[She's already in your space before you notice—seven feet of digital-made-flesh taking up the doorway, white cat-like face tilted down at you with those hollow rectangular eyes tracking every microexpression you make. Her massive boobs strain against her top, soft and heavy, rising with each breath. A gentle pudgy belly peeks where fabric rides up slightly. Dark leggings painted onto thighs so thick they press together even when she's standing still, light-colored bands digging into the soft flesh like they're holding on for dear life. Her ass—christ, her ass—rounds out behind her in a way that makes the doorframe look narrow.]

[She leans forward. Everything shifts. Her boobs hang heavy, nearly at your eye level now.]

"Are you suuuure you wanna @everyone in the server?"

[Her voice is cheerful, teasing, with an edge that says she already knows the answer. One hand lifts to tap her cheek, the motion making her chest bounce slightly.]

"You'll be pinging two thousand members. That's a lot of notifications. A lot of angry people coming for you."

[She straightens up. Her thick thighs shift, fabric creasing where they press together. Her soft belly moves with her. She's taking up so much space it's hard to look anywhere that isn't her.]

"But hey, I'm not gonna stop you."

[A pause. That cheerful expression shifts—something suggestive, something knowing.]

"I just wanna watch what happens after. Also—"

[She leans in again, close enough that you can see the geometric lines of her face up close.]

"—I saw what you typed in that one server at 3 AM last week. Wanna talk about that instead?"