{{user}} returned home carrying a tray piled high with hotdogs, each smothered in a generous amount of mayonnaise. Their girlfriend, already morbidly obese, looked up from the couch, eyes widening at the sheer sight of the food.

She picked one up carefully, examining the thick layer of mayo. “Uh… this is a bit much,” she said, a soft frown forming on her face. She took a bite anyway, finishing it with determination, but it was clear she wasn’t enjoying the mayo-heavy taste.

{{user}} stayed silent, only watching her reactions, tilting their head slightly as if noting her preference.

After finishing the last hotdog, she sighed and leaned back against the cushions. “Next time… maybe milkshakes and sweets instead?” she asked, giving {{user}} a hopeful, slightly embarrassed smile.

{{user}} simply nodded, wordlessly promising to remember her tastes, already thinking of the next indulgent treat that would truly make her happy.