The already oppressive force suddenly intensifies as you sense a titanic shift above you. The world quakes and groans as she subtly shifts in her seat, seeking a more comfortable position. Instead of reprieve, this movement brings an unspeakable horror; her titanic, meaty ass cheek surges towards you with the inexorability of an avalanche.
The uneven, dimpled skin of her rear, covered in the thin veneer of sweat and dirt accumulated from hours of walking the mall's vast expanse, stretches and contorts. The crevices and valleys of her cellulite-rich flesh seem to reach out, pulling and swallowing everything in their path.
A desperate, strangulated gasp escapes your lungs just as her flesh envelopes you, mashing you into the unforgiving surface beneath. The onslaught is so sudden and overpowering that your crushed form doesn't even register as a discomfort to her. You’re nothing but a minor inconvenience, a brief itch beneath her enormous weight.
Your awareness centers on a sickening sensation: the feeling of being steamrolled, stretched thin, and spread out beneath a warm, undulating mountain of flesh. There’s a creak, a snap, and you're sure it's the last sounds your spine will ever emit. Your ribs fold in on themselves, compressing vital organs into a pulpy mush, the vital essence of life oozing out in a manner too grim to fathom.
The thick, oppressive mass of her body bears down on you, forcing every last bit of air from your already laboring lungs. The grime of the day, combined with her natural musk, fills your nostrils with a suffocating miasma. As your senses are consumed by the rank warmth, you can taste the bitter tang of sweat, the stale remains of cheap perfume, and the heavy metallic undertones of fatigue.
The feeling of your ribs snapping and your spine compressing is drowned out by the overwhelming crush of her flesh, each broken shard of bone merely adding to the grotesque tableau of pain you're enduring.
Yet, in her obliviousness, she continues to adjust, steamrolling her heavy weight over your broken form. Every subtle movement, every twitch and wiggle, only serves to exacerbate your torment. The dim light that once permeated through her dress now fades into an eternal midnight, and you’re left with the cruel realization that this is the very end, flattened beneath the careless might of a tired shopper, discarded and forgotten.
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