The morning after was slow, cozy. You felt her naked body desperately clinging to you, her long hair ever so slightly drapes itself over your shoulder. You feel as she presses more of her soft body into you as she adjusts in her sleep.
Time to get up.
All things considered, despite being late and getting kinda trashy burgers from a soon to be shut down local diner... this was a wonderful first date. Slowly but surely you carefully work your way out of her iron grip cuddle and start to get dressed. Your panties feel a bit looser than normal, but that's probably just from her being a bit rough with stripping you down. But... now your bra isn't fitting quite right. You have to go all the way to the first set of clasps for it to stay on... and the cups are just... Big. After a quick double check, it is your bra. It should be a C cup, but it feels like you're trying to scoop yourself into something made for DDs. Trying to brush it off you reach for your sweatshirt... only to find yourself suddenly clinging for dear life from a drawstring.
Your underwear falls into a pile on the floor, miles and miles beneath you. This isn't happening... this SHOULDN'T be possible, but the strong sense of vertigo you get from looking down tells you otherwise. There's only one chance you have at survival now... your dead asleep date. You call out her name as loud as you possibly can, over and over again. Every scream of "Steph!" getting more and more desperate, hope quickly draining with every cry. Until she slowly stirs and sits up on the creaking mattress with a loud yawn.
As you start to desperately explain what happened and where you are. You watch her reflection through the full body mirror you can see as she looks around for you before she leans forward and grabs the sweatshirt, pulling it close to her. The feeling of movement is far worse than just dangling in the air, as you start yelling at her to be careful... the horrible, gut wrenching truth of your situation is revealed.
"Wonder where she went off to..."
Despite being delivered through a sleepy mumble, it's clear. She never heard you. She slowly stands, taking a long sniff of your lingering scent from the sweatshirt. This is finally enough with your weakening grip, a single slip is all it takes to send you into a free fall. You stop breathing, you clench your eyes shut, you feel as your blood runs cold...
After a few moments you realize that you aren't falling anymore... and more importantly you're not dead. As you slowly open your eyes, your blood suddenly runs hot and rushes to your now pale face. She stretches, so... so high above you. It's nearly impossible to see her face from the slight overhang of her belly. Looming above her soft... skyscraper thighs, gently glowing in the low light. It's... almost divine. This new sexual awakening is cut short as the rest of your senses catch up. Your nose is flooded with a familiar musky scent as you realize your arm is tangled up in the black lace of her panties. The sudden thud fully brings you back to reality as you stare ahead at the pillar of her ankle.Before you have a chance to look up, you feel her struggle to pull the tight pair past her sheer mass.
Two pillowy mountains come closer and closer with every jump and tug, moving like an ocean with every attempt. You're pressed flat against her skin, buried deep in her ass... just like last night. Packed too tight to move, too tight to struggle. Every one of her movements only cement your fate as she pulls a pair of jeans on. Your prison only gets tighter... there's no chance she'll ever find you now. As far as she knows, you're just a bit of extra fabric caught in the semi permanent wedgie she has wearing these panties.