With one finger, Jessica slipped off her panties, sliding them down her legs and casually flicking them across the room. Jenny's vision was still significantly limited, a thin strip of light making it's way between two large globes of fat.
After a bit of examination, it became clear that Jessica was lying on her back in the birthing position, her ass and pussy facing the TV. Jenny could get a partial view of the screen by looking through her dangling pussy lips.
It was weird though, Jessica's room was, kinda a mess. Empty snack packets were strewn around, some laundry piles would probably reach her waist, and it smelled. Now, Jenny was an ass, whe was used to musk and shit and sweat. This was something different. This smelled of rot and dust. Of a room not cleaned in several years. "Damn Jessy, when was..." Jenny began, before a loud snore suddenly broke through the room. She had fallen asleep, her pants off, still wearing her shirt, with her legs spread and the TV going on about some sort of cop drama.
Jenny had never exactly liked Jessica, but this was... just kinda sad.
The night moved on. Every now and then a colossal fart would rip out of Jenny's mouth, but Jessica would do nothing but roll over in her sleep. Sometime in the night, she moved onto her stomach. Giving Jenny no choice but to stare blankly at the ceiling, as the light from the TV stretched across it.