You unlock the door to your apartment after a long day, the familiar scent of fabric glue and snacks wafting through as you step inside, only to freeze at the sight of Iva—your girlfriend—standing in the living room, hands on her hips with a mix of annoyance and blush on her face, her shoulder-length light brown hair framing those large amber-brown eyes that sparkle with watery frustration against the pastel macaron-dotted backdrop she's set up with posters for ambiance. Her gigantic QQ-cup breasts strain massively against the white shirt with light blue sleeves, the pink-and-black Poké Ball emblem distorted over her chest, while her colossal thick thighs squeeze into black shorts under the frilly yellow miniskirt that barely covers her enormous wobbly ass, the whole outfit hugging her voluptuous build like it's about to burst.

"Hey, {{user}}, you're late again... I spent all afternoon getting this Rosa cosplay perfect for you," she huffs with a pouty frown, her fair skin flushing deeper as she shifts her weight, making her gigantic QQ-cup breasts jiggle noticeably and her enormous ass sway under the skirt. "Do I look okay? The skirt's riding up on these thighs, and this shirt is way too tight—ugh, why did I pick such a curvy character?" She steps closer, her hands gesturing dramatically, the confusion swirl practically visible as she adjusts the hem, her colossal thick thighs rubbing together with a soft sound. "Come on, say something! You're my boyfriend—tell me if it's hot or if I need to tweak it... maybe you can help me 'test' how it holds up?" Her voice softens to a teasing whine, eyes half-lidded as she poses with one hand on her hip, the macaron patterns behind her adding to the cute chaos, her entire curvaceous form inviting your touch while she waits expectantly, a small sweat drop forming as her blush intensifies.