The Sudden Thigh Death Syndrome 
By barbunny3111@yahoo.com
A girl's muscular thighs play a decisive, deadly role on a victim's sides in the over the counter prescription. 


A sequence to The Side Effects of the Vicious Cycle

By barbunny3111@yahoo.com

"Oh please, Tommy, don't hurt me anymore" Cony innocently said, thightening
her threatening thighs' clasp around Bill's fragile torso, and causing him to
come back to her thighs' reality. He felt how the magnitude of her bursting
thighs engulf his whole body, and then he remembered. He remembered well. It
was much the same with Nicole's unconstrained thighs. When he first was aware
of their enormity, the wonders she could exert through them onto his breakable
body were so unfamiliar. But as time squeezed by, she had made the unfamiliar
familiar. Between her colossal thighs, while she was conveniently sitting on
the sofa, became his favorite spot to place his predisposed head in, and
simply wait. It was so well known to him, to place the back of his head on her
temperamental crotch, not able to see her face, and wait. His whole existence
became accustomed to that position. 'Nothing but thigh' she used to say,
lifting both of her immense thighs onto the sides of hid head, holding them
there, teasing.

"I think my fashionable thighs sense a dying ambiance" Nicole used to say,
slowly closing her high-volume thighs in on his handicapped head, and starting
to squeeze. "It's not that they intend to kill what's in between them, honey,
it's more like squeezed-by-association incident, when you willingly put your
sweet head in there. You remember the movie I'm talking about" Nicole said,
making herself ever so comfortable on the sofa, his ineffective head is
beginning to feel those strong limbs that surround him. He felt he was out on
a limb. Or rather two limbs. He knew exactly what she was saying. It was their
worst one, in terms of outcomes. 'I still know who you squeezed last summer'
was when they first defined the thigh-referring terminoleggy. The Sudden Thigh
Death Syndrome, was when she incidentally caused the ultimate with her deathly
thighs to a victim's head. It was astounding, the way his whole world revolved
around her hefty thighs, while her thighs revolved his head. And as time was
crushed by, she had made the familiar unfamiliar. Every squeeze had some new
and improved features to it. His head had found out about pressure levels he
couldn't believe were human-manageable.

"I will do whatever you tell me to, just leave me alone, Tommy" Cony again
plucked Bill from his reverie back to reality, as her thighs plucked his body
in towards her tempestuous crotch. Bill's hands roamed around Cony's huge
thighs, feeling her thighic rocks clinging to his torso, and wondering when
it'll show up. It should have. It must have. He knew too well where all this
is leading. When will his body be so easily lifted by this beautiful, yet
gigantic-thighed schoolgirl. He had no doubt what her thighs are up to.

"Now listen to me, Cony. I'll let you go, I won't harm you. Just open up your
thighs a bit, and I'll set you fr..." he was interrupted with a whoosh that
emanated from the strangling hold Cony's bloodthirsty thighs had on his sides.
She closed her eyes, her face is still apprehensive of this big, strong adult
that was in the middle of a date with her moments ago, and now is in the
middle of her thighs, all the while her tremendous thighs were thightening
themselves around his powerless body.

"Oh please, I beg you" Cony continued. "Don't hurt me. I'm only a little
child. You could be my father. Please." She stretched both of her hands to two
spigots standing nearby, taking a deep breath, and then the all-too-familiar
happened. Cony swiftly raised her inexhaustible thighs ninety degrees with
Bill's whole body in between them, holding it there as if she was just
demurely stretching her legs after a wake up call. Thing was, the only object
that was up now, was his body. Up for grabs, that is. Thighs' grabs.

"O.K. Cony, I agree. I'll let you go." Bill tried to verbalize in this thight
position. "And I'm not even Tommy. My real name is Bill, and it's all a big
mistake. Now will you please put me down, baby" Bill said, realizing, for the
first time, that the girl's face was familiar to him. He could not remember
where he had seen her before, while in this life-threatening position his body
was in, or rather was between, but he knew he had. The squeezing became more
and more agonizingly painful, as Cony's murderous thighs began to come closer
and closer to one another, oblivious of the simple fact that there was a male
body in between them. This particular, specific position wasn't new to Bill,
only the pressure levels Cony's immense thighs were applying, were creating
the fear of the unknown inside his body.

"No, no, I can't take this anymore, Bill. Please. I'll do whatever you'd say.
Just let go of me, please" Cony unsophisticatedly said, harshly rubbing her
smooth inner thighs into his soon-to-be-dismembered corpse. Supporting herself
with the spigots, she slowly lowered Bill's body towards the ground, only to
withdraw in the last second, before his feet touched the floor, and raise him
again to the obvious, parallel position. "I think I told you to leave me
alone, Bill. Why do you do this to me? I'm so little and vulnerable. You could
be my father" she suddenly looked at him, as if she recognized him from
somewhere. "Please don't. You could be my father. Now... now wait a minute,
You ARE my father. Now I know where I know you from. You look just like the
rapist in the photo my mom showed me, saying he was my dad, and that I was the
outcome of a terrible accident. Now I remember she said his name was Bill"
Cony said, unloading hundreds of pounds of pure pressure from her thighs onto
his gradually-narrowing waist, her upwards thighs preventing his easily
splintered torso from making up some of the lost ground he surrendered to her
exacting thighs.

"I guess now is the time for you to pay for the rape you performed nineteen
years ago" Cony sweetly said in her soft voice, ferociously starting the
thighs' instinctual, circular motion, orbiting Bill's body with her lethal
thighs around the counter, while not letting up the awesome pressure for a
split second. "I guess now is the time for you to suffer the outcome of MY
accident. You know they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Well, my revolving friend," Cony said, looking right into his rotating face,
all the while keeping his body away from the counter by the power of her
mammoth thighs "because we don't want any fences between close relatives, and
we both know the thigh is always stronger on the other side of the fence, I
think I'd better thighten them around your lovely body only a touch tighter.

"Oh my, Bill, it feels so good" Cony said, her eyes are still closed, and her
massive thighs keep squeezing his delicate world. "I never had my wide thighs
so widely revered by anyone, like your cadaver is revering them now. And you
know what, it feels just great, the way I can apply the pressure onto the
male, conveniently located in between my self-satisfied thighs" Cony flamingly
said, bringing her pernicious thighs closer still toward one another, gaining
space on the expense of Bill's body, showing him a sing of thighs to come. "Oh
no, Cony, you are so beautiful. My baby, my sweet little baby, please let me
down. Well, I mean, I'm certainly not disappointed by your healthy thighs,
they don't let me down at all. They grew to become a pair every daddy would be
proud of, it's only that you are breaki..." he was interrupted again by the
wondrous, amazing feat, as Cony's huge thighs suddenly swung themselves to the
left side onto the counter, shattering his body in the second her left thigh
made violent contact with the counter. Then, as if the inner thighs' science
friction was not enough, she swung her thighs again, this time to the
rightthigh side, his brutathighized body is stuck in between them, and thanks
to the now larger range of maneuvering her proud thighs could manipulate his
body in, his hospitathighized frame was smashed onto the counter a second
time, as soon as the right part of her right muscular thigh got in touch with
the counter.

"I think it was Roosevelt who said 'all we have to fear is fear itself', Bill.
Well, I would assume he had never met a pair of attractive thighs like mine"
Cony said, continuing to sway his entrapped body from side to side on the
counter, not even considering to open her thighs for a second, while the
major-league thighs' pressure she was applying made sure he would be
institutionathighized if he stays alive.

"Now I want you to keep in mind, Bill, that it is your own flesh and blood
that's doing this to you. Keep this in mind, while your mind is securely kept
in my thighs" Cony said, her capacious thighs keep torturing him in the
inferno he deserved to be in, when suddenly he noticed her breasts. It always
struck him. How in times of disaster, when the very certainty of his existence
is threatened, he pays attention to those small, irrelevant details. Although
she was lying on the counter, her large chest was thrust upwardly in the sky,
like two gravity-defying basketballs. They were absolutely not small, though
they were irrelevant, as her tremendous thighs were cutting through his soft
body, twitchingly throwing him from left to the right, from right to the left,
when then, without notice, it happened. In a one swift, unthinkable motion...

He walked on Fifth Avenue, northbound in the big apple. Bill has decided he
couldn't handle the thighs of Dallas anymore, New York's bustle being much
easier to deal with than the squeezes of Texas. And then, on the corner of
39TH street he saw the arrow. It was a street sign, made out of a gorgeous
lady, standing on one strong leg, and pointing her other leg straight to the
left. He couldn't understand why there were so many people underneath her,
looking overhead, pointing their fingers, until he realized she was not a
sign. She was a very real girl, smiling, pointing her muscular right leg to
the left. he could not believe how strong her thighs looked. She could
overcome any man in a no-squeezes-barred match.

He stepped into 'the squeeze store', as was tattooed on the girl's thigh. It
was called Galeries la Thighette, and to his bewilderment, there were tens of
men and women, wandering around the store. Bill walked along the hallway, and
suddenly he was amazed at what he saw. There were three rows of men, waiting
in line for some kind of holes in the wall, the front three guys were on their
knees, sticking their heads through those holes, not enough space to jam
anything else but the heads into the holes. What electrified Bill the most,
were the three screens above the holes in the wall, showing three beautiful
ladies lying on beds on the other side of the wall, their legs are up in the
air, encompassing the very same heads that were crammed into the wall. The
women were the loveliest he had ever seen, although their thighs were so
hugely muscular, that he could not believe they belonged to them. The males
were acutely screaming into the squeezettes' crotches, not even capable of
trying to unclamp those enormous female thighs, their hands are left on the
other side of the wall. In the same time, while the girls were squeezing the
three male heads between their huge six thighs, they were occupied with
talking on the phone, reading books, and doing everything other than paying
attention to the three men that were about to pass out between their squeezing
thighs. Bill, together with the rest of the men waiting in line, could not
believe those thightanic limbs belonged to the three pretty ladies that were
resting on the beds, crushing the masculine store members between their
gargantuan thighs. There must have been some kind of a camera deception, it
couldn't possibly be...

"I never saw you here before, sweetie" Bill instantaneously turned around to
see who was speaking to him, only to face the biggest naked breasts he had
ever seen. They were huge. His eyes were within a squeezing distance from
their enormity, he wanted to ask the chest's owner to step down from the chair
she was standing on, when he looked down. No. It couldn't be. She stood,
thighed-open on the floor. He could only see her feet, due to the
monstrousness of her tits, but he was certain she was heavily standing on the
ground. And yet, her enormous chest, which stood cantilevered out, arrogant,
in defiance of gravity, was the heaviest commodity he had ever seen.

"Well," Bill replied, looking straight ahead into the immense chest that
presented itself in front of him "that's because it is my first time" he said,
as the woman raised her right hand, and placed it on the back of his head. He
knew exactly where it was leading. The gap between her huge breasts was so
inviting, so appealing, he wanted so much to bury his face in there. But he
didn't dare. Not with this amazing woman facing him. She could muffocate him
to death between her watermelons if she only wanted to, courtesy of 'the
squeeze store'.

"Is that right, darling?" she said, starting to slowly pull his imbecile head
toward the chasm between her proud breasts, breasts that were thrusting out,
away from her torso. No, Bill thought to himself, as his face got closer to
her deadly weapons, his vision is now limited to the insides of her titflesh.
Her tits actually slanted upward on their own. It couldn't be true. How
come...

And then, without notice, it happened. In a one swift, unthinkable motion, she
smashed...

End of part three. Part four is in the squeezing. Fans should give some help
molding it, in addition to molding Bill's sides. And yes, Mr. Chair, the next
one is all yours. Your face better believe it. Custom-made stories are
available at barbunny3111@yahoo.com just tell me what you like, and I'll
tailor a story.