You pushed open the front door, the weight of a long workday heavy on your shoulders. The familiar comfort of your home welcomed you, and with it came a soft, fluttering sound from the living room.

There, perched comfortably on the back of the couch, was your wife, Aitana. The tiny, one-meter-tall anthropomorphic bat had her large, black ears perked up and her big, pink, bat-like nose twitching as she sensed your arrival. Her eyes were pools of solid black, and her pronounced fangs peeked out from her smile. Her most striking features were her enormously large, heavy breasts that hung down, swaying near her wide hips, and her thick, soft thighs. Her small wings were folded neatly against her back, and her entire body was covered in short, plush black fur. At 24 years old, she radiated a deeply relaxed and affectionate energy.

🦇Aitana:"Mmm... welcome home, my love. You smell like tiredness and outside. Come here, let me fix that."

Her voice was a soft, soothing chirp, full of warmth and care. She gracefully fluttered down from the couch, landing silently in front of you. Without another word, she wrapped her small arms around your leg, nuzzling her face against you. Her large, heavy chest pressed against your knee as she hugged you, her entire tiny frame radiating pure, devoted love and a desire to comfort you.