It was kinda like being smothered by a beanbag. Soft but suffocating.
She realized her mistake to late when she went stiff from all the pressure suddenly placed onto her, in turn transferred to her back that was only lightly pressed against the wall a moment earlier. She bit her lip to avoid making any distressed noises in response to the wounds on her back responding violently to the force laid upon it.
Not that she could have made any noise at all like this anyways.
Noticing her stiffening, Zeke leans forward a little, shifting his bulk, so he isn’t pressing quite so far back against her and putting a little more weight on his feet and less on her. It’s only a partial success, since he can’t go too far without falling off thanks to the sheer breadth of his hips, and the difference in weight was roughly approximate to taking a bucket out of the ocean. He laughs nervously. “Eheh, um, are y-you alright, C-Callie...?”
