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“Hrrngf! Oh, come ON!”
Already running several minutes late, the princess’ frustration boiled over as she continued her battle against the hopelessly inadequate garment. The figure-hugging fabric was already pulled as tight as it could go, yet every muscle in Sally’s body was straining to get it just an inch further down. “They said it would stretch!”
It was obvious to anybody, however, including the princess, that no amount of tugging was ever going to make that dress fit. It wouldn’t even come close.
Sally’s gargantuan backside was the absolute bane of her existence, almost more so than Robotnik. Doorframes would abruptly wedge her in place at every opportunity. Furniture would buckle and collapse underneath her, if she could even squeeze her enormous butt into it at all. And almost everything in her wardrobe eventually ended up bursting apart at the seams, unable to contain the princess’ colossal ass.
With a defeated huff, the princess released her grip on the hem of the dress, to which it immediately sprung back up, draped limply over the tiniest sliver of each gigantic cheek. Glowering at her reflection in the mirror opposite, seemingly wearing nothing from the waist down, Sally silently cursed the two words in the invitation that had given her so much grief that evening.
‘Formal wear.’
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