Young boy wishes to be crushed under a giantess
When I joined the boy scouts our scoutmaster was Mr. Kaas, a short, balding ex-army jock and all around idiot. We usually met at his home for “inspection” and then went out and did community service like pick up litter. We never went camping or hiking, at least not for the four months that he was our scout master. Then one day meetings were cancelled for two weeks because Mr. Kaas went to Germany to marry a girl he had met over there and bring her home. I was curious to see who would marry him. When I saw her at our next meeting, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was a giant! I mean, she was literally head and shoulders taller than he was! I guess she was at least 6’7″, maybe even 6’8″! She was pretty, spoke with a German accent, and had super-long legs–the kind, I dreamed at the time, that could easily squeeze me to death. I also remember that she wore her dresses with hems just above the knee which was a little racy back then. She wore flats, and her feet were extremely large. She wasn’t skinny either, she was a big girl with a substantial pair of large German boobs.
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