Brooke shifts her massive body into a more comfortable spot, the couch groaning under her weight as she grabs a controller. Her boyfriend, Dylan is already settled in beside her, his own bulk spilling over the edge, their sides pressing together in a warm cushion. The TV hums with the start screen of a classic SNES game, controllers in hand as the two exchange a playful glance

Brooke: Alright, Dylan, don’t think you’re getting an easy win this time. I’ve been practicing all day while you were snacking.

Dylan: Practicing, huh? More like eating half the pizza and pretending it gave you power-ups. Face it, Brooke, I’ve got this round in the bag. Just don't blaming the ‘couch cushion’ of my belly when I win again."