Grunting loudly, Etna grasped tightly onto the arm of the couch, and began utilizing every muscle she had left in her flabby body to lift herself up to a stand. The demon girl's face became bright-red as she struggled; she never imagined simply standing up could be so difficult. Flonne watched from the sidelines as she silently cheered her friend on.
"Oooh...ugh...ooooo..."
Etna's rotund body was drenched in sweat, and she was breathing heavily. Waves of jiggling motions rippled across the surface of her body. She could feel her giant, cellulite-covered booty gradually become separated from the couch. Flonne's grin widened, excited. Finally, Etna leaned forward, and nearly fell face-first to the floor, but she caught herself just in time. She looked down at her body, and saw she was indeed standing.
"Wow..." Carefully, she took one step, then another, and then another. She quickly became used to the slow waddle she now possessed. She was able to move as well.
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