How much struggling is too much struggling...? (Claustrophobia Warning)

"Nnnmmmfff... MMMM--!" Slip...! Clap...! SPlip...!

The drenched, naked weasel tried pushing and pulling her body about to squirm through the opening that she was breathing through, mashing her buried face into awkward pulled positions where her body looked like it was twisted into place. Her limbs pushed tiny holes of air that slapped back tightly against her body when she let go, making wet smacking sounds in the process... Keeping her alarmingly stuck in place to the point she couldn't move herself out! Slap...! Plip!... plap...! "Hnnff... hnnff... hnnnfff... HHHHMMMMMFF....! ....hmmmfff.... hmmmfff... hnnnfff.... HMMMMmm... MMMmmmph....! hhmmmfff... hmmmfff...!" Texas panted into the thick, heavy fat that kept her pinned to the bed. To either side of her tiny head were enormous, fat, fuzzy boulders that could have kept her pinned with their weight alone. They were large enough that she'd disappear between them if she was placed standing up... save maybe her hat. But for all the effort she went through she couldn't move an inch in the overwhelming weight pinning her body down. It felt like she'd been slid into a manhole of warm, fuzzy, musty-smelling flab. Texas was buried in that fat, completely invisible from the outside and completely pinned by the fat belly behind her back, draped all over her and pinning her down over those enormous, strong-yet-flabby arms of that gigantic beaver woman. All she'd get for her thrashing about would be the enormous beast above her moving a bit and shaking her world up and down a little, forcing her to breathe through the crevasse that lead from between the enormous tits and out by the giant beaver's neck.

"MMMmfff... nnggk!--" Texas' struggles came through that hole through the flab, her body **** inhale then **** completely buried from nose-tip to toes in flab. She shoved around a little bit before the hole was restored. "--hnff! ...NNnffff...! ...nfff...! Hnnnff... hnnnfff... hnnnfff..." Texas was reduced to panting through her nose, muzzle **** closed under the weight of that fat mammoth beaver. The beaver woman's voice vibrated through the fuzzy, sweaty flesh around her in reprimand. "MMm, mmm, mmm..." There was a moment of silence, then the 'tsking' of Sally's tongue reverberated through the girthy, fat folds and muscular arms that were keeping Texas pressed in place

It made Texas gather up all the strength she could and try to wiggle again now that she knew that the beaver woman was awake, making it clear she wanted out, but got nothing in return. She was stuck there, unable to move even her thick, brown legs through the layer of thick, fuzzy belly that was plastered around them. One time, she felt downwards with her left foot and found the hole of the navel, wiggling her toes and flapping the foot around uselessly in that tiny hole before the caved-in ceiling of flab would lift, arms suddenly pushing outwards. "Hhhhaaaaa--!" It allowed Texas to inhale deeply before Thump...! ...!

Splip...! Plap-p... splip...~! "NNfff...! Nnnff!" Texas felt the air around her head get really stuffy as there was no way for the air to go out! Her shouts were loudly making it back into her flattened ears: they were not going outside! She could suffocate, couldn't she!? Then again, people in this world would flatten out cartoonishly to too much pressure...! It made her realize that this much pressure was likely to completely flatten her if she wasn't careful! "Nnnnfff..." Texas whined in defeat, her left cheek mashed up against her left eye, nose twisted roughly to the right in a very uncomfortable position. Any more and she swore she'd collapse 2-dimensionally. It was something to be mashed up against this, but to get completely flattened was dangerous! You could wind up staying that way, or **** to stay that way if Sally went and got creative! Texas didn't want to even imply the idea of that happening to her to Sally. She could imagine how excited she'd be to get a Sheriff Texas sticker... or, worse, a tattoo.

There was silence in the room for once, when Sally lifted and unfurled her arms from around her new Sheriff Texas night plushy and letting the full weight of her body and belly now squeeze her beneath. "Oh c'mon. It ain't all bad! Such a whiner...~ Now, I need to get some sleep! If you keep me awake you'll be sorry! Flattening ya won't be a problem, ya know...?"

Sally said as she crossed her flabby arms in front of her as she lay down on her front, slapping her fat left cheek across her opened, enormous hand, her tits and belly flowing out a bit at the edges of the bed. _W~iggle... __wigg~le... Sally's body moved around a little bit in the silence of the night even as she stayed completely immobile with her enormous arms hanging off the bed now... clearly the movements weren't coming from her! Then, there was zero movement and silence again.

"RRRr- rrr- rrr- rr--rraaaaaa...." Except for Sally's roaring snores! The bucktoothed, naked beaver woman inhaled, her fat neck causing the fold of her throat to reverberate as air made it in. The snores made it through to the squeezed weasel's ears loudly through the flab of her fuzzy body and the bed! "...pphhhhheeeeeewwww....! ... RRRr- rrr- rrr- rr--rraaaaaaggghhh.... " The whole, wagon-sized bed shook to the powerful inhales and exhales the giantess slept through.

Sally'd fall asleep, leaving Texas ruminating in the idea of struggling more or just staying like this for now... Even though she'd wondered what would happen if she really stayed breathing into the film-deep chamber of damp, uncomfortably warm fat she was stuck in. "...phhhhhheeewwww....!"