This choice: She wants you to retrieve something for her • Go Back... Madame Rosella smirks and says "Alright, short one. If you ever want to touch that little pecker of yours again without turning into a flea, you should listen up. I'm going to give you a task to perform, and if you do a good job, I might just think about lifting that pesky curse off of you. Understand?" You nod up and down, not really knowing what she has in store for you. But you know that you'd do anything to be free of the constant worry of shrinking down to tiny size at the slightest hint of arousal. The Gypsy walks over to you and bends down for a second, reaching for something at her feet. When she stands back up, she is holding a small toe-ring in between her fingers. "Do you see this ring, little one?" You don't like how she's calling you that, but you reply "Yes" anyway, just to get the instructions you need. She holds it directly in front of your face and says "I used to have a second one, just like this. Remember what it looks like, because you're going to retrieve the other one for me."
She walks casually over to the card-reading table and takes a seat, raising her leg up to put the toe-ring back on her second largest toe. She wiggles the digits playfully and says "There is a woman who runs the carnival. Russian girl named Ilsa. She sleeps in a trailer similar to this one on the other side of the camp. She has stolen my ring, I'm sure of it. So you will get the ring back from her, and bring it to me. I don't care how you do it, i just want it back." She lays back and rests her feet on the table, and rubs her crotch gently. You try to look away so as not to be aroused again, but that's when the gypsy says "And if you return empty handed, not only will the curse stay on your body, but i will force you to smell my pussy until you can fit completely inside of it. So you'd better hurry if you don't want to spend your final moments on this earth drowning in my juices."
Before you can answer or even snap out of your stunned silence, she waves one of her hands quickly, which makes the tent flap that was previously inescapable fly open. You have your mission. You know the stakes. So now all you need to do is grab that toe ring and this nightmare will be over. You walk through the fair, taking note at a few people who glance over in your direction. You've definitely lost enough of your previous height that you've become somewhat of a sight to see. You pray you don't run into your girlfriend, knowing that there's no logical way you could explain the curse to her without her getting angry at you. Luckily, you don't see Maggie anywhere. Instead, you find yourself at the end of the faire. It's not as crowded, there's just a few food vendors with short lines and the trailers meant for the owners of the carnival. You look into one of the cabins and see a huge stack of money, briefcases filled with clothes, and a massive, unorganized pile of jewelry. The ring must be in that pile! You wait for the coast to be clear and look back into the cabin.
You need to plan out exactly how you're going to get that ring back, and you know that it's going to be much more complicated if Ilsa is actually in the room at the time of your retrieval... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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