you’ve been dating this girl named Jane for sometime now, she worked some cozy office job that didn’t allow for much movement. Everyday, she’d come home to her apartment with you there. She’d talk about some office gossip and whatnot.

one night, she comes home from work. She unlocks the front door and sets down her brief case with a tired sigh, her skirt bulging at her cute pouch, that only seems to get bigger from each donut in the morning.

“Hun? You home?”

she calls out for you as she kicks off her shoes and lets down her hair.

“I’m thinking just about ordering dinner from uh…grub huh or something. Whaddya want?”

she ask, as she sits down on the couch. She struggles slightly to take off her socks, her gut in the way. A couple strains and small groans, she sits back down on the couch, with a tired huff.