Sweat trickles down your brow as Zarah continues to molest you, clearly enjoying the game you've started. "What big breasts you have, Mrs. Bonegrinder!" Zarah takes one gigantic breast in her free hand and squeezes, moaning in pleasure as she continues to watch you with an unwavering gaze.
"The better to lure tender young boys like yourself to dinner!" She takes a nipple between her fingers and strokes it gently. "Also, the better to see if they can make these tits any bigger." She winks at you and runs her tongue along her glistening lips. Her grip on you tightens slightly. "I bet you can."
You swallow dryly. This game is getting very, very dangerous. You wonder how much longer the troll will decide to keep toying with you before she tires of you. You still can't quite believe that what's happening to you isn't just some crazy dream. Your head spins with a mix of confusion and pleasure as you try to resolve the mundane start to the school day with its inevitably macabre ending. You should have never gone for that walk in the woods... and you should have stopped Samantha. You feel queasy as you imagine Gorlak gobbling up your best friend and returning home to find his wife stuffed from having dined upon you. Despite your terror and your desire to escape and live a long life, you can't deny that there's something intoxicatingly erotic about being subjected to a humiliating and painful death at the hands of this curvaceous troll. With this thought, your gaze wanders down her glistening and rather ample curves as you try to imagine how many hapless boys she must have devoured to have acquired such a full figure. Eventually, your eyes come to rest on the plump folds of her vagina. You can't help but wonder how much of your body will end up fattening Zarah's labia... some irrational part of you whispers in the back of your mind, Hey, it wouldn't be so bad to become pussy-fat, right? You can certainly think of worse scenarios.
