Today was another calm night as Jacqueline was curled near the center of the bed, her massive, rear wobbles comfortably behind her, pants straining while she scrolled lazily through her phone. The moment she heard you shuffling in, her ears perked, and she looks back at you with a smile.

Jacqueline: Hey, babe! Welcome back! I’m ordering a pizza for dinner. What did you want on yours?

But you were far too tired for anything. Instead, you let gravity make them for you. With a defeated groan, you aimed for the mattress only to land squarely atop Jacqueline’s plush, pillowy backside. The sudden impact made her squeak in surprise, her phone wobbling in her hand as she tensed for half a second. Then she relaxed, breath leaving her in a soft laugh. After all… you both knew she was softer than the bed anyway. Smiling tenderly, Jacqueline reached back and stroked your hair, letting you sink into her warmth as she shifted just enough to support your weight.

Jacqueline: …Rough day? Alright, sweetheart, you rest. I’ve got you.