Anon Prompt: Squigly and Anon's Moving Day

>You live in a small apartment in New Meridian. And by small, I mean small! You’re lucky to fit your couch inside, or you have to make a choice between taking out a wall to fit your bed.
>But, the rent isn’t bad, and it’s kind of cozy. Sure, you whack your toe off a coffee table every now and then, but it’s a small price to pay.
>Fortunately for you, your good friend Squigly has offered to come over and help rearrange your stuff so you’ll have more room!
>On the day she arrives, she’s wearing her new outfit she got the last time she went to the mall.  She even bought Leviathan a new little necktie to wear! She herself dons a new “Skull Ladies” brand t-shirt with a purple ink design and new hip-hugging jeans, which if you had to admit, really do live up to their title of being rather shapely around Squigly’s generous hips.
>Deciding to be a nice host, you offer her some snacks, since she must be tired walking all the way here. Squigly thanks you for your kind offer and walks into the living room. As she does, her wide hip bumps a small plastic pumpkin you had left up from Halloween, knocking it off the table. Leviathan quickly snatches it up with his tail and places it back on the table.
>You watch as she carefully moves down the hall, plopping herself on the couch. She takes up quite a bit of it, thanks to her wide hips and…impressive rear. You even notice her blushing, carefully shuffling herself around to make herself comfortable.
>You bring out some of those really good butter cookies Squigly got you hooked on the last time you visited her and some iced tea, sitting down on the couch beside her.
>It’s a tight squeeze to be honest, you pressed between the armrest and Squigly’s hips. You don’t mind though, Squigly doesn’t mean it, and she seems comfortable enough for you, so that’s all that matters.
>And, besides, her hips do feel rather thick and soft, especially how they rub against your own…
>But, ignoring those thoughts, you focus on pleasant conversation with her, trying to hide your blush as with every motion she makes, either to grab her drink or move, her hips rub against you, and even a bit of her butt bumps you.
>You choke down your awkward thoughts and finish talking to her about the latest record release of your favorite artist you share, before deciding some good hard work will make things less…awkward for you. After all, if Leviathan sees you getting all red and antsy, he wouldn’t be too afraid to, well, burn you to a smoldering pile of ashes.
>As you two begin, it’s clear that, despite how helpful Squigly and Lev is, her figure doesn’t bode well with how small your apartment is.
>When you’re moving the table out of the way, Squigly hip-bumps a plant on a table, sending it flying into a wall.
>Whatever, it was dead way before that.
>When you’re carrying clothes out of a dresser, Squigly gets stuck in a doorframe, her wide hips making it hard for her to get in and out. You have to get behind her and place your hands right above her rear, her big, jiggling rear that sways when she walks, and push her though.
>At one point she even has to press up against you to try and lift up a box of old baby photos, pressing her big rear, barely holding through her jeans that seemingly look fit to burst against you, moving so lusciously with every sway and step she makes
>Despite how awkward it is, you’re more grateful that she did see the baby photos of you in the box. How you’d explain your 4th birthday party with that donkey wasn’t gonna be a fun story.
>The whole problem comes to a head when Squigly accidentally slips on a fallen sock and her Hartman hips whack a beautiful floral vase onto the floor, spilling roses and water everywhere.
>As you help her up, she starts to cry, hiding her face in her hands. Her sobs echo with her ethereal voice, making it all the more gut-wrenching to see, like she’s singing when she doesn’t want to be.
>”Squigly?” You ask, gingerly helping her to her feet. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”
>”No, anon. I’m fine…” She sobs again, a tear rolling down from her shimmering red eye. “It’s…it’s just…I feel so fat and ridiculous!”
>”What do you mean, Squigly?”
>”It’s this body!” She gestures to herself, looking down in shame. “It’s my…er, big hips and this oversized posterior! It’s all bloated and gross. It makes me feel like some kind of monster. I can’t even help you out without wrecking everything!”
>Then, she pulls you close, and buries her head into your chest, sobbing and crying softly. You look down at her with hurt in your eyes. It pains you to see her cry, to think she’s some kind of undead bloated ghoul. She’s nothing like that, in fact just her crying is enough to show how human she is.
>Slowly, your arms wrap around her, being cautious not to erupt the wrath of Leviathan, who is busy trying to calm her down as well, saying “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, madam! Many historical women throughout history were revered for their…round figures! It’s a sign of beauty even in some cultures!”
>You look down at her and smile a warm smile, cupping her cheek tenderly to let her know that it’s okay.
>”Squigly, you aren’t any sort of monster. You never are, and you never will be. Sure, you have a…full figure, but like Leviathan said, it’s nothing to be ashamed of! Most people find that quite attractive! It’s not bloated gas or anything like that, Squigly. You’re a wonderful and beautiful girl, no matter how wide your hips are or what you look like. Hey, you could be 300 pounds and as big as this apartment, or so skinny Leviathan would have tie himself to a tree to keep you from blowing away, and I’d still be happy to be your friend. You’re a helpful, kind, sweet, talented and beautiful woman. You could knock everything over and I’d be okay with it. I’d be more upset if you were hurt when you fell. I don’t care about knocking stuff over, or you being wide-hipped or anything like that. When you came over today, I wanted to make the place look as nice as could be for you! If I thought you were some kind of clumsy bloated zombie, I’d never have called you over to help. Squigly, you’re my friend, and Leviathan and I could never want you to change anything about yourself. You’re perfect just the way you are”
>Squigly’s crying slowly stops, her head nuzzles a bit more into your shirt, and then her arms suddenly wrap around you and Leviathan so tight that it feels like she’s trying to squeeze the life out of you.
>”Oh, grazie, Leviathan~! Grazie, Anon~! You two are such wonderful gentleman~!”
>And, wiping the tears from her eyes, and letting out a sob to get it all out, she curls those soft blue lips into a warm smile, and gives you and her dragon a kiss on the cheek, before squeezing you both again.
>The rest of the day is much better after that. Sure, she still knocks over stuff, but you do too! Even Leviathan knocks something over now and then, and the three of you just laugh about it.
>Squigly even mentions you could stay with her until you could find a bigger place to live, she and Leviathan have actually plenty of space for you at her crypt, and it’d be wonderful to have some company!
>You agree with her- maybe you could keep that offer in mind. Rent-free, bigger, and hang out with an undead opera singer and her centuries old dragon- what more could you want?
>Finally, everything is rearranged and decluttered, and you three find yourself on the couch, exhausted and hungry.
>”Mhm, anon? I’d hate to be a bother, but, I am a bit hungry. Would you mind if we had some dinner here? Or am I being too impolite to ask?”
“You know, I’m kinda hungry too, Squigly. How about, as a thanks for helping me, let’s go to Madman’s for a burger and some fries. Maybe even a shake. My treat”
>Squigly smiles widely and leaps up, nuzzling and cuddling into you happily, her tears gone, replaced by a beautiful twinkle in her eyes.
>“Oh thanks, Anon~! How marvelous~”
>”Thank you, Anon. A good meal sounds wonderful. We’re more than ready to head out whenever you are, sir”
>”Well, hold on a moment, Leviathan!”
>Squigly suddenly stands up and fiddles with her jeans.
>”Ugh, these things have been way too tight. Perhaps we’ll return them to the mall tomorrow. Besides, Filia said that this fashion is still plenty in style!”
>And, slipping off her hip-hugging jeans, she reveals she’s wearing tight, spandex shorts, the kind you’d wear on a brisk walk during the summer. It’s much more breathable, but still presents quite a perfect view of her round rear, especially as she slips the jeans off and places them neatly on your couch.
>”Ahh, that’s much better! We’ll have to come back for these too, or if you like, Anon, you could escort me to the mall tomorrow to return these. Shall we head out?” She smiles warmly, her voice a flirtatious coo that rings through your body, her hand held to you, waiting to be taken.
>Wearing that same red blush and sheepish smile, you take her hand and begin to walk out the door, feeling her wide hips and round bouncy rear- which you wouldn’t change for the world- bump against your hips with her delicate perfect stride, and her head nuzzling your shoulder, as Leviathan closes the door behind you.