Postby 101927700 » Fri Apr 22, 2016 4:53 am
Well, I didn't want it to have to come to this with this particular story, but I've just run out of ideas for what to do with the story that doesn't fall into the same monotonous stuff so many of us hate.
Chest Wader Sisters
By 101927700
There were two twin sisters, Abigail and Emma. They both loved going in the mud, and when they discovered the quicksand fetish community in their early adult years, they got stuck in a quicksand of their own, browsing the Internet looking for new videos and pictures, buying a lot of the scenes the producers made. Then, on a warm Spring day, Abigail was browsing through YouTube, when she came across a video that was of someone wearing chest waders, going deep in a slurry tank, coming within inches of flooding his waders, and climbing out. As she was watching the video, Abigail thought to herself, This would be a cool video, if not for the fact he was sinking in stinking cow shit!
"Emma!"
"What?"
"You've got to come and see this video I found!"
Emma bounded over to the computer next to Abigail. She watched the video, first with anticipation, then bewilderment mixed with disgust.
"Why would someone post a video on the Internet of sinking in frickin' COW POOP?! People are weird! Why can't they just go and sink in normal mud, not stuff that I know would make me sick just by smelling it!" said Emma.
"I know, right?"
"Yeah..."
"I know I would totally shit myself if I was him! Up to my chest in cow poop..." said Abigail.
There was a long silence. Then Abigail spoke with excitement.
"I have an idea!"
"What?"
"We should get chest waders! That way we can sink as deep as that guy did! If we were feeling really adventurous, we could go over the tops of the waders, and fill them up with liquid mud! Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Yeah it would!"
For the remainder of the day, the two searched the Internet for good chest waders. Eventually they found some nice neoprene boot-foot ones. They bought two pairs of chest waders, one for each of the two.
A few days later, the sisters' waders arrived in the mail. Abigail was the first to try on her new waders.
"These fit so snugly! I'll be able to feel the pressure of the mud climbing up the waders!" she exclaimed, excitement clear in her voice.
Emma proceeded to put hers on.
"Yes, they do fit very nicely," Emma said, "but what if this tightness means mud can't get in, should we go over the tops of the waders?"
"I wouldn't worry about it. Mud always finds a way. Remember when we first moved into this house, and there was a small crack in the basement wall, which still allowed a slight bit of mud to stick through, enough to leave a mark on the floor?" replied Abigail.
"Ah yes, I do remember that. If only the mud hadn't dried up so much since that first 70 degree day..." said Emma wishfully.
"That's just evaporation for you. But it doesn't matter that we don't have any mud by our house. Remember when we were walking along that creek, and I fell in up to my waist, and at the moment you pulled me out I still didn't feel a bottom?"
Emma was a little confused.
"I remember getting you out of the mud... But you never told me you didn't feel the bottom!" Emma said. "What I do remember is that it was hard as nails to get you out of there. Then again that was a few months ago..."
"Which means that it'll be even thicker now! Even more dangerous and amazing!" Abigail cut in.
"Alright. Let's get ready to go back there. Does tomorrow morning sound fine to you?" inquired Emma.
"It sure does," replied Abigail. "It's getting late now, and we need to go to bed so we have more than enough energy for tomorrow's wader testing."
The next day, Abigail and Emma were driving slowly on a dirt road that was next to the creek. They pulled over to the left side of the road and stopped. Abigail was the first to get out of the car. She wasted no time heading to the back of the car and getting her chest waders out of the trunk. Her heart was racing with anticipation. They were finally going to be going into deep mud in chest waders! Abigail watched as Emma put her chest waders on.
"It's so weird how snugly these fit!" commented Emma.
"Yes it is. But that means we can feel the mud even better!" replied Abigail. The two headed down a narrow dirt path in the trees, and soon came up to the stream. The water was calm today.
"This way!" said Abigail. She ran along the stream, Emma close behind. Eventually they came to a patch of darker brown soil about 20 feet from the water.
"This is the deep mud. Let's see how deep it is!" Without a moment's hesitation, Abigail set one foot on the mud. Her right leg quickly plunged up to the knee. She soon followed with her left leg.
"This is thick! But I feel no indication of a bottom to the mud," said Abigail. She felt the mud slowly climbing up her waders, enjoying the feeling of the mud pressing on her legs. Then, Emma stepped in next to her. She quickly sank to the same depth as Abigail, before she was able to slow herself down.
"You're right, this does feel kind of odd! I feel like the mud's giving me a hug!" she commented.
"It'll probably be even more so when you're up to your shoulders in it!" responded Abigail, a hint of playfulness in her voice.
The two sisters sank side by side for a few minutes. Soon, the mud was up to a few inches below their breasts.
"Imagine if we could float in the mud with our breasts!" commented Abigail. "After all, the community authors sure like to make it happen!"
"Yeah..."
Suddenly, the mud rumbled a bit, and a large quantity of gas bubbles up through the mud around the girls' waders.
"I think we reached some sort of collection of bog gas..." said Emma.
"Yeah, but you know what? That gas stinks! I might as well be in a tank full of cow shit!" replied Abigail, a hint of disgust in her voice.
"Ugh, don't make me remember that..."
"Ok, I won't."
Abigail and Emma stayed quiet for a moment or two, listening to the bog bubbling. The mud was applying way more pressure on the girls now that they were deeper into its grip.
"Isn't it a bit hard you for you to breathe with this much mud pressing on you?" asked Abigail.
"Yeah..." answered Emma.
I want to sink all the way under... But I don't know if that would get me killed... thought Abigail.
"I'm getting kind of bored. I wish some action was happening!" she said. Abigail put her hands on solid ground and pushed, trying to get herself out, but she didn't budge. The mud held her firmly in place - in fact, she seemed to be sinking deeper!
I’m not the person I was in 2016.
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