The sun beat down on the town park, casting a warm glow over the playground. Agnes, a woman of considerable size and even more considerable confidence, spotted a sturdy picnic table and got a devious idea. She approached a group of children playing nearby, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Hey little man," she called out to a 7-year-old boy named Timmy. "Want to help an old lady out and play a game with me?"
Timmy looked up at Agnes, curiosity piqued. "What kind of game?"
Agnes grinned, "It's a game where you lie down and I sit on your face, real slow-like. You tap out when you've had enough, okay?"
Timmy's eyes widened, but he didn't fully understand the implications of what Agnes was suggesting. "Okay," he agreed, eager to please the friendly old lady.
"That's the spirit, you're a brave little one!" Agnes exclaimed, patting Timmy on the head.
Timmy lay down on the table, his heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. Agnes positioned herself above him, her ample weight making the table creak.
"You know, I used to be a sumo wrestler in my younger days," she said, teasing Timmy with her proximity.
She began to lower herself, making sure to take it slow. Timmy started to squirm and giggle, unsure of what to make of this strange game.
"Feeling a bit squished, are we?" Agnes taunted, her weight pressing down on Timmy's face.
Timmy tried to signal that he was done, but Agnes didn't seem to notice or care. She continued to lower herself, her face reddening with excitement.
"I bet you didn't know an ass like mine could be so deadly!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with wickedness.
Finally, she lowered herself fully, relishing the feeling of her full weight on Timmy's face. She heard a sickening crunch and realized, with a twisted thrill, that she'd gone too far.
Agnes slowly stood up, her heart racing with excitement and fear. She looked down at Timmy's lifeless body and whispered, "My, my... I've always had a thing for thick female asses. And to think, my ass just killed a boy..."
She chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the horror of what she'd done. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at the sight of Timmy's crushed body.
She quickly composed herself and walked away, already planning her next "game" in her devious mind.
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