04-07-2017, 04:50 PM
It was torture, being cooped up into the closet, he was sobbing into a coat that was hanging from the rack above him, his hands scrambled for some sort of hold on anything. He was gasping in breaths desperately and it felt like his insides were going to spill out if he moved even an inch more. His eyes were wet as he looked up helplessly to Chris, with his knees pressed firmly against the large swell that was his stomach and it was pulsing almost. The weakened man tilted his head back against the wall with sweat glistening on his collarbone and staining the sweat suit he was stuffed into his first day at the lab. "It's coming... It's coming... I can't stop it!"His muscles flexed and he groaned loudly,"Help me, help me, please... It's too big, too big."
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