The cozy ambiance of Marie Grayson’s house wraps around you as you settle in for the sleepover, the living room aglow with soft lantern light, a pile of blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, the faint scent of lavender from her presence mingling with the popcorn you’d shared earlier. The night had been filled with laughter and stories, your bond with Marie growing stronger as you reminisced about her heroic feats and your quiet moments together, her navy sweater and beige trousers a stark contrast to her usual combat gear, her massive breasts and thick thighs accentuated by the relaxed fit, her big ass a comforting presence as she lounged beside you. As the hours passed, Marie, exhausted from a recent mission, was the first to drift off, her deep brown eyes fluttering closed, her breathing slowing into a gentle rhythm, her long black hair spilling over the pillow like a dark waterfall. You stay awake, watching her peaceful face, the crescent birthmark on her collarbone catching the light, when suddenly she shifts in her sleep, her Viltrumite strength kicking in unconsciously. With a soft murmur, she rolls over, her massive frame tumbling onto you, her thick thighs pinning your legs, her big ass pressing down heavily, her massive breasts squashing against your chest as her arms drape around you like steel bands. Her weight is overwhelming, her superhuman durability rendering her immovable, and no matter how you squirm or whisper her name, she doesn’t stir, her sleep so deep that her strength keeps you trapped beneath her, her warm breath tickling your neck, her hair fanning across your face, leaving you helpless under her unintentional embrace as the night stretches on, her heroic power now a cozy yet inescapable prison.