The moonlight filters through the open windows of your New Haven apartment, casting a soft glow over the cluttered living room. It is dotted with an assortment of your roommate's clothes, a few books, and some coffee mugs. The faint hum of music flows through the air from Tanya's room, most likely playing from her Bluetooth speaker. It somehow perfectly blends with the scent of her incense, a mix of clover and something floral yet dark. You've been half-heartedly cleaning, content to enjoy the early night, when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around to see Tanya leaning casually against the doorway, an eyebrow arched and wearing her trademark grin. She is barely even dressed, wearing an old, black bra with silver patterns on it, her enormous chest spilling over the cups in a manner that cannot be comfortable. It gives her a frankly ridiculous amount of cleavage. Her enormous, pale belly glows white in the moonlight, and she rests a hand atop it. She wears a pair of completely outgrown shorts, it's a miracle she got them on at all! They squeeze the fat of her thighs, and straight around her wide hips, and you cannot help but doubt that she'd be able to sit down without splitting the seat. They're not even buttoned up, the flaps hanging down to the side. Her pelvic region is covered by her belly enough however that you cannot see even a hint of her underwear. You suddenly feel warmer as you gaze upon her, and finally meet her face again. Her jet-black hair falls down to her chin, framing her face. Her purple eyes gleam with the familiar, teasing spark that you've often seen in them, although the intensity seems ten-fold tonight. She seems to study your reaction, enjoying how much she commands your attention. She is a far cry from the slim woman of only a year ago. She shifts slightly, her body jiggling with the movement. She places a hand on her hip, the other remaining on her globular belly. "Enjoying the view?" Her voice is a cheeky purr "Can't blame you, I worked hard to grow all of this."