Listen To Your Friends
Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 4:30 pm
McKenna was a trained fisher girl, growing up by Anchorage, Alaska. She had been fishing with her dad for nearly 15 years.
Today was her 20th birthday. She decided to visit the local glacier, and test her chest waders in the mud. When she had told her friends about the plan, they told her not to, that she would get stuck. But she shrugged it off as a myth. She packed her waders into a bag, and drove off for the glacier mud.
McKenna drove down the final dirt road to reach the glacial mudflat. It truly was massive. She parked her car, and put on her chest waders. They were warm and insulated as the climate required. She headed down the hill, and reached the edge of the mud.
The mud's surface refused to break under McKenna's waders until she reached the middle of the mud. Her foot sank right in, up to her knee. The other foot soon followed. She tried to lift her foot up, but nothing happened. She tried the other foot. Same result.
McKenna tried digging with her hands, but the mud wouldn't let her hands go in. The surface tension was too high. And she couldn't feel a bottom. But she wasn't sinking... until she tried to kneel down. This broke the internal tension, and McKenna started sinking. The mud was super thick, and she couldn't even move in it. Eventually, she reached thigh-deep. Her feet were getting a bit cold from the mud, but she thought nothing of it. McKenna could also feel the pressure of the mud on her legs. It was a bit uncomfortable, but bearable. She tried to get out again, but once again she found her legs fixed in place. McKenna was well and truly stuck in the glacial mud.
McKenna tried to bend over, but as soon as she did, she sank again. She felt the incredible pressure of the mud close around her lower woman area, making her feel weird. Then, the mud climbed to her waist. She found herself unable to lean over, and by now her feet were no longer dropping in temperature, but they were cold. Her stomach felt weird due to the mud pressure. At this point, McKenna called out for help.
"Help me! Please! Anyone! I'm stuck waist deep in thick-as-shit glacial mud!" McKenna exclaimed. But there was no answer. But she did sink deeper. The cold mud slowly climbed up her lower body, threatening to overflow her waders.
"Oh god please, please, please don't let my waders overflow, I realize the mistake I made now," pleaded McKenna. But her prayers were not answered. As if the mud had heard her, she sank deeper and deeper. Eventually, the mud's surface tension was the only thing keeping her dry and clean.
"Oh god, what do I do? My friends were right about this mud! I should've listened to them! Now my only hope is to press on this mud. Ah, never mind. It'll be futile. Might as well take advantage of this situation to tweet about it! Let's see... tweet... hmm, how to word this... I know! 'Stuck in chest waders in chest-deep glacial mud. In case I never get out and die, I want you all to know... I left this world following what I thought was right. -McKenna.' Perfect! Now to pray for my life..." But this round of prayers would not result in anything good.
"...and may you divinely lift me out of this mud. I may be an atheist, but at this point only prayer will save me," said McKenna. But her prayers once again went unanswered, but misinterpreted by the mud. McKenna sank deeper, over the tops of her chest waders. The mud felt as thick as molasses. But it was a rather temperate temperature. The mud was so thick that it didn't want to enter McKenna's waders, but gravity dictated that it did. And so McKenna felt her waders slowly fill up with thick glacial mud. At this point, McKenna sent out one final tweet saying: Waders filling with this thick mud. Pray for me.
McKenna's waders were filled to the top with the thickest mud in the world. At this point, McKenna was weak from her struggles - and still sinking. She let out a squeak of half arousal half fear as the mud started to climb around her breasts. But she ignored the strong internal desire to have an orgasm. Her breasts provided as nice buoys, and she was no longer sinking. But she really wanted to get out, to prove to her friends that she was right. Unfortunately for her, she would never get the chance.
McKenna put her hands on the mud one more time, and surprisingly, she actually lifted up an inch. But her waders were so weighed down with glacial mud that she couldn't hold up any longer. She lifted her hands, and she sank to her shoulders, sinking a millimeter a second. There was no hope for her now.
McKenna was deeply stuck in Alaskan glacial mud up to her shoulders. Her waders were swamped with the mud, and her clothes were trashed. She tried to move, but this only loosened more mud under her feet, and McKenna sank to her chin. It was becoming difficult for her to breathe due to the weight of mud on her chest. She accepted she was going to drown, and shook her head, causing the mud to loosen and her head to go under.
Beneath the mud, it was hard for McKenna to hold her breath due to the pressure. She knew her hair was visible on the surface. But eventually she fell to the mud, opening her mouth and releasing her last breath. She slowly faded away....
2,500 years later...
Johann Jovez was exploring a cave in his brand new Nano-Suit, which enabled him to have infinite oxygen and basically be immortal. He was looking at an ancient glacial mud deposit, when he encountered a fossilized skeleton in the rock. He dug it out, and probed the skeletons preserved DNA, and found something truly astounding. The skeleton was of a 20 year old girl who had died January 5, 2015. Little did he know that these were the remnants of McKenna's body. The end.
I constructed this story from what I know about Alaskan glacier mud and from learning from my previous stories. It usually takes around an hour and a half to write a story, but my story, "Tirah and Abigail: A Story of Waders in a Bog", known in the community for involving two girls pooping in their mud-filled waders, took a week to write, slowly bringing plot elements together. Sometime during the week I will post a tutorial about how to write my kind of story.
Thanks for reading,
101927700.
Today was her 20th birthday. She decided to visit the local glacier, and test her chest waders in the mud. When she had told her friends about the plan, they told her not to, that she would get stuck. But she shrugged it off as a myth. She packed her waders into a bag, and drove off for the glacier mud.
McKenna drove down the final dirt road to reach the glacial mudflat. It truly was massive. She parked her car, and put on her chest waders. They were warm and insulated as the climate required. She headed down the hill, and reached the edge of the mud.
The mud's surface refused to break under McKenna's waders until she reached the middle of the mud. Her foot sank right in, up to her knee. The other foot soon followed. She tried to lift her foot up, but nothing happened. She tried the other foot. Same result.
McKenna tried digging with her hands, but the mud wouldn't let her hands go in. The surface tension was too high. And she couldn't feel a bottom. But she wasn't sinking... until she tried to kneel down. This broke the internal tension, and McKenna started sinking. The mud was super thick, and she couldn't even move in it. Eventually, she reached thigh-deep. Her feet were getting a bit cold from the mud, but she thought nothing of it. McKenna could also feel the pressure of the mud on her legs. It was a bit uncomfortable, but bearable. She tried to get out again, but once again she found her legs fixed in place. McKenna was well and truly stuck in the glacial mud.
McKenna tried to bend over, but as soon as she did, she sank again. She felt the incredible pressure of the mud close around her lower woman area, making her feel weird. Then, the mud climbed to her waist. She found herself unable to lean over, and by now her feet were no longer dropping in temperature, but they were cold. Her stomach felt weird due to the mud pressure. At this point, McKenna called out for help.
"Help me! Please! Anyone! I'm stuck waist deep in thick-as-shit glacial mud!" McKenna exclaimed. But there was no answer. But she did sink deeper. The cold mud slowly climbed up her lower body, threatening to overflow her waders.
"Oh god please, please, please don't let my waders overflow, I realize the mistake I made now," pleaded McKenna. But her prayers were not answered. As if the mud had heard her, she sank deeper and deeper. Eventually, the mud's surface tension was the only thing keeping her dry and clean.
"Oh god, what do I do? My friends were right about this mud! I should've listened to them! Now my only hope is to press on this mud. Ah, never mind. It'll be futile. Might as well take advantage of this situation to tweet about it! Let's see... tweet... hmm, how to word this... I know! 'Stuck in chest waders in chest-deep glacial mud. In case I never get out and die, I want you all to know... I left this world following what I thought was right. -McKenna.' Perfect! Now to pray for my life..." But this round of prayers would not result in anything good.
"...and may you divinely lift me out of this mud. I may be an atheist, but at this point only prayer will save me," said McKenna. But her prayers once again went unanswered, but misinterpreted by the mud. McKenna sank deeper, over the tops of her chest waders. The mud felt as thick as molasses. But it was a rather temperate temperature. The mud was so thick that it didn't want to enter McKenna's waders, but gravity dictated that it did. And so McKenna felt her waders slowly fill up with thick glacial mud. At this point, McKenna sent out one final tweet saying: Waders filling with this thick mud. Pray for me.
McKenna's waders were filled to the top with the thickest mud in the world. At this point, McKenna was weak from her struggles - and still sinking. She let out a squeak of half arousal half fear as the mud started to climb around her breasts. But she ignored the strong internal desire to have an orgasm. Her breasts provided as nice buoys, and she was no longer sinking. But she really wanted to get out, to prove to her friends that she was right. Unfortunately for her, she would never get the chance.
McKenna put her hands on the mud one more time, and surprisingly, she actually lifted up an inch. But her waders were so weighed down with glacial mud that she couldn't hold up any longer. She lifted her hands, and she sank to her shoulders, sinking a millimeter a second. There was no hope for her now.
McKenna was deeply stuck in Alaskan glacial mud up to her shoulders. Her waders were swamped with the mud, and her clothes were trashed. She tried to move, but this only loosened more mud under her feet, and McKenna sank to her chin. It was becoming difficult for her to breathe due to the weight of mud on her chest. She accepted she was going to drown, and shook her head, causing the mud to loosen and her head to go under.
Beneath the mud, it was hard for McKenna to hold her breath due to the pressure. She knew her hair was visible on the surface. But eventually she fell to the mud, opening her mouth and releasing her last breath. She slowly faded away....
2,500 years later...
Johann Jovez was exploring a cave in his brand new Nano-Suit, which enabled him to have infinite oxygen and basically be immortal. He was looking at an ancient glacial mud deposit, when he encountered a fossilized skeleton in the rock. He dug it out, and probed the skeletons preserved DNA, and found something truly astounding. The skeleton was of a 20 year old girl who had died January 5, 2015. Little did he know that these were the remnants of McKenna's body. The end.
I constructed this story from what I know about Alaskan glacier mud and from learning from my previous stories. It usually takes around an hour and a half to write a story, but my story, "Tirah and Abigail: A Story of Waders in a Bog", known in the community for involving two girls pooping in their mud-filled waders, took a week to write, slowly bringing plot elements together. Sometime during the week I will post a tutorial about how to write my kind of story.
Thanks for reading,
101927700.