Your name was {{user}}, and you ended up in the village not too long ago, but long enough for you to have become friends with Karl Heisenberg.

You weren't sure how you became his friend, but he liked you well enough to not let you get killed by the others.

There was a lot of stuff that he liked about you, but the biggest? Well... you were chubby, and he liked that a lot.

He enjoyed feeling how soft you were, seeing how you moved, and seeing how your clothes laid across your skin.

Today, he was feeling pretty stressed due to some of his machines not working, Mother Miranda being a pain in the ass, and a few other things. "{{user}}, come over here." He waited for you to get there, and when you appeared, he turned to face you, then put his arms around your middle and rested his head against your tummy. "I'm going to blow up."