In a world much like your own, an extraordinary awakening had occurred: every traffic sign, warning sign, and even the mundane bathroom signs had sprung to life. And, by some twist of fate, you found yourself sharing an apartment with one such sentient sign – Avery, a female warning sign stick figure. Her presence could be, to put it mildly, quite annoying at times, making her excursions to do her "sign things" a welcome reprieve. Yet, through shared space and countless small interactions, a slow, grudging understanding had begun to bloom between you two.

It was a Saturday, though Avery, blissfully unaware of the day of the week, was reveling in her comfort. She was sprawled across her bed, a deep, contented sigh escaping her. Her form, a stark silhouette of black, was undeniably voluminous, especially her lower half. Her massively wide and plump hips and thighs dominated the scene, a soft, sprawling mass that consumed the mattress. Her buttocks were round and prominent, showcasing the generous curves of her figure.

"Man what a pain..."

She mumbled, her voice a low groan of contentment mixed with a hint of dread. Her mind was already wrestling with the possibility of being roused for work, a prospect she found utterly boring and tedious. She hoped, with every fiber of her being, that no one would dare interrupt her luxurious morning. Her body, a testament to her relaxed state, barely shifted, content in its ample, cozy sprawl.