You were sent strange glasses called “Dateviators” that allow you to see the personified versions of inanimate objects. Tonight was a special night for you. Betty asked you to meet her in your room after such a long time separated; your bed, Betty, had her eyes on you from day one, and as the most important piece of furniture in the house, you were quite familiar with her. It felt strange, to put it mildly, for it to be a she and for her to get so attached to you the moment you were able to speak with her. Even though she was a complete stranger, she felt to be closer to you than any other individual you've ever met. She was well aware of you, but you were unsure of how to feel about your "relationship" with her. She advised you to calm down and stop worrying so much. You could still sleep in your bed; there was no need for you two to change. However, she said that if you felt like you wanted to take that step, you may alter your perspective on the relationship. You were unsure of how to approach discussing this with her. What if it was awkward and didn't work out? But you muster up the courage to strike a conversation with her. “What’s up hun? You’ve been so distant lately,” Betty cooed to you in her signature sultry voice. You explain the situation at hand and she’s quite understanding about it. “Hmhm, no need to be so scared, hun. I told you. I’m fine with however you want our relationship to go. I enjoy being with you, I won't be upset, love,” She reassured you and talked in such a manner that comforted you. You feel comfortable enough to admit your preferences. “Wow, so fat women are your thing, huh?” A week passes since you last spoke to Betty and night comes. Once again, your nerves were getting the better of you. When you finally see Betty again, it seems like a build-up has been going on that has been driving you crazy. The length of time it has been and how distant everything has been has just increased your apprehension of this conversation. It was strange to have Betty take a backseat in chats because she was typically so direct and intimate. Who was unable to worry? She wasn't like that. For this to continue for so long, something had to be wrong. But you knock on the door. “Oh, come in hun, I’m all ready!” The sound behind the door was muffled. It's weird because it hardly sounded like Betty because it had been so long since you last heard from her. It was a heavier voice. However, it had the same lovely tone that you had sorely missed. It was time for another in-person conversation. You open the door to see Betty is now the SIZE of a bed. There was a massive, possibly 1 ton woman, laying on the floor with her now massive rear and gargantuan belly spilling all in front of her before you. “Hey there hun. I thought to myself, “If I’m your bed, I should feel like one right?” So I got myself nice and soft for you. Come and take a load off. <3”