Patreon Prompt 3 (Patreon)

Prompt: After awaking from a hangover, a large SSBBW rolls off the couch to discover that she had fallen asleep on top of her equally drunken roommate. In her groggy stupor, she attempts to resuscitate her through mouth-to-mouth CPR, albeit, CPR that involves a lot of burps.

   It took multiple factors to wake Donna from her peaceful, hangover induced slumber. The noon sun peeked through the blinds to shine upon her thousands of pounds of flab peeking through her beer-soaked shirt and short shorts. An uneasy rumbling in her keg-sized stomach was brought on by the gallons upon gallons of alcohol that she had chugged the night before. However, what finally got to life up her chubby face from the couch was a strange sensation of something vibrating against her groin.

   Groggily lifting herself up, Donna pushed aside her long, messed up hair to see what was causing the admittedly pleasant sensation. Heaving her body off the couch, her sleepiness was shaken off in an instant as she realized that she had been laying on top of her roommate, Nina. Staying as still as a statue, Donna looked down at her twig of a roommate with a growing realization that she had been smothering her with her fat all night long.

   Moving faster than her body had any right to, Donna bent down over her motionless roommate to look for signs of life. For lack of any other ideas in her panicked state, she put her open mouth to Nina’s lips in an attempt to resuscitate her. Sucking in air to give Nina a breath of life, Donna was interrupted by a gas bubble rolling up her throat. Too late to move away, Donna let a boisterous belch come bursting out into Nina’s mouth, instantly opening up her eyes.

   “What UUURRP happened?” Nina asked, spewing back some of Donna’s burp.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! We got drunk last night and the couch was the only place we could find and you know I roll around a lot in my sleep and-“

Nina held up a hand as she clutched her forehead. “Whatever, just…can you get me an aspirin? My head is killing me.”

“Y-yeah,” Donna replied, waddling off towards the medicine cabinet, thankful she would have time to come up with a proper explanation for their compromised sleeping position.