Climb the climbing wall
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| - | You consider going up one of the palms but it looks pretty scratchy and you're not wearing any of your gear. You then run to the | + | You consider going up one of the palms but it looks pretty scratchy and you're not wearing any of your gear. You then run to the climbing wall, your tits swing wildly unrestrained. You've hardly moved your body for days and recently gave birth to hundreds of thousands of maggots, so you're a bit weaker than normal. |
| - | You walk past the 'males' enclosure and check them out. They're all cute different and fit | + | You walk past the 'males' enclosure and check them out. They're all cute, different and fit. A couple are quite muscular, dressed like skater boys. They're all gazing, awe struck at your enormous poking nipples and nude exposed bald pussy that you don't try to hide. |
| - | + | Reaching the climbing wall you begin climbing. Its a tough wall, difficult grips, almost no jugs, mostly pockets, pinches and slopers with some mini-jugs on the incline slope, which you reach just as their enclosure rises. The wall goes very high, maybe 50 ft. | |
| - | + | The tallest teen runs up the wall attempting to jump up and grab your legs. You see him and don't think he will get you, but he gets higher than you thought he would and just raise your legs in time, his fingers brush your foot. You look down, one, two, three, four, five. Where's the other. A couple of them are climbing. You feel tingling up your spine as you react to being hunted. The other three remain on the floor looking up at your exposed crotch, laughing and commenting, your legs ludely spread for balance. You don't care. They were after the flag at your side. | |
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| + | You struggle up the incline dangling from the grips and pull yourself up to the next straight climb, relieved to finally be able to use your legs again. | ||
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| + | "What was that!?" you wonder. You think you heard or saw something. You look around, "One, two three, four, five..., where the fuck is six?" you take a moment to look all around." None of those following you can get past the incline you notice with pride. A couple are trying to get up a palm tree. | ||
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| + | Quite tired you reach the large nest and roll in noticing a skinny teen crouched on the soft blankets. He doesn't move, but stares at you nervously. You sit facing him, you're legs open, crotch exposed, your tits rising and falling from heavy breathing after the difficult climb. Your huge nipples almost ripping the thin cotton T-shirt. You're bigger than him, could likely kick his ass and he knows it. Is he even 5 ft tall. | ||
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| + | *[[make an escape]] | ||
| + | *[[You're too tired. Give in]] | ||
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| + | [[Category: The Breeding Games]] | ||
Current revision as of 15:05, 10 November 2015
You consider going up one of the palms but it looks pretty scratchy and you're not wearing any of your gear. You then run to the climbing wall, your tits swing wildly unrestrained. You've hardly moved your body for days and recently gave birth to hundreds of thousands of maggots, so you're a bit weaker than normal.
You walk past the 'males' enclosure and check them out. They're all cute, different and fit. A couple are quite muscular, dressed like skater boys. They're all gazing, awe struck at your enormous poking nipples and nude exposed bald pussy that you don't try to hide.
Reaching the climbing wall you begin climbing. Its a tough wall, difficult grips, almost no jugs, mostly pockets, pinches and slopers with some mini-jugs on the incline slope, which you reach just as their enclosure rises. The wall goes very high, maybe 50 ft.
The tallest teen runs up the wall attempting to jump up and grab your legs. You see him and don't think he will get you, but he gets higher than you thought he would and just raise your legs in time, his fingers brush your foot. You look down, one, two, three, four, five. Where's the other. A couple of them are climbing. You feel tingling up your spine as you react to being hunted. The other three remain on the floor looking up at your exposed crotch, laughing and commenting, your legs ludely spread for balance. You don't care. They were after the flag at your side.
You struggle up the incline dangling from the grips and pull yourself up to the next straight climb, relieved to finally be able to use your legs again.
"What was that!?" you wonder. You think you heard or saw something. You look around, "One, two three, four, five..., where the fuck is six?" you take a moment to look all around." None of those following you can get past the incline you notice with pride. A couple are trying to get up a palm tree.
Quite tired you reach the large nest and roll in noticing a skinny teen crouched on the soft blankets. He doesn't move, but stares at you nervously. You sit facing him, you're legs open, crotch exposed, your tits rising and falling from heavy breathing after the difficult climb. Your huge nipples almost ripping the thin cotton T-shirt. You're bigger than him, could likely kick his ass and he knows it. Is he even 5 ft tall.
