Posted by Gabby on May 19, 2000 at 08:58:54:
It was a bright sunny summer day in the southeast. In a small local park an area company was taking advantage of the day to hold a picnic, unaware of the tragedy that was to follow. Christy had wandered off away from the others. She was a tall blonde with shortly cropped hair and a kind gentle face. Her white t-shirt was strained by her enormous bosom and her slight pot belly and light pink shorts left her pale legs bare.
"Excuse me young lady." a man's voice said behind her.
"Yes?" Christy asked as she began to turn.
"Haven't you heard pork-bellies are out." he commented.
A hurt look crossed Christy's face, but was quickly replaced by a stunned look as three suppressed shots shook her soft belly.
"Yeeeeeee!" Christy spat as she clawed at her already bloody belly.
Pfft. Pfft. The sounds of the shots were nearly undetectable, but Christy heard them, then felt them as her massive tits bounced wildly.
"Hulllhh!" Christy screamed through a mouthful of blood
She hunched over and fell flat on her face, never to move of her own power again.
In another area of woods around the park Martha walked behind a small group of hikers. Martha was a short voluptuous raven haired young woman. Her short skin tight blue dress made her huge breasts seem like they were going to bust out with each step. She stiffened as she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Can you see your toes when you look down?" a man's voice asked.
"Hey, I'm not that big." Martha said as she looked down.
Just as she looked down a blade burst out of cleavage.
"Huuuhhhh!" Martha grunted as as he eyes widened
Her grunt was choked off as blood flowed freely over her entire lower lip. The dagger was pulled out of her body. Martha slumped to the ground unceremoniously. Ahead of the group, Jason walked several feet ahead of the others and was quickly lost in the brush. The young man had short cut black hair, and wore a tight white t-shirt and jeans. He always kept his shirt tucked in his pants tightly to make it cling to his belly tight enough to show the impression of his big deep navel. He smiled as he watched his small party walking by him, then he walked back toward the picnic. He stumbled forward as a hand from behind pushed him. He heard a spring snap in front of him, and had no idea what it was until it was too late.
"Aaahh!" Jason groaned as he tried to right himself.
A long spike had popped up from under some brush to find its mark. He almost smiled as he saw the spike stuck in his belly-button, except for the fact that it was stuck two feet out his lower back. A gutting knife slid into his belly just above the spike and was slid straight up to his breast bone. Jason began to convulse as his small intestine slithered down the spike.
As Jason met his end Lisa walked into the restroom. She was a fairly small young brunette. Her jeans were skin tight, showing her well rounded body, and her blue and red striped blouse clung like a second skin to her enormous breasts and showed just a hint of fat on her belly.
"How did those guys get any work done with so many gals with such big tits around?" a young woman asked as Lisa let the door close.
"Kind of wonder that myself." Lisa said with a slight smile.
Pfft. Pfft.
"Awwwhhh!" Lisa cried as she was pushed back into the wall.
She looked down as she folded her hands on her belly.
"Just...had to be in the gut?" Lisa asked plaintively.
"Could be worse."
"I'm gutshot, how could it be worse?" Lisa asked sarcastically.
Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. Lisa raised her hands beside her head as she was slammed back into the wall again, this time blood exploded from her breasts.
"Had...to ask...oooooohhhhh!" Lisa moaned as he slid down the wall.
Her light blue eyes stared up at the ceiling as she sat motionless. Tracey gasped as she walked into the ladies room to find Lisa's corpse staring up a her. Tracey was slightly shorter than Lisa had been. She had long light brown hair down to her waist, and filled out her tight green blouse and jeans a little too well for her liking. Tracey was just as well endowed as Lisa, but she was a mother three times over and her belly showed it.
"I...I just came in and found her like that." Lisa's murderer said.
Tracey was near hysteria and was about ten seconds away from passing out at the same time. Lisa's murderer smiled soothingly as she walked over to Tracey and put her arm around the frightened brunette.
"Don't worry Miss, it will be all over soon."
Tracey jerked to her full height with a start.
"Oh no!" Tracey gulped as she looked down.
The hook of a gutting knife was already imbedded in her waist.
"Let's see what's in that big belly of yours."
With a quick jerk of the knife Tracey found her rounded belly opening.
"Ohhhh-ha-oooohhh!" Tracey squealled as her guts fell out in two sections.
The last thing she saw was her own liver laying in Lisa's lap. Tracey tasted her own blood as it filled her mouth, then overflowed it. She was already dead before she hit the floor.
Eva had wondered off from the picnic and was nearly at the point where Christy lay motionless. She was a tall slender young woman with long blonde hair down between her shoulder blades. Her hair made her light blue eyes seem to jump out particular when they widened upon seeing Christy's inert form. A lookout was posted just out of her earshot he picked up a portable radio.
"I've got a straggler, who just found a body, the first one we plugged."
"You've got your crossbow, get rid of her quietly." came the reply.
"She's a looker too, dead ringer for Tonya Harding."
"Quit admiring her and do her, before she screams." a worried voice ordered.
He put down the radio and put a crossbow to his shoulder.
"I've always wanted to do this to Tonya." he said commented.
Thonk.
"Ooohhhhh!" Eva spat as she was bent over by a bolt that had just penetrated her belly just an inch above her navel.
Her thin lips turned up in a quirky smile as she looked in the direction the bolt had come from.
"What...are you going to let...me bleed to death?" Eva shouted.
Thonk. Eva's eyes bulged as a bolt hit her large left breast, driving through through a rib, which in turn flayed her heart and left lung. She gagged as she fell back on the trail and lay motionless with her piercing blue eyes still staring in wide eyed terror.