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Madame Giganta... Toon Dom... pt1
OK! Here's the first part of a crazy story. Just wait for the rest!
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Marlow has some serious investigating to do. He'd been contacted about Mr Jones - who had disappeared. Could he be found? For a fee, anyone could be found.
He spent an afternoon rummaging through Jones's apartment. He tracked down an appointment - late at night, the evening Jones disappeared. It was in toontown, and a seedy district. Marlow hesitantly started the car. He'd been to that area before and knew what to expect.
He hated toons - they never knew when to stop. And you couldn't kill them. They would bend, stretch, squash and mash into nothing, and then bounce back as if nothing had happened. And he hated toontown - it was full of toons.
It didn't take him long to arrive. It was a long, low, green building - all of the windows and doors at odd angles. Same as every other building in the street. Red lights flashed within some of the windows.
The door said Madame Giganta - Personal Services. He rang the bell. The door buzzed open and he made his way up the staircase. At the top another door swung open as he reached the last step, and he looked ahead straight into the massive breasts of a giant toon. He looked up, past those enormous breasts of - he guessed - Madame Giganta. He estimated that she was over 10 feet tall. Weight had no meaning to a toon, but he was sure that she would be over 800 - 1000 lbs. She wore a long dress that left nothing to the imagination. She beckoned him to a chair in front of a huge desk. He sat down and she sat behind the desk.
'Well squirt, what can I do for you?' As she said it she rested her massive hands on his. They felt heavy to him, and pinned his arms to the desk. He tried to pull his hands away but she pressed down and gripped his wrists. It was the gentlest, simplest exertion to her, but Marlow was firmly pinned. Her hands were huge and strong - easily big enough to fit round his head - he was sure they could crush him flat. He decided he had better take care and adopt a gently approach, instead of trying to threaten her.
'Madame Giganta, I've come a long way, and I need your help'. He waited for her response. He felt her foot come up underneath the desk and press between his legs. He looked down - that foot was as big and almost as wide as his chest. He didn't try to pull away. 'I'm looking for Mr Jones'. Suddenly the foot pulled away, but the grip on his wrists remained as firm.
'Who?' asked the toon dominatrix.
'Jones - he was here last week. The last time he was seen alive'.
Madame Giganta thought for a minute, but declared 'I dont know who you mean'.
She let go of his wrists and stood up. She seemed even taller.
'I think its time for you to go'.
Marlow had seen this routine before, and opted to comply.
'You're such a darling' she exclaimed as he stood up. She strode over to him and put her hand at the back of his neck. She pressed his face into her huge breast. He was firmly held. The breast was easily bigger than his head, and his breath was cut off. 'But perhaps you really want to play?' He tried to pull away and she picked up that message. 'Well, next time, I'm sure'. As he left, he wondered what she meant. But he guessed he would be back.
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He considered leaving toontown, but decided to stick around and do some watching. Madame Giganta left, and he crept round the back of the building. He found his way back in, and was beginning to leaf through her papers, when he heard the door. He quickly hid in a cupboard - the kind that was always conveniently placed in toontown - and peered out through an airvent.
Madame Giganta strolled back in, closely followed by Yosemite Sam. He wasn't wearing his hat - in fact he wasn't wearing anything at all. The size difference was astonishing. He was smaller than Marlow expected him to be, and only came up to Madame Giganta's knees.
She reached down and put her hand around his neck. Then she squeezed tightly - his eyes bulged right out as she picked him up. Even though he was a toon, Marlow could see that he still felt pain, that much was obvious. And Madame Giganta didn't seem to care. She placed him sideways on her chair, and as she put him down, Marlow saw in shock that Yosemite Sam had spotted him in the cupboard. Sam tried to point, but Madame Giganta positioned herself at that moment, and sat down, relaxing on him. Marlow watched in astonishment as she stretched out her legs, crushing Sam into the chair. Her enormous behind was wider than he was tall. Marlow knew that Madame Giganta was squashing Sam so that he was only millimeters flat. She sat like that, smoking, but not moving, for almost an hour. Then she stood up, taking Sam with her. He was stuck to the bottom of her dress! She reached behind and unpeeled him. He inflated slowly, but didn't say a word. Perhaps he had forgotten Marlow.
Moments after he left, the door bell rang again. In bounded another toon that Marlow didnt recognise. He and Madame Giganta both undressed. Marlow marvelled at the sight of her buttocks - they were easily large enough to swallow his head. He didn't know why that thought popped into his head, but it certainly made him gulp.
Madame Giganta pulled her hand back, then slapped the toon hard across the face. He flew into the wall, making an indent, and bounced off. Before he could get up, Madame Giganta strolled across to him, and placed her foot on his body. Her toes stretched past his chin, and her heel down past the toon's crotch. Her foot was as wide as the toon's chest. Her shadow fell across him and he looked pained as she pressed down. Within a moment she was standing on him with her full weight. His head and eyes bulged comically and she stepped from foot to foot, pulverising him. Then she brought her foot over his head, and quickly stepped down. Her foot appeared to be flat on the floor, but the toon desparately scrabbled and tried to lift the massive weight. Once again she stood, enjoying the pain she was causing. Marlow had no doubt that she was built for this one purpose, but he could tell that there was something lacking in her eyes.
She stepped off the toon, and picked him up. She rolled him into a ball, squeezing him tighter and tighter. Her massive hands effortlessly pummeled his shape into a football sized sphere, and Madame Giganta reached behind her and spread her buttocks. Her back was to Marlow and he had a perfect view as she squashed the toon tightly in between her massive cheeks. As she did so the toon managed to free one hand, which hung comically down between her legs. She clenched her buttocks tightly as only a toon dominatrix can, gripping the little toon man firmly. The free arm scrabbled for escape - Marlow guessed that the toon was no longer enjoying himself - as Madame Giganta took a step back to the hard wooden chair and sat down. She was certainly merciless. She sat for about 40 minutes this time, and when she stood up Marlow watched carefully as she pulled the toon out from her huge ass. It had moulded him into a paper thin line apart from his arm. Madame Giganta reached forward and grabbed her shoe. She placed the toon inside the shoe against the sole, and slid her foot in. She dressed fully, switched off the lights, locked and left the office.
Marlow was trapped - this window was sealed, and there was no escape. He peered cautiously out and saw Madame Giganta strolling away down the street, intentionally stepping on anything and anybody she passed.
just an awesome story
Madame Giganta... Toon Dom... pt1
OK! Here's the first part of a crazy story. Just wait for the rest!
F
===
Marlow has some serious investigating to do. He'd been contacted about Mr Jones - who had disappeared. Could he be found? For a fee, anyone could be found.
He spent an afternoon rummaging through Jones's apartment. He tracked down an appointment - late at night, the evening Jones disappeared. It was in toontown, and a seedy district. Marlow hesitantly started the car. He'd been to that area before and knew what to expect.
He hated toons - they never knew when to stop. And you couldn't kill them. They would bend, stretch, squash and mash into nothing, and then bounce back as if nothing had happened. And he hated toontown - it was full of toons.
It didn't take him long to arrive. It was a long, low, green building - all of the windows and doors at odd angles. Same as every other building in the street. Red lights flashed within some of the windows.
The door said Madame Giganta - Personal Services. He rang the bell. The door buzzed open and he made his way up the staircase. At the top another door swung open as he reached the last step, and he looked ahead straight into the massive breasts of a giant toon. He looked up, past those enormous breasts of - he guessed - Madame Giganta. He estimated that she was over 10 feet tall. Weight had no meaning to a toon, but he was sure that she would be over 800 - 1000 lbs. She wore a long dress that left nothing to the imagination. She beckoned him to a chair in front of a huge desk. He sat down and she sat behind the desk.
'Well squirt, what can I do for you?' As she said it she rested her massive hands on his. They felt heavy to him, and pinned his arms to the desk. He tried to pull his hands away but she pressed down and gripped his wrists. It was the gentlest, simplest exertion to her, but Marlow was firmly pinned. Her hands were huge and strong - easily big enough to fit round his head - he was sure they could crush him flat. He decided he had better take care and adopt a gently approach, instead of trying to threaten her.
'Madame Giganta, I've come a long way, and I need your help'. He waited for her response. He felt her foot come up underneath the desk and press between his legs. He looked down - that foot was as big and almost as wide as his chest. He didn't try to pull away. 'I'm looking for Mr Jones'. Suddenly the foot pulled away, but the grip on his wrists remained as firm.
'Who?' asked the toon dominatrix.
'Jones - he was here last week. The last time he was seen alive'.
Madame Giganta thought for a minute, but declared 'I dont know who you mean'.
She let go of his wrists and stood up. She seemed even taller.
'I think its time for you to go'.
Marlow had seen this routine before, and opted to comply.
'You're such a darling' she exclaimed as he stood up. She strode over to him and put her hand at the back of his neck. She pressed his face into her huge breast. He was firmly held. The breast was easily bigger than his head, and his breath was cut off. 'But perhaps you really want to play?' He tried to pull away and she picked up that message. 'Well, next time, I'm sure'. As he left, he wondered what she meant. But he guessed he would be back.
===
He considered leaving toontown, but decided to stick around and do some watching. Madame Giganta left, and he crept round the back of the building. He found his way back in, and was beginning to leaf through her papers, when he heard the door. He quickly hid in a cupboard - the kind that was always conveniently placed in toontown - and peered out through an airvent.
Madame Giganta strolled back in, closely followed by Yosemite Sam. He wasn't wearing his hat - in fact he wasn't wearing anything at all. The size difference was astonishing. He was smaller than Marlow expected him to be, and only came up to Madame Giganta's knees.
She reached down and put her hand around his neck. Then she squeezed tightly - his eyes bulged right out as she picked him up. Even though he was a toon, Marlow could see that he still felt pain, that much was obvious. And Madame Giganta didn't seem to care. She placed him sideways on her chair, and as she put him down, Marlow saw in shock that Yosemite Sam had spotted him in the cupboard. Sam tried to point, but Madame Giganta positioned herself at that moment, and sat down, relaxing on him. Marlow watched in astonishment as she stretched out her legs, crushing Sam into the chair. Her enormous behind was wider than he was tall. Marlow knew that Madame Giganta was squashing Sam so that he was only millimeters flat. She sat like that, smoking, but not moving, for almost an hour. Then she stood up, taking Sam with her. He was stuck to the bottom of her dress! She reached behind and unpeeled him. He inflated slowly, but didn't say a word. Perhaps he had forgotten Marlow.
Moments after he left, the door bell rang again. In bounded another toon that Marlow didnt recognise. He and Madame Giganta both undressed. Marlow marvelled at the sight of her buttocks - they were easily large enough to swallow his head. He didn't know why that thought popped into his head, but it certainly made him gulp.
Madame Giganta pulled her hand back, then slapped the toon hard across the face. He flew into the wall, making an indent, and bounced off. Before he could get up, Madame Giganta strolled across to him, and placed her foot on his body. Her toes stretched past his chin, and her heel down past the toon's crotch. Her foot was as wide as the toon's chest. Her shadow fell across him and he looked pained as she pressed down. Within a moment she was standing on him with her full weight. His head and eyes bulged comically and she stepped from foot to foot, pulverising him. Then she brought her foot over his head, and quickly stepped down. Her foot appeared to be flat on the floor, but the toon desparately scrabbled and tried to lift the massive weight. Once again she stood, enjoying the pain she was causing. Marlow had no doubt that she was built for this one purpose, but he could tell that there was something lacking in her eyes.
She stepped off the toon, and picked him up. She rolled him into a ball, squeezing him tighter and tighter. Her massive hands effortlessly pummeled his shape into a football sized sphere, and Madame Giganta reached behind her and spread her buttocks. Her back was to Marlow and he had a perfect view as she squashed the toon tightly in between her massive cheeks. As she did so the toon managed to free one hand, which hung comically down between her legs. She clenched her buttocks tightly as only a toon dominatrix can, gripping the little toon man firmly. The free arm scrabbled for escape - Marlow guessed that the toon was no longer enjoying himself - as Madame Giganta took a step back to the hard wooden chair and sat down. She was certainly merciless. She sat for about 40 minutes this time, and when she stood up Marlow watched carefully as she pulled the toon out from her huge ass. It had moulded him into a paper thin line apart from his arm. Madame Giganta reached forward and grabbed her shoe. She placed the toon inside the shoe against the sole, and slid her foot in. She dressed fully, switched off the lights, locked and left the office.
Marlow was trapped - this window was sealed, and there was no escape. He peered cautiously out and saw Madame Giganta strolling away down the street, intentionally stepping on anything and anybody she passed.