"Nooo!!! I want to get fat, but not be someone's sex toy. I got to get out of here!!!" Mike responds heading for the door when it's blocked by an obstruction, an obese obstruction that was dangling from the bungee chords up on the ceilng that lowered itself down like some suspended super-sized spider that was too heavy & dense to move around & it was the only entrance. Then the other boys, fat & fit, mobile & immobile, all lurched onward towards me in some sort of trance like some angry mob of rioters or a hungry pack of zombies. The smaller boys manhandled & ripped my clothes off even my undies till I was bare & blubbery with those thin but strong hands while I was straddled in the Vitruvian man position on my back with my the crown of my head facing the groin of the immobile obese boy obstructing the door. Then the fatter but still mobile teenage boys (around 200-400 lb.) were pinning down my arms & legs with their bellies, butts, & boobs without the bungees leaving my body to feel like I'm being crushed by soft, buttery, blubber bowling balls, no more like boulders.
Then came Jake Junkfood & the others who were still in a trance of sorts & speaking monotonously. "You should have accepted our deal to get fat & immobile to have smexy time with us. Now you will decorate our Reject Halls as an immobilized but big & durable_____. Now prepare to be petrified...
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