The Side Effects of the Vicious Cycle 
By barbunny3111@yahoo.com
A girl's muscular thighs play a decisive, deadly role on a victim's sides in the over the counter presgription. A sequence to Whose thigh is it anyway? 


Nicole suddenly realized she was daydreaming about those past films, while
Bill was still asleep on the couch between her thighs. And then, the
astonishing, unimaginable happened. Her gargantuan thighs made the
instinctive, startling move all by themselves, closing on his head in between
them, and waking him up in the process. She felt the abrupt, understandable
movement of Bill's hands on her constricting thighs, as he realized what was
happening. Nicole squeezed his now-awakened head, giving it her friendly,
powerful squeeze, her feet are not crossed yet.

Bill was mad. He was so tired after a day of filming, why did she have to wake
him up in such a barbarian manner? If he could, he would have clarified who
the man is in their relationship. But he knew too well that he couldn't. Her
bulky thighs were so strong, he would be lucky if she released his head
unscathed. She was his best squeezette. He enthusiastically called her the
Iron Lady, Margaret Thightcher. But she, or rather her premium thighs, were
definitely in charge. He felt how she ground his head with her thighs, the
sheer power of her inner thighs crushing the sides of his poor head, while
increasing the rhythm of the thigh fluctuation.

"Long time no squeeze," Nicole said after easing her grip a bit, enabling him
to breathe her inner scent. It always amazed her over and over again. How they
fill their lungs to the fullest with her feminine aroma, inhaling her essence,
when she eventually open up her exacting thighs after a good squeeze. "Its
like desserts to your lungs, isn't it, Bill?" Nicole said, feeling his hands
roam all around her smooth and elegant thighs, thighs that swelled into
columns of pure strength. "Did you know that desserts become stressed when
letters are squeezed backwards?" she said, while her huge, fully contracted
thighs kept expanding around his head, still enabling him to get some air,
before they start squeezing again.

"Now I want you to say the Thighppocratic oath, Bill. I wanna hear you say
that you'll revere my thighs forever, even when it's dangerous, even when the
firmness of my gorgeous legs keeps you confined in the thighs that you didn't
think were suitable for the job." And then she abruptly straightened her
massive thighs, closing them on his humble head, only to prove her point, like
it needed to be proven. Her influential thighs were so immense that his
fearful head was totally engulfed by bulging muscles from all sides. Nicole
then released his head by deliberately bending her knees, lowering her body
until his face was firmly pressed into her crotch, his disapproval is muffled
in her thighs. She rigorously nuzzled her crotch on his mouth, only to rise
again without warning, in the speed of thigh, her crotch leaving Bill's face,
but her oh-so-powerful thighs meet again around his head in a smashing,
forceful collision.

"You know, Billy, I think your head got used to my iron thighs so much, that
it'll be hard for you to accept that I wanna quit doing this. Well, Jeff's
death was the too much for me. It was like the thighs that broke the camel's
neck. And I think I deserve more. Look. Just look how strong my thighs are.
Can you feel now while my huge thighs crush inward on your neck, that they are
so muscular? I only want to make a decent living, to make ends meet, in
addition to making thighs meet, on my victims' heads, that is. And you know
what, I never really, truly squeezed you. All I always did was putting my
delightful thighs around your head. Now let's see what happens if I squeeze"
Nicole said, squeezing gently, showing him how easily she could cut off his
air.

"No way, Nicole. You are my greatest squeezette. I can't manage withou..."
Bill tried to finish his sentence, but was unmercifully interrupted by the
closing of the thighs that incarcerated his undersized head, not before Nicole
took his head by her hands a little lower, to mid-thigh. "The maximum
squeezing power I achieve between my thighs occurs when the male head is
positioned right in the central part of my instanding thighs, halfway between
my knee and crotch. You get it now, cause I couldn't remember when my
authoritative thighs gave you the permission to speak. It's easier said than
squeezed, you know. Well, you do have the right to remain silent, in my
squeezing thighs, I mean. And if you really want to know, my thighs do strike
twice in the same place, namely the sides of your head. Now let's see what
happens if I squeeze a little bit harder" Nicole smiled, squeezing his head a
touch harder while huge cords of muscle wrapped tightly around his neck.

"Listen, Nicole, I can't afford to lose you. I'll give you a raise. No. I'll
double your paycheck. Last time I wanted to give you a simple raise, you just
raised my body with your thighs while leaning on the table. You wanted to show
me what a real raise is. Please don't leave me. Your terrific thighs always
make my actors' heads squeeze-effective. Please. It takes two to tango. Two
thighs like yours, I mean. And besides, believe me I'll get to you. If you
leave me, I'll persu..." his mouth was again disfigured in mid-sentence, as
Nicole squeezed harder, letting her thigh muscles to get into action for the
first time around Bill's head. His body went into fierce convulsions on the
couch, as her terrifying thighs couldn't comprehend where his head got the
nerve. The strength she showed seconds before he blacked-out was beyond
belief. Then, at the very last moment, when her educated thighs felt that the
male head in between them is about to pass, she let up the pressure a bit. "I
just can't get it, Bill. You are lying here, your head is in the most perilous
place on earth, my legs are like a neckthigh to your shirt, and you are
arguing with me. There's nothing to argue about. You had me for several years
now, closing my thighs on actors, it's time for me to go and open my own
business. You know they always used to say you win some, you squeeze some. And
as our president said once, 'read my thighs', Bill" Nicole said, again closing
her appalling thighs inward on his head, "I'm leaving. And the rest, as they
squeeze, is history" She said, tightening her vise-like grip, every squeeze
was like another turn of the vise, her thighs tore into his penetrable head as
she made sure her point was driven home. Two points actually, if you are brave
enough to call those traumatic thighs points. Bill's body was involuntarily
making convulsive movements, his hands hopelessly try to open up the female
thighs that were devouring his head alive, that he was regretting trying to
convince her to stay. It could cost him his life. He wanted to speak to her,
to say he was sorry, she could leave whenever she wants, if only she would
release his recumbent head from her murderous thighs. But he couldn't talk.
His head was experiencing thighic contours and configurations he never knew
could exist. Her bloodthirsty thighs were molding anew his cheekbones,
everything turned red and hazy, his hands gave her thighs their last shot,
blackness was surrounding his world, and...

Bill woke up. It was 23:00pm already in Dallas. He felt his face with his
hands, there were definitely some fractured bones, the result of the unruly,
feminine inner-thighs of Nicole, his best squeezette. He recalled how easily
she broke the backs of her latest boys by accident. They titled it 'The Back
Squeeze Boys'. He had some good times with her. But he thought it wasn't worth
the risk. Maybe he should go out with a regular girl. Someone he would be able
to control, the way every normal man does. Someone whose thighs won't be
closing head-bound all the time like Nicole's. He remembered how he hated it,
when they were sitting on the sofa in the studio, watching television, and
they saw Willow on CNN's Money Line saying 'ahead of the curve'. Nicole
routinely used to raise her arrogant thighs from the floor, keeping them
parallel to the ground, then taking his removable head in her hands while
Willow said 'ahead'. Then, as Willow said 'of the curve', she brought it down
to her opened, expectant thighs' curves, saying 'you have to feel the market'
and as she started squeezing, she always said 'I'm only doing as they said on
T.V'.

He stepped into his favorite Starbucks, ordered his usual coffee, and then he
saw her. She was lovely. She was sitting at the furthest table, her black hair
and her Chinese, glimmering eyes were so gentle and feminine, he could not
resist the urge to approach her. It was a large store, and at this time of the
night there hardly were four persons in it. He went to the remote, slightly
murky corner of the store, and looked at her gracefulness. "May I sit here, or
do you have a date tonight?" he asked her without thinking twice. "Are you
Tommy? It's nice to meet you. I'm Cony" she replied, her narrow eyes smiling
shyly at him. Bill knew what he had to do. The beauty of this Chinese teenager
was irresistible. "It's nice to meet you too, Cony. You look so young. How old
are you?" he asked while sitting next to her, noticing for the first time that
her body was all covered. She had a baggy top and a pair of wide pants that
weren't revealing anything of her feminine physique.

"I'm actually 19 years old, Tommy, and to tell you the truth, that's my first
date ever with a guy" Cony said coyly, smiling her oriental smile. Bill was
devastated. Why all the gorgeous girls are so timid and weak? He would give
everything to have her as one of his squeezettes. If only she had the
capabilities. But with such a delicate face, she would never be able to give
him a thanks-squeezing-day gift like Nicole. Her thighs won't even stand a
mere Squeezter. Not to mention a real powerful Valenthigh-day squeeze like
Nicole always loved to share with his head. Bill looked into Cony's eyes,
remembering the immense thighs of Nicole, squeezing him and saying her
all-too-frequent notification, 'to squeeze your head, it's a mission possible
to my thighs'.

"I hope I'm not too old for you, Cony" Bill said to her, knowing that at last,
there'll be a girl he will be able to control. "But I didn't know you are
Chinese. Is that true that you all so docile and submissive in your
relationships with men?" he asked, knowing that he will never follow her
thighsteps like he always followed Nicole's. He wouldn't even be attracted to
her, if it weren't for her absolute beauty. He started to think about Nicole.
How her aggressive thighs could easily squeeze a man to death, if they only
wanted to. Every victim on her films was presumed squeezed in her tremendous
thighs, until proven otherwise. They were so muscular.

"I know that's what everybody thinks" Cony bashfully said, "but please don't
hurt me, Tommy" she whispered. Oh, I was waiting for this for a long time,
Bill thought. "Let's do it right here and now, Cony, let me show you what a
real man is" he said, getting up and patting the counter next to their table.
She rose slowly, not understanding what he meant. It was her first date, after
all. "Please don't hurt me, Tommy" she said in her lovely Chinese accent,
hopping on top of the counter and leaning back, supporting herself with her
arms. Bill entered the space between her legs, taking her booted ankles in his
hands and raising her legs until they were parallel to the ground. "Don't
worry, honey. It'll be over in less than ten minutes. Just let me handle the
tough job, and enjoy" he said, getting close to her crotch, becoming aware of
the fact that the counter was a bit too high for him, as the middle of his
torso was positioned right in between her thighs, and he'll have to bring a
footstool to reach her.

"Oh Tommy, I don't think it's right. Please don't. I'm too young for this"
Cony whispered in her girlish voice, trembling. Bill was exhilarated. Finally,
a girl he'll be able to manipulate. After all those years of women controlling
him, he had to bring this preposterousness to a close. Much like Nicole always
brought her thighs to a close. Around his head, that is. This Cony will have
to suffer. She'll find the idea of men controlling her body hard to swallow.
Well, it was Nicole's hard thighs that swallowed his torso for so long. He
took Cony's thighs in his hands in order to bring them around his body and all
of a sudden he felt it. He realized the baggy pants were only concealing a
huge pair of muscular thighs. They absolutely were like Nicole's. Hell no,
they were much larger than Nicole's. He could not believe what was happening,
as she slowly, like it was magic, extended her legs all by herself, and
deliberately fastened them around his body, not closing them yet.

"Please, Tommy, you are much older than me. Please, I'll do whatever you say,
just don't hurt me" Cony innocently said while she relaxed her body, leaning
back comfortably with her hands on the counter, looking straight into Bill's
eyes. "It's all a big mistake, Tommy, please let go of me. I want to go home,"
Cony naively said, while her thighs' muscles started to constrict themselves,
for the first time, on his sides. Bill recognized the familiar feeling of
female thighs on his body, but somehow he knew it was going to be different
this time. In a very dangerous way. A routine that was so favorite with
Nicole, could be deadly with a girl that doesn't know her own thighs'
strength. He had to get out of those lethal thighs before they will become the
unasqueezers, to name one of Nicole's films.

"Oh I can't take it anymore, please release me" Cony gullibly said, as she
casually brought his body closer to her crotch by the force of her demanding
inner-thigh muscles. And then it happened. Suddenly, to Bill's amazement, Cony
crossed her enormous calves behind his back, her immense thighs carnivorously
savoring the sides of his middle, and then the unbelievably well-known
occurred. She just slowly reclined backwards, as her hands left the counter,
only to arrive comfortably behind her head, her back simply meeting the
counter while her thighs gradually began to squeeze what's in between them.
She looked up at the Starbucks' ceiling, her hands resting on her nape, Bill's
body is stuck between her appalling thighs, about to be crushed to...

And than it all came back to him. All of a sudden the recollection was
squeezed into his mind, that this particular position was Nicole's most
destructive grip. He remembered while her victim was placed in the same
position as he was right now, Nicole's back was leaning on the counter and he
was standing there beside the counter. Nicole adorably looked at the amused
victim's face. Until she started squeezing. His face immediately turned to
bemused, as Nicole wasn't lingering when she applied the grip squeezes to her
victims. It was a 'cut-to-the-chase' attitude, only now, it was more like
cut-to-the-victim's sides, as her tremendous thighs' grip had no mercy,
crushing onto his body. And then, against all they had agreed beforethigh,
contrary to the script, she suddenly raised her conceited thighs in the speed
of light, lifting what was imprisoned between them, until her thighs were
vertical to the counter, and the poor male victim's body was airily placed
parallel to it. After maintaining the uplifting grip for two seconds, Nicole
slowly brought her actuating thighs back to the starting position, delivering
his feet back to the ground. Bill remembered he wanted to name the film 'The
Round-Grip airfare', urging Nicole to continue the torturously feminine grip
on the victims' compressed waist. "No way" Nicole said, extending her proud
legs further with his body in between, and rehooking her feet around him.
"We'll let our victim decide. Will it be 'Over the Counter Presgription',
honey" she said, promptly raising her monumental thighs again to the victims
chagrip, holding him up there for what seemed like a full ten seconds, then
bringing him casually back down. "Will it be 'The Squeezing Counter
Encounter', sweetheart, guess what's coming up in our next segment" Nicole
smiled into his eyes, repeating the thighs' routine of squeezing his abdomen
in order to gain some leverage for the lift, then hoisting him to the
now-familiar whereabouts, only to lower him down again to the floor. "Or, if
you really want my thighs to live UP to their expectations, I have one more
choice, and it's UP to you. But you'll have to make UP your mind" she said,
speaking slowly, and emphathighzing the word up with a smaller lift each time
she was saying it. "And hurry UP, baby, you don't want to UPset my thighs,
cause it adds UP to five lifts now, and my thighs have a strange feeling you
won't stand another UPholstered lift, before you give UP your UPrising".
Nicole was still lying on the counter, her big-hearted thighs horribly
crushing his sides, while his hands sheepishly felt the hard, feminine outer
thighs' smoothness. Then, without suggesting another film title, she brutally
heaved his sides with her thighs, supporting her arms with the counter's
edges, and beginning to perform circular motion with his body. She gradually
increased the pace of the cycles, taking full advantage of her comfortable,
horizontal position, and thighyrating her thighs in full revolving motions.
Round and round. "The Side Effects of The Vicious Cycle" Nicole said, spinning
the victim's poor body around in a vicious cycle, causing the desired effects
on his sides in a manner that tore into his bones in more ways than one.

And then, without notice, it happened. In a one swift, unthinkable motion,
Nicole's thighs...

End of part two.

Part three is in the crushing. Fans should help molding it, in addition to
molding Bill's sides.

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