Colin and Chris gasped for air as their torsos were pinned beneath Mrs. Blustenfield's girth. The fat may have gone to her butt and her chest because of the virus, but it was still weight bearing down on them. Enough weight to crush a watermelon, just by sitting on it.
"ISSSS-isssss-" Colin wheezed out as the pressure on his body not only forced air out of his lungs, but caused him to vomit beneath the tarp. Chris struggled for life as well, the vomit drenching his clothes.
"olinnnn- O-OLIINNNNNNNN-" Chris gargled between wheezing breaths.
"You hear something?" Karli asked as she massaged the bimbrarians mega sized boobs.
"What?" the bimbrarian asked as the wheezing of the two guys below stopped with a crunching sound.
"Nevermind, it stopped." Karli giggled as she licked the bigger bimbo's nipple, ignoring the smell and the pale-reddish stain forming on the tarp.....
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Game Over: WHEW.... That... that was dark, seriously dark, sorry about that.