This choice: You muster up some bravery, climb the table, and confront her. • Go Back...Chapter #4You muster up some bravery, climb the table, an... by: Bill   Staring around the restaurant all you see are gargantuan SSBBWs lumbering around, bellies bouncing, thighs jiggling with each step, and asses wobbling. You are amazed. It's like heaven and hell came together into one reality.
From the edge of the table you see the door to the Taco Bell all the way across the restaurant. Standing between you are at least dozen patrons, not to mention the Taco Bell workers- who are just as gloriously fat. It would be a miracle if you made it all the way to the door without being stepped on or noticed. It might be worth a shot, butttt
"If I'm going to die do I really want it to be from one of these ladies accidentally squashing me with their shoe? And if one of them where to find me..."
You scan the room looking at your potential captors and possibly killers. Although they are all breathtakingly fat and gigantic, none are as beautiful as the Latina behind you who was still chowing down on her Taco Bell.
"BBBBBBLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEERRRGGGGHHHH"
The burp rocks that air around you.
"Oooh. You know what they say, compliments to the chef," as she proceeds to launch back into eating.
The grease from her burrito dribbles down the side of her mouth slowly, almost making it to her double chin before she daintly wipes herself off with a napkin and her tongue licks the rest of her lips clean. Her lips are cherry red from the lipstick. Her tan skin and big brown eyes are beautiful.
"If I'm going to get caught and killed...which inevitably one of the two is going to happen I suppose, it might as well be with this beauty."
As you stand their trying to drum up the courage you realize the Latina Queen is finishing her last few bites. With a concerted effort she chews the last bit of burrito slowly, taking large sips of soda to help wash it down.
There was no more time to think about what might happen it was now or never to confront the Latina princess. Despite the fact that she was morbidly obese it would be impossible to keep up with her gargantuan stride if she decided to get up and leave the restaurant. As you run toward her you notice her eyes are closed and she's rubbing the top most roll of her double belly. She's moaning softly and once again licks her lips clean.
"Excuse me!!! Excuse me!!! down here!!! Hello!!!"
You run across the table just in front of her tray waving your hands frantically in the air.
From the booth behind you, you hear "Sherryl, did you hear that? I could have sworn I heard a tiny."
'Oh no. oh no, I was too loud, I didn't want anyone else to find me. just my Latina goddess."
Turning around you see the backside of an even fatter woman- probably closer to 700 lbs. She's a white woman with a thick country drawl.
"I think I did hear a tiny Sherryl, and if I find you little tiny. I'M GOIN EAT YA."
'Oh no! Oh no, not good,' your mind races. Careful, not to break eye contact with your new predator you start backing away slowly step by step, you can see the Latina's drink in your peripheral vision, if you could just creep behind it the country lady wouldn't see you.
The country lady had now stood up from her booth and was looking under it and all around, but had yet to look back to the Latina's table.
"Oh little tinyyyyyy. Wheeeeerrrreeeee areeeeee youuuuu? You can't hide forever. If you come out now I'll make this nice and easy for you, but if you make me search for you....well let's just say my record for keeping a tiny alive is eating all four of his little limbs before he finally gave up and died. I popped his little body in my mouth like a raisin after that....now you don't want that do you? Come out come out wherever you are!!!"
You're nearing the drink...it's only a few feet away. The blonde country girl is getting up now and starting to look in her booth, if she turned her head slightly to the right you'd be done for... the drink is close it's right there it's
BOOM
Darkness overcame your world.
"Wake up ...it's time to wake up now...I said wake uppppppppp."
Confused and shaken, literally awake to being violently shaken back and forth.
"AHHH," you scream.
'That's better little one, I think I scared you a bit and you passed out, you poor little thing."
Eyes adjusting to the light you realize the source of your shaking and the new predicament you find yourself in. Wrapped around your body tightly are the fat fingers of your Latina goodess. Her nails match her lipstick and are a cherry red. Your vision returns and you see that the boulder in front of you is actually the Latina's beautiful face, even more gorgeous and gigantic up close.
"Hey there little tiny, my name is Camila. I'd ask your name but I've think you look like a Mark so that's what I'm going to call you. It's a good thing I grabbed you when I did Mark, that lady Susan was going to eat you ... Since I saved your life I think you owe me a favor."
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