Your breath hitches as you hear her mutter those words in a daze. Her eyes droopily stare down as she walks over to a seat and plops you down. You try to get back up and try calling for her but she either has ignored, which was unlikely from her current state, or from her drunken point of view, didn't hear you as she sat down.
You watch as her rear descends and seats herself comfortable with you, wedged between the seat and her monstrous bottom.
You struggle and struggle until you're tired out, she doesn't seem to actually mind the struggling, genuinely thinking you were a cushion.. or she was numb.
Suddenly, you feel the giant and heavy weight on you press further and try to make itself more comfortable for some reason.
Right when you think things can't get worse as you struggle, the crushing weight suddenly...
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