fionabrown
09-23-2004, 4:11 AM
...nearly there...
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Marlow, locked alone in the office, took the opportunity to sniff around. Madame Giganta had few papers scattered around - he wondered what the point of the office was. Maybe she liked the scenario. In a chest in the corner he found a brown suit. He looked through the pockets - it was Jones's suit. So he had been here, and Madame Giganta knew something. Marlow gulped at the possibility that she had used her sadistic streak on Jones - he would be no match for her enormous size and incredible strength, and her seemingly endless desire for slow, painful crushing.
He heard something and spun around. Madame Giganta was standing at the door, looking at him, and blocking his escape.
'Enjoy the show today? Sam told me you were watching.'
She regarded him with a cool expression. Marlow said nothing for the moment.
They stood opposite each other, Marlow holding Jones's suit in his hands. Madame Giganta made no move. 'Darling, we could have had so much fun' she said. She paused. 'Yes, I am going to have so much fun. This will take all night, if you last that long.' Marlow didn't like the sound of that. 'Then you will be mine forever' she added. Marlow definitely didnt like the sound of that at all.
She stepped away from the door, and towards her desk. Marlow contemplated his opportunity for escape, but within a moment she reached out and gripped his head in her hand from above. Her fingers squeezed gently, painfully crushing Marlow. She picked him up like this, and flung him over to the couch by the back wall. She pulled her chair opposite him and sat down. He didn't dare move.
'Its time you met Jones' she said. The surprise on Marlow's face was visible. She looked down at her enormous foot and said 'remove my shoe'. Marlow looked down at the massive shoe - he estimated its size as 3 feet long, by about 18 inches wide. Then he noticed the toon fingers trapped poking out from an edge. She still had that toon in her shoe - and she had been walking around crushing him since she left the office.
She lifted her leg, and Marlow prized the shoe from her foot. He peered in and a completely flat toon face stared mournfully up at him from the heel, with a resigned expression. Marlow had a feeling that this was Jones. Something also told him that he would be the sole of her other shoe before tomorrow. Madame Gigantess reached down and peeled the toon from the sole.
She blew hard into his mouth, and he immediately reinflated. He was the same height and build as Marlow. It was amazing that as a toon he could be squeezed into a small enough shape to fit between her buttocks or into her shoe. He looked drained, and Madame Giganta sat him on the couch beside Marlow. 'Meet Mr Jones' she said.
Sitting opposite, she looked at the two of them, as if deciding what to do next. 'Watch' she instructed. Marlow didn't dare disobey. She reached out and picked up Jones, and stood up, facing away from Marlow. Jones seemed to know what to do next. He crept behind her. Marlow looked up - Madame Giganta seemed taller and wider than before. He watched, transfixed, as Jones put his hands on those enormous buttocks, and with some effort, pushed them apart. At that moment, Madame Giganta reached behind her and slowly pushed Jones's face up between her buttocks. She did it very slowly for maximum effect on Marlow. Her buttocks were so huge and deep that Jones's head was completely swallowed. The skin closed firmly behind him, sealing him in.
Madame Giganta visibly clenched her buttocks. She had massive muscles there, with powerful strength, so that Marlow could see them obviously squeeze Jones between them. He guessed that the toon was in pain, because his hands shot up and tried to prise his head free. Madame Giganta strolled towards her huge wooden chair, and turned around. Looking straight at Marlow she slowly sat down. He read her eyes: they said 'This will be you'.
'I knew you'd track him down' she bellowed. Suddenly he recognised the voice. It had been a trap. She had wanted him to find Jones. 'I get so few people here. I love to feel your bones crunch. Squashing a toon is not the same. Sure, I can hurt them for days on end, and you'd only last seconds where Jones is now.' She looked right at him. 'But there is no satisfaction in toontown like turning you into mush under me. I made Jones last almost a whole afternoon, and now look at him'. Marlow knew the score - a dead person can easily become a toon with the right chemicals - the only problem is that they can never then die. And after his no doubt excrutiating afternoon, he had now to serve as Madame Giganta's squashable toy. Marlow wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen to him.
Reading his mind, Madame Giganta stood up, and pushed the massive desk over in front of the door. His only escape was now blocked - the desk was bigger than his car, and he knew that he had no chance of moving it even an inch.
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Marlow, locked alone in the office, took the opportunity to sniff around. Madame Giganta had few papers scattered around - he wondered what the point of the office was. Maybe she liked the scenario. In a chest in the corner he found a brown suit. He looked through the pockets - it was Jones's suit. So he had been here, and Madame Giganta knew something. Marlow gulped at the possibility that she had used her sadistic streak on Jones - he would be no match for her enormous size and incredible strength, and her seemingly endless desire for slow, painful crushing.
He heard something and spun around. Madame Giganta was standing at the door, looking at him, and blocking his escape.
'Enjoy the show today? Sam told me you were watching.'
She regarded him with a cool expression. Marlow said nothing for the moment.
They stood opposite each other, Marlow holding Jones's suit in his hands. Madame Giganta made no move. 'Darling, we could have had so much fun' she said. She paused. 'Yes, I am going to have so much fun. This will take all night, if you last that long.' Marlow didn't like the sound of that. 'Then you will be mine forever' she added. Marlow definitely didnt like the sound of that at all.
She stepped away from the door, and towards her desk. Marlow contemplated his opportunity for escape, but within a moment she reached out and gripped his head in her hand from above. Her fingers squeezed gently, painfully crushing Marlow. She picked him up like this, and flung him over to the couch by the back wall. She pulled her chair opposite him and sat down. He didn't dare move.
'Its time you met Jones' she said. The surprise on Marlow's face was visible. She looked down at her enormous foot and said 'remove my shoe'. Marlow looked down at the massive shoe - he estimated its size as 3 feet long, by about 18 inches wide. Then he noticed the toon fingers trapped poking out from an edge. She still had that toon in her shoe - and she had been walking around crushing him since she left the office.
She lifted her leg, and Marlow prized the shoe from her foot. He peered in and a completely flat toon face stared mournfully up at him from the heel, with a resigned expression. Marlow had a feeling that this was Jones. Something also told him that he would be the sole of her other shoe before tomorrow. Madame Gigantess reached down and peeled the toon from the sole.
She blew hard into his mouth, and he immediately reinflated. He was the same height and build as Marlow. It was amazing that as a toon he could be squeezed into a small enough shape to fit between her buttocks or into her shoe. He looked drained, and Madame Giganta sat him on the couch beside Marlow. 'Meet Mr Jones' she said.
Sitting opposite, she looked at the two of them, as if deciding what to do next. 'Watch' she instructed. Marlow didn't dare disobey. She reached out and picked up Jones, and stood up, facing away from Marlow. Jones seemed to know what to do next. He crept behind her. Marlow looked up - Madame Giganta seemed taller and wider than before. He watched, transfixed, as Jones put his hands on those enormous buttocks, and with some effort, pushed them apart. At that moment, Madame Giganta reached behind her and slowly pushed Jones's face up between her buttocks. She did it very slowly for maximum effect on Marlow. Her buttocks were so huge and deep that Jones's head was completely swallowed. The skin closed firmly behind him, sealing him in.
Madame Giganta visibly clenched her buttocks. She had massive muscles there, with powerful strength, so that Marlow could see them obviously squeeze Jones between them. He guessed that the toon was in pain, because his hands shot up and tried to prise his head free. Madame Giganta strolled towards her huge wooden chair, and turned around. Looking straight at Marlow she slowly sat down. He read her eyes: they said 'This will be you'.
'I knew you'd track him down' she bellowed. Suddenly he recognised the voice. It had been a trap. She had wanted him to find Jones. 'I get so few people here. I love to feel your bones crunch. Squashing a toon is not the same. Sure, I can hurt them for days on end, and you'd only last seconds where Jones is now.' She looked right at him. 'But there is no satisfaction in toontown like turning you into mush under me. I made Jones last almost a whole afternoon, and now look at him'. Marlow knew the score - a dead person can easily become a toon with the right chemicals - the only problem is that they can never then die. And after his no doubt excrutiating afternoon, he had now to serve as Madame Giganta's squashable toy. Marlow wanted to make sure it wouldn't happen to him.
Reading his mind, Madame Giganta stood up, and pushed the massive desk over in front of the door. His only escape was now blocked - the desk was bigger than his car, and he knew that he had no chance of moving it even an inch.