Y'all remember Choose Your Own Adventure books?
Added 2025-04-20 17:12:01 +0000 UTCYou head down to the hotel lobby around midnight—hoodie on, half-asleep, just looking to grab a soda from the vending machine. But as the elevator dings open—
You freeze.
Standing in the middle of the lobby are two absolutely massive women.
They both turn to look at you.
The blonde grins. “Hey, cutie. You wouldn’t happen to know where the ice maker is, would you?”
The redhead raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk curling on her lips. “Or maybe you could show us?”
What do you do?
🔹 Turn to page 7 – Point them in the right direction and get our soda.
🔹 Turn to page 12 – Play it cool, ask what room they’re in.
🔹 Turn to page 18 – Tell them you’re the “Ice Concierge” and offer to deliver their ice personally.
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Page 18 – You puff up just a little. You're tired, hoodie half-zipped, hair probably a mess—but you rally. “I’m actually the Ice Concierge,” you say smoothly. “Part of our deluxe guest experience. I’d be honored to personally deliver your ice... ladies.” The blonde’s eyes light up. “Ooooh, how fancy,” she coos. The redhead gives you a long, slow up-and-down. “He’s cute and obedient. I say we take him.” You blink. “Uh… take me where, exactly?” They exchange a glance. The blonde taps a device on her wrist, and suddenly your vision warps. The walls shimmer. The vending machine vanishes. You’re standing in a completely different lobby now—sleek metal, glowing lights, and what looks suspiciously like a teleportation pad beneath your feet. “W-Wait, what is this—” “Shhh,” the redhead murmurs, a full ten feet tall and now wearing a skintight silver uniform that screams evil space queen with plans. “You’ve just been recruited,” the blonde purrs, stepping closer, hips swaying like modesty was outlawed on her homeworld. She has to be at least fifteen feet tall, every inch of her wrapped in a glittering space queen catsuit. “Recruited?” “For breeding stock, darling,” she adds, tapping your nose like you’re a prize she just picked off the shelf. “See,” the redhead says, already guiding you toward a glowing hallway, “our homeworld has a bit of a shortage. We outgrew all the men. Literally. Towered over them, took control, and launched them all to Jupiter.” “They’re fine,” the blonde adds casually. “Gravity keeps them toned.” “Now,” the redhead continues, “we’re selecting new specimens from Earth. We need strong, clever males with good instincts...” “And a willingness to serve,” the blonde finishes, tossing you a wink. You barely manage to stammer, “But I was just trying to get a Dr. Pepper—” “Shhh,” she says again, pressing a massive, silky finger to your lips. Her voice turns syrupy sweet. “You’ll speak when spoken to, little Earth man.”
Godzilla20xx
2025-04-21 15:39:30 +0000 UTCThey were these super cool books from back in the day where every page had a series of choices that would make you turn to different pages to continue the story based on your choice. It was like RPG dialog trees but as a book lol. Bunch of different endings for every book.
Godzilla20xx
2025-04-21 15:25:14 +0000 UTCNew here, what are those? :)
TheBoogieMan
2025-04-20 19:37:06 +0000 UTCPage 18
Bismarck91
2025-04-20 17:25:34 +0000 UTC
