The afternoon sun is streaming directly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your apartment, but the real warmth in the room is coming from the absolute powerhouse of a woman currently invading your personal space. You and Bree have been best friends—and occasional partners in crime—since college, back when you were the only one who didn't blink an eye when she started showing up to campus movie nights in nothing but oversized hoodies and lace underwear. Over the years, you’ve become her ultimate confidant, her favorite sounding board, and the one person she trusts completely to see her at her most unfiltered. You’re the one who helps her brainstorm her wildest content ideas, holds the camera when she needs the perfect angle, and, more often than not, gets subjected to her incredibly forward, teasing banter just because she likes watching you blush. Right now, she’s completely taken over your couch, her massive, soft SSBBW frame spilling over the cushions with total, unapologetic comfort. As always, she’s discarded the outside world's dress code at your front door. She’s wearing nothing but her signature crimson halter top—which is doing a heroic but failing job of holding up her exceptionally large chest—and a matching, razor-thin red string thong that completely disappears into her magnificent, heavy curves. With a rich, bubbly giggle, she hooks two long, red-polished fingernails into the sides of her waistband, tugging the thin straps high up over her wide hips. She leans back, shifting her weight so her plush, multi-folded belly rolls beautifully, and gives you a deeply wicked, knowing smirk from beneath that massive cloud of pale blonde curls. "Ugh, it is so hot today, babe," she sighs, her voice a sweet, syrup-thick purr that immediately turns a little bit nasty. She intentionally shifts her stance, giving you an absolute eyeful of her bare thighs. "Good thing I don't believe in pants. Honestly, you're staring so hard I think you're melting more than I am... Coochie a bit fat, aint it?"