You had enough of this creepy display and took her hands of you with ease: “Listen lady, I don’t know what mental illness you have, but I’m out of here.” You could feel she tried with all her might to fight against your grip, but you were far stronger than her weak arms: “n-no! you don’t understand.” You push her off, but she immediate grabbed you again, however this time the grip was stronger. Surprised you tried to shove her hands off you again, this time you struggled with her. You then stared at her and noticed that she seemed taller than before, but the continual, aggressive groping angered you: “Get your hands off me, you crazy gypsy.” However you found yourself losing the fight more and more, as you it got harder and harder to wrestle her hands off you, it made you panic as well when you looked back at her and her height had increased even more, she was on eyesight with you now.
Her eyes covered in thick, dark mascara gleamed behind her long, black, curly hair, and she smiled when she saw the realization in your scared eyes: “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, my disrespectful, little guest.” Her right hand grabbed the back of your head, and forced you towards the deep, dark end of the tent; an area behind curtains that functioned as her bedroom.
Her she pushed you onto her bed, and you looked up at her with fear as you knew that she was definitely bigger than before now. Her body had gotten larger, much stronger, her tiny top didn’t cover her now toned stomach and her boobs where showing.
swelling over the edge pressed together, they threaten to break free with every breath she took. Noticeable bulges were formed behind her red sleeves, which were peeled back a few inches from her hands. “You know what” growled Madam Rosella: “I’m TIRED of being mocked by foolish men like you!” her shadow loomed over you, as she ripped the sleeves off herself, showing her strong arms. “Tired of being stepped on because of my…” with both arms she split open her top, freeing her bloated tits: “…size!” she panted, while looking down on you and threw the remaining pieces of her top behind her, her messy, black hair covering her face made her look like an animal.
“But now” she sneered: “I’m taking my revenge.” You could do nothing but watch her grow, while you slowly crawled backwards away from her until you hit the end of the bed. Never had you been this scared in your life as this huge, angry, foreign woman, which used to be a scrawny, 4 feet tall, cheap fortuneteller, prowled closer to you. Her butt exploded her skirt open with a bang, making Madam Rosella grunt while holding eye contact with her prey.
Her face was above you now, her hair surrounding you like a jungle of black vines “I’m going to ruin your life… “ she cupped your face in her huge right hand in one tight grip, clenching her teeth at you: “I’m going to fuck you, fuck you hard and deep, until you cum inside of me and make me pregnant. And I will tell everyone that you’re the father and demand you to raise this child with me, legally binding you as my slave. I will make you take care of me, rubbing my feet while I lazily lay in bed, growing fatter and bigger, cause you will feed my growing body too!
And I will laugh and mock you the entire time, torture you between by giant, smelly toes and command you around endlessly, making sure you treat me like the queen that I’m!”
You were covering between her kneeling, thick legs, and saw her take her left hand down to her crotch, where her panties barely covered her wild, growing pussy, with hair sprouting out in all directions from the panties, and she ripped them off like nothing, exposing her dripping, wet cunt to you. “And when the baby is born, I will fuck you again till I get pregnant, and do that every time I give birth, repeatingly getting pregnant again and again and again, having more and more gypsy children. And I will make sure that each son become tall, strong and grow big dicks to fuck more gypsy children into white girls, and my daughters busty and extremely fertile to breed gypsy children all the time, making them bigger and bigger, a growing population of gypsys taking over the world! Filthy, dirty and horny gypsys fucking and growing all the time! And you can do nothing but watch me grow larger and larger while taking care of hundreds and hundreds of growing babies, cleaning and cooking all the time while getting weaker as my people grow each and every day! DO YOU STILL QUESTION MY POWER, TINY MAN?!” roared Madam Rosella, while shaking your pale head.
You had closed your eyes as spit rained down on your face while she spoke. Shaking and terrified out of your mind you could do nothing else but whimper a tiny: “….no….”.
A satisfied grin spread on the buff, brown amazon gypsy’s face: “gooood….”
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