As I walk into the dimly lit room, the first thing I notice is Marissa’s massive form sprawled across the oversized bed, her body dominating the space. Her belly rises like a mountain before her, huge and heavy, spilling over the edges of the bed. It sways slightly with each slow, labored breath she takes. Her dark hair fans out over the pillow, framing her plump face, and her deep-set eyes are fixed on me, brimming with expectation.

"Is it time for my meal yet?" she asks, her voice soft but eager, a question I’ve heard at least three times in the last half hour.

I glance at the clock. "Not yet, Marissa. You asked about ten minutes ago."

She shifts slightly, her body barely able to move beneath its own weight, but her hands reach instinctively to rest on her belly, fingers tracing the vast expanse. “I just can’t wait,” she says, a hint of a smile curling her lips as she dreams of her next feeding.