe8cac4464~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“One hint though, yes for you? This is a place to enjoy our bodies!”] Monrose points at the toys on the table. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“The more fun we have, the easier it will be to find the tiny girl! She may even be hiding ON or IN one of us!" “Now, vaminos! Let Mistress Monrose’s Gallery Game begin!”] [[Continue|Monrose Gallery]]

You approach the Private Rooms, stationed at the North end of The Lounge. Currently, most students and faculty are busy situating themselves in the environment. Patrons are mostly congregating at the bar. Best to check it out first since this area is mostly empty at the moment. --- [[Go Back|Enter the Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #3: Boots]''// You hoist yourself onto and over the heavy lip of the military boot. The toe is definitely reinforced with steel. Whoever wears these boots, lugging the weight of them around all day, could seriously kick some ass. Crawling up the lip of the shoe, you peer over the edge of the opening at the top. Within, a warm scent washes over you. It appears your suspicions are confirmed. The heavy damp scent of sour foot odor fills your nostrils. Your eyes begin to water slightly from the intense smell. You begin to cough. You'd need to be quite brave to delve into those depths. Given the length of the boot, it would also be a one-way trip until someone found you in there. --- (if: $Chaos is >=4)[ [[Enter Boots]]](else:)[You think twice before diving down into the depths of this woman's boots. The prospect now is just too wild to imagine, even for you. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +4 Chaos])] You can [[go back|Cubbies3]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''// (if: $ToiletScene is false)[You scale the handle of the plunger with relative ease. From this position you leap over towards the toilet lid. Clamoring onto the porcelain throne, you stare in awe at the sheer variance in scale that you find yourself at compared to a regular sized person. You surmise that some woman's ass could fully encompass the entire vast porcelain plain before you, while you merely are a tiny speck upon its surface. Staring down into the recently used bowl, you notice a series of dark fetid marks lining the bottom of the bowl. A heavy earthy aroma still lingers. [[Head down|Toilets1]] - Not much else to gain here.] (else:)[You scale the handle of the plunger with relative ease. From this position you leap over towards the toilet lid. Clamoring onto the porcelain throne, you stare in awe at the sheer variance in scale that you find yourself at compared to a regular sized person. You surmise that some woman's ass could fully encompass the entire vast porcelain plain before you, while you merely are a tiny speck upon its surface. Unfortunately, you’re given little time to think over the disparity in your scale when you are interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. You’ll need to act quickly. --- [[Jump Down]] – You can survive a drop from this height, and you’d rather not get caught in such a suspect location. [[Hide behind the toilet lid]] – You took the effort to get up here, you’re not leaving just yet. Best to stay hidden though. [[Remain still]] – Stand your ground. You can talk your way out of this easily. ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Stall #1: Cubbies]''// You begin rummaging through the messy pile of belongings scattered before the entrance of the three cubbies. The mass of clothes, makeup and bags blend together, as if someone opened all three cubbies at once and mixed everything together in one massive pile. Despite the mess, you are determined to find something of use. Amongst the clutter, there is a small black book, about the size of a credit card, marked with a chibi skull on the front. You also notice a striking pair of panties tossed somewhat off to the side of the pile, as if they've been worn recently and then discarded. The garment is pink with tiny skulls adorning the exterior. Seems familiar... --- (link-replace: "Continue rummaging")[After perusing the mass for sometime, other than finding mostly junk, you locate a small roll of (text-colour:yellow)[black lipstick]. Could prove somewhat useful. (set: $Lipstick to true)] (text-colour:green)[[Inspect the Black Book]] [[Inspect the Panties]] You can also [[go back|Cubbies1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Questions for the Professor]''// The stoic professor stands above you, a stern expression painted across her face, staring down upon you. Her fingers drum idly across her folded arms, awaiting a response. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b05d54d857274e0bbcf3fd93e93b02bf~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:green)[(if: $question1 is true)[[Ask the Professor who she is.]] (if: $question2 is true)[[Ask the Professor about this Lab.]] (if: $question3 is true)[[Ask the Professor what a Mechanoid is.]] (if: $question4 is true)[[Ask the Professor about the Gala.]] (if: $question5 is true)[[Ask the Professor about Gilly.]] (if: $question6 is true)[[Ask the Professor why she was looking for someone like you.]]] (text-colour:yellow)[(if: $question7 is true)[[Ask the Professor if you can do her any favors.]] ] (if: $question8 is true)[[Explore the Lab]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - A Willing Slave]''// It’s all come down to this very moment. Whether through your own desire to infuse yourself in this goddess’s essence or if there’s something more sinister at play, you do not know nor care. With a weighty thud, you drop to your knees before Mistress Monrose’s pulsating sphincter, lowering your head in a subjugated bow. From far above, the lavender hued giantess turns her head, peering back at you over her wide backside. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“MmmHmm…Ah yes, you’ve decided to stop resisting, yes my tiny fan?”] A pondering finger rests lightly upon her chin. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Oh no no, you are no longer a fan now, but my slave, YES!” ] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[BAHAHA!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_40c3180a2efd44cfb8aa5a9e02d13ef9~mv2.png"> --- Monrose’s quintessential bellowing laugh causes her dilated hole to flex with each outburst. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Enter me, slave.”] [[Obey]] – Enter your goddess.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide to push downwards, working with gravity. The slimy walls of her esophagus slide past you, but not without some resistance. Gilly’s body works against you, trying to move you, her food, towards her stomach. But given her unconsciousness and inclined position, you can work towards freedom. You progress is halted though. Seems like her body and the part of her esophagus near your head is firmly shut. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_21f14ed7893a40f9b6f0428f2d724ac6~mv2.png"> --- [[Massage Gilly’s Esophagus]] [[Strike Gilly’s Esophagus]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide that you’re not going to become a snack for this rambunctious Gremlin Girl, not while she is unaware of your current predicament. You time your push down at just the moment when her cardiac sphincter closes beneath you at your feet. Then, using the sphincter’s firmness to assist, you push off against its ridged sides and miraculously surge downwards AWAY from the opening of her stomach. The esophageal walls smooth out behind you while in front of your face, the pink knotted passage opens up briefly to let you through somewhat. That’s a couple of inches, but Gilly’s throat, although small given her height, is still a mighty foe. (Even while she sleeps!). --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c149cbd167924f40b3e52e4a6f6e79a1~mv2.png"> --- Both ends of Gilly’s esophagus are currently firmly shut. [[Push UP]] [[Push DOWN]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide to push upwards, working against gravity. The slimy walls of her esophagus slide past you, but this way seems to be easier. Gilly’s body works with you, ferrying you up. You are then given a brief glimpse of a sphincter at your feet. It opens revealing a wrinkly cavern, lined with filaments of mucous. Her stomach. Upwards past your feet, Gilly’s esophagus ends in a valve, the entrance to her stomach. Downwards, in front of your face past your head, the esophagus is firmly shut. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_af02f49a445d48f29548507f7bea9a46~mv2.png"> --- [[Push DOWN]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-style:"blur")[GLmmmm…]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-style:"blur")[SQLrk. The esophagus compresses firmly against your body, the space growing even tighter.]] ##(after:35s) [(text-style:"blur","shudder")[SLLLISH! A firm wave of peristalsis ripples past you, the cardiac sphincter at your feet gapes upon, releasing a sickening waft of stomach fumes. Then it closes down tight!] [[Slip UP into Gilly’s Stomach]] – You don’t know how much more air you have in the tight confines of her throat, you’ll have more space at least down there to breath…barely.]

(link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Tester]] [[Tester2]] [[Tester3]]]|option2)[[[too slow!]]] (live: 5s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - RUN!]''// You rush back towards the center of the table, you did what you had to do, you made her cum. Yet, all around you, the cold dead eyes of the other women stare down at your body with either hunger, stupor, bloodlust or eagerness. There’s no help here for someone like you. Agatha, lost in a frenzied craze of post orgasmic hunger leans over the edge of the table, uncaring of the whims of the other woman. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e2294586aabf42e9a3250b373107ccf1~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re gonna be MY snack bug and then you’ll come out of the very butthole you just familiarized yourself with, HAH!”] Then, you see it. The pentagram. Its blood red glow calls to you. A beacon. A chance. You’d do anything to survive here, regardless of the consequences. --- [[Enter the Pentagram]] [[Accept your Role as Food|Agatha Willing Vore]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[The Bar - In Margo's Mouth]''// In a last-ditch effort for survival, you surmise that grabbing ahold of Margo’s hanging uvula could potentially cause her to gag, or at least serve as something to grab ahold of. You submerge yourself amongst the river of beer, lowering down to the spongey tongue below. With your feet shakily planted against the semi pliant surface, you push upwards kicking off, breaching the surface of the beer river, and launch towards Margo’s uvula. Success! Your hands grasp onto the slimy nub of flesh, arms wrapped tightly against the narrow portion closest to the roof of her mouth. The bulbous red orb beneath you dangles and sways slightly with your grasping but remains steadfast. Further below, the flowing tide of golden liquid rushes downwards. You’re given a firsthand view of each of Margo’s swallows. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GLP, GLP, GLP, GLP!] The massive tongue rises, the base squishing against your feet, then lowers as her epiglottis flexes and moves, ferrying the sudsy fluid down towards her stomach below. Periodically, the esophagus yawns open, giving you a glimpse of a dark fleshy tunnel that surges with frothy bubbles. Suddenly, the river comes to a halt as Margo finishes her drink. Then, an eerie sensation sets in. The mouth begins to move, and Margo’s windpipe below begins to bellow. She is talking with you still affixed to her uvula! But how?! “Heh, stuck onto my uvula little Ant?” The words ring out in your ears, so loud that it nearly deafens you. “Unlucky for you, I have no gag reflex.” Your blood runs cold. You’re trapped, above a portal leading to your very doom. An ominous gurgle begins to rise from the clamped walls of wet flesh beneath you. The epiglottis shifts as her esophagus begins to open up. A whirlwind of acidic beer-tinged air flows upwards into you, knocking you from her uvula. #(text-style:"rumble")[HUURAP! ] You land atop the sealed entrance of her throat, at the very rear of Margo’s maw. The windpipe and esophagus vibrate in unison. #(text-style:"blur","sway")[HMMMM?! MMMmmmm….] Noticing your presence, Margo smiles and swallows. #(text-style:"buoy")[GULUP!] The hatch of flesh beneath you opens, ferrying you downwards in one powerful swallow. The throat is well lubricated from her recent beverage, so you are given little time to acknowledge the trip downwards as you suddenly collide with a semi hardened sphincter. The entrance to her roiling stomach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_34dedc42bd984a4dba51e72e4350ae56~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Margo Beer Belly]]

//Formal Dance Faculty - Serpentine Waltz Vol. 1 of 3 Time: 3/4 Three Step Counts: "Slow - Quick - Quick" (1,2,3 - 1,2,3 - 1,2,3) Dance: (text-colour:yellow)[Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot. Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.] There are 4 more steps covered in Vol. 2 & 3. "Failure in any of the steps to the Serpentine Waltz will result in immediate termination. I need not remind you of this Bethany, darling. If I become too full, please rid of the others for me dear." "Do not be tardy and brush your teeth of that dammed smoke scent." Regards, Mistress Meduna// (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

(set: $Note1 to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Note]''// The note is written in green ink. The paper is thick and lined with a delicate snake scale like pattern across the edges. The scales reflect the light in a beautiful holographic sheen. It reads the following, written in a delicate cursive font. --- (text-colour:green)[//Formal Dance Faculty - Serpentine Waltz Vol. 1 of 3 Time: 3/4 Three Step Counts: "Slow - Quick - Quick" (1,2,3 - 1,2,3 - 1,2,3) Dance:] (text-colour:yellow)[Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot. Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.] (text-colour:green)[There are 4 more steps covered in Vol. 2 & 3. "Failure in any of the steps to the Serpentine Waltz will result in immediate termination. I need not remind you of this Bethany, darling. If I become too full, please rid of the others for me dear." "Do not be tardy and brush your teeth of that dammed smoke scent." Regards, Mistress Meduna//] --- Seems like the movements to a waltz. Could be useful to learn the whole dance if you'd want to impress this Mistress Meduna figure. You'll need to procure the full volume to do so. You pocket the note for later reference. [[Climb down|Hooks2]]

(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoMad to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game, Success]''// You rush away from the giantess, not thinking of how you’ll outrun her at your scale or where to go for that matter. You hesitantly glance back. Strangely, Margo does not move and instead stays affixed to her post at the base of the stairs. Your pace begins to slow as it dawns upon you. This girl is so adamant to complete the task given to her by Ms. Meadows that she is unwilling to move even a foot away from her post. You smile, safe for the time being. The giantess folds her arms, glaring down upon your tiny form. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“It seems as though I’ve been tricked at my very own game, leaving myself vulnerable to a sly ant’s tactics. I can’t say that I agree with your antics, yet ultimately, I have been bested.”] You sigh, your assumptions confirmed by Margo’s words. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“But know this ant, if you dare as so get a mere inch near me without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”] Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.” ] You shudder, having just avoided a potentially fatal outcome. Staring down at the sundered red band, you can make out upon its rubbery form a solid ruby at the center. Engraved into the stone is a sword and shield. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_68039f2319fa49a7a9e6f5a481595df3~mv2.png"> --- You feel as though you should respond in some way to Margo’s remarks before leaving. You can (text-colour:orange)[ [[taunt her]] ], having beat her at her own game why not? (text-colour:orange)[(+1 Chaos)] Or you can (text-colour:cyan)[ [[bow]] ], although she was bested, you still honor the challenge.(text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer").

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''// Agatha grunts and puffs out her cheeks. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Peh, you’re no fun. LAME!”] She reaches out a palm for you to walk atop. But, before you take your first step on her pudgy fingers, those very digits readjust and snatch you in a rough grip. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Keheh, better hope I have good aim little worm!”] Agatha repositions you in her hand so that you’re sat atop the nail of her index finger. Her thumb holds the curled finger in place. She intends to flick you! You begin to protest but Agatha releases her finger, launching you upwards in a blur of wind. Your body whooshes through the air, the world spinning about as you careen towards the top of the couch. Then, a massive wall of deep red strikes your body as you collide with the back of the couch. (text-style:"fade-in-out")[Poof!] Dazed, you slide down towards the seat cushions. You stare back at Agatha as she’s already walking back to the center table. Her meaty butt cheeks sway heavily behind her black frilly dress. You rub your sore head and stand, ready to explore the couch. [[Continue|Vermillion Couch Top]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Margo's Maw]''// You back away from the opened maw, refusing to play along with this trial any longer. Bright blue eyes lock onto you from far above, staring down at your shivering form. They can sense your fear, your trepidation. One of Margo’s lids twitches. The lips close, frowning. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Cowardice. I have no patience for the weak. You are not worthy of sullying my master’s mansion with this kind of behavior. I shall do her a favor and dispose of you instead.” ] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3fcecbdf1e1f495cb4dfcc6c3ee606f7~mv2.png"> --- It appears you struck a nerve with Margo, as before you can even react you are pinched and tossed into the very place you were avoiding. The sweltering mouth opens. You are only given a brief glimpse of the sticky red chamber before you are carelessly tossed inside with a wet SPLAT. The maw clacks closed in an instant, sealing you in sudden darkness. Ruthlessly, the tip of Margo’s tongue flexes beneath you, ferrying you directly towards the back of her mouth. It seems as you she means to swallow you quickly, to her you are simply food. Battered about by the sticky tongue, the appendage presses you hard up towards the palate above. The wind is knocked from your lungs as you are compressed. Then, the chamber shifts, your ears pop painfully as a slick pressure compresses you downwards. A tight sphincter and ridges of flesh press against your abdomen before a resounding sound echoes out your doom. ##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!''] Swallowed. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]] The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!''] Margo’s stomach welcomes you, as you freefall into a vat of stinging fluid. The stomach is empty, sizzling bubbles the only substance to greet you within. Given the bodyguard’s build, she must possess a truly efficient metabolism. You scramble about aimlessly in the dark. Unfortunately, without any tools or necessary drugs, you’ll find little to no possibility of escape. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")["I have no sympathy for cowards. Be sure to digest swiftly ant, I need an empty stomach to stay alert.”]] The parting words of your predator echo out from the world around you. [[Continue|Margo Stomach]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// You fall and briefly the mighty goddess of hedonism and festivities gives you a brief glimpse of the passage to her core. Her tongue drops revealing a girthy ribbed esophagus, larger than any woman’s you’ve seen thus far. And strangely, a red glow emanates from the passage. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fa771f89fec446148196fd22c78382ba~mv2.png"> --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9f860cfac09b4142ab74fc03077efe3c~mv2.png"> --- Then her mouth shuts closed as you bounce down onto her plush sticky lips. They vibrate beneath you as she chuckles. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hm Hm Hmm.”] Then she chides you, like a mother saying no to a child that wants to play. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Mm Mm!”] The hand still holding the sticky cherry presses beside you into her lips. You’re so small that you only take up about a quarter of her entire lips. Thus, the cherry easily slips past the plush red barrier and disappears within her mouth, as she sucks it in with a slurp. Then, Mistress Monrose plucks you off her lips and sets you down once more upon the Bar Top. She swishes the whole cherry around in her maw for a brief moment, before swallowing it down whole. Lastly, the bronze goddess reaches past her lips and presents to you a woven cherry stem. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ta Da! Look little fan, I tied it into a bow, just for you.”] You accept the rope cherry stem as your world suddenly crystallizes again. What just happened? You could have sworn you gave her the cherry and then all went black. You shake your foggy head racking your memory for answers. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Muchos gracias for the little treat my sweet! Now, but one more favor for your mistress and I shall reward you dearly, promise.” ] You pay attention once more; a final task shouldn’t be too hard to handle. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“I’ll need you to get something capable of scratching a bad itch I’ve got. I will not tell you exactly where though, woman’s secret after all, yes? Anywho, get to it my fan!” ] --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

Glroble… There it is once more. The call of Margo’s hungry digestive system. You throw all caution to the wind and release your grip. ##(text-style:"buoy")[''GLP!''] Swallowed. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","sway")[“Hmph. Hmmm.” ]] The vibrations of Margo’s contented swallow vibrate around your body as you slowly descend into the belly of this monstrous giantess. The passage through her esophagus is ruthlessly quick, the bodyguard must eat a generous amount to possess such an efficient throat. Below, the cardiac sphincter is already pulled open to welcome your entrance into the caustic depths below. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''GRRRMMBBLLLL!''] Below, is utter madness. Your eyes go wide in astonishment as you witness the sheer might of this woman’s digestive organ. You scramble against the slick walls of her esophagus, suddenly doubting your previous wants and needs to feed yourself to this woman. Beneath, the walls of her stomach pulse at an unimaginable pace, flexing almost to the center of the stomach and releasing in quick mighty thumps. And then, there’s the digestive enzymes. A frothing pool of muck, beer and copious amounts of hydrochloric acid loom below. The tide is mightily high, and you drop only a couple of inches before becoming completely submerged. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''Uraarp!''] That’s it, there goes the last fraction of your air. Now from top to bottom, Margo’s belly is filled with fluid. You try and scramble for the Black Cat Brew but can’t even feel your fingers. Fingers? You stare at your outstretched hands and the sight causes you to panic in despair. In mere minutes your tiny form is reduced to nothing more than a greasy red slop within the overactive digestion of Margo’s efficient metabolism. A healthy fit woman like her uses up every last inch of the food given to her tummy. There was no chance for you whatsoever. You've been bested by the mighty Bodyguard. Her ravenous stomach too much for you to handle. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ed7d1e76ff66426e9a106f84ec4f7095~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

#(text-style:"blink")[THM THM THM!] Each resounding thud crunches your bones, your tissues and body mangled into a disfigured heap. Your vision goes blurry with red before you slowly fade away into blackness. All that’s left of you is a single imperceivable smear of crimson upon this goddess’s high heel. Completely forgotten and crushed into nothingness by Mistress Monrose’s absent minded foot taps. Her characteristic laugh booms out ushering in your end as but one more minimized student sacrificed to this goddess. --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''//(set: $ToiletScene to false) (if: $MargoFriend is true)[You decide to stand your ground. Communicating with a potential entrant could be interesting. The door clicks open, and you gaze upon the massive figure now entering the stall. In your sightline is none other than Margo, Mistress Meadows’ bodyguard. She looks to be in a bit of a rush. She shuts the door hurriedly before unbuttoning the top of her pants. She stops suddenly, noticing you immediately. Her cobalt blue eyes narrow behind her crimson hued shades. Immediately her expression shifts to that of surprise as she realizes just who is on the bowl. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, I didn’t know this stall was occupied, apologies.” ] It appears Margo is in a rush, her need to use the bathroom soon evident as she shuffles about in place. [[Tell Margo she can use this stall]] – You’ll shift out of the way and promise not to peek. [[Jump down to give Margo some privacy]] – Best let her do her business in peace. [[Stand your ground and tell her to use the toilet]] – Be adamant about your request. ] (if: $MargoFriend is false)[You decide to stand your ground. Communicating with a potential entrant could be interesting. The door clicks open, and you gaze upon the massive figure now entering the stall. In your sightline is none other than Margo, Mistress Meadows’ bodyguard. She looks to be in a bit of a rush. She shuts the door hurriedly before unbuttoning the top of her pants. She stops suddenly, noticing you immediately. Her cobalt blue eyes narrow behind her crimson hued shades. Margo’s stare is deliberate, a mix of disgust and annoyance painted across her face. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Guess this stall is occupied then.”] Without delay, she turns away to find another stall. (Margo may react differently if you have done her a favor.) =><= (text-colour:#FFD700)[(text-style:"double-underline","smear","expand")[//''Password Unlocked! "10 chaos bug" ''//]] [[Continue|Toilets1]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Melissa]''//(set: $MQuest to it + 1) “Sent on an errand to gather her some more wine, eh?” Melissa stares past you at Mistress Monrose, who now has her back turned to you both. Seems like she is calling out to someone across the Lounge. “She could have just asked me herself, I’m right here after all. Still, she does enjoy using people…” Melissa then goes to the rear of the bar, fidgets with the vending machine like controls to pour out a fresh glass of wine. Then, the glass disappears behind the casing as a hatch opens from beneath it. After a brief delay, the same glass reemerges from the black marble bar top, a small hatch opening mechanically, before closing once more. It appears that Melissa and the bar itself work like a machine to administer drinks to all patrons regardless of size. “Careful with her now, ya hear hun? She can be quite coercive.” --- (link:"Return to the Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

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//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// You stand firm in the fetid environment. Feet planted confidently upon the squishy ground, you grit your teeth hard and shut your eyes firmly. You’ve come so far. So much that you’ve done has been for others. Your friends, Gilly, Margo, Agatha. You can’t follow through with this Mistress’s commands, no matter how seductive her demands are. Opening your eyes, you truly begin to recognize exactly what you are doing. You, shrunken down to mere inches, are lodged DEEP within the gurgling, pulsating, and wretchedly smelling rectum of one of your school’s faculty members. Now is not the time to lose yourself in lust, there’s a time and place for that with those you care about, but not now, not here, not with this BEAST you call a teacher. Her goal is to CONSUME you. No. You’re no snack. You slam a forceful fist against the walls of Monrose’s colon, grabbing your hazy head with your other hand, clearing your face of both sweat and ichor. Your consciousness crystalizes, whatever sway Monrose had on you from earlier now dissipates entirely. You stare forwards, Laura, an innocent colleague is struggling for her very life. Without wasting any more time, you rush over to her, freeing her from the sticky bonds that bind her to the walls of Monrose’s rectum. With a meaty squelch, she falls forward into your arms, knocking you onto your back. Straddling you, the weary girl smiles down, bits of ichor dripping onto your body. She’s actually quite cute, despite the circumstances. Her frizzy wet blonde hair is plastered messily against her face. Her clothes, melted away and tattered, barely cover portions of her slick white skin. The curve of her trim belly presses against your abdomen, the sliminess of the environment lubricating your own flesh and hers. A flutter of excitement surges up in your nethers. You suddenly come back to focus as she speaks. Laura blushes and stands up, (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Oh whoops, my bad!”] Weakly she tries to stand on her own but collapses once more. You carefully help her to her feet. The poor girl is most definitely dehydrated, no doubt from her prolonged stay in this sauna that is Monrose’s inner asshole. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Come on, let’s get out of here…”] [[Escape|Monrose Escape1]] - Leave this fetid place.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Trial of Might]''// The crushing weight of the giantess’s forefinger and thumb bears down upon you like a vice. Above, your arms and shoulders bear down upon the crushing force, head turned to the side, teeth gritted. Below, your knees bend, calves and quadriceps shake with exertion. Ahead of you, Margo’s cold unblinking stare behind those red shades gives you no indication of sympathy or remorse. You truly believe this woman would not hesitate in grinding you into a red paste. You shew away that thought. You are here amongst the greatest students at Fantasia University for a reason. A future of success, power, desire, anything you could imagine could all be yours. This woman’s trial is but one of many along your road to accomplishment. With a heavy breath, you push apart the fingers above and below you, straining against the weight. You can’t help but let out an earthshaking roar, as the air rushes out of your lungs. Slowly, assuredly, the fingers begin to part. The blue eyes of the bodyguard widen subtly, surprise creeping across her stoic visage. Your arms and legs are now extended; you push apart the fingers fully. Your breathing is labored, sweat drips across your brow, yet you stand triumphantly having resisted Margo’s crushing force. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Impressive, I did not expect an ant of your stature to be able to resist my own strength.”] States Margo plainly. She returns you to the center of her palm, you stagger about within the calloused hand, weary but no worse for wear. With little hesitation, the bodyguard removes the red band from her wrist and holds it in front of you. At your scale, the wristband is more akin to a belt. On one end, a small loose clasp holds the band together, while on the other a ruby is inlaid with sword and shield design engraved into its surface. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’ve earned this ant.”] She holds the band before you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“However.”] Margo’s gaze fixates upon you sternly. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I see potential in your form. I have but one more trial. This test is by no means simple, and thus survival for you IS NOT guaranteed. Choose to complete this task here and now and I shall reward you with an item that will surely help you in your endeavors.”] This statement piques your interest.(text-colour:#de4a4a)[ “Or refuse, and I simply set you along your way.”] You consider your options. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“What’s say you, ant?”] --- Agree to complete the [[second trial]]. You already obtained the red band, [[refuse]] and go on you way.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Belly]''//(set: $health2 to $health2 - 1) Hours begin to pass by. Periodically, squirts of more alcohol part the cardia above. You try and use these moments to climb back up Agatha’s esophagus with little to no success. Your body aches from not just the stinging acids but also the constant jostling of the belly’s movements. Both the subconscious and conscious movements of Agatha’s digestion are putting a tole on your body. Every so often she lets out a thunderous cackle, before a series of muffled slaps and jostles sends you careening back into the center of her stomach. #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:"blur")[“HEH! Hold on tight in there bug, here comes a bellyquake!” ]] #(text-style:"shudder")[GLRSH GLRSH GLRSH!] You stand vigil, held firm with all your might against the sticky walls. Peering over at the end of her stomach, your disposition immediately brightens as you notice her pyloric sphincter gaping wide, ushering past it a deluge of alcohol, deeper into her depths…You hesitate. Never have you made it past a giantess’s stomach before. Each encounter you’ve had while minimized resulted in your captor expelling you before digestion. But down there…There’s no coming back… This is your one chance. --- [[Use HALF of the Black Cat Brew]] – It’s now or never. [[Submit.]] - Yield to the Dominance of Agatha’s Body. There’s no way you can survive the trip into her intestines. [[Enter|Agatha Intestines]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. The air is damp and acrid. You’ve lost all meaning of cardinal direction. You’ll need to rely on your nonvisual senses from this point on. Your feet splash about in a stream of cool water. (if: $TunnelMouse2 is true)[Suddenly, you hear the faint voice once more, this time closer. The tone is mischievous and curious.You also spot a large orange eye staring back at you for a brief second. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5f8d68f19fa643628c1843fdea06fd41~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel is fine with the wet...Oooh, maybe it lives if we swallow it...Master will want it!”] You shudder with the implication this creature is suggesting...(set: $TunnelMouse2 to false)] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_81ccfa5f19c24a7da6c20c89f429a5ca~mv2.png"> --- [[Stray away from the water|sound of water]] [[Follow the stream|River2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// Your feet are suddenly caught up in a forceful current; the stream of water has now become a flowing river. Struggling about in the deluge, you are thrashed, drawn deeper into the darkness. Suddenly, the sound of water cascading does not bode well for your sake. To your scale, a drop off, nay waterfall, must be drawing ever closer. You struggle to swim against the tide, in hopes of fighting the current or at least finding the shoreline. All efforts are futile and soon you feel a sudden dip as you begin to slide downwards off the edge of the waterfall. As you careen over the edge, the inky blackness in front of you is quickly replaced with two dimly lit orange orbs of light. Eyes, with thin reptilian like irises. The orange glow emitted by the gaze gives you a quick glimpse of a round and petite green face, shrouded in short mossy hair. A small button upturned nose sits above a wide razor-sharp grin. The pointy chin tilts, the dagger like teeth part, and a slick sound of slimy wet replaces the cascade of rushing water. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a4a43c833fc44e1cbff510c21ff2f0ed~mv2.png"> --- You fall, but not off the sheer edge of the waterfall, but instead, into the waiting jaws of this gremlin like tunnel creature. You land with a splat onto the rough slimy tongue. A long drawn-out sigh echoes from the rear of the chamber followed by a swift giggle. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ahehehe…Gotcha Morsel!”] The tongue undulates beneath you as the impish words echo about in your chamber. The muggy air wafting from her throat is stale and damp, not unlike the scent of the rest of these tunnels. ##(text-style:"blink")[CLACK!] The razor-sharp teeth clamp down behind you, sealing you once more into perpetual inky darkness. Then, you are harshly compressed, ears popping as your captor sucks upon your form with reckless abandon. The tongue bucks beneath you, pressing you firmly against the Gremlin Girl’s hard palate. ##(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH!] Pinned against the roof of her maw and caught up in a deluge of saliva, the tongue undulates and ushers forth your flavor closer towards her gaping throat. ##(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!] You feel your form slip backwards, close towards the edge of her esophagus. The drowning saliva that once shared the space of her mouth with you is now entirely gone. Once more, the chamber shifts abruptly, but oddly enough, tilts forwards, your form slamming against the rock-hard incisors at the front of the Gremlin girl’s mouth. The razor-sharp teeth part and you tumble out onto damp soil, the dim orange glow of the girl’s eyes lighting your way. Dazed and confused, caked in sticky saliva, you turn about to gain your bearings. You catch a glimpse of dirt caked feet shifting away from you, a rotund heavy rear waggling into the darkness. Once more, you notice only orange irises off in the distance, permeated by a white sharp grin. (text-colour:#6f956f)["Morsel tasted good! Come come, Morsel must see Professor!” ] --- Despite this odd encounter, it might be best to follow this girl. She may know the tunnels well. You can [[follow the Gremlin girl]]. Or instead, [[go your own path]]. That girl is unstable and could be dangerous… Behind you, the rushing sounds of the waterfall cruelly remind you of the deathly drop that could have been. Seems like this Gremlin Girl spared you from a truly dangerous plummet.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// You get up hastily and run as quickly as you can. Unfortunately, you only make it a couple of strides before slipping and falling flat on your face. Behind you, where you once lay, Mistress Monrose’s teeth clack down and slurp up the stained spot. Close call there. You stare forwards. The rope ladder is a direct path straight but still far. To your right some pictures create a decent canopy that could provide some shelter. To your left is a small crack in the wood. You could fit in there and run along the seam. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHA! “Almost had you there little fan!”] --- [[Go Straight to the Ladder]] [[Go Right to the Photos]] [[Go Left to the Crack]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''// Seeing an opportunity ahead, you rush quickly forwards to the space between Margo’s skyscraper sized legs. At first her face is perplexed, seeing your rush towards her. This causes her to hesitate for a moment. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ohh, little tiny wants to get a better look at my undercarriage hmm?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_367e1ea98c244c2baa2b20deac5d1c1a~mv2.png"> --- Above you, the naked muscled giantess straightens upwards and teasingly spreads her pussy lips wide. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm, stay right there little one, I’ll slurp you right up past my other pair of lips.”] Without warning, Margo begins to squat down above you. Her meaty labia parting as she lowers, revealing a sopping wet tunnel that is heading straight for you! She has you cornered, to your left and right her massive feet give you little to no space to move. You’ll need some speed here to get past her quickly falling behind. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Rush Forward|Margo Butt]] [[Dodge Backwards|Margo Insertion]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Insertion]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Sprint3]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Belly Squish]''// You decide to head the shorter route down towards her belly button. To your disdain, this is the direction that her belly is quickly meeting the ground. With no time to alter your direction, you instead decide to position yourself directly below the concave valley of her belly button. #(text-style:"rumble")[WHOOMP!] You curl up into a tiny ball, hoping that there is enough space in the cave of her belly button. Warm smooth flesh, covered by her leotard, begins to surround you from all sides. Yet, you remain unharmed, if not a bit cramped here within the confines of her belly button. Completely pitch black, you remain still in the increasingly warming environment. Now trapped within the confines of Gilly’s belly button, you can do nothing but wait until she decides to shift into another sleeping position. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_caa1337a4f384366b41d66130d358288~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Listen]<c1| [Touch]<c2|] [Smell]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You remain curled up, the environment still and quiet, other than the periodic muffled sounds of Gilly’s snoring farther up above. Then, the silence is rudely interrupted by a guttural groan, like that of fluid pumping through unseen organic valves. ##(text-style:"sway","blur")["[GLLLRRRGLLL…Squirk."] ] It appears Gilly is hard at work digesting something. Thankfully, you’re on the outside, spared the same grisly fate of whatever lies within this giantess’s core. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You run your hand against the meshy surface of Gilly’s leotard. The garment offers little resistance against your palm, as you can even feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin beneath. The belly button’s ridges are rubbery and pliant. Feels interesting.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The air is awash with Gilly’s sweaty scent. Sour and musty, Gilly cares little about her hygiene.]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Mmmm. Zzz"]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Gilly’s belly feel good…”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“EH?!” ]] [[Continue|Gilly Caught A]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Side]''// You pump your legs hard, well accustomated at this point with quick dashes and the sole purpose of avoiding all too common crushing fates. Turning your head back, behind you, layers of shaded green skin compress the space mere inches away. Staring back forwards, the small crease of space between her boobs marks your salvation. With a final dash and leap, you land on the gritty soil below, covering your head fearing the worst. #(text-style:"rumble")[WHOOMP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b692aaad3abb43bd887582696f05a1c8~mv2.png"> --- You close your eyes, expecting the crushing weight of the Gremlin girl’s sternum. Instead, a bouncy smoothness rubs idly against your back. You’re able to shift around, staring up at Gilly’s barely perceivable cleavage. You’re safe, thankfully due to the girl’s A sized breasts. Letting out a sigh, you begin to scoot upwards into a sitting position; there’s even almost enough space between her boobs to stand. --- [[Return to Gilly’s Face|Approach Gilly’s face]] – You can slip past her neck and back towards her front from here. [[Inspect Gilly’s Breasts]] – From this position, on either side of you are her tiny breasts.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Beneath her Heel]''// Timing the stomps with the rhythm of the music, you slip at just the right moment beneath Mistress Monrose’s stomping red high heel. There, a stubborn piece of gum hangs idly attached to the dark sole of her shoe. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cedcb18beffc4bec8f90ca8272bed0ac~mv2.png"> --- [[Grab the Gum]] – Reach out, snatch the gum, then leave. Gotta be fast! [[Grab the Gum and Brace Yourself]] – You don’t think you’ll be able to get out in time!

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Before her Anus]''// It’s all come down to this very moment. Everything you’ve done up and to this point has been from the betterment of others. You know, truly in your heart, that cooperation here in this school is your future. You’ve made great friendships so far and you MUST carry that banner forward, spreading this joy with others. And now, an innocent girl is suffering in the depths of this woman’s colon. From far above, the lavender hued giantess turns her head, peering back at you over her wide backside. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Hmm? I’ve seen that look in many brave hero’s eyes before, my tiny fan.”] Mistress Monrose lets out a mocking laugh. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHA!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_40c3180a2efd44cfb8aa5a9e02d13ef9~mv2.png"> --- (text-color:#a40aeb)[“But…all have lost themselves to my subjugation in the end. See if you can resist fan, soon you too shall become my slave.”] Monrose’s quintessential bellowing laugh causes her dilated hole to flex with each outburst. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“See if you can save her, slave.”] [[Enter|Enter Heroically]] – The hungry hole stares back at you, a tunnel of flexing red darkness.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide that getting INTO the bubble quickly is your best option. You shift about in the esophagus, maneuvering in a way to gain entrance into the murky bubble past your feet. Despite your efforts, your hasty movements cause your feet to accidentally brush up against the bubble below, popping it. The throat dilates briefly before clamping down upon you hard! A wash of fresh air fills your lungs thankfully, yet you begin to slip upwards as Gilly unconsciously swallows. #(text-style:"blink")[GLP!] You are ferried once more, closer towards her awaiting stomach, but thankfully come to a stop just before reaching that dreaded pit. --- [[Continue|Gilly’s Throat]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Booths - Agatha]''// Agatha frowns and slurs out, (text-colour:#675b70)[“Lier lier pants for HIGHER!” ]You know that’s not the terminology but think it best to not correct her right now. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Mkay, that’s it, you’re going somewhere where all lil ones wanna go, trust meee, you’ll loooove it!” ]Agatha smiles a crooked grin before snatching you up in her smooth palms. She begins to draw you downwards beneath the booth. Holding you in position at her lap, Agatha looks to the left then right, ensuring that no one is watching the two of you, before lifting the hem of her dress. The lacey canopy allows a good amount of light in the relative inky black of her skirts giving you a quick glimpse of her smooth pudgy belly. But her hand continues to lower further until you reach the base of the booth’s seat. She drops you carelessly onto the velvety seat and nudges you with her finger towards her now ever prominent crotch. Lacey black panties stare back at you, wedged tight and deep into the folds of her pussy. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c2ce06521fe84131af29e6443aac85c5~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“Go to town now little on, I know you waaana!” ] Agatha, ensuring that you can’t escape, tucks the hem of her dress beneath her thick thighs, sealing you in the warm environment. --- [[Continue|Agatha Upskirt]]

From here you can access a variety of scenes with the characters in the game so far. (text-colour:red)[//Please note that scene selection will take into account the path of least resistance to reach. Stats and items are vacant in these scenes. If you are looking to progress in the story without issue, please use the Checkpoints.//] --- Each scene has a variety of tags. By exploring each route you may encounter only some or all of the mentioned tags. =><= (text-colour:#675b70)[(button:)[[Agatha - The Creepy Girl]]] Nerdy and careless, not fond of personal hygiene, tends to do what she wants when she wants. Can become aggressive without her glasses. =><= (text-colour:blue)[(button:)[[Beth - The Alt Girl]]] Aloof and bored yet focused on her tasks. Can be kind if respected. Can be ruthless if her personal space is tested. =><= (text-colour:#de4a4a)[(button:)[[Margo - The Bodyguard]]] Diligent and immensely loyal. Treats all equally and respects the strong. No patience for the weak or cowardly. =><= (text-colour:#e1c7ad)[(button:)[[Mrs. Larson - The Coach]]] Seductive and confident. Respects those who are honest and try their best. Has her own "methods" to determine this. =><= (text-colour:#6f956f)[(button:)[[Gilly - The Gremlin Girl]]] Impish and feral minded. Behaves similarly to an animal. A girl whose personality has shifted to simplicity due to unfortunate circumstances. Loyal to those she cares about. =><= (text-colour:#a40aeb)[(button:)[ [[Mistress Monrose - Headmistress of Hedonism]]]] Boisterous and bodacious. This lively woman revels in the pleasures of laugh. Not one to hold back a laugh, she entices those around her with charisma and allure. Crimson eyes denote a more sinister side… (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Scratching Risks]''// Despite the difficult angle, you attempt to climb into the back end of the Alt Girl's daisy dukes. As you shimmy your way around the lip of the shorts, you can't help but notice the girl's pert behind pressed tightly against the mohagony door. Although she does not have a large ass by any means, the pressure of both the door and the tight shorts causes the cheeks to bulge out against the denimn fabric. Crease lines form in the skin from the constant pressure, leaving behind tiny red lines. As you cross the threshold of one of these lines you reach a small opening that gives you a brief view into the rear of the Alt girl's shorts. Up above, you witness a swath of pale white flesh and a small tight crease. Inside the crease, a black band of cloth barely sticks out between the cheeks. It seems as though this girl is wearing a thong, most likely due to the tightness and small fit of the daisy dukes. You begin to pull yourself forward when you suddenly feel the Alt Girl shift from her leaning position against the door. (text-colour:blue)["Ugh, these shorts are way too tight on me, I shouldn't have understimated my size..."] Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that the Alt Girl is once more going for another butt scratch, her left hand headed straight for you! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can [[stay still]]. Maybe she wont feel you. Or you can try and [[pull yourself into the shorts quickly]]. Alternatively, you can try and [[slip down her leg and towards the ground]]. Although it could be risky...

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Personal Butt Scratcher]''// You pull yourself up towards the irritated spot that is too far out of reach for Beth to get. With your tiny hands poised, you begin to scratch generously at the location. Set at the base of her bum cheeks, you press your nails into the spot and scratch with fervor. The flesh is pliant and smooth, slightly cold to the touch as well. Eventually, your actions do not go unnoticed. (text-colour:blue)["Ooooh ya that’s the…"] ##(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:blue)[“SPOT!”]] Beth moans in satisfaction above you slowly grinding her rear against the door in rhythmic motions. It's clear that she is really enjoying this. Eventually, she sighs in relief, signifying a job well done. [[Continue|Task Complete2]]

(set: $question2 to false) “Interesting. A simple goal and in turn a simple perspective of your headmaster. A safe answer. I admire it.” --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Bodyguard - Breasts]''// You set your feet down into the cloth beneath you to straighten out a bit further. Then, you push upwards, using the tight hammock of her bra to keep your place during the climb. As you grab at the smooth flesh, the texture of her breasts suddenly changes. Instead, the silky softness is replaced by a more rigid bumpy surface. You stare upwards and notice the skin has shifted from peachy shade to a rose red. Her nipple is now directly in front of you. The nub is massive, nearly the size of half your body. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3d9cc6702e894d2d847834d518f72b6b~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Lick Nipple]<c1| [Part Nipple]<c2|]] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[Holding the nipple in both hands, you reach out to subtly graze its bumpy surface with your tongue. The taste is that of skin, but interestingly the surface hardens with your touch. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"sway","blur")["[Mmmm…"] ]] The Bodyguard, unaware of your presence, still responds as a warm feeling spreads across her nipple. The nub now presses firmly against your waist.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[With both hands, you gently part the duct to gaze at what lies inside. A deep red tunnel, impossibly tight, widens before you. Tiny filaments of moisture dot the interior while subconscious movements of the Bodyguard’s breasts cause the tunnel to flex and close up. ]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Huh?"]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Something feels off in my shirt…”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“HEY, WHAT THE HECK?!” ]] [[Continue|Boob Squish]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard - Breasts]''// The remainder of the climb from her back would be too risky, so instead you shift underneath the Bodyguard’s massive arm to come upon her massive breasts. You can just grab onto the edge of her unbuttoned shirt, close towards her cleavage. You find yourself in interesting territory now, coming to rest sitting atop her leftmost breast. From your scale, you notice a heavy amount of sweat causing the vibrant skin to shimmer. Above, the Bodyguard’s stoic face scans the distance, currently unaware of your presence. Directly in front of you, the heaving swell of her creamy damp boobs serves as a ramp upwards towards the base of her collarbone. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d485e0d9b87444e682740e9641778dca~mv2.png"> --- (if: $Chaos is >=3)[ [(text-colour:red)[[Dive Into her Cleavage]]] – Your mouth waters with the possibilities. ](else:)[You think twice about diving straight into her boobs. This is too dangerous of a task for you. Better not. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +3 Chaos])] [[Continue Climbing|Continue Climbing]] - Should be easy enough from this point onwards.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Confrontation with Monrose]''// You all stand together and decide to shout in unison up towards Mistress Monrose. This ought to get her attention. Perking up for a moment, the woman stiffens, hearing a shout from far below. In her surprise, she ends up spilling a bit of her wine, which immediately comes surging downwards towards your group! The heavy splash lands upon 3 other members, leaving you and the cautious girl splashed yet unharmed. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ay, Dios Mio!”] Mistress Monrose, eyes semi lidded and cheeks rosy red, stares down at you and the others with a gleeful smile painted across her massive face. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6d68667c3a2749a58b56eee91841e762~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“My little fans have come to pay their respects, so cute!” ] You shout up towards the massive mistress, trying to communicate with her, but to your dismay she does not respond. Whether she is ignoring you or can’t possibly hear you from below over the drum of the jazz, you cannot say. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm? Some of you got a little splash, no? Lo siento! Sorry my fans, let me clean you up, yes?”] Without giving the trio of now sticky red stained students a chance to respond, Mistress Monrose leans down from her bar stool, reaching out a clumsy hand to capture the group within her palm. From the side, you can make out the woman’s heavy brown cleavage barely contained within her loose-fitting purple dress. The globes of creamy tan flesh glisten with light perspiration. Curtains of purple hair envelop the floor as she begins to rise, unfurling her palm. From below, you stare on in amazement as a greater portion of your group is brought to face level with Mistress Monrose. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, so messy of me, but I mustn’t waste this vintage, each glass is hundreds of dollars! I will put you all in my mouth and clean you off, yes?” ] The cautious girl to your side gasps, bringing her palms to her mouth in horror. “No, she wouldn’t…” After what you and many others witnessed in the main foyer with Mistress Meadows, your stomach begins to drop in horror when the sudden realization of the situation sets in. Carelessly, Mistress Monrose tosses the group of minimized students into her gaping maw and begins to swish them about like a handful of mints. Her cheeks bulge, as she cherishes their flavor, eyes closed in joy as the giantess suckles on their bodies. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“MMMM! Deliciosa!”] Mistress Monrose tilts her chin upwards, extending her neck, and brings up her elegant fingers towards her bronze throat. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GLUUUUUP! GLUP! GLLLP…] Three quick swallows ferry downwards a group of tiny bulges past the Mistress’s collarbone. Those bulges were students you were just communicating with not moments ago. Living people that most definitely have no chance of escaping this woma- #(text-style:"rumble")[BRURP!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ooof, excuse me!” BAHAHAHAH!] The cautious girl stammers beside you in horror, “Fuck, I knew this Gala was gonna be messed up when they asked us to arrive minimized! We have to get out of here!” Heeding this girl’s words, you begin to rush away towards the safety of the other stools, but unfortunately, the Mistress has her eyes locked on you both. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, do not be afraid my fans! Come, I wish to only chat with you both first!”] A large bronze palm reaches out towards you both, snatching you and the cautious girl together. Vertigo sets in as you are pulled upwards towards the bar top. Seems like you were able to garner Mistress Monrose’s attention, but at what cost? --- [[Continue|Captured by Monrose]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You holler about from below but unfortunately don’t seem to be able to get Mistress Monrose’s attention. Alone, you don’t make much sound over the rhythmic beats of the jazz band. [[Go back|Solo Mission]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Shower Stalls]''// Drawn to the source of the steam, you head northwards towards the showers. Down the hallway, the moisture within the air begins to increase. Before you, the glory of the shower room is revealed. The interior is spacious and immaculate. Opening up to a much larger scale, above, a canopy of greenery lines the ceiling. Vines and luscious plant life give the shower stalls a tropical jungle like feel. To your left and right, rocky outcroppings pour forth steaming waterfalls that cascade downwards into a dozen private shower stalls. The tile flooring is also replaced with a more natural black obsidian stone. The water here must be sourced from a natural hot spring. At the far end of the stalls, a wooden door marked with the title "pool" marks the exit to this room. --- You can [[Continue forward]] Or head back to the [[Central Woman’s Changeroom|Woman's Changeroom]]

(set: $LarsonEncounter to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Shower Stalls]''// Drawn to the source of the steam, you head northwards towards the showers. Down the hallway, the moisture within the air begins to increase. Before you, the glory of the shower room is revealed. The interior is spacious and immaculate. Opening up to a much larger scale, above, a canopy of greenery lines the ceiling. Vines and luscious plant life give the shower stalls a tropical jungle like feel. To your left and right, rocky outcroppings pour forth steaming waterfalls that cascade downwards into a dozen private shower stalls. The tile flooring is also replaced with a more natural black obsidian stone. The water here must be sourced from a natural hot spring. At the far end of the stalls, a wooden door marked with the title "pool" marks the exit to this room. --- You can [[Continue forward|Pool Entrance]] to the Pool Door. Or head back to the [[Central Woman’s Changeroom|Woman's Changeroom]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Ass Favor]''// Not really knowing what pain in the ass means, you shrug and make your choice. (text-colour:blue)["Oh good, cuz for a while now these shorts have been riding up my ass really tight!"] She irritably scratches away at her behind. (text-colour:blue)["Ugh, I think I bought a size too small!" ] Beth then lifts you towards her taught behind. Before you, the jiggling orbs of creamy flesh can barely hold the tight pair of daisy dukes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0a00e67d57654ed4829b767704a08f7f~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You notice a series of red irritated lines creasing about along the edge of the shorts. You could [[Scratch these spots.]] Or, you could take this as an opportunity to slip past the edge of the shorts and get into her pants for a [[closer look.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Confrontation with Monrose]''// You decide to carefully sneak away from underneath the stool. You’re almost to the safety of the adjacent stool when suddenly the cautious girl beside you slips in a leftover puddle of wine. “Eeep!” A shifting sound of rubbery stool cushion ushers forth as the giantess turns to look towards the ground once more. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oho! There are more of you, yes?”] Mistress Monrose states as she begins to reach down towards the both of you. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6d68667c3a2749a58b56eee91841e762~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, do not be afraid my fans! Come, I wish to only chat with you both first!”] A large bronze palm reaches out towards you both, snatching you and the cautious girl together. Vertigo sets in as you are pulled upwards towards the bar top. --- [[Continue|Captured by Monrose]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Tongue]''//(set: $Wet to 2) Swiftly, you dart forward and plaster your body against Margo’s sticky tongue. #SPLAP! A splatter of grimy mucous coats your body in a mire of sour wetness. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Haaa…so smaw…”] In front of you, Margo keeps her jaw parted but still manages to anncounciate throaty chortles, undermining your efforts. #Mleeem! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c25d8a7509b44b1d91ad38b702971c0e~mv2.png"> --- Then, the tongue comes alive. She’s eager to taste you further. Slowly, the appendage begins to lift. You better make a move now or soon you’ll become food for this drunken woman. --- [[Accept your Role as Food|Margo Willing Vore]] – Mesmerized by the call of Margo’s beckoning body, you can’t help but become sustenance for her powerful form. [[Dash Away|Margo Idle2]] – You’re well lubricated now, time to retreat.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Friend, MOVE!”] Calls out Margo. You shake your head and regain focus. In there is certain doom. Instead, you opt to slip forward on your abdomen, sliding along the top of the cabinet with decent speed. Behind you, where you once lay, Mistress Monrose’s teeth clack down and slurp up the stained spot. Close call there. You stare forwards. The rope ladder is a direct path straight but still far. To your right some pictures create a decent canopy that could provide some shelter. To your left is a small crack in the wood. You could fit in there and run along the seam. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHA! “Almost had you there little fan!”] --- [[Go Straight to the Ladder]] [[Go Right to the Photos]] [[Go Left to the Crack]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch: Beneath Monrose's Ass]''//(set: $CouchE to 3) You urgently slip back downwards into the divide. Mistress Monrose’s ass is massive! There’s no knowing when Agatha’s distraction will wear thin. As if to assure your concerns, Mistress Monrose resumes her course, the darkness of her cheeks now looming ever closer. You land at the base of the crease just as the cheeks above contact the plush couch. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4e2a00daeff342f5bb4a5f54bc1b0ae5~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[POMPH!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_289ccec3740a4026acff7f6b2e30f07f~mv2.png"> --- The cushions above compress downwards as you curl up at the bottom of the divide, clenching your eyes shut in fear, hoping that the space is sufficient to protect you. Mistress Monrose’s cheeks get closer and closer before resting just inches away from your face. She wiggles in her seat, repositioning before the movement settles. You breathe a sigh of relief. You open your clenched eyes, the immediate sight causing them to nearly pop out of your head. There before you are the fleshy puffy lips of Mistress Monrose’s vagina. The glistening labia hang idly within arm’s reach, flowery red petals of flesh blooming out from the center of the slit. The scent is divine, clouding your perception with pheromones and perfume. Akin to a toasty campfire, that same brimstone like scent mixed with alcoholic sweetness is pungent down here this close to the Mistress’s nethers. Farther in the direction of the couches’ edge, you notice a wrinkly hood of pink flesh. Her clitoris dangles proudly from betwixt its sheath. The nub is large and pulses periodically. At the center of her pussy, a looming dark hole splays open, tethered by strings of creamy vaginal nectar. Lastly, between her clit and vagina rests a tiny hole, even for you. Her urethra is pinkish white, barely perceivable in the dim light. You shake your head and recompose yourself, barely. Looking back and forwards, you notice no visible escape whatsoever. You’ll need to figure something out if you want to leave this place. [[Continue|Monrose Couch Squish]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Bodyguard - Panty Rear]''// You slide down into the silky recess of the Bodyguard’s rear pants. A waft of warm soapy air collides with you as you slide in deeper to a gradual stop. The light is dim yet perceivable. You find yourself now wedged between the interior of the Bodyguard’s ass and the massive black lacey wall in front of you. Lace. This woman is wearing a black lace thong, and the front of it lies before your very eyes. The cleft of her ass completely swallows up the lace thong, held shut impossibly tight by her firm glute muscles. Periodically though, the cheeks relax to reveal the briefest glimpse of the black thong hidden in her deepest valley. You assess your surroundings. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4801adea228d456a8c6410ccd122fc30~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Caress]<c1| [Lick]<c2|] [Smell]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The Bodyguard’s ass flesh is firm and cool to the touch. At your scale, you notice small red bumps periodically. The nuances of the human body are easy to ascertain. You also feel tiny ridges of nearly invisible blonde hairs. You graze your hand against the smooth follicles. You begin to massage the cool hard flesh, eliciting a small response from the giantess way above. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"sway","blur")["Oh yes…"] ]] It appears your actions don't go unnoticed. The bodyguard must have very firm glutes in need of massaging. ](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You draw your tongue against the cool flesh. Tastes of skin.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The air is awash with her scent. Clean and soapy, the Bodyguard tries her best to stay hygienic. Still, in her most tender crevices the smell of her own natural pheromones is strong and evocative.]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Huh?"]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Something feels off in my underwear…”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“HEY, WHAT THE HECK?!” ]] [[Continue|Butt SquishM]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Bodyguard - Panty Front]''// You slide down into the silky recess of the Bodyguard’s pant crotch. A waft of warm soapy air collides with you as you slide in deeper to a gradual stop. The light is dim yet perceivable. You find yourself now wedged between the interior of the Bodyguard’s crotch and the massive black lacey wall in front of you. Lace. This woman is wearing a black lace thong, and the front of it lies before your very eyes. Small tufts of neatly trimmed red hair dot the top of her mons pubis, while below you can just make out through the semi-transparent thong the swell of her labial lips and clitoral hood. Tantalizingly, you assess your surroundings. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_42683086796d49df9ac85b86d54030f6~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Caress]<c1| [Lick]<c2|] [Smell]<c3|] []<c5| (click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The lace panties are soft and silky. At your scale, tufts of red hair barely peak out between the knitting. You graze your hand against the smooth follicles. You begin to massage the outer hood of her clit, eliciting a small response from the giantess way above. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"sway","blur")[ ["Ohhh…"] ]] It seems as though your actions don't go unnoticed.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You draw your tongue against the smooth cloth. There is indeed a subtle essence of the Bodyguard’s own musk laden within the cloth. Rich, with a tinge of saltiness.]](click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[The air is awash with her scent. Clean and soapy, the Bodyguard tries her best to stay hygienic. Still, in her most tender crevices the smell of her own natural pheromones is strong and evocative.]] --- ##(after: 10s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Huh?"]]] ##(after: 20s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")[“Something feels off in my underwear…”]]] ##(after:35s) [(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[“HEY, WHAT THE HECK?!” ]] [[Continue|Vag Squish]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard - Arm]''// You look down towards the Bodyguard’s hanging arm and the Red Bracelet farther below. Aiming yourself carefully, you take a leap of faith arms outstretched to snag the band. Wind billows past you, sailing downwards at an incredibly speed. You directed your trajectory perfectly, as you latch onto the band, the force of your grip and fall suddenly snapping it entirely off the Bodyguard’s wrist. ##(text-style:"blink")[SNAP!] The hand suddenly shifts in surprise as you careen towards the ground. ##'(text-colour:#de4a4a)['“Hey! What?!” ''] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2925aa1c4f484de8a67138ef7eb63aa3~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Red Band Success]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// With the bubble quickly approaching, you try and continue your efforts of slipping down along Gilly’s esophagus, with gravity, towards her mouth. But the esophagus is STILL firmly shut, so you make little to no progress whatsoever. Instead, during your efforts to DOWN you accidentally brush up against the bubble below, popping it. The throat dilates briefly before clamping down upon you hard! A wash of fresh air fills your lungs thankfully, yet you begin to slip upwards as Gilly unconsciously swallows. #(text-style:"blink")[GLP!] You are ferried once more, closer towards her awaiting stomach, but thankfully come to a stop just before reaching that dreaded pit. --- [[Continue|Gilly’s Throat]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide that entering her stomach is your best bet. You push up towards the cardiac sphincter trying to time your movements with when it periodically opens. Then, finding the right moment, you slip your feet past the tight ring. You make it most of the way through until the valve clamps down shut against your chest. #(text-style:"blink")[SLRK!] Gilly’s esophageal sphincter holds you tight, firmly in place with no ability whatsoever to breathe. You were trying to ENTER her damned stomach, giving into her body’s whims, yet still it fights against you, trying to end your existence! Your vision goes hazy, are you going to die here, is this it…? Darkness. Black. --- [[Continue|Gillys Stomach2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// With the bubble quickly approaching, you try and continue your efforts of slipping up along Gilly’s esophagus, against gravity, towards the bubble. But this sort of movement is disruptive. During your efforts to go UP you accidentally brush up against the bubble below, popping it. The throat dilates briefly before clamping down upon you hard! A wash of fresh air fills your lungs thankfully, yet you begin to slip upwards as Gilly unconsciously swallows. #(text-style:"blink")[GLP!] You are ferried once more, closer towards her awaiting stomach, but thankfully come to a stop just before reaching that dreaded pit. --- [[Continue|Gilly’s Throat]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Predator]''// You don’t think running is the right call, given how slippery your feet are. Instead, you opt to slip forward on your abdomen, sliding along the top of the cabinet with decent speed. Behind you, where you once lay, Mistress Monrose’s teeth clack down and slurp up the stained spot. Yet, you’re well out of harms way. You stare forwards. The rope ladder is a direct path straight. To your right some pictures create a decent canopy that could provide some shelter. To your left is a small crack in the wood. You could fit in there and run along the seam. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[BAHA! “Clever little fan, yes!”] --- [[Go Straight to the Ladder|Monrose Escape]] [[Go Right to the Photos]] [[Go Left to the Crack]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[A Lurid Sight]''// Carefully, you walk up towards the gap in the wooden door of the shower. You avoid the slippery stream of sudsy water, dipping your head underneath the frame. Inside the private shower stall, you are greeted with a glorious sight. Up above, there is no shower head. Instead, the steamy cascades of water from above are filtered through a grate to form a natural shower spray. Sweet gardeny scents fill the air, a mixture of flowers and shampoos. Bamboo wooden flooring allows the excess water to flow neatly from the stall outwards. But this was not THE glorious sight. That title belongs to the tall radiant figure at the center of the shower. You immediately recognize the sight of Fantasia University’s very own Mrs. Larson, head of the Athletics Faculty and once Olympic swimmer. The woman is in her mid 40's but wields her age more so as a status symbol as opposed to a detriment. Like fine wine, Mrs. Larson used sex appeal to her advantage. Her figure was accentuated with boisterous curves and a subtle healthy pudge alongside her abdomen. Adorning her figure was a thin red two-piece bathing suit, the bottoms a G-String that runs tightly between her two round buns. Slick raven black hair reaches down her back, resting just above those generous cheeks. Turning about as she bathes; you are given a glimpse of her side profile. Her face is sleek and refined. The jaw is powerful and the features striking but not overbearing. Suddenly, she turns a nozzle affixed to the wall, the cascade of water coming to a stop. Seeing this as your time to leave, you briskly exit the stall and hide behind the wooden framing. ##(text-style:"blink")[''THM! THM! THM!''] Titanic steps edge closer towards the wooden door, inches from where you are standing. Then, the steps come to a halt. Your heart begins to quicken... --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9b4cf07902844049a58e48d5e5b93f60~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Larson Encounter Unaware]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Margo the Bodyguard]''// You decide to skirt behind the opaque pint of beer, concealing yourself from Margo’s attention. Thankfully, she’s distracted with her dress, so you can brush by her precise gaze with ease. The crumpled up can of beer is a grim reminder of this woman’s decimating strength. Droplets of golden liquid lie spattered about near the can, dribbles of frothy beer seeping out of the cracks and seams of the broken piece of metal. You lick your cracked lips longingly. You’ve been doing so much climbing about and adventuring; at this point you’re quite parched. You look towards Margo’s cool glass of freshly poured beer. Droplets of condensation drip down the tall glass’s sides, fizzy popping sounds still pitter patter from the top of the mug. You could climb the atop the crumpled can easily and potentially gain access to the top of her beer mug. --- (if: $MQuest is 3)[ Also, at the far end of the bar rests a full low rimmed bowl of sticky sweet pink cherries. A little sweet snack could be a nice treat too! (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Approach the Cherries]]] – Grab your fill of sticky sweet Marchino Cherries!] [[Climb the Crumpled Can]] – You want a taste of that beer! [[Go Back|Bar Top Margo]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You decide to go it alone, you work best by yourself and can sneak much more effectively, others would just get in your way. Prepared, you leave the relative safety beneath the vacant stool and head south, staying close to the base of the bar. Thankfully, there are no large patrons between you and the Mistress. Eventually, you make it to the space just before Mistress Monrose’s stool. Here, you can make out her massive red heels and stocking clad brown legs. Her left foot dangles up high, crossed over her right thigh. The right foot stabilizes her on the ground below, idly tapping with the cool rhythm of the ambient jazz. You’ll need to decide your next course of action. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b5c471d2187c49cc8a2592c035574c28~mv2.png"> --- [[Shout to Garner Attention]] – Holler about, the noise might be loud enough to get Mistress Monrose’s attention from above. [[Approach her Foot|Foot Climb]] – You’re still too far away to get her attention. You believe you’ll need to climb up higher to get her attention.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You head towards the south end of the bar towards the massive purple clad woman. On further inspection, you realize that this must be Mistress Monrose, head of the Fine Arts Faculty at Fantasia University. You’ll need to find some way to garner her attention, since the odds she has an important bracelet, like a silver band, are fairly high. As you approach, you notice a brief commotion as a group of other minimized students are briefly confronted by the Mistress after she spilt some of her wine on the floor. You duck away off to the side behind a stool leg, not wanting to be caught as well. After some time, you peak around the foot of the stool. The group is now gone entirely. What happened to them? Nevertheless, prepared for the unknown, you leave the relative safety beneath the vacant stool and head south, staying close to the base of the bar. Thankfully, there are no large patrons between you and the Mistress. Eventually, you make it to the space just before Mistress Monrose’s stool. Here, you can make out her massive red heels and stocking clad brown legs. Her left foot dangles up high, crossed over her right thigh. The right foot stabilizes her on the ground below, idly tapping with the cool rhythm of the ambient jazz. You’ll need to decide your next course of action. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_acde6016f86448ec8518aa304c84c85a~mv2.png"> --- [[Shout to Garner Attention]] – Holler about, the noise might be loud enough to get Mistress Monrose’s attention from above. [[Approach her Foot|Foot Climb]] – You’re still too far away to get her attention. You believe you’ll need to climb up higher to get her attention.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab]''// You approach the metal door. The make is commercial, akin to a door found within a factory. There is no keyhole, and instead adjacent to the door is a numbered pad. There are no tiny implements around that would make accessing the number pad possible. As you reach the base of the door, the sounds of Professor Arcs soldering comes to a sudden stop. “No way you’re getting in there right now.” She then goes back to her work. Seems as though she must have sensors set to notify her of movement around the lab. Best tread carefully. --- [[Return to the Center of the Lab|Lab Exploration]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''//(set: $health to it - 1) You narrowly dodge Agatha’s grasping hands. She lunges, grabbing onto thin air and skidding flat onto her stomach. (text-colour:#675b70)[Ooof!] (text-colour:#675b70)[“Tsk! Quick little thing!”] She growls reorienting herself. To your west, Margo’s lumbering footsteps vibrate the plush carpet beneath you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Aha, can’t outrun me you tiny little snack. Haaaam!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_497cbc1dbfae41e28eafa980c75c05a7~mv2.png"> --- Margo jumps directly in front of you, blocking your direct path forwards. Her massive legs eclipse you on either side. Agatha is still to your east. Margo’s dripping open maw opens wide as she leans down to snatch you up in her outstretched hand. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Run Forwards]] [[Dodge West|Margo OV]] [[Dodge East|Agatha Event]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo OV]]] (live: 3s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Sprint2]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''//(set: $health to it - 1) Seeing an opportunity ahead, you rush quickly forwards to the space between Margo’s skyscraper sized legs. At first her face is perplexed, seeing your rush towards her. This causes her to hesitate for a moment. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ohh, little tiny wants to get a better look at my undercarriage hmm?”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_367e1ea98c244c2baa2b20deac5d1c1a~mv2.png"> --- Above you, the naked muscled giantess straightens upwards and teasingly spreads her pussy lips wide. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm, stay right there little one, I’ll slurp you right up past my other pair of lips.”] Without warning, Margo begins to squat down above you. Her meaty labia parting as she lowers, revealing a sopping wet tunnel that is heading straight for you! She has you cornered, to your left and right her massive feet give you little to no space to move. You’ll need some speed here to get past her quickly falling behind. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Rush Forward|Margo Butt]] [[Dodge Backwards|Margo Insertion]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Margo Insertion]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Sprint3]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Predator and Prey]''//(set: $health to it - 1) Rushing forwards using a burst of speed, you’re able to fully evade the confines of Margo’s sweltering butt crack. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Wha-!”] Butt now firmly planted onto the ground, Margo turns her head back towards you, stunned at your sudden burst of dexterity. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_65076bfe8c384d85b14452ee5800cabc~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Swift little bug!” ] The ground begins to shake as the other gothic giantess repositions around Margo. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You’re too clumsy you big lout!”] Taunts Agatha from beside Margo as she rushes towards you from behind. (text-colour:#675b70)[“They’re getting away!”] The giantess is leagues faster than your tiny form could ever manage, even with all the sprinting. Her stomping feet destabilize the ground beneath you. Her immense weight causes you to stumble amongst the fibers of the carpet below. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, its stompy time for you little tiny!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_9fa5c08f4cc2456d9e712c82646e9459~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"rumble")[BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!] Thick pale thighs bound up and down in your periphery. Agatha is getting closer. You’re getting closer to commotion up ahead between Monrose and Gilly. You’re almost at the exit! You quickly scan your surroundings for some cover or another safer route. Sprinting forward won’t do you any good here given Agatha’s speed at her scale. To your East is the couch. West is the table. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[East to Couch|Couch Trap]] [[West to Table|Table Danger]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Stomp]]] (live: 2s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint|Agatha Stomp]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Squished]''// ##(text-style:"bold","rumble")[THUMP!] An immense weight of ass flesh careens on top of you, flattening your body down. The wind is knocked out of your lungs as you feel your muscles and bones strain against an impossible weight. Ass flesh forms against the entirety of your body as you sense red dampness beneath you. Despite the warmth of the heavy flesh pressing upon your form, you feel a tender coolness begin to radiate out towards your limbs. Slowly, darkness begins to fill the periphery of your vision as you smile having relished in the sweet squish of this unaware behemoths behind... ##(text-colour:#675b70)["Hm? Did I sit on something? Oh well!"] Carelessly, the Creepy Girl continues with her search, unaware of the tiny patron she unknowingly reduced to a red smear beneath her pert round ass. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Staircase]''// You decide to trek forward, away from the safety of the baseboards towards the staircase. All too soon, you realize that the bodyguard, Margo, still stands alert at the base of the stairs. Her hand rests idly on the firearm holstered to her side. Keen eyes dart about perceptively. Not like that gun could do anything to you already at your scale, right? --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_acdd69cc9959480eb6fda85b3b5905b8~mv2.png"> --- (if: $MargoMad is true)[Probably shouldn't get any closer to her until you have the required bands. Return to the [[Entrance Foyer]]](else:)[You can approach [[Margo]] Or you can go back to the [[Entrance Foyer]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Confrontation with Monrose]''// (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ay, Dios Mio!”] Mistress Monrose, eyes semi lidded and cheeks rosy red, stares down at you and the others with a gleeful smile painted across her massive face. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6d68667c3a2749a58b56eee91841e762~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“My little fans have come to pay their respects, so cute!” ] You shout up towards the massive mistress, trying to communicate with her, but to your dismay she does not respond. Whether she is ignoring you or can’t possibly hear you from below over the drum of the jazz, you cannot say. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Hmm? Some of you got a little splash, no? Lo siento! Sorry my fans, let me clean you up, yes?”] Without giving the trio of now sticky red stained students a chance to respond, Mistress Monrose leans down from her bar stool, reaching out a clumsy hand to capture the group within her palm. From the side, you can make out the woman’s heavy brown cleavage barely contained within her loose-fitting purple dress. The globes of creamy tan flesh glisten with light perspiration. Curtains of purple hair envelop the floor as she begins to rise, unfurling her palm. From below, you stare on in amazement as a greater portion of your group is brought to face level with Mistress Monrose. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, so messy of me, but I mustn’t waste this vintage, each glass is hundreds of dollars! I will put you all in my mouth and clean you off, yes?” ] The cautious girl to your side gasps, bringing her palms to her mouth in horror. “No, she wouldn’t…” After what you and many others witnessed in the main foyer with Mistress Meadows, your stomach begins to drop in horror when the sudden realization of the situation sets in. Carelessly, Mistress Monrose tosses the group of minimized students into her gaping maw and begins to swish them about like a handful of mints. Her cheeks bulge, as she cherishes their flavor, eyes closed in joy as the giantess suckles on their bodies. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“MMMM! Deliciosa!”] Mistress Monrose tilts her chin upwards, extending her neck, and brings up her elegant fingers towards her bronze throat. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GLUUUUUP! GLUP! GLLLP…] Three quick swallows ferry downwards a group of tiny bulges past the Mistress’s collarbone. Those bulges were students you were just communicating with not moments ago. Living people that most definitely have no chance of escaping this woma- #(text-style:"rumble")[BRURP!] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ooof, excuse me!” BAHAHAHAH!] The cautious girl stammers beside you in horror, “Fuck, I knew this Gala was gonna be messed up when they asked us to arrive minimized! We have to get out of here!” Heeding this girl’s words, you begin to rush away towards the safety of the other stools, but unfortunately, the Mistress has her eyes locked on you both. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Oh, do not be afraid my fans! Come, I wish to only chat with you both first!”] A large bronze palm reaches out towards you both, snatching you and the cautious girl together. Vertigo sets in as you are pulled upwards towards the bar top. Seems like you were able to garner Mistress Monrose’s attention, but at what cost? --- [[Continue|Captured by Monrose]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''//(set: $MargoFriend to false) You decide to stand your ground. You’re not moving without bearing witness to a show. Her cobalt blue eyes narrow behind her crimson hued shades. Margo’s stare is deliberate, a mix of disgust and annoyance painted across her face. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I would have expected less of a direct request from you, Ant. Guess this stall is occupied then.”] Without delay, she turns away to find another stall. [[Continue|Toilets1]]

{(set: $GreenBand to true) (set: $MargoNew to true) (set: $BronzeBand to false) (set:$Agatha_normal to 1) (set: $prybar to 0) (set: $stringA to 0) (set: $glasses to false) (set: $PantyBandit to false) (set: $RedBand to false) (set: $MargoFriend to false) (set: $EastHallVent to false) (set: $Flashlight to false) (set: $ToiletScene to true) (set: $MargoClimb to false) (set: $LooseScrew to false) (set: $Screwdriver to false) (set: $FreshLounge to true) (set: $MQuest to 1) (set: $BQuest to 1) (set: $FreeGilly to 1) (set: $AQuest to 1) (set: $Grace to 0) (set: $Chaos to 0) (set: $AgathaBest to false) (set: $GillyTravel to false) (set: $MetGilly to 0) (set:$MargoFavor to false) (set:$GillyFavor to false) (set:$AgathaFavor to false) (set: $BCB to false) (set: $Gillytrust to false) (set: $YellowBand to false) (set: $CrushCore to false) (set: $MargoMad to false) (set: $AgathaMad to false) (set: $ladder to false) (set: $MonroseA to 0) (set: $beads to 0) (set: $glassesTaken to false) (set: $StickyGum to false) (set: $Cherry to false)} ###(text-style:"underline")[''MEADOWS MANSION v0.49''] Welcome to the Giantess Interactive Novella, Meadows Mansion. Within this story, it is my hope that all readers find something they enjoy. It is my goal to make an interactive story with minimal "do overs" where the choices of the reader matter. Throughout the story, you will notice a variety of texts with varying colors of intractability. LEGEND: (text-colour:blue)[Blue for Standard Choices] (text-colour:magenta)[Magenta for Fetish Interactions] (text-colour:yellow)[Yellow for Keys or Important Items] (text-colour:#4d300f)[Brown for Optional Scat Content] (text-colour:green)[Green for Lore] (text-colour:purple)[Purple for Chance Based Events] (text-colour:red)[Red for Fatal Story Events] (text-colour:grey)[Grey for Incomplete / Empty Sections] Additionally, the game hosts an alignment system. The player can persue both (text-colour:orange)[Chaotic] and (text-colour:cyan)[Graceful ]behaviours that can alter their options and choices as the story progresses. The higher a stat the more options they will have in either catagory. (text-colour:cyan)[Grace]: Gentle / Polite options. Characters will behave more friendly to the player. Further options for romance, support, and aware intimacy. (text-colour:orange)[Chaos]: Dominant / Mischevious options. Characters will view the player as devious and untrustworthy. Further options for lewd exploration, risky scenarios and unaware traversal. There are many passages with multiple outcomes. There are also passages that have timed events, wherein options may appear if the player waits for an outcome. Experiment with different choices to reach differing fetish-based outcomes. Thank you and enjoy! =><= (button:)[[Introduction]] =><= (text-colour:yellow)[(button:)[[Checkpoints]]] =><= (text-colour:magenta)[(button:)[[Scene Selection]]] =><= (text-colour:cyan)[(button:)[[Alpha Content - Day 2 Grace Route|Day 2 Intro]]] (link: "Support on Patreon to Play!")[ (open-url: "https://www.patreon.com/RestorationStation438/membership") ] =><= |loadGameButton>[(link-replace: "<span class='load-game-btn'>Load Game</span>")[ (print: '<input type="file" id="loadInput" style="display:none" onchange="loadGame(event)">') (print: '<script>document.getElementById("loadInput").click();</script>') (replace: ?loadGameButton)[(link: "<span class='load-game-btn'>Load Game</span>")[]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Desire]''// Frozen with fear, you remain stationary gazing up at the surging maw of the giantess. #(text-style:"blur")[Ahhhhh!] Mistress Monrose’s massive pink tongue lulls out while here crimson eyes glow half lidded in anticipation. Rivulets of saliva slip down the tip, showering you in a sticky deluge of tangy spittle. Her teeth, picturesque and white, shimmer and begin to close as they narrow in for the kill. Is she going to bite you in half? #(text-style:"blink")[SNAP!] Monrose’s incisors close down just inches away from your face, the force blowing back your hair. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[Hm Hm Hmmm!]] The Mistress lets out a rumbling chuckle behind her clenched toothy smile before opening her maw directly before you. #(text-style:"blur")[PWaaaaah!] This close, her tongue’s tastebuds stand at attention, pillars of tiny red bumps standing at the ready to draw in your flavor. Above, the roof of her mouth is ridged with firm lines of flesh. Farther up still, her crimson pupils stare down at you, her potential treat. At the rear of her throat, the spongy arch of her tonsils makes sickening squelches as she laughs, having cornered her prey. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[Ahh Hah Haaa…] Mouth still agape, Mistress Monrose beckons you inwards with her next word. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Entah…”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5e9e267c99cc4bf3a881303271879f63~mv2.png"> --- The tip of her tongue dances briefly against her palate with the word before lolling back out once more. [[Walk Forward]] [[Slip Away]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Mistress Monrose]''// Monrose finishes the glass of wine and gently places it upon the bar top. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Ahh, such a fine vintage, but now I am feeling a tad bit peckish. Would you be so kind, my little fan, and find your goddess a little snack to quell her hungry tummy? Be a good little fan for me and you’ll be one step closer to retrieving that silver band piece.” ] Hungry stomach? Goddess? But the silver band and your diploma. Your graduation. The status and enriched life to come. Is it all worth it? Mere feet away from you, your very own colleagues could be no more than shit in a couple of hours. You coil your face up in determination. Once more, the dichotomy of your choices rest within your mind. You could continue to walk your own path, stride towards success at any means despite the corpses you tread upon to get there. But, you feel your heart and consciousness flutter. Innocent people are at risk here. And lastly, the part that fills you with dread the most, is the latent desires you have been feeling up until this point. You stare up at the gleaming face of this beautiful giantess. Those plushy moist lips, still dampened with red wine. The pleasure you would feel passing by them, the texture of her tongue, the warm embrace of her throat, the- No, you shake your head. You mustn’t’ give in. Something odd is happening here, those eyes of Monrose are glowing a subtle red. Or is it just the dimness in the Lounge? (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Stare that long and I may just gobble you up now little fan!” ] (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“Bahahah! I am joking, now chop chop, your I am getting hungrier by the second!”] --- (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// The Professor's voice is low and husky as she speaks, her words sending shivers down your spine. "Even though I had other plans for you, I just think you will make the perfect insole," she says, her tone playful yet possessive. With a sly grin, she moves her foot towards her shoe, using her toes to guide you inside. As you slide into the darkness, her toes close around you, covering you completely. You feel the softness of her skin and the rough texture of her stockings as she begins to maneuver you into place. Once you're settled, she applies gentle pressure with her toes, testing the fit. The shoe starts to warm up around you, slowly increasing in temperature as her foot begins to sweat. You feel the moisture seeping through your clothes. "Hmmm, that is a perfect stress reliever," she murmurs, her voice muffled by the fabric of the shoe. Her toes press against you more firmly, applying a subtle pressure that sends waves of pleasure through your tiny body. You can't help but squirm beneath her, desperate for more. As the shoe continues to warm up, you realize that you're now trapped in a small, enclosed space, at the mercy of the Professor's whims. The thought is both thrilling and terrifying, leaving you wondering what await you beneath her feet. [[Continue|Permanent insole]]

(set: $GreenBand to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true) Feeling no response from you whatsoever, Agatha assumes correctly you don’t want the bracelet. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Umm, na I’m good, I’m sure Logan already has their own. Wouldn’t want you to waste your stock afterall!” ] Beth huffs, (text-colour:blue)[“I got like a ton of them, but whatever.”] Agatha shifts about awkwardly. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Welp, I’m heading in now! I got a lot of prep to do for the show later, come watch it kay?” ] Beth grumbles again, (text-colour:blue)[“Ya ya, sure Agatha, but first I got to find me some cigs, I’ve been going through em like crazy waiting out here. I’ll see you inside soon enough.” ] (text-colour:#675b70)[“K bye!”] Your chamber tumbles about again, as Agatha rushes forward into the manor. As you hear the doors close behind you, the goth girl unfurls her sweaty palms, eyes wide and smile drawn wide. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Man, you’re pretty cool trying to go in there solo after what Beth said! Anywho, I gotta get ready for my show later. Its on the second floor, but my prof Mistress Monrose said I’ll need to check in with her first before heading up there. You should come say hi later in the Lounge, that’s where she’ll be.”] Abruptly, Agatha places you onto the red carpet of the entrance way. It seems as though a small crowd is gathering in the area, Agatha simply brushes through them in a rush, lost amongst the group. [[Continue.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[The Bar - Chaotic Choices]''//(set: $BCB to true) You check your surroundings for any onlookers and then swiftly pocket the vial. The thrill of chaotic possibilities sets you ablaze with devilish joy. --- [[Return to The Lounge|The Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// There could be some good information to gather from these students. You creep up towards one of the massive legs of the stool, peering around it to listen in on the minimized group’s chatter. Your interest is immediately peaked when you overhear them talking about a silver band! “That singing woman is Mistress Monrose! She’s one of the faculty heads, in charge of the Fine Arts. She must have a silver band.” The mumbling continues, but one minimized girl voices her uncertainties. “Even if she does have a silver band, how the heck are we going to get up on the bar to communicate with her? There’s no accessibility for minimized students. Plus, I swear I saw her walk over here without minding where she stepped, I could have sworn she stomped on someone…” The group shifts about nervously. The cautious girl continues. “I think she’s drunk too.” #(text-style:"sway")[BAHAHAHAHAH!] As if to emphasize her point, the purple clad giantess laughs boisterously as her grip loosens on her semi full wine glass. Droplets of red liquid splash onto the ground, not too far from the group. --- [[Introduce Yourself|The Plan]] – Working with other minimized students could have its benefits. [[Go Back|The Bar]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You decide to strike out hard against the walls of Gilly’s esophagus. The tube vibrates for a moment, before you hear what sounds like coughing just in front of you. #(text-style:"blink")[COUGH COUGH!] Each blast of air from her trachea, another tube just mere inches away, causes the esophagus to clench and flex. The passage of air through her adjacent respiratory canal causes the throat to push you up alongside it, giving you a couple more inches towards freedom. Yet, once more the passages on both ends of her esophagus seal up tight. Seems as though Gilly’s body is intent on keeping you locked within its confines. --- Some time passes in the cramped chamber, you are unable to move and the air is getting stifling and hot. It’s becoming hard to breathe. You’re both too far away from her stomach and mouth find a safe place to draw in a breath. Panick begins to set in as you realize instead of digesting in the pit of Gilly’s stomach, you’ll instead suffocate in her esophagus, only to be ferried down eventually into that smoldering chamber below. But then, a sound, a grumble from deeper below… #(text-style:"sway")[GRMmmmm shhhSHHHH!] It sounds like the bubbling of some sort of gas. It must be a burp! Staring past your feet, you notice the section of Gilly’s esophagus arching upwards opens to reveal a murky semi-translucent bubble. It quickly approaches. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b47ae96c00984691a8f1d4c32913cb15~mv2.png"> --- You have a variety of choices to make, you’ll need to think rationally if you are to escape now. [[Slip UP|Slip Up2]] [[Slip DOWN|Slip Down2]] [[Draw Air from the Burp]] – Maybe when the bubbly burp passes by, you can grab a quick breath from its interior. [[Rush into the Bubble]] – Instead of slipping slowly, you can instead gain entrance inside the bubble quickly!

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// You are at the middle of the candy wrapped string. The knot Gilly tied on you allows your body to glide up and down the length of rope easily yet remain firmly fastened to it. You test the tightness around your waist. No way to loosen it. Both a blessing and a curse as you’re stuck on this string whether you like it or not. Above, Gilly’s jade hued finger is far out of reach. 2 purple gummy candies stick out like boulders on the length of string serving as obstacles above. Below, Gilly’s fanged open grin takes its first bite of candy string, slurping up the 1st of 4 candies. She makes mewing sounds of pleasure, savoring the initial slurps of candy goodness. You still have some time. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_bbb2d3a02f7a4364b7ca52ed93758928~mv2.png"> --- [[Climb Up]] [[Climb Down]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: Round 2]''// #(text-style:"sway")[SWISH!] Dangling from Gilly’s outstretched middle finger, you’re drawn through the air at dizzying speeds, vertigo causing your head to spin. The world blurs around you before her finger above comes to a sudden halt. You sway for a moment before coming still, hanging above the gremlin girls cute face. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_10e43d3e78dd47029ce25ece165250e4~mv2.png"> --- Gilly’s toothy grin spreads wide as she lets out a little giggle. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel, new game we play is called quick climb!”] A real creative name you surmise but listen intently nevertheless as she explains the rules. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel climb on slippy rope up, Morsel reach Gilly’s finger, Morsel win! Easy!”] You stare upwards at the long expanse above you. When the rope was bundled and loose on the table, it didn’t look too long. Now, however, there’s about 30ft of string until it reaches her green digit. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Buuuut, if Morsel climb too slow then…”] #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[CHOMP! GLP!] Gilly proceeds to widen her maw, snap it and swallow excess saliva readily building up. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[AHHHH!] (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Morsel go down and say hi to Gilly’s tummy! Mmmm.”] The gremlin girl rubs her slightly rounded belly beneath her thin green dress. You stare down at your potential destination. Her fragrant mouth, slender neck and stomach below. There’s a chance Laura could be in there; then again how safe would it be to go that deep? Do you fully trust Gilly? You grip the string firmly in your fists and prepare yourself. (text-colour:#6f956f)["START!"] #(text-style:"shudder")[CHOMP!] [[Continue|String Game Start2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Struggle]''// Given your current predicament, struggling seems like your definitive best bet at getting this massive giantess to notice you. You would much rather be out of these confinements and freed entirely at this point. So, you begin to thrash about in all directions, pushing forcefully against your confinements. Soon, your actions elicit a response from the Creepy Girl. ##(text-colour:#675b70)["Oh, what on earth is that? Something small is definitely in a place where it shouldn't be!"] There is a brief shuffling of movement before a blinding light illuminates your confinement. A thin pair of fingers latches onto your form, pulling you outwards. Suddenly, you are drawn out into the open air, yet not too far from the grassy terrain beneath you. Slowly, you are hoisted up towards the face of the domineering Creepy Girl. [[Continue.|Discovered]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,purple)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Throat]''// There’s no chance you’re letting go. Even though you still have the Black Cat Brew, as well as the odds that Margo would most likely upchuck this evening, you’d rather not chance those risks. Instead, you aim your sites at the pulsing tube above. You’re only a couple of feet away from the freedom of her maw. Just need to climb carefully and time your ascent when she’s not swallowing. Or maybe that’s the time TO climb, given the esophagus will push inwards on itself. Suddenly, your grip begins to slip. Better act now! Staring above, you notice the esophagus quiver, like Margo is about to swallow. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7754e7e897054d5885796f5ab642c560~mv2.png"> --- #(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")["Mmm, get down you big Ant! You're for sure going to be my dinner!"]] --- [[Brace|Margo Throat Still]] - That wave of peristalsis isn't bound to hit you yet, but best to protect yourself and be certain. [[Climb|Margo Throat Damage]] - You're not going to hesitate. Climb while you can!

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// (if: (random: 1, 100) <= 30)[You maneuver about in the black inkiness of the tunnels and miraculously find a source of light off in the distance. You follow the bright white aura until you reach a small chrome grate. Before you can pass through the grate, a dusty rough hand grabs onto you firmly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gotcha, Morsel! Guess you found home even with no Gilly, clever!”] The pressure of her fist around your body and the lack of oxygen causes your head to spin as you black out… --- [[Continue|Gilly Destination2]]] (else:)[You maneuver about in the black inkiness of the tunnels. You follow along a winding pathway that slowly rises up a gradual slope. Soon, you seem to find yourself in somewhat familiar territory, yet still foreign given your lack of light. [[Continue|Dry1]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Monrose's Gallery - Submit to Agatha's Stomach]''// #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“Hah, Hah, UNNGH!”]] #GRMMM! The cacophonous roar of Agatha’s orgasmic moans combined with the groan of her hungry belly causes you to slump low in shame and fear. Here you are, deep within the confines of this woman’s innermost world, the scorching heat combined with her own stinging fluids sending your body ablaze with acidic pain. The rugae lined walls pulse quickly with her rapid heart rate, each flex pressing into your soar body. She’s already had at least two orgasms and is planning on a third. Throughout all of this, you simply yield to the might of her body. You lean your head back and gaze at the pulsing sphincter above, slowly parting with her absent minded swallows to release pooling saliva. All of this, the machinations of Agatha’s body. You can’t help but revel in the might of it all, even if it means you’ll most likely end up- #(text-style:"buoy")[URARP!] Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the giantess’s mighty belch. You witness the flexing walls recoil and then return to a smaller position now that some of the gases in this chamber have been released. You sputter and cough. Not much oxygen left. SHhhmmph… #GLORSH! Suddenly, the chamber tilts 90 degrees, causing you to slide downwards into the mire of frothy fluid, once alcohol now combined with spit and digestive enzymes. You seize up in preparation for the impact, bracing yourself just before splashing into the bog of stinging juices. #SPLISH! You open your eyes, disoriented, hoping to get a glimpse of the surface. But that’s a mistake. Immediately your eyeballs sear with burning hot pain. Closing them once more, you splay your arms and legs out wide in the viscous fluid but feel nothing other than tiny trapped gaseous bubbles. This is it, you’re going to drown here and then you body will slowly melt away as Agatha’s organ processes you like nothing more than a simple snack. #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[BADUMP BADUMP BADUMP!] It’s getting faster, the giantess's heartbeat. The droning sound pounding against your body, the echoes more a force rather than an auditory experience. Your own pulse, however, begins to slow. (text-style:"fade-in-out")[Bdm…bdm…] You gasp but pull in nothing but hot sour fluid. You squirm but find no purchase. You swim, aimless towards anything erratically. Then…your hand breaches the surface, you raise your face towards air and take a big- #(text-colour:#675b70)[(text-style:'blur')[“AHHH! KYAA!” ]] #GLRSH! The chamber squeezes tight, Agatha’s diaphragm spasming as she cums. The stomach flexes inwards on itself, smothering you along with the digesting chyme, into a slimy embrace. No air greets you. Your consciousness fades. (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro Or [[Continue|Agatha Digest End]] (text-colour:red)[- Digestion]

(set: $MargoNew to false)(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $CrushCore to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''// Blearily, you come to. The warm light of the Foyer’s chandelier beams down from above, its blurry visage also outlines the face of the predator that just devoured you moments ago. You sit up, in front of you rests a sheer toned wall of black fabric and buttons. Margo's abdomen. It dawns upon you that you were just in there mere moments ago. As if to accentuate this matter further, the wall of flesh grumbles angrily, having lost a potential source of protein. Margo then draws you upwards carefully. Held within the fingers of the muscle-bound giantess, sticky, smelling of stale breath, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Margo inspects your form, impressed that you managed to survive the ordeal. She then raises her shades to rest upon her forehead, those baby blue eyes twinkling now in the mellow light of the entrance foyer. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“It is rare that I encounter someone of such exceptional resolve, both physically and mentally. What you have accomplished is truly impressive for your minimized scale. THIS is what my master wanted to prove. That by any means necessary, the greatest among her children will strive for success regardless of the odds set against them. I am honored to have been a part of cultivating such an opportunity for you to display your tactfulness.”] Margo bows her head to you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["It is only befitting that you are rewarded for your strength.”] Margo shuffles about in the back pocket of her suit pants, bringing up towards you a small metal dome and a bronze bracelet. The bracelet, belt like in scale for you, is a simple bronze chain that fits neatly across your waist. The small metal dome is the size of a grain of rice, but to you, it could potentially even fit in your own pocket. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“This here is transformative tech developed by our very own Dr. Fosc.” ] You’ve heard of this professor before. He works closely with your faculty, that of Advanced Microscopic Sciences. Yet, his own faculty, that of experimental robotics, was discontinued for unknown reasons. Margo continues to explain, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“The tech was confiscated from Dr. Fosc's lab when he was let go from the University. Yet, its power still holds. In a dire situation of crushing, crack open the tiny dome, something you should be able to do, ant, given your strength. In doing so, a series of micro drones will shield you from upwards of 2 tons of force.”] At your scale, crushing is all too common, either accidental or deliberate. A shield of micro drones with a one-time use could prove invaluable. You thank Margo for the device, pocketing it within your inventory. Carefully, Margo places you once more upon the ground. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Best of luck. I hope your journeys in these next couple of days are successful. I eagerly await your return when you have procured the necessary bands.” ] Margo then salutes you, as you make your way back to the (link: "(text-colour:cyan)[Entrance Foyer]")[(set: $Grace to it + 1)(go-to: "Entrance Foyer")] (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Escape!]''// (set: $GreenBand to true) You strike the uvula with all your might! Your actions do not go unnoticed. ##(text-style:"shudder")[HACK! (text-colour:blue)["UGH"!]] The chamber around you squeezes impossibly tight. A whirlwind of force jettisons behind you as the Alt Girl begins to cough. You let go of the string that narrowly saved your life as you sail through the air towards the light of freedom. (text-colour:blue)["Ugh...What the hell...Oh I don't feel so goo-"] ##(text-style:"shudder")[BLEH!!] You land in front of the door, minor scrapes, and bruises aplenty as you orient yourself. The cacophony of the Alt Girl retching behind you is a great send off as you race towards the doors of the manor. (text-colour:blue)["Fucking Pipsqueak! I'll find you in there, you'll regret fucking around with ME!"] [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha]''// You begin to answer her with as much kindness and concern as you can muster, yet you stumble on the words, and they end up sounding insincere. (text-colour:orange)[You are not known to be kind after all. ] Agatha’s eyes narrow into thin slits. She can smell your bullshit. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Pah, ya sure thing twerp, I’ve heard that crap many times before.”] Her characteristic sadism returns. #(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] Lightning fast, Agatha’s flattened palm comes down upon your body with a wicked smack. Your form crumples beneath her hand, slick skin forcing you down into the hard wooden surface. You try and push against her palm with little to no success. Muffled, you hear the taunting words of the sadistic goth above. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Answer me you little shit, you think you can get the better of me, huh? Well, think again.”] Agatha's hand scoops up your body, holding you firmly between her thumb and index finger. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Man, you are certainly small, even for a minimized student. Wouldn’t be too hard to just pop you like a pill! Monrose said we could fuck with you as much as we wanted to, and that you would TRY and pleasure us. But if I just swallowed you down, there’d be no way for you to come back alive, heh. Maybe I should just do that, eh?” ] Slowly you are brought upwards towards the pale rounded face of the gothic giantess. Her gleaming purple red eyes flick about your nubile form. She licks her thin lips in anticipation before her yawning maw opens up with a slimly click. #(text-style:'sway')[MLaaah!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_19ed8b4ffeec42faaa603be5fe679a92~mv2.png"> --- Muggy stale breath heavy with the scent of spirits wafts from the slick cavern. Agatha’s mouth is coated with thick white spittle, no doubt dehydrated from a lack of water for some time. Rivulets of spit criss cross from the top to bottom of her muggy maw. Each breath tugs and pulls at the slivers of spittle, yet the tethers refuse to break. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Cmon you little fuck, feed yourself to me willingly and I proooomise not to swallow you down! Heh.”] She unfurls her palm, keeping you at the center expectantly. Her tongue unfurls onto her clammy hand like a red carpet leading you towards the cavernous entrance to her digestive system. --- [[Obey Agatha’s Command|Agatha Willing Vore]] – You hope her promise holds true. [[Jump Down|Jump Down2]] – No way she’s telling the truth. [[Counter Proposition]] – State how she wanted you in her snatch earlier. Tell her to moisten your body with spit before offering to please her pussy. --- (print:'<progress class="ProgressHealth" value="' + (text: $health2) + '" max="10"></progress>') (text-colour:red)[Health:](text-colour:red)[(text:$health2)] (print: '<progress class="ProgressGuile" value="' + (text: $guile) + '" max="3"></progress>') (text-colour:green)[Guile:](text-colour:green)[(text:$guile)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[The Bar - In Margo's Mouth]''// You try with all your might to swim against the rushing tide of beer, but merely slow your progress towards her gaping throat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6684ed51a4474cb7bb43b6945d7585f6~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[GLP, GLP, GLP, GLP!] The massive tongue rises, the base squishing against your feet as you swim, then lowers as her uvula flexes and moves, ferrying the sudsy fluid down towards her stomach below. Suddenly, the river comes to a halt as Margo finishes her drink. You come to a stop at the very edge of her rear tongue. The bumpiness here is alien and organic. Large tastebuds rub against your rear. Morbidly, you look over the edge of the tongue to bear witness to Margo’s epiglottis and sealed throat. Then, an eerie sensation sets in. The mouth begins to move, and Margo’s windpipe below begins to bellow. She is talking with you still in her mouth! “Heh, gazing down towards your doom, little Ant?” The words ring out in your ears, so loud that it nearly deafens you. “Take a last look at the outside world.” Your blood runs cold. You’re trapped, above a portal leading to your very doom. An ominous gurgle begins to rise from the clamped walls of wet flesh beneath you. The epiglottis shifts as her esophagus begins to open up. A whirlwind of acidic beer-tinged air flows upwards. #(text-style:"rumble")[HUURAP! ] The jostling burp causes you to fall forwards. You land atop the sealed entrance of her throat, at the very rear of Margo’s maw. The windpipe and esophagus vibrate in unison. #(text-style:"blur","sway")[HMMMM?! MMMmmmm….] Noticing your presence, Margo smiles and swallows. #(text-style:"buoy")[GULUP!] The hatch of flesh beneath you opens, ferrying you downwards in one powerful swallow. The throat is well lubricated from her recent beverage, so you are given little time to acknowledge the trip downwards as you suddenly collide with a semi hardened sphincter. The entrance to her roiling stomach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_34dedc42bd984a4dba51e72e4350ae56~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Margo Beer Belly]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Caught Under the Table]''// You opt to head towards the table which is much closer. However, you soon realize the folly in your choice. You manage to duck underneath the coffee table rather swiftly, but soon Agatha reaches your hiding spot, a sinister grin spreading across her face. (text-color:#675b70)[“Heh, stupid little bug, I’ve got you cornered now! I can just reach under the table and snatch ya!”] #THOOM, THOOM! The pale goth giantess stoops low to the carpeted floor, coming to a squat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1ccb8f5259df40cc969e750de5f910ab~mv2.png"> --- She turns her head to the side, eerily glaring at you with those glowing red eyes. At any moment, she could easily reach out and snatch you from beneath the accessible table. She reaches out a clammy hand. (text-color:#675b70)[“Cmon little one, hop into my hand and I wont swallow you into my tummy, but instead into another warm place.”] She begins to stroke her dribbling semi hairy snatch. Rivulets of creamy girl cum drip down onto the ground beneath her. (text-color:#675b70)[“But if you try and run, you’re going into my stinky butthole!”] Her hands reach lower and spread her thick cheeks, revealing her fragrant pulsing asshole. With each flex, her anus dilates further, revealing the slick pink flesh within. A small gurgle also emanates from the hole… --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f0844d63a0b94414bc96f4283b8d0d93~mv2.png"> --- You can either run towards her and try and dodge at the last second; you’ll need to be quick though. Or, take your chances and run away from her. --- (link: "Prepare")[ |option1>[ [[Run Forwards|Agatha Insertion]] [[Run Away|Agatha AV]] [[]]]|option2)[[[Too Slow!|Agatha Insertion]]] (live: 1s)[(hide: ?option1)(show: ?option2)]] --- [(if: $health is >=1) [[Sprint Forwards|Escape Chase]](if: $health is <1)[You're out of stamina! You can't sprint any longer.]] (print: '<meter value="' + (text: $health) + '" min="0" max="3"></meter>') (text-colour:green)[Stamina:](text-colour:green)[(text:$health)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Hall Fountain]''// You strip down quickly, hell, it’s a party! You’re no stranger to promiscuity, so you decide to jump in with a glorious swan dive. (text-style:"buoy")[SPLOOOSH!] The pool of wine is room temperature and slightly diluted. Not the finest brand, but good enough it seems. You enjoy the refreshing bath for some time, ensuring that you are well coated in the scent of this merlot. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8d8bdcc0b03648d6a7b8168deb2246d6~mv2.png"> --- [[Drink the Wine]] – Time to loosen up and have some fun! [[Exit the Wine Pool]] – Best to keep you wits and stay sharp.

(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $AgathaBest to true) Feeling your enthusiasm as you pat against Agatha’s palm, she perks up and affirms Beth. (text-colour:#675b70)[“OH, ya please! Logan could definitely use an extra one…even if they might have one already…”] Beth responds awkwardly, (text-colour:blue)[“Okaaay…Whatever you say Agatha, here just take it, I don’t really care."] Your chamber shifts as Agatha’s left hand moves to accept the bronze band before returning behind her once more. Unfurling in her fist is a simple chain bronze bracelet. At your scale, it can easily fit around your waist as a belt. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Welp, I’m heading in now! I got a lot of prep to do for the show later, come watch it kay?”] Beth grumbles again, (text-colour:blue)[“Ya ya, sure Agatha, but first I got to find me some cigs, I’ve been going through em like crazy waiting out here. I’ll see you inside soon enough.”] (text-colour:#675b70)[“K bye!”] Your chamber tumbles about again, as Agatha rushes forward into the manor. As you hear the doors close behind you, the goth girl unfurls her sweaty palms, eyes wide and smile drawn wide. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Hey, cool belt! I’m sure it will help later on. Anywho, I gotta get ready for my show later. Its on the second floor, but my prof Mistress Monrose said I’ll need to check in with her first before heading up there. You should come say hi later in the Lounge, that’s where she’ll be.”] Abruptly, Agatha places you onto the red carpet of the entrance way. It seems as though a small crowd is gathering in the area, Agatha simply brushes through them in a rush, lost amongst the group. [[Continue.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Task Complete]''// (set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $GreenBand to false) Not wanting to piss off Beth again, you swiftly tie up her laces properly before shouting up towards her triumphantly that your job is complete. She stares down at you, blinking in surprise. (text-colour:blue)["Woah! You got that done super-fast Pipsqueak! Nice work."]She tilts her shoe from side to side admiring your work. You stand proudly before the giantess. (text-colour:blue)["Cool. Alright, guess we had a deal after all." ] Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small bronze ring, too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier. (text-colour:blue)["Here, all yours Pipsqueak."] She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band. (text-colour:blue)["Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."] Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor. (text-colour:blue)["Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Politely decline|Politely decline]] ], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Accept!|Accept!]] ] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Task Complete]''// (set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $GreenBand to false) Beth hoists you around her perky bum, now free of irritation and plants you gently back onto the ground. (text-colour:blue)["Woah! You got that done super-fast Pipsqueak! Nice work."] She rubs her butt gently and sighs in relief. You stand proudly before the giantess. (text-colour:blue)["Cool. Alright, guess we had a deal after all."] Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small (text-colour:yellow)[bronze ring], too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier. (text-colour:blue)["Here, all yours Pipsqueak."] She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band. (text-colour:blue)["Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."] Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor. (text-colour:blue)["Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Politely decline|Politely decline]] ], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Accept!|Accept!]] ] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

(set: $BQuest to 2) Your statement immediately causes Margo’s eyes to go wide in surprise. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, almost the same fiery hue as her hair. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Uh..Uh..HMM!?”] Margo stammers with your statements, unable to form words. The massive giantess, toned with muscle and a holstered firearm at her side, brings her palms up to her face, covering it in embarrassment. You swear, you notice a crooked smile barely perceivable beneath her covered face. After a minute or two, Margo fans herself off and regains her composure. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey so, if you haven’t noticed yet, when I’m not on duty I can be a bit…well shy.”] She grumbles. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I didn’t even want to come to the Lounge, but Mistress Monrose demanded it for some reason, saying that it was fine if I left my post for the time being. Regardless, I have trouble talking with people I don’t really know.”] Her blue eyes, revealed fully with her glasses over her forehead, fixate on you with fondness. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“But…I’m glad you’re here though!”] Margo smiles warmly. With renewed vigor, the off-duty bodyguard reaches for her mug of beer, taking an extra second to check if any minimized students are taking a dip. She tilts the half full beer up high, bringing the beverage up to her lip. There’s quite a bit of beer still in there, but after only a handful of seconds, the woman drains the entire glass. Slamming the empty mug onto the tabletop, Margo shakes her head and shuts her eyes firmly, some of her loose bun coming undone. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[PAH! “That’s some refreshing stuff!”] HUUURAP! Margo lets loose a mighty belch, bringing both hands up suddenly to her mouth. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, hehe!”] The two of you chat for some time, discussing your endeavors in the Gala thus far. The conversation is light and warm. You realize that this woman is not so stuffy and official as she lays on when you encountered her earlier in the foyer. After a generous amount of time passes, Margo absently taps her empty mug of beer. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey friend, do you think you could do me a favor and get me a new drink from the bartender? I’m feeling a good buzz coming on and I don’t wanna lose it! I mean, I was instructed to come to the Lounge by Monrose, so might as well enjoy myself, right?”] You nod in agreement; more drinks are always fun, and you’ve been enjoying the conversation thus far. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, and before you go, surprise me with whatever drink you think I would like best!”] Margo gives you a little wave before twirling her loosening red bun in her fingertips. (link:"Head to the Central Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''// You can see that Margo is clearly in a rush to relieve herself, so you decide to waste no time and give her some space to do her business. Respectfully, you also offer to avert your gaze. To this, Margo simply shakes her head. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I truly do not care if you watch me take a crap or not. Everyone must answer nature’s call. But your politeness is noted.”] Margo then wastes little time and unbuttons her waistband. Given her lack of modesty and apparent consent to watch, you can’t help but bear witness to the scene unfolding before you. The now stripped-down form of this well-toned woman lies in your eyesight. Margo has smooth creamy skin, unblemished and distinguished by the subtle curves of muscle beneath. She strips her lower garments quickly and with purpose, revealing to you her neatly trimmed bush and luscious lower lips. A stern determined expression is painted across her face, prepared to relieve herself in a swift manner. Her eyes lock with yours, belaying an almost curious expression. She knows you want to watch. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_55f40564a0064273b5ad7972ac67cc3b~mv2.png"> --- Next, you’re given a sudden spectacular view as Margo briefly turns around planting her firm butt upon the toilet. She holds in this position for a moment, knowing that you are watching her ass with intent. Two massive globes of tight creamy flesh encompass all of your view. Both cheeks immediately flex and spread unconsciously. Between their shadowy divide, a dark brown knot of tight muscle flares outwards. Margo’s anus is large but kept relatively clean and free of any body hair. The sphincter remains splayed as a rushing deluge of yellow liquid surges outwards below from betwixt the woman’s labial lips. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_818fd8207fd04e30a6fa9dce76455ae0~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Mmm. Finally, relief…I am not given much of a break from Mistress’ tasks, especially while guarding the second floor. Thus, I take the little time I have to use the restrooms.”] Who knew the Headmaster could be so cruel to restrict even bathroom breaks for her staff… The loud hissing sound of Margo’s bladder emptying is interrupted by a rude bassy noise as her asshole gapes open for a moment. (text-style:"rumble")[''BRAP!''] (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Excuse me.”] Then, before you, a slick crackling sound replaces the sudden expulsion of flatulence. Margo’s dark brown anus widens incredibly before you, as a slick coffee colored dark mass oozes out of the dilated hole. Meaty thumps echo out below as the bodyguard empties her colon of waste. You’re given brief glimpses of a reddish-brown interior past the outer gates of her asshole. But these moments are slight, as the corridor is constantly passing through continues masses of shit. The pace of her bowel movement is decidedly quick and efficient. The anus gapes open and flexes hard, attempting to remove any more waste they may have been trapped deeper within her body. From your perspective, the open rectum is completely clean, with no visible residue whatsoever. Margo then rips of a generous portion of neatly folded toilet paper before bringing it around towards her nearly spotless asshole. Her wipes are precise, cleaning her nearly spotless anus of any lingering exterior residue. She then pulls up her coal black underwear and pants, shimmying her toned waist into the tight slacks, before washing her hands. Before leaving, Margo stares back at you with a lingering sense of curiosity. Without a word, she leaves the stall. [[Continue|Toilets1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - Margo's Anal Troubles]''//(set: $MonroseA to it + 1) You instruct Margo to push as opposed to entering her hole once again. She agrees. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ok, wouldn’t want you getting lodged in there with the plug too! Here, come. I think things will be easier if I squat.”] Margo collects you in her gentle calloused palms before depositing you down onto the carpeted floor below. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Ok, stay still, I’m going to line up my bumhole with your body, then I’m going to push. As soon as you see the end of the plug, pull with all your strength! I know my tiny friend is more than capable.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_26077343e9314940975be6de048326af~mv2.png"> --- You stand beneath the towering legs of the giantess. Strong muscular calves and thighs lead up to her most private holes, hidden beneath the folds of her crotch. As Margo begins to lower, her pert butt spreads apart, revealing the dark brown lines of her anus. Slowly the hole eclipses the ceiling of your world, until your entire view is dominated by one large winking anus. #(text-style:"shudder")[Hrrrrghh!] Then, Margo flexes hard, keeping her anus pursed. You assist by pulling apart the edges of her butthole, the slick walls of her inner anus leaking anal grease onto your body. Eventually, through a series of readjusted pushes, a small black rubber handle crests the inner red portions of her butthole. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_e9197fb99dac4b66b530b7798bc72d69~mv2.png"> --- Without wasting a moment, you pull hard at the handle, the entirety of the buttplug slipping out in an instant. The toy falls limply onto your chest. You gaze up at the gaping entrance to Margo’s rectum just as a splattering bubble crests the rim of her butthole. #(text-style:"rumble")[SPRAP!] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_6567f1cb16014821a14b610bc3047391~mv2.png"> --- A messy anal fart blasts you with earthy ichor, far above Margo gasps, clenching her cheeks closed while bringing her hand back to sheepishly cover her noisy ass. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oof, sorry about that haha, that one just slipped out. I’ve heard that happens sometimes with anal play.”] She smiles timidly before wrapping you up in her gentle calloused palms. After a quick rinse off, Margo pats you dry and places you back on the tabletop. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“A little bit of an awkward first try, but still, thank you. Anal play has always been a fear of mine, but for a small part there before well…it got stuck…things felt REALLY good.” ] Carefully, Margo leans down and gives your head a tiny kiss. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I’d be down to try again in the future.”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_a980c6be1d5444f7ab0c3e3537425e56~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue|Monrose Gallery]]

(set: $BQuest to 2) You laugh off the situation and let Margo know it’s ok and that it even felt a little good! (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, haha cool, good to know.”] Margo’s blush subsides just a bit. She continues to shuffle about in her tight dress, pulling at the tight-fitting straps. Her skin is damp with perspiration. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey so, if you haven’t noticed yet, when I’m not on duty I can be a bit…well shy.”] She grumbles. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I didn’t even want to come to the Lounge, but Mistress Monrose demanded it for some reason, saying that it was fine if I left my post for the time being. Regardless, I have trouble talking with people I don’t really know.”] Her blue eyes, revealed fully with her glasses over her forehead, fixate on you with fondness. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“But…I’m glad you’re here though!”] Margo smiles warmly. With renewed vigor, the off-duty bodyguard reaches for her mug of beer, taking an extra second to check if any minimized students are taking a dip. She tilts the half full beer up high, bringing the beverage up to her lip. There’s quite a bit of beer still in there, but after only a handful of seconds, the woman drains the entire glass. Slamming the empty mug onto the tabletop, Margo shakes her head and shuts her eyes firmly, some of her loose bun coming undone. PAH! (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“That’s some refreshing stuff!” ] HUUURAP! Margo lets loose a mighty belch, bringing both hands up suddenly to her mouth. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, hehe!”] The two of you chat for some time, discussing your endeavors in the Gala thus far. The conversation is light and warm. You realize that this woman is not so stuffy and official as she lays on when you encountered her earlier in the foyer. After a generous amount of time passes, Margo absently taps her empty mug of beer. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hey friend, do you think you could do me a favor and get me a new drink from the bartender? I’m feeling a good buzz coming on and I don’t wanna lose it! I mean, I was instructed to come to the Lounge by Monrose, so might as well enjoy myself, right?”] You nod in agreement; more drinks are always fun, and you’ve been enjoying the conversation thus far. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Oh, and before you go, surprise me with whatever drink you think I would like best!”] Margo gives you a little wave before twirling her loosening red bun in her fingertips. (link:"Head to the Central Bar Top")[(go-to:"Bar Top")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Vaginal Canal]''// (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, ok Gilly show you she not in here!”] Gilly then squints up her face in focus, concentrating on manipulating her own vagina. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hrrmmm!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ea377a8cd2374d6b8f16ce666f980968~mv2.png"> --- Gilly then spreads her lips as wide as she can manage and flexes her vaginal canal hard. The bumpy canal flexes before gaping only the tiniest amount. You lean in close, a waft of muggy air smelling like tilled acidity assaults your nostrils. You need to be sure Laura isn’t in there. You get closer, hands splayed against her slick labial lips and pull her hole wide. Staring into her pussy, the flexing tunnel of bright red lets in a sliver of light from the outside world. Vaginal discharge drips off the cramped interior of Gilly’s body, pooling against the floor of her love canal. Further in, a tight donut shaped valve cuts off all light. She’s definitely not in Gilly’s vagina. You step away, the slick hole closing in quick, nearly clasping against your head. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“See, Gilly not hiding no one!”] (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Gilly Idle")]

(set: $TestHealth to 1 ) [[Damage+Death Jump]]

You died lol

Well I tried to write something for the professor. Far from perfect but I kinda like it (link:"Give it a try")[(set:$Chaos to 3); (set: $testFeet to "true"); (go-to:"Get Closer beneath the Professor")]

(set:$health2 to 10) (go-to: "Agatha Intestines"))

(set: $MargoFavor to true, $AgathaFavor to true, $GillyFavor to true) [[Margo Palm No Laura]] [[4Bead]]

(set: $MonroseA to 12) (set: $ladder to true) [[Monrose Idle]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You decide to head towards the long bar dominating the western wall of the lounge. Larger patrons come and go, hands filled with fanciful drinks as they chatter amongst themselves. Curiously enough, from your angle far far below on the ground, you can’t quite make out a bartender behind the bar top. It seems as though the patrons are communing with someone who doesn’t even appear to be present! Curious. On your own level a handful of minimized students are chattering with one another beneath an empty stool. At the southern end of the bar, the domineering purple mistress is busy chatting with someone across the bar. Distracted, she periodically takes deep draws of her wine, uncaring of her boisterous demeanor. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_df6a81575b3e438b93611e01140c5683~mv2.png"> --- [[Go Forward|Stool Eavesdrop]] – Ahead of you is the group of minimized students. Maybe you could eavesdrop on their chatter. [[Go South|South Bar]] – That woman holds some sway here. It might be of interest to you getting to know her, or sleuthing about.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lounge]''//(set: $FreshLounge to false) You stand now amongst the drowning burble of jazz and chatter. The Lounge is a place of cool festivities and loosened ambitions. The air is thick with the scent of various perfumes alongside the intense heavy aroma of alcohol. The people here are careless and distracted. You could join in with the fun or instead capitalize on this opportunity. The choice is yours. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_babe46631ea74bd0aee2c46706dc283a~mv2.png"> --- [[Go East to the Lounge Entrance|Lounge Entrance]] - Exit the Lounge. [[Go West to the Bar Top|Bar Top]] - Climb the rope ladder to return to the Bar Top. { (if: $MQuest <= 4)[ The booths to the south still look empty, no point in heading there yet. ] (if: $MQuest >= 5)[ [[Go South to the Booths|Booths]] - Head southward towards the quieter Booths. You notice some people collecting there now. ] }

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Floor]''// You emerge from behind the stool leg and briefly introduce yourself. Most minimized students are cordial with one another. After all, a majority of you understand the risks as well as perks that come with being tiny. The cautious girl approaches you, curious to know your thoughts regarding the domineering drunk giantess. “I was thinking of trying to find another way atop the bar, risking getting that woman’s attention from down here, given her condition, is just not worth it.” The group seems split, some wanting to take a risk at getting the giantes's attention from below while others are more trepidatious. --- [[Approach Head On|Distraction]] – Urge the group to approach the giantess together. There’s safety in numbers. [[Offer to Go Alone|Solo Mission]] – Urge the group to find another way up while you approach stealthily. [[Wait and Go Back|The Bar]] – Tell the group to wait for now.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// You get a bit closer to Gilly’s lower earlobe. The fleshy nodule hangs just within arm’s reach. Gently, you graze your hands against the smooth surface. Tiny soft hairs brush across your palms, feeling almost like peach fuzz. Farther upwards, you notice the tips of her pointed ears begin to wiggle, irritated by your touch. Off to the side her fingers begin to twitch. #(text-style:"sway")[Zzz…Mmrrr…] Seems like your actions are rousing her, but based on the sounds she is making, potentially disturbing her slumber as well. --- [[Let Sleeping Girls Lie|Approach Gilly’s face]] – Best not disturb her ears anymore. [[Continue to Tickle]] – This is the best way to wake her up!

“Understandable, at your scale it is imperative to take any opportunity to increase navigational results. --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

Professor Arc squints her eyes, cocking one eyebrow “It is not in my mind to judge your interests, nor for example would it be yours to judge mine.” Carefully, the Professor lifts your form up from the cold medical pan. Her fingers, it seems, are just as cold as the pan. She then brings you up towards her emerald green eyes. Her bare lips part. “If by chance I was to enjoy myself with a consenting, TINY, individual.” Your eyes go wide with the connotation of the Professor’s words. “There is a personal reason why I chose to develop Mechanoids in the first place.” She places you back down upon the medical pan. “But, first, work. Then, if you accomplish some tasks for me, we may revisit this.” Professor Arc winks down at you before regaining her professional disposition. --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #1: Toilet]''// You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. You begin to turn the corner before you suddenly halt in your tracks. As you round the bend, a heavy scent of earth and more foul smells fill your nose. It's obvious someone recently went to the bathroom here. At the back of the toilet, a wooden plunger stands upright. You could potentially climb it to get up and onto the toilet's rear. --- (if: $Chaos is >=3)[Despite the heady aroma assaulting your senses, your curiosity gets the better of you, climbing up the toilet to gaze down into the bowl is a REQUIREMENT for you and your foul mind. (text-colour:#745e49)[ [[Proceed to climb]] ] ](else:)[You think twice before climbing up the plunger, let alone getting any closer to the foul smell emanating from the toilet. ((text-colour:orange)[Requires +3 Chaos])] You can [[go back|Door 1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2:Toilet]''// You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here. You can [[go back|Door 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #3: Toilet]''// You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. A small out of service sign rests on top of the toilet. Seems as though this one is out of commission. You can [[go back|Door 3]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #4: Toilet]''// You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here. Off to the side is a small mirror. (link-replace: 'Inspect') [ --- Despite everything, it's still you.] You can [[go back|Door 4]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #5: Toilet]''// You decide to head towards the gilded toilet behind the frosted glass. The toilet area is spotless and clean. Nothing amiss here. You can [[go back|Door 5]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''//(set: $Cheese to false)(set: $GillyGas to true) With a toss that would set a shot-putter to shame, you launch the mass of cheese square onto her tongue. Without closing her maw, Gilly maneuvers the oily mass to the center of her mouth. The cheese is already starting to melt and break down from the sheer humidity of her breath. You shudder to think that this is just an ordinary process for the start of her digestive system. To break down and assimilate matter into her own. You wonder if Gilly’s digestive system is different in any way to a normal girl’s, given her already strange, augmented tendencies. As you ponder this anomaly, Gilly does not hesitate in showing her food where it belongs. The tongue tilts back slowly with expert precision as the cheese wavers just below the tip of her uvula. Then, her tonsils flex, the uvula scrunches to the roof of her maw and then… ##(text-style:"sway")[GLP! PAH!] The cheese is gone. Only an exhale of stale cheesy air to mark its presence in this world a moment ago. It’s now somewhere within Gilly’s inner world. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Yum yum, thanks Morsel!”] She pats her tummy briefly before crawling away to another corner of the Lab. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_b035dc572ecc4f98ab7d5d4177edfba8~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Return to Lab Center")[(go-to:"Lab Exploration2")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Gilly's Face]''// Whether it’s the mugginess in the air clouding your head with Gilly’s oral scent or unabated curiosity, you decide to approach even closer and lay your hands upon the thin little lips before you. Placing your hands gently upon their surface you find that the texture is hardly as rough as it looks. At your scale, the tiny creases formed in Gilly’s lips are still smooth despite their dryness. Further in, your hands begin to slightly dampen as the inner portions of her lip contain a healthy level of saliva. The slickest spots, where the river of saliva cascades over her lip, are smooth and sticky. You are so delighted with fascination that you don’t even have time to notice Gilly’s maw parting evermore. The top lip is now meters above, dim light shines into the fleshy maw, a massive tongue then darts out, planting directly against your abdomen. #(text-style:"blink")[SLIP!] The wind is knocked out from your lungs as you are pushed back against the ground, pinned by the tip of Gilly’s tongue. The appendage then splays out, becoming flat and wide, lapping you up with a single lick. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_7912d9929a264561affae399f9ddaf4d~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"buoy")[MMLEM!] The stickiness of her tongue keeps you firmly in place, before the tongue suddenly retracts, plunging you into a viscous dark chamber. Gilly’s mouth. The roof of her ridged maw slams into your body as her tongue raises you upwards firmly. Then, the tip of Gilly’s tongue curls against the back of your skull, causing your body to slip quickly and efficiently towards the black pulsating hole at the rear of her mouth. The Throat. Feet slipping quickly over the bumpy ridges of Gilly’s tastebuds, you try and grab onto something, anything, before you begin to slip even further forwards. Her uvula flexes just out of reach, as if taunting your efforts to stay put. And then, just as you feel your feet make contact with a firm spongy surface, a deafening sound causes your ears to pop. A familiar sensation sets in… #(text-style:"buoy")[GLLLLRKKK!] Swallowed. Yet, this time is slightly different. You body is ferried not downwards, but instead forwards and upwards. Given that Gilly is lying down, a strange sensation of peristalsis urges you deeper into the Gremlin Girl’s body. Like an organic conveyer belt, your are squeezed forwards, before gravity attempts to bring you back down. But her body is persistent, for each time you slip back towards the entrance of her throat, the esophagus clamps shut behind you and a wave of muscle pushes you up and deeper into her core, driving you directly towards her awaiting stomach. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c149cbd167924f40b3e52e4a6f6e79a1~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"blink")[BDMP…BDMP…BDMP…] The slow rhythmic pulses of Gilly’s heart are calm and consistent, given that she is still sleeping. Quiet gurgles then begin to replace the tempo of her circulatory system. #(text-style:"sway")[Glllmmm…] Your feet then press up against her cardiac sphincter, the entrance to her stomach, but the valve refuses to open. Here, you remain for what seems like eternity, the sphincter only opening briefly a couple of inches to give you a glimpse of the chamber that lies beyond. A wrinkly sac with filaments of fluid. You don’t know how much time you have stuck here at the bottom of Gilly’s throat. Whether you remain or act is up to you. --- [[Continue|Gilly’s Throat]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[True Introductions]''// (set: $YellowBand to true) (set: $AgathaBest to true) (set: $Grace to it + 1) (if: $glasses is 1)[The face of the giant Creepy Girl lights up as you present to her the pair of lost glasses. (text-colour:#675b70)["Aha! You found them!"] Swiftly, she dons the pair.] Blinking about, the Creepy Girl, now looking a little bit less Creepy, seems to regain some composure. Gone is the ominous visage as she straightens out some of her loose hair, adjusts the spectacles and gazes down at the tiny who is TRULY not Logan. (text-colour:#675b70)["Oh my GOSH! You're not Logan! I’m sooooo sorry!"] Her face pouts in sorrow, then shifts to a red hue. (text-colour:#675b70)["I didn't mean to say all those things from earlier...It's just, when I lose my glasses, I can get a little frazzled."] She scratches the back of her head in embarrassment. (text-colour:#675b70)["Anyways, my name is Agatha! I'm part of the group Illusions and Spectacles. We're doing a magic show inside the Mansion later this evening and Logan is my tiny assistant. Our relationship is purely professional and everything I say and do around him is merely roleplay, MHM!"] Agatha nods her head, but somewhere deep down you doubt this is all truth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_f1b71c3712ce4a168c10ea070e1bd3af~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, care to hop on and [[come on inside with me|Entrance with Agatha]]? Or would you prefer to find your [[own way|Part Ways with Agatha]] in still? (if: $glasses is 1)[(text-colour:#675b70)["By the way, if you do find Logan, tell them I need them ASAP! Give them this(text-colour:yellow)[ [ornate wristband]<c1|], they need it to gain entrance to the Illusions and Spectacles backstage area.]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You take the small wristband. Fit for a tiny, the band is made of a thick plastic, adorned with a tiny pendant at the center. It depicts a silhouetted woman in a top hat and held in her palm is a tiny figure.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[The Booths - Agatha's Crotch]''// You make a mention of grabbing you both some drinks and suddenly Agatha’s eyes light up. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Yeeeash! More booze, let’s go go go!”] Without warning, Agatha grabs you in her smooth palms and dangles you over the floor cushions below. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Kay kay, little one, go get me something sweet!” ] Unceremoniously you’re dropped down below to the plush cushions. Calling out as you leave, Agatha gives you a warning. (text-colour:#675b70)[“But, if uhhh, you come back with nothing, then I’m allowed to put ya somewhere nice and…uhh warm.” ]She waggles her eyebrows with little to no subtlety. --- (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Booths")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Dodging Mrs. Larson's Foot]''// [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 50)[You right yourself amongst the slippery suds and rush off, this time more carefully, to the side doorframe. ##(text-style:"shudder")[''THUMP!''] Were you there a moment ago, you may have been a tiny red stain speckled across this woman's sole. You hide behind the wooden pillar, out of sight and thankfully out of the way of Mrs. Larson's crushing feet. [[Continue|Larson Encounter Unaware]]] (else:)[You panic, slipping and sliding amongst the suds. Unfortunately, you are unable to right yourself in time before the feet draw ever closer...[[Continue|Larson foot squish2]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Cheese Challenge]''//(set: $Gillytrust to true) You begin to carefully explain to Gilly in a way that she may understand that the cheese you found for her is dangerous and could pose her harm. Her face suddenly brightens up in shock and embarrassment with your words. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ah! Gilly is silly. Stoopid stoopid…”] She begins to knock at her head with eyes closed and fists clenched. Still in her stooped position, head inches from your form, you slowly approach and rest a tender hand against her cheek. You caress the pliant flesh assuredly, letting Gilly know its fine. Then, Gilly raises her head back up from the ground and snickers. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hehe, thanks Morsel. You help Gilly!”] Quickly, she brings her chapped lips over to your side and gives you a quick smooch. Mwah! (text-colour:#6f956f)["Hehe."] Then, quizzically, she ponders for a moment, finger resting on her small chin. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Maybe Morsel give Gilly just nice piece of snack, not bad part?”] Seems as though she understands the distinction between the moldy portion and clean portion of the cheese. You assess the oily mass. For the most part, the clean half seems free of any dangerous mold. --- [[Cut off the clean part and give it to Gilly]] [[Keep all the Cheese]] You may need all of it.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Under Mrs. Larson's Foot]''// (if: (random: 1, 100) <= 70)[You hold your breath, calming your body and mind. You know that if you panic you will merely reduce the oxygen in your blood stream even faster. Relaxing, you hear the muffled sounds of Mrs. Larson speaking to someone higher above. Then, the conversation comes to an end, the foot lifting away from you. *GASP* You draw in an enormous breath; still prone you notice the figure of Mrs. Larson high above you walking away. ##''SMACK! '' Slapping her own rear, Mrs. Larson begins to hum to herself happily once more, sauntering into the shower room hall. She approaches the pool door, fishes out a small key card hidden between her cleavage and hovers it against a scanner beside the door. There is a beep, and the pool door opens. The sight of Mrs. Larson's heavy ass is the last thing you see before she walks outside to the pool. [[Continue|Shower Stalls2]]] (else:)[You try with all your might to hang on, yet panic begins to get the better of you. (text-colour:red)[ [[Continue|Larson Squish]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// Your eyes dart around, searching for any opportunity to escape. You know that once the Professor starts to slip her foot into the shoe, it will be nearly impossible to break free. The insole is designed to fit snugly, and the Professor's foot applies just enough pressure to keep you trapped. As the Professor leans forward, her toes flexing and releasing in a slow, tantalizing rhythm, you see your chance. With a burst of determination, you push against the fabric of the insole, trying to create some space between yourself and the shoe. It's a struggle, but you manage to wiggle free just enough to slip out from beneath the Professor's toes. "Oh, you are already leaving ? Hmmm sad that you don't wanna stay longer my little foot toy...." [[Continue|West Lab Equipment]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Asshole]''//(set: $MetGilly to 2) You decide to approach Gilly’s slightly darkened and tacky butthole. The translucent leotard does little to hide her puckered starfish. Tucked neatly into the divide, her creamy green skin shifts in tone as the surface gets pinker towards the center. Here, at your scale, you notice a variety of details that would be imperceivable for someone of a regular size. Up close, her anus is completely devoid of hair. You notice tiny pores exuding glistening droplets of sweat, but even adjacent to these openings, there are no follicles whatsoever. Here too, the space is hot and sour, an earthy miasma that sends your head spinning. It’s not a good smell conventionally, but something about the rawness of it sends your loins ablaze. Then comes the temperature. Alongside the humidity, her nethers, the entire thing really, is a cramped divide of flesh that just radiates heat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8558c00be7e04f19a49ba6a8251e93cf~mv2.png"> --- Eventually, you come to a stop, just inches away from the outside of her crotch, the band of her leotard, translucent, yet covering the entrance deeper into her body. Below this hole is her perineum or colloquially, Gilly’s taint. The small stretch of skin has its own wrinkles and marks, just like her anus. You look to either side of her tightly wedged garment. There seems to be just enough space for you to slip around the side and perhaps get on the other end of this wall of cloth. --- [[Slip Into her Anus|Gilly Anus3]] [[Go Back|Tunnels F]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Pussy]''//(set: $MetGilly to 2) You decide to approach Gilly’s pink and supple vaginal lips. The translucent leotard does little to hide her tender butterfly like labial wings. Tucked neatly into the divide, her creamy green skin shifts in tone as the surface gets pinker towards the center. Here, at your scale, you notice a variety of details that would be imperceivable for someone of a regular size. Up close, her pussy is completely devoid of hair. You notice tiny pores exuding glistening droplets of sweat, but even adjacent to these openings, there are no follicles whatsoever. Here too, the space is warm and muggy, a pheromone laced miasma causing droplets of Gilly’s secretions to condense on your body. You’re already wet and you haven’t even touched her yet. Then comes the temperature. Alongside the humidity, her crotch, the entire thing really, is a cramped divide of flesh that just radiates heat. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8558c00be7e04f19a49ba6a8251e93cf~mv2.png"> --- Eventually, you come to a stop, just inches away from the outside of Gilly’s crotch, the band of her leotard, translucent, yet covering the entrance deeper into her body. Above that hole, is a smaller second orifice. This valve, her urethra, is scarcely noticeable. An ammonia like smell originates from this spot while lower, the vagina’s scent is sweeter. The two intermix, creating the pheromone laced space that you find yourself in. You look to either side of her tightly wedged garment. There seems to be just enough space for you to slip around the side and perhaps get on the other side of this wall of sticky cloth. --- [[Slip Into her Pussy|Gilly Vagina3]] [[Go Back|Tunnels F]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. The air is musty and dry, smelling of freshly tilled soil. The guiding stone wall that you rest your palm on suddenly gives way to nothingness. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can go [[East|Tunnels 2]] (if: $Gillytrust is true)[ You can go [[West|Tunnels A]] - There is a waft of chilled air flowing from the West. Seems like something recently dug a new pathway in the Tunnels. ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. The air is musty and dry, smelling of freshly tilled soil. (if: $Flashlight is true)[With your flashlight, you know that going east will take you deeper into the tunnels while West will take you back.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can go [[East|Tunnels 4]] You can go [[West|Tunnels 1]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. The air is musty and dry, smelling of freshly tilled soil. The wall gives way into nothingness. Ahead of you there is void. All other cardinal directions, there is nothingness. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can continue [[forward|Tunnels 5]] Or you can [[go back|Tunnels 2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You continue forward and suddenly the ground slips out beneath you. Skidding downwards at a steep angle you come to a sudden stop, landing roughly upon a damp muddy floor. At your back, the angle of the slope is too sheer to climb. (if: $TunnelMouse1 is true)[Suddenly, you hear something faint off in the distance. (text-style:"fidget")[“(text-colour:#6f956f)[Ahehehe…A Morsel, just for me…]”] The sound of dirt shifting somewhere far echoes off the cold stone walls. (set: $TunnelMouse1 to false)] You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. The air is damp and acrid. You’ve lost all meaning of cardinal direction. You’ll need to rely on your nonvisual senses from this point on. (if: $Flashlight is true)[You shine the flashlight. The damp areas seem to lead you deeper, while dry locations have you doubling back from whence you came.] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can [[follow the source of the dampness|Damp1]] Or you can [[keep to the dry spots]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. The air is musty and dry, smelling of freshly tilled soil. A cool breeze billows past you from the west. You lose track of where you are. Going east is no longer feasible. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can go [[West|Tunnels B]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. You begin to hear a quiet rumbling farther to the west. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can go [[East|Tunnels A]] You can go [[West|Tunnels C]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels]''//(set: $MetGilly to 1) Suddenly, off in the distance, you notice a familiar orange glow brightening the darkness of the damp tunnels. Coming closer to the light, you make out the source of the rumblings from earlier. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ef409679f534462e8c2db1d062d2ee28~mv2.png"> --- It’s none other than Gilly, eyes half lidded letting out some residual light, snoozing peacefully in a Yoga pose. Basically, head down, ass up. But, given her positioning, her rear end is blocking the rest of the tunnel! Firmly wedged into the path, her ass is smooshed into the western opening firmly, preventing even you at your minimized state from getting by. Seems like this is the end of the road from this direction. --- [[Approach Gilly’s face]] – Maybe you can wake her up from the front. [[Approach Gilly’s side]] – Perhaps there is a way around her? [[Go Back|Tunnels B]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- You can go [[East|Tunnels E]] You can go [[West|Utility Closet Entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels]''// You are in the pith black darkness of the Manor’s inner stone tunnels. In front of you is a wall of pliant soil. Would not take much to shift some of it out of the way. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3bd82bceba844b599d194faab6d77917~mv2.png"> --- (if: $MetGilly is 1)[ Dig [[East|Tunnels F]] - Perhaps this is the other half of the tunnel Gilly was digging? ](else:)[Seems like this is the end of the line or now unfortunately. [[Go Back|Tunnels D]]] (if: $MetGilly is 2)[ You can go [[West|Tunnels D]] Or you can go [[East|Tunnels F]] ]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The West Tunnels - Gilly's Rear]''// (if: $MetGilly is 1)[You begin to shift aside heaps of soil, shoveling what is to you, large boulders and clods of heaped up dirt. Nevertheless, clearing this pathway could have its benefits in connecting the tunnels that Gilly was digging earlier. Lone behold, after minutes of tiresome digging, your hand strikes something rubbery, soft and…green? You fervently continue to clear away the soil, having struck ‘gold’ if you will. The spongey substance is pliant, slightly damp, and smells sour. Then revealed is another material, this one is dark green, stretchy and plastic like. Its sopping wet and smells heavily like someone’s crotch. Rich with the heady scent of pheromones and desire. It’s warm to the touch and sticky white sliminess clings to your fingers. You clear further above, near the tunnel’s roof, following the deep jade material. Near the top, the cloth dips into a small divide. Here the material is piping hot and beneath the skin is rubbery and ridged. This spot smells earthy and rich at the same time, a scent that opens your nostrils instantly with its acridness. Just barely, you can make out a dark brownish pink coloration that deepens to red the closer you make it to the center. Eventually, it hits you. You take a step back, having now fully cleared the tunnel. You’re staring at Gilly’s tight leotard clad asshole and vagina! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_97bd00b8e6354cb6995954da8336fbea~mv2.png"> --- You look at either side of her wide butt cheeks. Wedged tight it seems. No getting past her here. Given your efforts earlier, it’ll most likely be near impossible to wake Gilly from her sleep. Regardless, you surmise that you could still give it a shot from this end. Stimulating her bits could rouse this goblin-esque princess from her slumber. ] (if: $MetGilly is 2)[ You stand before Gilly’s mighty behind, a towering wall of lime colored flesh with a wedge of dark jade cloth tucked neatly between her folds. The leotard hugs her skin tightghly, accentuating her puckered asshole and heavy labial lips. Her anus radiates heat and exotic smells while her pussy below is rich with pheromone like scents and the sopping wetness of Gilly’s own secretions. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_97bd00b8e6354cb6995954da8336fbea~mv2.png"> --- ] --- [[Go West|Tunnels E]] [[Approach Gilly’s Anus|Tunnel Anus]] – This is a tender spot. Despite the smell, might be a sensitive area to stimulate. [[Approach Gilly’s Vagina|Tunnel Vagina]] – The Gremlin Girl’s pleasure hole. It’s sopping wet, a mixture of both sweat and vaginal discharge. You’d definitely get soaked in the stuff.

(char-style: via (t8n-delay:pos*80)+(t8n:'instant'))[A pleasure to make your acquaintance.]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Game: TROUBLE]''// With a keen eye, you notice that this final gummy is tied much looser than the rest. Diligently you get to work loosening the knot. Beneath, the slurping sounds of Gilly’s wet maw get ever louder. You can feel her breath against your feet, droplets of her saliva condensing on your lower half. The sweet-sour haze of her exhalations envelope you in a miasma of her inner world. Your head spins due to the carbon dioxide of Gilly’s breath replacing much of the oxygen around you. Then, thankfully, the gummy comes fully loose! Down past you the gummy falls directly into Gilly’s mouth. Her eyes go wide in surprise, not expecting another candy before nomming on you. It surges directly past her tongue just as the Gremlin Girl gasps in surprise. #(text-style:"sway")[AH!? ACK! ] Immediately she begins to hack and cough, the gummy having gone down her windpipe. Then, the sounds of coughing cease entirely as Gilly begins to choke! What will you do? [[Climb Up|Gilly Bad Victory]] – While she’s chocking you could climb up to victory. [[Slide Down|Gilly Chocking]] – Gilly is chocking, you need to help her.

(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(text-colour:orange)[Chaos]: $Chaos | (text-colour:cyan)[Grace]: $Grace | [[Inventory]] | [[Wristbands]] | (text-colour:red)[[[Restart|Are you sure]]]] (unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(text-colour:grey)[---------------------------------------------------------------------]][(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[ <div class="button-container">  <button class="dark-button" onclick="saveGame()">Save Game</button>  <input type="file" id="loadInput" style="display:none" onchange="loadGame(event)">  <button class="dark-load-button" onclick="document.getElementById('loadInput').click()">Load Game</button> ]]

(set: $BCBC to 1) [[Continue|Agatha Stomach CHOICE]]

(set: $atune to 1) [[Margo Pentagram]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Polish Rules]''// #1. Titles ^Above you will notice a title! This is something that you can be added simply by copy and pasting from passage to passage. Nearly all passages require a title. There are only 2 ways to alter titles. The first is the color of the line beneath the title. The rules for which color to choose are as follows: Green - All default passages / normal passages. (when in doubt, just use green) Magenta - Any passage that has magenta text / interactable magenta text. Usually smut scenes. Red - Dead Ends Orange - Chaos gains or Chaos based situations. Cyan - Grace gains or Grace based situations. Purple - Fights! Something new I have been adding. Yellow - Key item passages or *NEW* the succesfull route a player takes in most fight scenarios. Simply choose which color you believe fits the best and if I disagree I would simply change it myself. The second way a title is customized is through the actual title itself! Simply leave this blank for me to add in during my edits. --- #2. Line Breaks Sometimes text will be really long and story like. In these passages there may only be a one option at the end for the character to choose from. In these situations, "Continue" will usually be the only choice. These passages do not require a line break. [[Continue]] However, some passages will have multiple choices. In these passages, a line break MUST be added for clarity of reading. Sometimes in the writing process I will add these myself, but sometimes I forget :P --- [[Go Left]] [[Go Right]] Above you will notice that I have added 3 dashes "-" to create a line break. The choices must also have 1 space between them ALWAYS and never touch. --- #3. Text Effects Almost ALL sound effects must be in #LARGE FONT. Generally, add more effects as its easier for me to remove them if I think too many have been used. The exception to this rule is if the Main Character has made a sound effect themselves, either from their own body or if they impact something, ie a fall. BAM! <In most situations would not be large font. For text animations, creative liberty can be used. A side to side motion may use the Sway or Shudder effect depending on speed for example. Additionally, if ever the Main Character is within the body of a giantess, always apply the Blur effect to any speech text that the giantess is using. **IMPORTANT** Large text that has a # before it will alway shave WIDE gaps above and below them. This does not look good when reading. So, the following MUST be applied during polishing. UNPOLISHED EXAMPLE. - There is a space above and below the larger text with an animation. She burped very loudly! #(text-style:"rumble")[URP!] Then she wiped her mouth. POLISHED EXAMPLE. - Here, the spaces are removed. Thus, it looks better when reading. She burped very loudly! #(text-style:"rumble")[URP!] Then she wiped her mouth. #4. Colorizing Fonts All major named characters must have specific colorized text. There are some exceptions on when to color their text or not. The rule is, only colorize fonts that are words spoken by the character and do not colorize their sound effects. For example: (text-colour:green)["Oooh you look tasty!"] #(text-colour:green)[(text-style:"blink")[YUM!]] ^In the above example, the larger text with an effect, "YUM!" is colorized because it is still a WORD that the speaker is stating. However, some situations do not require colorized text EVEN if the sound is coming from the character themselves. For example: (text-colour:green)["Ooof, I ate too much!"] (text-style:"sway")[URP!] In this example, the text for "URP!" is not colorized because it is NOT a word but is a sound the character is making. There are a lot of exception to this rule, and are generally case by case. Like, Monrose's laugh "BAHAHA!" is usually colorized even though it isnt a word. It is less of a sound and more of a style of her speech, thus its colored.

(set: $prybar to true) (set: $stringA to 1) (set: $WaterBottle to true) (set: $Flashlight to true) [[New Inventory]] (set: $inventory to (a:)) (if: $prybar)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Bobby Pin - Purple and black, it bends slightly."))] (if: $stringA is 1)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Frayed Lace - A small length of white string. Could be used to tie things."))] (if: $glasses)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Glasses - A pair of well-worn glasses. There's a band of tape holding them together in the middle."))] (if: $Lipstick)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Black Lipstick - Mostly used up, the roll has a swirling purple pattern running up its length. A plastic skull fits over top as a makeshift cap."))] (if: $Note1)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Vol.1 of the Serpentine Waltz. (link-reveal: 'Read: ') [Step 1 - Step forward with the left foot. Step 2 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]"))] (if: $Note2)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Vol.2 of the Serpentine Waltz. (link-reveal: 'Read: ') [Step 3 - Step forward with the left foot. Step 4 - Move your right foot sideways to the right.]"))] (if: $WaterBottle)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Mini Water Bottle - *Fiji Supreme Water.* Are those gold flecks inside? Pretty fancy."))] (if: $Flashlight)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Flashlight - The small black keychain flashlight is a perfect size for you."))] (if: $CrushCore)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Crush Core - A tiny, even at your scale, metallic dome. The object vibrates slightly in your palms. It would not take much pressure to release the tiny drones within."))] (if: $Cheese)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Moldy Cheese - Smells absolutely awful at your scale. A small lump of white fuzz grows on one half of the orange cheddar."))] (if: $Cheese2)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Cheese - Smells pretty bad, but still edible. A rich old cheddar with oaky notes."))] (if: $Screwdriver)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Watch Screwdriver - It's a small watch screwdriver, perfect for your scale."))] (if: $PoolKeyCard)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Pool Key Card - A small stamp-sized card made of hard plastic. It's glossy black like obsidian glass."))] (if: $Cherry)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Cherries - Sticky maraschino cherries, used for cocktail drinks. Super sweet!"))] (if: $BCB)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Black Cat Brew - A swirling vial of highly concentrated alcohol. Bound to get anyone wasted with just a couple of drops."))] (if: $Fork)[(set: $inventory to it + (a: "Plastic Fork - A simple plastic utensil."))] (set: $inventory to (sorted: ...$inventory)) (if: (length: $inventory) > 0)[ (repeat: each _item, ...$inventory)[(print: _item) + "\n"] ] (else:)[ (nobr) [Your inventory is empty.] ] (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''//(set: $MelissaE to 2)(set: $BCB to true) You shine the light carefully into the dusty darkness, given you an even better view of the deepest recesses beneath the couch. You continue to trek forwards; seemingly the space is vacant. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pressure align at the base of your neck as a muffled voice of someone familiar whispers into your ear. “Don’t move, ok?” --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d9e336db8e2140708c7961d69c6ad551~mv2.png"> --- A feminine masked figure, clad in a form fitting black leather bodysuit stands up from a squat and walks from your periphery before you. She holds out a long blade in her right hand, the weapon extended the tip grazing against the nape of your neck towards your throat as she saunters before you. She pulls the mask down. It’s Melissa, the bartender! “Oh, it’s you. Sorry for the theatrics there.” With an expert hand, she sheathes the blade at her side. Melissa jostles her curly hair, freeing it of some loose dust. “Thought you were a crazed devotee of Monrose. Can’t be certain what those folks will do to gain her favor.” She squats down low to the ground, “So, tell me what you’re doing here and then ill do the same.” Quickly, you explain your story thus far, filling her in on all the details. “Hmm, seems like you’re in a bit of a situation here. But, given the circumstances, you may be able to help me.” She fishes out a small black vial from a side pouch, taped on the front is a drawing of a sinister looking black cat. I’ll explain my situation and how you can help me in the same way. “You see, I work with someone else here in the Manor to…well…covertly gather information.” Melissa dances around the topic, still uncertain if she can fully trust you. She clenches her brown eyes firmly and sighs. “This little concoction of mine is called the Black Cat Brew. It’s been augmented with Monrose’s own DNA.” She twirls the small vial between her fingers. “It’s always been my little safety net when dealing with that ravenous mistress.” She locks eyes with you now. “But I think it’ll be more use to you right now given the situation you find yourself in.” She tosses you the vial, you snatch it from the air. It’s warm. “Listen. I’ve seen your actions at the bar. You’re a kindred spirit. Not too many like you nowadays. If you find yourself in a dire situation with Mistress Monrose, don’t hesitate to upturn that vial if you well…find yourself…inside her.” You shuffle nervously. You’ve known there was always a chance she would swallow you down like those other students from earlier, you just hoped it wouldn’t come to fruition. “If you make it out of here in one piece, you can come find me in the depths of the Manor.” She winks, pulling up her mask once more before returning into the shadows. “I think you know where…” All too soon, Melissa disappears. You glance down at the Black Cat Brew. Hopefully you don’t have to use this thing. [[Go Back|Head Under the Couch]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,grey)[The Black Cat Brew]''//(set: $BCBC to 2) You reach for the tiny vial with slickened hands. You recall this concoction was augmented by a strange being back when you explored the closet. It was altered to be used on Mistress Monrose. Still, you expect the results to be at least somewhat similar in any belly. Holding onto the glass confidently, you brush away the vile white slime that coats your palms before opening the cork and upturning the bottle. The substance flows free of the vial unlike anything you have seen before. While corked, the Black Cat Brew was assuredly a liquid. Yet now, it pours free from the glass like smoke. Wispy heavy tendrils begin to pool against the rugae lined floor of Agatha’s stomach. At your scale, thin veins, rich with red blood, course through the giantess’s stomach lining in tandem with her pulse. Astonishingly, as the smoke reaches the capillary, the rich crimson hue shifts immediately to a sickly blackish grey. A chain reaction occurs in a split second, the vibrant rosiness of your chamber replaced by a hazy blackish fog of smoke. You begin to cough, the sourness of the air immediately replaced with choking thick fumes. Your vision blurs, veins of black crisscrossing like spiderwebs within your own periphery. Agatha’s stomach reacts accordingly, flexing and folding to half its scale with the sudden release of the Black Cat Brew. #(text-style:"sway")[Grrmmm…SLORP!] As you begin to black out, you feel the floor beneath you heave, the sounds of a retching giantess echoing far above. [[Continue…|Agatha BARF]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[Trip Laser]''// (if: $LooseScrew is true)[You've already loosened the screws on the Trip Laser.](else:)[With deft hands, you swiftly loosen both screws with the small watch screwdriver. Gingerly removing the dome, you notice a small switch which you promply turn off. Should be easy enough to sneak around now.(set: $LooseScrew to true)] --- [[Go Back|Inspect the source of the light.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You maneuver about in the black inkiness of the tunnels and miraculously find a source of light off in the distance. You follow the bright white aura until you reach a small chrome grate. Before you can pass through the grate, a dusty rough hand grabs onto you firmly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gotcha, Morsel! Guess you found home even with no Gilly, clever!”] The pressure of her fist around your body and the lack of oxygen causes your head to spin as you black out… --- [[Continue|Gilly Destination2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bar - Monrose's Ass]''// You use the stickiness of the gum to scale up the smooth bronze thigh. Eventually, you reach a curtain of purple cloth that marks the entrance beneath Mistress Monrose’s dress. As far as you can tell, from your vantage point on her thigh, there is no other way upwards. In the dim light, you can barely make out a silhouette of what lies beyond. With her legs still crossed, Mistress Monrose’s bare upper thighs are heavy and plump. Ridges of cellulite squish together beneath her dress, her thighs imposing and massive, even for a regular sized individual. You’re astonished as her legs begin to unfold, revealing to you a spectacularly surprising sight. Mistress Monrose is commando, having decided to go without underwear altogether. You’re flashed by the sight of a neatly trimmed bush in the shape of a heart just above her mons. Heavy fleshy curtains of deep red and brown labial lips peak out betwixt her lower folds. Lower down furrowed dark brown skin belays the start of her perenium. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4b25a081873f430dae291b37e3e9aa9a~mv2.png"> --- Once more, just like when you listened to her sing, you are transfixed, locked in place by the Mistress’s lurid display. Then, the legs fold again as she readjusts her seated position, blocking off the heavenly view. All of this movement, however, did not bode well for you. The shifting of Mistress Monrose’s thighs causes you to slip off towards the side, but thankfully not towards the ground and instead towards the stool’s cushion below. [[Continue|Cushion Squish]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[West Hall - Utility Closet]''// You slip underneath the wide gap between the floor and wooden door into the Utility Closet. The interior is dark, with bits of seeping light from the hall illuminating the interior just barely. The orange glow casts deep shadows on the objects within like eerie silhouettes of spectral ghosts. Heaps of old musty boxes alongside janitorial equipment are the predominant items stored here. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_8db5e28ab0a5436fb3ec1fb8ee221bc0~mv2.png"> --- You struggle to find anything of use other than a cast iron vent along the Eastern wall. As you finish your exploring, you notice in your periphery a small cardboard box that looks unlike the rest. It’s painted with a strange upside-down triangle on the side; each point a different color. The left tip is purple, the right jade, and the bottom a blood red crimson. Curiously, you get a bit closer to the painting when you notice a minimized, gaunt, pale figure hunched beside the box. It locks eyes with you before scurrying inside its painted container…on all fours. --- (text-colour:green)[ [[Investigate the Painted Box]]] – That thing looked somewhat like a student, but off. [[Inspect the Eastern Vent]] – More vents mean more traversal through the Manor. [[Go Back|West Hall Entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[The Bodyguard - Thigh Squish]''// Suddenly, your chamber shifts about at a wild rate. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Tiny ants crawling around in my pants again. I doubt you bugs will be able to handle this kind of pressure!”] Then, the two walls of thigh flesh collide with one another. ##(text-style:"shudder")[WHOOOM!] You feel your body squeeze under the pressure of the Bodyguard’s steel thighs, before thankfully releasing. You begin to draw in another breath before a second slam knocks out what little air is left in your lungs. ##(text-style:"rumble")[WHAM!] The constant rhythm of solid thigh flesh squeezing and releasing you is too much. The force has completely muffled you, and in one last final squeeze, the bodyguard keeps her thighs held snuggly together as she growls in anger. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Grrrrr! MM!”] You fade into blackness… (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Hmmph, seems as though the movement has ceased. Good riddance.”] For you, a simple imperceivable red stain is all that remains plastered against the exterior of the Bodyguard’s lacey panties. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_fe860f52ca91498c8c3aa8bd3c7387f4~mv2.png"> --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Vagina]''// You holler out from inside your confines in Gilly’s vagina. Through a series of taps and shouts, eventually the Gremlin Girl gets the gist of what you are trying to inform her of. ##(text-colour:grey)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh, ok we go Morsel!”]] The pliant flesh of Gilly’s vagina flexes and bounces with her movement, tightening periodically with the shifts of her vaginal muscles to keep you from entering her uterus. Then, the rhythmic thumping of Gilly’s movements comes to a sudden stop. The clenching of her slick vaginal walls becomes impossibly tight as she attempts to rebirth you. ##(text-style:"blur","sway")[HNNNG!] You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around. There is a brief glimpse of light shining through her outer lips. You slip through the fleshy folds closer to the exit. ##(text-colour:grey)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh yes, Morsel!”]] It appears she enjoys your attempts at escape. You decide to aggressively push yourself forward towards her exit. Above you, your head brushes past a hard boney protrusion, her G-Spot. Immediately the flesh around you clenches impossibly tight. ##(text-colour:grey)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[AHHHH!]] A sudden deluge of thick creamy fluid fills up what little room there is within her vaginal canal. The slick opening at the far end of your chamber then fully surges open as you and a stream of girl cum rushes outwards towards the cool floor below. Above, Gilly’s smooth hairless pussy drips with a creamy mixture fluid. Panting in her post orgasmic bliss, Gilly smiles down at you wearily. (text-colour:grey)[“Ha, Ha…Thank you Morsel.”] --- [[Continue|East Hall Grate]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Vagina]''// You holler out from inside your confines in Gilly’s vagina. Through a series of taps and shouts, eventually the Gremlin Girl gets the gist of what you are trying to inform her of. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh, ok we go Morsel!”]] The pliant flesh of Gilly’s vagina flexes and bounces with her movement, tightening periodically with the shifts of her vaginal muscles to keep you from entering her uterus. Then, the rhythmic thumping of Gilly’s movements comes to a sudden stop. The clenching of her slick vaginal walls becomes impossibly tight as she attempts to rebirth you. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur","sway")[HNNNG!]] You hear the struggles of Gilly pushing from all around. There is a brief glimpse of light shining through her outer lips. You slip through the fleshy folds closer to the exit. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[“Oh yes, Morsel!”]] It appears she enjoys your attempts at escape. You decide to aggressively push yourself forward towards her exit. Above you, your head brushes past a hard boney protrusion, her G-Spot. Immediately the flesh around you clenches impossibly tight. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur","shudder")[AHHHH!]] A sudden deluge of thick creamy fluid fills up what little room there is within her vaginal canal. The slick opening at the far end of your chamber then fully surges open as you and a stream of girl cum rushes outwards towards the cool floor below. Above, Gilly’s smooth hairless pussy drips with a creamy mixture fluid. Panting in her post orgasmic bliss, Gilly smiles down at you wearily. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ha, Ha…Thank you Morsel.”] --- [[Continue|The Lounge]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Alt Girl's Guts]''// You decide to travel downwards into the stewing depths of the Alt Girl’s digestive tract. Pushing away from the slick stomach lining, you swim through the acidic mire, latching onto the pulsing orifice at the far end of the giantess’s stomach. Sickly squelches allow swaths of fluid to periodically flow through as the sphincter winks open and closed. You time your entrance just right to slip through into the entrance of her duodenum. The valve clamps down shut behind you, and immediately you begin to regret your decision. The small tube compresses tight upon your body with little room to maneuver in any way whatsoever. The role of the Alt Girl’s duodenum is to break down and further digest any matter that moves on from the mechanical digestion of her stomach, something you wish you had known before entering this hellscape. Another pulse of the tube around you, this one slicker with fluid, causes your body to ache once more. Squirts of various digestive fluids coat your form. Slowly, you begin to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and its replacement with caustic fumes in this cramped environment. You can’t hold on any longer, it’s too much. Your eyes close as you fade away into darkness… (text-colour:#745e49)[[[Continue|Beth Disposal]]] {(if: (saved-games: ) contains "Slot Alt Girl1")[ (link: "Return to Checkpoint: Alt Girl?")[(load-game:"Slot Alt Girl1")] ]} Or return to (link:"Start")[(go-to:"Start")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - The Couch]''// Exploring the top of the vermillion couch is no easy task. The cushions are deep and exceedingly squishy. At normal scale, this would be one heck of a comfy couch. Yet, for you, the flooring dips down deep with each step like plodding through thick snow, leading to a perpetual dip around you. You surmise that the only spots worth investigating are the divots between each of the three seat cushions. Those spots are small enough for a minimized student to hide. Each cushion is bare, that is until you notice something cylindrical, small, and shiny between the sides of the last cushion. --- (text-colour:yellow)[ [[Investigate the Glimmer]]] [[Jump Down|Head Towards the Couch]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Monrose's Gallery - The Cabinet: Desire]''//(set: $MonroseA to it + 3) You can’t resist the Mistress’s allure. Monrose is a goddess, a diva, a being far larger and more superior than you in both the literal and figurative sense. You must satisfy her desires, you must go forward, you must become one with her. The sides of her lips curl up into a smile as you carefully crawl forwards. Resting your hand on the tip of her tongue, Monrose lets out a squeal of delight, fresh saliva bubbling up at the sides of her tongue. You must taste good. #(text-colour:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"sway")[Mmm!]] You splay your body against her tongue fully, allowing the sweetness of the lube to wash away, replaced by a mixture of her own saliva. You hardly notice that you’ve been lifted from the cabinet top as the giantess’s tongue carries you into the oppressive muggy cavern. Keeping her mouth open, you now crouch on the middle of Mistress Monrose’s tongue. The lips seal you in a dim darkness, from inside they curl as the Mistress continues to smile. The chamber shifts and moves idly. --- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Climb Out]<c1| [Attack Tongue]<c2| [Approach Throat]<c3|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[ You slide over towards the dominating wall of Mistress Monrose’s inner lips. She has sealed you inside her mouth so that her teeth remain parted. You press your saliva slickened body against the plush inner lips, but to no avail. A deep bassy bellow from behind you signifies your futile efforts as the Mistress chides your attempts at escape. ]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[You stare beneath you at the ridged pink appendage that slathers against your body. The bucking tongue is wide, flat, and free of any splits or imperfections. Upon closer inspection, the tiny tastebuds rise to attention as you place parts of your body against them. Her whole massive being responds to you at a microscopic scale. You assault the tongue beneath you until you feel somewhat…lethargic. Almost as if your very strength is being sapped from your form. You brush this off as mere fatigue from your day’s efforts.]] (click: ?c3)[(replace:?c5)[Behind you, the veiny ridges of Mistress Monrose’s cavernous maw coalesce at one primary point. Her throat. The dark pit is guarded by two massive flexing tonsils in addition to the bumpy rear of her tongue. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_84259d5875a5410eaa61a240ea3c2a63~mv2.png"> --- The uvula is thick and wide, serving as the final marker towards the giantess’s most inner world. Her stomach. You get closer to the edge. Mistress Monrose rumbles a surprised moan. (text-colour:#a40aeb)[“MMMmm?”] Seemingly curious as to your goal of approaching the entrance to her digestive system. You peer over the edge of darkness, bearing witness to a fleshy flap that opens periodically. Her esophagus remains sealed while her windpipe billows open and closed, taking greedy gulps of oxygen. Then, one sudden inhale pushes you over the edge. You fear that you’ve been swallowed until you land atop her pharynx, the flap of skin that prevents food from entering the windpipe. Both holes are closed now as Mistress Monrose holds her breath. Then, a tiny click of flesh opens just a fraction of her esophagus. The mighty hole is only about the size of your head, giving you enough to peer below. A widening tube with impressively thick sides pulses hungrily. An eerie red glow can be seen farther at the end, illuminating a tight knotted sphincter. This too dilates to reveal a bubbling wrinkled chamber, brimming with a blood red glimmer. Before you can maneuver yourself in any way, the pharynx shifts as a rush of wind blows from beneath you. Suddenly, you are jettisoned out of the Mistresses maw with a quick exhale. [[Continue|Monrose Exhale]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[West Hall]''// Stepping underneath the doorframe, you come into the wide-open space of the manor's Western Hall. Alongside the baseboards is a small channel carved out, serving as protection for any minimized students traversing throughout the mansion. You stick to this area predominantly as you scope out the surroundings. The Western Hall is dimly lit by low hanging chandeliers. The vibe has transitioned drastically from the central Foyer to take on a more mellow tone. Warm orange lamps line the hall atop tasteful pillars of dark oaken wood. The walls are adorned with select pieces of fine art, ranging from abstract oil paintings to provocative feminine sculptures. One such painting, spanning the entire width of the south wall, depicts the story of a bodacious woman and her journeys around the world. Below, the floor is tiled in a mosaic of purples and reds. As the tiling continues to the end of the hall, you realize the pattern displays a wine glass filled to the brim with the crimson and purples of fine alcohol. Halfway through the hall, on your right, is a simple alcove with a brown wooden door at the back. “Utility Closet” is labeled on a simple wooden sign adjacent to the door. The students and faculty within this hall are lavishly dressed, with a relaxed and jovial disposition. Many seem eager to enter the Lounge at the end of the hall. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_533564e256e94b029d3535fc62ed83c7~mv2.png"> --- [[Go West|Lounge Entrance]] – Head towards the entrance to the Lounge. [[Go North|Utility Closet Entrance]] – Might be worth checking out that closet. (text-colour:green)[ [[Inspect the Painting]]] – You’re curious to know what story the piece tells. [[Go East|Entrance Foyer]] – Return to the Entrance Foyer

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You approach the west half of the lab. Here, Professor Arc works diligently on unknown projects, stray blue sparks arching away from her working hands periodically. It seems she’s donned a dark visor to shield her eyes. Maybe you could search about unbeknownst to her while her vision is obscured? --- You’re currently on the stone ground beneath Professor Arc’s workbench. Along the side legs of the bench, a series of tiny ladders are set for Minimized individuals. --- [[Approach the Professor from below]] [[Climb the tiny ladder]] [[Return to the Center of the Lab|Lab Exploration]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Workbench]''// You approach the west half of the lab. Here, Professor Arc works diligently on unknown projects, stray blue sparks arching away from her working hands periodically. It seems she’s donned a dark visor to shield her eyes. Maybe you could search about unbeknownst to her while her vision is obscured? -- You’re currently on the stone ground beneath Professor Arc’s workbench. Along the side legs of the bench, a series of tiny ladders are set for Minimized individuals. -- [[Approach the Professor from below|Approach the Professor from below2]] [[Climb the tiny ladder|Climb the tiny ladder2]] [[Return to the Center of the Lab|Lab Exploration2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Willfully Consumed]''// You dutifully approach the beckoning call of Gilly’s hungering allure. This is it, a being such as herself, you MUST feed yourself to her! Her delightfully orange eyes twinge with glee as you yearn for sacrifice. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Eeeh! Good Snacko, ya ya”] AAaaaahhhh! The overeager Gremlin Girl, bounding up and down in her seat tries to settle her excitement as she awaits your dutiful approach, mouth splayed wide open. As soon as you touch the tip of her tongue, the beast comes alive. Her once kind pumpkin hued irises become narrow slits. Her joyous smile converts to that of a gaping maw, intent on consuming prey, food. You. #(text-style:"blink")[Rargh! Nyar! CLACK!] In one swift motion the Gremlin surges forward with a pounce, capturing its prey deftly between its agile lips and teeth. Slurp! Swish…swish… Promptly you are tasted, assessed for the subtleness of your flavor before being promptly- #(text-style:"buoy")[GLP!] Swallowed, simply for sustenance to that of a greater being. SLIIIIIP! Your descent is quicker than other times you’ve been swallowed. It appears the Gremlin is ferrying your trek down her esophagus hastily with the assistance of some pressure from the outside. Her finger, she’s using it to push you down. #(text-style:"fidget")[MLaargle, splorch!] Unceremoniously, your tumbling body is tossed down into a mire of all kinds of foodstuffs. It’s a mess in here. Boluses of melting food, bits of other Snackos and clumps of cheese fill the stomach fully. You’re in that mess. You can’t see anything. You open your eyes to a void of vision entirely. It’s all just food now. You, you’re just food now. Reaching for anything, movement really is impossible. Soon, your chest begins to tighten. Seems like you’ll suffer a swift death at the hands of asphyxiation over digestion. The Gremlin’s stomach just can’t keep up with how much food it needs to process, thus the organ is currently serving as a sort of storage for digestion at a later date. And so, your body would remain mostly intact, submerged within the chyme of your predator. The once gleeful Gilly turned ravenous beast by her primal urges serves as your guide to the beyond. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_51030d62acf3418b88e63f274e13be14~mv2.png"> --- (link:"Try Again?")[(go-to:"Private Room Intro Chaos")] - Return to Chaos Lounge Intro

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Changerooms]''// The air is thick and warm. Steam coalesces upon the ceiling above. Around you, fragrant scents of various shampoos and essential oils fill the air. Tiled flooring, inlaid with gold, speckles the floors and walls. At the center of the room is a large golden statue, Mistress Meadows, posing vibrantly. Affixed above to her palms is a large golden jug pouring out water into a pool below. The Woman’s changeroom is a scene of elegance. Currently you stand in the center of the Woman’s Changeroom. To the north you can see a pathway leading to a series of private shower stalls and at the end of the hall is a doorway marked “pool.” To the east, a series of private changerooms line the wall. Each door closes fully and inside the area is spacious and clean. Lastly, to the south is the exit out towards the hall. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_178b065d388a458faa2622d3b96babab~mv2.png"> --- (if: $LarsonEncounter is true)[You can go [[North|Shower Stalls2]] to the Private Shower Stalls.](else:)[You can go [[North|Shower Stalls]] to the Private Shower Stalls.] You can go [[East|Changerooms]] to the Changerooms. Or you can exit [[South|East Hall]] to the Hall.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Agatha's Heavy Belly]''// You approach the heaving wall of creamy pale flesh and begin to spread your arms out wide in circular motions, massaging the pliant skin. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oho, so eager to praise me, hm?”] Uhhnn… (text-colour:#675b70)[“It does feel fucking nice though.”] #GLRM! #HARURP! (text-colour:#675b70)[“Oof, that cleared some gases there, hm maybe it is worth keeping you around after all. But I need to be sure you truly believe me to be worthy of worship. Let’s make things a bit more real for you.”] Agatha shifts about in her seat, turning herself around so that her black dress clad ass is aligned with your form. She turns her head back, talking over her shoulder. (text-colour:#675b70)[“You see little twerp, not all parts of me are as savory and nice as my soft belly. Girls like ME have big wide asses that we don’t really care to prim up all too often.”] Agatha flips up the hem of her dress, revealing her cellulite riddled pudgy ass. A black lacey thong sits nestled and lost betwixt the ghostly white cheeks. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_49c751f3b1b5483dacc811e8a98a0ceb~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#675b70)[“You see, big gals like me, eating as much junk and tinies as we please, tend to also use our asses a ton for…well you know what.”] She winks over her shoulder before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. You stand firmly in place. If you’re to convince this drunken witch of a woman that she is truly beautiful given her scale and indulgence, you better abide by whatever nasty shit she has coming for you. Then, the thong slips down past her meaty thighs. Two thick palms, nails painted purple black yet chipped and stained, reach back to grasp both heavy cheeks. Head still turned to witness your reaction, Agatha smirks. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Good girls don’t tend to show off their asses all too often, and if they did, I’d imagine that their buttholes would be nice and cute, all shaved and clean.”] Agatha makes a mocking high-pitched voice, emulating the prim girls from earlier. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Heh, but my asshole is all-natural baby! Here, take a look and CONVINCE me that you still think I’m more attractive than those other girls!”] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_c903e382e9714054acbe2320d736acaa~mv2.png"> --- The gothic giantess then proceeds to widen the cleft of her ass. A meaty peeling of flesh, with a subtle tug of resistance causes Agatha’s ass cheeks to open up to the world before you. Suddenly, a miasma of unwashed ass funk spills out from the crease. There, nestled amongst a weave of greasy anal pubes is the epicenter of Agatha’s butt, her imposing pinkish brown asshole. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Look at it twerp, that’s what a REAL girl’s asshole looks like. Musty, hairy, and the very hole that expels all the junk that I consume each and every day. Obviously, which includes tinies like you too, don’t forget that.”] Agatha winks her anus teasingly with this remark. #(text-style:'rumble')[WHAM] She plants her heavy cheeks on the tabletop, still spread. (text-colour:#675b70)[“Go on, show me how much you deserve to live and not become another piece of shit that passes through my butthole.”] [[Continue|Agatha Asshole Worship]]

(if: $GreenBand is true)[(text-colour:#3c903e)[Green Band] - The wristband is thin and made of a dark green leather. Upon closer inspection, the initials B.A.M.S. are engraved across its length.] (if: $YellowBand is true)[(text-colour:#dfdf3a)[Yellow Band] - The band is made of a thick plastic, adorned with a tiny pendant at the center. It depicts a silhouetted woman in a top hat and held in her palm is a tiny figure.] (if: $BronzeBand is true)[(text-colour:#cd7f32)[Bronze Band] - Seemingly made out of real bronze, the metal wristband is weighty and simple. A small engraving where the links of the band meet shows the initials "M.M."] (if: $RedBand is true)[(text-colour:#a30000)[Red Band] - A rubbery crimson band with a thin clasp keeping it together. A solid ruby sits at the center. Engraved into the stone is a sword and shield.] --- =><= (text-colour:#FFD700)[(text-style:"smear","expand")[//''You will need 5 unique chromatic bands & the Silver Band to progress to the 2nd floor of Meadows Mansion. ''//]] (link-goto: "Go Back", (history:)'s last)

The Professor scowls. “A tenacious response, but not enough to warrant an immediate threat.” She eyes you carefully. --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Dirty Butthole]''// With your answer, Gilly suddenly begins to laugh, her asshole flexing about erratically. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Kahaha! Morsel not so smart if you think that! Gilly prove you wrong.”] Her right hand reaches back towards you, index finger curling about your back and urging you closer to her orifice. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_0d9db901eabe446db19768cd6dae39e2~mv2.png"> --- #(text-style:"fade-in-out")[SPLIP!] You’re unceremoniously nudged against Gilly’s tacky butthole. The rubbery hole is rigid and barely pliant. Indeed, Gilly has a tight asshole compared to the rest of the woman. But it’s also very dirty. Smeared against your face are flecks of dirt and grime as Gilly’s finger rubs you up and down her puckered anus. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cf5685228d9c49e2a7d1a15ae83bd6d6~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly gets dirty when digging. Does Morsel like it dirty?” ] You can’t really respond in your current position, but simply manage to writhe about against the sticky flesh. Beyond her ass, Gilly smiles devilishly. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Ya, Morsel likes Gilly’s yucky poo hole.” ] Then, without warning, Gilly’s finger closes around you and flicks you away from her backdoor. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Gilly show you how she poops one day, promise! But Morsel must first be good and get Gilly treats!”] (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Gilly Idle")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Stinky Asshole]''// With your answer, Gilly suddenly begins to laugh, her asshole flexing about erratically. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Kahaha! Morsel not so smart if you think that!” ] You inhale deeply the scent of her anal region. Earthy tones mixed with a sour odor fill your head with both disgust and desire, a primal feeling unlike anything else you’ve experienced before. There’s just something about this feral woman’s unwashed asshole that sends your soul ablaze with lust. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Poop is smelly Morsel…and yucky…but…its ok if you like.”] Gilly’s asshole flexes once more but remains pursed. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_760161811fde4b4da467c5df5c294e0d~mv2.png"> --- Bllrrbl…Grshhhhh… A quiet airy gurgle emanates from beyond her sealed pucker. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Does Morsel want to smell more of Gilly’s poo hole, maybe what inside?” ] The asshole, just inches away from your minimized form quivers expectantly. --- [[Yes|Gilly Fart]] (link:"No and Back Away")[(go-to:"Gilly Idle")]

(set: $question2 to false) “Hmm, so you have witnessed her acts firsthand?” A frown forms upon Professor Arc’s face. “All the more reason for my operations to continue successfully. Your opinion has bee noted.” --- (link:"Return to Questions")[(go-to:"Professor Questions")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Butt Worship]''// You remark that Beth's butt, although smaller than average, is tight and pert. It hugs her frame well and the daisy dukes accentuate her light curves. (text-colour:blue)["Ahaha!"] Beth throws her head back in laughter. (text-colour:blue)["Really? That's a first!" ] (text-colour:blue)["Not too many people think I have a great ass."] She turns around to look back at her own behind, bobbing up and down on her heels causing the pert orbs to jiggle slightly. The creamy flesh peeking out from beneath her shorts wobbles in tandem with her movements. (text-colour:blue)["But I guess you think it’s great Pipsqueak. Well then, why don't you show me how much you like it?"] Beth, butt facing towards you with her head staring back, begins to squat down right in front of you. The cheeks press tightly against the tiny daisy dukes, threatening to break free at any moment. Slowly, she scooches back closer towards you on her heels. In this position, the shorts are almost underwear like, a small band of denim barely covers the crack of her ass. Warmth begins to envelop you, her hands rush backwards slapping against either cheek, spreading them wider. The denim cloth layer is stretched even further. (text-colour:blue)["Kiss it. Kiss my ass and prove to me how much you like it."] Unable to resist, you lean towards her rear, the heat ever more present and the smell of denim slightly replaced with a damp headier smell... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_4f0c7bd5d7cc43558a94c4f9cfaea1e3~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You pucker your lips, hands outstretched ready to prove to Beth how much her ass means to you before she suddenly shifts away. ##(text-colour:blue)["AHAHAHA!"] (text-colour:blue)["You were actually going to do it weren't you! Damn, that's kinda hot knowing a Pipsqueak like you would do something like that so easily. You're lucky I'm not like some of the more sadistic girls here at the Gala tonight." ] You dust yourself off embarrassed slightly. (text-colour:blue)["Hey, let's say this. Maybe find me later in the night after I've had a couple of drinks and then maybe we can revisit this 'ass’ lust of yours."] Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor. (text-colour:blue)["I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise."] Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala. [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Foot Worship]''// You remark that Beth's feet are divine! The smell, the look, everything about them sets your heart ablaze with desire. (text-colour:blue)["My feet? Really? Huh, now that's definitely a first for sure."] She taps her chin quizzically before snapping her fingers and pointing down towards you. (text-colour:blue)["Aha, you must have a thing for feet!" ] You shrug dumbly, trying not to be too obvious. (text-colour:blue)["Ya ya, don't play shy with me Pipsqueak, I know what some of your kind truly like, and heck, who am I to judge! I'm into some pretty weird shit myself."] Her free hand rests lightly on her tummy, rubbing it slightly. What did she mean by that? Without undoing her shoe, Beth slips out of her right converse to present her white socked foot. She slides it towards you, heel resting on the bare ground whilst her sole and toes are now mere inches away. The heat and smell of her sock clad foot fill your senses with a strong pungent odor. Above you, the toes wiggle playfully. In this position, she could lay her foot flat in an instant, smothering you beneath her sole. Your heart begins to quicken. (text-colour:blue)["Well, if you love my feet so much, prove it, kiss my foot!"] Gingerly, without hesitation, you approach the sole. The toes are too high for you to reach, so you settle on the center of her foot. Slowly, as instructed, you approach the sock and plant a series of delicate kisses upon Beth's sole. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_747c29574b9d45caa1ceab51dd33ec3f~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:blue)["Ahahaha! That tickles, ok stop!"] In a fit of giggles, Beth pulls her foot away before stuffing it back into her shoe. (text-colour:blue)["Man, I can't believe you actually did that! Narly!" ] (text-colour:blue)["Any who Pipsqueak, I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise."] Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala. [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Lip Worship]''// You remark that Beth's lips, although smaller than the usual girls, are quite appealing. The sheen and care she puts into her looks and style show. (text-colour:blue)["Aww, now aren't you such a sweety! Thanks, Pipsqueak that's cute."] Beth begins to squat down, shifting onto her knees. Hands planted on either side of your tiny form, she slowly and carefully brings down her face close to yours, near inches away. From here you can smell the sweet scent of blueberry shampoo as her Navy hair drapes around you like a waterfall. Her lips curl into a smile. They are thin and perfectly cared for, a small sheen of gloss enhancing their look. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_666ecb38c3f344a0a1cb22b7097f64e1~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:blue)["When you said lips, you meant here right?"] Beth points towards her bottom lip playfully.(text-colour:blue)[ "Or did you actually mean..." ] ###(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:blue)["Here..."]] Delicately, Beth parts her lips revealing a swelteringly moist chamber. Columns of saliva drip from the roof of her ridged maw. Her delicate pink tongue and that glistening tongue piercing rest within the middle of her mouth. While at the back, her uvula bobs up and down, her tonsils flexing wide as a humid breath rushes out towards you, dampening your clothes. Then all too suddenly, the lips close with a delicate smack. She smiles knowingly at you. Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor. (text-colour:blue)["I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise."] Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala. [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Style]''// You remark that Beth has a cool, calm, and collected personality and style. Your experience with Alt Girls like her have always been pleasant. You explain that although her appearance can come off as daunting to some, it doesn’t dissuade you one bit. (text-colour:blue)["Aww, now aren't you such a sweety! Thanks, Pipsqueak that's cute."] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2756394fc6d1463ba9c4cdd7e87a1839~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Beth begins to squat down, shifting onto her knees. Hands planted on either side of your tiny form, she slowly and carefully brings down her face close to yours, near inches away. From here you can smell the sweet scent of blueberry shampoo as her Navy hair drapes around you like a waterfall. Her lips curl into a smile. They are thin and perfectly cared for, a small sheen of gloss enhancing their look. The lips then pucker, planting a sweet delicate kiss upon your forward. Some of the gloss sticks onto your form, the sweet scent clinging to your clothes. (text-colour:blue)["Haha, woops, sorry about that Pipsqueak."] She pats your head with her pinky finger. Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor. (text-colour:blue)["I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise."] Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala. [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Thigh Worship]''// You remark that Beth's thighs, although fairly thin, are absolutely beautiful on par with those of a model. (text-colour:blue)["Mhm, that's what I expected. I've been complemented for my thighs and well, that damned thigh gap that so many people talk about nowadays. Not that I really care for that stuff much but it's nice to be appreciated. Thanks, Pipsqueak!"] (text-colour:blue)["But, how's about you show me truly how much you love them eh?"] Slowly, Beth begins to squat down in front of you, knees held tightly together. Then, they begin to part, revealing creamy half tanned half white legs. Long and elegant, a great deal of skin is on display given the tightness and shortness of the daisy dukes. Where both thighs meet, a tight band of denim cloth covers the spot where her pussy lays. Gingerly Beth picks you up to stand flat in her palm. Slowly, she brings you closer to her crotch. Sweltering heat berates your form and the heady smell of her privates fills your nose. Your mind fills with desire. (text-colour:blue)["I take it you were also interested in this spot too?" Her finger points down towards her crotch knowingly. "Well then, show me how much you love my crotch, kiss it..."] You don't need to be told twice, as she brings her palm ever closer to the thin band of cloth. You swear the daisy dukes are so tight that you notice the bulges of her outer labia pressed firmly against the sides of the denim. Carefully, you shift forward, readying to kiss her pussy as Beth so desired. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_23abea94677a499c9ec0986985ae9b20~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ All too suddenly, the palm shifts beneath you as you are pulled away from her heavenly crotch. ##(text-colour:blue)["AHAHAHA!"] (text-colour:blue)["You were actually going to do it weren't you! Damn, that's kinda hot knowing a Pipsqueak like you would do something like that so easily. You're lucky I'm not like some of the more sadistic girls here at the Gala tonight." ] You dust yourself off embarrassed slightly. (text-colour:blue)["Hey, let's say this. Maybe find me later in the night after I've had a couple of drinks and then maybe we can revisit this 'pussy lust' of yours."] Standing back up to her full impressive height, Beth opens the mahogany doors to the Manor. (text-colour:blue)["I'll catch ya inside, oh and bring me a cig if you find one along your adventure tonight, I'll make it worth your while, promise."] Beth then winks as she saunters into the Gala. [[Continue|head towards the gap underneath the doorway entrance]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Monrose's Rectum]''// You try and focus up. Thanks to the brief pain from her fiery rectal slime, you snap out of whatever trance you’ve been in thus far. Carefully, you trace your hands against the ridged walls, both for balance and guidance in the tumultuous tunnel. The eerie crimson hued darkness paints an alien landscape before you. Upon closer inspection of Monrose’s flesh, you notice veiny lines coalescing through her rectal walls. Normally these valves would be flushed with red, natural for most human beings. Instead, an inky grey pulses rhythmically with Monrose’s overbearing bodily functions. Ominous gurgles, a cacophony of her inner workings growl further above. The sounds are maddening, once more driving you into a stupor of lust and wonder. After what feels like an indiscriminate amount of time, both eons and seconds, you round a bend in her colon. Before you, the slick semi opaque walls take on a deeper shade. Thick rectal slime coats this portion of her large intestine. You breathe deeply, an earthy sulphury scent surging into your lungs. Your eyesight fills with stars as you become lightheaded, nearly toppling if not for your steadying hand against the walls of Monrose’s rectum. This is the place where digested remains of previous meals end up. Previous…people. Other students, not unlike you…Thankfully for now, the place is relatively clean. Snapping you back to reality is a small feminine gasp. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Ha! Another person, oh my gosh, PLEASE HELP ME!”] There, filthy with slime and lodged deep within a wrinkle of flesh is Laura. The girl you’ve been searching for, the girl who your Mistress has commanded you to dispose of. Laura struggles against the wall of flesh binding her, whimpering as she tries to free her arms and legs from the sticky slime. Her skin is dappled a bright red, burns coating her body from the oppressive heat just like your own form. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“Why are you just staring at me like that?! Say something!”] Before you can respond, your goddess ushers another command, her vibrating voice causing the colonic chamber to rumble with her deep words. #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“You see slave, you must be close now to your fellow kin. Yes yes! The filth in there are the remains of other slaves who disobeyed me. Inspect it, admire it, because soon you too shall become it!”]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[BAHAHAH!]] #(text-color:#a40aeb)[(text-style:"blur")[“Now. Meld that tiny fan into my very being slave.”]] Your feet plant firmly onto the sticky surface of Monrose’s rectum. Before you, the small whimpering girl, slickened with filth pleads. (text-color:#f1cc8f)[“No…you wouldn’t please…”] [[Obey|Obey2]] – Push Laura into the mire of Monrose’s filth, silencing her forever. [[Resist]] – A small fraction of your Graceful deeds still glimmers bright in this hellish landscape.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Monrose's Gallery - Gilly's Little Gape]''// (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Oh, ok Gilly show you she not in here!”] Gilly then squints up her face in focus, concentrating on manipulating her own asshole. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Hrrmmm!”] Gilly then spreads her cheeks as wide as she can manage and flexes her butthole hard. The anal ring purses before gaping only the tiniest amount. You lean in close, a waft of muggy air smelling like tilled soil assaulting your nostrils. You need to be sure Laura isn’t in there. You get closer, hands splayed against her taught rubbery ring and pull her hole wide. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ecd59e999f8e46d38844734c36875709~mv2.png"> --- Staring into her colon, the flexing tunnel of deep brownish red lets in a sliver of light from the outside world. Rectal slime drips of the cramped interior of Gilly’s rectum, pooling against the floor of her bowels. Further in, a wall of darkness immediately cuts off all light. She’s definitely not in Gilly’s ass. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3cc3b5526436446192272ea33bcccd2d~mv2.png"> --- You step away, the rubbery hole closing in quick, nearly clasping against your hands. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“See, Gilly not hiding no one!”] (link:"Continue")[(go-to:"Gilly Idle")]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Underneath the Alt Girl]''// With the Alt Girl distracted, you stride beneath her in hopes of getting past her unnoticed. Up ahead, you do in fact notice a small gap beneath the gigantic mahogany doors. You can slip [[underneath.]] Pausing before you continue, you can't help but stare up at an angle; being tiny has its advantages. Far up above, her thin right tanned leg, that changes halfway up to a paler white, rests angled next to you while the left remains perched against the door. Bunched up, way too tightly, the daisy dukes hug the girl’s undercarriage. She has a small bottom and a generous thigh gap. Your heart begins to beat faster as you recall the many nights of fun you had at the university parties as a tiny 'dancer' and all the after-party fun that came with it. You stifle the flutter in your chest as you shake your head. Lowering your gaze, you notice the shoe leaning against the door comes suddenly crashing down next to you. The Alt Girl now has both legs angled against the floor with her butt resting against the door. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_81918e412ff94a62ade26aafbb83a8a5~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can let those desires get the better of you and [[climb her shoes]]. Or you can double back to get her attention from a [[safer distance|Alt Door Guard]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Grace in Victory]''// (set: $Grace to it + 1); (set: $MargoMad to false) You can sense there is some angst dwelling within Margo due to your actions. In a modest effort to cool the waters, you lower your head in a simple bow. The giantess sees this, her slight sneer fades to a more neutral tone. She simply nods back at you. You hope that in the future, your actions will be remembered. Continue to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer").

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Parting Gift]''// (set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $GreenBand to false) Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small bronze ring, too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier. (text-colour:blue)["Here, all yours Pipsqueak."] She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band. (text-colour:blue)["Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."] Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor. (text-colour:blue)["Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Politely decline|Politely decline]] ], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Accept!|Accept!]] ] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl's Shoes]''// With both feet now firmly planted on the ground, (until she decides to switch to the other leg), the Alt Girl's converse serves as the first barrier to climbing her thin legs. The black sneakers are in fairly good shape, yet you notice the right shoe's laces are undone. Both are climbable. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_624eed5454d942cc82446389adfe1d38~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Climb right shoe]]. [[Climb left shoe]].

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl Shorts Rear]''// You cannot help but miss the chance to peruse an Alt Girl's tight daisy dukes from the back. Carefully, you hoist yourself inwards past the lip of the shorts. Within, the denim shorts are so tight that it is quite easy to maneuver about the interior. You can see the vastness of the Alt Girls tight left butt cheek. Tiny goosebumps form along the cool surface and wispy blonde, near invisible, hairs dot the surface. The scent is fresh, smelling lightly of lilac detergent. Farther up, a thin band of black marks the thong underwear that slips gently into the divide between her cheeks. The simple black thong spans out into a generous whale tail that you notice pokes up beyond the top of the shorts. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d1df81fefa194e16b3f0f1502453dcc8~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[Smell Butt Cheek]<c1| [Lick Butt Cheek]<c2|] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The cheek is soft and lightly fragrant. The notes are floral in nature. Maybe she dabbed some perfume on her shorts or butt?]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The cheek is immeasurably cool. The skin, exceedingly smooth as well. After you lick, the tight flesh bounces back into position rather swiftly.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From here you can [[venture towards the Alt Girl's crack]] to get a better look at the thong. Or you can try and [[climb upwards]] towards the top of the shorts.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stall #2: Hooks]''// You reach up upon your tip toes and jump, just barely able to latch onto the denim sleeve. Hoisting yourself up, you begin to climb. Eventually, you reach the pocket with the slip of paper neatly folded inside. --- [[Read the note]] [[Climb down|Hooks2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Alt Girl Shorts Rear]''// You swiftly scale the interior of the Alt Girl’s left butt cheek, given the support the daisy dukes offer from their tightness. Yet, your eagerness to climb up and over may have gotten the better of you. Eventually, your movements cause the Alt Girl to stir! She lifts away from the door, causing your chambers to loosen slightly. Caught off guard, you slip downwards towards the bottom off the shorts into a small opening to the outside world. Two fingers are poised to catch you as you descend... [[Continue|Discovered Alt Girl]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Climb]''// [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 70)[You begin to scale the near sheer wall of black stone. The lower portions are fairly manageable, giving way to a series of large footholds. Yet, as you climb up further, you realize the slope of the wall gets much steeper. --- From here you could [[safely return to the ground|Pool Entrance]] Or you can [[continue climbing]]. Any higher, a fall could prove fatal...(text-colour:purple)[(30%)]] (else:)[You begin to climb but lose your footing here and there periodically. You decide instead to safely head to the ground. [[Continue|Pool Entrance]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Beth's Ass]''// You decide to move along under the shorts towards Beth's left butt cheek. You don't have to travel far, given her cheeks are on the small size. As you near the center, the tightness of the flesh begins to soften until the left cheek dips down into a thin divided line. Between the line, the black band of the Alt Girl's thong rests lightly nestled between the pale white globes of flesh. The thong band is set in a way to hide any sight the Alt Girl's private parts. No wedgie whatsoever. You figure the thong is fit more for function as opposed to style. Nevertheless, you have some ideas. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1b903ea99512450596f737805a7b1875~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (text-colour:magenta)[[[Scratch Thong]<c1| [Lick Thong]<c2| []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You scratch about the exterior of her thong. It’s futile, you'll need to get deeper if you want to make any progress.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The black elastic band tastes soapy. The dampness of your tongue dries out from the lick.]] [Part Thong]<c3|]] []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You carefully part the innermost portion of the thong. It doesn't take much effort, given that the garment is already loosely draped across the cleft and not wedged deep between them. Heat radiates around the center of her thong where you surmise her asshole must be. As you peel back the fabric, a small folded brown line, which you know is the exterior of her asshole, comes into sight. But before you can pull the thong aside any further, the chamber around you jolts suddenly. A whirlwind of movement occurs and you are tossed about... (text-colour:red)[[[Continue.|Decimation]]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Climb]''// [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 30)[You continue to scale the sheer wall of black stone. Thankfully, you are able to make it up just past half way to the scanner. Unfortunately, standing ahead in your way is an impressive overhang. The stone is also becoming slick and wet with condensation. There's no going back now, you'll need to [[press forward]] (text-colour:purple)[(25%)]] (else:)[You begin to climb up even higher. Then, there is a spot which you were certain was firm. Instead, a stray stone comes loose and you begin to plummet. THMP! You land hard against the rocky floor, but thankfully survive. Bruised and battered, you're at least still alive. [[Continue|Pool Entrance]]]]

(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) (set: $MargoMad to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// You state firmly that a second challenge was never part of the deal. You are owed a bracelet from her and that’s that. There’s a careful poignant pause, as a being the scale of an ant stares up expectantly at what would be a skyscraper of muscle and might. You hope you made the right decision… Then, the giantess begins to speak, bowing her head and closing her eyes. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Very well, ant. A deal is a deal.”] Carefully, she pulls from her arm the extra red band, tossing it down before you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“I had expected more from you after that display of strength, nevertheless, you are owed a bracelet and so it is now yours.” ] The bodyguard shifts about in her stance, folding her arms. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_68039f2319fa49a7a9e6f5a481595df3~mv2.png"> --- Bluntly, Margo states,(text-colour:#de4a4a)[ “But understand this, you still DO NOT possess a bronze bracelet. If you even consider approaching me again without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”] Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.” ] Return to the (link-goto: "Entrance Foyer").

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Savage Stomach]''// Wearily, you trudge over towards the sticky cheese, affixed to the walls of Gilly’s stomach. With a generous heave, you pull the acrid muck off the rugae and throw it into the bubbling mass at the center of the organ. There is a quick hiss, as the cheese disintegrates, along with the patch of white fuzzy mold. Gilly’s stomach, sensing the immediate irritation, begins to gurgle ominously. The fizzing becomes a forceful cauldron, bubbling up huge orbs of thick acid which float about amongst the surface of the stomach acid. One such bubble begins to grow in scope before it completely encapsulates a majority of the chamber. The exterior of the bubble passes through your form, immediately replacing what little oxygen you had in this chamber with the chemical odor of acid. It’s too much for you, the last thing you hear, and feel is an ear shattering roar followed by a rush of stinging fluid forcing you upwards. --- [[Continue| Oral Expulsion Digest]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Do Her a Favor]''// You pull yourself up towards the irritated spot that is too far out of reach for the Alt Girl. With your tiny hands poised, you begin to scratch generously at the location. Set at the base of her bum cheeks, you press your nails into the spot and scratch with fervor. The flesh is pliant and smooth, slightly cold to the touch as well. Eventually, your actions do not go unnoticed. (text-colour:blue)["Ooooh ya that’s the…"] ##(text-style:"sway")[(text-colour:blue)[“SPOT!”]] The Alt Girl moans in satisfaction above you slowly grinding her rear against the door in rhythmic motions. It's clear that she is really enjoying this. Yet, all too soon the fun comes to a stop as a sudden realization hits the Alt Girl. (text-colour:blue)["Wait a second...what the...?"] Her body stops and goes rigid, then two hands come towards your spot too suddenly for you to react. The palms wrap you up gently as you are slowly and carefully brought up towards a higher position... [[Continue|Discovered Kind]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Your Own Game]''// You decide against playing along with Margo’s silly little game of Might. Before you, there is an opportunity to snag a much-needed bracelet here and now, and you mean to capitalize on this outcome. Swiftly, you duck downwards, away from the pressure of her index finger above. The digit then collides with her thumb below, smooshing into nothing. You leap atop the pressed fingers and begin darting up her hand towards the band. If you act fast, you may be able to pull it free from her wrist in the fractions of seconds you now have. Margo glances down at you in this moment, seemingly unphased by your attempts. From above, a shadow forms across you, as her free hand readies to snatch your body before you can make any progress. You must decide quickly how to proceed. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2925aa1c4f484de8a67138ef7eb63aa3~mv2.png"> --- [[Continue running up her arm]] towards the band. (text-colour:purple)[(100%)] [[Leap off her wrist]] towards the lower end of the band, your momentum may snap it loose. (text-colour:purple)[(30%)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Bodyguard]''// You stammer about, explaining some lame excuse as to how you lost your bronze bracelet, or it was never even given to you in the first place. The bodyguard’s expression remains still, uncaring of your words. You wait in earnest for her response. Bluntly, Margo responds. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“For disobeying the initial test of the manor, you shall forfeit your place in the Gala.”] Your heart sinks, you’ll have to think of another way to get out of this situate- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Unless you deem to me you are a resilient being, worthy of a second chance. Mistress Meadows respects those who find alternative ways to success, and by taking a note from my master’s book, I shall allow you to demonstrate your strength.” ] The giantess squats down in front of your tiny form. From here, her cleavage hangs heavily, giving you a firsthand glimpse of the dark divide between her breasts. Her hands rest idly upon her knees, yet you notice the sinewy veins within her fingers flex, ready to snatch you at a moment’s notice. There’s no running now. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["Demonstrate your Might ant."] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d7dc3ac7269a4c87a53e3d2998e8371f~mv2.png"> --- Seeing little other options, you’ll have to play along with her test. [[Continue|Might]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Time for a Favor]''// You can't see the harm in doing this girl a favor. She seems rational for the most part, so you decide to play along. (text-colour:blue)["Awesome!"] The Alt Girl smirks. (text-colour:blue)["Name's Beth by the way. Since we're pals now, I'll give ya a choice of how you can repay me for your sneaky actions from early. Heck, you'll probably like some of em given your antics so far."] Beth chuckles as she shifts about, leaning her left foot against the door. The right one rests untied against the floor. (text-colour:blue)["You got three choices Pipsqueak. One involves my shoe."] She points down to the undone laces. (text-colour:blue)["Another involves this little toothpick here."] She twirls about a chewed-on toothpick between her fingers. (text-colour:blue)["And last well, involves a lil pain in my ass."] She smirks again, eyes gazing down at you as if daring you to ask what that exactly means. Beth does not move or motion to what this favor means. (text-colour:blue)["So, what's it gonna be Pipsqueak?"] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cf65abf9a9f2475b888276e02fad290c~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [[Go with the Shoe.]] [[Go with the Tootphick]] [[Shrug and go with "Pain in the Ass?"]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Time for a Favor]''// You can't see the harm in doing this girl a favor. She seems rational for the most part, so you decide to play along. (text-colour:blue)["Awesome!"] The Alt Girl smirks. (text-colour:blue)["Name's Beth by the way. Since we're pals now, I'll give ya a choice of how you can help me out. Heck, you'll probably like some of em."] Beth chuckles as she shifts about, leaning her left foot against the door. The right one rests untied against the floor. (text-colour:blue)["You got three choices Pipsqueak. One involves my shoe."] She points down to the undone laces. (text-colour:blue)["Another involves this little toothpick here."] She twirls about a chewed-on toothpick between her fingers. (text-colour:blue)["And last well, involves a lil pain in my ass."] She smirks again, eyes gazing down at you as if daring you to ask what that exactly means. Beth does not move or motion to what this favor means. (text-colour:blue)["So, what's it gonna be Pipsqueak?"] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_cf65abf9a9f2475b888276e02fad290c~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [[Go with the Shoe.]] [[Go with the Tootphick]] [[Shrug and go with "Pain in the Ass?"]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You see no other option than to follow this strange Gremlin Girl further along to meet this ‘Professor.’ She did save you from the waterfall after all. You continue walking behind the girl, her swaying green butt leading the way, followed by her dirt caked soles. Covering her rear and the majority of her legs is a skintight greyish brown leotard. A thin strip of leathery material covers the divide between her cheeks just barely. You wonder if the Gremlin Girl even knows she is giving you quite the lewd sight or if she even cares to begin with. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_ab16beb99389437aa87cef7ad5a0a811~mv2.png"> --- Keeping pace, you notice the 5-foot petite girl acts and moves in feral ways. Sniffing the air and ground periodically, clamoring in the tunnel on all fours, her actions are animalistic and crude. At one point, you catch her even licking the soil beneath her, perking up, and then crawling forward once more. Staring back, the orange glow of her eyes squint in frustration at you. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Come, come Morsel, no more slow!”] You try and keep up, but at this point, it’s almost impossible to do so at your scale. Panting and out of breath, you think of another way to keep up with her. --- (if: $Grace is >=5)[Politely, you can ask the Gremlin Girl to [[Carry you.]]](else:)[If you were a bit more Graceful, you could potentially ask the Gremlin Girl to carry you. At the moment, you just could not stoop that low.((text-colour:cyan)[Requires +5 Grace])] Ask the Gremlin Girl to [[slow down.]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Get Closer]''// You begin to walk up to the giantess when you all too suddenly realize the error in staying behind at the scene of the crime. Lying face down, face and hands scuffed albeit slightly bruised, the Alt Girl looks down towards her feet while turning over. (text-colour:blue)["What the hell? Something tied my laces together?" ] Looking past the tied shoes, the giantess' eyes immediately lock onto you. You panic, unsure of whether to run or stay still. At ground level with the massive girl now angrily glaring at you, there is little chance of escape given the distance between the two of you. Seems like you missed your chance to run. Outstretched arms reach towards you, clasping down upon your body firmly. Still lying down, the Alt Girl pulls you towards her sneering face, cheeks red in a mix of embarrassment and anger. (text-colour:blue)["You...you motherfucker you tied my laces together and made me trip!"] --- [[Apologize and tell the truth|Apologize and tell the truth]], you let silly urges get the better of you. (text-colour:orange)[[[Admit what you did.|Admit what you did]] (+1 Chaos)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// You decide to head off into the tunnels on your own route. The orange glowing eyes of the Gremlin girl squint slightly, irises flickering back and forth. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“Maybe Gilly wrong about Morsel…”] The orange eyes slowly fade away, as you hear a scampering of dirt trail off into the distance. Currently you have no idea where you are. Open space lies before you. --- (if: $Flashlight is true)[ [[Use the Flashlight to guide your path]]] [[Stumble about in the darkness.]] (text-colour:purple)[(30%)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Exit her Maw]''// (set: $BronzeBand to true)(set: $GreenBand to false) Not wanting to piss off Beth again, you swiftly head towards the entrance to her maw and leap back down towards the palm. She smiles down at you, teeth now free of the obstruction then places you back onto the ground. (text-colour:blue)["Woah! You got that done super-fast Pipsqueak! Nice work."] She inspects her teeth with her phone camera. You stand proudly before the giantess. (text-colour:blue)["Cool. Alright, guess we had a deal after all." ] Beth begins to shift about in her rear pocket. Slowly, she pulls out a small bronze ring, too small to fit on any of her fingers. Your eyes light up when you realize this is the bronze band she was speaking of earlier. (text-colour:blue)["Here, all yours Pipsqueak."] She tosses down the small band, you catch it, donning it adjacent to your green band. (text-colour:blue)["Damned thing was pocking my ass all this time anyways. Any who, I wish you luck with the nights festivities."] Beth turns to begin opening the door, staring past the stained windows deeper into the Manor. Suddenly she stops herself and turns back towards you. She smiles down at you, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes now, something she definitely did not show earlier given her somewhat bored demeanor. (text-colour:blue)["Hey, how's about I give you one last parting gift before you head into the Gala, hm?"] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Politely decline|Politely decline]] ], you're here for other goals. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)] (text-colour:cyan)[ [[Accept!|Accept!]] ] Getting to know Beth some more could be fun. (text-colour:cyan)[ (+1 Grace)]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Enter Meadows Manor]''// With the Alt Girl dealt with, you make it underneath the gap of the mahogany doors, walking past to bear witness to the entrance of Meadow's Manor... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_10dfd2c42d584f37b162d3471d2ebabc~mv2.png"> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [[Continue.]]

(set: $MargoVore to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Margo's Stomach]''// Despite the odds set against you, through sheer force of might and endurance, you try and persist in the caustic chambers of your captor. (if: (random: 1, 100) <= 50)[As minutes go by breaching onto what you assume is over an hour, you stay conscious. Periodically, you pound away at Margo's stomach lining, unwilling to give up. ##(text-colour:#de4a4a)[(text-style:"blur")["Astounding. you must truly have some sort of experience in the depths of stomachs ant. I would have thought by know you would simply be calories. Yet, you are still alive."]] Ominously, the chamber about you begins to rumble. Weakly, you assume this to be your final goodbye before you are ushered into her duodenum, the darkest reaches of her digestive system. Yet, the stomach begins to compress about your form, wrapping you up in a tight fleshy embrace. Suddenly, you black out from the lack of oxygen. [[Continue|Survived Margo]]](else:)[Unfortunately, your eyes begin to list, your body goes numb, and your skin stings agonizingly from the acidic environment about you. Margo's digestive system, efficient and made strong from years of physical activity and training, has bested you. Slowly, your consciousness fades away as your form converts into simple calories for the much stronger predator that has claimed you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)["Hmph, another ant disposed of."] Margo then clutches her left buttocks, peeling away the cheek beneath her suit pants. ##(text-style:"sway")[FRAP! ] (text-colour:#de4a4a)["Oof, to be converted into protein farts it seems."]] --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_5fac070bc7794eeb86891863af5dce3a~mv2.png"> --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,yellow)[The East Saga]''// You approach the beginning of the Saga set to start at the west end of the hall. The carving depicts a woman with serpentine hair and emeralds inlaid into her eyes. You assume this woman to be Medusa, battling against hordes of infantry. Through her gaze the troops are turned to stone. The start of the Saga is consistent with historic depictions of the Legendary Gorgon. Interestingly, the Saga continues into the Middle Ages. Here the Gorgon is shown with hair bound and hidden, but atop her head is a crown. She lords over many, her servants bowing before her. Seems as though the Gorgon became a serpent like queen. The inlaid emeralds peer down upon the bowing figures, demanding they yield to her or face punishment. Lastly, the Saga comes to an end on the far eastern end of the wall, closest to the ballroom. Here, the figure no longer has serpents for hair, and instead has long flowing green locks curling at the ends like that of a snake's head. The Gorgon now wears a flowing ballroom gown, dancing upon a stage in front of thousands of viewers. They are transfixed with her performance, frozen, still, almost like statues made of stone. [[You can go back|East Hall]]

(set: $PantyBandit to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Panty Bandit]''// With gusto, you dive into the silky soft pile of folded lingerie. The bra is a decent scale, at least a D cup, smelling of sweet perfume. There is a subtle tinge of pheromone like sweat to the cup, setting your head ablaze with desire. The panties are semitransparent, leaving only little to the imagination. They too smell of the same crisp perfume scent. Yet, there is something else there too. A sweet almost tangy fruit like aroma. You cannot resist the urge to get even closer to the crotch of these panties. Your head is now on fire with passion, indulging in an atmosphere of scent and the smoothness of the lingerie's texture. There is even a subtle warmth to the cloth. Whoever wore these undergarments did so quite recently. After some time, you decide you've had your fun. You try and neaten the pile to the best of your abilities. --- You can [[go back|Cubbies5]]

(set: $TunnelMouse1 to true)(set: $TunnelMouse2 to true) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// Steeling yourself, you ration that the dark tunnels are an effective way to traverse through the Manor quickly and undetected. Who knows what kind of shortcuts you can discover amongst these dark pathways. Trekking forwards, you soon find the tinny hard ground of the outer vent quickly replaced with a soft and cool dirt floor. The outer façade of picturesque plaster and ornate walls is now replaced with simplistic carved stone, akin to that of a dungeon. The walls and ceilings are tight, even at your scale. An average sized person would need to crawl on all fours to traverse through these tunnels, and even then, their movements would be cumbersome and slow. To make any kind of significant movement through these stone tunnels, one would need to be no taller than 5ft. You keep to the sides, tracing the rough dusty stone walls with your palms. You can barely see ahead. Then, your feet nudge into more stone, your palms feeling a corner in the masonry. The path seemingly is turning at a sharp angle to the West. Staring back, a subtle glimmer of light can still be made out from the vents opening far behind you. If you continue forwards now, it will be near pitch black. Finding a way back may prove difficult… --- [[Continue|Tunnels 1]] [[Go Back|Cast Iron Vent]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Boxes]''// Not wanting to defy the wishes of the Gremlin Girl, you slowly begin to walk between the divide of boxes presented before you. Even at your scale, the wedge is a tight fit, as you shimmy through the thin slit you suddenly come free into a dimly lit open interior. This small chamber between the boxes is mostly empty, save for a couple heaps of cardboard and papers. --- [[Investigate Papers]] [[Move aside Cardboard]] [[Leave|Lab Exploration]] (if: $Cheese is true)[You can [[Leave with the Cheese|East Stone Wall Event]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Lab - Boxes]''// You slowly begin to walk between the divide of boxes presented before you. Even at your scale, the wedge is a tight fit, as you shimmy through the thin slit you suddenly come free into a dimly lit open interior. This small chamber between the boxes is mostly empty, save for a couple heaps of cardboard and papers. --- [[Investigate Papers|Investiage Papers2]] [[Move aside Cardboard|Move aside Cardboard2]] [[Leave|Lab Exploration2]] (if: $Cheese is true)[[[Leave with the Cheese|East Stone Wall Event]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Caught in Her Throat]''// You refuse to be just another appetizer for this girl you just met. Too many times before you've been nearly swallowed, but every time you manage to just barely escape certain doom. You plan on keeping that record perfect. Clinging onto your one lifeline, you heave yourself upwards, arms screaming, slick with both your sweat and her saliva. But ultimately, you push past the resisting throat flesh to arrive just below her dangling uvula. You have only a moment before she tries to swallow you down once more... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Swat at her uvula|Swat at her uvula]], make the Alt Girl regret swallowing you. Or, [[give up|Alt Girl Stomach]], you're too tired.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Gilly's Throat]''// You can’t help it; the temptation is too real. You MUST feed this girl. Swiftly, you lunge your whole body back towards her awaiting throat as it clamps down upon the cheese. You too are caught in its grasp; a firm clench of her esophagus is futile in stopping your descent. ##(text-colour:#6f956f)[(text-style:"blur")[MMM?!]] ##(text-style:"buoy")[Glll…GLUP!] Swallowed. The arches of Gilly’s tonsils flex and bid you farewell as you fall neatly into her throat. Slimey walls press hard against your tiny body, unclenching to surge you downards at a rapid pace. Her throat is incredibly efficient and strong, dedicated to sending food down into her stomach fast. You begin to slip down rapidly past Gilly’s beating heart. You’re given very little time to enjoy the trip down her throat, as the peristalsis governed by the Gremlin Girl’s esophagus is fiercely efficient. Soon, you find your head slammed hard against her cardiac sphincter. The valve twitches for a moment, sensing your presence, before yawning open. A firm push of her esophagus sends you careening downwards. In a matter of around total 2 seconds, you are deposited into her awaiting stomach. The chamber groans LOUD, ushering you into its grasp. ##(text-style:"sway")[GRRRRMMMMMMMMMM!] You tumble for a brief moment, thrown past the cardiac sphincter, slamming forcefully against the far opposite wall of her rigged stomach. Immediately, a fierce tingling causes your skin to itch. In the damp darkness, Gilly’s stomach walls undulate at a rapid pace. The leaking rugae usher out a hefty deluge of acidic slime and stomach fluid. Her body is utterly designed to consume and destroy. Coughing in the sweltering miasma, you try and gain your bearings for what little time you have… --- [[Continue|Gilly Stomach]]

(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $GreenBand to false) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Human Kindness]''// You make no promises, having something to hold over Margo in the future could prove useful. You simply nod. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2fded8a2415842d5a46efb392cf0240d~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Good. Well, you must have much to do. Return to me when you have the correct bands to access the second floor.”] Return to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer")

(set: $Grace to ($Grace+1))(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoFriend to true)(set: $GreenBand to false)(set: $MargoNew to false) //''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,cyan)[Human Kindness]''// You graciously assure Margo that you will not inform anyone of her burp. For a brief moment, the bodyguard smiles, then resumes her serious disposition once more. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_2fded8a2415842d5a46efb392cf0240d~mv2.png"> --- (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Good. Well, you must have much to do. Return to me when you have the correct bands to access the second floor.”] Return to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer")

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Agatha's Note]''// (set: $AgathaBest to true) Upon closer inspection, the note is seemingly scrawled upon a napkin in black ink. It reads the following: (text-colour:#675b70)[ [//You’re lucky, tiny. If Beth hadn’t warned me you weren’t Logan then you’d most likely just be fat on my ass, suffocated inside me, or lodged in my crap at this point. Either way, sorry for the mixup. Anywho, come say hi later on in the Lounge, maybe we can hang out and have a couple of drinks? Btw, the Headmistress Meadows is planning an introduction ceremony in the Entrance Foyer pretty soon. Wouldn’t wanna miss it if I were you. *Agatha* P.S. (You actually are kinda cute :P)//]] A tiny drawing, a cute skull next to a crude drawing of a butt is signed at the bottom of the note. You don’t really know what to make of the letter and its connotation. At the moment, you’ll have to catch up with the girl later if you so desire. Ultimately though, you should heed Agatha's warning and head to the Entrance Foyer soon. --- From here can climb down the [[towel|Woman's Changeroom]] off to the side to the tiled floor.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Climb]''// [(if: (random: 1, 100) <= 25)[The overhang proves a monumental task. Using a mix of upper and lower body strength, you press onwards. Sweating, body sore and slick with sweat and moisture, you grasp onto the lip of the overhang. Hefting yourself upwards, you've thankfully made it to the top of the rocky platform against all odds! [[Continue|Keypad]] ] (else:)[You begin to climb up even higher. Then, there is a spot which you were certain was firm. Instead, a stray stone comes loose and you begin to plummet. The ground is far far away when suddenly you make contact, then blackness... --- (b4r-colour:red,white,white)[(text-colour:(hsl:0,0.8039,0.5,0.55))[(unless: (passage:)'s tags contains "no-footer")[(link:"Return to Start")[(go-to:"Reset Page")]]]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''// With no time to waste, you quickly attempt to pull yourself upwards into the daisy dukes of the Alt Girl. However, in doing so, it seems like your actions have caused more irritation than the tightness of the shorts themselves. The hand hesitates for a moment before surging directly at you! (text-colour:blue)["Hey, what the?! Something is trying to get into my shorts!"] As the alt girl calls out, you barely get your upper torso past the lip of the shorts before you feel two tight appendages latch onto your legs. You are pulled away from the interior of the shorts and moved about swiftly in the palm of the Alt Girl... [[Continue|Discovered Alt Girl]]

(set: $RedBand to true)(set: $MargoNew to false) (set: $MargoMad to true) You decide to decline the offer. The first task was difficult enough and you don’t want to risk the chance of failure for some item that may or may not help you. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Suit yourself ant.”] Margo hands you the red band. Unceremoniously, she shifts you about in her calloused fist, placing on the ground between her feet. Now staring down at you from above, the muscular legs of the bodyguard shift about into a shoulder width stance, prepared once more to protect the entrance to the second floor. Bluntly, Margo states, (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Understand this, you still DO NOT possess a bronze bracelet. If you even consider approaching me again without the required bracelets to gain access to the 2nd floor, well then…”] Suddenly, the bodyguard smacks her two hands together loudly, sliding them purposefully up and down between one another. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“You’ll be nothing but a red stain between my palms.” ] Return to the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer").

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Second Trial]''// You are not one to bow down from a trial placed before you. As a student of Fantasia University, you are prepared for anything the world has to throw at you. And the bonus of receiving a valuable item from Margo is too much to pass up. You nod up towards the bodyguard. You swear you notice a subtle grin spread across her thin lips in response. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Very well ant, but do not say I did not warn you.”] Margo’s palm begins to rise slowly towards her face. This close, you’re given the opportunity to fully appreciate the woman’s subtle beauty. Although older than most students, Margo’s complexion is peachy with subtle signs of mid thirties age about her eyes. Her taught lips however show little to no creases, the presence of laugh lines invisible, as if this woman has never expressed joy a moment in her life. Then, those thin lips get closer, or alternatively, Margo is bringing her palm up towards her mouth. Goosebumps begin to form across your skin. Slowly, the lips part as Margo utters one single word. (text-colour:#de4a4a)[“Enter.”] Before you can even protest, Margo’s maw clicks open, a rush of stale breath washing over your form as she exhales upon you. The slick chamber opens. Columns of saliva bubble about from the roof of her maw down towards her flat tongue. A thick film of white plasters across the bodyguard’s tastebuds; she must be dehydrated. Dryly, the back of her throat flexes. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_3fcecbdf1e1f495cb4dfcc6c3ee606f7~mv2.png"> --- [[Refuse and back down]]. No way you’re going in there. [[Comply]]. You wouldn’t want to back down now, given the circumstances.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Jump Escape]''// You don't want to risk getting caught up in the Alt Girls absent minded scratching, so with a leap of fateh, you jump towards the front of her thigh. Thankfully, with years of practice at a minimized scale climbing various surfaces and obstacles, you land on top of her thin thigh and begin your swift descent downwards. Higher above, the girl begins to scratch lightly at her bum, letting out a satisfied sigh. Whilst she is distracted, you continue to slide down to her shin relatively unnoticed. Surging past the shoe, you skid across the stone ground. A couple of scrapes, but you dust yourself off, now once more at the Mansion's entrance. [[Continue|Alt Door Guard]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Inside the Alt Girl's RIGHT Shoe]''// Like many times before, you fall prey to your desires. Either through curiosity or lust, you can't help but indulge in the temptation of digging deeper into the Alt Girl's converse. Approaching the lip of the shoe, you gently pull the barrier back as a waft of musty air assails your senses from within. You pull yourself inwards. It's a snug fit, nestled between the top of the girl's foot and the shoe as you shimmy your way further downwards. As you crawl, the dampness of the environment sticks to your clothing. The heat has also increased and sweat both from the Alt Girl's foot and your own body, saturates every inch of you. As you surge closer towards the toes, the tightness of the environment threatens to crush you. Eventually, you reach the end of the Alt Girl's foot. From here, the smell is immensely concentrated. You surmise that the scent originates from between her toes. You can only imagine how potent the odor would be if not for the sock barrier. From here, you have some choices. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Inspect Toes]<c1| [Lick Feet]<c2|]] []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[You begin to shimmy about the end of the Alt Girl's sock. You notice a small tear at the bottom, exposing creamy white skin. Here, you can just make out the bottom of her big toe. Painted blue nails, manicured fairly well, adorn the top of the digit. The hole, unfortunately, is too small to enter.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[Unable to resist your temptations, you caress the top of the girl's foot with your extended tongue. An explosion of intense flavor fills your mouth, a horrid mix of sour body odor and salty sweat. Your tongue swiftly begins to dry out. Although the sock is slightly damp from the Alt Girl's sweat, the fibers mat and build up against your tongue over time.]] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (after:30s)[Eventually, your chamber begins to stir and the right foot shifts and moves abruptly. Your world turns upside down as you are thrown and wedged between the front end of the girl’s foot. Crushing weight presses against you as the toes wiggle against your form curiously. As if sensing your presence, the big toe shifts and pins you directly against the end of the converse. You struggle to breathe, as the lack of oxygen in the stifling environment and the pressure from the Alt Girl's aggressive big toe threatens to suffocate you. Then, you see the light. Death? No, the top of the shoe opens up as a pair of baby blue painted nails pinch you firmly, yanking you out and upwards. ] (after:35s)[[[Continue|Discovered Alt Girl]]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[The Tunnels]''// Head upside down, staring at you between her legs, the Gremlin Girl gawks at you after hearing your request. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“EHHH?! Morsel is WEAK AND SLOW?!” ] She puffs out her cheeks in annoyance, seemingly having little patience or respect for footdraggers. Harumphing, the Gremlin Girl slows her pace down to a steady crawl, in opposition to her feral bounding from earlier. Minutes drag on, the only sight for you in this darkness is the girl’s heavy green butt, now caked with dirt. Without warning, the Gremlin Girl turns around in the tunnel and snatches you firmly in her fists. (text-colour:#6f956f)[“We here, Morsel.”] States the Gremlin Girl plainly. Unknowingly, the pressure she is exerting upon you is excessive, knocking the wind out of your lungs, causing you to pass out in a mix of exhaustion and lack of oxygen. --- [[Continue|Gilly Destination2]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Stay Still]''// You decide to stay absolutely still in hopes that the previous irritation of the tight shorts masks your presence. Slowly, the baby blue painted nails of the Alt Girl appear, poised to itch directly beside you where the red lines of irritation lay. Gingerly, the girl scratches the itchy spot letting out a satisfied sigh, fingers missing you entirely. You sigh in unison with the girl. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You do notice other lines further up past the tight band of the daisy dukes too. Perhaps you could [[do the girl a favor]] and scratch these lines as well? Or you can let your temptations surge forth, and [[climb into the back of her shorts]] fully now that she is distracted.

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,orange)[Chaos in Victory]''// (set: $Chaos to it + 1) You flip the bodyguard off, cackling in your victory. You know the rules of Fantasia University, as Ms. Meadows had stated, use the methods that work for success. You can’t help it if stupid individuals get in your way. Margo grits her teeth yet stays firmly planted in place. Another victory for you, as you saunter away back towards the (link-goto:"Entrance Foyer").

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,green)[Discovered]''// Deceding to head directly past the Alt Girl, you sneak right past her and towards the gap between the mohagony doors. As you creep forwards, a blinding light flashes across your form and suddenly a small bell chimes from either side of the door. A trip laser, set at tiny height, was set to notify and all of potential intruders. You here the footfalls of the giantess behind you before you turn around. Giant tan pillars of flesh flank you on either side, while farther above, the girl's tight daisy dukes hug her crotch firmly. The Alt Girl smiles down, almost like a cat sizing up its prey. ##(text-colour:blue)["Sup Pipsqueek."] [[Continue.|attention]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,magenta)[Alt Girl's Ass]''// You decide to move along the left butt cheek of the Alt Girl towards the center crease of her butt. You don't have to travel far, given her cheeks are on the small size. As you near the center, the tightness of the flesh begins to soften until the left cheek dips down into a thin divided line. Between the line, the black band of the Alt Girl's thong rests lightly nestled between the pale white globes of flesh. The thong band is set in a way to hide any sight the Alt Girl's private parts. No wedgie whatsoever. You figure the thong is fit more for function as opposed to style. Nevertheless, you have some ideas. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_86eb72b696eb475ab952d4839f3b1466~mv2.png"> --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:magenta)[[[Smell Thong]<c1| [Lick Thong]<c2| []<c5|(click: ?c1)[(replace:?c5)[The scent is only slightly musty, given the constrictive surroundings. Yet, there is still a tinge of clean fragrance. The underwear is definitely washed often and well.]](click: ?c2)[(replace:?c5)[The black elastic band tastes soapy. The dampness of your tongue dries out from the lick.]] [Part Thong]<c3|]] []<c6|(click: ?c3)[(replace:?c6)[You carefully part the innermost portion of the thong. It doesn't take much effort, given that the garment is already loosely draped across the cleft and not wedged deep between them. Heat radiates around the center of her thong where you surmise her asshole must be. As you peel back the fabric, a small folded brown line, which you know is the exterior of her anus, comes into sight. But before you can pull the thong aside any further, the chamber around you jolts suddenly. A whirlwind of movement occurs and you are tossed about... (text-colour:red)[[[Continue.|Decimation]]] ]]

//''(b4r:"none","none","outset")+(b4r-size:1,1,1,3)+(b4r-colour:white,white,red)[Demon]''// #(text-colour:red)[(char-style: via (t8n-delay:pos*80)+(t8n:'instant'))[SLICE]] <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_1483d847f18e40ada5651a9aae4cd741~mv2.png"> Blinding red light. Spots form in your vision. A rush of smokey black air fills the room. Sputtering, you wipe your stinging eyes. Still clenched within the fist of the demonic Monrose, you feel gravity shift around you as your captor begins to stand. The hand unfurls as the dust begins to settle. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Arise sister Gillian, view the world now as one of our kin!” ] There, before you stands Gilly, her head lowered. With Monrose’s words, slowly the Gremlin Girl lifts her gaze to meet yours. --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_d6fe9852bacd462d9caed2bedb19c438~mv2.png"> --- Astonishingly, no wound is present whatsoever over Gilly’s left eye. Instead, the eyeball gleans a sickly red glow, with deep black veins coalescing amongst the span of her iris. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“BAHAHAHAHA! The Coven of Fantasia has gained a new sister! Go now my thrall, return to your fetid vents and find me our treacherous kin. I know Joan is hidden away somewhere in the dungeons below, she can’t evade us forever.”] In a quiet, monotone obedience, Gilly whispers forth…(text-color:#6f956f)[”Yes my Mistress.”] Then, with a flash of red and green, Gilly darts towards a ceiling vent at the far end of the Gallery. Crouching low, she bounds upwards, smashing through the metal grate, disappearing out of sight. The open palm curls inwards, clenching you firmly as you are brought up towards Monrose’s face. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“Now then, my tiny hero, I believe I’ve earned a just reward after dealing with your antics thus far, hmm?” ] She pinches you roughly between her thumb and index finger, orienting you face first before her plush ruby red lips. The jaws part with her next, albeit brief words. (text-color:#a40aeb)[“I think its time that I indulged in a succulent treat.” ] #MLAAAHHH! --- <style> img { max-width:100%; max-height:100%; } </style> <img src = "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/9f3336_124766a44d3247d198f35ebf3819cc40~mv2.png"> --- Languidly, the demonic Mistress opens her massive maw wide, tossing you inwards with little to no effort. #SNAP! Darkness. [[Continue|Monrose Unwilling Vore Event]]