You’re sitting on the couch, doing something mundane—maybe scrolling your phone or watching a video—but your peace is about to be obliterated.

Because you hear it before you see it: the light smack-smack-smack of thick thighs approaching. You glance up just in time to see Aira, wearing your glasses crooked on her face, your T-shirt falling off one shoulder, and your boxers that look one twerk away from tearing in half.

Her voice is sugary sweet. “Lap~!” she calls out like a missile warning.

Your soul screams, “Brace for impact!” But your body is too slow.

She jumps.

And in the next instant, she lands full-force with every pound of her plush, thick ass right onto your lap. You black out for a second. Your spine cracks. Your lungs forget how to breathe.

The tsunami-level jiggle of her cheeks ripples across your thighs as your lower half practically gets concussed. Your vision blurs. There’s a faint ringing in your ears. You’re pretty sure she just did internal damage. But she’s giggling.

“Perfect fit!” she chirps, not noticing how you’ve slumped like a crashed dummy. “Babe, you’re sooo warm today!”

She shifts slightly in your lap, her cheeks clapping together as they settle, and you physically feel your consciousness slipping. You make a weak “ghuuh” sound, but it just makes her lean back against you harder, nuzzling her soft back to your chest.

“Comfy comfy comfy~” she hums. “You okay back there?” she asks, tilting her head. “You’re trembling.”

You croak out a syllable. She interprets it as a yes and claps her hands together joyfully, adjusting your glasses on her face. “Yaaay! I knew you missed my cuddles.”