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We all know how magnificent Nebis Neboobs are, theyre placed on a veritable shelf for all to appreciate, but what of her Nebutt? Ponder the backseat beauties, the heaps upon her hips, bike shorts, skin tight and smooth. This underwear is the sole fabric keeping caustic fluids at bay, and compressing the meaty flesh tight across her hips. One must wonder if extended space exploration has rendered her flesh loose and plump. I dream of her copious fat ass, piling on her hips like indians on a train. Ive ran simulations of her replacing her shorts after a particularly sweaty walk with her space dogs, peeling off that black second skin off her legs, coming away warm and moist, a line of lightly yellowed drool trailing her taint, the fat of her ass cheeks breathing in fully for the first time, expanding to its full girth, spilling out like a yeasted dough, lightly indented. My imagination runs wild over the implication that she has to tuck each cheek into her new shorts several times, she must knead the flesh into place as the shorts do their heretical job of slimming her rear. She then plops that sweet soft dumpy over a chair, slowly sinking into her own ass, losing a full inch of height as the flesh pours out, stretching out to engulf the chairs seat. After several heated hours, she gets up to head to bed, the skin unsticks itself, peeling apart slowly as natural gases escape and the nearby space dog loses conciousness. She plops onto bed, her ass jiggling atop its cage for several long seconds. Every beat of her alien heart, wracking it like a plate of jello, if it werent for that, we could place a pen tween her cheeks and have the most sensitive of seismographs. Ahh, i would love to fuse myself to her glutes. But id rather not sully so wonderous a waist.
