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Real life shows the reality.

Honest: Somewhere between 120% and 150% of your own weight sitting fully centered on your chest will cut off the breathing. Now it depends on how it was done and for how long.

And it shows plastically, how unrealistic most of the stories posted over here are !!
Simply just phantasy.
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 ;D
if the furniture is manufactored by IKEA she definately crushes it !!
3
Hi,

The combination of children and adult BBWs is an abivalent thing.

On one hand there are the abuse and violence against children aspects. On the the other hand there is the special thrill out of the big difference between the small body strength and the immense weight.

I think, the action in PFJ's story was too brutal. If the boy was willing to be squashed and there was a chance for him to surrender and the squasher to give him a chance to recover, it would'vr not caused this hard discussion.

I published an own story to try to show that this really thrilling mixture can be used in a more sensitive way.
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ââ,¬Å¾I think, my crushing made him sleepy like a baby,ââ,¬Å" Jeanette remarked. ââ,¬Å¾Commââ,¬â,,¢on Timmy, itââ,¬â,,¢s time to hop into the sand!ââ,¬Å"
Slowly Timmy sat up and rubbed his redened chest. He looked over to the big sandpile. ââ,¬Å¾Whow!ââ,¬Å" Then he got to his feet and inspected the hole.
ââ,¬Å¾Well done!ââ,¬Å" With that he climbed in. The hole was deep and longer as necessary.
ââ,¬Å¾Please make a rest for my back,ââ,¬Å" he ordered when he sat in it with his legs straight out. Allready now his shoulders were in beach level and for him the horizon disappeared behind the sandpiles around.
Jeanette and Shelly pushed in some sand behind him. He laid back, but ordered some more for his shoulders and neck, then put his arms alongside his body. Finally he felt comfortable. Now his shoulders were some inches below the beach level. ââ,¬Å¾Ready,ââ,¬Å" he announced.
Shelly and Jeanette started to push the sand back over him. Quickly his midsection and legs were totally covered. Spellbound he watched his upper body disappear under the sand. He felt the increasing weight of the sand and giggled.
ââ,¬Å¾Youââ,¬â,,¢re OK down there?ââ,¬Å" Yeanette asked.
ââ,¬Å¾Yes, fine.ââ,¬Å" Timmy still could wiggle his feet, but now it was not possible to lift his legs.
It took some further minutes and he was covered over his shoulders and the sand over the rest of his body was in level with the beach. Now Shelly and Yeanette started to compress the sand by pushing down on it with their hands. When Shelly pressed down with a little support of her weight directly over Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s tummy, the small space he had for his breathing collapsed.
ââ,¬Å¾Whuh!ââ,¬Å" he let out a silent groan.
ââ,¬Å¾Whatââ,¬â,,¢s the matter,ââ,¬Å" Shelly mocked. ââ,¬Å¾Donââ,¬â,,¢t think, that I allready squished you only with my hand?ââ,¬Å"
Timmy tightened his muscles and took in a deep breath. The sand over his belly heaved and the surface cracked.
ââ,¬Å¾Ah,ââ,¬Å" Jeanette interfered. ââ,¬Å¾Heââ,¬â,,¢s still able to break free! I think, we have to add a lot of more sand and weight to keep him down.ââ,¬Å" With that she pressed down with some weight and increased the loads of sand she was pushing over him.
Timmy enjoyed the allready firm entrapment under the sand and watched the pile over him growing.
After some more minutes of hard work, Shelly walked with spread legs over and straddled the sandpile somewhere over his hipes.
ââ,¬Å¾Hey, little head in the sand! Do you think, you can let the surface crack again?ââ,¬Å" she asked. Jeanette watched in amusement.
Again Timmy tried to push up. But his lower body was firmly trapped. Only over his belly and chest the sand showed some small cracks.
ââ,¬Å¾Ah, he still can move!ââ,¬Å" Shelly simply plopped down with her big butt with full weight.
ââ,¬Å¾Uh!ââ,¬Å" Timmy felt the sudden increase of pressure around his thighs and hipes. And at once he got aroused in his crotch area.
ââ,¬Å¾Thatââ,¬â,,¢s better,ââ,¬Å" Shelly commended her deep impact. Satisfied she watched how deep her butt invaded into the sandpile and stayed seated.
ââ,¬Å¾Hey Timmy, how are you?ââ,¬Å" she asked.
It seemed, that Timmy didnââ,¬â,,¢t have any difficulties in breathing so she invited her friend: ââ,¬Å¾Comââ,¬â,,¢on Yeany, take a seat!ââ,¬Å" and she pointed with her hand in front of her over Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s buried chest. ââ,¬Å¾Make sure, that heââ,¬â,,¢s going nowhere.ââ,¬Å"
Timmy didnââ,¬â,,¢t panic, because he noticed, that Shellyââ,¬â,,¢s weight didnââ,¬â,,¢t feel that heavy, what it did when she was directly on him. So the sand must have carried some of the weight. Yeanette walked over, turned round in front of her friend and slowly decended on the sand. As her butt finally pressed down into the sand, Timmy felt the rapid increase of pressure around his belly and chest. He tried to hold his breath. But with every little gasp he left out, the sand was tightly pressed again on his chest. It was not that squashing power, as it was when Yeanette sat directly on him, but now with the last air that had left his lungs, his body felt as if encased in concrete.
ââ,¬Å¾When I have to get off, give me a sign twinklering twice with your eyes,ââ,¬Å" Yeanette asked Timmy. Then she lowerded her huge thighs to both sides of his head, more sand was moved and compressed against his head and all noise from outside was cut off. The sand what was pushed aside, when Yeanette dropped down, now pressed firmly against his throat and chin.
Timmy knew, that it would only last some further 10 seconds, until he had to give the signal. But at first he drew his full attention to his current sensations. He felt his puls in his whole body, especially in his arms and legs. He again tried to press up, to tighten his muscles. He only managed to move his toes and fingers. Finally, after an eternity for him, he twikled twice with his eyes and Yeanette rose a little to her knees. Because now allmost all her weight was on her knees, the sand around his head became compressed more firmly.
Timmy tried to inhale. But only a few inches from his chin down the sand was not compact enough. Although using all his strenght, he only was able to take small breathes. After some seconds Jeanette came down again. Timmy tried to hold his breath, but soon had to let the air out. And again the sand filled every littelest space over his chest. With the pressure of  Jeanetteââ,¬â,,¢s weight on top he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t inhale again. Fascinated he watched the border where Jeanetteââ,¬â,,¢s crotch flattened the sand, to both sides the huge thighs squashing down and then her colossal body with the two giant tits from his perspective down here. This sight made her times heavier then she really was. He could imagine how his body was flattened under her weight. So again after some further seconds he twinklered twice and the cycle started again.
After three further cycles Jeanette got tired. ââ,¬Å¾I think, itââ,¬â,,¢s too exhausting for mee, to lift up evrey minute. So I better will get off and add more sand on the sandpile where I flattened it.ââ,¬Å"
So she did. Timmy was happy, to have the chance to take small breathes again. Jeanette not only shoveled a lot of sand on the spot she had flattened, all around his head she added a high sand slope, too.
When she had finished her work, she spoke to Shelly: ââ,¬Å¾Shelly, I think itââ,¬â,,¢s time to get up and see,  how long it will take him to get out by his own.ââ,¬Å"
Shelly got up, too, but not without refilling the part of the sandpile, she flattened.
ââ,¬Å¾Hey Timmy. You enjoyed it enough under the sand. Will you try to get out now?ââ,¬Å"
At the one hand, Timmy knew that there was no way to get out. Except that little moving area over his throat the sand over his body was hard as concrete. For the last few minutes he was already trying with one hand to dig itââ,¬â,,¢s way up. But there was no movement. Not even the slightest chance to move his hand.
On the other hand he enjoyed that awesome feeling too much. So he deceided himself to say between short gasps of breath:
ââ,¬Å¾OK, I will ... try. But please ... donââ,¬â,,¢t help me until ... I order you to ... dig me out.ââ,¬Å"
Jeanette got upset: ââ,¬Å¾You are not allowed to order us!ââ,¬Å"
And Shelly added: ââ,¬Å¾If you do that, we will immediatly set back down on you! Than we simply will sit there and lift up to let you breath again.ââ,¬Å"
To demonstrate her seriousness she turnd round and sat down sidesattle over his upper body. A lot of sand was moved down the pile over his throat and mouth, but the pressure on his chest was increasing only that little, that he was able to take raelly small gasps of air. While Timmy tried to spit the sand off his mouth with that little air what was left, Shelly stayed seated and watched Jeanette, whether giving her a wink that Timmy was in real problems. After a few minutes she got up and replaced the sand again she had crushed down.
So the two women simply stood beside Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s sandpile and watched him. After some minutes, where there wasnââ,¬â,,¢t any visible movement, Shelly asked again:
ââ,¬Å¾You really donââ,¬â,,¢t want us to help you?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾No, itââ,¬â,,¢s ... OK: It was my ... bet and now I ... have to suffer,ââ,¬Å" Timmy said.
ââ,¬Å¾So we can go back the few steps to our towels? You simply have to call us, if you are in distress.ââ,¬Å"
So they walked over to their towels and laid out in the sun. It lasted an amazing long time, until they heard the silent voice of Timmy: ââ,¬Å¾Please help me. ... Please dig me ... out!ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾I never thought, he would survive that long,ââ,¬Å" Jeanette said to her friend.
They walked over and began to remove the sand.
ââ,¬Å¾How are you, little dude?ââ,¬Å" Shelly asked.
ââ,¬Å¾Please help ... me out. I ... nearly canââ,¬â,,¢t feel ... my legs any more,ââ,¬Å" Timmy replyed.
The two women tried to dig faster, but were shocked, how tight the sand was pressed over Timmy. So they only could use their hand, it took some time, until Jeanette touched the first leg of Timmy. After further 15 minutes a totally exhausted Timmy climbed out of the rest of his hole.
After that hard work, all needed a little rest and so they laid out on the towels, Timmy between his new big friends. The rest of the day they spent in the water or in the sun, talking about wrestling and all the related things.
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Hello,

I know, that the mixture between minors and adult squashers is a dificil toppic.
But in the following story I tried to avoid all violence and things tending to abuse. The hero of this, the strong 12 year old boy, is really willing to do it, and this completely by his own will.
Who is not willing to accept this, should stop reading immediarely.

The others: please enjoy.

Athough it was a nice and warm summerday, the beach was not much crowded. Since the early morning Timmy, an a bit larger than normal for his age 12 years old boy with blond hair and smooth, brown skin, was around the beach. Because of the school holidys none of his friends were there and he got a bit bored. So when he started digging in the sand, too big ladies come down the beach and setteled down not far from him.
For a certain time they watched him playing in the sand.
ââ,¬Å¾Oh look, Jeanette,ââ,¬Å" one of the women talked to the other. ââ,¬Å¾What a lovely cute boy over there in the sand!ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Yeah, indeed,ââ,¬Å" Jeanette replyed, but was interrupted by Timmy at once, who had heard the womanââ,¬â,,¢s remark about him.
ââ,¬Å¾Hey lady, Iââ,¬â,,¢m not a cute little boy! Iââ,¬â,,¢m a fighter! With that he got up and moved towards the two women.
And now you saw, that he was not only tall for his age, he also had wide big shoulders and beneath his brown soft skin you could see his really well elaborated muscles play with every movement he made.
ââ,¬Å¾Oh yes, really,ââ,¬Å" Shelly, the friend of Jeanette, said, ââ,¬Å¾I see! What kind of fighting do you practice?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾In school I do wrestling,ââ,¬Å" Timmy explained. ââ,¬Å¾But Iââ,¬â,,¢m too strong for the group of my age. So I have to practice with the older boys.ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾And whatââ,¬â,,¢s about the girls in your school? Do they wrestle, too?ââ,¬Å" Shelly asked. ââ,¬Å¾The years when we were in highschool, my friend,ââ,¬Å" with that she pointed to Jeanette, ââ,¬Å¾and I used to wrestle a lot.
Timmy estimated the size of the two women, but because they laid out on their towels, he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t realize, how big they were. Anyhow! He was bored and here was someone with the same sport.
ââ,¬Å¾So, I hope, you know, what a schoolboy pin is?ââ,¬Å" he asked. ââ,¬Å¾Do you know how to successfully practice it?ââ,¬Å" he asked to test the truth about the womenââ,¬â,,¢s wrestling experience.
ââ,¬Å¾Yes, of cause,ââ,¬Å" Shelly shot back. ââ,¬Å¾Itââ,¬â,,¢s to tackle your opponent to the ground, straddle him and pin at least his shoulders to the ground for the three-count with all your weight, isnââ,¬â,,¢t it?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Yes, thatââ,¬â,,¢s it.ââ,¬Å" Timmy got the idea, that his boredom was over and he really needed a challenge. ââ,¬Å¾Even in the older boyââ,¬â,,¢s group, nobody is able to securely pin that little cute boy,ââ,¬Å" he provoked, using Shellyââ,¬Ëœs words. ââ,¬Å¾Do you think, you can hold me down over more than one minute? I bet, I can struggle my way out under you, no matter whether youââ,¬â,,¢re on my belly or on my chest.ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾My boy, youââ,¬â,,¢re joking!ââ,¬Å" Shelly replyed. ââ,¬Å¾Think, you have no idea, how heavy I am.ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Iââ,¬â,,¢m heavy for my age, too,ââ,¬Å" Timmy rebelled. ââ,¬Å¾I already weight over 120 lbs. What do you weight?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Hey boy! A gentleman never askes a lady these things,ââ,¬Å" Jeanette interfered. ââ,¬Å¾But at least double your weight each!ââ,¬Å"
This information didnââ,¬Ëœt really scare Timmy. Once the bet was set, he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t step back!
ââ,¬Å¾No matter, how much you weight. Iââ,¬â,,¢ll find a way to get out from under you!ââ,¬Å" Timmy showed off. ââ,¬Å¾So letââ,¬â,,¢s set the rule: You start with the pinning on my stomach. After one minute, when Iââ,¬â,,¢m still under you, you move up a bit for the next minute and afterwards high on my chest. And when Iââ,¬â,,¢m really not able to get out from under you after all these three minutes, than your friend can join and aditionally sit behind you on my belly.ââ,¬Å"
Both, Shelly and Jeanette, laughed. ââ,¬Å¾You poor boy! You will be flat after this! Canââ,¬â,,¢t you imagine: my 222 lbs on your chest and Jeanetteââ,¬â,,¢s 274 lbs on your puny belly?ââ,¬Å"
Timmy was quiet, but only for a moment.
ââ,¬Å¾I can take that!ââ,¬Å" He prompted. ââ,¬Å¾Sometimes my classmates doubled up over me and couldnââ,¬â,,¢t hold me down.ââ,¬Å"
He knelt down on the sand and prepared the area he wanted to lay down. The bet was set and there was no way back. He laid himself out on his back: ââ,¬Å¾Donââ,¬â,,¢t try to further scare me! Commââ,¬â,,¢on and show me how heavy and strong you are!ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾OK. But I warned you and you can say stop when ever you want.ââ,¬Å"
With that Shelly got up and walked over to straddle him. When she stood there high over him, her mighty legs to both sides of his body, he recognized, how big she really was. But he was too proud as to stop it.
When Shelly got down onto her knees, Timmy admired her big thigs, which were nearly as big as his hipes from his perspective. Now Shelly was only some inches over his belly with her broad butt.
ââ,¬Å¾Youââ,¬â,,¢re ready?ââ,¬Å" she asked.
Timmy nodded. He was a bit speachless and nervous for the first contact.
Fast as a lightning Shelly catched his wrists and pressed them firmly into the sand aside his head. In the same moment she carefully placed her butt on his belly. Timmy tightened his muscles to take her weight. For a short moment Shelly admired the feeling of his strong muscles below her butt. But as she applyed her full weight, Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s muscles protested and she sank down until her big cheeks nearly touched the sand on both sides on the small of his back.
Now Timmy realized, that it was much more, than he exspected. His guts were squished up against his lungs and he had little difficulties to breath. With the air leaving his lungs he gave a short groan.
ââ,¬Å¾Am I too heavy?ââ,¬Å" Shelly asked. ââ,¬Å¾Do you want to give?ââ,¬Å"
After the first shock Timmy shook his head. Than he tried to bridge. But as much as he tried, there was no way to lift her any inch. He tried to squirm and to bend his body. But the weight and the big, now firm thigs of Shelly held his body surely in place. And Shelly was that strong, that he even couldnââ,¬â,,¢t move his wrists or hand to help throw her off. And the back of Shelly was that big, that he was not able to turn his legs up around her body for a squissor.
As he really got exhausted, he finally heard Jeanette shout: ââ,¬Å¾Time!ââ,¬Å" Shelly lifted her butt but still held Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s hands down.
Timmy was disappointed. He havenââ,¬â,,¢t had the littlest chance to move or even bend her body to the side.
ââ,¬Å¾Shall I continue?ââ,¬Å" She asked him.
ââ,¬Å¾Of cause,ââ,¬Å" Timmy said as he regained his breath. ââ,¬Å¾I have two further rounds to throw you off!ââ,¬Å"
Shelly smiled and Jeanette said: ââ,¬Å¾I have to admit, that you are really strong. I didnââ,¬â,,¢t exspect you to take it that long under my friend without crying for mercy. So come on, give me a good show this round!ââ,¬Å" she cheered.
Shelly moved up capturing his bizeps under her lower legs. Then she carefully pressed down on his lower ribs until she saw the painful look in his eyes. That way she could control him pretty good, because of that he didnââ,¬â,,¢t resist too much. He tried to buckle and beat with his legs against her back, made some week wrigglings with his hip.
For Timmy it lasted an eternity being squeezed under Shellyââ,¬â,,¢s butt and thigs until Jeanette claimed the next break. ââ,¬Å¾Time, Timmy! You better give, before Shelly is crushing you completely flat!ââ,¬Å"
It took a few minutes for Timmy to regain, while Shelly stayed straddling him, but without any pressure.
Timmy was never used to give. ââ,¬Å¾Now, come on my chest and let me try again,ââ,¬Å" he insisted.
ââ,¬Å¾Take a last deep breath,ââ,¬Å" Shelly advised Timmy. She moved further up until her crotch nearly touched Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s chin and let his hands go, because she knew, that there was no way he could use them to throw her off. Then she carefully lowerd her butt on Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s chest and somehow enjoyed the feeling of Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s chest giving under her weight. She heard the air rushing out of him and knew, that his breathing was completely cut off.
Timmy desperately tried to push that big and heavy butt up or to the side, but all his strength was not enough to get the littlest chance for breathing. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t pay attention, whether his ribs hurt or not, he only wanted to stand that minute. The weight on top of his chest seemed to increase from second to second.
Suddenly he had a chance to take a small gasp of air. Maybe that Shelly played with him. She lifted a little from his chest and readjusted her position. As she sank down again, that little air was pressed out of his lungs again. Now her mighty thighs encased his head firmly and left only a small opening where he could see her mighty belly and huge boobs from that perspective. After a further eternity he heard Jeanette shout ââ,¬Å¾Time!ââ,¬Å" from very far.
Shelly rose and let him recover but stayed straddling his chest and held his upper arms captured under her lower legs.
ââ,¬Å¾Wow, that was great, how you took my weight,ââ,¬Å" Shelly remarked. ââ,¬Å¾Are you OK? Or did I hurt you too much?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾No! I think Iââ,¬â,,¢m fine,ââ,¬Å" Timmy answered after a while. ââ,¬Å¾But I couldnââ,¬â,,¢t breath anymore.ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Thatââ,¬â,,¢s the major problem with heavy weight. But you wanted it this way.ââ,¬Å"
Meanwhile Jeanette had come over. ââ,¬Å¾Now, whats about your promise, when you lost?ââ,¬Å" she asked. ââ,¬Å¾Should I really join in?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Yes,ââ,¬Å" Timmy replyed. ââ,¬Å¾I have to stand for what I said. That would be an interesting experience with you two on top.ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Poor boy,ââ,¬Å" Shelly said. ââ,¬Å¾That will be your funeral.ââ,¬Å"
First Jeanette sat down carefully on his stomach. Timmy didnââ,¬â,,¢t use his muscles this time, because he knew there was no way.
ââ,¬Å¾Oh,ââ,¬Å" Jeanette explained. ââ,¬Å¾There is not enough space on this little tummy for me. Move a bit forward, Shelly, or I have to squash his privates.ââ,¬Å"
Timmy groaned as Jeanettes full weight settled down on his hipes and tummy. Luckily not her full weight crushed his stomach. But now Shellyââ,¬â,,¢s croth was partly over his face and he turned his head to the side. Now Shellyââ,¬â,,¢s butt squished his upper chest and the bottom of her left thigh pressed hard on his cheek. His downside ear was hardly pessed into the sand and with the last air rushing out of his lungs he let out a silent moaning.
ââ,¬Å¾If we stay any longer on him that way,ââ,¬Å" Shelly said to Jeanette, ââ,¬Å¾we have to bury his remains in the sand.ââ,¬Å"
With that she lifted herself off of Timmy., but Jeanette now could move more foreward now fully crushed his stomach.
ââ,¬Å¾Yeah, thatââ,¬â,,¢s ... a good idea, ââ,¬Å¾ Timmy pressed between his short gasps. ââ,¬Å¾If you want ... to bury ... in sand, I ... really like.ââ,¬Å"
Now Jeanette changed an amazed look with Shelly and rose to her knees. With her lower legs she still cept Timmyââ,¬â,,¢s thigs captured.
ââ,¬Å¾You really want us to bury you in the sand after all that squashing we did to you?ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾Yes I like both,ââ,¬Å" Timmy told her. ââ,¬Å¾Being pinned under heavy friends and being buried deep in the sand, that I canââ,¬â,,¢t move unil I canââ,¬â,,¢t stand it any longer!ââ,¬Å"
Jeanette and Shelly looked to each other again and smiled. That was crazy and somehow cute!
ââ,¬Å¾So you like me to hold you down, while Shelly digs the hole for you?ââ,¬Å" Jeanette asked him.
Shelly got over to the place where Timmy had begun digging in the sand. It took a long time for her to dig a sizable hole for that boy, because she hadnââ,¬â,,¢t any other digging tool then her hands.
Meanwhile Jeanette now used to sit on Timmys chest.
ââ,¬Å¾You tap my leg, when itââ,¬â,,¢s too hard for you!ââ,¬Å" she instructed him to prevent her smothering him to death accidentially.
Again all the air was pressed out of his lungs and his further breathing was completely cut off. He felt his ribs bend more then when Shelly sat on him. After half a minute he felt dizzy the first time and tapped against Jeanetteââ,¬â,,¢s firm thigh. But she didnââ,¬â,,¢t move. He tapped again, harder, and this time as an answere she smiled down at the face between her mighty thighs.
Now Timmy felt that he really was in need of oxygene. He tapped again against her leg and tryed to tell her to get off. But only his mouth moved without any sound comming out. This time Jeanette raised her butt to give him the chance for some breathes and a short rest.
ââ,¬Å¾Puh, that was quite long,ââ,¬Å" Timmy complained. ââ,¬Å¾Please donââ,¬â,,¢t do it that long again.ââ,¬Å"
ââ,¬Å¾But without that you wonââ,¬â,,¢t get an appropriate training to be used to it when you have to fight against much bigger opponents,ââ,¬Å" she replyed. Without caring whether he was prepared or not, she sat down again. But from now on she didnââ,¬â,,¢t stay that long and from time to time she released the pressure to let him get some air.
When Shelly finally claimed, that the hole was ready done, Timmy laid under Jeannette without moving any muscle.
ââ,¬Å¾Hey dude, did you allready kill him or will he still be able to enjoy the burial fun?ââ,¬Å" Shelly asked a bit concerned. Jeanette got off of him and Timmy turned his head and groand silently.
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Hi spcbrown,

it's me again.
What happened to you. cause we're eagerly waiting for you to continue the story.

Or is it possible, that you got squished to death in the tent?   LOL

If you're still alive, please continue your report.
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Hi,
you didn't post the full story (only the last half).

It was on another board years ago and called "crushing thugs".
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Hi spcbrown,

thx for the nice start of your story.
Can't wait how it continues.
Two BBWs on one small boy? How old is the lucky guy, what's about his size and strength?

What is the spectator (author) able to see and report next? Will he be included in the action somehow?

Please continue! Pleeeeaase.
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BBW Related Stories / Fantasies / Re: A repost...
February 08, 2008, 05:45:56 AM
Hi,

If you have more of these experiences and more true or realistic stories, why do you hesitate?
Please share or let us know, where we can find them.

This one was allready (re)posted over here.
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Who squished your story?

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File not found on this site!
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Hi!

Are these stories over here not good enough?
What kind of stories you're looking for?