This girl is on fire! And that girl! And that one too!

“Tiiiimmmmm….”

He turned at the sound of his voice being moaned behind him. His sister, Tabby, was rubbing her groin through her pants, staring at him with hunger in her eyes.

“Tiiiiimmmmmmm….”

More moans, but from many voices. Tim’s rabbit ears flipped back and forth as he looked from woman to woman, each wearing a similar expression to Tabby’s. In his early adolescence Tim would have found the scene extremely erotic. Living it, though, made him feel more than a little nervous.

One by one the women got to their feet. Their expressions were animalistic, barely registering their surroundings, so locked onto him they were. A hand touched his shoulder. Tabby had approached him, drool staring to dribble from the corner of her mouth.

Another hand, Nancy’s, then another. And another. Every woman in the room was crowded around him. Vanessa pressed her lips against his. Rhian grabbed one of his breasts. Alexis and Sarah slipped their hands into his costume and held his penis. His mother licked his neck.

Closer and closer, grabbier and more aggressive the women became. Tim began to panic, attempting to push the women away. If he could just speak, use the authority he had gained in his trade, he could put a stop to it, but the women wouldn’t allow his mouth free.

Backward he fell, and the women piled on. It was claustrophobic. It was suffocating. Tim wanted to scream, but the tongue in his mouth stopped him. The rubbing, the kissing, began to hurt. So intense, so pushy were the women to get his attention that they didn’t care if he was in pain. Fingernails and teeth were deployed.

This is it, Tim said, this is how I go.

He could think of worse ways to die than being smothered by a collection of sexy women, although in that moment he wouldn’t have been able to list them. He only wished that he had found a way to remasculinize himself before the end. But it was all for naught. The weight of the women pressed down on him, his small body and slight build not made for fighting them off.

Tim closed his eyes, resigned to his fate. It was getting more and more difficult to breath. The mewling and moaning sounds of the women in the room filled his ears, each woman climaxing over and over just from being in close proximity to him. He fought for each inhale, unsure if each one would be his last.

And then it was. The weight, the pressing, the smothering, overcame him. Tim lay on the floor and began to fade away, no air left to replace his exhale.

It won’t be long, he reassured himself.

But it was long. In fact, it never came. Suddenly the moans stopped. Tim was laying on the floor in a silent room. The press of his admirers lessened, then ceased. Tim was able, even with his diminutive stature, push the women away and take a deep breath. From his position on the floor, he could see faces frozen, unmoving.

Time had come to a standstill.