Coco's Mandatory Attention Time

It started with Coco shoving you onto your back. The girl looked down at you with a grin and her hand on her hips. "Sorry about that, but I don't think I've gotten enough attention today." She looked over you and idly swayed her hips.

You couldn't help but stare. Coco had always been a total fatty, but that was the norm for Beacon. The girls were quite simply huge. Coco just happened to be one of the larger gals. She was almost as wide as you were tall, and her butt cheeks were like flabby yoga balls. Her belly hung in front of her as a plush apron of pudge that almost reached her knees. Just one of her thighs was wider than your chest. It was quite likely that they were twice as thick, too. Her chest was full and round, mostly thanks to a bra whose price was enough to make your head hurt.

Coco snapped her fingers, but that just served to draw your attention to her meaty arms. Their upper portions were thick and meaty, bingo wings like squishy pillows that stretched the sleeves of her sweater.

"Eyes up here, lover boy. I'm mostly joking about the attention, but I do feel a tiny bit neglected." Coco slowly rotated her wrist. You knew what that meant. You laid back flat on your bed and braced yourself. "Such a good boy~"

Coco seemed to alter her position for a moment. She took a few steps back and shifted her hips back and forth. Finally, she took a few quick steps forward and kicked one leg up into the air. The foot that remained on the floor pushed firmly. This was enough to put Coco in the air for just a second before she crashed down on you.

The weight of Coco's butt pressed down against your chest. This squished you into your mattress before the material sprang back. It didn't muster enough force to bounce Coco, but her body wobbled nonetheless.

You were pinned beneath her weight, but Coco was soft enough that it didn't matter. Her butt squished your upper chest while her thighs buried your stomach and hips. You were very well acquainted with this sensation, and you knew Coco would move eventually. Until then, she would occasionally bounce her hips or shift them about, anything to try and force a cute noise or two from you. She would move whenever she got hungry, or Velvet called her for a specific tax. Until then, you were a seat cushion.