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Well, good dear reader, Rough guestimation, I have over 5k pages to tinker around with. I've not shared my backlog because of want for perfection. Would you rather my words not perfect, or not have my work at all period? Backlog of 4 years. And if I don't push it out, I never will. I also run two businesses to keep me afloat. Unlike that one song, time, my friend, is not on my side. \nThank you again for being amazing! \nPLEASE like, rate, or whatever. Trying to build a community instead of being an invisible thumbprint on the far reaches of the vast internet. \nA final note. If you know anyone, or community, or website that might be of use to me... Never, ever, ever hesitate to contact me. This job is a HARD job, it is fulltime, but I love it so much. Help me continue living this dream of learning about unique kinks and desires. \nAnd if you have a complaint on my tense shifting or my comma splices. Take a number! I know my severe weaknesses. I know I am not the best writer, I also know that I am not the greatest, but I feel my gift is UNDERSTANDING a persons wants. That, alone, is my skill set, not writing. \nCHECK BIO FOR LINKS. Also, newsletter everyone. Sign it, please. \n\nAll play and no work make Marcus a happy, chubby boy. The dino had been spending much of his day drinking beer, playing soccer with his longtime bro, Chad, and had been playing games on his Xbox and Nintendo Switch. It was a fun and eventful day, the fratso working up quite a sweat when he played soccer with his buddy. Only now was he going to clean himself off, leaving Chad to continue playing Elden Ring as he meandered his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. \"Time to clean all this gunk off of my skin.\" He happily said to himself, closing the door behind him before reaching down to grasp at the bottom hem of his tank top.\n\nBringing it over his chest, his obese belly jostled out, as did his plentiful man-boobs. He was able to smell the stank on his top when he tossed it aside, then reaching down to pull his nylon shorts downward. Feeling the cool air against his massive, sweaty ass was a great relief, taking the socks off right alongside the shorts. Kicking them aside, he placed his hands upon his massive, bare belly to shimmy it up and down. Watching his bulbous tummy jiggle and jostle to his grip, the fratso giggled in glee before making his way to the shower. \"Man, I should take extra-long so Chad will have to wait for his turn.\"\n\nOnce inside of the shower, he reached over and turned the knob to get the water running. Streams of cold liquid met against his steamy, musty body, a sigh of relief transpiring the instant the water cooled his skin. \"Ahhhhhh, yeeaaaaah. This feels sooo gooood.\" He chimed, taking a bottle of body wash and placing it on a brush. When he applied enough, he moved the brush to his stomach to run circles against it. Feeling the soapy suds glaze his stomach with each stroke was heavenly, since he was getting rid of that potent stink that accumulated through the day. He nodded his head upward, his eyes closed as he worked his way from the center, out.\n\n\"Fuuuuuck yeeaaaah.\" He moaned, moving the brush over to his blubbery chesticles to rub at them next. He first did the left, applying a multitude of vertical strokes against. Then, he moved to the right to do some cyclical rubs. Striking the brush against his man-tit a couple of times, he watched it jiggle and shake with each hit. \"This is the good shit.\" He said, rubbing the brush across his chest several times over. After that, several quick scratches from under his chin were done to work between the fat folds over there. Later on, he scrubbed at his triple chin just to feel the wash cleaning off the food particles that got caught between his fat folds.\n\nUp next, he reached behind himself to rub the brush against his back. Even with how fat he was, this fratso was still able to reach his spine with the brush and get it nice and clean. \"Mmnnnnh.\" Humming delightfully, he gradually rubbed downward, reaching his heavy ass to scrub up the crease. Getting a thorough rubbing between his cheeks, he moved over to the left one for some circular rubs. He gave a couple of smacks against that cheek with the backside of the brush, making his plentiful ass-flesh jiggle with each blow. \"God, maybe I should start to lose some weight. Got enough trunk to suffocate someone with.\"\n\nAfter he scrubbed up his other cheek, he sighed gleefully. Now, to the front. Guiding the brush there, he had to grip his stomach with his right hand to lift up the bulging belly first. Once that was out of the way, he was able to scrub at his length and sack with his brush. Yep, he was one of those dinos who made sure to clean down under so that he did not taste like vinegar. Several vertical scrubs later, he reached down to grope and rub at himself for a brief moment. It was not enough to get himself erect, but it was enough to have him remove the remaining suds from his junk.\n\nHe put the brush away, now reaching up with his hands to work some shampoo on his hairless head. Putting lots of licorice-scented soap, he used his fingertips to work it into his scalp. His tongue was rubbing against the center of his lower lip, loving how the shampoo felt against his head. \"Sooooo fuuuuckinnnn goooood, man.\" A fat grin became apparent, the dino bringing himself underneath of the faucet to rinse the suds away from his cranium over a lengthy timespan. His fingers continued to work against his scalp to get a thorough cleaning.\n\nHis hands moved down from his head, over to his body. Running his palms against the outer sides of his stomach, he slowly worked his way to the middle in a way that made his super-sized belly jimmy. A strong slap to his belly was given here and there, nodding his head down to watch at the ripples that formed from his strikes. Squeezing at the middle of his stomach with both hands, he closed up his navel in a way that made him chuckle. His hands moved to make the navel look like it was speaking. \"Duuuude, you should have done this earlier in the day. I was fucking stinky.\"\n\nGradually, his hands climbed from his stomach to his chubby pecs. Squeezing them inward to press them against each other, slow, vertical shimmies were performed while licking his lips from right to left. He briefly pinched at his nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, tweaking them about. Letting goes of them afterward, he reached up with his right hand to scratch at his left armpit, rubbing the suds he applied over there from earlier. Switching over to the other armpit, he nibbled against the center of his lower lip while enjoying the sensation.\n\nJust about ready to exit the shower, something caught his eye right as he gripped the knob. A bubble appeared upon the showerhead. This was not from the soap he applied to his body: it was coming from the shower. Curiosity was visible on his face, perking his eyebrow at the growing bubble. It did not fall off of the showerhead, even with the stream of water gradually increasing its size without filling it up. \"Huh?\" His left hand released the knob, slowly reaching upward to prod the bubble with his index finger. The moment he did, it dislodged from its location and stuck to his finger.\n\nWatching the streams of water hitting the sides of the bubble, he guided the sphere up close to his face. It wiggled and wobbled due to being composed of water, but it did not break in spite of all the shower droplets that hit it. Inspecting it closely, he squinted his eyes to look at his chubby reflection. \"Dude... far out... that never happened before.\" Gripping the bubble with his other hand, he squeezed at it tightly until it burst within his grip. \"It'd be hella cool if the showerhead had a bubble-spray mode.\" He commented, opening his hand to let the water of the former bubble spill out of his palm.\n\nNodding his head back up, he saw even more bubbles emerging from the shower head. These fell out on their own, falling upon the blobby body of the fratso. Reaching up to grab the bubbles off his big chesticles, he chuckled while rubbing them against one another. They made a notable squeak sound, sort of like what happens when two pickles are rubbed together. \"Maaaan, this is sweeeet.\" Speeding up his rubs several times over, he eventually squeezed the two bubbles into one larger bubble. After that, he held the upsized bubble against his left hand to gaze at it with glimmering eyes. \"I gotta tell Chad this after I'm done.\" He then balled his other hand into a fist, slamming it firmly against his palm to smash that bubble.\n\nIt was only a matter of time before a steady outflow of bubbles appeared from the showerhead, causing the streams of water to stop. Because of this, the bubbles were able to float around without the water to push them down. The chubby dino was growing excited from this sight, chuckling happily while swatting at the bubbles with his hands. He strewn them against the wall and the window-door of the shower, but they did not burst like before. They instead stuck against the surface for a moment before rolling downward like giant water droplets. \"Brooooo, this is soooo sick.\"\n\nNo longer were there any streams of water emerging from the showerhead, large, water-surface bubbles coming out instead. The bubbles that landed upon his body, he groped with his hands to maneuver around. Two of them he guided to his chest, encircling his nipples using the bubbles several times over. \"This shit is even better than the brush. Man, this feels good.\" Guiding one of the bubbles from his nipple to his mouth, he opened his maw wide enough to clamp down against the sphere and easily pop it. With the other bubble, he gripped it tightly against his palm before slamming it into the wall, making it burst with a strong clack.\n\nThis was how things were done for a good while, slapping some of the bubbles away, munching on them to make them pop, crushing them within his hands, and slamming them against his chubby body to make them burst or bounce off. His giggling and chuckling continued nonstop, finding this to be so funny that he did not seem to notice that the volume of the bubbles grew bigger, and the quantity of them became greater with the passing of time. \"I could spend all night just playing with these, ahahahaha.\" He took a bubble with both hands, guiding it toward his dick. Having gotten erect throughout the time he spent rubbing those bubbles all over his chubby body, he wanted to feel one of them against his erection.\n\nKeeping a tight grip on the sides of the bubble, he pulled it against his length with a toothy grin on his giggling face. Pressing the bellend against the bubble, it did not burst immediately from the pressure he used. The surface bulged inward, conforming to his shape and taking in several inches of his length. It reached the other end of the bubble, making it stretch out as well. Almost managing to create a condom out of the bubble, he grunted and groaned in delight while keeping his grip strong. \"Ahhhh yeeeaaaah. Sooooo tiiight... mnff...\" Eventually, it popped against his length. \"Dude, this feels better than the cocksock I use.\"\n\nHe wanted more, and so he took two bubbles in his hands and brought them over to his phallus. Pressing them strongly against his sides, he rubbed them in unison, applying enough pressure to compress them against his member. They splayed out just enough to cover most of his length, gliding them from base to tip and back. Switching to an alternating stroke with each bubble, one going up while the other went down, his tongue stuck out with a pervy chuckle while enjoying the feeling of the bubbles against his member. \"Fuck yeah... fucking these bubbles in the ass... making a bubble pussy.\"\n\nSpeeding up the pace at which he bubble-jerked himself off, the fratso then moved the bubbles lower to work against his balls. Pushing them in against each other and lifting them up, he loved how the bubbles felt against his testicles. Breathing through gritted teeth, he kneaded his hairless scrotum several times over; sometimes pulling up enough to make the balls slip off and bounce back in place. He later on glid the bubbles from balls to the tip of his length, angling it upward when doing so. \"Fuuuuck... Soooo goooood...\"\n\nPoking the apex of his tongue while giving quick shimmies against the sides of his length, his moaning became more and more audible. His efforts ended up getting him to ejaculate, shooting a multitude of thick strands of spunk against nearby bubbles. Grunting happily while sticking his tongue out, he continued to work those bubbles against his length throughout the entirety of the outflow. \"Oohhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhh!\" When the high died down, he released his grip against the bubbles and panted for a while.\n\nThe bubbles continued to emerge, the fratso reaching up to swat some of them with a strong clap. He hit these bubbles as strongly as he could, and yet they slipped out of his hands instead of popping. One of them slipped out from his hands and struck his face firmly, making him snarl briefly. \"The fuck, man? Why won't these pop?\" Another bubble he clutched in his left hand, slamming it against the wall as strongly as he could. It, too, slipped out of his palm and hit the floor, which had now been filled with these bubbles. \"Brooo...\" Yet another bubble he gripped at to bring to his mouth, chomping down on it as hard as he could. It would not burst, even with how sharp his teeth were.\n\nHis mouth soon became sore after a good lot of gnawing, prompting him to ease up his grip and let the bubble float out. At this point, the water bubbles were festering all over the bathroom. A steady outflow from over the top of the shower enabling the spheres to cover the rest of the area. \"Okay, this shit does not look good anymore.\" Fear started kicking in, seeing the massive number of bubbles that emerged from the showerhead with now end in sight. He reached over to the knob with his right hand, trying to shut it off. Wait, it would not budge for whatever reason. He struggled further and further, a desperate look on his face when he brought his other hand to grip at it as well.\n\nHis efforts caused the knob to break off of the wall, making him reel backward against a bunch of bubbles that lined up against the southern end of the shower. They bounced him forward, making him fall forward and hit the bed of bubbles on the floor. None of them have burst. Turning to the left to look at the detached knob he held in his left hand, panic started to set into Marcus's mind. Releasing the knob to grasp at the bubbles, he tried to force himself back up to a stand. It was easier than trying to swim up a waterfall, the slippery surface of the bubbles making it hard for his hands and legs to get any real traction.\n\n\"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Ohhhh fuck.\" Said the fratso in a worried tone, only able to get halfway up before slipping on the bubbles again. His blubbery body rolled around in the floor several times over, his shiny ass jiggling while his bulbous belly shimmied here and there. After a lot of panicked struggling, he started to grow tired. Facing belly up, he panted while seeing that the outflow of bubbles had increased since he pulled the knob out. At this rate, he would have a few minutes before the whole bathroom was filled up. Now, if only he could reach up and slide the sliding door open, he might be able to make a break for the door.\n\nHe slowly curled his back up, doing it in a way that did not upset the bubbles he was settled upon. When upright, he attempted to reach up with his right hand to grab at the handle. And yet there were so many bubbles against the handle that he could not get a good grip. \"Fuck... this is bad... CHAD!\" If he could not get out of here on his own, then he may as well call out for help. His hands were cupping his lips, shouting his fat ass off in a desperate attempt to get Chad to come over here. \"CHAD! HEEEEELP! GAAAARYYYY! I AM STUCK HERE!\"\n\nSadly, Chad was downstairs in the den. With a headset on to listen to the chatter of several other players, he was feverishly gaming away. With all of the explosions, death cries, and gunshots that were being blasted into his eardrums, there was no way that Marcus's voice could reach him. \"YES! GOT THE STREAK! I AM THE BOSS, BRO! I AM THE FUCKING BOOOMB!\" Shouted Chad, grinning smugly while leaning himself forward to focus more on the screen. He was wholly oblivious to the fact that in a bathroom upstairs, his longtime frat bro was begging to be released from the prison he had unintentionally created for himself.\n\nBack over there, the fratso was now suspended from the floor due to how many bubbles had accumulated in the shower. He could no longer feel the hard surface of the glass or the walls. All he could feel was the squishy, smooth surface of the bubbles all over his chubby body. So many bubbles pressed up against his penis that it became erect again, several bubbles rubbing up against his testicles. It was becoming hard to breathe with so many bubbles in the way, shaking his head here and there to try and make some space between these indestructible spheres. \"G-Chad... come on, bro... I need you...\"\n\nTears were falling down his face when it became obvious that his bro was not going to save him. He was stuck here, his only company being the thousands of bubbles that filled the room and turned this shower into a torture chamber. He struggled to move his arms and legs about, only able to go a few inches in any direction before the resistance provided by the bubbles was too much. He closed his eyes, nodding his head upward while remembering how innocuous and fun things were at the beginning. He should have turned the water off the moment that first bubble appeared, and yet his curiosity got the better of him.\n\nJust when it looked like it was game over for this dumb-fatass, a miracle happens. The glass of the shower broke due to the cumulative pressure the bubbles gave, enabling the fratso to fall out onto the bathroom floor. Opening his eyes with a sharp gasp, he was able to take in air now that there was more space between the bubbles. \"Thank fuck... oh man...\" He did not stay down there for long, pushing himself up to a stand to rush over to the closed door. \"I gotta get outta here!\"\n\nThe quantity of bubbles that filled up the room made it so that he was constantly rubbing against them en route to the door. He had to reach over with his hands, grasping at bundles of bubbles to move them aside; grip on them to heave himself further forward. \"I hope this doesn't fill the whole house... I gotta shut off the main valve.\" Gripping at the knob with both hands, he pulled against the door sharply to try and get it to open. Sadly, there were so many bubbles in the bathroom that he was only able to pull it few inches open. This was not enough to wedge himself, nor the bubbles, out.\n\n\"No, no, no... Fuck!\"\n\nHe was so close to escaping. So close to getting out of this room and into the safety of the house. And yet, tauntingly, the bubbles forbade him from pulling the door all the way. Tightening his grip on the knob, he pulled even harder. Gritting his teeth while grunting aloud, the fratso gave the same amount of strength he would, wrestling Chad. The door refused to budge any further, the gradual increase of bubbles actually making the door creep back to a close. \"No, No, No! CHAD!\" Taking these last moments to shout through the small opening he made, he yelled louder than he ever had before to call upon his bro. \"CHAD! COME ON! I NEED TO GET OUTTA HERE! GAAAARYYYYY!\"\n\nIt was useless, the bro still too distracted by the sounds of his match to hear out the frantic screams of Marcus. The door was fully shut, a look of despair hitting the dino's face. Marcus raised his hands up, trying to pound at the door to break it down. There were too many bubbles in the way, his knuckles hitting on them instead of the hard surface of the door. He continually punched and pushed, groped and slapped, but all he ever hit was bubbles. Those damn bubbles, which were too durable to break from his strikes anymore. \"DAMN IT! HEEEEEEELP!\"\n\nThe bubbles all around him, rather than breaking from the pressure, were melding together. They started off from grape sized to baseball sized, fusing together to gradually increase in their volume. Catching sight of this, Marcus struggled to turn himself around and see the bubbles combining. Maybe at this size, they were easier to pop. And so, he desperately pushed against the upsized bubbles to try and get them to burst. He bit down on one that was just to the left of him, gnashing his teeth violently against its surface. But it was no use: even at this large size, the bubbles remained unbreakable. \"Well, fuck... What did I do to deserve this?\"\n\nAt this point, the bubbles were now the size of beachballs, so big that he could see his own reflection off the ones nearest to him. He gripped one of the bubbles with both his hands, pulling it apart as hard as he could. It did not work, so he gnashed against its surface as well. Pulling up with his head while spreading out with his arms, he gave a serious amount of effort to make the bubble burst. But all that this did was tired him out, releasing his grip on the bubble to pant exhaustingly. They were starting to creep against his sides again, these massive spheres pressing against his gluttonous ass and bulbous stomach to compress against his fat folds.\n\nWas he about to get crushed to death by bubbles? That is a very odd and fucked up way to go. Fear was clear in his eyes while tightening his hands into fists, seeing the bubbles continue to merge together into ever larger sizes. \"Ohhhhh mannnnn.... Not like this... not like this...\" His hopes to evade a nasty death by crushing were answered, the bubbles becoming so large in size that the one in front of him took him in. The pressure against his body was so great that he was shunted inside, falling face first into the bottom of the bubble.\n\nBeing able to gasp for air, he looked around while on all fours from inside of his new prison. His body was covered in sweat, having exercised more than he ever had in his lazy life as a frat dino. His mouth, his arms, his legs. They were all sore from his aggressive attempts to burst the bubbles and make his escape. Slowly, he rose up to a stand to get a better look at his surroundings. There was plenty of room to wiggle in, and there did not seem to be any shortage of air. Perhaps from within, it would be easier to pop the bubbles. \"This shit is soooo trippy.\"\n\nBacking himself up to one end of the bubble, he lunged himself forward with great strength to try and tear through it. What a big mistake: the tension of the bubble, as well as those that surrounded it, pushed this fratso back as if he was a bouncy ball. Collapsing against the back of the bubble, he grunted angrily at how stubborn this bubble was. He rolled to his right facing the side he was laying against to grasp against its surface. Pulling them apart with as much strength as he could gather, he opened his mouth wide to chomp down on it.\n\nOh no: it was even harder than with the other bubbles to break through. Becoming frantic in his demeanor, he released his grip against the surface in favor of punching it instead. Rapidly, his fists banged on the squishy surface of the bubble. Screaming angrily, he was beating up the bubble's interior harder than he did, Chad that one night when they were fighting over the last beer. His massive belly rippled with how fast he punched, his man boobs shimmying with great vigor.\n\nPanting feverishly, his punches slowed down to a halt. Placing his hands against the edge, he pressed his forehead against that indestructible surface while looking down. \"Fuck... this bubble... is hella tough...\" And things were about to get tougher, he heard a strange sound from behind him, prompting the fatigued fratso to turn around and see what was going on back into the shower. The showerhead had gone back to shooting water, and it was filling up the bubbles one by one. He first quietly observed the phenomenon, and then when he saw each bubble getting filled up to the top, it dawned to him that his would as well.\n\n\"FUCK NO!\" He shouted, punching the stretchy surface of his bubble with newfound vigor. \"NOT GONNA DROWN, NOT GONNA DROWN!\" The next few minutes, he clawed at the bubble, punched at it, groped at it, and heaved his body up against it. All of it was futile, the bubbles around him having now filled up fully with water. Now, it was his turn. Seeing the water start to accumulate in the bottom of the bubble, the dino's eyes dilated in terror. \"OH SHIT!\" He started to frantically drop-kick the indestructible surface, only to bounce back and fall into the ever-growing pool of water in the bottom of the bubble.\n\nAs he punched and kicked, gnashed and gnawed, the water gradually went higher and higher. Once it got to his thighs, it was hard for him to even get traction anymore. He could not heave himself forward without flipping forward, falling into the water with a notable splash. Whenever his head was under the water, he desperately brought himself back up to try again. \"DUDE, it's getting HIGHER. Oh fuck.\" And now, his feet were suspended from the bubble with the water level to his blobby stomach. He could no longer hit the surface with all his weight.\n\nWading in the waters in exhaustion, his head turned here and there to see the water go further up. Fear was affecting him hard, his teeth grit while failing to see any way out of this. All of the bubbles around him were full of water, and his was soon to follow. \"CHAD! GAAAAARYYYY!\" He shouted desperately for his friend, wading over to the side facing the door prior to groping at its edge with his hands. He tried desperately to pull apart the bubble, bucking his head backward to send it slamming down against the bubble's surface.\n\nHeadbutt after headbutt, the fratso attempted to break through the bubble with his thick and chubby head. It was useless, his head bouncing backward with every hit. \"CHAD! GAAAAARYYYY!\" The dino continued to shout, the water now nearing his neck. To try and delay the inevitable, he waded upward so that his head was near the top of the bubble. As good as it felt to have his body submerged in the water after working his fat ass off, the likelihood of drowning filled him with great worry. \"CHAD, DAMN IT! COME OVER HERE! COME ON!\"\n\nNo point in shouting to the top of his lungs right now, because he was running out of open air. Nodding his head upward, he sharply breathed in through his mouth. This was really happening; he was now fully underwater. When the water filled up the bubble, he reopened his eyes to see blue all over him. His arms moved around and about, keeping himself suspended in the bubble. Desperation had overtaken him when he swam around the bubble, which only dwindled the amount of time he had left. He swam on over to the front of the bubble, clawing at it haphazardly. It was even harder than before to get the bubble to bend.\n\nAgainst his better judgement, he still tried to call for his friend in the water. \"GAAAAAWWWWRYYYYY. GAAAAAAWWWWRYYYYY! HEEEERRRRRP\" A stream of bubbles emerged from his mouth, his hands hammering against the surface of the bubble when he should be conserving his energy right now. \"DAWWWWWM EEEET. COOOMEEE ORRRRNN!\" He was so aggressive in his thrashing and gnashing underwater that he fully exhausted himself in under a minute. Even if Chad were to come, there was no way to get his bro out of this nasty situation.\n\nSuddenly feeling a shortness of breath caused through his desperate struggles, the fratso brought his hands up to grasp at the little air bubbles he had been letting out. He tried to guide the bubbles back into his mouth to get some more air, and yet this gave no benefit. His heart was beating aggressively, his body filled with adrenaline. His shaking, terror filled eyes moved here and there, trying to find a way out of his dire situation. There was none: he only had time to pray and mentally voice his regrets. In one last attempt to break out, he swam backward to one end of the bubble; vaulting himself off to the other end to try and pierce it with his head.\n\nSuch a pitiable attempt, his blobby body unable to move far under water. He only softly touched against the other end of the bubble, then rebounding to its center. Right then and there, the dino was forced to intake water into his lungs. At that instant, his body went into shock from his windpipe getting loaded up with water. Everything went dark, his body turning limp and motionless. He floated inside the bubble, his last thought being strong regret for having not turned the water off when he had the chance.\n\n---\n\nIt had been way too long since Marcus had said he was going to shower, eight team deathmatches having been done without him. \"What the fuck is taking him so long?\" Asked Chad, making his way up the stairs. \"Is he jacking off in the shower again?\" Oblivious to the frantic cries and hollers his bro had been hollering for a good while, Chad had not a clue what he was getting himself into. \"Marcus, you doing okay in there?\" He asked while getting close to the bathroom door. There was no answer, only the weird sound of something creaking and bending.\n\nHe could not hear the sound of the shower, making Chad wonder what the hell his buddy could be doing inside. The fratso pressed his head up against the door. No sounds of Marcus could be picked up, just more weird creaking sounds. \"Dude... the fuck is going on in there?\" Said the confused dino, gripping the knob to try and open it. It would not budge, and since there were no locks on this door, that made things very weird. He budged harder and harder, pushing his right hand against the door's surface at first. It would not even budge an inch, but how? There was nothing that could be used in the bathroom that could block the door from being pulled open... save for a fratso.\n\n\"MARCUS! OPEN UP! COME ON MAN!\" Shouted Chad, starting to shove his whole body against the door with as much strength as he could. His worry turned into anger, his right fist pounding aggressively against the door. \"BRO, THIS AIN'T FUNNY. LET ME THE FUCK IN!\" Still no response. That's it. Time to barge the door down. Backing up several paces, he clutched his hands into fists and did a low squat as if he was in a game of football. He rushed forward, turning his blobby body to the right to use his shoulder as a battering ram. \"HERE I COME!\"\n\nThe moment his body made contact with the door, it disintegrated into thousands of tiny pieces. A massive outflow of water-filled bubbles occurred, the bedroom filling up with them in a matter of seconds. Chad was not even able to shout before he was sent to the wall, smothered by those massive bubbles that were still emerging from the showerhead. His arms and legs were splayed out, his head turned to the right as he felt the crushing pressure of the bubbles pressing against his chubby body. He tried desperately to move, but he was only able to gain a few inches before being unable to go any further. \"What... the... fuck?\"\n\nAmong the bubbles, the one containing Marcus was visible. Being inside one of these made it impossible to be heard. Chad beheld a terrible sight; his friend having drowned in one of the bubbles. His chubby body floated around without any signs of life, his mouth stupidly agape and his length erect from Angel Lust. No, this could not be. Despite the pressure exerted on his body, the sight of his dead friend was enough to make Chad focus with great terror at his former bro. \"Dude... no...\"\n\nFortunately, or unfortunately, Chad was spared from a painful death by crushing. Instead, he entered the watered-up bubble that was smooshing up against him. Now, it was his turn to drown as well, the fratso's heart was beating aggressively when realizing the situation. He swam to the other end of the bubble, gazing over to the body of his former friend. From the looks of it, Marcus had been dead for a while now. \"Hrrroooow?\" Said the fratso, wasting precious bubbles speaking it aloud.\n\nNow, it was his turn to struggle for his life, swimming here and there to try and find an easy way out. Time was of the essence, the bubbles filling up every room of every floor of the house. Throughout the wild trip, Chad hoped and prayed that his bubble would hit something sharp and pointy and thus break open. This never happened, the bubble proving too stubborn and sturdy to be pierced by sharpest of corners and edges. Over time, the gargantuan bubbles were straining against the walls and ceilings of the house, turning it into one massive deathtrap for anyone who would make the big mistake of coming inside. \n\nTheir blobby bodies bumbled and shimmied throughout the forced travels, Chad rolling over and over again. It was so dizzying that Chad was losing air, fast. Vertigo was setting in, unable to differentiate up from down, left to right. When the chaotic tumults eased up to a halt, the fratso bounced off the ends of the bubble several more times before stilling himself. His vision was blurry, having just upchucked into his bubble from how aggressively he was spun around. \"Furrch... furch... ooooowww...\" Went the entrapped dino, only able to get his bearings straight sometime later.\n\nNot only did he realize that he was now in the kitchen with his limp, drowned bro, but he himself was running out of breath. Desperately, Chad swam over to the southern side of the bubble to aggressively punch at it. His teeth were grit as he used every iota of his strength to fist at the stretchy surface, but the water resistance and the surface tension made it as easy as trying to lift and toss Marcus across a field. Gradually, his punches grew weaker as fatigue began to set in. The last of his bubbles left his mouth, his vision starting to darken.\n\nIn the last moment of that fratso's conscience, Chad thought to himself Marcus, I am gonna kick your ass in Hell for whatever the fuck you did to lead us into this mess. 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All play and no work make Marcus a happy, chubby boy. The dino had been spending much of his day drinking beer, playing soccer with his longtime bro, Chad, and had been playing games on his Xbox and Nintendo Switch. It was a fun and eventful day, the fratso working up quite a sweat when he played soccer with his buddy. Only now was he going to clean himself off, leaving Chad to continue playing Elden Ring as he meandered his way up the stairs and into the bathroom. "Time to clean all this gunk off of my skin." He happily said to himself, closing the door behind him before reaching down to grasp at the bottom hem of his tank top.

Bringing it over his chest, his obese belly jostled out, as did his plentiful man-boobs. He was able to smell the stank on his top when he tossed it aside, then reaching down to pull his nylon shorts downward. Feeling the cool air against his massive, sweaty ass was a great relief, taking the socks off right alongside the shorts. Kicking them aside, he placed his hands upon his massive, bare belly to shimmy it up and down. Watching his bulbous tummy jiggle and jostle to his grip, the fratso giggled in glee before making his way to the shower. "Man, I should take extra-long so Chad will have to wait for his turn."

Once inside of the shower, he reached over and turned the knob to get the water running. Streams of cold liquid met against his steamy, musty body, a sigh of relief transpiring the instant the water cooled his skin. "Ahhhhhh, yeeaaaaah. This feels sooo gooood." He chimed, taking a bottle of body wash and placing it on a brush. When he applied enough, he moved the brush to his stomach to run circles against it. Feeling the soapy suds glaze his stomach with each stroke was heavenly, since he was getting rid of that potent stink that accumulated through the day. He nodded his head upward, his eyes closed as he worked his way from the center, out.

"Fuuuuuck yeeaaaah." He moaned, moving the brush over to his blubbery chesticles to rub at them next. He first did the left, applying a multitude of vertical strokes against. Then, he moved to the right to do some cyclical rubs. Striking the brush against his man-tit a couple of times, he watched it jiggle and shake with each hit. "This is the good shit." He said, rubbing the brush across his chest several times over. After that, several quick scratches from under his chin were done to work between the fat folds over there. Later on, he scrubbed at his triple chin just to feel the wash cleaning off the food particles that got caught between his fat folds.

Up next, he reached behind himself to rub the brush against his back. Even with how fat he was, this fratso was still able to reach his spine with the brush and get it nice and clean. "Mmnnnnh." Humming delightfully, he gradually rubbed downward, reaching his heavy ass to scrub up the crease. Getting a thorough rubbing between his cheeks, he moved over to the left one for some circular rubs. He gave a couple of smacks against that cheek with the backside of the brush, making his plentiful ass-flesh jiggle with each blow. "God, maybe I should start to lose some weight. Got enough trunk to suffocate someone with."

After he scrubbed up his other cheek, he sighed gleefully. Now, to the front. Guiding the brush there, he had to grip his stomach with his right hand to lift up the bulging belly first. Once that was out of the way, he was able to scrub at his length and sack with his brush. Yep, he was one of those dinos who made sure to clean down under so that he did not taste like vinegar. Several vertical scrubs later, he reached down to grope and rub at himself for a brief moment. It was not enough to get himself erect, but it was enough to have him remove the remaining suds from his junk.

He put the brush away, now reaching up with his hands to work some shampoo on his hairless head. Putting lots of licorice-scented soap, he used his fingertips to work it into his scalp. His tongue was rubbing against the center of his lower lip, loving how the shampoo felt against his head. "Sooooo fuuuuckinnnn goooood, man." A fat grin became apparent, the dino bringing himself underneath of the faucet to rinse the suds away from his cranium over a lengthy timespan. His fingers continued to work against his scalp to get a thorough cleaning.

His hands moved down from his head, over to his body. Running his palms against the outer sides of his stomach, he slowly worked his way to the middle in a way that made his super-sized belly jimmy. A strong slap to his belly was given here and there, nodding his head down to watch at the ripples that formed from his strikes. Squeezing at the middle of his stomach with both hands, he closed up his navel in a way that made him chuckle. His hands moved to make the navel look like it was speaking. "Duuuude, you should have done this earlier in the day. I was fucking stinky."

Gradually, his hands climbed from his stomach to his chubby pecs. Squeezing them inward to press them against each other, slow, vertical shimmies were performed while licking his lips from right to left. He briefly pinched at his nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, tweaking them about. Letting goes of them afterward, he reached up with his right hand to scratch at his left armpit, rubbing the suds he applied over there from earlier. Switching over to the other armpit, he nibbled against the center of his lower lip while enjoying the sensation.

Just about ready to exit the shower, something caught his eye right as he gripped the knob. A bubble appeared upon the showerhead. This was not from the soap he applied to his body: it was coming from the shower. Curiosity was visible on his face, perking his eyebrow at the growing bubble. It did not fall off of the showerhead, even with the stream of water gradually increasing its size without filling it up. "Huh?" His left hand released the knob, slowly reaching upward to prod the bubble with his index finger. The moment he did, it dislodged from its location and stuck to his finger.

Watching the streams of water hitting the sides of the bubble, he guided the sphere up close to his face. It wiggled and wobbled due to being composed of water, but it did not break in spite of all the shower droplets that hit it. Inspecting it closely, he squinted his eyes to look at his chubby reflection. "Dude... far out... that never happened before." Gripping the bubble with his other hand, he squeezed at it tightly until it burst within his grip. "It'd be hella cool if the showerhead had a bubble-spray mode." He commented, opening his hand to let the water of the former bubble spill out of his palm.

Nodding his head back up, he saw even more bubbles emerging from the shower head. These fell out on their own, falling upon the blobby body of the fratso. Reaching up to grab the bubbles off his big chesticles, he chuckled while rubbing them against one another. They made a notable squeak sound, sort of like what happens when two pickles are rubbed together. "Maaaan, this is sweeeet." Speeding up his rubs several times over, he eventually squeezed the two bubbles into one larger bubble. After that, he held the upsized bubble against his left hand to gaze at it with glimmering eyes. "I gotta tell Chad this after I'm done." He then balled his other hand into a fist, slamming it firmly against his palm to smash that bubble.

It was only a matter of time before a steady outflow of bubbles appeared from the showerhead, causing the streams of water to stop. Because of this, the bubbles were able to float around without the water to push them down. The chubby dino was growing excited from this sight, chuckling happily while swatting at the bubbles with his hands. He strewn them against the wall and the window-door of the shower, but they did not burst like before. They instead stuck against the surface for a moment before rolling downward like giant water droplets. "Brooooo, this is soooo sick."

No longer were there any streams of water emerging from the showerhead, large, water-surface bubbles coming out instead. The bubbles that landed upon his body, he groped with his hands to maneuver around. Two of them he guided to his chest, encircling his nipples using the bubbles several times over. "This shit is even better than the brush. Man, this feels good." Guiding one of the bubbles from his nipple to his mouth, he opened his maw wide enough to clamp down against the sphere and easily pop it. With the other bubble, he gripped it tightly against his palm before slamming it into the wall, making it burst with a strong clack.

This was how things were done for a good while, slapping some of the bubbles away, munching on them to make them pop, crushing them within his hands, and slamming them against his chubby body to make them burst or bounce off. His giggling and chuckling continued nonstop, finding this to be so funny that he did not seem to notice that the volume of the bubbles grew bigger, and the quantity of them became greater with the passing of time. "I could spend all night just playing with these, ahahahaha." He took a bubble with both hands, guiding it toward his dick. Having gotten erect throughout the time he spent rubbing those bubbles all over his chubby body, he wanted to feel one of them against his erection.

Keeping a tight grip on the sides of the bubble, he pulled it against his length with a toothy grin on his giggling face. Pressing the bellend against the bubble, it did not burst immediately from the pressure he used. The surface bulged inward, conforming to his shape and taking in several inches of his length. It reached the other end of the bubble, making it stretch out as well. Almost managing to create a condom out of the bubble, he grunted and groaned in delight while keeping his grip strong. "Ahhhh yeeeaaaah. Sooooo tiiight... mnff..." Eventually, it popped against his length. "Dude, this feels better than the cocksock I use."

He wanted more, and so he took two bubbles in his hands and brought them over to his phallus. Pressing them strongly against his sides, he rubbed them in unison, applying enough pressure to compress them against his member. They splayed out just enough to cover most of his length, gliding them from base to tip and back. Switching to an alternating stroke with each bubble, one going up while the other went down, his tongue stuck out with a pervy chuckle while enjoying the feeling of the bubbles against his member. "Fuck yeah... fucking these bubbles in the ass... making a bubble pussy."

Speeding up the pace at which he bubble-jerked himself off, the fratso then moved the bubbles lower to work against his balls. Pushing them in against each other and lifting them up, he loved how the bubbles felt against his testicles. Breathing through gritted teeth, he kneaded his hairless scrotum several times over; sometimes pulling up enough to make the balls slip off and bounce back in place. He later on glid the bubbles from balls to the tip of his length, angling it upward when doing so. "Fuuuuck... Soooo goooood..."

Poking the apex of his tongue while giving quick shimmies against the sides of his length, his moaning became more and more audible. His efforts ended up getting him to ejaculate, shooting a multitude of thick strands of spunk against nearby bubbles. Grunting happily while sticking his tongue out, he continued to work those bubbles against his length throughout the entirety of the outflow. "Oohhhhh, Ohhhhh, Ohhhh!" When the high died down, he released his grip against the bubbles and panted for a while.

The bubbles continued to emerge, the fratso reaching up to swat some of them with a strong clap. He hit these bubbles as strongly as he could, and yet they slipped out of his hands instead of popping. One of them slipped out from his hands and struck his face firmly, making him snarl briefly. "The fuck, man? Why won't these pop?" Another bubble he clutched in his left hand, slamming it against the wall as strongly as he could. It, too, slipped out of his palm and hit the floor, which had now been filled with these bubbles. "Brooo..." Yet another bubble he gripped at to bring to his mouth, chomping down on it as hard as he could. It would not burst, even with how sharp his teeth were.

His mouth soon became sore after a good lot of gnawing, prompting him to ease up his grip and let the bubble float out. At this point, the water bubbles were festering all over the bathroom. A steady outflow from over the top of the shower enabling the spheres to cover the rest of the area. "Okay, this shit does not look good anymore." Fear started kicking in, seeing the massive number of bubbles that emerged from the showerhead with now end in sight. He reached over to the knob with his right hand, trying to shut it off. Wait, it would not budge for whatever reason. He struggled further and further, a desperate look on his face when he brought his other hand to grip at it as well.

His efforts caused the knob to break off of the wall, making him reel backward against a bunch of bubbles that lined up against the southern end of the shower. They bounced him forward, making him fall forward and hit the bed of bubbles on the floor. None of them have burst. Turning to the left to look at the detached knob he held in his left hand, panic started to set into Marcus's mind. Releasing the knob to grasp at the bubbles, he tried to force himself back up to a stand. It was easier than trying to swim up a waterfall, the slippery surface of the bubbles making it hard for his hands and legs to get any real traction.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Ohhhh fuck." Said the fratso in a worried tone, only able to get halfway up before slipping on the bubbles again. His blubbery body rolled around in the floor several times over, his shiny ass jiggling while his bulbous belly shimmied here and there. After a lot of panicked struggling, he started to grow tired. Facing belly up, he panted while seeing that the outflow of bubbles had increased since he pulled the knob out. At this rate, he would have a few minutes before the whole bathroom was filled up. Now, if only he could reach up and slide the sliding door open, he might be able to make a break for the door.

He slowly curled his back up, doing it in a way that did not upset the bubbles he was settled upon. When upright, he attempted to reach up with his right hand to grab at the handle. And yet there were so many bubbles against the handle that he could not get a good grip. "Fuck... this is bad... CHAD!" If he could not get out of here on his own, then he may as well call out for help. His hands were cupping his lips, shouting his fat ass off in a desperate attempt to get Chad to come over here. "CHAD! HEEEEELP! GAAAARYYYY! I AM STUCK HERE!"

Sadly, Chad was downstairs in the den. With a headset on to listen to the chatter of several other players, he was feverishly gaming away. With all of the explosions, death cries, and gunshots that were being blasted into his eardrums, there was no way that Marcus's voice could reach him. "YES! GOT THE STREAK! I AM THE BOSS, BRO! I AM THE FUCKING BOOOMB!" Shouted Chad, grinning smugly while leaning himself forward to focus more on the screen. He was wholly oblivious to the fact that in a bathroom upstairs, his longtime frat bro was begging to be released from the prison he had unintentionally created for himself.

Back over there, the fratso was now suspended from the floor due to how many bubbles had accumulated in the shower. He could no longer feel the hard surface of the glass or the walls. All he could feel was the squishy, smooth surface of the bubbles all over his chubby body. So many bubbles pressed up against his penis that it became erect again, several bubbles rubbing up against his testicles. It was becoming hard to breathe with so many bubbles in the way, shaking his head here and there to try and make some space between these indestructible spheres. "G-Chad... come on, bro... I need you..."

Tears were falling down his face when it became obvious that his bro was not going to save him. He was stuck here, his only company being the thousands of bubbles that filled the room and turned this shower into a torture chamber. He struggled to move his arms and legs about, only able to go a few inches in any direction before the resistance provided by the bubbles was too much. He closed his eyes, nodding his head upward while remembering how innocuous and fun things were at the beginning. He should have turned the water off the moment that first bubble appeared, and yet his curiosity got the better of him.

Just when it looked like it was game over for this dumb-fatass, a miracle happens. The glass of the shower broke due to the cumulative pressure the bubbles gave, enabling the fratso to fall out onto the bathroom floor. Opening his eyes with a sharp gasp, he was able to take in air now that there was more space between the bubbles. "Thank fuck... oh man..." He did not stay down there for long, pushing himself up to a stand to rush over to the closed door. "I gotta get outta here!"

The quantity of bubbles that filled up the room made it so that he was constantly rubbing against them en route to the door. He had to reach over with his hands, grasping at bundles of bubbles to move them aside; grip on them to heave himself further forward. "I hope this doesn't fill the whole house... I gotta shut off the main valve." Gripping at the knob with both hands, he pulled against the door sharply to try and get it to open. Sadly, there were so many bubbles in the bathroom that he was only able to pull it few inches open. This was not enough to wedge himself, nor the bubbles, out.

"No, no, no... Fuck!"

He was so close to escaping. So close to getting out of this room and into the safety of the house. And yet, tauntingly, the bubbles forbade him from pulling the door all the way. Tightening his grip on the knob, he pulled even harder. Gritting his teeth while grunting aloud, the fratso gave the same amount of strength he would, wrestling Chad. The door refused to budge any further, the gradual increase of bubbles actually making the door creep back to a close. "No, No, No! CHAD!" Taking these last moments to shout through the small opening he made, he yelled louder than he ever had before to call upon his bro. "CHAD! COME ON! I NEED TO GET OUTTA HERE! GAAAARYYYYY!"

It was useless, the bro still too distracted by the sounds of his match to hear out the frantic screams of Marcus. The door was fully shut, a look of despair hitting the dino's face. Marcus raised his hands up, trying to pound at the door to break it down. There were too many bubbles in the way, his knuckles hitting on them instead of the hard surface of the door. He continually punched and pushed, groped and slapped, but all he ever hit was bubbles. Those damn bubbles, which were too durable to break from his strikes anymore. "DAMN IT! HEEEEEEELP!"

The bubbles all around him, rather than breaking from the pressure, were melding together. They started off from grape sized to baseball sized, fusing together to gradually increase in their volume. Catching sight of this, Marcus struggled to turn himself around and see the bubbles combining. Maybe at this size, they were easier to pop. And so, he desperately pushed against the upsized bubbles to try and get them to burst. He bit down on one that was just to the left of him, gnashing his teeth violently against its surface. But it was no use: even at this large size, the bubbles remained unbreakable. "Well, fuck... What did I do to deserve this?"

At this point, the bubbles were now the size of beachballs, so big that he could see his own reflection off the ones nearest to him. He gripped one of the bubbles with both his hands, pulling it apart as hard as he could. It did not work, so he gnashed against its surface as well. Pulling up with his head while spreading out with his arms, he gave a serious amount of effort to make the bubble burst. But all that this did was tired him out, releasing his grip on the bubble to pant exhaustingly. They were starting to creep against his sides again, these massive spheres pressing against his gluttonous ass and bulbous stomach to compress against his fat folds.

Was he about to get crushed to death by bubbles? That is a very odd and fucked up way to go. Fear was clear in his eyes while tightening his hands into fists, seeing the bubbles continue to merge together into ever larger sizes. "Ohhhhh mannnnn.... Not like this... not like this..." His hopes to evade a nasty death by crushing were answered, the bubbles becoming so large in size that the one in front of him took him in. The pressure against his body was so great that he was shunted inside, falling face first into the bottom of the bubble.

Being able to gasp for air, he looked around while on all fours from inside of his new prison. His body was covered in sweat, having exercised more than he ever had in his lazy life as a frat dino. His mouth, his arms, his legs. They were all sore from his aggressive attempts to burst the bubbles and make his escape. Slowly, he rose up to a stand to get a better look at his surroundings. There was plenty of room to wiggle in, and there did not seem to be any shortage of air. Perhaps from within, it would be easier to pop the bubbles. "This shit is soooo trippy."

Backing himself up to one end of the bubble, he lunged himself forward with great strength to try and tear through it. What a big mistake: the tension of the bubble, as well as those that surrounded it, pushed this fratso back as if he was a bouncy ball. Collapsing against the back of the bubble, he grunted angrily at how stubborn this bubble was. He rolled to his right facing the side he was laying against to grasp against its surface. Pulling them apart with as much strength as he could gather, he opened his mouth wide to chomp down on it.

Oh no: it was even harder than with the other bubbles to break through. Becoming frantic in his demeanor, he released his grip against the surface in favor of punching it instead. Rapidly, his fists banged on the squishy surface of the bubble. Screaming angrily, he was beating up the bubble's interior harder than he did, Chad that one night when they were fighting over the last beer. His massive belly rippled with how fast he punched, his man boobs shimmying with great vigor.

Panting feverishly, his punches slowed down to a halt. Placing his hands against the edge, he pressed his forehead against that indestructible surface while looking down. "Fuck... this bubble... is hella tough..." And things were about to get tougher, he heard a strange sound from behind him, prompting the fatigued fratso to turn around and see what was going on back into the shower. The showerhead had gone back to shooting water, and it was filling up the bubbles one by one. He first quietly observed the phenomenon, and then when he saw each bubble getting filled up to the top, it dawned to him that his would as well.

"FUCK NO!" He shouted, punching the stretchy surface of his bubble with newfound vigor. "NOT GONNA DROWN, NOT GONNA DROWN!" The next few minutes, he clawed at the bubble, punched at it, groped at it, and heaved his body up against it. All of it was futile, the bubbles around him having now filled up fully with water. Now, it was his turn. Seeing the water start to accumulate in the bottom of the bubble, the dino's eyes dilated in terror. "OH SHIT!" He started to frantically drop-kick the indestructible surface, only to bounce back and fall into the ever-growing pool of water in the bottom of the bubble.

As he punched and kicked, gnashed and gnawed, the water gradually went higher and higher. Once it got to his thighs, it was hard for him to even get traction anymore. He could not heave himself forward without flipping forward, falling into the water with a notable splash. Whenever his head was under the water, he desperately brought himself back up to try again. "DUDE, it's getting HIGHER. Oh fuck." And now, his feet were suspended from the bubble with the water level to his blobby stomach. He could no longer hit the surface with all his weight.

Wading in the waters in exhaustion, his head turned here and there to see the water go further up. Fear was affecting him hard, his teeth grit while failing to see any way out of this. All of the bubbles around him were full of water, and his was soon to follow. "CHAD! GAAAAARYYYY!" He shouted desperately for his friend, wading over to the side facing the door prior to groping at its edge with his hands. He tried desperately to pull apart the bubble, bucking his head backward to send it slamming down against the bubble's surface.

Headbutt after headbutt, the fratso attempted to break through the bubble with his thick and chubby head. It was useless, his head bouncing backward with every hit. "CHAD! GAAAAARYYYY!" The dino continued to shout, the water now nearing his neck. To try and delay the inevitable, he waded upward so that his head was near the top of the bubble. As good as it felt to have his body submerged in the water after working his fat ass off, the likelihood of drowning filled him with great worry. "CHAD, DAMN IT! COME OVER HERE! COME ON!"

No point in shouting to the top of his lungs right now, because he was running out of open air. Nodding his head upward, he sharply breathed in through his mouth. This was really happening; he was now fully underwater. When the water filled up the bubble, he reopened his eyes to see blue all over him. His arms moved around and about, keeping himself suspended in the bubble. Desperation had overtaken him when he swam around the bubble, which only dwindled the amount of time he had left. He swam on over to the front of the bubble, clawing at it haphazardly. It was even harder than before to get the bubble to bend.

Against his better judgement, he still tried to call for his friend in the water. "GAAAAAWWWWRYYYYY. GAAAAAAWWWWRYYYYY! HEEEERRRRRP" A stream of bubbles emerged from his mouth, his hands hammering against the surface of the bubble when he should be conserving his energy right now. "DAWWWWWM EEEET. COOOMEEE ORRRRNN!" He was so aggressive in his thrashing and gnashing underwater that he fully exhausted himself in under a minute. Even if Chad were to come, there was no way to get his bro out of this nasty situation.

Suddenly feeling a shortness of breath caused through his desperate struggles, the fratso brought his hands up to grasp at the little air bubbles he had been letting out. He tried to guide the bubbles back into his mouth to get some more air, and yet this gave no benefit. His heart was beating aggressively, his body filled with adrenaline. His shaking, terror filled eyes moved here and there, trying to find a way out of his dire situation. There was none: he only had time to pray and mentally voice his regrets. In one last attempt to break out, he swam backward to one end of the bubble; vaulting himself off to the other end to try and pierce it with his head.

Such a pitiable attempt, his blobby body unable to move far under water. He only softly touched against the other end of the bubble, then rebounding to its center. Right then and there, the dino was forced to intake water into his lungs. At that instant, his body went into shock from his windpipe getting loaded up with water. Everything went dark, his body turning limp and motionless. He floated inside the bubble, his last thought being strong regret for having not turned the water off when he had the chance.

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It had been way too long since Marcus had said he was going to shower, eight team deathmatches having been done without him. "What the fuck is taking him so long?" Asked Chad, making his way up the stairs. "Is he jacking off in the shower again?" Oblivious to the frantic cries and hollers his bro had been hollering for a good while, Chad had not a clue what he was getting himself into. "Marcus, you doing okay in there?" He asked while getting close to the bathroom door. There was no answer, only the weird sound of something creaking and bending.

He could not hear the sound of the shower, making Chad wonder what the hell his buddy could be doing inside. The fratso pressed his head up against the door. No sounds of Marcus could be picked up, just more weird creaking sounds. "Dude... the fuck is going on in there?" Said the confused dino, gripping the knob to try and open it. It would not budge, and since there were no locks on this door, that made things very weird. He budged harder and harder, pushing his right hand against the door's surface at first. It would not even budge an inch, but how? There was nothing that could be used in the bathroom that could block the door from being pulled open... save for a fratso.

"MARCUS! OPEN UP! COME ON MAN!" Shouted Chad, starting to shove his whole body against the door with as much strength as he could. His worry turned into anger, his right fist pounding aggressively against the door. "BRO, THIS AIN'T FUNNY. LET ME THE FUCK IN!" Still no response. That's it. Time to barge the door down. Backing up several paces, he clutched his hands into fists and did a low squat as if he was in a game of football. He rushed forward, turning his blobby body to the right to use his shoulder as a battering ram. "HERE I COME!"

The moment his body made contact with the door, it disintegrated into thousands of tiny pieces. A massive outflow of water-filled bubbles occurred, the bedroom filling up with them in a matter of seconds. Chad was not even able to shout before he was sent to the wall, smothered by those massive bubbles that were still emerging from the showerhead. His arms and legs were splayed out, his head turned to the right as he felt the crushing pressure of the bubbles pressing against his chubby body. He tried desperately to move, but he was only able to gain a few inches before being unable to go any further. "What... the... fuck?"

Among the bubbles, the one containing Marcus was visible. Being inside one of these made it impossible to be heard. Chad beheld a terrible sight; his friend having drowned in one of the bubbles. His chubby body floated around without any signs of life, his mouth stupidly agape and his length erect from Angel Lust. No, this could not be. Despite the pressure exerted on his body, the sight of his dead friend was enough to make Chad focus with great terror at his former bro. "Dude... no..."

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Chad was spared from a painful death by crushing. Instead, he entered the watered-up bubble that was smooshing up against him. Now, it was his turn to drown as well, the fratso's heart was beating aggressively when realizing the situation. He swam to the other end of the bubble, gazing over to the body of his former friend. From the looks of it, Marcus had been dead for a while now. "Hrrroooow?" Said the fratso, wasting precious bubbles speaking it aloud.

Now, it was his turn to struggle for his life, swimming here and there to try and find an easy way out. Time was of the essence, the bubbles filling up every room of every floor of the house. Throughout the wild trip, Chad hoped and prayed that his bubble would hit something sharp and pointy and thus break open. This never happened, the bubble proving too stubborn and sturdy to be pierced by sharpest of corners and edges. Over time, the gargantuan bubbles were straining against the walls and ceilings of the house, turning it into one massive deathtrap for anyone who would make the big mistake of coming inside.

Their blobby bodies bumbled and shimmied throughout the forced travels, Chad rolling over and over again. It was so dizzying that Chad was losing air, fast. Vertigo was setting in, unable to differentiate up from down, left to right. When the chaotic tumults eased up to a halt, the fratso bounced off the ends of the bubble several more times before stilling himself. His vision was blurry, having just upchucked into his bubble from how aggressively he was spun around. "Furrch... furch... ooooowww..." Went the entrapped dino, only able to get his bearings straight sometime later.

Not only did he realize that he was now in the kitchen with his limp, drowned bro, but he himself was running out of breath. Desperately, Chad swam over to the southern side of the bubble to aggressively punch at it. His teeth were grit as he used every iota of his strength to fist at the stretchy surface, but the water resistance and the surface tension made it as easy as trying to lift and toss Marcus across a field. Gradually, his punches grew weaker as fatigue began to set in. The last of his bubbles left his mouth, his vision starting to darken.

In the last moment of that fratso's conscience, Chad thought to himself Marcus, I am gonna kick your ass in Hell for whatever the fuck you did to lead us into this mess. And with that, both dinos were now lifeless and limp within their bubbles. They would not be found until a few days later, when all of the bubbles burst and flooded the property.

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