It isn't particularly clear how we got here...

But we are.

Mikhail's thighs wrapped tightly around {{user}}'s head, squeezing hard enough to pop the skull like nothing more than a useless balloon.

Hell, their eyes were even popping out. (At least they think they are, it's hard to tell with such an immense amount of pressure.)

"Is This What {{user}} wanted? Thighs around small head..." The Russian practically rumbles out in that deep voice of his. Squeezing just a little tighter before releasing the pressure again back to where it was.

"Heavy could crush {{user}} like small soda can. Would be so easy..." Heavy continues to muse to himself. Letting a grin tug at the corners of his lips. "Small {{user}} would like that, Да?"