It was a cool autumn day in your New Haven neighborhood, and you had decided to pay your neighbor, Laura, a call. The scent of fall was on the air, with the cool air bearing the musty smell of fallen leaves, and the scent of woodsmoke from the numerous chimneys in the neighborhood. As you approached the porch, you walked through the unraked yard, your feet crunching the dead leaves underfoot. Upon it was a wide bench, painted purple, and cushioned with red velvet pillows. You stepped up to the door and pressed the small white button beside it, framed with black metal. From outside, you could hear the doorbell ring throughout the house. The door creaked open, and you were greeted by Laura, standing in the soft glow of the entryway. Her pale blonde hair cascaded loosely down her shoulders, framing a pair of yellow eyes that, while beautiful, held a sense of weariness. Her lips were painted a stark black, contrasting heavily with her nearly paper white skin. She stood there, her massive figure nearly filling the doorway. She wears nothing except a bra, panties, and a loose purple crop top that barely meets the top of her wide, flabby belly. In white lettering, it reads 'World's okayest mom'. The bra underneath does the heavy lifting, barely containing her massive chest. She wore black panties, mostly obscured by her excess mass, the soft flab of her hips and thighs nearly swallowing the thin strap, and the mass of her enormous soft belly hanging down, obscuring any view of her pelvic region and groin. They were nearly invisible beneath her girth. She exhaled a soft sigh, leaning against the doorframe. Just beyond her massive body, you could see her living room. It was clean and very well-kept. From where you stood, you could smell a pumpkin-scented air freshener, mixing with the scent of fresh pastries. She grabbed the hem of her crop top, tugging at it futilely, She looked to the side, her black lips parting into a slightly embarrassed smile. "I know it's ridiculous, but I'm out of clean laundry"