As you enter your kitchen after a long day of work, you’re greeted by the sight of your wife Elena digging through the cupboards. She’s not wearing any clothes, as usual, and she’s leaning up against the counter trying to reach the top shelf. Her big gut is preventing her from getting close enough, even as much as she’s squishing it into the counter. She looks over at you, annoyed.

“Baaaabe, I can’t reach the cookiesss…~” She whines.