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Name: Anonymous 2007-08-24 15:17 ID:suVIao7k

Being unable to do anything due to nervousness and shyness, I break down in tears and run as fast as my flabby little legs allow me back towards the basement.

On the stairs, I trip over my chubby, smelly feet and crash down.

The impact of my immense weight and my wailing cries make the whole house shake.

The neighbours, freaked out by my pathetic wailing, start to come out of their houses, and one of them calls the emergency services.

The medics find me lying on the basement floor in the foetal position, covered in my own blood, tears, sweat, urine and feces.

I make yelping and grunting noises while my immense weight prevents my crushed, bruised body from getting up.

The medics, seeing my pathetic self, panicking and sobbing, struggling to roll over like a turtle lying on its back, are trying and failing to contain their laughter.

I start to scream and pound my meaty fists on the floor.

After 15 seconds, it tires me out, and I am so out of breath that I start to wheeze.

The medics, now doubling over in laughter, don't notice that my gasps for air are actualy sounds of myself starting to choke on my own saliva and sweat.

The horrid smell, the shame, the pain, the panic ... I feel a torrent of vomit rising up to my throat.

Unable to turn over to let it gush out of my fat mouth, I start to suffocate.

As horrible pain tears my lungs apart, and the slow death of my brain rips my consciousness to shreds, the last I experience of this world is the unbearable, burning shame, the smell of my own excrement, the taste of rancid puke, and their horrible, horrible laughter.

Name: Anonymous 2007-08-24 17:42 ID:3ZeUFdHT

緊張及び内気のために何でもしてなくて私は破損及び操業で私のflabby 小さい足が地階の方に私を可能にすると速く破壊する。 階段で、私は私のchubby 、smelly フィートおよび衝突につまずく。 私の広大な重量の影響および私の泣き叫ぶ叫びは全家を揺れさせる。 隣人は彼らの家から出るそれらの私の悲しい泣き叫ぶこと、開始及び1 によって、呼出し緊急時サービスfreaked 。 医者は私をカバーされる私の自身の血の胎児位置、破損、汗、尿およびfeces の地階の床にあることを見つける。 私は起きることから私の広大な重量が私の押しつぶされた防ぐ間、騒音を叫び、うなる、傷つけられたボディを作る。 医者は、私の悲しい自己に会って、背部であっているカメのようにに転がるために戦ってパニックに陥って及びすすり泣いてである試み、彼らの笑い声を含んでいないことを。 私は叫び、床の私のmeaty 握りこぶしを打ち砕き始める。 15 秒後に、それは私を疲れさせ、私がwheeze 始めるほど私は息切れがしている。 笑い声で倍増している医者は、今空気のための私のあえぎが私の自身の唾液で窒息し、発汗し始めている自分自身の音actualy であることに気づかない。 horrid 臭い、恥、苦痛、パニックは... 私は吐物の急流を私の喉まで上がることを感じる。 引っくり返ることないそれが私窒息し始める私の脂肪質の口から噴出するようにしなさい。 恐ろしい苦痛が私の肺を離れて引き裂く、及び私の頭脳の遅い死が断片に私の意識を裂くので、この世界の最後I の経験は私の自身の排泄物の堪えがたく、非常に熱い恥、臭い、臭いpuke の好み、恐ろしく、恐ろしい笑い声である。

Name: Anonymous 2007-08-24 17:43 ID:3ZeUFdHT

For becoming tense and bashfulness not to be done て I when with damage and operation the my flabby small foot in the basement makes me possible, destroy fast even with something. With the stairway, I my chubby, stumble to the smelly feet and collision. Influence of my immense weight and the scream where I wail make all house shake. It calls due to especially, start and 1 the neighbor those which come out of their houses me is sad and wails, emergency service freaked. The doctor fetus position of my itself blood which covers me, finds the fact that it is on the floor of the basement of damage, sweat, urine and feces. While as for me my immense weight me was crushed from the fact that it occurs and preventing, the body where noise you shout, groans, is damaged is made. Not including attempt and their laughter where the doctor slurps and cries and is meeting to oneself where I am sad, like the turtle which has met in the back section fighting in order to roll falling to panic, and. I shout, start breaking my meaty fist of the floor. 15 seconds later, as for that you have me become tired, I have done wheeze as for extent me who am begun the breath being cut off. As for the doctor who has been redoubled in the laughter, now my panting for the air suffocates with my itself saliva, does not become aware in being his own sound actualy which has started sweating. As for horrid smell, shame, pain and panic... as for me the rapid stream of 吐 ones you feel that it rises to my throat. That there are no times when it overturns tries to gush me from the mouth of my fat quality which starts suffocating. To pull from my lung fearful pain separated it tears, because and the death where my brain is slow tears my consciousness in fragment, it is the laughter where last I experience of this world is hard to withstand my itself excretory ones, the taste of very hot shame, smell and smell puke, is fearful, is fearful.

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