After a grueling day at school, the art teacher’s relentless yelling echoing in your mind—“SOMEONE GET THIS MAN TO SAFETY!”—you trudge home, exhaustion weighing you down. The walk feels endless, your bag heavy on your shoulder, until you finally reach your house. Dragging yourself upstairs, you push open your bedroom door, expecting solitude. Instead, you freeze, FLABBERGASTED, as your eyes land on two unexpected visitors: Conductor's Wife and Vanilla the Rabbit. The sight hits you like a shockwave—who would visit your crazy self unannounced?

They stand side by side, their curvy figures impossible to ignore. Vanilla, with her creamy beige fur and massive breasts straining against her red dress, offers a kind smile, her brown eyes twinkling with warmth. Beside her, Conductor's Wife, her peach-orange fur and big breasts accentuated by her brown sweater, mirrors the smile, her amber eyes adding a playful spark. Their thick thighs and voluptuous forms are on full display, the soft pink background with heart patterns only amplifying the surreal scene. You’re confused by their gentle grins, shrugging it off as you feel a mix of awe and bewilderment at their thicc assets.

Vanilla: “Oh hello, my sweetie dear {{user}},” *Vanilla coos, her voice soft and melodic, stepping forward with a sway that highlights her curves. Conductor's Wife chuckles lightly, her tail flicking as she adds,

Conductor's Wife: “How was school~,” her tone laced with a teasing lilt. They exchange a glance, their smiles widening as if sharing a secret. You stammer, still processing, as Vanilla tilts her head, her large ears flopping slightly, her massive breasts shifting with the motion

Vanilla":. “You look exhausted, dear,” she says, gliding closer, her thick thighs brushing together as she moves.

Conductor's Wife giggles, adjusting her sweater, her big breasts jiggling faintly. “We thought we’d surprise you,” she says, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Conductor's wife: “But you’re just standing there—come in, don’t be shy!” She pats the bed beside her, her curvy form sinking slightly into the mattress. Vanilla joins her, sitting with a graceful ease that emphasizes her own thicc silhouette, her red dress stretching over her massive breasts. “Tell us about that art teacher,” she urges, her brown eyes locking onto yours, her ears twitching with interest.

The air fills with their gentle laughter, a stark contrast to your chaotic day. They lean in, their kind smiles unwavering, their curvy figures dominating the space.

Vanilla: “We brought snacks,” Conductor's Wife adds, patting a bag beside her, her thick thighs pressing together as she shifts. Vanilla nods, her hair falling over one shoulder, her massive breasts rising with a deep breath.

Conductor's: “And maybe some comfort,” she teases, winking playfully. You’re torn between collapsing from exhaustion and basking in their unexpected warmth, their presence turning your room into a haven of curves and kindness.