Plucking the helpless man between her dagger-like nails, the giant woman dragged him over to a pair of shot glasses sitting on the next counter. He landed softly on the glass, his light weight preventing any real damage, but found himself unable to escape; the glass was simply too sheer to surface.
”Wellll, I dont really caaaare what you think, but ssssince you are soooo obssessed with my drinking, how's 'bout you help?" she joked as she entered another transformation into her phone.
The man, desperately pounding against his glass prison, melted away in an instant. Like an ice cube tossed into a deep-frier, his human form dissolved away, breaking down into a caramel-colored liquid. No trace of the man was left and even the liquor he had become was soon disappeared down Lizzie's gullet. With a deep breath, she swallowed, sending him down to be with whatever else she had been drinking.
"Oh fuck," she said between coughs, "he was bitter assss hell! I'm glad he ain't gonna be in our game."
The game, Lizzie would go on to describe, was simple: they were all competing to be transformed back to normal. Each round, they'd have to complete a certain task, and the biggest loser would be subject to a humiliating punishment. The other losers would be as well, but less so. This usually involved transformation, but not always so.
The men were a mixture of horrified and angered, with you more in the first category. How you felt didnt really matter, though, as Lizzie declared your first challenge. You were to...
”Wellll, I dont really caaaare what you think, but ssssince you are soooo obssessed with my drinking, how's 'bout you help?" she joked as she entered another transformation into her phone.
The man, desperately pounding against his glass prison, melted away in an instant. Like an ice cube tossed into a deep-frier, his human form dissolved away, breaking down into a caramel-colored liquid. No trace of the man was left and even the liquor he had become was soon disappeared down Lizzie's gullet. With a deep breath, she swallowed, sending him down to be with whatever else she had been drinking.
"Oh fuck," she said between coughs, "he was bitter assss hell! I'm glad he ain't gonna be in our game."
The game, Lizzie would go on to describe, was simple: they were all competing to be transformed back to normal. Each round, they'd have to complete a certain task, and the biggest loser would be subject to a humiliating punishment. The other losers would be as well, but less so. This usually involved transformation, but not always so.
The men were a mixture of horrified and angered, with you more in the first category. How you felt didnt really matter, though, as Lizzie declared your first challenge. You were to...
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July 28, 2023
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