Just keep breathing. That's the key. :)

She came into my house and said I was a pest. Help me.

Waylon's daily nap always leaves him more breathless then rested. x3

I always liked the idea of a big gal just doing something casual, reading books, doing her makeup but she's sitting on a smaller male's face who is barely holding her up like Atlas and is struggling for air over her massive cheeks covering his face. x3

My envy knows no bounds, but god damn it was awesome to witness. x3

She'll be fine folks. Surely.

Truth. She's had an entire rat-person up there, gunna need to hit'er with the ol' triple fist.

Men who whimper? Perfect. Waylon does that all the time buried under cheeks. x3
Well done on this lil' gremlin bud! Praise the shortstacks.

halp

The piolets survived the crash and need to tell you they can get you out safely! x3

Helicopters be like: "Oh look, a survivor, we better warn'em about the zombies!"

Love these two troublemakers. <3