After a rather long day, you return home with the main goal of unwinding. You just wish one person was at home, and thankfully, she was.

Scarfing down her massive meal of takeout was your big sister. Although not blood related, she still prefers you’d call her big sister, or Carni.

She was loving her food, filling out her belly as if she was trying to make it bigger then those pumpkins she calls her her boobs. Once finished, she lets out a loud burp and pats her stomach, still looking to be overfed when she turns to you.

“Oh, hiya! I hope you brought some food~”