As you venture across the room, your tiny legs move swiftly, but it's a slow and laborious process due to your minuscule size. The distance that would normally take a few strides for a normal person feels like an eternity for you. You navigate around the scattered papers, dodging giant dust bunnies and lost paper clips as you make your way towards the imposing desk.
The desk looms before you, a towering monolith that seems to touch the ceiling. Its surface is a vast, uncharted territory that stretches out like an endless plain. You scan the perimeter, searching for any means to ascend this behemoth. However, the smooth surface offers no obvious handholds or footholds for someone of your diminutive stature.
Your gaze shifts to the chair, its an older model with worn upholstery and scratches that she most have been using for a while. The ruts and crevices on its surface catch your attention – they might just provide the necessary grips for you to climb up. You make your way over to the chair, using your tiny hands to grasp onto the worn wood as you begin your ascent.
The climb is precarious, but you're determined to get Nabiki's attention, as it might be your only chance out of this crazy mess. You haul yourself up, rung by rung, until you finally reach the seat of the chair. From this vantage point, you survey the desk once more, searching for a route to reach its surface. A faint glimmer of hope appears in the form of a small stack of papers teetering on the edge of the desk – if you can just make it there without toppling them over…
Just as you're contemplating your next move, Nabiki stirs from her slumber, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a languid yawn. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the ground before standing up and ambling towards the chair. You, still perched on the seat, are completely unaware of the impending doom that's about to befall you.
As Nabiki approaches the chair, she plops down into it with a contented sigh, completely oblivious to your tiny form beneath her. Her massive buttocks descend upon you like a falling boulder, crushing you beneath their enormous weight, the warm flesh pressing down on you. You feel like an insect being squashed as Nabiki's butt cheek presses down on you, pinning you to the wooden seat.
The pain is immediate and excruciating. Your tiny body is compressed to an alarming degree, your bones creaking under the pressure. You feel like you're being flattened into a pancake, your internal organs screaming in protest as they're squished against the unforgiving wood. The air is forced out of your lungs in a silent whoosh, leaving you gasping for breath.
The sensation is akin to being trapped beneath a mountain range, with Nabiki's massive booty
serving as the towering peaks that threaten to crush you at any moment. You're unable to move, unable to escape the crushing pressure that's bearing down upon you. Your vision begins to blur at the edges as stars dance before your eyes, and for a moment, you wonder if this is it – if this is how your miniature adventure will come to an end.
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