After taking a few antacids and churning whoever was in there into soft belly fat, Z crashes onto her (and Plate-Face's) bed, tired, full and completely unaware that Plate was already in the bed.

Completely crushed and immobilized by her squishy, hefty tummy and her round, plump butt, Plate-Face prepared himself for what would probably be both the most uncomfortable yet softest sleep ever...

Until he woke up to the feeling of something slimy over his face.

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