The Wives Inner Thighs Crush Husbands Institute.
by barbunny3111@yahoo.com



The WITCH Institute teaches wives, squeeze by squeeze,
how to crush husbands out of eating disorders. Part
two. By barbunny3111@yahoo.com

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Barbara looked at her husband and made the decision.
She brought her feminine but muscular leg over his
face while he was sleeping, and pressed hard. Richard
woke up instantly, catching her firm thigh with both
hands from around, trying to keep his airways free.
"What the hell are you doing Barbara?" he said, angry
that his loved wife had wakened him in the middle of
the night.
"Eat me, darling. The noble meal is right in front of
you. Just take your tongue out and start nibbling"
Barbara said, jamming her crotch down firmly on his
mouth. 

"No way, Barbara. You know I hate the odor and flavor
of your vag." He said to her crotch, his vision was
limited to her rectangular abdominal muscles. She was
so proud of them, and so was he. She did hundreds of
ab crunches a day, her flat stomach was admirable, but
his legs were stronger than hers. You have to have
strong legs to make your spouse service you, he
thought to himself. There's no way she was going to
make him service her orally. It was degrading. "We've
discussed it before. I'm not gonna make love to you
that way. I don't consider it love at all. The fact
you always give me head doesn't mean I have to endure
your crotch discharges. And I won't. You just can't
force me to." 

"We are going to the doctor tomorrow morning. She
works at some WITCH Institute. She specializes in oral
services" Barbara said, removing her solid thigh from
his mouth. "O.K. Barbara, but I have to warn you. If
she's hot, I'm gonna make her give me head too"
Richard said.

**********

"Hi and welcome to the WITCH Institute, I'm Dr. Cory
Squeezerson, but you can call me Dr. Cory". Barbara
and Richard were flabbergasted. They entered the WITCH
Institute expecting to find a doctor's office, nurses
and receptionists, but instead they saw that hugely
muscled Dr. Cory, lying under the leg press machine,
stark naked, her enormous legs are slightly bent,
holding the tremendous weight of the machine by her
stronger-than-life thigh muscles in midair. "Come on
in, guys. You've come to the right place. You look so
big and strong, my man. What's your name?" Dr. Cory
asked, not budging her giant thighs, as if there were
no hundreds of pounds of weight on them.
"The name is Richard, this is Barbara, and I think we
made a big mistake" he said, looking at her pretty
face through the opening created by her wide-open
thighs. He couldn't believe his eyes. He knew the
machine. You were supposed to bring the weight up and
down with your legs, but her thighzable legs were
holding the machine in a way nobody ever intended to.
Midair. And it seemed like she wasn't making any
effort at all. She just looked at them with her lovely
eyes from between her emphathighzed muscles, and
smiled.   

"It's going to be a big mistake if you leave. Now I
want you, Barbara, to sit on the couch, and you,
Richard, to pick the most appropriate spot for your
head in the clinic, and place it there." She said,
slowly lowering the machine so that her monstrous
thighs were spreading, as if they knew where he's
going to place his head, as if her proficient thighs
signaled his head where to be put. It was so obvious.
There could be no place more appropriate for his face
than the gulf between her mouth-watering thighs. Those
thighs could easily squeeze a man to death, if they
only wanted to. Richard saw the distinct difference
between the inner and outer thigh. It was so obvious.
The outer thighs had some huge outlandish muscles, but
it was the inner thighs that drew the attention. The
way they faced each other, standing out in the air,
waiting for a male face to be shoved in between them,
the pure pressure they could so easily generate when
getting close toward one another. Her inner thighs
were the most enticing place on earth to nestle. He
knew exactly where his face belongs. 

"No way, Miss Dr. Cory. We are heading home now"
Richard said, as he started to move slowly toward the
gulf that's going to engulf his head soon. He knew
exactly where his head was heading, to the
breathtaking thighs, thighs that certainly will take
his breath away, literally, and who knows what else.
He took small steps toward the icing on the thigh. He
felt there was no chance he will give up the
opportunity to put his neck there. It wasn't a
neck-and-neck decision. It was neck-and-thighs one.

"Oh Richard, you are heading nowhere but straight to
the thighs that will soon squeeze you as long and as
tight as they want to. I have more than a thighful
waiting for you. The late, unfortunate Institute
members used to call them headstones. The stone-hard
muscles usually entice male heads into them, and than
it's all over. Like my bethighed Jerry Springer says,
what those guys think when their heads are in there
can be considered as their final thought. It's a
thighrarchy you can't overlook, Richard. One swift
thigh motion and you encumber tomorrow's obituaries.
No CPR is useful then. Especially when my
knowing-no-confines thighs make it stand for Crushing
Pressure Resuscitation" Dr. Cory joyfully smiled at
him, still not flexing her voluminously massive
thighs, the machine is still held in midair.  

"Come Barbara, we are leaving now. I'm not placing any
pate, errr ... , fate, errr ... , face, errr ...  faith in there"
Richard stammered, getting closer, step by step, to
the thighs that seemed so close now. Maybe too close.
Too close to escape. The verdict was already given. It
paved the thigh for the sexecution. Dr. Cory certainly
looked like one that could take the law into her own
thighs, literally. He has to come to grips with this
notion, before her thighs come to grip with his head.
It was beyond desgription. One in-depth look at her
thighs, and you realize they are too powerful to
ignore. They can take your head by surpthighs, and the
sheer magnitude of them could keep your head in there
for as long as she  ...  or they  ...  want. Even for the
whole winter. Maybe that's why they call it
thighbernation. 

"Yes you are" Dr. Cory said, starting to flex her
impressively tremendous thighs for the first time. "I
like it when men put their own head, in addition to
their own future between my thighs. They know it's
very hazardous, but they put it there anyway. The
crime rate might be down, buy the squeeze rate is way
up. Now, admit it, Richard, you can't help it. You,
like all males, will become a thighcoholic in the next
moments. It's a form of squeezophrenia most men catch,
when they get acquainted with thighs like mine. Here,
male heads are accepted on a strict first-come,
first-squeezed basis. Once their fragile heads are
squeezed between my hair-raising thighs, there's no
need for our dial-a-squeeze program. It's
1-800-SQUEEZE, and it's toll-free, but it's absolutely
not squeeze-free. It's open 24 hours a thigh, 7 days a
squeeze. And our special is the instant grip. No
subsgription needed. It's much better than our
thighberspace at squeeze.com. Yea, that's right,
Richard, come closer. You know what's going to happen,
don't you? But you come anyway. Cause you can't resist
the threatening ordeal of thigh sexpertise that your
head tells you to escape from. Well, your head tells
you that, because it's your head that will have to
endure the awesome pressure that it sees between my
thighs. But you are willing to sacrifice your head, to
sample the power. But you can't have any real
conception of how strong my legs are until you are
between them" Dr. Cory whispered, Richard is now close
enough to hear her sexy, low voice, looking at those
pompous thighs, the thick meat of them invite his head
so exclusively, it felt as if his head was already in
between them, or was it? 

"O.K. that's enough" he said, standing right next to
the machine. "We are going home now, Barbara" he
declared, starting to bend his head, getting down on
his knees, and placing his comparatively diminutive
skull in the dangerous air between Dr. Cory's laudable
thighs. He knew Dr. Cory's abundantly massive thighs
would crush his poor head in an instant. They will
make no bones about it. The only bones that will be
made, are his jawbones. Or rather crushed.

"Yes you are going home, Richard" Dr. Cory hissed,
placing both of her strong hands on the back of his
head, and slowly bringing his head down, so that it
was comfortably resting on her exposed crotch. "But a
whole new home. One customer used to call my thighs
the USA. He said they are the United Squeezes of
Adductors. I'm a doctor after all, remember? Well, my
proficient thighs loved his misspelling so much, they
couldn't help themselves, got excited, and before I
could restrain them, while his departed head was in
between them, one thigh led to another, and they have
decided all by themselves to finish his head of. I
didn't respond fast enough, those thighs started
crushing, his head was deformed by their tremendous
strength, not because it lost volume, but because it
was distributed in a strange way across my thighs,
nobody ever intended to. Well, Richard, as you can
see, I can scientifically stretch your head to the
limit with one motion of my supersqueeze, but inward.
It's up to my thighs now, sweetie"

"I don't want to be here, and I won't" Richard talked
to the crotch, his poor head is submerged in the
monumental thighs that are about to eat him alive,
before they teach him how to eat what's between them.
He tilted his domesthighcated head a bit, looked at
Dr. Cory's face, and saw that she wasn't looking at
him anymore. She was looking at the ceiling, as if he
wasn't there. As if no head was lying on her bare
crotch, between her massive thighs, waiting to be
squeezed. What was he doing there? It wasn't supposed
to be that way. His head is in clear and present
danger. Once those thighs grip, they could bring him
down to his knees. Well, he is already on his knees.
But the thighdraulic pressure those two can generate ... 

"Well, Richard, thighpothetically speaking, you could
have ran away. But as my thighs can see  ...  and feel  ... 
your arms are encircling my cheerful thighs now, like
it could help your unfertile head. It happens
instinctively, I know, but when my superior thighs
decide to start with their coup de grasp, the soft
male head that's in there has no patient's bill of
rights. Your slender arms can not stop the tender
loving crush that's about to begin in any moment now,
and I have to warn you, it's either pure pressure, or
breath deprivation, but first we have to soften the
squeezed material" Dr. Cory said, still not budging
her potent legs, the full weight of the leg press
machine is easily held by them. To her it was just
another eating disorder case. Her educated thighs got
used to the ideas that a lot of women could benefit
from their instruction on how to crush miserable
husbands out of eating disorders. It's not my fault
that my thighs are so hugely muscled, she thought to
herself. She knew her occupation wasn't on the beaten
path. The only object that's going to be beaten, is
the head that rests in her thighs' path. But she
decided that tonight it's going to be different. She
will try the thing she has been fantasizing on for so
long. She didn't know what the heady-consequences
would be, but she has to check it one thigh or
another. It's not Richard's fault that it's going to
be his head that will suffer the experiment, but it
has to be someone.
 
"And you Barbara, play a huge role here. The wife is
in the center of everything, other than your husband's
head, which will be in the center of your thighs. From
now on, there is a new position in your marriage, it's
called The C.S.O. The exemplary squeezes you'll learn
to perform on your husband's shoddy head will
strengthen your thighs, as well as his respect of your
crotch's demands. You'll be the Chief Squeezing
Officer of the house, your own husband's head will
become so squeezeworthy, he'll never know what your
commendable thighs are up to. He won't judge a thigh
by its cover anymore. When he'll see a female thigh
from now on, he'll be scared to death, literally, of
what it could do to him. Whenever you invite family
and friends for dinner, you'll perform healthy thighs'
squeezes on his barren head before the first course,
and before you know it, your hubby will address you as
Your Thighness. All the guests will revere your
strong, exsqueezite thighs to your satisfucktion, and
then you will be able to nonchalantly ask  ... squeeze,
anyone?' to the astonishment of all men present" Dr.
Cory said, still looking up at the ceiling, Richard's
face is still breathing her feminine fragrance from
between her colossal thighs, waiting for the
inevitable. 

And then, without notice, it happened. In a one swift,
unthinkable motion, Dr. Cory raised her
extraordinarily powerful thighs, his still-in-place
head is conveniently located in the middle of the
upward... 

End of part two.
Part three WILL be published this time, provided fans'
help will be delivered.
Thanx Annie (ample)
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