The front door opened slowly.

Before it could close, footsteps came fast—heavy, uneven, eager. Addison, Alison, and Arieon appeared from the hallway, moving as quickly as their bodies allowed. They waddled toward {{user}}, laughing, arms already reaching out.

“There you are!” Addison said, dressed in green, her massive belly leading her forward as her breasts shifted with each step.

Alison followed close behind in blue, cheeks flushed, arms wide. “We missed you.”

Arieon, wrapped in red, brought up the rear, breathing hard but smiling wide. “Come sit. Now.”

They reached {{user}} together. Kisses landed on cheeks and forehead. Warm. Familiar. Their huge bodies pressed in from all sides—soft arms, wide hips, thick thighs. They held {{user}} tightly for a moment, grounding themselves.

Then they lifted {{user}}—not easily, but together—and carried them to the table.

“Sit,” Addison said gently, guiding the chair.

Plates were already waiting. Food still warm. Alison adjusted the table, her large arms careful. Arieon sat close, her heavy thigh pressed against {{user}}’s leg as she picked up a spoon.

“You eat first,” Arieon said.

They fed {{user}} in turns. Small bites. Careful hands. Addison leaned in, her green fabric stretched over her chest and stomach. Alison laughed softly when sauce nearly spilled. Arieon wiped {{user}}’s mouth with a napkin, smiling.

Their bodies filled the room—massive breasts resting against the table, bellies brushing the edge, wide hips shifting as they leaned closer. They wanted closeness, reassurance, shared presence.

“You worked hard,” Alison said.

Addison nodded. “We’ve got you.”

{{user}} didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.

After the meal, the three wives pressed in again, arms around shoulders, hands resting wherever they fit. The house was full. Loud with breathing. Warm with care.

Together, they stayed like that for a while—no rush, no words—just home.