A dairy-ng escape

You lurched to your feet, no plan in mind, just **** to get out and away from Joanna. The device had to have a range limit, right? If you could just get far enough…but before you could take your first step you fell backward and plopped onto your cushiony ass.

What had happened? Your tits were heavy, but they weren’t so heavy as to weigh you down that much, were they? Maybe if you took it slow. You felt Joanna’s eyes on you and your cheeks grew red in embarrassment as you struggled to push yourself up, legs trembling…but just as you righted yourself, your legs gave out beneath you and you fell back down, your bubble butt slapping against your juicy thighs.

Your breasts bounced and swayed with the inertia from your failure. What the hell? Why the fuck couldn’t you get up? Joanna burst into a fit of laughter as you sat there, bewildered at your own inability to do something as simple as stand. “Oh my god, you just keep trying, don’t you? It won’t ever work, you know.” “What the fuck did you do to me?? Why can’t I get up?” “It’s simple, really. I just took away your knowledge of how to walk. I think all fours suits you so much better, don’t you agree?” You struggled on the floor, but could no longer attempt to get up at all. You swayed, struggling even to maintain your keeling position, and flopped forward onto all fours.

You arched your back and pressed your fat ass into the air as another pulse surged through you. “Stop, please Joooooooooooooo!”

Another unintentional moan cut off your sentence. “What was that?” Joanna made a show of cupping her hand to her ear and bending to your level. “Please,” you panted. “Please, no mooooooooooooore.” “I’m sorry? I can’t quite understand you.” Why was she acting so stupid? You were being perfectly clear! You angrily went to say, very succinctly, “I said stop this you fucking bitch!” but that’s not what came out. Instead, you let forth a low moan, your longest and loudest yet, a moan borne from pure sexual bliss. “~Moooooooooooooooooooo!~”