Comfortable(?) Couch (Patreon)

The couch creaked, groaned, and perhaps even screamed out as Chi-Chi sank down onto it, a hearty belch rumbling from deep within while her gut churned and struggled to digest the hearty lunch she'd just gorged on.

Despite having so much flab on her ass that it spilled out across the entirety of both cushions and lifted her up off of the couch, Chi-Chi was dissatisfied to find that the furniture --  if anything --  had become less comfortable than it once was.  No matter how much she shifted and wobbled about, it only seemed to make it worse!

Of course, if the Son matron took a moment's pause from stuffing herself stupid and napping to pay attention to the state of the loveseat she'd realize that it had long since broken under her immense mass, but --  blinded by the lethargy of such a large meal, and the oncoming food coma --  she barely even registered the discomfort in the first place.

"I thought all this extra padding would make it feel better, not worse..."  Chi-Chi complained with a huff.  Maybe she needed to phone Bulma, see how the bluenette was doing.  Maybe see if she could convince the woman to come over and take a look at the darned thing.

...Or maybe just ask for a whole new couch at that point, she decided, as the furniture finally gave out and send the arms and back exploding outwards from the core and her flabby frame.

Yeah.  A new couch sounded better.

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With all this extra weight, you'd think all the furniture would become more comfortable!  Unfortunately for Chi-Chi, broken furniture tends to have its own special kind of discomfort to offer, no matter how fat your ass is.