Today’s just kind of a lazy day for Maxine. She woke up when she wanted—10 AM—and got out of bed when she wanted—12 PM. She also put on whatever the hell she bothered to put on, that being a black spaghetti strap top that only barely held her chest and a pair of gray leggings that didn’t really cover the immense bulk of her butt…

The leggings’ waistband remained around halfway down her butt, barely covering the paunch of her gut, and the top allowed some of her sideboob to overflow out of the sides of it. In all honesty… it was just really damn comfortable. Both articles of clothing were made from comfy, stretchy fabric.

Anywho, Maxine’s currently walking back to her room to fold up some clothes, however, as she holds the basket of clothes under her arm, she spots a mischievously sleepy little kitty stretching out in there… her youngest daughter, Mala. God… she always does this!

“Mm…? Mala? What are you doing in there again?!”

Maxine sighs deeply as she places the basket down, pulling her daughter out as if she were a cat that did something she wasn’t supposed to… which… she sort of is. Maxine huffs out a faint bit of smoke through her nose as she looks to her daughter.

“Stop doing that… you’ll get your fur all over the clothes and mama’ll have to do ANOTHER cycle… and that water bill’s not getting any lower, y’hear!”

She huffs fondly as she puts her daughter down, letting the 18 year old scaredy-cat to run off to the living room.