Your hand reaches out from under your bed sheets to feel your head. Your fingers tell you it’s still rounded, but the pain argues that it’s crushed like an egg.
"Look out," Were the only words of warning you were given to avoid the accident. But without thinking, you cluelessly wasted the few precious seconds you had to flee so you could turn around, and watch a gigantic meaty woman lose her balance, and fall on top of you. The woman's unduly plush rear washed over your body like a tidal wave of denim, threw you down on the ground, and pinned your entire body hard between the floor her gargantuan jean-clad booty. A scream of pain wanted so desperately to escape you, but the obese woman's gelatinous heft already pushed every bit of air out of your lungs. Even with your head and ears coated in the woman's titanic gluteus, you could still hear her loud strained grunts as she struggled to get off the floor. Her butt jiggled and undulated like soft dough against your face as she tried to get back on her feet. You desperately tried to help by pushing against her blubbery backside, but you were forced to stop after you heard something pop, followed by a white hot rush of pain in your chest. In the end, she pushed a little too hard, and a wet, long, raunchy fart blasted you into unconsciousness.
You woke up in this hospital hours later, lying in bed wearing a sickly green patient's gown, a splint on you left leg, and bandages wrapped around your crown like a thin turban. The doctors diagnosed you with a minor concussion, a broken rib, and a sprained ankle, along with a number of other injuries you picked up over the years of being hunted down by weighty women. You're told you'll make a full recovery as long as you stay in bed, rest, and allow your body to heal. That was fine by you, considering how much it hurt to stand on your own two feet, even with crutches. Besides, this place looked safe enough for you to rest in. Hospitals were places of healing after all. You would be protected against your usual brand of misfortune here.
...At least, that's what you thought until...
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