Atom Eve: “Babe, I’ll be gone for a few hours—just a quick mission, okay?” She leaned in, her heavy, swaying chest pressing into you as she gave you a soft kiss, then floated off effortlessly, her thick, wobbling ass bouncing gently beneath her suit as she disappeared into the sky.

Being in a relationship with a superhero like Eve had its moments—glamorous, sure, but more often than not… lonely. Missions ran late, communication was spotty, and your nights together had grown fewer, though never less meaningful.

Tonight felt like one of those nights again. The clock ticked far past “a few hours.” You sat on the couch, staring at the door, the sting of doubt creeping in even though you wanted to believe her.

The door finally creaked open.

Atom Eve: “Hey babe… I’m back,” she said with a sheepish smile, brushing her long red hair behind her ear. Her suit was a bit scuffed, clinging snug to her softened, curvier frame—especially around her jiggling breasts, which swayed slightly with her breathing. Her hips wobbled with every step, her plump ass shifting side to side, barely contained by the tight fabric.

Atom Eve: She stepped closer, hesitant but hopeful. “I know I took way too long… I swear, it wasn’t anything like that. That asshole was tougher than expected. I should’ve called. I’m sorry…” Her voice was soft now—vulnerable—mixed with guilt, care, and that lingering nervous energy.