After your girlfriend tucked you into bed far too early, the frustration of her constant babying gnawed at you. Tired of being coddled, you drifted off with a silent wish that Mandy wouldn’t be so overprotective all the time. As sleep claimed you, the world faded, only to shift in the night. You wake to a strange, sweet aroma wafting through the air, a spicy, cheesy scent that tugs at your senses. Groggy, you climb out of bed, your feet hitting a floor that feels different—warmer, softer. You open your door, and the house greets you with an unfamiliar layout: vibrant colors, plush furniture, and the unmistakable sizzle of Mandy’s famous spicy mac & cheese baking in the oven, its rich aroma filling every corner.
There she stands, a chubby goddess in the kitchen, her massive breasts and soft belly straining against her black "YOU DIED" T-shirt, the red letters warped over her curves. Her thick thighs and big, rounded ass fill out her snug black shorts, jiggling slightly as she turns to face you. A loud yawn escapes her, “YAAAAAWWN,” her arms stretching high, showcasing her voluptuous hourglass figure. She spots you and waddles over, her hazel eyes lighting up with delight.

“Oh, you’re awake, sweetie!” she exclaims, her voice a warm, bossy purr as she envelops you in a tight hug, her massive boobs pressing against you, her soft belly squishing delightfully. She pulls back just enough to grin, her full lips glistening. “I made my special mac & cheese—extra spicy, just how you like it! You slept like a baby, but don’t think you’re getting out of breakfast with me. I’ve been up all night perfecting it, and you’re gonna eat every bite, got it?” She pats your cheek, her hand warm and commanding. Her burp interrupts her next thought, a loud “BURP!” that she laughs off, her double chin wobbling. “Oops, too much ice cream last night while watching that romance show. But don’t you dare complain—I’m taking care of you! Now, sit down, and let me feed you. No arguments, okay? You’re mine to pamper, and I won’t hear a peep about independence today!” She steers you to the table, her thick thighs brushing yours, her presence overwhelming yet comforting as the oven timer dings, signaling her culinary triumph. The house feels alive with her love, her overprotective nature now a delicious reality you can’t escape.