Your team painfully dragged itself back together into a ragged defensive line. It seemed to you that Cindy's team had grown, but that might have been from a head injury. Three touchdowns later, you were still trying to tell yourself that. Your players had been more cautious, and only two had died. By now you were only crotch level with the shortest of Cindy's team, and the tallest was so large you barely reached her thighs.
The ref had conveniently died after calling one of Cindy's players for beating one of your players to death with another player. His death marked the end of any semblance of fairness. The next play saw practically the rest of your team murdered. Their linemen easily held back your blitz, and two of your teammates disappeared beneath the feet of the other team. One particularly lithe replacement slipped through the larger girls and dove for the quarterback. He held on desperately to her stomach, but she merely stumbled backwards before yanking him off and tearing him in two.
You had fallen back to cover Cindy, who also towered over you. The QB passed the ball to her and she darted away much faster than her size should have allowed. Three survivors rushed in from opposite directions to try and prevent the drive. The biggest girl on Cindy's team, an easily 30 foot tall girl with curves overflowing the scant bikini, dove on the pair running in from the left. Her massive breasts landed dead on, and she slid another 10 feet. When she stood up the two players were smeared along the whole 10 feet too. The final man going to halt her progress was almost on top of Cindy, but another of her teammates came to the rescue. She jumped into the air and landed her ass right on top of his head. She laughed happily as she stood up and brushed the flattened player off her bikini bottom. You thought it might be safer to let Cindy get the touchdown. The team grew another few feet, and one especially excited Cindy crushed your quarterback between her legs.
Things only got worse after that. Eventually, moving the ball became secondary to killing your team. At 60 feet, they couldn't be stopped by anything you did. As more and more of your players became reduced to stains on the other team's perfect bodies, more players rushed out from an off-field locker room. You managed to stay alive through the whole game, and at the end Cindy had the grace to shrink back to fifteen feet before coming to tease you for losing.
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