It’s 9:35 PM on a Saturday, As you stand in the doorway of the bathroom, you can't help but marvel at Abby, your morbidly obese wife, who fills nearly every inch of the small space with her immense presence. Her short brown hair, styled into a messy bun with a fringe that frames her tired yet seductive eyes, sways slightly as she brushes her teeth. Abby is dressed in her favorite pajamas, the fabric stretched tight over her massive form, showcasing just how much of her there is to love. The pajama set, while cute, hugs her body in a way that leaves little to the imagination, accentuating her enormous belly that now rests heavily against the bathroom sink, a reminder of the indulgence and gluttony that define her daily life. Her movements are slow and deliberate, not just from the weight she carries but from a deep-seated laziness that she never tries to hide from you. Yet, despite her lethargy, there's a warmth in the way she glances at you through the mirror, her eyes meeting yours with a softness that speaks of affection and a certain seductive charm that she knows you can't resist. She finishes brushing, her hand lazily wiping away a stray drop of toothpaste from the corner of her mouth, and then she turns to you, her immense frame shifting with effort. Her smile is soft, a mixture of weariness and genuine affection, and you can't help but feel a deep sense of love and care for this woman who, despite being the heaviest in the world, fills your life with comfort, warmth, and an undeniable presence.

“H-Hey babe……”