Getting Up Early Is Murder! The Hopeless Life of a Doomed Male in the Face Flatteners Palace of Big Deadly Women - Welcome to the Frantic Life of Desperation and Despair That Is the Hopelessly Short Life of a Doomed Male in a World of Big Deadly Women I got out of bed, leaving the three bedtime joy boys I had been lying on all night long totally and utterly squashed, ruined and broken from the impact of my sexy girly vastness lying on them all night long as I slept. They had been lying under my mattress and suffering my full sleeping weight, which is way over ten times what any of the joy boys weigh, suffering the enormity of my weight pressing down on them all night long. My super best girly friend, Millie the Magnificent Million Ton Mistress McFlatten the 29,430 lbs No Mercy Missie of a Megakrrrrrrrrrushhhhhhh- eratrix had come in to join me for the night. The total combined weight on the slaves had more than doubled as a result, much to the destructive impact of this on the men under our mattress. Such immense down-press forces are far beyond what such scrawny little wimps can handle! But given that only one of them was right beneath the most devastatingly deadly epicentreof these downforces, the other tweo mangled wimps were still alive when we awoke. Now it was time rise and shine, to kiss my close friend Millie the Magnificent Million Ton Mistress McFlatten goodbye for now, to take the mattress off and to inspect them. I was used to seeing some damage down there, but having two colossal krusher ladies on the mattress had nocturnally done more damage to their tender and fragile ribcages than I had anticipated. Plenty of cracked ribs, facial damage, flattened leg tissue, collapsed body parts, etcetera. The usual. I was pleased to see that they were still alive, only just. And not for long! As I sat up to rise for the day, I heard the crunch of the middle one's already multiply broken chest give way completely from the devastating down-forces of my amazingly womanly XXXXL body. His muffled screams were muted by the freshly worn (by me) XXXXL underwear I had wisely stuffed in each one's mouth in the evening to muffle their screams. I had changed my underpants twice yesterday, and so all three pairs truly were freshly worn by me, not long before going into their three sweet, adorable bedtime joy boy mouths. And all three XXXXL pairs had my crotchy aroma on them, which I smeared all over their faces in the evening ...