Closer and closer, the giantess squats over me, showing off her bare bottom. It’s not a gesture of friendliness or even invitation, as she exposes her nether region to me, preparing to mash her genitalia into my entire person. No, it’s a strange form of threat, because her broad palms are striking her butt cheeks with increasing violence. I don’t understand the nature of the threat: is she going to crush me against her butt, like an errant mosquito? Is she going to pummel me beneath her dancing buttocks, raining blows upon my frail, defenseless body with her massive bottom? Perhaps she’ll deliver the death-blow by sitting on me, smothering me in the moist recesses of her labia, or fitting her asshole over my face, daring me to draw a breath.
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