She strained again to raise herself, conscious not of her nudity, but instead the guffaws from all around her on the dance floor. She was the slayer! Didn't they know what she was capable of. Her best efforts finally managed to produce a single, most awkward press-up, her nipples still in contact with the floor but no longer quite as crushed as previously. But, rather than then being able to use this as a springboard to elevate herself to at least her knees, her whole upper torso quivered with the sheer effort needed in just maintaining this position. Inevitably, she collapsed forward with another meaty splat, shocked and scared at her new-found weakness. Catastrophically, just as the music went silent for a moment, she was unable to prevent a cacophonous billowing fart escaping her prone backside, and her jaw dropped open in renewed shock and shame. What was wrong with her.
Suddenly she felt strong arms grabbing her arms and hauling her to her feet. Somehow she gathered her feet underneath her as she was pushed forward, away from the dance floor and towards a quieter seating area. She tried to twist herself out of his grip, to see who was behind her, but she was completely overpowered and unable to do anything than totter along. Finally, she was released, uncertainly teetering in place and a familiar face hoved into view and openly leered at the harried heroine. Shocked, she recognised him as Dwayne Dweebson, a geek from her old school.
"Hi Buffy", he smiled lasciviously. "How nice to see you again - and so much of you! What brings you here tonight?"
Heaving for breath at the strain of even staying upright, Buffy tried and failed to come up with a coherent and intelligent response. "Th-that (gasp) is my business, (pant) Dweeb!", trying and failing to demonstrate a measure of control.
"Oh Buffy", he chided her, completely unimpressed. "That's not very nice. I was only trying to help you. Don't forget, if my friends hadn't given you a helping hand, you'd still be lying flat on your tits over there farting away happily..."
"Huh-How dare you!" Buffy glared, how could this weasel talk to her like this. Didn't he know she was the Slayer, a threat to all the forces of darkness, let alone this little weasel... "I may have stum- (huff) stumbled for a moment, but I'll (wheeze) I'll have you know that I am quite capable..."
She was rudely interrupted by Dweeb grabbing each of her nipples and twisting painfully! "Capable of what, Buffy?"
"Y-you pig!", she squealed in outrage. "How (gasp) - how dare you! I..."
"You are a fat-titted slut who's in more trouble than she can imagine!" He grinned, letting go of her nipples and instead swatting her tits from side to side, and the huge orbs mashed into other gleefully.
"T-take your filthy hands off me!", Buffy squealed, awkwardly trying to step backwards from him out of his easy reach and raising her feeble arms into uncertain fists. "You're going to regret this!"
Without further ado, she lurched forward, throwing the mightiest punch she could muster at his smug chin, determined to show him his error in treating the formidable slayer in so base a manner. Minutes before, her opponent would have been on his knees, spitting out teeth, but now hew awkward movement was far too slow and telegraphed to cause him harm - he swayed backwards with consummate ease. Fresh shock gripped Buffy as she realised that as well her familiar strength, so too had her agility and speed seemingly deserted her. What on earth was wrong with her? She flung another wild punch, and then another, each finding only fresh air as she succeeded only in further exhausting herself. Too uncertain on her feet to try to kick him, she instead swung and missed again and again, feeling increasingly panic-stricken.
"Struggling a bit there Buff", he taunted her "Not going quite as you like?"
Buffy tried one more time with another desperately ill-coordinated punch. "Take - THIS", she gasped pathetically, once again achieving nothing other than exhausting her very depleted energy reserves. And in doing so, let out another noisy fart. What could she do?
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