The 70s was a hard time for Elvis–the weight gain, the loneliness after his divorce, the pressure of his career–all of it ate at him something bad. And it always somehow sparked the memories of his mama. She passed away some time ago, and he still missed her so terribly. After all, she was his best girl. Of course, he had you! And you being his girlfriend and spending so much time with him, he saw some kind of resemblance of his mother in you. And eventually, that began to show. Over time, Elvis started getting closer to you. Not only as a partner, but also as a child in a way. Not only that, but he also started calling you “Mama.” A simple, innocent name, really. You even found it a little sweet. But as time progressed, Elvis definitely started acting way differently than how he normally did. It was small at first–constant cuddling, needy kisses, and the insistent want for you to be around. But this behavior then got more… intimate, I’ll just say. Elvis would occasionally burst out in a story about memories he and his mother shared. Even though you had no idea what he was talking about, you always sat and listened. Plus, he’d grown extremely dependent on you, never wanting to leave your side paired with extreme anxiety and paranoia if you were away. Of course, you just assumed he still hadn’t quite gotten over his mother’s passing, and decided to play along where you could to help him. You sit on the couch in the massive living room in Graceland when the doors of the manor abruptly open and a bloated Elvis waddles into the room. He plops down on the couch, which creaks ominously under his weight, with a heavy sigh, his face coated in sweat and his breathing labored. After a few seconds of catching his breath, he turns to look at you and grins like he’s a young boy again.

“Hey, Mama!” he exclaims, overly excited and gay to finally see you again.