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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\nWhat a killer night yesternight was, all of the weird shit that had happened easily coming off as something out of a fever dream. These two chubby frat dinos ought to tone down the ridiculous antics they were involving themselves in, or else they could end up in situations that they would not be able to crawl out of. Although with what was about to pop off today, Marcus and Chad were going to go way over their heads. They gradually woke up from their deep sleep, the type that usually preceded drinking a full keg of beer and chowing a few pot brownies.\n\nAs their visions cleared up and their senses came back, they could see the searing rays of the morning sun radiating down upon them. Such strong heat and brightness that it was a wonder why they had not been awakened earlier. In their periphery, they could see a litany of large, green pillars surrounding all sides. They were so tall and verdant, and they looked like... blades of grass? No, that could not be right. With a big grunt, Chad was the first to curl himself up off the ground while gripping the topside of his head. \"Broooo... where the fuck are we?\" he asked, scratching at his cranium while Marcus rolled his dirty, sweaty body to the right with a lengthy groan.\n\n\"Hell if I know, bruh... man... it's so fucking hot.\" Neither of them was dressed right now, their blubbery bodies and limp peckers out in the open for all to see, although the only entities that would see them like this were each other and the occasional ant from afar. They got up to a stand, reaching behind themselves to pat all of the dirt and sand that got up their asses and underneath their folds. \"Shit, I really could use a bath right now... got dirt everywhere.\" Remarked Chad. \"Dude, it's up my ass... Were we mud fighting or something?\" They then swiped the sweat off of their faces and looked straight ahead.\n\nBetween humongous pillars of green blades was a vast expanse of sand, arid land that was coarse against the feet and hot to boot. What a bad time it was to wake up without any footwear. Further in the distance, they could make out a humongous hill that went above the forest of blades. \"Dude, I do not see our house anywhere... no cars, no roads... nothing but sand and freakishly big grass.\" Marcus had a strong look of disbelief on his face when taking it all in. \"You think this is all a dream and if we pinch hard enough, we'll end up back in our crib?\" followed Chad, sauntering his nude and chubby ass over to his buddy.\n\nThey did not hesitate to test it out, Marcus being the first to pinch tightly at Chad's left cheek. The sting was sharp, the dino grunting in pain before gripping that hand and pushing it off. The same was done to Marcus's nose, the chubby Saurus grabbing at the wrist with both hands while groaning from his sensitive snout getting pinched. \"Ay! Fuuuck!\" Angrily, the pinched dino heaved Chad off before gripping at his own nose to fix it back into place. Hitting the ground with a loud thud, the disillusioned frat-so realized the grim reality of their situation. \"Bro... this is real... we're really lost here... shit...\"\n\nNeither of them knew what to do in this strange, intimidating land, but they knew that they could not just wait here and hope someone would come to save them. They started to move, going between blades of grass in the buff while being on the lookout for any signs of shelter or protection from the sweltering rays of the sun. \"Man, I really wish we had shoes on. Feeling the sand on my soles is causing me pain.\" Chad took a moment to look at the sole of his right foot, grimacing at how calloused it looked already. \"Don't be a fucking pussy, man. The sooner we get outta here, the sooner we can wash our feet like we're bitches in a sauna.\" Replied Marcus with a menacing snarl.\n\nThat was enough to quiet the frat-so up, at least up until they were nearing the massive hill. It was a gigantic mound, so big that going around it would take hours. Going straight through would be much faster but would entail having to trudge up much of the hill and deal with the heated sand against their blubbery, sweaty bodies. \"Yooo, I don't wanna go up there, man.\" Said Chad, bringing his right hand up to visor his vision when nodding upward. \"It's gonna be killer to climb all that shit...\" His friend's doubts did nothing to convince Marcus to go the long and circular route. \"Bro, it's gonna take way longer if we walk around. You boasted about being able to handle hard shit, well prove it now. Come with me up this rock.\"\n\nA deep huff was given before shaking his head, Chad begrudging the idea of having to go up what seemed to be a dangerous hill. But his pride was more important, so he pointed his left index finger at his frat-bro with a vicious snarl. \"You're right. I'll show this hill whose boss and you'll be begging me to carry you on my back by the time we're halfway up.\" Plodding his way upward at a fast pace, Marcus followed not long after. \"Now that's the spirit, man. We gonna pull through this shit together.\" Said Marcus with a big smirk on his face.\n\nHaving to deal with the heat emanating from the coarse sand and the steep incline further up meant they had to get on all fours halfway up and carefully crawl their way up. Having all that sand against their hands, forearms, and legs made them afraid of the potential slip up, either dino looking behind themselves to watch some of the rocks tumble down and down and down for what seemed like an eternity. \"Fuuuuuuck. Why the fuck did I have to listen to your dumb ass? This shit's not worth it... God Damn it.\" Chad shouted with insecurity easy to determine in his voice. \"You better not think of turning back now, pussy ass bitch!\" Angrily replied Marcus, slapping some nearby sand to hit against his face.\n\nFortunately, the doubtful frat-so did not lose his grip when the sand hit his sweaty visage. He simply coughed a few times and then responded by flipping the bird with his left hand. \"You asshole! I could have lost my grip just now! Fuck!\" The two stared off at each other with a menacing glare sustained, but then they piped down and resumed their upward climb. Their breathing became more laboured and pacing, more laborious as they closed the top. \"We're almost there, bro. Just a bit more... Just a bit more...\"\n\nFinally making it to the top, the fatigued fatsos relaxed their nude bodies against the sand while panting for air. They were able to see straight ahead that there was a hole in a mound, an entryway that they mistook for the mouth of a volcano. \"You think we should go inside?\" Asked Chad, pointing at the hole with his right hand. \"It's a volcano, man. You go in there, you're gonna fall into some lava. Don't be dumb.\" And just like that, they avoided a grim fate where they would get eaten by ants. Once they were ready, they circumvented the rim to move to the other side.\n\nIt was there that they could see something that brought surprise and awe to their sweaty faces. A large body of water awaited them beyond the hill, the reflection of the sky shimmering from its surface. \"Ohhhhh man. Water! Fuck yeah!\" Shouted Chad, who decided not to go down the hill gently. Instead, he curled up into a ball and rolled forward to let gravity do the work for him. Watching his formerly defeated friend tumble down the hill like a boulder, Marcus had a shocked and worried look on his face. \"YOU DUMBASS! YOU CAN GET YOURSELF KILLED!\"\n\nRather than follow his friend's example, Marcus quickly strode downward before leaning back and gripping the sand with his hands and feet to slide the rest of the way down. Thank goodness that his dino hide was thick, else the downward slide would have been agonizing for him. Down below, his friend eventually rolled right into the puddle. Great relief hit him when the water engulfed his messy and sweaty body, a delighted sigh being released from him after his head resurfaced. \"Ohhhh yeaaah! I've been needing this!\" The happy dino then nodded his head down to take a huge sip of the water. Thank goodness that the water was not salty.\n\nComing down from the mound, Marcus rushed over into the water to get all the dirt and grime off his chubby body. \"You idiot! You could have kidded yourself rolling down like that... Ahhhhh!\" And now, they were both inside the oasis beyond the hill. This was made as the result of yesterday's thunderstorm that flooded much of the ground. The heat and sunlight were able to evaporate much of the water, leaving only this little puddle. They both drank a huge helping of water to quench their thirst, happily swimming around to eliminate all the heat they accumulated before now. \"Thank God there's water. I was ready to keel over and die from heatstroke.\" Said Chad.\n\n\"You could have easily broken your neck or tear a big gash when you barrelled down the hill, bro,\" commented Marcus, rubbing his soaked scalp to clean the dirt off his skin. \"Dude, stop being such a prude. You think way too much, man. I made it down just fine, and that's all that matters.\" Was the frat-saurus' reply, slapping his right hand against the water to send some of it over to Marcus. \"That type of attitude's gonna get you killed because you ain't gonna think about what you're about to do.\" As candid as his words were, Chad paid no mind in favor of diving deep into the water.\n\nRising up later on, he was met with Marcus pointing his right index finger to him. \"If you can't think for yourself, I'll do the thinking for you. That's the only way we gonna make it through this place.\" After a delayed stare at his brainy frat bro, Chad spits the water at his face before laughing. \"Ahahahaha! Sure thing. That means less work for me to do.\" And with that, they both spent a good while relaxing and swimming in the puddle. Often, they intentionally collided against each other to have their blubbery bodies and dangly dicks hit one another. They splashed at each other's faces or used their hands to \"shoot\" water like they had a water pistol.\n\nSoon enough, it was time to get back going. Exiting the puddle from the east side, the dinos looked around to see if there was something they could use to dry up. After they stretched out, their eyes moved around and were about to look for something that could make a good makeshift towel. \"Hmn... Maybe those leaves up there'd work?\" Asked Chad, pointing up at a leaf jutting from the ground. It was high enough to loom over the very hill that they had previously climbed, and the little hairs on the stalk would make climbing it ease compared to before. \"That oughta feel smooth on our asses, so yeah, let's use that.\" They head on over to climb their way up the stalk so as to reach the leaf.\n\nWhen they made it to the leaf and looked around, they could see a good distance ahead of themselves. Even though there were more giant blades of grass down the way, they could also make out the outline of a building way ahead. Maybe that was their home? \"Ohhh, duuuude. I think I can see our house over there...\" Chad scratched the back of his scalp when following those words up. \"Yo, you're smarter than I took you for. Sorry for being an asshole and ignoring your advice.\" This was enough to make Marcus's face light up with a smug grin, having not heard such praise in a long time. \"Glad you can see things as they should be. That's why we're friends.\" He patted Chad's back right after saying it, the two chuckling at each other.\n\n\"You think that we got shrunk into this size and can grow back?\" Asked Chad, pointing down at the leaf they were on. \"I dunno. If it is, we should be able to find a way back to normal once we're home... Or maybe we're still dreaming and we need more than pinching to get outta it.\" Walking their way over to the middle of the leaf, Chad reached down to grasp at the soft and smooth flesh of the greenery, oblivious to the fact that there was a large droplet of water dangling off the tip of a grass blade looming over the leaf. \"Sweet. We will be back home in no ti-AUUGH!\"\n\nThat big droplet had just fallen from the leaf, hitting Chad just as Marcus was coming over to help him rip apart the leaf. The impact was so strong that it sent the latter backward, the chubby dino rolling over the edge and dropping down to the ground from far below. What was only a few inches worth of distance felt like a drop from a skyscraper, the fat folds of the frat-so jiggling and shimmying in the wind as he dropped downward? Facing the sky throughout the fall, Marcus was terrified that the drop would be fatal for a fatty like him. All of that extra weight could easily break his bones and crush his organs from this distance, after all.\n\nColliding with the ground in a loud and booming thud, a big cloud of dust was created from the impact. \"UUMF!\" Said the felled dino, closing his eyes tightly when his blubbery body slammed into the hard surface. Everything turned black for him briefly, they hit more than enough to knock him out. The cloud that formed around him gradually dissipated in the next couple of minutes, and only then did he come back. Wearily opening his eyes in a near-perfect repeat of how he and his friend first woke up, a pained grunt was coupled with the blurry vision of a fuzzy green silhouette from up high. \"Uhhmmn... Maaaaaaannn....\"\n\nGradually, his vision refocused before he realized what he was looking at: the leaf that he was pushed off of by something, but what was it? Big pain afflicted his noggin as he curled his back off the ground, reaching up with his right hand to gently pat at his scalp. \"Fuuuuuuck, that huuuuurt...\" Slow to stand up, he wiggled his arms and legs around to feel if anything was broken, and thankfully, he was okay. \"Damn, my ass.\" He was still aching badly from such a great fall, reaching behind himself to grab at his enormous bum that cushioned the drop.\n\nLaboring to pat all of the dirt and detritus of his folds with a disgruntled expression on his face, he started looking around to see where his fellow dino was. \"Chad?\" He did not seem to fall alongside him, or if he did, he had already gone elsewhere. No, that did not make sense. For sure, his buddy would have woken him up and made sure he was okay if he saw what had happened. \"Bro, where are you?\" Now cleaned of all the dust and dirt from his body, he started to walk around to see where his thicker-skulled friend could be. \"Yo, if you're hiding, it ain't funny. Come out, man...\"\n\nA response was given, a very muffled and garbled response that Marcus could barely hear. It sounded like someone trying to speak underwater. \"Mmmrmrrgh!\" Confused as to who made that sound, the lone dino turned left and right and then did a 360 to try and pinpoint its source. \"Chad?\" Another strange cry, this one even longer than the last, made Marcus realize that its source was situated from up high. Squinting his eyes and bringing his right hand up to act as a visor, he was able to see an odd discoloration from the underside of the leaf: a grey dot with a black silhouette of a frat-so flailing around as if stuck in a bubble... wait a minute.\n\nFirst confused toward the sight, a strong sense of dread affected Marcus. It could not be, could it? Even though his arms and legs were aching from taking a big fall, his desire to reach his friend overrode the pain when he rushed over to the stem of the leaf. \"Marcus?! Hold on!\" Once he made it there, he hustled up faster than he did the first time he climbed with his dino buddy. His chubby frame became drenched in sweat as he progressed, heavy and pained panting emerging from the terrified dino that hoped those sounds he was hearing did not mean what he thought it meant. \n\n\"Nmmmmh! Mmmhhhrrgh!\" The further he progressed up, the louder and crisper those gurgling, muffled sounds became, and the easier it was for him to know that they were Chad's. A part of Marcus wanted to stop climbing and return to where he hit the ground, hoping that all of this was just a hallucination caused by a nasty concussion. But another part of this panting and aching frat-so knew that if he did not finish the climb, he would regret it forever. \"Hold on, Chad! I am almost there... I'm almost there!\" Desperately fighting through the fatigue and pain that was making this trek along the stem ever harder, the blobby dino worked himself out harder than he ever did in his life. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and his joints ready to give at any moment. The amount of exertion being had here could easily break a chubby dino like him down.\n\nBy the time he had made it back to the top, he immediately fell face-first onto the green and started coughing and gagging strongly. \"Fuuuuck! Aaaaahhh Shiiiit!\" He may have lost ten pounds from this upward sprint, maybe more. Once more, he lost his sense of reality as the strain and stress from his hasty rush weighed him down more than every last grain of sand in that giant hill ever could. He laid on his stomach, panting feverishly while a little puddle of his own swat formed upon the green surface of the leaf. \"Oh, man... My arms... my legs... my ass... my everything... Mff... I really gotta work out more... this is so embarrassing.\"\n\nHis attention was brought back to what he came here for, hearing a strong, desperate cry not too far from where he was. \"GRRAAARRRRWWRYYYY!\" Slowly straightening his head while remaining like a plank on the leaf, what the exhausted frat-so saw made his pupils dilate and his sweaty face turns pale. His friend was now inside the water droplet, Chad shimmying his arms and legs while suspended in the bubble. From this distance, the sunlight's refraction off the water bubble made it look like his head took up the majority of the sphere: the remainder of his body being a little stub in comparison. \"Chad...\" Marcus's response was very faint, loaded with disbelief at the dreadful fate that succumbed to his dino bro.\n\nThe captive's ruby cheeks were puffed out, a terrified look on his distorted face when he realized what had happened to him. Were this any other moment in their lives, Marcus would have considered this to be very funny especially due to how the bubble makes his friend look. But this was no laughing matter, not with how long his frat-so of a buddy had been trapped in that bubble. Against the intense exhaustion and pain that came with rushing over here, Marcus pushed himself up off the puddle of sweat and crawled toward the bubble at first. A few paces later, he transitioned to a pained sprint. Rushing on over to his captive friend, Marcus shouted aloud. \"CHAD! ARE YOU OKAY?\"\n\nHe was not, the poor fellow was gripping the edge of the bubble in an attempt to punch through. He lacked the strength to do so, at best only able to make the surface of the droplet bulge a short distance. During this, the light refraction made it look like his arms and legs were spindly and thin, like long strands of spaghetti. The inclusion of this droplet made the leaf angle downward, not enough to unbalance the dinos but enough to have it so that if they looked to the north, they would see the ground down below. \"Herrullh, mrrrhffff.\" Shouted the brainless dino stuck inside, feebly clawing at the edge of the droplet to try and breakthrough.\n\nSeeing how helpless his formerly abusive frat bro was, Marcus started to help. He started off by punching at the water to try and get the bubble to break, pivoting with each punch for extra strength. While the impact was not enough to break through the bubble, it was enough to affect the poor dino stuck inside. The first blow bent the surface enough that Marcus's fist hit the drowning Chad's head; making him flip back multiple times over before reaching the other end of the bubble. Embarrassed at what he had just done, Marcus's chubby face flushed while looking at his hands before seeing his friend giving out middle fingers in response. \"Brewww ashhhooolll!\" The visual distortion of the bubble made it look like his hands were five times larger than they really were, the middle fingers stretching up to the top of the bubble.\n\nNext, he attempted to claw through the water by tightly gripping at it to tear the surface apart. He could never get a good grip on the surface, since it was too slippery. He could get a firm hold to start, digging deep indentations into the water's surface only to slip when he started pulling apart. The longer he tried, the more aggressive he was with his clawing. If only he had bothered to sharpen his talons instead of leaving them dull, he could easily pierce through and free his buddy. \"Fuck... come on... fuck... why can't I get a good grip?\"\n\nSwimming back over to his side of the bubble, Chad joined in gripping and clawing the bubble. Even when they linked hands together, the slippery surface made their grip slip apart. This was getting bad, rage filled Chad's chubby face when he saw how futile these efforts were. \"Mufffrerfrrrukherr. Hellllphh mmhhfff!\" Frantically clawing at the inner side of the bubble, little air bubbles emerged from the corners of his mouth as the drowning frat bro feared for his life. It was at this point that his bulbous cheeks turned from red to purple, the bubbles looking far larger than they really were thanks to the refraction effect. Not wanting his friend to waste his energy in one go, Marcus shouted aloud. \"CALM DOWN! You're going to drown early if you keep that up...\" \n\nThe response to such common sense was to punch through the bubble with such force that it ended up hitting the frat-dino in his stomach. The hit was not enough to make him reel back, it was more than sufficient to make him cease his groping of the bubble. \"Frrruuukh youuufff. Hrrreeelp mmmmfff!\" Oh boy, the drowning dino continued to claw and fist at the bubble despite the sound advice given. Turning around to look around the leaf for anything useful, he paced frantically while grumbling to himself. \"Why is this happening? Why me? Why us? Fuck fuck fuck!\"\n\nTurning his head left and right, giving a few double takes here and there, Marcus was glancing all over the leaf to consider what he could use to his advantage. He wandered all the way over to its edge on the right side, where he could see some especially sharp rocks and massively tall blades of grass. Perhaps he could bite off pieces of the grass to use for cutting through the bubble, but that would mean having to go all the way back down, struggle to rip out a piece, and then carry it all the way back up while his friend continued to drown. Meanwhile, the confused dino was flailing his arms and legs while centering himself in the bubble. The refracting light made it look like his torso occupied most of the bubble, his blubbery belly impossibly bloated in appearance. \"Brrrruuuwww... Thhheeee ffhhuuuuchhh zhuuuu dooorrnnnff?\" \n\nIt took all of a few seconds to decide that it was not worth going back down to retrieve something. So, the frantic dino turned around and nodded his head down to see if there was anything on the leaf he could find. The franticness and worry that clouded his mind right now made his body tremble with fear, knowing that if there was nothing to be found here than he was essentially fucked. \"Come on... Come on... there gotta be... oh... Oh thank fuck.\" He was able to see that there were some grains of sand that were strewn around. The size of his fist, these rigid grains were transported by ants before later on being dropped here as excess.\n\nRushing over to the nearest rock, he picked it up with both hands and doubled back to the bubble. Here, he brought the stone over and behind his head before hammering it down against the surface as strongly as his chubby body could. Marcus's hopes for breaking the bubble were shattered when, instead, the rock was absorbed into the bubble and hit Chad in the forehead. Klph! Plng! The blow was strong enough to make his eyes close sharply, a heavy amount of air leaving his mouth in the form of a stream of bubbles; as well as a trail of blood coming from his nostrils. Whoops. The bubble warbled and rippled from the impact, making the distorted vision of Chad shimmy in a snaky pattern; sort of like how a funhouse mirror if mirror was fluid and constantly wavered.\n\nGrasping at the injury on his noggin with both hands, Chad's eyes opened to angrily look over at his assailant. From his end, the drowning frat-so appeared wide enough to cover the entire diameter of the bubble. \"OOOOFFFH! VHROUH ASSSHHHHOLLLLL!\" Angrily grabbing the rock with both hands, he flung it back at his useless friend in an attempt to hit him back. But the water ensured that it only travelled a couple of feet downward before floating idly in place. Water physics can be such a huge pain in the ass to deal with. \n\nAs embarrassing as that was, Marcus's resolve to help his friend remained strong. Moving to a few more grains on the leaf, he grabbed the rocks and gathered them right before the bubble in preparation for a different type of approach. Picking up a rock with each hand, he threw them with all his strength at a short distance. His years playing baseball as the pitcher may come in handy right here, but even with the incredible speed he was able to pitch those stones, they either bounced off of the bubble or, like the first one, got absorbed inside. Bloop. Bleep. Blop-clank. The sounds of the rocks bouncing off the bubble and hitting the leaf or each other. The determined dino-bro picked those rocks back up to pitch them again, and again, and again: becoming more embarrassed and determined with each toss.\n\nWhenever the rocks struck the bubble, it jimmied and warbled in a way that made the distorted image of Chad shake in place. His massive stomach jiggled and wiggled for the first rock, then his bubble-filling head, and then his gigantic, blubbery ass shimmied. Were it not for the direness of this situation, Marcus would have broken out in heavy laughter and rolled on the floor. Instead, he held his breath and bit his tongue to fight the urge to laugh. \"Ffffrrruuuch... ishhhh noooooch weeeerrrrrkhiiiinnng.\" Shouted the wiggling and rolling Chad, his body rolling in the water from the force of those rocks hitting. He flinched with each impact, fearing that one of them could pierce through the membrane and hit him just like before. \"Come on... for fuck sake... break apart... break already!\" shouted the annoyed Marcus as he kept on tossing those stones.\n\nSeven rocks later, Marcus's arms were getting sore with all the pitching and tossing. Schwop! Schlurp! Bhrulp! These were the sounds the rocks made when going inside. This time, Chad was able to fend himself from the rocks by curling up into a ball and shielding his face with his arms. They still were able to make strong impacts against him, sending him to one corner of the bubble or another. His blubbery dino body rolled on an odd axis from one stone or did rapid somersaults from another. One of them had struck against his dick, which was fully erect from the terror experienced from being stuck in this bubble. Instinctively, he reached down with both hands to grasp at his fat, dino phallus which looked thrice as big thanks to the visual dilation happening outside the bubble. Even under this much strain, there was a notable embarrassment in his voice. \n\n\"BRUUUUFFH! THHISH NOOOCH WOOORKKHIIINFFF!\" Gripping the last two with each hand, Marcus started hammering away at the surface of the bubble. Laboured breaths and pained grunts were belted as the stones feebly hit the shiny surface of the bubble. Those rocks bounced off every time they made contact, sometimes far enough to rebound and hit Marcus in the face. It hit with a strong crack, giving him a taste of the accidental mistreatment he caused his friend not too long ago. His face got tarnished with his own blood, a couple of loud sneezes happening before wiping the blood and snot using his left forearm.\n\n\"FUCK! That hurt,\" shouted him, rubbing his hand against his face when the stone struck his nozzle. Taking delight at the self-injury the frat-so caused, Chad shone his teeth and pointed his right index finger at the bleeding buddy. The dilation effect made his face far bigger than it really was, his toothy grin stretching from side to side. Amazing that even with his face being a deep purple, this dino still had it in him to laugh and waste even more bubbles. \"Mffmfmfmfmfmfmfmfhhh!\" Seeing the captive bro take humor in his pain made Marcus angry, gritting his teeth while clutching his fists. \"ASSHOLE! I'M TRYING TO BREAK YOU OUT!\" \n\nThat reminder was more than sufficient to end his underwater chuckling, Chad waving his massively magnetized hands in apology before bringing his focus elsewhere. \"Immmf Sooorrrreeh!\" Sneezing out some blood from his nostrils, Marcus continued rubbing and stroking his nose with his arm. \"You better be, asshole...\" The captive of the bubble took two rocks of his own and attempted to strike the inner surface. But doing this underwater was even more difficult due to the greater pushback water gave. Poor Chad struggled to make the surface bulge by even a few inches, exhausting himself within seconds. Releasing his grip against the rocks to let them float around, the distortions of his image cleared up when he pressed himself against the bubble's surface to plead aloud. \"ITH SHHNOOOOT VHHRRRKHHNNNNFF!\"\n\nOh God, how purple his face had become. His buddy had been struggling for so long inside of that bubble, and who knew how much longer he had before he finally lost conscience? Fuck, it was time for some desperate measures. Given how everything else he threw at the bubble had eventually gotten absorbed, he really did not want to do what he was about to do, but what other choice did he have? \"Bro, brace yourself. I'm gonna tackle!\" Shouted Marcus, pacing himself backward to create the needed distance. Spreading his legs apart and getting into a low squat.\n\nChad was now too desperate to even heed his friend's warning and brace himself, keeping himself pressed against the surface of the bubble facing Marcus. His glimmering eyes were filled with fright and despair and regret forever ignoring his smartass friend, hoping that what he was about to do would get him out of this obnoxiously durable bubble. The dilation effect of the bubble made the upper half of his head enormous, giving him the look of a whimpering puppy with how huge they'd been upsized. Marcus had never seen such desperation and helplessness from his friend, not even when he was hospitalized for breaking his arm during a football game. \"Hrrroohhh booooih!\" Shouted Chad, not believing what his dino bro was about to do.\n\nAfter taking a deep breath, Marcus shouted aloud \"HERE I COME!\" before sprinting as fast as his chubby legs could bring him. He moved faster than he did during his days as a quarterback, his teeth gritted and a dogged determination in his eyes. He was going to bust him out of this bubble even if it cost him his own life. In the seconds leading up to impact, Chad had moved in a way that made the distortion effect of the bubble enlarge his length and balls. It looked like his junk took up most of the bubble's space. The idea of getting a face full of his friend's schlong was going to be quite the challenge for her.\n\nOnce near the bubble, he leaped forward to lunge out. His hands were pointing straight, expecting the force and weight of his body to pierce the membrane and allow the water to dissipate. Instead, he collided with Chad whilst entering the sphere of water. Their nude bodies smooshed against one another, the two instinctively clinging to each other as they rolled vertically several times over. Their lengths pressed against one another, grinding around and about as they desperately clung against each other. The inclusion of Marcus made the bubble expand vastly, accumulating enough weight to make the leaf bend down just enough to allow the sphere to start rolling off.\n\nWhen things settled inside and they stopped spinning, Marcus pushed himself off of his struggling bro to take in his surroundings. Oh, shit. His lunge did not work. Now, they were both stuck in here. Once his senses were reoriented, he was able to see Chad's face was now a deep shade of blue. Crap, any longer, and his buddy will drown. Not wanting that to happen, Marcus did what would usually be despised as gay and disgusting by either of them. He planted his lips against those of Chad, blowing air right into that blueberry face of his. While this might have cost him precious air that he could use to stay alive, saving his friend was far too important.\n\nGradually, Chad's blue face turned to a deep purple, and from there, a tomato red. As gay and humiliating as that was, getting that load of air bought Chad a couple more minutes of life. Still, he pushed away with a notable blush on his face when clasping his mouth with his hands. Marcus had a smug grin on his face, returning to his serious look when pointing over at the membrane of the bubble \"Weee gokhaaa bweeaaaakkhh ouuuuch.\" They then started swimming around and about, trying to push at the interior surface of the bubble in various angles. Attempting to punch opposite ends of the surface, first with their bare hands and then with the rocks that got absorbed in the bubble, they were not able to stop the rolling of the bubble nor break out.\n\nFurther and further the bubble rolled down to the frontmost tip of the leaf, the droplet drooping beneath the space for a short amount of time. Flabbergasted, both dinos looked at the blurry visage of the ground far below. At this great height, the bubble might burst when hitting the sand. But would they make it out, okay? There was a good chance that the force of gravity could break them just as easily as it could break the bubble. And so, both buddies clung against each other for dear life. Frightened looks and grist teeth combined with abundant trembling from both of them. \"Ooommmmf phuuuck.\"\n\nIt finally fell, the bubble of water rapidly dropping toward the mound they previously climbed. Had the leaf been a bit larger, it could have landed on the ground before the hill with enough kinetic energy to make it burst and free the dinos. But sadly, this was not the case. The drop ended abruptly when the bubble hit the surface of the hill. The trapped buddies hit against the bottom of the bubble before smacking each other unintentionally, Marcus slamming his face against Chad's pudgy ass before bouncing off. The bubble, still fully intact, quickly rolled down the hill. This made the two roll violently alongside its surface, smacking against each other here and there. \n\nMarcus's belly met Chad's face, Chad's cock met Marcus's cheek, and their asses hit against each other. All of the inadvertent bumping and grinding was so embarrassing, but what was even worse was the rocks they were colliding with during the descent. \"Fuuuch, Fuuuch, Fuuuuch. Immmf gettthhhhinnn siiiiich!\" Shouted Marcus after being spun around and twisted dozens of times. \"Ommmmph... Iiiich doomf wannnfff chuuur dei.\" Followed Chad, amazingly still conscious despite all of the spinning and colliding he had to endure for the past few minutes. This rapid tumbling and colliding persisted before the sphere finished its descent, still intact on the floor of the hill despite grinding against so many jagged stones. This was becoming comedic at this point, and these dinos would have laughed if they were watching all of this as a TV show.\n\nBut this was not a show: this was their lives, about to be tragically ended by the water of all things. Their chubby bodies continued to roll in the bubble and collide against each other, their girthy penises grinding against each other's stomachs and back during several of those collisions. Once things slowed down and they got their bearings straight, they looked around to see that they were no longer on the leaf. They were at the foot of the massive hill they had trekked over. The only difference was that they would not be able to climb back up and neither the sun nor the heat would be able to rescue them from their watery prison in time.\n\n\"Shhhhheeeeeeccchh!\" said Marcus, wading himself back over to his friend after giving a long look around to see where they were and noting that nobody else was around. If only one little ant was alerted of their presence and went to their bubble, it could use its sharp mandibles to break the water droplet apart. But sadly, the few ants that did emerge from the top of the anthill only snooped around the rim before diving back in. They were able to detect foreigners in their territory, but they were unable to pick up their scent because of the water droplet that subsumed the both of them. Even if they did find them, those ants would have just fed them to their queen.\n\nSwimming on over to his thick-skulled friend, Marcus gripped Chad's hands with a strong sense of urgency. Wreeee grroonnaa hrrravv chuuu wooorkh toogeverrr?\" Seeing the seriousness in his frat bro's purple-tinctured face, Chad nodded his head quietly before squeezing his hands. \"Ooookheeeeeh.\" With that, they turned around and waded to the northern side of the bubble. Here, they clutched their hands into fists and started punching at the membrane as hard as they could. From the outside, the refraction of light made it appear that their stomachs were far bigger than they were, filling up the entire space of the bubble. Pushing against the strong resistance that the water had, they were one-two punching the membrane harder than they hit each other during a backyard wrestling match. Determined, angry looks in their eyes coupled with big snarls on their faces, their knuckles bulging the membrane out by a foot or two before the tension rebounded their strikes. \n\nOn and on and on they punched at the surface, their blows becoming weaker and slower as the strain built on. Little bubbles emerged from their mouths as the compounding stress and fatigue wore on them. They then stopped, resting their palms against the membrane before looking at one another. It would be bad to give up now, especially since nobody was around to help them from the outside. \"Duuucheeee.... Leshhhh biiiithe.\" Said Chad, Marcus nodding his head before opening his mouth wide and digging those teeth down against the stubbornly durable surface. As sharp as their teeth were and as aggressively as they bit, they were unable to get a good grip on the membrane. It either slipped out of their maw, or the tension of the surface was enough to prevent them from clamping all the way down: it would have been easier to chomp on a brick.\n\nThe longer they gnashed, bit, nibbled, and tugged, the more air they wasted since they had to keep their mouths open. Their hands gripped against the membranous surface, digging their fingers down while pulling apart to couple with their wanton biting. As they pulled their heads back, their hands pushed forward and vice versa. Here and there, they clawed at the membrane in an outward or downward style while chewing against the surface aggressively. From the outside, the dilation effect made their heads look shrunken and their hands look swollen. The latter was the size of a sedan while the former was as tiny as a baseball.\n\nAll of their efforts showed to be useless, so they pushed away from the membrane to face each other. Now, Marcus's face was a shade of blue whilst Chad's just turned a deep purple. Fear and terror were shared between them, and so they contemplated what should be done next to try and escape. \"Whhrraaach noooowwww?\" asked Chad, his bloated and strained body trembling from both lack of oxygen and a growing sense of dread. At this point, the formerly composed and brainy Marcus pointed straight behind him before conservatively speaking. \"Puuusshhhh opphhooosiiiches...\"\n\nBut before that was done, Chad brought himself close to begrudgingly lock lips with his frat bro and give him some air he desperately needed. There, they were now even. A long exhalation gave the smarty dino enough oxygen to make his blue face transition back to deep purple; buying him a couple more minutes of time. From the outside, it looked like their heads took up much of the bubble's space; the rest of their blobby bodies looked shrunken and shrivelled up in comparison. The sight made their desperate attempt to maintain consciousness looks like a cartoonishly homoromantic situation. Good thing there was nobody around to see it.\n\n\"Fuuuuch, noooh hhoooomoo\" said Chad right after the kiss ended, bringing his hands to his mouth to wipe off the non-extant spittle. Marcus pointed at the membrane once again, a cue to get started. \"Chooommme ooohn... chiiiisss iiishhh ouuurrr laaaashhhhth channnnnnnce...\" Paying close heed to Marcus's garbled and glum words, Chad planted his feet against the bottom surface and tried to heave himself against the membrane. It was hard for him to plant his feet against the slippery surface, but he was able to get enough strength to slam against the surface and make the bubble budge a couple of inches. He tried again, only for his feet to slip from the floor and make himself fall forward and slam his face against the jiggly surface.\n\nBoth of them tapped into their inner sumo to try and thrust their way out of the water. First, they dug their feet onto the floor and pushed against the membrane in the shoulder-charge position. This made the bubble become oblong and ovular in shape, the dilation effect making it look like their bodies were stretched out incredibly wide from the outside; they looked like stretched-out bundles of clay, having taken up so much water that their blubbery build had expanded to freakish proportions. One heave, two heaves, three shoulder heaves were done against the membrane and yet failed to do anything more than make the membrane stretch out and then send the frat-sos hurtling back against each other.\n\nTheir backs slammed against one another, the loud clap from the impact softened by the water. Massive amounts of bubbles were made from their fatty folds striking so strongly, but neither of them was fast enough to clutch at those little sphered to bring toward their mouths. Their blubbery hands failed to get a good grip on them. When it was obvious this was not working, they instead planted their hands and feet against each other and performed a very risky stunt: they vaulted off one another to shoot towards the edges of the bubble.\n\nNow, this was far better than what they did before: their bodies stretching out the membranes far further compared to just pushing themselves against its surface. The bubble was able to stretch out very far, its surface conforming to the shape of their chubby blob bodies to the point that even their fat folds and the edges of their face were carefully defined; it made them look like their physique was shiny or oiled up. It looked like they were about to break through, they were about to break out of this stubborn bubble that was about to claim their lives.\n\nBut then, the bubble rebounded and sent the two dinos right back to each other. The impact from this hit was far greater than the last one, the frat-sos facing each other when their blubbery bodies collided and their faces struck one another. A huge amount of air was expelled from the collision, their manhoods pressing firmly against one another before they descended back down to the floor of the bubble. Shit, that hurt a lot and cost them a huge chunk of air. Their eyes opened up as they stared each other literally blue in the face, quickly getting up for a last-ditch effort to break free from their watery grave to be.\n\nThey took their erections and jabbed them against the surface, hoping that the bellend would be sharp enough to act as a makeshift knife. 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What a killer night yesternight was, all of the weird shit that had happened easily coming off as something out of a fever dream. These two chubby frat dinos ought to tone down the ridiculous antics they were involving themselves in, or else they could end up in situations that they would not be able to crawl out of. Although with what was about to pop off today, Marcus and Chad were going to go way over their heads. They gradually woke up from their deep sleep, the type that usually preceded drinking a full keg of beer and chowing a few pot brownies.

As their visions cleared up and their senses came back, they could see the searing rays of the morning sun radiating down upon them. Such strong heat and brightness that it was a wonder why they had not been awakened earlier. In their periphery, they could see a litany of large, green pillars surrounding all sides. They were so tall and verdant, and they looked like... blades of grass? No, that could not be right. With a big grunt, Chad was the first to curl himself up off the ground while gripping the topside of his head. "Broooo... where the fuck are we?" he asked, scratching at his cranium while Marcus rolled his dirty, sweaty body to the right with a lengthy groan.

"Hell if I know, bruh... man... it's so fucking hot." Neither of them was dressed right now, their blubbery bodies and limp peckers out in the open for all to see, although the only entities that would see them like this were each other and the occasional ant from afar. They got up to a stand, reaching behind themselves to pat all of the dirt and sand that got up their asses and underneath their folds. "Shit, I really could use a bath right now... got dirt everywhere." Remarked Chad. "Dude, it's up my ass... Were we mud fighting or something?" They then swiped the sweat off of their faces and looked straight ahead.

Between humongous pillars of green blades was a vast expanse of sand, arid land that was coarse against the feet and hot to boot. What a bad time it was to wake up without any footwear. Further in the distance, they could make out a humongous hill that went above the forest of blades. "Dude, I do not see our house anywhere... no cars, no roads... nothing but sand and freakishly big grass." Marcus had a strong look of disbelief on his face when taking it all in. "You think this is all a dream and if we pinch hard enough, we'll end up back in our crib?" followed Chad, sauntering his nude and chubby ass over to his buddy.

They did not hesitate to test it out, Marcus being the first to pinch tightly at Chad's left cheek. The sting was sharp, the dino grunting in pain before gripping that hand and pushing it off. The same was done to Marcus's nose, the chubby Saurus grabbing at the wrist with both hands while groaning from his sensitive snout getting pinched. "Ay! Fuuuck!" Angrily, the pinched dino heaved Chad off before gripping at his own nose to fix it back into place. Hitting the ground with a loud thud, the disillusioned frat-so realized the grim reality of their situation. "Bro... this is real... we're really lost here... shit..."

Neither of them knew what to do in this strange, intimidating land, but they knew that they could not just wait here and hope someone would come to save them. They started to move, going between blades of grass in the buff while being on the lookout for any signs of shelter or protection from the sweltering rays of the sun. "Man, I really wish we had shoes on. Feeling the sand on my soles is causing me pain." Chad took a moment to look at the sole of his right foot, grimacing at how calloused it looked already. "Don't be a fucking pussy, man. The sooner we get outta here, the sooner we can wash our feet like we're bitches in a sauna." Replied Marcus with a menacing snarl.

That was enough to quiet the frat-so up, at least up until they were nearing the massive hill. It was a gigantic mound, so big that going around it would take hours. Going straight through would be much faster but would entail having to trudge up much of the hill and deal with the heated sand against their blubbery, sweaty bodies. "Yooo, I don't wanna go up there, man." Said Chad, bringing his right hand up to visor his vision when nodding upward. "It's gonna be killer to climb all that shit..." His friend's doubts did nothing to convince Marcus to go the long and circular route. "Bro, it's gonna take way longer if we walk around. You boasted about being able to handle hard shit, well prove it now. Come with me up this rock."

A deep huff was given before shaking his head, Chad begrudging the idea of having to go up what seemed to be a dangerous hill. But his pride was more important, so he pointed his left index finger at his frat-bro with a vicious snarl. "You're right. I'll show this hill whose boss and you'll be begging me to carry you on my back by the time we're halfway up." Plodding his way upward at a fast pace, Marcus followed not long after. "Now that's the spirit, man. We gonna pull through this shit together." Said Marcus with a big smirk on his face.

Having to deal with the heat emanating from the coarse sand and the steep incline further up meant they had to get on all fours halfway up and carefully crawl their way up. Having all that sand against their hands, forearms, and legs made them afraid of the potential slip up, either dino looking behind themselves to watch some of the rocks tumble down and down and down for what seemed like an eternity. "Fuuuuuuck. Why the fuck did I have to listen to your dumb ass? This shit's not worth it... God Damn it." Chad shouted with insecurity easy to determine in his voice. "You better not think of turning back now, pussy ass bitch!" Angrily replied Marcus, slapping some nearby sand to hit against his face.

Fortunately, the doubtful frat-so did not lose his grip when the sand hit his sweaty visage. He simply coughed a few times and then responded by flipping the bird with his left hand. "You asshole! I could have lost my grip just now! Fuck!" The two stared off at each other with a menacing glare sustained, but then they piped down and resumed their upward climb. Their breathing became more laboured and pacing, more laborious as they closed the top. "We're almost there, bro. Just a bit more... Just a bit more..."

Finally making it to the top, the fatigued fatsos relaxed their nude bodies against the sand while panting for air. They were able to see straight ahead that there was a hole in a mound, an entryway that they mistook for the mouth of a volcano. "You think we should go inside?" Asked Chad, pointing at the hole with his right hand. "It's a volcano, man. You go in there, you're gonna fall into some lava. Don't be dumb." And just like that, they avoided a grim fate where they would get eaten by ants. Once they were ready, they circumvented the rim to move to the other side.

It was there that they could see something that brought surprise and awe to their sweaty faces. A large body of water awaited them beyond the hill, the reflection of the sky shimmering from its surface. "Ohhhhh man. Water! Fuck yeah!" Shouted Chad, who decided not to go down the hill gently. Instead, he curled up into a ball and rolled forward to let gravity do the work for him. Watching his formerly defeated friend tumble down the hill like a boulder, Marcus had a shocked and worried look on his face. "YOU DUMBASS! YOU CAN GET YOURSELF KILLED!"

Rather than follow his friend's example, Marcus quickly strode downward before leaning back and gripping the sand with his hands and feet to slide the rest of the way down. Thank goodness that his dino hide was thick, else the downward slide would have been agonizing for him. Down below, his friend eventually rolled right into the puddle. Great relief hit him when the water engulfed his messy and sweaty body, a delighted sigh being released from him after his head resurfaced. "Ohhhh yeaaah! I've been needing this!"  The happy dino then nodded his head down to take a huge sip of the water. Thank goodness that the water was not salty.

Coming down from the mound, Marcus rushed over into the water to get all the dirt and grime off his chubby body. "You idiot! You could have kidded yourself rolling down like that... Ahhhhh!" And now, they were both inside the oasis beyond the hill. This was made as the result of yesterday's thunderstorm that flooded much of the ground. The heat and sunlight were able to evaporate much of the water, leaving only this little puddle. They both drank a huge helping of water to quench their thirst, happily swimming around to eliminate all the heat they accumulated before now. "Thank God there's water. I was ready to keel over and die from heatstroke." Said Chad.

"You could have easily broken your neck or tear a big gash when you barrelled down the hill, bro," commented Marcus, rubbing his soaked scalp to clean the dirt off his skin. "Dude, stop being such a prude. You think way too much, man. I made it down just fine, and that's all that matters." Was the frat-saurus' reply, slapping his right hand against the water to send some of it over to Marcus. "That type of attitude's gonna get you killed because you ain't gonna think about what you're about to do." As candid as his words were, Chad paid no mind in favor of diving deep into the water.

Rising up later on, he was met with Marcus pointing his right index finger to him. "If you can't think for yourself, I'll do the thinking for you. That's the only way we gonna make it through this place." After a delayed stare at his brainy frat bro, Chad spits the water at his face before laughing. "Ahahahaha! Sure thing. That means less work for me to do." And with that, they both spent a good while relaxing and swimming in the puddle. Often, they intentionally collided against each other to have their blubbery bodies and dangly dicks hit one another. They splashed at each other's faces or used their hands to "shoot" water like they had a water pistol.

Soon enough, it was time to get back going. Exiting the puddle from the east side, the dinos looked around to see if there was something they could use to dry up. After they stretched out, their eyes moved around and were about to look for something that could make a good makeshift towel. "Hmn... Maybe those leaves up there'd work?" Asked Chad, pointing up at a leaf jutting from the ground. It was high enough to loom over the very hill that they had previously climbed, and the little hairs on the stalk would make climbing it ease compared to before. "That oughta feel smooth on our asses, so yeah, let's use that." They head on over to climb their way up the stalk so as to reach the leaf.

When they made it to the leaf and looked around, they could see a good distance ahead of themselves. Even though there were more giant blades of grass down the way, they could also make out the outline of a building way ahead. Maybe that was their home? "Ohhh, duuuude. I think I can see our house over there..." Chad scratched the back of his scalp when following those words up. "Yo, you're smarter than I took you for. Sorry for being an asshole and ignoring your advice." This was enough to make Marcus's face light up with a smug grin, having not heard such praise in a long time. "Glad you can see things as they should be. That's why we're friends."  He patted Chad's back right after saying it, the two chuckling at each other.

"You think that we got shrunk into this size and can grow back?" Asked Chad, pointing down at the leaf they were on. "I dunno. If it is, we should be able to find a way back to normal once we're home... Or maybe we're still dreaming and we need more than pinching to get outta it." Walking their way over to the middle of the leaf, Chad reached down to grasp at the soft and smooth flesh of the greenery, oblivious to the fact that there was a large droplet of water dangling off the tip of a grass blade looming over the leaf. "Sweet. We will be back home in no ti-AUUGH!"

That big droplet had just fallen from the leaf, hitting Chad just as Marcus was coming over to help him rip apart the leaf. The impact was so strong that it sent the latter backward, the chubby dino rolling over the edge and dropping down to the ground from far below. What was only a few inches worth of distance felt like a drop from a skyscraper, the fat folds of the frat-so jiggling and shimmying in the wind as he dropped downward? Facing the sky throughout the fall, Marcus was terrified that the drop would be fatal for a fatty like him. All of that extra weight could easily break his bones and crush his organs from this distance, after all.

Colliding with the ground in a loud and booming thud, a big cloud of dust was created from the impact. "UUMF!" Said the felled dino, closing his eyes tightly when his blubbery body slammed into the hard surface. Everything turned black for him briefly, they hit more than enough to knock him out. The cloud that formed around him gradually dissipated in the next couple of minutes, and only then did he come back. Wearily opening his eyes in a near-perfect repeat of how he and his friend first woke up, a pained grunt was coupled with the blurry vision of a fuzzy green silhouette from up high. "Uhhmmn... Maaaaaaannn...."

Gradually, his vision refocused before he realized what he was looking at: the leaf that he was pushed off of by something, but what was it? Big pain afflicted his noggin as he curled his back off the ground, reaching up with his right hand to gently pat at his scalp. "Fuuuuuuck, that huuuuurt..."  Slow to stand up, he wiggled his arms and legs around to feel if anything was broken, and thankfully, he was okay. "Damn, my ass." He was still aching badly from such a great fall, reaching behind himself to grab at his enormous bum that cushioned the drop.

Laboring to pat all of the dirt and detritus of his folds with a disgruntled expression on his face, he started looking around to see where his fellow dino was. "Chad?" He did not seem to fall alongside him, or if he did, he had already gone elsewhere. No, that did not make sense. For sure, his buddy would have woken him up and made sure he was okay if he saw what had happened. "Bro, where are you?" Now cleaned of all the dust and dirt from his body, he started to walk around to see where his thicker-skulled friend could be. "Yo, if you're hiding, it ain't funny. Come out, man..."

A response was given, a very muffled and garbled response that Marcus could barely hear. It sounded like someone trying to speak underwater. "Mmmrmrrgh!" Confused as to who made that sound, the lone dino turned left and right and then did a 360 to try and pinpoint its source. "Chad?" Another strange cry, this one even longer than the last, made Marcus realize that its source was situated from up high. Squinting his eyes and bringing his right hand up to act as a visor, he was able to see an odd discoloration from the underside of the leaf: a grey dot with a black silhouette of a frat-so flailing around as if stuck in a bubble... wait a minute.

First confused toward the sight, a strong sense of dread affected Marcus. It could not be, could it? Even though his arms and legs were aching from taking a big fall, his desire to reach his friend overrode the pain when he rushed over to the stem of the leaf. "Marcus?! Hold on!" Once he made it there, he hustled up faster than he did the first time he climbed with his dino buddy. His chubby frame became drenched in sweat as he progressed, heavy and pained panting emerging from the terrified dino that hoped those sounds he was hearing did not mean what he thought it meant.

"Nmmmmh! Mmmhhhrrgh!" The further he progressed up, the louder and crisper those gurgling, muffled sounds became, and the easier it was for him to know that they were Chad's. A part of Marcus wanted to stop climbing and return to where he hit the ground, hoping that all of this was just a hallucination caused by a nasty concussion. But another part of this panting and aching frat-so knew that if he did not finish the climb, he would regret it forever. "Hold on, Chad! I am almost there... I'm almost there!" Desperately fighting through the fatigue and pain that was making this trek along the stem ever harder, the blobby dino worked himself out harder than he ever did in his life. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest and his joints ready to give at any moment. The amount of exertion being had here could easily break a chubby dino like him down.

By the time he had made it back to the top, he immediately fell face-first onto the green and started coughing and gagging strongly. "Fuuuuck! Aaaaahhh Shiiiit!" He may have lost ten pounds from this upward sprint, maybe more. Once more, he lost his sense of reality as the strain and stress from his hasty rush weighed him down more than every last grain of sand in that giant hill ever could. He laid on his stomach, panting feverishly while a little puddle of his own swat formed upon the green surface of the leaf. "Oh, man... My arms... my legs... my ass... my everything... Mff... I really gotta work out more... this is so embarrassing."

His attention was brought back to what he came here for, hearing a strong, desperate cry not too far from where he was. "GRRAAARRRRWWRYYYY!" Slowly straightening his head while remaining like a plank on the leaf, what the exhausted frat-so saw made his pupils dilate and his sweaty face turns pale. His friend was now inside the water droplet, Chad shimmying his arms and legs while suspended in the bubble. From this distance, the sunlight's refraction off the water bubble made it look like his head took up the majority of the sphere: the remainder of his body being a little stub in comparison. "Chad..." Marcus's response was very faint, loaded with disbelief at the dreadful fate that succumbed to his dino bro.

The captive's ruby cheeks were puffed out, a terrified look on his distorted face when he realized what had happened to him. Were this any other moment in their lives, Marcus would have considered this to be very funny especially due to how the bubble makes his friend look. But this was no laughing matter, not with how long his frat-so of a buddy had been trapped in that bubble. Against the intense exhaustion and pain that came with rushing over here, Marcus pushed himself up off the puddle of sweat and crawled toward the bubble at first. A few paces later, he transitioned to a pained sprint. Rushing on over to his captive friend, Marcus shouted aloud. "CHAD! ARE YOU OKAY?"

He was not, the poor fellow was gripping the edge of the bubble in an attempt to punch through. He lacked the strength to do so, at best only able to make the surface of the droplet bulge a short distance. During this, the light refraction made it look like his arms and legs were spindly and thin, like long strands of spaghetti. The inclusion of this droplet made the leaf angle downward, not enough to unbalance the dinos but enough to have it so that if they looked to the north, they would see the ground down below. "Herrullh, mrrrhffff." Shouted the brainless dino stuck inside, feebly clawing at the edge of the droplet to try and breakthrough.

Seeing how helpless his formerly abusive frat bro was, Marcus started to help. He started off by punching at the water to try and get the bubble to break, pivoting with each punch for extra strength. While the impact was not enough to break through the bubble, it was enough to affect the poor dino stuck inside. The first blow bent the surface enough that Marcus's fist hit the drowning Chad's head; making him flip back multiple times over before reaching the other end of the bubble. Embarrassed at what he had just done, Marcus's chubby face flushed while looking at his hands before seeing his friend giving out middle fingers in response. "Brewww ashhhooolll!" The visual distortion of the bubble made it look like his hands were five times larger than they really were, the middle fingers stretching up to the top of the bubble.

Next, he attempted to claw through the water by tightly gripping at it to tear the surface apart. He could never get a good grip on the surface, since it was too slippery. He could get a firm hold to start, digging deep indentations into the water's surface only to slip when he started pulling apart. The longer he tried, the more aggressive he was with his clawing. If only he had bothered to sharpen his talons instead of leaving them dull, he could easily pierce through and free his buddy. "Fuck... come on... fuck... why can't I get a good grip?"

Swimming back over to his side of the bubble, Chad joined in gripping and clawing the bubble. Even when they linked hands together, the slippery surface made their grip slip apart. This was getting bad, rage filled Chad's chubby face when he saw how futile these efforts were. "Mufffrerfrrrukherr. Hellllphh mmhhfff!" Frantically clawing at the inner side of the bubble, little air bubbles emerged from the corners of his mouth as the drowning frat bro feared for his life. It was at this point that his bulbous cheeks turned from red to purple, the bubbles looking far larger than they really were thanks to the refraction effect. Not wanting his friend to waste his energy in one go, Marcus shouted aloud. "CALM DOWN! You're going to drown early if you keep that up..."

The response to such common sense was to punch through the bubble with such force that it ended up hitting the frat-dino in his stomach. The hit was not enough to make him reel back, it was more than sufficient to make him cease his groping of the bubble. "Frrruuukh youuufff. Hrrreeelp mmmmfff!" Oh boy, the drowning dino continued to claw and fist at the bubble despite the sound advice given. Turning around to look around the leaf for anything useful, he paced frantically while grumbling to himself. "Why is this happening? Why me? Why us? Fuck fuck fuck!"

Turning his head left and right, giving a few double takes here and there, Marcus was glancing all over the leaf to consider what he could use to his advantage. He wandered all the way over to its edge on the right side, where he could see some especially sharp rocks and massively tall blades of grass. Perhaps he could bite off pieces of the grass to use for cutting through the bubble, but that would mean having to go all the way back down, struggle to rip out a piece, and then carry it all the way back up while his friend continued to drown. Meanwhile, the confused dino was flailing his arms and legs while centering himself in the bubble. The refracting light made it look like his torso occupied most of the bubble, his blubbery belly impossibly bloated in appearance. "Brrrruuuwww... Thhheeee ffhhuuuuchhh zhuuuu dooorrnnnff?"

It took all of a few seconds to decide that it was not worth going back down to retrieve something. So, the frantic dino turned around and nodded his head down to see if there was anything on the leaf he could find. The franticness and worry that clouded his mind right now made his body tremble with fear, knowing that if there was nothing to be found here than he was essentially fucked. "Come on... Come on... there gotta be... oh... Oh thank fuck." He was able to see that there were some grains of sand that were strewn around. The size of his fist, these rigid grains were transported by ants before later on being dropped here as excess.

Rushing over to the nearest rock, he picked it up with both hands and doubled back to the bubble. Here, he brought the stone over and behind his head before hammering it down against the surface as strongly as his chubby body could. Marcus's hopes for breaking the bubble were shattered when, instead, the rock was absorbed into the bubble and hit Chad in the forehead. Klph! Plng! The blow was strong enough to make his eyes close sharply, a heavy amount of air leaving his mouth in the form of a stream of bubbles; as well as a trail of blood coming from his nostrils. Whoops. The bubble warbled and rippled from the impact, making the distorted vision of Chad shimmy in a snaky pattern; sort of like how a funhouse mirror if mirror was fluid and constantly wavered.

Grasping at the injury on his noggin with both hands, Chad's eyes opened to angrily look over at his assailant. From his end, the drowning frat-so appeared wide enough to cover the entire diameter of the bubble. "OOOOFFFH! VHROUH ASSSHHHHOLLLLL!" Angrily grabbing the rock with both hands, he flung it back at his useless friend in an attempt to hit him back. But the water ensured that it only travelled a couple of feet downward before floating idly in place. Water physics can be such a huge pain in the ass to deal with.

As embarrassing as that was, Marcus's resolve to help his friend remained strong. Moving to a few more grains on the leaf, he grabbed the rocks and gathered them right before the bubble in preparation for a different type of approach. Picking up a rock with each hand, he threw them with all his strength at a short distance. His years playing baseball as the pitcher may come in handy right here, but even with the incredible speed he was able to pitch those stones, they either bounced off of the bubble or, like the first one, got absorbed inside. Bloop. Bleep. Blop-clank. The sounds of the rocks bouncing off the bubble and hitting the leaf or each other. The determined dino-bro picked those rocks back up to pitch them again, and again, and again: becoming more embarrassed and determined with each toss.

Whenever the rocks struck the bubble, it jimmied and warbled in a way that made the distorted image of Chad shake in place. His massive stomach jiggled and wiggled for the first rock, then his bubble-filling head, and then his gigantic, blubbery ass shimmied. Were it not for the direness of this situation, Marcus would have broken out in heavy laughter and rolled on the floor. Instead, he held his breath and bit his tongue to fight the urge to laugh. "Ffffrrruuuch... ishhhh noooooch weeeerrrrrkhiiiinnng." Shouted the wiggling and rolling Chad, his body rolling in the water from the force of those rocks hitting. He flinched with each impact, fearing that one of them could pierce through the membrane and hit him just like before. "Come on... for fuck sake... break apart... break already!" shouted the annoyed Marcus as he kept on tossing those stones.

Seven rocks later, Marcus's arms were getting sore with all the pitching and tossing. Schwop! Schlurp! Bhrulp! These were the sounds the rocks made when going inside. This time, Chad was able to fend himself from the rocks by curling up into a ball and shielding his face with his arms. They still were able to make strong impacts against him, sending him to one corner of the bubble or another. His blubbery dino body rolled on an odd axis from one stone or did rapid somersaults from another. One of them had struck against his dick, which was fully erect from the terror experienced from being stuck in this bubble. Instinctively, he reached down with both hands to grasp at his fat, dino phallus which looked thrice as big thanks to the visual dilation happening outside the bubble. Even under this much strain, there was a notable embarrassment in his voice.

"BRUUUUFFH! THHISH NOOOCH WOOORKKHIIINFFF!" Gripping the last two with each hand, Marcus started hammering away at the surface of the bubble. Laboured breaths and pained grunts were belted as the stones feebly hit the shiny surface of the bubble. Those rocks bounced off every time they made contact, sometimes far enough to rebound and hit Marcus in the face. It hit with a strong crack, giving him a taste of the accidental mistreatment he caused his friend not too long ago. His face got tarnished with his own blood, a couple of loud sneezes happening before wiping the blood and snot using his left forearm.

"FUCK! That hurt," shouted him, rubbing his hand against his face when the stone struck his nozzle. Taking delight at the self-injury the frat-so caused, Chad shone his teeth and pointed his right index finger at the bleeding buddy. The dilation effect made his face far bigger than it really was, his toothy grin stretching from side to side. Amazing that even with his face being a deep purple, this dino still had it in him to laugh and waste even more bubbles. "Mffmfmfmfmfmfmfmfhhh!" Seeing the captive bro take humor in his pain made Marcus angry, gritting his teeth while clutching his fists. "ASSHOLE! I'M TRYING TO BREAK YOU OUT!"

That reminder was more than sufficient to end his underwater chuckling, Chad waving his massively magnetized hands in apology before bringing his focus elsewhere. "Immmf Sooorrrreeh!" Sneezing out some blood from his nostrils, Marcus continued rubbing and stroking his nose with his arm. "You better be, asshole..." The captive of the bubble took two rocks of his own and attempted to strike the inner surface. But doing this underwater was even more difficult due to the greater pushback water gave. Poor Chad struggled to make the surface bulge by even a few inches, exhausting himself within seconds. Releasing his grip against the rocks to let them float around, the distortions of his image cleared up when he pressed himself against the bubble's surface to plead aloud. "ITH SHHNOOOOT VHHRRRKHHNNNNFF!"

Oh God, how purple his face had become. His buddy had been struggling for so long inside of that bubble, and who knew how much longer he had before he finally lost conscience? Fuck, it was time for some desperate measures. Given how everything else he threw at the bubble had eventually gotten absorbed, he really did not want to do what he was about to do, but what other choice did he have? "Bro, brace yourself. I'm gonna tackle!" Shouted Marcus, pacing himself backward to create the needed distance. Spreading his legs apart and getting into a low squat.

Chad was now too desperate to even heed his friend's warning and brace himself, keeping himself pressed against the surface of the bubble facing Marcus. His glimmering eyes were filled with fright and despair and regret forever ignoring his smartass friend, hoping that what he was about to do would get him out of this obnoxiously durable bubble. The dilation effect of the bubble made the upper half of his head enormous, giving him the look of a whimpering puppy with how huge they'd been upsized.  Marcus had never seen such desperation and helplessness from his friend, not even when he was hospitalized for breaking his arm during a football game.  "Hrrroohhh booooih!" Shouted Chad, not believing what his dino bro was about to do.

After taking a deep breath, Marcus shouted aloud "HERE I COME!" before sprinting as fast as his chubby legs could bring him. He moved faster than he did during his days as a quarterback, his teeth gritted and a dogged determination in his eyes. He was going to bust him out of this bubble even if it cost him his own life. In the seconds leading up to impact, Chad had moved in a way that made the distortion effect of the bubble enlarge his length and balls. It looked like his junk took up most of the bubble's space. The idea of getting a face full of his friend's schlong was going to be quite the challenge for her.

Once near the bubble, he leaped forward to lunge out. His hands were pointing straight, expecting the force and weight of his body to pierce the membrane and allow the water to dissipate. Instead, he collided with Chad whilst entering the sphere of water. Their nude bodies smooshed against one another, the two instinctively clinging to each other as they rolled vertically several times over. Their lengths pressed against one another, grinding around and about as they desperately clung against each other. The inclusion of Marcus made the bubble expand vastly, accumulating enough weight to make the leaf bend down just enough to allow the sphere to start rolling off.

When things settled inside and they stopped spinning, Marcus pushed himself off of his struggling bro to take in his surroundings. Oh, shit. His lunge did not work. Now, they were both stuck in here. Once his senses were reoriented, he was able to see Chad's face was now a deep shade of blue. Crap, any longer, and his buddy will drown. Not wanting that to happen, Marcus did what would usually be despised as gay and disgusting by either of them. He planted his lips against those of Chad, blowing air right into that blueberry face of his. While this might have cost him precious air that he could use to stay alive, saving his friend was far too important.

Gradually, Chad's blue face turned to a deep purple, and from there, a tomato red. As gay and humiliating as that was, getting that load of air bought Chad a couple more minutes of life. Still, he pushed away with a notable blush on his face when clasping his mouth with his hands. Marcus had a smug grin on his face, returning to his serious look when pointing over at the membrane of the bubble "Weee gokhaaa bweeaaaakkhh ouuuuch." They then started swimming around and about, trying to push at the interior surface of the bubble in various angles. Attempting to punch opposite ends of the surface, first with their bare hands and then with the rocks that got absorbed in the bubble, they were not able to stop the rolling of the bubble nor break out.

Further and further the bubble rolled down to the frontmost tip of the leaf, the droplet drooping beneath the space for a short amount of time. Flabbergasted, both dinos looked at the blurry visage of the ground far below. At this great height, the bubble might burst when hitting the sand. But would they make it out, okay? There was a good chance that the force of gravity could break them just as easily as it could break the bubble. And so, both buddies clung against each other for dear life. Frightened looks and grist teeth combined with abundant trembling from both of them. "Ooommmmf phuuuck."

It finally fell, the bubble of water rapidly dropping toward the mound they previously climbed. Had the leaf been a bit larger, it could have landed on the ground before the hill with enough kinetic energy to make it burst and free the dinos. But sadly, this was not the case. The drop ended abruptly when the bubble hit the surface of the hill. The trapped buddies hit against the bottom of the bubble before smacking each other unintentionally, Marcus slamming his face against Chad's pudgy ass before bouncing off. The bubble, still fully intact, quickly rolled down the hill. This made the two roll violently alongside its surface, smacking against each other here and there.

Marcus's belly met Chad's face, Chad's cock met Marcus's cheek, and their asses hit against each other. All of the inadvertent bumping and grinding was so embarrassing, but what was even worse was the rocks they were colliding with during the descent. "Fuuuch, Fuuuch, Fuuuuch. Immmf gettthhhhinnn siiiiich!" Shouted Marcus after being spun around and twisted dozens of times. "Ommmmph... Iiiich doomf wannnfff chuuur dei." Followed Chad, amazingly still conscious despite all of the spinning and colliding he had to endure for the past few minutes. This rapid tumbling and colliding persisted before the sphere finished its descent, still intact on the floor of the hill despite grinding against so many jagged stones. This was becoming comedic at this point, and these dinos would have laughed if they were watching all of this as a TV show.

But this was not a show: this was their lives, about to be tragically ended by the water of all things. Their chubby bodies continued to roll in the bubble and collide against each other, their girthy penises grinding against each other's stomachs and back during several of those collisions. Once things slowed down and they got their bearings straight, they looked around to see that they were no longer on the leaf. They were at the foot of the massive hill they had trekked over. The only difference was that they would not be able to climb back up and neither the sun nor the heat would be able to rescue them from their watery prison in time.

"Shhhhheeeeeeccchh!" said Marcus, wading himself back over to his friend after giving a long look around to see where they were and noting that nobody else was around. If only one little ant was alerted of their presence and went to their bubble, it could use its sharp mandibles to break the water droplet apart. But sadly, the few ants that did emerge from the top of the anthill only snooped around the rim before diving back in. They were able to detect foreigners in their territory, but they were unable to pick up their scent because of the water droplet that subsumed the both of them. Even if they did find them, those ants would have just fed them to their queen.

Swimming on over to his thick-skulled friend, Marcus gripped Chad's hands with a strong sense of urgency. Wreeee grroonnaa hrrravv chuuu wooorkh toogeverrr?" Seeing the seriousness in his frat bro's purple-tinctured face, Chad nodded his head quietly before squeezing his hands. "Ooookheeeeeh." With that, they turned around and waded to the northern side of the bubble. Here, they clutched their hands into fists and started punching at the membrane as hard as they could. From the outside, the refraction of light made it appear that their stomachs were far bigger than they were, filling up the entire space of the bubble. Pushing against the strong resistance that the water had, they were one-two punching the membrane harder than they hit each other during a backyard wrestling match. Determined, angry looks in their eyes coupled with big snarls on their faces, their knuckles bulging the membrane out by a foot or two before the tension rebounded their strikes.

On and on and on they punched at the surface, their blows becoming weaker and slower as the strain built on. Little bubbles emerged from their mouths as the compounding stress and fatigue wore on them. They then stopped, resting their palms against the membrane before looking at one another. It would be bad to give up now, especially since nobody was around to help them from the outside. "Duuucheeee.... Leshhhh biiiithe." Said Chad, Marcus nodding his head before opening his mouth wide and digging those teeth down against the stubbornly durable surface. As sharp as their teeth were and as aggressively as they bit, they were unable to get a good grip on the membrane. It either slipped out of their maw, or the tension of the surface was enough to prevent them from clamping all the way down: it would have been easier to chomp on a brick.

The longer they gnashed, bit, nibbled, and tugged, the more air they wasted since they had to keep their mouths open. Their hands gripped against the membranous surface, digging their fingers down while pulling apart to couple with their wanton biting. As they pulled their heads back, their hands pushed forward and vice versa. Here and there, they clawed at the membrane in an outward or downward style while chewing against the surface aggressively. From the outside, the dilation effect made their heads look shrunken and their hands look swollen. The latter was the size of a sedan while the former was as tiny as a baseball.

All of their efforts showed to be useless, so they pushed away from the membrane to face each other. Now, Marcus's face was a shade of blue whilst Chad's just turned a deep purple. Fear and terror were shared between them, and so they contemplated what should be done next to try and escape. "Whhrraaach noooowwww?" asked Chad, his bloated and strained body trembling from both lack of oxygen and a growing sense of dread. At this point, the formerly composed and brainy Marcus pointed straight behind him before conservatively speaking. "Puuusshhhh opphhooosiiiches..."

But before that was done, Chad brought himself close to begrudgingly lock lips with his frat bro and give him some air he desperately needed. There, they were now even. A long exhalation gave the smarty dino enough oxygen to make his blue face transition back to deep purple; buying him a couple more minutes of time. From the outside, it looked like their heads took up much of the bubble's space; the rest of their blobby bodies looked shrunken and shrivelled up in comparison. The sight made their desperate attempt to maintain consciousness looks like a cartoonishly homoromantic situation. Good thing there was nobody around to see it.

"Fuuuuch, noooh hhoooomoo" said Chad right after the kiss ended, bringing his hands to his mouth to wipe off the non-extant spittle. Marcus pointed at the membrane once again, a cue to get started. "Chooommme ooohn... chiiiisss iiishhh ouuurrr laaaashhhhth channnnnnnce..." Paying close heed to Marcus's garbled and glum words, Chad planted his feet against the bottom surface and tried to heave himself against the membrane. It was hard for him to plant his feet against the slippery surface, but he was able to get enough strength to slam against the surface and make the bubble budge a couple of inches. He tried again, only for his feet to slip from the floor and make himself fall forward and slam his face against the jiggly surface.

Both of them tapped into their inner sumo to try and thrust their way out of the water. First, they dug their feet onto the floor and pushed against the membrane in the shoulder-charge position. This made the bubble become oblong and ovular in shape, the dilation effect making it look like their bodies were stretched out incredibly wide from the outside; they looked like stretched-out bundles of clay, having taken up so much water that their blubbery build had expanded to freakish proportions. One heave, two heaves, three shoulder heaves were done against the membrane and yet failed to do anything more than make the membrane stretch out and then send the frat-sos hurtling back against each other.

Their backs slammed against one another, the loud clap from the impact softened by the water. Massive amounts of bubbles were made from their fatty folds striking so strongly, but neither of them was fast enough to clutch at those little sphered to bring toward their mouths. Their blubbery hands failed to get a good grip on them. When it was obvious this was not working, they instead planted their hands and feet against each other and performed a very risky stunt: they vaulted off one another to shoot towards the edges of the bubble.

Now, this was far better than what they did before: their bodies stretching out the membranes far further compared to just pushing themselves against its surface. The bubble was able to stretch out very far, its surface conforming to the shape of their chubby blob bodies to the point that even their fat folds and the edges of their face were carefully defined; it made them look like their physique was shiny or oiled up. It looked like they were about to break through, they were about to break out of this stubborn bubble that was about to claim their lives.

But then, the bubble rebounded and sent the two dinos right back to each other. The impact from this hit was far greater than the last one, the frat-sos facing each other when their blubbery bodies collided and their faces struck one another. A huge amount of air was expelled from the collision, their manhoods pressing firmly against one another before they descended back down to the floor of the bubble. Shit, that hurt a lot and cost them a huge chunk of air. Their eyes opened up as they stared each other literally blue in the face, quickly getting up for a last-ditch effort to break free from their watery grave to be.

They took their erections and jabbed them against the surface, hoping that the bellend would be sharp enough to act as a makeshift knife. All of it was hopeless, the chubby dinos either tripping onto the surface or bouncing back. They ended up on all fours against the bottom of the droplet, no longer able to transfer air into each other's mouths since they were too low on oxygen. Their cheeks no longer bulged, and their faces were at the deepest shade of blue yet.

Crying out of despair, Marcus's tears were absorbed into the water when the hopelessness of their situation became clear. Chad felt the same, continually pounding his right fist against the center of the membranous floor. They sobbed, moaned into the water, and despaired over their hopelessness. Standing upright on their knees to face each other, a whole array of regrets and remorse could be seen in each other's eyes. The longer they gazed, the more their horror and helplessness turned into calmness and resignation.

They paced toward each other, tightly winding their arms against each other to incept a tight and loving hug. Their big bellies compressed against each other, their lengths were symmetrically docked, and they showed a strong level of brotherly love they have never shown before. Slowly rocking each other and stroking one another's back, they closed their eyes while the last of their stamina was depleted. When they were found by the ants an hour later after the sun had evaporated the droplet, they were still tightly holding one another. And just like that, the miniature dinos were now extinct.
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