It took you several minutes to fully grasp that the huge expanse of fabric were on was a bed. The strangest thing about it was that it wasn't even yours to begin with but someone else's. The sheer size you were reduced to was also mind-boggling but you were more concerned about not being able to recognize whom this room belonged to, it could cause a ton of trouble.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a series of rhythmic quakes 'Guess I'm about to find out whose room is this' You thought, feeling a tad nervous but you hoped things wouldn't turn out too badly. With each passing seconds the tremors grew in intensity and you gulped, feeling intimidated. When the door was pushed open you were surprised to see none other than Mayor Patricia. On the one hand it was nice to see a familiar face, as she's a close friend of your mom's as well as her boss at work but on the other you grew pale, realizing she could very easily mistake you for an insect.

When you looked up you saw that she was wearing a sporty-looking outfit and right at that moment she turned around, revealing her absolutely immense dumptruck of an ass, tightly clad in black leggings that appeared to be painted onto it, looking unable to contain such a gigantic butt. Your surroundings instantly darkened, alerting you that she was about to take a seat right upon you, completely unaware of your presence on her bed.

Seeing that her enormous ass was too vast for you to escape from, you did the next best thing which was to lie down spread-eagle, hoping to minimize the crushing from her titanic weight but you weren't sure you could actually survive it but it was a gamble you had to take. In mere moments you found yourself engulfed by an overwhelming, warm gelatinous mass that was bearing down on you with the weight of many entire worlds.

You weren't pulverized nor crushed into a pulp as you feared but you were still under a mind-boggling amount of pressure and each second felt like several minutes. The sheer desperation of being unable to move made it all the more agonizing. You were under her right buttcheek and completely at her mercy until she decided to get up. This was far from a comfortable experience but once the initial panic wore off you appreciated being still alive.

You tried to squirm and twitch, using every ounce of strength in your tiny body to fight against the overbearing weight of Patricia's monstrous posterior but it only resulted in the faintest movements. Still, you hoped she felt those. Just in case and as risky as it was, you also opened your mouth and tried biting into her doughy flesh as hard as you could, knowing that it wouldn't be enough to hurt her but surely it would get her attention. At this moment, it didn't matter if she mistook you for a bug, you wanted her to get up and look at you...