Tori More - Tori's Weight Guessing Game 1
A Game of Weight Guessing and Punishment
Tori's Weight Guessing Game 1
As Tori More, the alluring and mischievous goddess of giantess fetish, strutted confidently towards her unsuspecting slave, she couldn't help but chuckle at the predicament she'd created. Her weight guessing game promised an intense journey of humiliation and pleasure for him.
With a smirk, she positioned herself above him, her ample curves towering over his tiny frame. "Alright, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I've got a little game for us to play." She leaned in closer, her breath fanning across his face. "There's only one rule: guess my exact weight."
The slave couldn't believe his luck; he knew better than to trust Tori. But he played along, eager for the chance to please her. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come.
Tori watched with glee as he squirmed beneath her. "No peeking," she teased, playfully slapping his chest. "You'll just have to feel it out."
She stood up, arching her back to accentuate her voluptuous curves. The slave could feel her weight shifting with every move she made. It was an intoxicating mix of power and vulnerability.
"Come on, slave," Tori beckoned, her voice low and seductive. "Make your first guess."
The slave took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. He closed his eyes, willing himself to be accurate. "250 pounds?" he ventured tentatively.
Tori erupted into laughter, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down the slave's spine. "Nope, you're way off," she chuckled. "But you're going to work for that answer."
She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him towards her. "First penalty," she announced, her voice cold and calculated. "A face full of Tori farts."
Before he knew it, he was face down in her massive pantyhose-clad thighs, taking in a deep breath of her intoxicating aroma. She let loose with a series of powerful farts, each one blasting him in the face like a cannonball of humiliation.
Tori leaned down, her breath warm on his neck. "Better luck next time," she purred, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Now guess again."
The slave took a deep breath, steeling himself for more punishment. But he couldn't help but feel drawn in by the thrill of the game, the power dynamics between them.
Round after round, he guessed higher and higher, each incorrect answer earning him another face full of farts and a brutal face sit. Tori watched with delight as he squirmed and begged for mercy, his cheeks red from the sting of her farts.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Tori stood up and stretched, her massive curves swaying enticingly. "Alright, slave," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "Your last chance."
The slave took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. His very last guess. He closed his eyes, trying to focus.
"250 pounds," he whispered.
Tori froze, her eyes wide with shock. For a moment, she said nothing, simply staring at him in disbelief. Then, she burst into laughter, a cackle that echoed through the room.
"You're a clever one, slave," she said, clapping him on the back. "Clever enough to win the game."
She leaned down, her warm breath tickling his ear. "But I couldn't resist having a little fun with you first," she whispered, her voice low and seductive.
With that, she let loose one final fart, a monstrous blast that shook the room. It was a testament to her true power—the power to control, to humiliate, and to leave her victims begging for more.
As the last echoes of her laughter faded away, Tori stood up, her enormous weight shifting with every movement. "Come now, slave," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the door. "Our next adventure awaits."
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