You breathe a sigh of relief. As much as you've always imagined being close to this cosplayer's ass, you never wanted it to be this close, OR THIS PAINFUL. It was then that you noticed something. Your dislocated bones seemed to be popping back into place. Were you...reforming in a sense? "This is great" you think "When everything heals I'll just run and..." Suddenly you stop. Your somehow recovery was distracting you from something else. Even though Jessica had gotten off of you, the shadow from the massive behind was still there. In fact, it was getting wider. You realized she wasn't just standing up, she was readjusting to move farther back! You start to panic significantly! If just the tip was making your bones ache, just imagine what the whole pound of flesh would do! You have to act, do something, but all you can do is try to crawl with your damaged limbs. As you can imagine you don't get very far, so you just turn onto your back and observe the mound of legging covered flesh heading towards you.
*WHUMP*
The impact comes quickly. Your whole body is immediately smushed. Jessica is definitely more comfortable, but still wiggles around in the chair a little bit to get even more comfy. This is AGONY for you. You get dragged along the top of the chair with her ass making your friction burns even worse, and your reforming ceases. Surprisingly you don't feel your bones popping anymore, but the pressure still makes any moving impossible. Jessica finally comes to a rest on top of you and starts to chat away with Barbara. You can faintly hear their muffled conversation, but things are starting to get hazy. As weird as it sounds, you kind of wish you were in the crack of the leggings, maybe then it would be easier to breathe. You're not completely out of breath, but it's almost like you're being given just enough air to survive, although it makes you dizzy. Every laugh moves the globes, every lean is like an earthquake. Some part of you, a very small part, loves this. But you also don't want to die, so you just hope that something happens. 30 minutes of this goes, and you're starting to feel like no hope is coming and you just hope she hops and ends it.
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