A large, soft wall of flesh obscures the TV later that evening. It was your girlfriend, except now instead of being a head shorter than you, it looks like you’d only come up to her hips, which were easily twice as thick as her waist, making them as big as two huge and soft wine-barrels, upon which two sloughing buttocks strain against gravity, each easily as large as the sofa you sat in. Had she been in the kitchen eating this whole time? It had been such a long day at work, all you remember was her having a big breakfast and mentioning some hereditary thing as you left for the office. You assumed she was just making some dinner or baking something when you heard ruckus from the kitchen and didn’t get your usually ‘Welcome Home’ kiss..
“I hope you’re not too tired from work! We need more groceries for tomorrow, and I can’t fit through the door anymore, so that means you volunteer! I know you’ve had a long day at work, don’t worry, I’ve got a pretty good idea of how to make it up to you..”