This is a fictional story set in the Walking Dead universe that has nothing to do with the actual TV series. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy! If this is not your cup of tea, please move along.
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"Eugene! Quickly, in here!" shouted the butch lesbian, Tara Chambler, as she held open the door to a small abandon general store.
She and her comrade Eugene Porter were out doing a supply run when they stumbled upon a horde of the undead aka walkers. As they tried to retreat, another horde of walkers appeared from the entranceway, trapping the two of them in the small town. The horde of walkers forced Tara and Eugene to take shelter in an abandon general store.
"Help me barricade the door," a fanatic Tara shouted.
Eugene helped Tara move some heavy shelves in front of the front door.
"We should probably check the back of the store as well," chimed in Eugene.
He and Tara race to the back of the store to find a couple of walkers wandering around. They appeared too had been employees of the general store.
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed a frighten Eugene.
Tara quickly dispatched the walkers with a hunting knife in the head. The door to the back of the store was missing off its frame, and a horde of walkers was quickly approaching through the back alley.
"We gotta barricade that door, now!" shouted Tara.
She and Eugene barricaded the door with whatever they could find in the back, as the horde of walkers began surrounding the building.
"Looks like we are surrounded and aren't going anywhere," Eugene commented.
"Yeah. It'll take the others a day to find us once they realize we haven't returned," said Tara. "Looks like we're spending the night here. Fuck! The straps to this flimsy ass bra broke again. Girls with big boobs should not be doing all this running."
In a surprise move in front of Eugene, Tara began to pull the busted brassiere off her massive chest from underneath her dirty white tank top. Beads of sweat rolled off Eugene's forehead as he ogled Tara discarding the flimsy brassiere and freeing her enormous breasts from their shackles. Her very large breasts hung-low and heavy and sloped from her chest in the form of beautiful fat teardrops. Her dark nipples were small and prominent through the grimy white tank top.
"Oh, that feels so much better," Tara bloated, as she made her way back to the front of the store. Eugene watched as her huge boobs jiggled and bounced effortlessly beneath her tank top. "Aren't you coming to Eugene?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm right behind you," Eugene replied, breaking out of his trance. From behind, he noticed Tara's backside was equally well-endowed beneath her hip-hugging jeans.
As night fell, the horde of walkers still had the store surrounded.
"I got a confession to make," hesitated Eugene.
"We're not going to die, Eugene. No need for a deathbed confession," Tara replied.
"No one knows we're here..." He confessed.
"What do you mean no one knows we're here? Of course, they do. You told them, right?" a worried and confused Tara asked.
"Not in so many words... I didn't speak to a single soul about our whereabouts."
"Oh my god, Eugene! You told me that Rick and the others knew we were making a supply run. How could you lie to me like that? Not only that, we're stuck here in a broken down building surrounding by thousands of walkers. Oh my god, this is unbelievable. Unbelievable."
Tara started pacing in circles about their dire situation and trying to come up with a solution to get out of it. Eugene had his eyes focused on her gigantic 34EE's, as they bounced around inside her tank top. She had the biggest boobs in the whole camp and sadly, was only interested in other women. Her last relationship was with a woman named Denise. She was murdered in cold blood by the Saviors, but before her untimely death, Denise had gotten drunk one night and bragged to Eugene about how wonderful Tara's massive and soft funbags were and how her tiny nipples would triple in size after long periods of nursing on them. Denise would go into vivid details about fucking Tara with a big strap-on and causing her to have multiple orgasms. Eugene was getting a hard boner just reliving those detailed stories from Denise.
"Eugene! Earth to Eugene! What are you doing?" Tara called out.
"Oh, just in deep thinking, is all," he solemnly replied.
"While staring at my boobs? Hurry up and think of a way to get us out of this mess that you got us in," Tara angrily stated.
"I'm sorry, I am. I don't see any way out of this mess. I calculated every possible angle, and I've hit nothing but dead ends. Since this could be our last night together, would you grant a dying man's request?" Eugene asked.
"And what would that be?" a curious Tara asked.