CHRISSY BORED IS CHRISSY DEADLY
by Kandor
She crushes his puny body between her thighs



	Chrissy laughed. This particular episode of "Family Matters" really 
cracked her up, the one where Erkel was trying to hang shelves in his 
neighbor's garage and, predictably, they all fell down. Stupid as the show 
was, Erkel never failed to tickle her funny bone. He annoyed the shit out 
of everyone, maybe that's why she liked him so much. Usually. Occasionally, 
she'd harbor fantasies about taking his scrawny black body between her 
massive legs and cracking him like kindling.
	The show was over and Chrissy flipped through the cable stations 56 
offerings, finding absolutely nothing to her liking. She clicked off the 
tube in disgust and tossed the remote aside. Sitting on the couch with her 
big arms crossed over her bigger chest, Chrissy whistled to herself, hummed 
and then finally looked down at her lap.
	"I'm bored," she said. "Entertain me."
	"Please....." the man wheezed, a punctured lung railing wetly in 
his chest as he spoke painfully. "No ... more...please..."
	Chrissy smiled and picked up the remote. She showed it to him.
	"How rude of me," she said. "Was there anything you wanted to 
watch? Oh, right, I forgot, you can't see, can you? Silly me!"
	The man coughed; a bubble of blood splattered from his mouth all 
over Chrissy's already bloodied thighs. She put her head back and laughed, 
her blonde hair cascading in its pigtail over the back of the couch. A 
movement outside caught her eye.
	"Hmmm, you seem to have a drug problem in this neighborhood, 
Melvin,"Chrissy sighed, looking out the window. "Melvin. Good grief, what a 
name. Anyway, Melvin, I think this neighborhood could use someone like me, 
what do you think. Maybe I'll move in her after you .... well, after you're 
gone."
	She picked up a magazine and opened it, placing it atop his head as 
she read it. She continued the slow, rhythmic pulsing of her ropy adductor 
muscles. Melvin groaned loudly on each one, laboring for breath ...
+++++++++++
	Five hours ago, Melvin was very much part of the living, a weasly 
little numbers cruncher in a world much too aggressive for him. Melvin 
feared the world and everyone in it. He fantasied big, however, as most 
frightened people tend to do, and when he saw Chrissy in the video store, 
his mind was awhirl with fantasies he knew in a million years would never 
come true. He liked big women, or pictures of them, had them all over his 
one-bedroom apartment in the bad part of town. His neighbors knew him, knew 
of him, too, but they didn't bother with the tiny, balding, bespectacled 
accountant who looked like he'd stepped from the pages of a Dickens' novel. 
Melvin never dated, never talked to women, and most certainly never fucked. 
A jar of hand cream and a box of tissues by a stack of female muscle 
magazines was all the woman Melvin could handle.
	Chrissy knew Melvin the second she saw him in the store, knew the 
type anyway - and knew the outcome of the evening ahead. The big blonde was 
bored and when Chrissy is bored, the Melvins of the world had better watch 
out. Trouble is, the Melvins don't know about the real Chrissy until it's 
too late to change their acquaintance.
	"Hi, little man, come here often?" Chrissy asked brashly, walking 
up to the diminutive middle-aged man who was timidly looking over the rack 
of workout videos. "Hey, you thinking of pumping up some? Sure could use 
it; man, what're you, about 100 pounds?"
	"N...ninety-nine..." Melvin sputtered, looking away, his embarassed 
eyes focusing on a far wall rack of the latest bad Jean Clod VanDumb movie.
	"Yeah, you could use some of this," Chrissy said, picking up a 
tape. "Look at that, huh? Look at the thighs on Denise Austin! Christ, 
she's got a pair of legs on her look like they could crush a fucking beer 
keg! Think so? Think little Denise here has got a headscissors that could 
pop the eyes out of a man's skull?"
	Melvin was shaking, looking anywhere but at the beautiful blonde. 
Even in her usual baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants and ratty baseball cap, 
Chrissy exuded huge. The only flesh visible was a bull neck, corded on the 
sides, and that gave away the bulk extending below. And as he turned to the 
side, Melvin caught the full Chrissy in a big mirror at the cap of one of 
the video aisles as she quickly peeled off her sweats as they stood alone 
near the back of the nearly deserted store late at night: Tall, much taller 
than him, 5-10 to his 5-1, a good 180 pounds packed into clothes 
ridiculously tight, if you could even call them clothes; a midriff t-shirt 
pulled tight and high over a six-pack gut that pulsated as she breathed. 
Arms with caps of muscle on the biceps and indents so deep on her tricep 
they were shadowed by the ridge of meat around them. Forearms stretched 
with sinew and muscle. And those thighs. Melvin was a leg man, and Chrissy 
was a leg-man's total wet dream: Tiny white panties stretched tight around 
the biggest thighs he'd ever seen, in or outside his one-handed reading 
material back home. Quads that flared out like rock-hard flesh cliffs over 
her knees, and calves so cut and thick, the socks she wore pulled out a 
good three inches away from the bottom of her calves as they tried to 
embrace the top. Melvin gulped. Chrissy smiled - and then flexed to make it 
all bigger, tightening the paper-thin skin over her monumental legs until 
it shone, every snaky vein ribboning to life just beneath the surface. 
Melvin blinked rapidly, sure he was looking in a funhouse mirror at a woman 
3 times bigger than she should have in real life.
	"S'matter, little man?" Chrissy hissed, leaning over the top of his 
bald head to whisper down at him as they both looked in the mirror. "Don't 
like what you see? Wanna lick my calves, huh? Wanna feel my thighs 
scissored around your head?"
	Melvin was slapstick comedy in action as he tried to leave the 
store, tripping over a display case of used videos, sending a rack of candy 
skittering across the floor, getting dirty looks from every clerk nearby 
who had to clean the mess up. Chrissy laughed, putting her clothes back on 
quickly, out of sight of the workers who now gathered angrily around the 
mess the clumsy little man had left behind.
	"Fucking asshole," one grumbled as Chrissy walked by quietly, 
unnoticed. "What, did he see a fucking ghost or something?"
	Melvin looked like a ghost as he bowed his head in the bathroom 
sink at home, shaking hands cupped to splash water on his fright-whitened 
face. He looked up into the mirror and thought he'd aged well beyond his 50 
years in just the last few minutes. He'd seen women like that blonde in 
magazines, but only remotely like her; the page girls paled in comparison 
to the living amazon who'd spooked him to his core.
	He stumbled back into his tiny living room and groped for the wall 
light. A light went on - but not the one he was reaching for. He jumped 
back, his heart thumping in his skinny chest, when he saw someone sitting 
on his couch - and it nearly stopped when he saw who it was. It definitely 
skipped a few beats when he saw what she was wearing; she'd stripped down 
to what she had on in the store, the tiny top, panties, socks and sneakers.
	"Hi, Melvin," Chrissy said with a big smile, one huge leg crossed 
over the other, her massive, shiny shin gleaming in the 60-watt glow of the 
table lamp she'd turned on. "Got your name from the mailbox in the foyer."
	"How...?" Melvin began.
	"Cheap locks in these buildings, Melvin," Chrissy said, bouncing 
that top leg, creasing the calf muscle deep on the sides of her tubular 
shin bone in the middle of all that rocky flesh. "I can beat 'em every 
time."
	She got up and walked over to the stack of magazines he had on his 
table. She smiled. He blushed crimson, especially when she picked up the 
hand lotion bottle and put it down inside the tissue box, her forearms 
alive beneath the skin as she did. She turned and grinned at him.
	"I'm bored, Melvin," she said simply. "I want you to please me, 
tickle me, make me be, well, not so bored."
	Melvin's mind raced. "I...I don't know...what do you mean?"
	Chrissy smiled and stood before him, exploding into a violent 
posing routine that caused the little man to go so weak in the knees, he 
fell to them. A double bicep shot bubbled the thick baseballs of her arms 
into peaks of pure muscle. Turning, she rippled her lats and delts into 
ropes of ungodly steel. Twisting back, she thundered one leg out, swaying 
the big slabs of quad meat back and forth loosely until she snap-flexed it 
hard, tensing it so suddenly it actually made a thick slapping sound in the 
still of the apartment. She turned a leg to the side and notched her calf 
at him, the fabric of her sock top stretched to the max; it was frayed from 
the time spent trying to contain it. And she never took those deep blue 
eyes off of him, boring a hole into him whenever he dared look back into 
them. Her lips were pursed, tight against each other as she glared. From 
his knees, he whimpered and looked away.
	"Look at me, fucker!" she growled at him, eyes narrowing, teeth 
flashing white in the dim light. "Look at the woman you want, the woman 
you've been waiting for your whole miserable fucking life!!"
	He did, and he cried as he did. Chrissy sneered, peeling one side 
of her upper lip over those shining teeth, growling at him as she spun 
around, keeping that look riveted to him by looking back over a brawny, cut 
shoulder. She pumped her lower leg up, thickening the insansely thick 
hamstring, massing it into a plank of muscle, flexing it up, stretching it 
down. His teary eyes could not move from that sight.
	"Get over here and touch it," she growled.
	Melvin shuffled over on his knees, nervously reaching out with a 
shaking hand. He swore his fingers stung to the touch of her marble thigh-
back, silky-hot stone to the feel. She stood still now and he warmed to the 
task, running his tiny, bony hands down her tree-trunk thigh to those 
rippling calves, massaging them, barely able to get his fingers around 
them, pulling and kneading the thick meat of them. He moaned loudly. 
Chrissy snickered. She spun around and hit the bicep pose again. He looked 
up, tears running down his face. The upper lip on the big amazon before him 
curled.
	"Feel 'em, Melvin!" she ordered him. "Put those puny hands around 
my biceps and feel 'em!!"
	He stretched up and his quaking hands held fast to the baseballs 
under the skin of her monstrous upper arms. Chrissy flexed, straightening 
and bending her arm, his tiny fingers flattening against them on the 
downstroke, opening wide and barely being able to hold on as she flexed it 
up. Then she lifted her arms up and up as he held on; he came up off the 
floor. She laughed evily, head back, a throaty roar washing over him.
	"Come up and see me, little man," she hissed, reaching down to grab 
him by the shirt front, bunching up the polyester of his Kmart shirt in her 
huge hands.
	It was child's play lifting him up, as high up as she wanted. She 
smiled at him and then extended her long, fluid tongue, slathering a path 
from the top of his bald head, down his forehead, over his nose and into 
his mouth as she slowly lifted him higher. Melvin was a total teary mess 
now, his eyes soaked with shock, embarassment, surprise and delight as 
every woman he'd ever dreamed about - and well beyond - choked him with her 
tongue. She broke the kiss and kept pulling him up, slowly, leaving her 
tongue out, snaking a slime trail down his chin, neck, tickling his adam's 
apple, over the gnarled grip of her huge hands, licking at her own sinewy 
forearms and then finally stopping as she lifted him until his crotch was 
right at her face. He felt her hot breath penetrate the dacron pants he'd 
gotten in the boys' section at the Salvation Army; his cock, which was hard 
from the minute he'd seen her in the video store, got somehow harder. The 
throaty laugh came out again and vibrated against his prick.
	"Let's see what kind of muscle YOU have, little man," Chrissy 
chuckled.
	She used her teeth to unsnap his pants and pull them down, 
underwear too, all in one fluid motion as she held him high in her powerful 
hands. A skinny four inches of hard flesh poked free above the tiniest pair 
of balls Chrissy'd ever seen. The upper lip cleared her teeth again in 
disgust.
	"Jesus Christ, I should toss you back in and wait for a bigger one 
to come along," she growled, her hot breath banking off the tiny prong 
before her.
	"No...please....stop, I'm sorry, I'm...." he stuttered. She 
laughed, she always laughed when they squirmed in pain or humiliation or 
better yet, both.
	"Well, while I'm here," she teased, leaning forward, opening her 
mouth.
	Melvin's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Chrissy's 
nuclear-hot mouth enveloped his cock and balls all in one stroke. The 
velvet tongue worked the sensitive underside of a prick that for the better 
part of 50 years had only seen the inside of its owner's fist. In five 
seconds, his tiny nuts knotted in a familiar twinge and exploded with a 
load bigger than anything he'd ever shot in his life - and smaller than 
Chrissy had ever taken in hers. It was over in seconds; Chrissy tossed him 
back to the couch and stood, hands on hips, smiling at him, cheeks billowed 
out.
	"Let's see wha' we can do wi' 'is," Chrissy said, tilting her head 
back, cupping the small load under her tongue as she spoke.
	She quickly sat on the floor, heels together, legs spread wide. As 
Melvin watched with wide eyes, Chrissy opened her mouth and let his creamy 
load fall out all over her monstrous calves, then rubbed it in with her 
hands, massaging the 20-inch columns of steel until they shone. She stood 
up and rubbed them together, smiling - and curling a finger at Melvin, who 
nervously stood up, his cock still stiff and small.
	"No, on your knees, here," Chrissy said, snapping her fingers and 
pointing to the spot just before her. "Put your head in my thighs."
	Melvin knelt before her. Bending him down, she popped his head in 
her slightly spread legs, encasing the entire tiny skull in thighs so big, 
they were double the size of the hands that now vainly pawed at them. 
Chrissy locked him in a standing reverse headscissors, the massive meat of 
her chiseled upper legs engulfing his head, blocking out light and sound 
but very much leaving him the sense of feel, and he was feeling pain so 
intense now white lights flashed before eyes that were buried deep in 
thigh.
	"Ahhhhhh..." Chrissy hissed, head back, as she pulsed down on the 
scissorlock, pumping her pussy hard against the back of his skull, wetting 
her panties until a dark spot spread across the silky white fabric.
	She crossed her feet now, putting hundreds of pounds of pressure 
into his scissored skull; he felt the bones of his cranium begin to grind 
against each other and he screamed in pain, screams swallowed whole in the 
meaty gulf of Chrissy's killer thighs. She shuffled forward on crossed feet 
until she found her target - his still stiff prick - and speared it into 
her come-covered calves.
	"YESSSSSSS!!!!" she screamed, tilting her head back and madly 
flexing her calves now, thickening them brutally hard on the tiny meat 
stick scissored between them, keeping it hard, fucking it in the embrace of 
her spunk-laden lower legs.
	Melvin knew he was hard in her calves but couldn't believe it, 
couldn't believe that with the pain she was forcing upon him that his cock 
would stay not only erect, but seconds away from the second-largest orgasm 
of his life. He screamed again, in pain and pleasure, and again it was lost 
in the sea of thigh meat that swarmed over his entire head. Small spurts of 
spunk shot from his mashed prick, coating the insides of calves so big his 
dick had no chance of poking to daylight on the other side. Chrissy 
continued to calffuck the barely conscious man trapped in her leggy vice, 
making obscene squishy sounds as his cock speared her huge lower limbs.
	Chrissy came when she felt the hot liquid sear the scissored meat 
of her calves, she came with a hip snap, a thigh quiver and a pussy grind, 
soaking her panties with thick woman cream from the blonde pussy, the hairs 
plastered against her soft mound and outlined in the soaked material of her 
panty. She screamed, a low, guttural scream, biting her lip as she slammed 
a meaty hand into her cunt, fingering herself to another quick and violent 
orgasm, thundering the thigh meat harder onto his trapped skull. Melvin had 
long ago given up trying to pull her machine-tight legs off his head; they 
hung limply at his sides. By the time she let go her scissor grip, he fell 
face first to the floor, his skull fractured and blue, finally receding to 
red and then normal flesh tone as Chrissy stood above him, arms crossed, 
fingers of one hand drumming the other thick forearm.
	"OK, Melvin, I said I was bored, now entertain me," she said 
impatiently as the beaten man lay still at her feet, moaning softly. She 
sneered. "Guess I'll have to think of something."
	She quickly laid down beside him, easily lifting his tiny body up 
with one hand and scooting her giant left leg underneath. She put him down 
and draped her monstrous right leg over the top, hooking her socked ankles. 
She tightened the scissor hold slightly; the thigh meat was so large as it 
flexed, and his body so small, the bottom of her thigh brushed his belt and 
the top extended to the middle of his shoulder blades, the flattened meat 
of that bruising top thigh covering a good 24 inches in its muscled spread.
	"Look at me, Melvin," she growled, leaning up on one elbow, the 
other arm bent, the hand on the thick ribs of ab muscle on that side. "Look 
at me as I break you!!!"
	Melvin turned his teary face to the side. As Chrissy slowly, very 
slowly, extended her locked legs and tightened the grip, she just as slowly 
tilted her head back, looking down her small nose at him, glaring, lips 
tight, eyes wide and wild. She was slipping into the mode she knew so well, 
the one that put her over the edge when she got like this, the one she 
wouldn't return from until she'd taken a victim to the other side. Melvin's 
eyes watered in the pain, tears flowing down his cheeks, his teeth clenched 
in agony, her's in concentration. Her eyes flashed, electric beams seeming 
to radiate from them, burning into Melvin's brain, his mind, his psyche, 
giving him a taste of her inner core. Her soul was bared to him through 
those eyes and what he saw nearly frightened him to death.
	"Pleeeeeasenooooooooo..." he rasped, barely able to breathe, her 
thighs acting like a python, wrapped tight about him waiting for the 
slightest exhalation, then pulsing down ever so slightly, compressing his 
chest and diaphragm, not allowing any air in, until the next time he 
involuntarily breathed out and down the thighs came again. Exhalation, 
compression; exhalation, compression. Out goes the bad air. In comes ... 
none.
	"AahhhhhhhhhhHHHH!!!" Chrissy growled, low at first, then building, 
the thick pads of her chest heaving with sweat and energy, her head tilted 
back, her mind a violent explosion of pre-orgasmic activity as she felt her 
giant thighs engulf his midsection, pressing ever onward.
	She didn't even have to snuggle a plunging pair of fingers or more 
into her sopping wet cunt this time; her pussy was pressed hard against his 
yielding side, bumping it, humping it in time to the rhythmic contractions 
of her ceaseless thighs and that was close enough to make her come. But 
then, when the ankles locked out tight (so long were those deadly legs not 
only were her ankles interlocked, but the entire length of her come-stained 
calves rubbed against each other as well), she felt the body give, 
cartilage bending and grinding at first, which caused her inner thighs to 
involuntarily pulse down harder still, 100, 200, 300, more pounds of 
pressure building along the walls of the adductors to transfer that energy 
to his rapidly breaking body.
	"OH.........GOD..........YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!" she shrieked in come-
ravaged voice, thundering her titanic thighs down and up, mashing to a 
bloody pulp the puny body wedged between them, and she came in a splinter 
of bone, a spearing of lungs, and rupturing of internal organs as Melvin's 
mouth erupted in a geyser of blood; Chrissy was scissoring him in half.
	And she came, she came hard and she came long, as thick rivers of 
woman come jetted out of her labial folds, spraying the inside of her 
already soaked panties like an obscenely spitting clam. She came and 
scissored and came and scissored, fishtailing her long, thunderous legs 
back and forth, grinding the moaning man between them, his nearly lifeless 
body snapping this way and that, unwittingly going for a death ride.
	She stopped only when she heard a woodpecker-like rapping at 
Melvin's apartment door. She slowly brought her head back from were it had 
been tilted back to the floor; her eyes stopped their orgasmic rolling in 
her sockets and turned toward the door, flashing an angry blue steel. 
Slowly, her thighs relaxed, the muscles swelling down to more nearly mortal 
proportion; as they did, Melvin's body sucked in much-needed air and he 
screamed as one rib-skewered lung flapped painfully from the wind blowing 
around in his chest cavity with nothing to contain it.
	"Who the fuck ISSS  it?" Chrissy said in mock sing-song sweetness. 
"We're BUSSSY  in here!"
	"What is going on in there Melvin, are you all right?" a squeaky 
mouse pipped from the other side of the door. "Melvin? Melvin??? I'll call 
the police if you don't open the door this instant!!"
	Chrissy looked at Melvin, an eyebrow raised in anticipation of a 
quick answer.
	"L..land....landlady..." Melvin rasped, still caught in the now-
relaxed scissor grip of his tormentress, those giant legs rippling with the 
exertion and power they'd just unleashed, an involuntary twitch of 
deflating thigh meat spasming a painful shudder through his broken body.
	"I'll take care of this," Chrissy hissed, unlatching her legs from 
the broken accountant and booting him away. He yelped in pain, but tried 
not to breathe too hard.
	Chrissy stood, her white panties soaked at the crotch, the rear 
portion nothing but a memory as msot of it lay wedged tight between the 
muscled meat of her huge, hard rump. She swung the door open and stood, 
hand on hip, one on the knob,looking aggravated.
	The little woman's eyes bulged wide and white in the dim hallway. 
She was as tiny as Melvin, weighing even less, dressed like a '50s 
housewife; modest print dress, sweater to ward off the chill, a pair of 
tortoise-shell glasses sliding down her beaklike nose and magnifying the 
biggest pair of eyes Chrissy had ever seen, growing wider still when she 
looked around Chrissy (no easy feat considering the amazon was filling the 
doorway) and saw Melvin, his lips red from his own blood, curled up in a 
ball, wheezing painfully, the sound of his dead lung flapping inside his 
broken body filling the air of the tiny, stifling apartment.
	"May we help you?" Chrissy asked impatiently.
	"WHAT is going on in here?" the mouse squeaked, eyeballing Chrissy 
up and down.
	"I'm scissoring a man to death, that's what's going on in here," 
Chrissy said plainly. "I noticed you checking me out pretty tight, little 
bitch; you want a piece of me?"
	Landlady's eyes widened more.
	"Melvin, are you all right?" she whined into the room.
	"Get...help..." Melvin winced.
	Landlady turned and found an arm the size and density of an oak 
limb sliced around her throat. The door closed on a hallway, a building and 
a life Landlady would never see again.
	She found herself in great agony only seconds later, the thick beam 
of Chrissy's forearm wedged into her neck, the rippling sinews pushing shut 
her windpipe. Giant columns of rock surrounded her sides, or so it seemed. 
Landlady ran her hands, trembling, down the length of them to a pair of 
socked calves welded together at the ankles.
	"Oh, God, yeah...I love quickies..." Chrissy groaned, biting 
Landlady's skinny neck so hard it drew blood and using her free hand to 
tear open the top of the scrawny, middle-aged woman's dress and bra and 
brutally twist a thin nipple in her brawny fingers.
	"Here it comes, here it fucking comes..." Chrissy growled, pulsing 
her monstrous legs hard on Landlady's bending sides. Snap. Snap. Snap. Rib 
after rib after rib. Landlady screamed in agony. Chrissy humped her cunt 
against the small of her back. And the big girl came again, gushing out a 
wet load of woman spunk, soaking a spot in that sensible dress.
	Chrissy's other side was firmly in control now. She unhinged the 
giant legs from Landlady's spindled body and stood up to let the little 
woman fall to her side, face to face with Melvin.
	"I...love...you..." she wheezed. "I...always...have..."
	"Aw, ain't that cute, just ain't that SO FUCKING CUTE!!!" Chrissy 
bellowed.
	She tore off Landlady's dress and panties, and laid her on her 
back. She grabbed Melvin's entire head in one hand and planted him, face 
first, between Landlady's legs.
	"Eat her cunt, Melvin," Chrissy ordered him as she stood over the 
little woman's twitching, busted body, one big hand up to nearly the wrist 
in her own cunt, deeply fucking herself. "Eat that cunt, Melvin. Eat it 
now!!"
	Melvin obeyed, never having before eaten a cunt. Chrissy smirked to 
herself, looking down at the love couple, as Melvin's surprisingly long 
tongue burrowed into a cunt that had probably never seen one, never seen 
even a finger,she thought. Yeah, eat that snatch, little Melvin, eat it 
good because when she comes, it'll be the last time.
	Chrissy sat down, hard, bashing her rocky ass off Landlady's tiny 
tits. The little woman winced in pain then let out a slight sigh that could 
have only meant pleasure as her little tenant burrowed his wormy face deep 
into her hairy, virgin cuntal passage. Chrissy smiled as the two got into 
it and reached back to pull aside the thin strip of fabric that was 
flossing its way up her huge ass. She spread her cheeks and wetly winked 
her sweat-soaked asshole at Landlady.
	"Take a look, little woman, take a goooood look at my cheesy 
asshole," Chrissy growled, looking back over her muscle-capped shoulder at 
the wide-eyed woman beneath her. "And then take a nice...deep...SNIFF!!!"
	Chrissy sat back and Landlady's head was absorbed in muscled ass 
meat, the nose corkscrewing directly inside the big blonde's sweat- and 
come-stained shitchut. Chrissy let her cheeks go and they slammed shut with 
a muscled slap of flesh on flesh and Landlady's face, from the ears on out, 
were embraced with Chrissy butt.
	"Ah, yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it, lemme fuck my asshole with 
that little face, little lady," Chrissy hissed, head back, muscled hips 
hunching back and forth, wiping her ass on Landlady's screaming mouth, the 
vibrations from her protests rocketing up through her anal walls and into 
her cunt. "That's right, that's right....smell me..."
	And Chrissy came again, this time humping her hips down so hard and 
brutally fast, the sudden crush of her muscular sphincter snapped the 
cartilage of Landlady's nose. Chrissy's come flooded the little woman's 
mouth and nearly choked her; only swallowing the thick cream saved Landlady 
from drowning.
	Down the other end, Melvin was eating Landlady's hairy snatch to 
beat the band as Chrissy watched and madly fingered the nubby clit of the 
tiny woman. Chrissy lifted her giant ass from Landlady's face and the big 
blonde smiled evily as she heard the woman start to moan and groan in tones 
that did not denote pain, only pleasure.
	"Eat that cunt, Melvin, eat that pussy and make her come and I just 
may let you fuck her," Chrissy said, igniting a fire in both the man and 
woman that speeded up the process. "Make her come in your mouth, Melvin, 
like you came in my mouth! You liked it, didn't you Melvin, you liked 
coming in my big mouth? You like my muscles, Melvin, my calves, my thighs, 
my ass....?"
	Chrissy hissed the words, lingering on each body part she named, 
smiling wide as she notice Melvin's tiny bald head doing a Stevie Wonder 
impersonation between Landlady's thighs, weaving and winding back and 
forth, side to side, as he ate her pussy like it was the last one he'd ever 
eat. That thought made Chrissy smile wider still.
	The landlady started to come, her tiny thighs ribboning weakly 
around Melvin's head. Chrissy leaned forward and grabbed the skinny ankles, 
slapping them round each other, tying them up. She put her massive biceps 
on the side of either knee, still holding onto the locked ankles of  
Landlady - and started exerting a steady, hard inner pressing. The thick 
popped-up balls of meat in Chrissy's arms powered inward on Landlady's 
locked knees, putting a commensurate amount of pressure through her thighs 
into Melvin's scissored skull. Landlady was scissoring Melvin's head as she 
came, but only as helped by Chrissy's massive arms. Landlady came in 
buckets and Melvin screamed in agony as the thin femurs barely covered with 
meat pressed hard into his ears and jawbones. And as she came for the first 
time in her life, Landlady experienced excruciating pressure - Chrissy's 
big arms, pressing in at the knees, popped them from their sockets at the 
same time the ceaseless inward pressure shattered Landlady's brittle thigh 
bones, snapping them in the middle and folding them lifelessly around her 
new, only, and final lover's head.
	"AIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" Landlady shrieked in annoying tones so high and 
loud Chrissy had to sit back in a hurry to cut them off with her muffling 
ass.
	"C'mon, you can at least thank me for getting you to come, you 
twit," Chrissy said down between her legs, sluicing back her pussy on 
Landlady's face until it shone wet in her juices. "Now shut the fuck up."
	Melvin was nearly out, his face a bright red from Landlady's 
involuntary headscissors. The little woman's legs lay open, cracked and 
broken at horrible angles. Chrissy stood, fingering her lush wet cunt, 
peeling off the barely visible panty and letting it fall sloppily onto 
Landlady's crying face. She reached down and with one huge paw, lifted 
Melvin to his feet.
	"Why you horny little fucking dog!" she laughed.
	Melvin's tiny cock was stiff again. He couldn't stand without 
Chrissy's support and he couldn't look at her.
	"Please, stop....money, I..we'll give you money..please, the 
pain..." he begged.
	"Now you see Mel, I was bored tonight, that's why I came up here," 
Chrissy said evenly, looking into his crying face. "You gave me something 
to do, don't you know how important that is to me? Chrissy hates being 
bored. You entertained Chrissy tonight, Melvin. I don't know how to thank 
you, except for maybe this!!"
	With that, she forced him to his knees between Landlady's busted 
legs and impaled the little woman with his tiny prong. She screamed in 
pain, not from the invasion of  his miniscule member which wasn't even big 
enough to touch, let alone rupture her cherry, but from Chrissy grabbing 
Melvin's hips and slamming him into Landlady's pussy, banging into the 
broken legs, the jagged edges of her busted femur grinding against each 
other, slicing the flesh bloody inside her tiny thighs.
	"Yeah, that's it, fuck her hard, mosquito-cock, give her all ya 
got!" Chrissy laughed, kneeling behind the tiny man fucking the tiny woman.
	Melvin came with a whimper and a small cry, like a dying animal. 
Chrissy left him in there, pushing him in tight for a minute until he was 
through and then rudely tossed him aside. She knelt between Landlady's 
spread and broken legs, small pieces of her shredded dress hanging off 
them. Chrissy licked her lips as she saw a small river of Melvin's come 
oozing out of Landlady's fresh-fucked cunt.
	"Oh, you never got to taste Melvin," Chrissy with mock concern. 
"Here, have some!!"
	Chrissy slipped her big arms under Landlady's shattered thighs, 
lifting her hips off the floor, sending white-hot shock waves of fresh pain 
through the tiny woman's body. Chrissy grinned madly now as she lifted the 
skinny legs up and over, bending her at the waist, putting her hands up 
under her knees and hoisting them over her hips - aiming that come-soaked 
pussy right at Landlady's open and screaming mouth.
	"Yeah, that's it, open wide and take it allllll in!" Chrissy 
yelped. "Jesus, you're pretty flexible for an old broad! Let's see if I can 
get that cunt right on your mouth!"
	Chrissy powered down now, folding the woman in half as easily as 
someone would fold up cardboard for recycling. She pushed the legs up and 
over until Landlady's knees hit the floor on either side of her own crying 
head; a river of salty come sluiced out of her cunt and ran over her clit, 
through her hairy labial lips, and dripped into her screaming mouth.
	"Yeah, eat that nutsauce, bitch, suck up his man chowder!!!" 
Chrissy growled, biting Landlady's ass that was at her mouth, bending her 
more until the skinny  woman's pussy was only inches from her own face. 
"Lick it up!!"
	Chrissy used her hand now, pinching Landlady's cunt lips, milking 
them, making the last drops of Melvin's spent seed ooze out and then drip 
into the woman's spew-covered face. Landlady closed her eyes against the 
horror and the taste and the pain in her spine from being folded very 
nearly in half.
	"No....stop..." she sputtered, a small spray of spit and spunk 
flitting up between her cracked thighs and hitting Chrissy in the face; the 
big blonde licked her lips and rolled her eyes in her head as she tasted 
the come. "No...more..."
	"Oh, yeah, just a little more, little more, little more..." Chrissy 
said, eyes shut in concentration as she put almost all her 180 pounds onto 
the body pinned beneath her, bending the body in half, putting enormous 
pressure on the rapidly compressing spine.
	When it snapped, the sound was wet and hard and send a wave of 
orgasmic pleasure coursing through Chrissy's huge, muscular body. The big 
blonde grunted and pulsed down with her belly and chest, pushing on 
Landlady's busted legs, grinding the crushed verterbrae against each other, 
biting her bottom lip until she drew blood as she came, her brow furrowed 
and knotted in concentration as a thick plug of her steamy come erupted 
from her pussy and drenched her hard thighs. Chrissy reached between her 
own legs and scooped up a fingerful of the viscous liquid heat and sucked 
it clean. She looked down into the terrorized eyes of the landlady and went 
back for more. Smiling, Chrissy fingerfucked Landlady's open mouth with her 
come-streaked finger, plunging it in and out until the big blonde came 
again, eyes rolling in her head, this time biting her full upper lip, 
pulling it tight in an orgasmic sneer.
	When she stopped and finally let Landlady's legs flop back to the 
floor, the little mousey woman was barely alive. Dead from the snapped 
spine down, Landlady valiantly tried to pull herself across the floor 
toward the door. Chrissy watched, sitting back and grabbing Melvin's face, 
using it like a moaning dildo, fucking her cunt with it as she sat against 
the couch, legs spread wide, laughing and watching Landlady struggle 10 
feet across the rug. When she reached the door, she tried to pull herself 
up and grab the knob, but her paralyzed legs wouldn't allow it.
	"Oh, you trying to get away," Chrissy said with mock sadness. 
"Awww, stick around. I feel like playing....TWISTER!!"
	Chrissy walked over and slammed Landlady back first against the 
door. Standing over her head, Chrissy put her left shin behind the scrawny 
neck and then fitted her monstrous right calf across Landlady's forehead. 
Twisting her legs in opposite directions, she bent the head back across the 
fulcrum of her shin, jerking it, making the rest of Landlady's skinny body 
twitch and spasm against the sharp pain in her neck.
	"I LIKE this," Chrissy growled, flexing her giant calf across 
Landlady's forehead, the monstrous meat of it spreading so wide it covered 
her eyes - and the tortoise-shell glasses that somehow still stayed on the 
crying woman's face. "Here, lemme get those glasses!"
	Chrissy splayed the massive wad of calf meat across Landlady's 
glasses, pushing them inward, shattering them and driving the pieces into 
the screaming woman's eyeballs sending an ooze of blood and optical fluid 
in a gruesome sheet over the monster calf engineering the destruction. The 
glass also sliced small cuts into the paper-thin skin over Chrissy's giant 
leg, mixing her blood with Landlady's; Chrissy put her head back and had a 
monumental orgasm, sucking her entire upper lip over her upper front teeth 
and pinching it with her lower teeth, never touching her gushing pussy but 
instead roping up her thick inner thighs to press wetly inward on her 
insatiable cunt.
	"YESSSSSSSS!!!!!" she growled, pressing down harder, pounding 
Landlady's bloody eyes deep into their sockets, dislodging them, driven by 
the points of Chrissy's jagged calf.
	Chrissy was in the zone now: She wasn't in a weasly little 
accountant's apartment, she didn't have her 20-inch calves working on the 
head and neck of a woman whose legs she'd just broken, whose eyes she'd 
just blinded and whose pussy she'd just fucked with the accountant's weasly 
cock, she was gone, out there, eyes rolling into the back of her head 
looking at the other side where she had put so many others, where she was 
the only mortal who could visit and return, where Landlady was one calf 
snap away from an eternal visit.
	The come spewed from Chrissy's snatch, lathering down her 
tremendous inner thighs over the quaking muscle and down the calves that 
were punching Landlady's scrawny neck over the hard fulcrum of her left 
shin. She couldn't stop, she wasn't back from the zone yet; she popped it 
hard and the thick calf worked its deadly black magic, breaking vertebrae 
and cartilage, the horrific pressure forcing the larynx to tear through the 
stretched skin of the throat, a spray of blood bursting from the wound as 
Landlady's lifeless head snapped back further. The sound reminded the 
horrified Melvin of chicken parts being twisted off; he vomited.
	Chrissy came out of the zone now, slowly putting her head down, 
eyes heavy lidded and aimed directly at the shaking Melvin. She unhinged 
her legs; a string of blood and eye fluid hung in a gruesome string between 
her calf and the dead woman's face, snapping wetly back across Landlady's 
dead lips when Chrissy moved away. She slunk toward Melvin, rolling her 
right shoulder and moving her right leg in unison, then the left side, 
slowly, fluidly, a giant feminine predatory animal. She was stalking him.
	"God, nononononononoooooo," Melvin babbled, backing up, looking at 
the dead woman in the corner.
	Chrissy smiled and leaped at him feet first, the calves finding 
their target. She ended up on her side, calves struck tight on the sides of 
his neck, the rugged interior peaks slicing into the carotids, quickly 
taking Melvin to the edge of a place Chrissy couldn't wait to get back to.
	"Mmmm, feel that, Melvin, feel that giant calf muscle close you 
out..." she hissed.
	Chrissy took the death squeeze beyond a mere scissors. She locked 
her sneakers behind Melvin's head. Looking down at him wild-eyed and 
sweating, Chrissy rolled her huge legs in, the shinbones caressing the 
sides of his neck and forcing his carotid blood in, then rolled them up, 
driving the blood directly up into his brain and filling his facial and 
cranial circulatory system until it looked as if his entire head were a 
giant tick ready to pop.
	"Mmmm, yeah, doin' the steel roller scissors, baby, yeah," she 
sneered, slugging a thick trio of fingers into her sopping bush. "Just like 
your neck being stuck in one of the old laundry wringers!!"
	Chrissy adopted a rhythm now; roll down with the shins, roll up 
until the huge calf backs forced up an artery full of blood, feeding the 
face with red, fattening the tick. Melvin's head shone, his eyes were 
bloodshot, on ooze of red seeping from his nose and ears as all that 
scissor-forced blood sought escape.
	Chrissy's head was back, she was up on her hands, shrieking like an 
animal on the victorious end of a death match and nearly ready to feast on 
fresh meat. Her head was back, those piercing eyes looking down her nose, 
over the swell of her vein-struck tits, into Melvin's involuntarily closing 
eyes. As he got redder, she rolled the scissors harder. Blood vessels 
popped inside his eyeballs and he screamed. Chrissy lowered her head and 
looked down through half-closed eyes, lower teeth devouring upper lip. The 
eyelids fluttered. The calves rolled harder.
	"I'm taking your eyes, fucker," she growled low.
	And she did, rolling up the calves brutally hard until a circle of 
blood geysered from each eyeball, destroying them, blinding him. He started 
to pass out so Chrissy let go to let him slump to the floor, breathing life 
back into a body he preferred was otherwise.
	Chrissy grabbed a pillow from the couch and blotted his face off. 
Sitting up on the couch, she pulled his face into her marble thighs and 
closed them around his ears, locking her blood-streaked calves on his back. 
She picked up the remote and laughed through "Family Matters," slowly 
bearing down, minute by minute, through commercial breaks, through the 
inevitable collapse of Erkel's shelving attempt, through the credits. She 
flipped through the channels, threw the remote aside. She read a magazine, 
resting it atop his head...
	"I'm bored again, Melvin," she growled, throwing the magazine down. 
"That's not good for you."
	Chrissy tightened up, her eyes fluttering, her head back on the 
couch as she approached the zone again, her thighs thickening. Huge ribs of 
striated muscle rolled under tight skin as the steel cables of her deadly 
adductors knifed into Melvin's ears. The bulk of inner thigh meat sent a 
painful wave of compressed air against his ear drums, shattering them 
painfully. He screamed into her boiling cunt and she smiled, eyes closed. 
His fractured skull was grinding along the jagged fault lines of the break, 
bone on bone, the entire cranial covering pressing inward on a rapidly 
bruising brain.
	The orgasm screamed out of Chrissy as her giant thighs quivered in 
the effort of squeezing a man to death. Melvin made no sound; he couldn't, 
his entire head was absorbed in Chrissy's madly expanding thigh flesh. She 
clung to the back of the couch, her locked legs out straight in a crucifix 
position, groaning deeply, a growl rumbling in her giant chest and 
vibrating against the back of her clenched teeth. A sick grinding emanated 
from the juicy juncture of Chrissy's titanic thighs as Melvin's skull 
collapsed on itself, along with his jawbones, shattered bone splintering 
inside an exploding face that quickly filled with blood and broken teeth, 
clogging his nasal passages and throat.
	She was deep in the zone now, gone far over the edge, swimming in 
its orgasmic depths. She hunched up her lower legs, thickly bunching her 
giant thighs on him and then firing her feet out, renewing the thunder 
through her thighs and directly into a skull that was grossly mishapen now 
as Melvin's entire head was being reduced several sizes. As she pounded the 
death scissors on him, her huge wet clit fluttered off his nose, tickling 
her sexual core and flooding his face with a thick blanket of Chrissy come. 
Then the final lockout: Legs extended, thighs quivering from the effort of 
pouring several hundred pounds of pressure through them, calves entwined 
around each other, the crush on so severely his head compressed more and 
more until she finally scissored the flaccid remains of it out of the 
bottom of her gargantuan thighs with a gruesome plopping sound, like she 
was shitting him out. The orgasm that accompanied it was the biggest yet, 
as Chrissy now flopped down atop his mangled face and rode him for five 
solid minutes, 300 straight seconds of coming, a torrent of hot cunt cream 
that obliterated what was left of his features. By the time she fell to the 
side, twitching from the aftereffect of so powerful an orgasm, his entire 
head looked like a deflated Halloween mask - only more horrible looking.
	Chrissy rose and cleaned up in the bathroom, whistling merrily as 
she did. She recovered her clothes, dressed, and stole out the back door, 
down an alley and away from the scene of a crime that would later than 
night nauseate cops with 20 years on the homicide squad. When she read 
about it in the papers the next day at breakfast, her thighs closed tightly 
and she orgasmed at the table. Smiling.