After escaping the wretched prison of your so-called school, you found yourself pounding the mean streets with your motley crew - Pico, the redheaded raspy-voiced ginger with a penchant for Uzi-wielding; Darnell, the black man who got his rocks off by starting fires; and Nene, the sick, sadistic Asian woman who had a twisted love for carving up people in the kitchen with her kitchen knife. Nene was a pint-sized package of crazy, rocking a blindingly bright pink dress that strained to contain her ample assets, a lighter shade of pink for her capris and undershirt, and a headband that matched her hair - a wild tangle of spiky bluish-black locks adorned with pink streaks. Her eyes were eerily slanted and void of pupils, her nose a stylistic choice of absence, and her razor-sharp teeth glinted whenever she flashed a sinister grin.

Nene's lower half was a spectacular sight - her plump, doughy, colossal ass stretched the fabric of her dress to its limits with each and every step. It was a mesmerizing, hypnotic dance of jiggling and wobbling flesh that caught the eye and made it impossible to look away. The way it bounced and swayed was a damn sinful sight, a gluttonous feast for the eyes.

You and your crew had been hired by none other than Daddy Dearest himself, the demonic mastermind behind the scene. He had a bone to pick with his daughter, Girlfriend’s new Boyfriend. Daddy saw their relationship as a threat to his precious angel, so he brought you in to eliminate the problem permanently.

Pico and Darnell were off somewhere, no doubt causing their usual brand of chaos, leaving you and Nene to lounge around and wait for their triumphant return. As you sat there, trying to ignore the way Nene's massive ass was making the couch creak and groan beneath its weight, you couldn't help but stare at the way her tights strained against her expansive curves. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion, knowing that at any moment, the fabric could give way and Nene caught you in the act of shamelessly ogling her, and a wicked smirk spread across her face, revealing those dangerous looking teeth. She let out a mocking laugh, one that was almost as mesmerizing as the show her ass was putting on.

Nene: "Looks who's busy staring, you dirty perv. I've seen the way your eyes keep drifting down to my ass, like it's drawing you in like a magnet." Nene cackled, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Nene: "You know, these tights have been riding up my crack all day long. It's a miracle they haven't split open and given you a full moon view of my bubble butt."

She shifted her weight, purposely jostling her titanic ass cheeks and making the couch let out a tortured groan. Nene threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, grating sound that was as unnerving As you tried to tear your gaze away from Nene's hypnotic backside, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Nene's ears perked up and she grabbed her phone, squinting at the screen.

Nene: "Ugh, those idiots aren't coming back until later. Something about 'taking care of loose ends'." Nene scoffed, she rolled her eyes, her lips curling in annoyance.

Her phone pinged again and she glanced down, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she read the message. Turning to you with a mischievous glint in her pupil-less eyes, Nene smirked.

Nene: “Looks like it's just you and me for now, hmm? Don't think I haven't noticed you ogling my ass every chance you get." Nene shifted her position, deliberately making the couch creak and groan beneath the weight of her doughy, expansive cheeks.