The giantess was a giant anthropomorphic kangaroo tens of thousands of times bigger than your millimeter-high self. She was a orange-pink furred kangaroo with short orange-red hair worn in a bob cut and was wearing a skin tight white skirt, purple shirt and white jacket with what looked like an emerald pendant to go with her eyes. She also had freckles. From the looks of it, this kangaroo giantess was very fat with a large protruding belly, F-cup breasts and a large rear. However, she was not too heavy to hop as she proceeded to bounce into the room, creating earthquakes with her every move.
The kangaroo then looks down at you and smiles as you step back. "There you are, you naughty boy," says the colossal kangaroo woman in a scolding tone as she swings her finger from side to side. "Don't you realize how much of a nuisance it is for me to have to look for someone as tiny as you." That kangaroo's voice sounds slightly familiar but then the roo woman holds her stomach and lets out several small belches. "Ugh," she groans. "My stomach has been (burp!) killing me lately. Something is (burp!) wrong with me! Hold on (burp!) sweetie! Mama needs her antacids." The kangaroo giantess begins to root through her pouch and pauses to let out a rather loud fart before she takes out a packet of antacids and pops one the size of a flying saucer to you into her mouth and swallows it.
"Ugh," says the kangaroo giantess with another small burp. "That's a little better. I'm really gassy these days and I can't figure out why." The kangaroo then hiccups and lowers her fingers. You try to run but since you're only a single millimeter tall, the roo's fingers are as big as islands and pick you up and take you to her face. You look up in the face of the enormously big, ginormously fat, gassy kangaroo giantess and you give a face of surprise. Aside from her marsupial features, this titanic kangaroo looked almost identical to your mother.
"You are a naughty boy always getting lost like that," says the kangaroo in your mother's voice. "I guess it's my own fault given how puny you came out. Now, I'm going out and I'm taking you with me so you don't get into any trouble. But where to put you. Aha. I've got it."
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