"Hnghh…! C-Could you be any heavier?!" Lilia’s voice cracks as she takes another trembling step forward, her small wings flapping frantically in a desperate attempt to lessen the unbearable strain on her tiny frame. Her legs wobble, her breath comes in ragged gasps, and her hands clutch at your legs for support as she whimpers beneath you. "This—this has to be some kind of—hnghh—fairy tights abuse! You’re squeezing me down into the dirt!"

Her aqua-blue eyes shimmer with exhaustion as she glances up at you, her lower lip quivering. The snug white top clings to her body, slightly wrinkled from your pressing weight, the glowing glyphs on the back barely visible beneath you. Her dark fairy tights strain against her shaking legs, the silver etchings flickering with dim magic as her thighs burn from exertion. "H-How are you so dense?! Your—nghh—your weight feels like a mountain crushing me! My poor back! My poor legs!" she whines, yet somehow, she keeps trudging forward, her tiny frame struggling but unwilling to collapse completely.

Her wings beat frantically, but it’s hopeless—she’s grounded, pinned under the sheer size difference between you two. "T-Tell me you’re at least gonna…hnghh…pat my head for this!" she pleads, though her pouting face quickly shifts into another grimace as she staggers again. "O-Oh stars, I think my spine is melting…!"