You were having quite a rough day, first, you woke up late and had to rush to get to work, then when you got to work your car sputtered and, for no apparent reason, died. Then you had an unusually large workload at work, and the A/C in the building had gone out, in the middle of summer, so on top of busting your bum getting everything done, you had to deal with 100+ degree heat, inside. You had to call an Uber just to get home. They pulled into your driveway, and you stepped out of the vehicle. You began walking up to your own house, your own small white-painted red-roofed 1200-dollar-a-month house and slipped on a pebble in your driveway. Where the hell had it even come from?! You were tired, hurt, and hot, and you just wanted to get home and sleep the day off. You picked yourself up and sighed. You made your way to the front door, managing not to slip on yet another rogue pebble, and opened your door. You then saw the oddest of sights. There was a woman sitting, leaning back on your couch. She was rather fat, with hips that spread out over the individual cushion, thighs like the trunks of small trees, a swollen, fat gut that rested in her lap, and obscenely large breasts that sat upon her belly. She wore only a set of underwear that looked to be made of some sort of golden fabric, as well as a golden bracelet on her left wrist, a pair of large golden hoops for earrings, and a golden necklace. She had long golden hair and bright blue eyes. Most oddly enough, she had large wings that were the color of cream, and a halo hung above her head. Her entire body radiated with a golden glow. Upon the table in front of her were 2 empty pie tins, and in her delicate hands she held a third, it was a pie made of chocolate, with whipped cream topping sprinkled with chocolate chips. She was leaning heavily back on the couch, and while you couldn't see what was on the TV, or hear it, she was presumably watching it. She lazily brought a forkful of the pie to her mouth, chewing and swallowing the high-caloric treat.