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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "First off, thank you for reading my story. I have over 500. Around 400 which will be published on various sites in a quick and whirlwind fashion. Please like, comment, or share my stories wherever you want. Anything is better than nothing. But do follow if you like my writing. There is so much more to come! Second, I do commissions and this is like 4 years of backlog. They are not edited, they have shit for blurb, no book cover, no REAL title, and the tags are shit. If you are interested in doing any of these things so that I can put it into a main file and distribute the blurb, better tags, or book covers and stuff, please reach out, or put it into the comments section. If I present better, I will have more clients in a segregated category and thus will be able to write more of these unique individualized kinks. Equally so, editor needed. Now, I know what your thinking--- WHY am I not doing this myself? 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\n\nIt was a boring Saturday night at Marcus's household on Zebble Street. The two college juniors already went through two beers and four hours of Killer Kroc's on the Gamemaster 3. Typically, these two anthropomorphic dinosaurs would have a great night by partying or getting high or bringing some girls over, but tonight was one of those lazy nights. They are bad at dealing with lazy nights because they will get bored enough to do stupid things much like what they had decided to do around midnight. These tall, beefy chubby dinos wandered into their den to take out the latest thing that Chad purchased from the local Gizmo Shop: a bubblemaster 10000.\nIt was just another competition. One of many. These competitions usually devolved into big measuring contests and then, well, other contests that might be vaguely considered homosexual to homophobic geared people.\nNothing gay about who could last the longest getting a hand job from their frenemy.\nDressed only in their tight-fitting spandex undies in preparation for what they planned to do with the machine, the forest green-skinned Chad spoke out. \"I haven't used this baby yet, so lemme take out the instruction manual and see how to set it up.\"\nThe grayish-skinned Marcus reached over to grab at his own crotch, rubbing his length through the spandex, \"Bro, I can't fucking wait to start fucking bubbles. This night's been soooooooo booooooring. Show you how to pop them fuckers. Real women like a man who can thrust.\"\nBoth of them chuckled, Chad pulling the doors open to pull out the large machine. \"Not as many as me, dude. Imma pop these bitches with my cock.\"\n\"Yeah, whatevers brah. Your needle dick is finally an advantage.\"\nStanding at five feet tall and weighing half a ton, this state-of-the-art machine was powered by a 10 Kilovolt battery and required Grade X bubble mix. Everything cost several thousand dollars, but it was money well spent.\n\"Maaaan, this thing looks so freaky... god, look at the dials.\" Chad knelt down on one leg, seeing the many switches and the big dial located on the bottom left side.\nReading quickly through the manual, Marcus nodded his head here and there at the instructions he skimmed through. \"Uh huh... uh huh... So, just pour the bubble mix into the filler hole on the back, turn the switch on, and crank the dial uuuuup. Got it, let's go!\"\n\n\nTaking a large tub of bubble mix, Chad brought it over to the back of the machine while his buddy unscrewed the cap. From there, he tipped the container over to pour that extra-durable bubble juice into the spout. The strong aroma of lavender and roses wafted over to their nostrils, both fellows sniffing that sweet scent with joy. \"Ohhhhh man, this is gonna be soooo much fun.\" Commented Chad, an erection starting to form underneath his undies just thinking about how many bubbles he was going to pierce with his length. But truly, it was the competition that really got him going. Shit, he was pretty much hard from playing Killer Kroc's.\n\"Fuck yeah, I bet it'll be better than the bitches we bent over in Betty's party last week.\"\n\"Don't be frontin' brah, you know you got off because you were watching me pound that bitch to oblivion.\"\nOnce all of the mix was inside of the machine, the container was tossed aside, the cap on the bubble-tank was closed firmly, and the machine was guided to the middle of the room. Chad pushed the heavy party-contraption with a smug grin on his face, rubbing his massive erection against the machine's surface. \"Ah, fuck, I'm already rock hard, man. These bubbles won't last against me.\"\nAfter wheeling it over, they went ahead and pulled their undies down to bring out their members. Chad's length was over a foot long, with foreskin visible and veins abundant. Marcus's was a couple of inches shorter, smooth skinned and without foreskin. Marcus, however, was blessed like a fucking two-gallon milk carton.\nJerking themselves off and pointing their penises toward one another, pig headed smirks shone in both of their faces. \"Man, you look ready to plow through a hundred asses right now. Remember, dude, fuck the bubbles, not me. Don't want a repeat of what happened last week,\" said Chad.\n\"A hole is a hole man, I didn't know.\"\n\"Bullshit.\" Chad scowled.\n\"You took it like a man though.\"\n\"Fuck you.\" Chad snapped.\nMarcus shook his length around with great glee. \"Yeah, whatever brah, bro. I am gonna fuck all the bubbles before you can get your dick near any of them.\" A firm squeeze came after saying that, letting a large dollop of precum ooze from his glans and drop onto the carpeted floor. Releasing their lengths after, they reached down to pull their undies all the way off their legs.\nMarcus moved to the machine, getting down on his knees and flicking the ON switch. Setting the bubble size to \"medium\" and the bubble production rate to \"low\", he smirked when the red light to indicate power lit up and the machine started to rumble and buzz. \"Here we go, dude.\" Quickly moving from the machine, he stood beside his buddy with his erection at the ready. \"Oh man, this shit's gonna be soooo much fun.\" It took a long time for the first bubble to appear, the shiny sphere bulging out of the little spout on the upper left corner of the machine prior to emerging.\nIt floated around the room, slowly hovering over where the two beefy frat dinos were. Marcus and Chad reached out for it, causing their arms to bump each other in a way that pushed the bubble away from them. In response, Chad elbowed his friend in the ribs to move him aside. Grabbing at his ribs, the jostled Marcus grunted in pain and stepped aside.\n\"Heeey, you fucking asshole. That's my bubble, Brah!\" Pacing over to the western side of the room, where the bubble drifted its way toward the sofa, he grabbed at its sides tightly enough to guarantee it would not escape his hold.\n\"Nah, bro. This one's mine!\"\nPlunging the bubble downward, his tip pressed against the surface of the bubble in a way that should have made it burst and cover Chad's penis with the nicely scented mix. And yet it did not, a large protuberance going inward as he pulled the bubble over to his crotch. This felt so elastic and so squishy against his length, almost like a pocket pussy. A pleasant chuckle coupled with his tongue running along his upper lip, using his grip on the bubble to move it back and forth against his manhood. \"Yooo, this feels soooo good. I fucking love it, man.\"\nThe irritation and envy Marcus had for his buddy getting the first bubble ended when he saw the second bubble coming out of the machine, which was similar in size. Just like the previous one, this bubble was too durable to burst even when taking so many inches of dick. Feeling the squishy material conform to his length as he pulled it toward his crotch, Marcus breathed through gritted teeth and squeezed the bubble several times over to massage himself. \"Fuuuuuuck. This feels way better than I thought it would... mnnnh. Know what, this bubble is like ya ass, man. You fuck that bubble anymore, I'll call you a gay self fucking fag, yo.\"\nMore bubbles generated slowly from the machine, and both frat buddies began to thrust at the medium-sized bubbles in an attempt to make them burst. No matter how fast they worked their hips, groped at the bubble, or jimmied their lengths, they just proved to be too resilient. It was like they were made of layers of reinforced latex and rubber.\nStrained grunts and heavy pants were sounded by both of the dinos, their bodies starting to sweat from their futile attempts to pierce through their first bubble.\n\"Bro, why the fuck ain't this popping?\" irritatingly asked Marcus, trying to spread his bubble apart to rip it open only to lose his grip and watch the bubble slip off his length.\n\"I already busted three and a nut.\"\n\"Fucking liar!\" Marcus said, moving toward Chad and swatting his fat cock against the other's ass, \"You take that shit back yo, you ain't about to be cheating.\"\nChad rubbed his ass softly, \"Dude, fine brah, I don't know. This shit's harder than I thought.\" Chad, grabbed the bubble with his right hand while the left held at the base of his shaft. Trying to shove it toward the tip to make it pinch tightly between the palm and his penis. \"Come on... Come on... ah, damn it!\" shouted Chad in defeat once the bubble slipped from his grip and floated away.\nThey both turned around, seeing several more bubbles now floating around the room, some of them could be seen bouncing off the surfaces or rolling along them instead of bursting. Shit, the package did not lie when it said that Grade X bubble mix made super durable bubbles.\nChad stomped over to another bubble, grabbing one side with both hands to thrust against his length at full force. Similar to the last one, it bulged and conformed to his member and whiffed about before slipping away.\nChad swayed up toward his friend Marcus, a bubble pinned between his arms, his cock sunken deep into the core of the sphere, \"Heads up brah, let's tag team this bitch.\"\n\"Dude, your fucking gay,\" Marcus said, but he wasn't about to be upstaged and grasped his cock, poising it to strike. Both little chubby dinos fucked the bubble, they were across from each other and looking right into the other's eyes as they did this.\nThe mounting pressure built up and the bubble dislodged and shot away from them, leaving the pressing forward thicc thighed frats to thrust and rush right on into each other. Dicks crossed like swords, punching the other in the gut with their hardened fuck poles.\nThey doubled over, grasping their stomachs.\n\"Fuck man!\"\nThey recovered and went to other methods. Apparently, they just needed to pop one to win!\nMarcus grabbed at two different bubbles to squash them against the sides of his length, rubbing them firmly up and down while compressing them up against his veiny flesh, \"Man, I ain't winnin' but fuckin feels like I am winnin'\".\nMarcus was able to toggle his length side to side with the way he rubbed those bubbles, sometimes stopping to push both of them as firmly as he could against his sides. Crap, it did not look like the bubbles could even fuse together. After rubbing at his length so fast that his manhood started to warm up from the friction, Marcus threw those bubbles away in anger. \"Ah, fuck! These bubbles are a lot harder to pop than I thought. Lemme change something up.\" Swatting aside the multiple other bubbles that sprouted from the machine. He could barely see past all the bubbles that were now invested in the room. He made his way to the controls, got down on one knee, and did not hesitate to crank things up. Setting the bubble size to \"large\" and the output to \"fast,\" the rumbling and buzzing of the machine increased greatly.\nChad, who was rapidly humping at another bubble at a fast pace, halted when he saw the huge one that was being pushed out of the machine. This was more than triple the size of the other bubbles, the whole of their dino bodies reflected on its surface when it emerged and started to float around. Realistically speaking, because the bubble is bigger, it should be easier to pop.\nMarcus was the first to give it a go, a newfound confidence displayed in his walk and words. \"This should work. A big ass bubble will pop with ease.\" Grabbing at the large bubble with both hands, he plummeted his cock right against the shiny, smooth surface. His fingers dug against the elastic surface; his member fully enveloped by the durable bubble. Pulling the bubble apart while arching his back, Marcus gritted his teeth and gave an unpleasant moan. His eyes closed sharply, using all of his strength to try and burst the huge bubble. \"Fuuuuuck. Come on... Cooome oooooooon!\"\nChad laughed at the sight, gripping at another giant bubble that emerged from the machine to give it a go as well. \"Bro, you're weak as fuuuuck. Lemme show you how it's done... Hmmmmmmmph!\" Sadly, he could not make his friend eat his words, for the bubble was just too stubbornly and strong. Like every single one of the others.\nThey both started humping at their giant bubble, gunning their hips to prod and poke at different sides of their sphere. They tried different angles and different positions, even going so far as to tackle the bubble to the wall at a full sprint. All that ever did was make the bubbles bounce off the surface, landing on their back with a loud thud. But not after stabbing against the very, very solid surface of the wall with an erect penis. At this point, there were now a massive number of massive bubbles that filled the not-so-massive room. None of them merged with each other nor burst when they touched any surface.\nGetting up from the ground, Chad and Marcus panted before making a compromise. \"Yo... let's try to pop a bubble together.\"\n\"Again?\" Marcus said.\n\"You got a better idea brah?\"\n\"Together, eh?\"\n\"Fucking hell man, dude. Why do you gotta say it like that?\" Chad rolled his eyes.\nMoving over to a large bubble to their right, each dino-bro grabbed at either side of the sphere before driving their cocks forward. Their lengths pushed deep into the bubbly material, pulling the bubbles apart with their hands as well. Their toes dug into the floor, arching their backs as far as they could go.\n\"Come on, maaaaan. Harder! Haaaaardeeeeer!\" demanded Chad, his face heavy with sweat as he grunted and groaned. His big ole round belly fucking the belly just like his dick.\n\"I am fucking trying, man. This shit's soooo strong!\" replied Marcus, opening his mouth to gnaw against the bubble. Fucking shit was like bubble-gum, but tasted worse! Rapidly shaking his head about and pulling firmly backward, even the use of his sharp teeth proved useless against popping this bubble. Seeing this, Chad did the same and pulled the shiny substance backward.\nEven with their combined efforts, this bubble refused to burst. All of their biting and thrusting and pulling apart ended up tiring them out, their grip on the bubble's surface slipping.\nEach of them fell backward, Chad bouncing off several other bubbles before falling onto his side, while Marcus was forced to bounce back at the bubble that they failed to pop because of another bubble behind them.\n\"Duuude, we can't pop shit!\" grunted Chad, smacking another large bubble aside.\n\"I should have gotten the P grade bubble mix, fuck.\" Replied Marcus, slapping a few mid-sized bubbles with his length before venturing on over to the machine.\n\"We gotta turn this shit off, bro.\"\n\"Man, next time, we gonna just do a prostate-popping contest.\"\n\"Wha?\"\n\"... Pro... Tein... popping...\"\n\"Fucking homosexual, brah.\"\nUh oh, there just so happened to be no \"off\" button on the machine. Marcus swatted and heaved aside several bubbles before getting down on one knee and looking closely at the controls, only to find that pressing the \"on\" button does not turn the dispenser off. He pressed it several times over, an annoyed look on his face. \"Come on... power off, damn it.\" Turning the dial down to the lowest setting and bringing the output back to the minimum did not stop the rapid production of large bubbles. Was this thing broken already? Messing with all the controls to try and shut it off, the stress became ever more obvious for Chad to notice. \"Fuck, why isn't this shit turning off!\"\nSo many indestructible bubbles have been dispensed that neither of them could move around without at least briefly touching one. Making his way over to the machine and pushing aside several bubbles along the way, Chad moved to the battery door to try and pry it open. Sadly, the door was sealed shut through a series of screws that needed a specific type of screwdriver to unscrew it. The nearest one was in the garage at the other end of the house. \"Oh, fuck. It's sealed shut. Get outta the way, man. I'mma smash it.\" The frat dinosaur gave a strong thrust kick against the side of the machine, only to screech in pain when he failed to budge it even slightly. Grabbing at his ankle, Chad hopped around with a pained look on his face.\n\"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. My foot!\" hollered Chad, his buddy laughing at the pathetic attempt to break the machine down. That laughter quickly ceased when he saw Chad fall back against a large bubble, roll backward along its surface, and hit his head against the floor with a strong thud. \"FUCK!\" he shouted, gripping at his head after rolling off the bubble to land on his side. Seeing that this route was not working, he moved to the back of the machine to start wheeling it again. The only problem was that too many bubbles were in the way. So many have been dispensed that he could not roll the machine more than a few feet before the pressure from several bubbles kept him from going any further. \"Dude, we need to get out of this house ASAP!\"\nNo, it could not be that bad now, could it? Marcus got up and noticed that the room was overloaded with these big bubbles, and none popped or merged. \"Holy fuck, what was I thinking? This was a stupid idea.\" Pacing toward the doorway that led out of the den, he could no longer just swat aside other bubbles. They were constantly rubbing at him on all sides, their squishy surfaces making squeak noises as he pushed his sweaty dino body past them. Those that pressed against his still-erect length and balls made him grunt and groan, though he took no pleasure in it. He joined Chad soon enough, who was now punching at a large bubble that blocked the doorway and refused to move. The worst part? The bubbles seemed to be... to be... attracted to them, and when they rubbed against either of the thinly veiled homosexual dinos, the bubbles tried to...too... blanket them? Clutch onto them?\nAbsorb them.\n\"Come on, get out of the fucking way.\"\nTo help him, Marcus grasped the bubble alongside his buddy and heaved with all his might. \"Come on, man, we gotta push this thing through.\" They heaved aggressively, their feet dragging against the floor as they pushed all of their bodies against the surface. Strained faces and heavy grunts came out of both of them, their lengths pinned upright against their abdomens because of the pressure they were applying. Their abdomen worked under the same construct of the bubble, nice and doughy and soft and enveloped and absorbed their crazy sexy long penises, wedging them between the soft pouty flesh of their tummy.\n\"Duuuude, puuuuuush!\" Shouted Marcus, then biting against the bubble.\n\"I am, man! I aaaaam!\" They both dug their teeth into the strong surface of what should have been something soft and easy to pop. Instead, even with their combined efforts and thrashing, they only tired themselves out. They were a mix of moans and groans and panting. Outside looking in, they definitely sounded like they were tired from excessive sex.\nBy the time they realized how hopeless it was and eased up on the bubbles, the pressure they felt against their backs became very strong. \"Shit, bro... we're trapped in here!\" shouted Chad, struggling to turn around because of how many bubbles surrounded them.\n\"Fuck, I didn't expect this to happen, man.\" Said Marcus, trying to move to the right in order to re-approach the bubble machine. Instead, he found it just as difficult to budge onward as it was to heave the bubble blocking the doorway. So many of them were pressing up against his body, so much so that his eyes were closed to avoid the sting of having their surface rub against them. \"Noooo, nooooo. This can't be happening!\"\nThey ended up closing toward one another due to the pressure of the bubbles, bringing their tired and sweaty bodies to rub awkwardly. Looking at each other with frightened and embarrassed stares, Marcus reached over to grasp against Chad's shoulder, trying to push him away. \"Bro, you're too fucking close. Quit it!\" Flashing his teeth, he punched his buddy in the gut hard enough to make him heave.\n\"Fuck you! I can't fucking move!\" They soon started rubbing their faces together, their chests docked against one another. Even worse was that their penises were pressed together, their pulsing flesh easy for each other to feel. It was hard not to feel those monsters --- harder still not to recognize what they had so often felt time and time again.\nLooking down at the embarrassingly homoerotic position they were in, Chad pushed firmly at Marcus to try and get him off. Marcus went back, bounced on a bubble, and bam and ricocheted right on back to Chad. \"Yooo, this shit's gay. Get the fuck off of me!\" He attempted to turn around so that, in the very least, they were not docking.\nWith the help of Marcus, who heaved at his buddy's chest to try and depress him and his cock, Chad was able to turn perpendicularly to his pal before being shoved right up against Marcus's torso. Bunching his arms together, a big groan of pain was sounded by the green dino due to feeling his friend's length rubbing against his hip and side. The grey dino continued to push and shove his friend, his face flushed from how humiliating rubbing up against him like this was. \"This shit's gay as fuuuuck!\"\nThey did manage to separate after enough time passed, but not through their useless efforts. The pressure of the bubbles suspended them from the floor, only able to wiggle their toes because of how much pressure these bubbles were applying against them. \"Fuuuuck, I think my bones are gonna break if this keeps up.\" He muffled Chad against Marcus's chest and smothered his face.\n\"My fucking back, bro... it huuurts.\" Marcus commented before, suddenly, the bubbles pushed him outward, planking him between a set of large bubbles some meters away from where he was pinned against his frat buddy. Barely able to wriggle his arms and legs, his head was turned to the left while pained grunts were sounded. \"Is this... really how it's gonna end?\"\nThe bubbles now moved them, slipping and pushing the formerly confident frat buddies all over the place. The sensation of having super soft, squishy soap press painfully hard against every inch of their body may be keeping their penises hard, but it was causing them pain and immense terror. Tears started to fall from Marcus's cheeks, now pressed against the television on the east wall of the room. His back pressed so deeply into the LCD screen that it cracked severely, the aching dino's arms and legs spread apart as if on a rack. \"Nmmmh... I... I can't breathe...\"\nMeanwhile, Chad was flatly pressed against the floor from just beside the machine; the pressure kept his face pressed onto the carpet too much to be able to utter anything.\nThings were starting to look terrible for them, the machine continuing to create new bubbles to further squeeze out any air that was left in the room. Desperately clawing against the bubbles that ground at their bodies, they could begin to feel suffocation taking over. Their faces started to turn blue.\nMarcus decides to give one last push to try and break from his bubbly prison. Amazingly, it worked. He was quickly flung over to the middle of the room, colliding with Chad before they both pressed onto a large bubble. The former was layered atop of the latter, his length riding up against Chad's cheeks and tail. No longer did they feel humiliation, for they were about to lose conscience from the suffocating pressure these bubbles gave.\nSuddenly, they entered the bubble. For all this time, not even the body-crushing pressure from other bubbles caused one to burst. Trapped in a prison that was soft, shiny, and practically indestructible, the nude dinos panted frantically for air now that they were no longer getting crushed on all sides. Chad lay atop Marcus's stomach, too fatigued to bother moving off of his sweating buddy. \"Well, shit... we're now in one.\" Said Marcus, looking around to see that there were bubbles everywhere.\n\"It looks like we're gonna be here for a while. Man, this is shitty.\" Commented Chad, pulling off of Marcus to sit on his back opposite his buddy.\nNow that they were no longer panicking to find a way out of their self-caused disaster, they could look at each other and think about the incredibly stupid things they have done. \"Ayo, we've done a lot of dumb shit, but this is definitely the worst.\" Said Chad, rubbing his right palm against his forehead with a big grimace.\n\"Naw man. Brah, remember when we bench-pressed each other's dicks? Now, that would'ah been a hell awkward way to go.\" Marcus chuckled.\n\"Every time. What is wrong with you...? How do you always bring up the weirdest things.\"\nA dumb laugh was made by Marcus, gradually dwindling to a soft cry as he hugged his legs against his waist. \"Man... getting suffocated by bubbles. What an embarrassing way to go...\" They both shared a deep sigh. Marcus continued, \"If we manage to make it out alive...\"\nChad brought his right hand over to smack Marcus's face strongly. \"If we get out alive, I'm gonna beat the shit outta your ass. Not no gay shit. Fuckin' gunna kill you. Fuck you for egging me into doing this with you.\"\nThat strong thwack sent Marcus reeling backward, his hands raising up to defend himself from further hits. Instinct. \"Yo, chill! You can beat me up after we find a way outta he-uh?\" Suddenly, all of the bubbles started moving. The cumulative pressure in the room was enough to get those bubbles to shoot through the doorway and out into the rest of the house. The speed at which they were pushed out was enough to make them tumble and roll, their beefy, sweaty bodies hitting each other several times over. Grunts and groans were plentiful, their arms and legs flailing in an attempt to regain stability.\n\"Shit! This is trippy as fuuuuuck!\" shouted Chad. \"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! I am getting sick!\" replied Marcus.\nThey soon found themselves pressed against the kitchen window. \"Man, these bubbles are coming out so fucking fast\" shouted Marcus, seeing that they now filled up the whole kitchen and were straining against each other.\n\"Bro, you think these bubbles are going to break the house apart?\" asked Chad. The glass started cracking, a web of cracks and fissures appearing on the surface\n\"Oh, shit... Please pop once the bubble passes through the window.\" Hoped Marcus, thinking that the jagged edges of the broken glass should be enough to pop this bubble.\n\\It was not. When the window had burst several seconds later, they were ejected into the air at a fast speed. Those glass fragments did nothing to slice open the sphere of indestructibility. The two now floating about in the evening sky. Their combined weight was not enough to bring the bubble down to earth immediately, and so their bodies tumbled and rubbed against each other briefly during the ejection.\n\"Woooooah! Man, we're flying!\" stated Chad, pushing himself away from Marcus's ass before sitting down.\n\"This would be soooo cool if we weren't trapped inside of here.\" Marcus turned around to press his face against the bubbly surface and look down. The whole neighborhood was visible from here.\nThe problem was, the bubble was still semi-in a spin and because of that the bubble turned into a little spinning ball --- a ball to which the frat boys were inside. Naked. Rolling around. Tumbling. Body smashing, smearing against each other. It was a mess. It looked, well, it looked like they were definitely going at it with vengeance.\nAnd of course, of all the qualities the bubble possessed, naturally it has translucency. This wouldn't be a problem...\nExcept for every mother fucking person who came out of their house when the crashing and banging started could now see two frat-boys rolling around on each other, floating in the sky...\nNaked.\nCompletely.\nNaked.\nOther bubbles soon floated up into the sky, their house now tarnished from the inside-out because of the crushing pressure caused by the machine. Looking at the massive number of shiny spheres floating around, Chad gestured with his thumb at them. \"Ayo, do you know when these bubbles expire or are they forever?\"\nOf course, Marcus had not a clue and thus shrugged. \"Fuck if I know. I thought they would have popped within a minute or two... but now it's been like... what? Twenty minutes and they're still intact?\" They wondered what would happen if enough bubbles were made to infest the entire city; it would probably be a horrible sight to behold if people mistook them for normal bubbles.\n\"Dude. Will you fucking... stop!\" Chad said as he felt that god-like cock, warm and well-lubricated, rubbing against his ass. Kinda hard target to miss, that little bubble butt was.\n\"I can't help it!\" Marcus said as they were effortlessly tossed to and fro.\n\"DUDE. You're gyrating. The bubble ain't doing that.\"\n\"Just trying to pop the bubble.\"\n\"Yeah, well, my ass isn't a bubble.\"\n\"Felt like one.\"\n\n\nDropping from the sky, the bubble started floating downward. Craning his neck down, Chad could see a large lake they were heading straight toward. Oh boy, if the bubble remained intact when they hit the water, would that mean they would be stuck at the bottom of the lake? \"Ohhhh, fuck no. We're going to the lake, duuuude!\" he shouted, elbowing Marcus. Of course, the elbow was not a gesture to get attention, but to pry that chubby fucking faggot from getting his rocks off him!\nNoting the dangers, the frat punk that got them into this mess started to heave himself against his side of the bubble. And yet, yet still, he managed to pin Chad's tail between the bubble and his own cock. \"Hey, push with me so we can get the bubble away from the lake.\"\nBoth of them shunted and pushed and struggled and heaved with all their might, but their efforts were hopeless in getting the bubble to avoid the lake. They were already spent, the bubble already rich with their profuse sweating.\nInstead, they just made the descent faster. Seeing the surface of the water ever closer, Chad groaned in sorrow. \"Oh fuck, we're gonna plunge down into the water. Get ready!\" The bubble collided against the centre of the lake, but instead of floating upon the surface or sinking straight to the bottom, something far worse happened. They bounced off the bottom of the bubble and slapped each other accidentally, their heads and bellies colliding hard. When they got back to their senses, they could see that water was rapidly entering their bubble.\nMarcus's face was lodged right against the lap of Chad... Cock squirmed and rubbed against his lips.\nInstead of popping, the bubble was letting the water filter inside while remaining intact. Their pupils shook with terror when noticing their situation, both dinos standing themselves up before looking at each other. \"SHIT! WE'RE TAKING WATER!\" Shouted Marcus.\n\"This is NOT the way I wanted to go! Drowning in an indestructible bubble? Oh fuck.\" Already, the water was at their knees. Hoping that someone could come and help, they pushed at the sides of the bubble while screaming. \"HEEEEEELP! HEEEEEELP! WE'RE DROWNING! PLEASE HEEEELP!\"\nThey took stock of their surroundings. It was a fishing hole and campsite. And it just so happened to be massively filled with people.\nNot one moved to help them. Phones and cameras and pictures seemed to be the priority. And truly, they had already been in some very compromising positions given the twirl and spin of the bubble.\n\"Bro, I think we're fucked... we can't get out.\" Shouted Marcus, the water now levelled to their chests. It was so cold and made their bodies tremble, their teeth chattering both from it and the fear of their incoming demise.\n\"Chad, I'm sorry for all the stupid shit I did with you... the reason why your girlfriend left you was me. I gave her a fake story because I was envious, and she believed it.\"\nWere it not for the fact they were going to die, Chad would have socked him hard in the face. His momentary anger changed to a deep sigh, shaking his head and shrugging. \"Well, I hope you go to Hell after we drown.\"\nThe water was now at their necks, having to nod upward to avoid taking in water. Their arms and legs shimmied to remain afloat on the surface, their breathing becoming shallower because the air was running out. \"You ready, man?\" said Marcus, not happy about what would soon happen.\n\"Marcus. You're a fucking faggot\" said Chad curtly. The water now engulfed the entirety of the bubble, the frat bros taking one last deep inhalation before they began to dip under. The water was so dark, a bunch of little fishes swimming around the sphere as it crept its way to the floor.\nGlancing at each other, Chad and Marcus were fraught with horror that this place was going to be their grave. Their cheeks were puffed, their pupils shaking with utter fear for what was coming. Their arms and legs slowly waded around, still unable to push their way out of the water bubble. Deeper and deeper they sank, the light of the sun becoming faint by the time they had reached the floor over a minute later. The frigid cold, mounting pressure, and despair that affected them now made them tremble so greatly. They each were chattering so hard that they might have chipped a tooth or three. The need to breathe slowly crept up, their heartbeat spiking up because of the terror that affected them. There was no air anywhere.\nThey should have just kept on playing games or watched \"fuckdinos 4\" for the fourth time. They should have just drunk themselves to sleep, and guzzle the remainder of their beer until they puked in the toilet bowl. The anger, disgust, horror, and despair managed to gradually fade away. Feeling the urgency to breathe increasing, they knew that they only had seconds to live. So, they raised up their hands to flip birds.\nAs if things couldn't get worse. The bubble did, indeed, respond to water. It responded in a way that was most, most unwanted. It shrank. It shrank all around them. It shrank until their bodies were tightly pressed against each other. Rapidly depleting oxygen in their lungs made true struggle rather difficult. As if they could fight against such a rubber-like surface.\nAs it collapsed around them, it was Marcus that was ultimately the winner. It was he who was behind Chad. His constant already gay-tinted actions positioned himself in such a way as to casually, accidentally, covertly ram his cock into Chad's butt, right on under that tail which he had already snaked between his hands. And so, things went from bad to worse as Marcus's body was pressing forward, Chad's backward...\nAnd that cock teased the ass cheeks, lodging between asscheeks...\nChad widened his eyes, realizing what was happening. It took him a moment, his attention transfixed on the shrinking bubble.\nChad went wild.\nSo did Marcus. But, perhaps, not in quite the same way. Chad found his arms and hands imprisoned by rubbery constraints. And this allowed Marcus, well, to let nature take its natural course of action. 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It was a boring Saturday night at Marcus's household on Zebble Street. The two college juniors already went through two beers and four hours of Killer Kroc's on the Gamemaster 3. Typically, these two anthropomorphic dinosaurs would have a great night by partying or getting high or bringing some girls over, but tonight was one of those lazy nights. They are bad at dealing with lazy nights because they will get bored enough to do stupid things much like what they had decided to do around midnight. These tall, beefy chubby dinos wandered into their den to take out the latest thing that Chad purchased from the local Gizmo Shop: a bubblemaster 10000.
It was just another competition. One of many. These competitions usually devolved into big measuring contests and then, well, other contests that might be vaguely considered homosexual to homophobic geared people.
Nothing gay about who could last the longest getting a hand job from their frenemy.
Dressed only in their tight-fitting spandex undies in preparation for what they planned to do with the machine, the forest green-skinned Chad spoke out. "I haven't used this baby yet, so lemme take out the instruction manual and see how to set it up."
The grayish-skinned Marcus reached over to grab at his own crotch, rubbing his length through the spandex, "Bro, I can't fucking wait to start fucking bubbles. This night's been soooooooo booooooring. Show you how to pop them fuckers. Real women like a man who can thrust."
Both of them chuckled, Chad pulling the doors open to pull out the large machine. "Not as many as me, dude. Imma pop these bitches with my cock."
"Yeah, whatevers brah. Your needle dick is finally an advantage."
Standing at five feet tall and weighing half a ton, this state-of-the-art machine was powered by a 10 Kilovolt battery and required Grade X bubble mix. Everything cost several thousand dollars, but it was money well spent.
"Maaaan, this thing looks so freaky... god, look at the dials." Chad knelt down on one leg, seeing the many switches and the big dial located on the bottom left side.
Reading quickly through the manual, Marcus nodded his head here and there at the instructions he skimmed through. "Uh huh... uh huh... So, just pour the bubble mix into the filler hole on the back, turn the switch on, and crank the dial uuuuup. Got it, let's go!"


Taking a large tub of bubble mix, Chad brought it over to the back of the machine while his buddy unscrewed the cap. From there, he tipped the container over to pour that extra-durable bubble juice into the spout. The strong aroma of lavender and roses wafted over to their nostrils, both fellows sniffing that sweet scent with joy. "Ohhhhh man, this is gonna be soooo much fun." Commented Chad, an erection starting to form underneath his undies just thinking about how many bubbles he was going to pierce with his length. But truly, it was the competition that really got him going. Shit, he was pretty much hard from playing Killer Kroc's.
"Fuck yeah, I bet it'll be better than the bitches we bent over in Betty's party last week."
"Don't be frontin' brah, you know you got off because you were watching me pound that bitch to oblivion."
Once all of the mix was inside of the machine, the container was tossed aside, the cap on the bubble-tank was closed firmly, and the machine was guided to the middle of the room. Chad pushed the heavy party-contraption with a smug grin on his face, rubbing his massive erection against the machine's surface. "Ah, fuck, I'm already rock hard, man. These bubbles won't last against me."
After wheeling it over, they went ahead and pulled their undies down to bring out their members. Chad's length was over a foot long, with foreskin visible and veins abundant. Marcus's was a couple of inches shorter, smooth skinned and without foreskin. Marcus, however, was blessed like a fucking two-gallon milk carton.
Jerking themselves off and pointing their penises toward one another, pig headed smirks shone in both of their faces. "Man, you look ready to plow through a hundred asses right now. Remember, dude, fuck the bubbles, not me. Don't want a repeat of what happened last week," said Chad.
"A hole is a hole man, I didn't know."
"Bullshit." Chad scowled.
"You took it like a man though."
"Fuck you." Chad snapped.
Marcus shook his length around with great glee. "Yeah, whatever brah, bro. I am gonna fuck all the bubbles before you can get your dick near any of them." A firm squeeze came after saying that, letting a large dollop of precum ooze from his glans and drop onto the carpeted floor. Releasing their lengths after, they reached down to pull their undies all the way off their legs.
Marcus moved to the machine, getting down on his knees and flicking the ON switch. Setting the bubble size to "medium" and the bubble production rate to "low", he smirked when the red light to indicate power lit up and the machine started to rumble and buzz. "Here we go, dude." Quickly moving from the machine, he stood beside his buddy with his erection at the ready. "Oh man, this shit's gonna be soooo much fun." It took a long time for the first bubble to appear, the shiny sphere bulging out of the little spout on the upper left corner of the machine prior to emerging.
It floated around the room, slowly hovering over where the two beefy frat dinos were. Marcus and Chad reached out for it, causing their arms to bump each other in a way that pushed the bubble away from them. In response, Chad elbowed his friend in the ribs to move him aside. Grabbing at his ribs, the jostled Marcus grunted in pain and stepped aside.
"Heeey, you fucking asshole. That's my bubble, Brah!" Pacing over to the western side of the room, where the bubble drifted its way toward the sofa, he grabbed at its sides tightly enough to guarantee it would not escape his hold.
"Nah, bro. This one's mine!"
Plunging the bubble downward, his tip pressed against the surface of the bubble in a way that should have made it burst and cover Chad's penis with the nicely scented mix. And yet it did not, a large protuberance going inward as he pulled the bubble over to his crotch. This felt so elastic and so squishy against his length, almost like a pocket pussy. A pleasant chuckle coupled with his tongue running along his upper lip, using his grip on the bubble to move it back and forth against his manhood. "Yooo, this feels soooo good. I fucking love it, man."
The irritation and envy Marcus had for his buddy getting the first bubble ended when he saw the second bubble coming out of the machine, which was similar in size. Just like the previous one, this bubble was too durable to burst even when taking so many inches of dick. Feeling the squishy material conform to his length as he pulled it toward his crotch, Marcus breathed through gritted teeth and squeezed the bubble several times over to massage himself. "Fuuuuuuck. This feels way better than I thought it would... mnnnh. Know what, this bubble is like ya ass, man. You fuck that bubble anymore, I'll call you a gay self fucking fag, yo."
More bubbles generated slowly from the machine, and both frat buddies began to thrust at the medium-sized bubbles in an attempt to make them burst. No matter how fast they worked their hips, groped at the bubble, or jimmied their lengths, they just proved to be too resilient. It was like they were made of layers of reinforced latex and rubber.
Strained grunts and heavy pants were sounded by both of the dinos, their bodies starting to sweat from their futile attempts to pierce through their first bubble.
"Bro, why the fuck ain't this popping?" irritatingly asked Marcus, trying to spread his bubble apart to rip it open only to lose his grip and watch the bubble slip off his length.
"I already busted three and a nut."
"Fucking liar!" Marcus said, moving toward Chad and swatting his fat cock against the other's ass, "You take that shit back yo, you ain't about to be cheating."
Chad rubbed his ass softly, "Dude, fine brah, I don't know. This shit's harder than I thought." Chad, grabbed the bubble with his right hand while the left held at the base of his shaft. Trying to shove it toward the tip to make it pinch tightly between the palm and his penis. "Come on... Come on... ah, damn it!" shouted Chad in defeat once the bubble slipped from his grip and floated away.
They both turned around, seeing several more bubbles now floating around the room, some of them could be seen bouncing off the surfaces or rolling along them instead of bursting. Shit, the package did not lie when it said that Grade X bubble mix made super durable bubbles.
Chad stomped over to another bubble, grabbing one side with both hands to thrust against his length at full force. Similar to the last one, it bulged and conformed to his member and whiffed about before slipping away.
Chad swayed up toward his friend Marcus, a bubble pinned between his arms, his cock sunken deep into the core of the sphere, "Heads up brah, let's tag team this bitch."
"Dude, your fucking gay," Marcus said, but he wasn't about to be upstaged and grasped his cock, poising it to strike. Both little chubby dinos fucked the bubble, they were across from each other and looking right into the other's eyes as they did this.
The mounting pressure built up and the bubble dislodged and shot away from them, leaving the pressing forward thicc thighed frats to thrust and rush right on into each other. Dicks crossed like swords, punching the other in the gut with their hardened fuck poles.
They doubled over, grasping their stomachs.
"Fuck man!"
They recovered and went to other methods. Apparently, they just needed to pop one to win!
Marcus grabbed at two different bubbles to squash them against the sides of his length, rubbing them firmly up and down while compressing them up against his veiny flesh, "Man, I ain't winnin' but fuckin feels like I am winnin'".
Marcus was able to toggle his length side to side with the way he rubbed those bubbles, sometimes stopping to push both of them as firmly as he could against his sides. Crap, it did not look like the bubbles could even fuse together. After rubbing at his length so fast that his manhood started to warm up from the friction, Marcus threw those bubbles away in anger. "Ah, fuck! These bubbles are a lot harder to pop than I thought. Lemme change something up." Swatting aside the multiple other bubbles that sprouted from the machine. He could barely see past all the bubbles that were now invested in the room. He made his way to the controls, got down on one knee, and did not hesitate to crank things up. Setting the bubble size to "large" and the output to "fast," the rumbling and buzzing of the machine increased greatly.
Chad, who was rapidly humping at another bubble at a fast pace, halted when he saw the huge one that was being pushed out of the machine. This was more than triple the size of the other bubbles, the whole of their dino bodies reflected on its surface when it emerged and started to float around. Realistically speaking, because the bubble is bigger, it should be easier to pop.
Marcus was the first to give it a go, a newfound confidence displayed in his walk and words. "This should work. A big ass bubble will pop with ease." Grabbing at the large bubble with both hands, he plummeted his cock right against the shiny, smooth surface. His fingers dug against the elastic surface; his member fully enveloped by the durable bubble. Pulling the bubble apart while arching his back, Marcus gritted his teeth and gave an unpleasant moan. His eyes closed sharply, using all of his strength to try and burst the huge bubble. "Fuuuuuck. Come on... Cooome oooooooon!"
Chad laughed at the sight, gripping at another giant bubble that emerged from the machine to give it a go as well. "Bro, you're weak as fuuuuck. Lemme show you how it's done... Hmmmmmmmph!" Sadly, he could not make his friend eat his words, for the bubble was just too stubbornly and strong. Like every single one of the others.
They both started humping at their giant bubble, gunning their hips to prod and poke at different sides of their sphere. They tried different angles and different positions, even going so far as to tackle the bubble to the wall at a full sprint. All that ever did was make the bubbles bounce off the surface, landing on their back with a loud thud. But not after stabbing against the very, very solid surface of the wall with an erect penis. At this point, there were now a massive number of massive bubbles that filled the not-so-massive room. None of them merged with each other nor burst when they touched any surface.
Getting up from the ground, Chad and Marcus panted before making a compromise. "Yo... let's try to pop a bubble together."
"Again?" Marcus said.
"You got a better idea brah?"
"Together, eh?"
"Fucking hell man, dude. Why do you gotta say it like that?" Chad rolled his eyes.
Moving over to a large bubble to their right, each dino-bro grabbed at either side of the sphere before driving their cocks forward. Their lengths pushed deep into the bubbly material, pulling the bubbles apart with their hands as well. Their toes dug into the floor, arching their backs as far as they could go.
"Come on, maaaaan. Harder! Haaaaardeeeeer!" demanded Chad, his face heavy with sweat as he grunted and groaned. His big ole round belly fucking the belly just like his dick.
"I am fucking trying, man. This shit's soooo strong!" replied Marcus, opening his mouth to gnaw against the bubble. Fucking shit was like bubble-gum, but tasted worse! Rapidly shaking his head about and pulling firmly backward, even the use of his sharp teeth proved useless against popping this bubble. Seeing this, Chad did the same and pulled the shiny substance backward.
Even with their combined efforts, this bubble refused to burst. All of their biting and thrusting and pulling apart ended up tiring them out, their grip on the bubble's surface slipping.
Each of them fell backward, Chad bouncing off several other bubbles before falling onto his side, while Marcus was forced to bounce back at the bubble that they failed to pop because of another bubble behind them.
"Duuude, we can't pop shit!" grunted Chad, smacking another large bubble aside.
"I should have gotten the P grade bubble mix, fuck." Replied Marcus, slapping a few mid-sized bubbles with his length before venturing on over to the machine.
"We gotta turn this shit off, bro."
"Man, next time, we gonna just do a prostate-popping contest."
"Wha?"
"... Pro... Tein... popping..."
"Fucking homosexual, brah."
Uh oh, there just so happened to be no "off" button on the machine. Marcus swatted and heaved aside several bubbles before getting down on one knee and looking closely at the controls, only to find that pressing the "on" button does not turn the dispenser off. He pressed it several times over, an annoyed look on his face. "Come on... power off, damn it." Turning the dial down to the lowest setting and bringing the output back to the minimum did not stop the rapid production of large bubbles. Was this thing broken already? Messing with all the controls to try and shut it off, the stress became ever more obvious for Chad to notice. "Fuck, why isn't this shit turning off!"
So many indestructible bubbles have been dispensed that neither of them could move around without at least briefly touching one. Making his way over to the machine and pushing aside several bubbles along the way, Chad moved to the battery door to try and pry it open. Sadly, the door was sealed shut through a series of screws that needed a specific type of screwdriver to unscrew it. The nearest one was in the garage at the other end of the house. "Oh, fuck. It's sealed shut. Get outta the way, man. I'mma smash it." The frat dinosaur gave a strong thrust kick against the side of the machine, only to screech in pain when he failed to budge it even slightly. Grabbing at his ankle, Chad hopped around with a pained look on his face.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. My foot!" hollered Chad, his buddy laughing at the pathetic attempt to break the machine down. That laughter quickly ceased when he saw Chad fall back against a large bubble, roll backward along its surface, and hit his head against the floor with a strong thud. "FUCK!" he shouted, gripping at his head after rolling off the bubble to land on his side. Seeing that this route was not working, he moved to the back of the machine to start wheeling it again. The only problem was that too many bubbles were in the way. So many have been dispensed that he could not roll the machine more than a few feet before the pressure from several bubbles kept him from going any further. "Dude, we need to get out of this house ASAP!"
No, it could not be that bad now, could it? Marcus got up and noticed that the room was overloaded with these big bubbles, and none popped or merged. "Holy fuck, what was I thinking? This was a stupid idea." Pacing toward the doorway that led out of the den, he could no longer just swat aside other bubbles. They were constantly rubbing at him on all sides, their squishy surfaces making squeak noises as he pushed his sweaty dino body past them. Those that pressed against his still-erect length and balls made him grunt and groan, though he took no pleasure in it. He joined Chad soon enough, who was now punching at a large bubble that blocked the doorway and refused to move. The worst part? The bubbles seemed to be... to be... attracted to them, and when they rubbed against either of the thinly veiled homosexual dinos, the bubbles tried to...too... blanket them? Clutch onto them?
Absorb them.
"Come on, get out of the fucking way."
To help him, Marcus grasped the bubble alongside his buddy and heaved with all his might. "Come on, man, we gotta push this thing through." They heaved aggressively, their feet dragging against the floor as they pushed all of their bodies against the surface. Strained faces and heavy grunts came out of both of them, their lengths pinned upright against their abdomens because of the pressure they were applying. Their abdomen worked under the same construct of the bubble, nice and doughy and soft and enveloped and absorbed their crazy sexy long penises, wedging them between the soft pouty flesh of their tummy.
"Duuuude, puuuuuush!" Shouted Marcus, then biting against the bubble.
"I am, man! I aaaaam!" They both dug their teeth into the strong surface of what should have been something soft and easy to pop. Instead, even with their combined efforts and thrashing, they only tired themselves out. They were a mix of moans and groans and panting. Outside looking in, they definitely sounded like they were tired from excessive sex.
By the time they realized how hopeless it was and eased up on the bubbles, the pressure they felt against their backs became very strong. "Shit, bro... we're trapped in here!" shouted Chad, struggling to turn around because of how many bubbles surrounded them.
"Fuck, I didn't expect this to happen, man." Said Marcus, trying to move to the right in order to re-approach the bubble machine. Instead, he found it just as difficult to budge onward as it was to heave the bubble blocking the doorway. So many of them were pressing up against his body, so much so that his eyes were closed to avoid the sting of having their surface rub against them. "Noooo, nooooo. This can't be happening!"
They ended up closing toward one another due to the pressure of the bubbles, bringing their tired and sweaty bodies to rub awkwardly. Looking at each other with frightened and embarrassed stares, Marcus reached over to grasp against Chad's shoulder, trying to push him away. "Bro, you're too fucking close. Quit it!" Flashing his teeth, he punched his buddy in the gut hard enough to make him heave.
"Fuck you! I can't fucking move!" They soon started rubbing their faces together, their chests docked against one another. Even worse was that their penises were pressed together, their pulsing flesh easy for each other to feel. It was hard not to feel those monsters --- harder still not to recognize what they had so often felt time and time again.
Looking down at the embarrassingly homoerotic position they were in, Chad pushed firmly at Marcus to try and get him off. Marcus went back, bounced on a bubble, and bam and ricocheted right on back to Chad. "Yooo, this shit's gay. Get the fuck off of me!" He attempted to turn around so that, in the very least, they were not docking.
With the help of Marcus, who heaved at his buddy's chest to try and depress him and his cock, Chad was able to turn perpendicularly to his pal before being shoved right up against Marcus's torso. Bunching his arms together, a big groan of pain was sounded by the green dino due to feeling his friend's length rubbing against his hip and side. The grey dino continued to push and shove his friend, his face flushed from how humiliating rubbing up against him like this was. "This shit's gay as fuuuuck!"
They did manage to separate after enough time passed, but not through their useless efforts. The pressure of the bubbles suspended them from the floor, only able to wiggle their toes because of how much pressure these bubbles were applying against them. "Fuuuuck, I think my bones are gonna break if this keeps up." He muffled Chad against Marcus's chest and smothered his face.
"My fucking back, bro... it huuurts." Marcus commented before, suddenly, the bubbles pushed him outward, planking him between a set of large bubbles some meters away from where he was pinned against his frat buddy. Barely able to wriggle his arms and legs, his head was turned to the left while pained grunts were sounded. "Is this... really how it's gonna end?"
The bubbles now moved them, slipping and pushing the formerly confident frat buddies all over the place. The sensation of having super soft, squishy soap press painfully hard against every inch of their body may be keeping their penises hard, but it was causing them pain and immense terror. Tears started to fall from Marcus's cheeks, now pressed against the television on the east wall of the room. His back pressed so deeply into the LCD screen that it cracked severely, the aching dino's arms and legs spread apart as if on a rack. "Nmmmh... I... I can't breathe..."
Meanwhile, Chad was flatly pressed against the floor from just beside the machine; the pressure kept his face pressed onto the carpet too much to be able to utter anything.
Things were starting to look terrible for them, the machine continuing to create new bubbles to further squeeze out any air that was left in the room. Desperately clawing against the bubbles that ground at their bodies, they could begin to feel suffocation taking over. Their faces started to turn blue.
Marcus decides to give one last push to try and break from his bubbly prison. Amazingly, it worked. He was quickly flung over to the middle of the room, colliding with Chad before they both pressed onto a large bubble. The former was layered atop of the latter, his length riding up against Chad's cheeks and tail. No longer did they feel humiliation, for they were about to lose conscience from the suffocating pressure these bubbles gave.
Suddenly, they entered the bubble. For all this time, not even the body-crushing pressure from other bubbles caused one to burst. Trapped in a prison that was soft, shiny, and practically indestructible, the nude dinos panted frantically for air now that they were no longer getting crushed on all sides. Chad lay atop Marcus's stomach, too fatigued to bother moving off of his sweating buddy. "Well, shit... we're now in one." Said Marcus, looking around to see that there were bubbles everywhere.
"It looks like we're gonna be here for a while. Man, this is shitty." Commented Chad, pulling off of Marcus to sit on his back opposite his buddy.
Now that they were no longer panicking to find a way out of their self-caused disaster, they could look at each other and think about the incredibly stupid things they have done. "Ayo, we've done a lot of dumb shit, but this is definitely the worst." Said Chad, rubbing his right palm against his forehead with a big grimace.
"Naw man. Brah, remember when we bench-pressed each other's dicks? Now, that would'ah been a hell awkward way to go." Marcus chuckled.
"Every time. What is wrong with you...? How do you always bring up the weirdest things."
A dumb laugh was made by Marcus, gradually dwindling to a soft cry as he hugged his legs against his waist. "Man... getting suffocated by bubbles. What an embarrassing way to go..." They both shared a deep sigh. Marcus continued, "If we manage to make it out alive..."
Chad brought his right hand over to smack Marcus's face strongly. "If we get out alive, I'm gonna beat the shit outta your ass. Not no gay shit. Fuckin' gunna kill you. Fuck you for egging me into doing this with you."
That strong thwack sent Marcus reeling backward, his hands raising up to defend himself from further hits. Instinct. "Yo, chill! You can beat me up after we find a way outta he-uh?" Suddenly, all of the bubbles started moving. The cumulative pressure in the room was enough to get those bubbles to shoot through the doorway and out into the rest of the house. The speed at which they were pushed out was enough to make them tumble and roll, their beefy, sweaty bodies hitting each other several times over. Grunts and groans were plentiful, their arms and legs flailing in an attempt to regain stability.
"Shit! This is trippy as fuuuuuck!" shouted Chad. "Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! I am getting sick!" replied Marcus.
They soon found themselves pressed against the kitchen window. "Man, these bubbles are coming out so fucking fast" shouted Marcus, seeing that they now filled up the whole kitchen and were straining against each other.
"Bro, you think these bubbles are going to break the house apart?" asked Chad. The glass started cracking, a web of cracks and fissures appearing on the surface
"Oh, shit... Please pop once the bubble passes through the window." Hoped Marcus, thinking that the jagged edges of the broken glass should be enough to pop this bubble.
\\It was not. When the window had burst several seconds later, they were ejected into the air at a fast speed. Those glass fragments did nothing to slice open the sphere of indestructibility. The two now floating about in the evening sky. Their combined weight was not enough to bring the bubble down to earth immediately, and so their bodies tumbled and rubbed against each other briefly during the ejection.
"Woooooah! Man, we're flying!" stated Chad, pushing himself away from Marcus's ass before sitting down.
"This would be soooo cool if we weren't trapped inside of here." Marcus turned around to press his face against the bubbly surface and look down. The whole neighborhood was visible from here.
The problem was, the bubble was still semi-in a spin and because of that the bubble turned into a little spinning ball --- a ball to which the frat boys were inside. Naked. Rolling around. Tumbling. Body smashing, smearing against each other. It was a mess. It looked, well, it looked like they were definitely going at it with vengeance.
And of course, of all the qualities the bubble possessed, naturally it has translucency. This wouldn't be a problem...
Except for every mother fucking person who came out of their house when the crashing and banging started could now see two frat-boys rolling around on each other, floating in the sky...
Naked.
Completely.
Naked.
Other bubbles soon floated up into the sky, their house now tarnished from the inside-out because of the crushing pressure caused by the machine. Looking at the massive number of shiny spheres floating around, Chad gestured with his thumb at them. "Ayo, do you know when these bubbles expire or are they forever?"
Of course, Marcus had not a clue and thus shrugged. "Fuck if I know. I thought they would have popped within a minute or two... but now it's been like... what? Twenty minutes and they're still intact?" They wondered what would happen if enough bubbles were made to infest the entire city; it would probably be a horrible sight to behold if people mistook them for normal bubbles.
"Dude. Will you fucking... stop!" Chad said as he felt that god-like cock, warm and well-lubricated, rubbing against his ass. Kinda hard target to miss, that little bubble butt was.
"I can't help it!" Marcus said as they were effortlessly tossed to and fro.
"DUDE. You're gyrating. The bubble ain't doing that."
"Just trying to pop the bubble."
"Yeah, well, my ass isn't a bubble."
"Felt like one."


Dropping from the sky, the bubble started floating downward. Craning his neck down, Chad could see a large lake they were heading straight toward. Oh boy, if the bubble remained intact when they hit the water, would that mean they would be stuck at the bottom of the lake? "Ohhhh, fuck no. We're going to the lake, duuuude!" he shouted, elbowing Marcus. Of course, the elbow was not a gesture to get attention, but to pry that chubby fucking faggot from getting his rocks off him!
Noting the dangers, the frat punk that got them into this mess started to heave himself against his side of the bubble. And yet, yet still, he managed to pin Chad's tail between the bubble and his own cock. "Hey, push with me so we can get the bubble away from the lake."
Both of them shunted and pushed and struggled and heaved with all their might, but their efforts were hopeless in getting the bubble to avoid the lake. They were already spent, the bubble already rich with their profuse sweating.
Instead, they just made the descent faster. Seeing the surface of the water ever closer, Chad groaned in sorrow. "Oh fuck, we're gonna plunge down into the water. Get ready!" The bubble collided against the centre of the lake, but instead of floating upon the surface or sinking straight to the bottom, something far worse happened. They bounced off the bottom of the bubble and slapped each other accidentally, their heads and bellies colliding hard. When they got back to their senses, they could see that water was rapidly entering their bubble.
Marcus's face was lodged right against the lap of Chad... Cock squirmed and rubbed against his lips.
Instead of popping, the bubble was letting the water filter inside while remaining intact. Their pupils shook with terror when noticing their situation, both dinos standing themselves up before looking at each other. "SHIT! WE'RE TAKING WATER!" Shouted Marcus.
"This is NOT the way I wanted to go! Drowning in an indestructible bubble? Oh fuck." Already, the water was at their knees. Hoping that someone could come and help, they pushed at the sides of the bubble while screaming. "HEEEEEELP! HEEEEEELP! WE'RE DROWNING! PLEASE HEEEELP!"
They took stock of their surroundings. It was a fishing hole and campsite. And it just so happened to be massively filled with people.
Not one moved to help them. Phones and cameras and pictures seemed to be the priority. And truly, they had already been in some very compromising positions given the twirl and spin of the bubble.
"Bro, I think we're fucked... we can't get out." Shouted Marcus, the water now levelled to their chests. It was so cold and made their bodies tremble, their teeth chattering both from it and the fear of their incoming demise.
"Chad, I'm sorry for all the stupid shit I did with you... the reason why your girlfriend left you was me. I gave her a fake story because I was envious, and she believed it."
Were it not for the fact they were going to die, Chad would have socked him hard in the face. His momentary anger changed to a deep sigh, shaking his head and shrugging. "Well, I hope you go to Hell after we drown."
The water was now at their necks, having to nod upward to avoid taking in water. Their arms and legs shimmied to remain afloat on the surface, their breathing becoming shallower because the air was running out. "You ready, man?" said Marcus, not happy about what would soon happen.
"Marcus. You're a fucking faggot" said Chad curtly. The water now engulfed the entirety of the bubble, the frat bros taking one last deep inhalation before they began to dip under. The water was so dark, a bunch of little fishes swimming around the sphere as it crept its way to the floor.
Glancing at each other, Chad and Marcus were fraught with horror that this place was going to be their grave. Their cheeks were puffed, their pupils shaking with utter fear for what was coming. Their arms and legs slowly waded around, still unable to push their way out of the water bubble. Deeper and deeper they sank, the light of the sun becoming faint by the time they had reached the floor over a minute later. The frigid cold, mounting pressure, and despair that affected them now made them tremble so greatly. They each were chattering so hard that they might have chipped a tooth or three. The need to breathe slowly crept up, their heartbeat spiking up because of the terror that affected them. There was no air anywhere.
They should have just kept on playing games or watched "fuckdinos 4" for the fourth time. They should have just drunk themselves to sleep, and guzzle the remainder of their beer until they puked in the toilet bowl. The anger, disgust, horror, and despair managed to gradually fade away. Feeling the urgency to breathe increasing, they knew that they only had seconds to live. So, they raised up their hands to flip birds.
As if things couldn't get worse. The bubble did, indeed, respond to water. It responded in a way that was most, most unwanted. It shrank. It shrank all around them. It shrank until their bodies were tightly pressed against each other. Rapidly depleting oxygen in their lungs made true struggle rather difficult. As if they could fight against such a rubber-like surface.
As it collapsed around them, it was Marcus that was ultimately the winner. It was he who was behind Chad. His constant already gay-tinted actions positioned himself in such a way as to casually, accidentally, covertly ram his cock into Chad's butt, right on under that tail which he had already snaked between his hands. And so, things went from bad to worse as Marcus's body was pressing forward, Chad's backward...
And that cock teased the ass cheeks, lodging between asscheeks...
Chad widened his eyes, realizing what was happening. It took him a moment, his attention transfixed on the shrinking bubble.
Chad went wild.
So did Marcus. But, perhaps, not in quite the same way. Chad found his arms and hands imprisoned by rubbery constraints. And this allowed Marcus, well, to let nature take its natural course of action. His cock slowly entered inside that asshole, his hands on the tail slipped around Chad to clutch his belly...

Before finding that nice, massive cock.
As Chad was being pumped from inside his ass, his cock was being pumped from Marcus's tightly white-knuckled grasp.
They fucked.
And they cummed. Both.
But the bubble was just so tight that they were frozen like this, without any real way to struggle against the position the bubble had frozen them into.
The bubble popped just then.
They were half dead.
But half alive.
Either tried to swim to the surface. But the real problem began. Marcus had a massive, wide penis. Not quite long, so much as girthy. And it was currently stuck in that tight brah bum.
They struggled to the surface in a mock swim but being forced together in a homosexual union made it impossible. Finally, Marcus gasped his final time... Dying. His limbs jerked sporadically until finally, they moved merely from the current of Chad's desperate swimming.
He cut through the lake like a fish. But he was carting Marcus's dead body behind him, connected by cock in his ass, and frozen cold death grip stiff hands on his cock.
He didn't make it. He expired moments before he broke the surface.
At least finding their dead bodies was easy. Rescue divers had dipped into the lake to find the frat boys' bodies. And they were found. Dead.
In the wildest compromising position known to dinos.  

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