Colin didn't hesitate to run for the locker-room as the gymbos encircled the supply team head. The regular bimbos were one thing, but a bimbo with plenty of strength was another thing altogether.
He slammed through the door and wedged a tackle dummy into it.
He panted for a few before sighing "Well, I'm safe."
"Guess again honey, there's no way out of a workout with us." purred a voice.
Colin's eyes cartoonishly bulged out as he realized the whole locker room was full of gymbos ready to dog pile him and drench him with the cum dripping off their bare, swollen clits. Without a moment to lose, Colin whipped his pistols out and began shooting the buffed up bimbos head on... literally.
POW! Headshot!
BANG! Headshot!
CHINK CHINK! POW POW! Double Headshot!
"Come on girls, let's get this fatty!" yelled a swole but busty brunette.
Colin slid along the wet floor as he emptied the other six rounds he had into the gymbos that chased him though the locker-room.
'Fuck, down to two bullets!' our "hero" thought as he saw two gymbos making out in the shower and the two softball bats they left outside the shower.
"Excuse me ladies, I'll be taking these." Colin said while grabbing the bats, emptying the last two rounds in his pistols into their foreheads with a bloody splash.
Colin spun around and began clubbing the gymbos in their heads to stun them so he could reload. All that did was get him hit in the skull by two jacked chicks with metal bacts.
"Alright, let's go to thw gym, tubby." the brunette gymbo commanded.
Colin just laid there.
"Hey, get up... wait... red stuff? Coming out of his head? Oh... OHHHHH..." she said as the fatso laid dead before her.
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Game Over: Your cowardice has cost you your life.