Rachel Moore was on a high. Looking out over the gathered, smiling, cheering crowd gave her an overpowering affirmation of herself. Since she was practically a baby, she’d felt out of place. Far too tall, and always of considerable girth. But now, at six feet and five inches, and with her three hundred pounds planted firmly on the stage, she knew at last that she really was beautiful to someone not related to her. All the teasing and rejection she’d experienced as a child evaporated under the warm morning sun as she stood there, raised on a platform, her flesh hidden only in parts by a form hugging swimming costume, and a crowd gathered to look. Men gazed at her as though she were a movie star. Thin women felt threatened and sent their boyfriends on errands. Here she was a star, and a beautiful one. The parade, however, was over, and so she soaked all the atmosphere up one last time, let it out again with a satisfied sigh, allowed her eyes to pan one more time over the hungry male faces in the crowd, and then turned to her right to lead the other 9 models off the stage.
Fast Eddie’s world exploded in a painful pounding of white light and noise. Stars exploded in his head and incredible pressure forced his head down into the sand below it. His snorkel had been slammed down into his mouth, and all his teeth were singing. The pressure rolled onto his jaw, forcing his lower jawbone down into his neck, cutting off his oxygen. A familiar force then compressed his stomach, and the foot that had just crushed his face came to rest on his stomach too.
Rachel looked at the photographer waiting for the models to arrange themselves on the steps to the stage. He smiled and gave her the thumbs up… where she was standing was fine. She turned around and watched Natalie, six feet tall and well over one hundred kilograms, about to drop off the bottom step and probably land on the same buried rock that Rachel herself had just trodden on. Rachel smiled at Natalie, who smiled back sweetly while she dropped off the last step and into the beach sand with an audible crunch.
Rachel looked back at the photographer, waiting for the signal for her to sit down in front of Natalie.
Eddie’s world exploded into white light again as a second heavy blow landed squarely on his face. His face mask was pressed painfully against his skull, and his snorkel was slammed deeper into his mouth. It felt like it had broken one of his teeth. The model then shifted her stance slightly. Her weight came to rest directly on the snorkel pressing the end down hard against Eddie’s tongue, blocking off the airflow. His jaw was pushed against his throat, and Eddie could not breathe. But something was wrong, because neither the model standing on his head nor the model standing on his lower stomach were moving.
Rachel looked behind her again and noticed all the models were in place on the steps, and so she took a step forward, crossed her legs, and dumped her buttocks heavily into the soft, yielding sand where she’d just been standing.
This blow, far harder and more, well, bigger, than anything that had happened so far, knocked the last of the oxygen out of Fast Eddie’s lungs. With the combination of the weight pinning his jaw against his throat, and the pressure covering his stomach, he couldn’t breathe at all. He waited a few seconds, but nothing changed, nobody moved. A few more seconds, and still no change. Needing to breathe was quickly becoming a matter of urgency. Eddie had to get free, had to expose himself, or he would die. But he’d get caught by the very people he had buried himself under. That would be embarrassing. His equipment would be taken, which would be a disaster, unless he could hide how he got down there. Perhaps he could say that he’d been buried by neighbourhood kids, and they’d left him there. The snorkel would give him away though, so he had to get rid of that. He tried pushing it up and out of his mouth with his tongue, but the snorkel was trapped under the lady standing on his face. Eddie had little choice now. He was as good as caught, and his only choice now was between life and death. Choosing life, Eddie tried to raise his arms.
Rachel shifted her bum a little to get it more comfortable in the sand, and then smiled her million dollar smile for the camera. She loved the beach. The feeling of sand squeezing up between her toes was just wonderful to her. She squinted slightly in the morning sun and stared seductively into the camera lens while her mind went off to play in the wet sand nearer the waterline and tempted her with memories of the surf rushing in and out around her feet.
Eddie’s arms wouldn’t move. They were trapped by the mass that had spread over his stomach. He couldn’t get an ounce of breath into his lungs. Couldn’t pull his tongue back far enough to unblock the snorkel. Couldn’t expand his chest enough to take in the minimal amount of oxygen trapped in his facemask. Eddie could do nothing but wait. Stars started popping up in his vision. First one and then two, and then more and more, faster and faster, until his vision was full of exploding stars. Eddie’s strength was ebbing. He tried desperately and in increasingly short stabs to suck air into his chest, but got none. His chest wouldn’t move, his whole face was hurting, and his body was trapped. Gradually the stars started fading again, and then the world went black as Eddie’s mind let go mercifully, slipping him into painless nothingness
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