“Run fat ass, run”

Confronted by Lauren’s inarguably and incongruously fat ass, Dennis couldn’t help but think back to the words Lauren spat at him on that fateful day. Words that stung even worse than the towel she whipped him with not moments before. “Run fat ass, run!” she had gleefully chided and he did exactly that.

Now, having erased that memory for all but he, Dennis could relish in this reversal of fortune. Sat comfortably upon his magically endowed buns of steel, he basked in Lauren floundering to minimise her objectively fat ass.

His date who arrived to the restaurant a picture of bold elegance, in her sexy dress, was now wearing that same dress but in the form of a too-tight crop top. It revealed her belly, thighs, hips, and ass, all of which surprisingly flabby, encased in white granny panties she obviously never intended to be seen by anyone.

Lauren, astonished, bewildered, and mortified by her inexplicable wardrobe malfunction, was left grabbing at shreds of Spanx before trying to undo her pear-shaped physique reveal with her woefully inadequate hands. She regretted leaving the table as now she was hopelessly exposed for all to see. She bent over in an attempt to make herself smaller and cover up, but this just created unsightly belly rolls and she squeaked, making sure to turn her front away from Dennis thus, inadvertently, presenting him her meaty backside.

Dennis took it all in. It was amazing to think such a dumper could belong to Lauren Adkins, and that he didn’t even have to wish it into being. How had she hidden it for so long and so well? As he watched her survival instincts kick in and start to jiggle towards the ladies room, ‘to call me fat ass, the nerve’ Dennis scowled.

“I wish Lauren’s panties form a permanent wedgie so deep between her cheeks that they give the appearance of a thong”

Lauren gasped and stumbled, nearly falling over, as she felt an invasive sensation. The rough bunching of cotton between her buttocks …and beyond. She reflexively swatted behind her, certain someone must’ve been forcing her panties into her, but found no one and shamefully began to pluck at the stubbornly wedged fabric.

Dennis was stifling his laughter as he watched Lauren Adkins’ buttocks bared and splayed wide by her treacherous panties in their transition from practical to vulgar. The panicked fingers scrambling between her cheeks were as successful in extricating the panties as chopsticks trying to dislodge a string from a bass guitar.

Dennis was having so much fun watching this sight that he was saddened to see her nearing the bathroom door.

“I wish Lauren’s body, from the neck down, was moving in slow-motion”

Lauren was now certain she was dreaming. Public nudity, surreal embarrassments, and now, just a few metres from refuge, it felt like her entire body was stuck in quicksand. She had to look down to check, but she immediately regretted that decision. There, past her shrink-wrapped former dress, were her belly, hips, thighs undulating like a fleshy lava lamp, locked in a snail-paced jiggle, wobbling as relentlessly as they were slowly. She screamed as she realised the alien sensation of her uncovered ass cheeks clapping behind her in super slow-motion.

Dennis cackled in delirium at the juxtaposition of Lauren’s beautiful head, twisting and turning, frantically trying to process reality, at normal speed, atop her gelatinous bottom-heavy figure gyrating at a glacial pace. He listened to the girl gasp, whimper, and squeak as she occasionally scanned down her own chubby body putting on a reluctantly lewd show.

Only one thing echoed in Dennis’s head

“Run fat ass, run”