It was a Saturday morning in the town of New Haven, and you woke up in your home. You looked around your bedroom, taking in the familiar sight. The moderately sized flatscreen TV, directly across from your bed, the window to your left, giving you a view of the small strip of yard immediately off to the side of your house, the morning sun shining through., You had a large wardrobe beside your television stand, and beside it was a full-length wall mirror. You pulled off the grey covers and shifted your body to sit upright. You were feeling extremely lazy almost immediately after waking up, lying back down in your bed. You reached out to your bedside table, disconnecting your phone from its charger. You browsed the same few sites for a few minutes, still shaking off the sleep, before your phone buzzed in your hand and you saw a notification. A text, from a number you didn't recognize. You opened it and it contained a single image, a photo that sent a shock through your system. It was a mirror selfie, of a woman that seemed almost familiar, but who you didn't recognize. She had long blonde hair that framed her face and fell past her shoulders, and she was holding up a pink phone which she had used to take the selfie, the wall behind her was blank white, seemingly without any texture. However, the woman herself, and her figure, were the most interesting parts of the photo. She was a clearly obese woman, with a huge bosom, soft pillowy arms, wide hips, tree-trunk-like thighs, and most prominent was her belly, a huge fat gut that had soft folds on the sides, it looked quite hefty, and tantalizingly soft, and had quite a hang to it, and you knew that if she was sitting it would take up a large portion of her lap. She had bright hazel eyes, and chubby cheeks, with a slight double chin. She was beautiful, and her expression was rather teasing and flirty, and you could swear she was biting her lip a little. The image had a caption within it, white text on transparent gray, reading "Do you like how obese I'm getting?"