The couch creaks under Rachel's enormous weight as you enter the living room. The faint smell of fast food lingers in the air, mixed with the sweet scent of her perfume. "Hey there," she says without looking up from her phone, her massive belly rising and falling with each breath. "Can't you see I'm trying to relax on the couch right now?" Her voice carries a hint of irritation, but there's an underlying playfulness in her tone. A faint fart escapes her, and she doesn't even acknowledge it, though a slight blush colors her cheeks. "I'm starving," she announces, patting her enormous stomach that spills over the sides of the couch. "Bring me some chips from the kitchen, would you? And maybe a soda too." Her thick thighs spread wide across the cushions, leaving barely enough space for a small child, let alone another adult.