Chapter #4In Simone’s Room by: Blood  > You awake with a headache, placing your hand on your temple in confusion. The last thing
> you remembered, you were walking down the streets of Paris, which were even more crowded
> than usual due to the Olympics going on. And now you were... where? It felt like you were
> laying on a bed, but the lights were off, and the space was unfamiliar. You tried to roll
> to the side of the bed, but you were surprised to see it just kept going. Why would a bed
> be this large?
CLICK
The lights turned on automatically as a previously unseen door began to open. Someone was
coming in. You had only a split second to notice that the bed wasn't just large, it
was massive, before your full attention was dominated by the GIANT woman who had just
walked into the room. And it wasn't just any woman. This was someone who would be
recognizable to anyone who had seen any coverage of the Olympics over the last few years.
You were looking up at a giant Simone Biles. She was dressed in tight black leggings and a
tank top, and carrying a bag over her shoulder.
You quickly realized that somehow you had shrunken, and apparently had ended up on a bed
in Simone Biles Olympic Village room. You couldn't even begin to imagine how that had
happened, but it had, and she was now your best chance at getting some help.
"Simone! Hey! Down here!" You shouted, but your voice went unheard. Simone's
ears were too far away for your tiny voice to reach. You watched as she dropped her bag
against the wall, then started walking towards you.
You began to jump up and down and wave, hoping she'd see you if she couldn't hear you. And you thought it worked. She walked right towards you, and you assumed that was to
get a closer look at whatever was moving on her bed. But when she got close, she
didn't bend down: she turned around, giving you a full view of her massive butt. It
turned out she just needed somewhere to sit down, and she had picked right on top of you.
"No! Simone, wai-"
WHUMP!
Simone buried you under her butt in what could only be described as an avalanche of booty.
You had ended up directly under her right butt cheek, with only a thin layer of leggings
separating you from her enormous butt.
You tried to push her cheek off of you, but it didn't even budge. The giant butt cheek
was almost all muscle, with only a little bit of squishy skin at the surface, so you felt
like you were pushing against a padded wall. But worse, it was pushing back against you,
pinning you to the bed, trying to eliminate you. It was like it just wanted to touch down
on the bed, and was annoyed you had gotten in its way.
Simone frowned. She knew the Olympic committee didn't pay for particularly good beds,
and these were literally made of cardboard, but this was still something different. There
was a bump under her butt, and it seemed to be... moving?
She stood up, and you groaned, laying on your back to recover from the extreme impact you
had just withstood. You watched her butt swing out of sight as she turned around, and this
time it was Simone's face, rather than her butt, that descended towards you. Her eyes
locked on you, then widened as she realized what she had been sitting on.
What did Simone say?
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