A sweet but sleepy redhead in comfy clothes

You can't believe how minuscule you are now. Your girlfriend, Katie, is a genuine, lumbering skyscraper. She tilts her slender neck back to the skies, letting a mane of stringy red hair crash down her narrow shoulders. Her jaw opens wide, revealing rows of clean teeth. And like a lion, she emits a ferocious, spittle-infused roar:

"Yaaawn..."

Judging by the pointy hat on her distant head; the brightly-coloured gift bags she plops at the door; and the red punch stains on her formal work clothes; she's just returned from an office party. A real doozy of a party, apparently. She's got a sleepy, happy look in her droopy blue eyes.

You never thought her co-workers could celebrate that hard. Waving and yelling, you try to grab her notice; but nothing seems to reach her enormous ears. She's dazed; but you're not sure if it's from beer, or social contact. The festivities might've been a bit much for poor Katie - you know she prefers quieter get-togethers. If only you were there to give her a relaxing, romantic night...

Her dainty (yet daunting) fingers brush the wet fibers on her shirt and skirt between them. In a flash, she starts to take the stained clothes off. Before your eyes, curtains of fabric peel back, revealing acres of your girlfriend's bare flesh. The pale expanse stretches above. Minuscule folds in her taut tummy become mountain ranges as they flex. A slight wedgie in her cotton underwear looks deeper than the Grand Canyon. No matter how close you are, it feels taboo to watch her now. Like you're no better than the voyeurs she put the alarm up to catch. Still, you can't pull your eyes away from the spectacle of shifting cloth and flesh. It's enticing; but more so, it's ominous.

Finally unclothed, she plops her gear into the wide seas of the laundry hamper. From a hanger, she puts on a sweater that's a few sizes too large. The checkerboard pattern slides on her bulbous chest, and hangs partway over her plump thighs. The woman's fair hand ascends to her forehead, rubbing it slightly in relief - brushing her loose, flaming locks. Her mighty fingers only barely poke out of her oversized clothing. You realize: it's actually one of your sweaters, that you lent her weeks ago. The soft material caresses her skin, making her radiate extra body warmth. She hugs herself, letting the comfy surface float atop her frame. Judging by the stagnant smell off it, she hasn't washed it often. Without putting any legwear on, she simply slips into fluffy purple slippers.

This morning, Katie was shorter than you. Now, you're staring up at a looming sky of her half-naked ass, screaming for her attention. Unfortunately, after that party, her mind's elsewhere. Sonic booms erupt in your ears every time she turns around or steps; and her curves wiggle like bouncy castles with every sleepy bop and shuffle.

She leans over a gift bag, giving you a faceful of the generous, wobbling cheeks. Must be retrieving a present. As she pulls out a book, pressing it to her chest, her gaze hovers to a monochrome display on the door.

"Huh... It says someone tried getting in?" Even from a distance, her (usually airy) voice makes you tremble. Katie calls out to the room: "Helloooo... Anyone there?"

That's your chance! At the top of your lungs, you shout: "Katie! It's me! Y-your boyfriend! Down here!" Your throat goes hoarse, but you keep screaming for the towering woman's notice.

Picking her ear, the oblivious behemoth sighs, slouching in fatigue. "My ears are still ringing, and I'm talking to myself. I really need to unwind..."

Your girlfriend drags her feet to the sofa, rear end looming high above. You swallowed hard, rushing to your feet. The aches from climbing still tormented you; and your lens sunk into the couch, practically swallowed in. You're helplessly caught in Katie's looming shadow, your cries and anguish dying in darkness. Burning tufts of hair drift across her shoulders. Her waist stretches back, showing the full extent of her immense buttocks. It's so dizzying, you're practically caught in the twin spheroids' orbit. Finally, she sits in place...

*Thoom.*

A horrid earthquake shoots through your body.

Then, it stops.

The sweater's edge lies next to you.

Katie's sitting right beside you. Your body's unharmed.

Her butt narrowly missed you.

You laugh in relief, thanking the heavens, thanking Katie, again and again. You could practically kiss her.

Suddenly, she lifts her legs on the couch. The beautiful bare pillars soar over your head, before slamming down.

*THOOM.*

You can't move. You're instantly, fully compressed in the tight space beneath your girlfriend's butt. In any other circumstance, this would obliterate you. But the soft leather below - combined with the receding, thick ass fat above - cushions you enough, and keeps you alive.

You try pounding her ass, wailing on it. Your fists only bounce off it, helpless against the omnipresent cheeks. Clawing and biting at the panty's fabric doesn't do anything but itch; making her grind you into the furniture.

This isn't real. Katie HAS to notice you! At the very least, she has to get off... at some point. Right?

From below, amid a booming heartbeat and deep breaths, you can vaguely hear her opening the pages to the book - sniffing in its fresh paper. Apparently, the two of you might be couch-bound for a while.