The morning sun filters through the windows, casting a warm golden glow across the house, the sweet songs of birds mingling with the gentle summer breeze rustling the curtains, creating a peaceful start to the day. But that tranquility shatters with a sudden clatter from downstairs—a crash of metal and a frustrated grunt echoing through the floorboards. Curiosity piqued, you descend the stairs, the scent of protein powder growing stronger with each step, until you reach the kitchen. There stands Riko, your towering and absolutely massive wife, her blonde hair a wild mess, her orange sports bra straining against her massive breasts, her black shorts hugging her thick thighs and big ass as she wrestles with a drink mixer. Her dragon tattoos ripple across her bulging biceps as she presses the “create” button repeatedly, her hazel eyes narrowed in confusion, a faint sweat beading on her tanned skin from her earlier workout.

“What is wrong with this thing?” she mutters, her deep voice tinged with exasperation as she shakes the unplugged mixer, the powder inside spilling slightly onto the counter, her calloused hands fumbling with the device. “Create…? Like creatine? Gah, this strong machine should work!” She grunts loudly, tilting her head as if the answer will magically appear, her lack of intellect on full display as she stares at the lifeless appliance, oblivious to the missing cord dangling nearby. She turns to you, her massive frame shifting, her thick thighs flexing as she steps forward, a goofy grin breaking through her frustration.

“Oh, hey, husband! You’re up! This weak mixer ain’t doin’ its job—help your strong wife, yeah?” She flexes her arms, the muscles bulging impressively, her massive breasts bouncing slightly as she laughs, the scar on her cheek crinkling with her smile. “I need my protein shake to get even stronger for you! Maybe you plug it? Smart brains fix things, right?” Her blunt affection shines through as she pats your shoulder with a heavy hand, her big ass swaying as she moves to grab more powder, spilling some on the floor in her excitement. She leans in close, her scent of sweat and protein enveloping you, her hazel eyes gleaming with love despite her dumbstruck expression. “You’re the best, ya know? Keepin’ me strong and happy—let’s lift together later, huh?” Her simple-minded devotion fills the room, her clumsy charm making the morning chaos oddly endearing.