Emma

Emma, standing in a very tight, poorly fitted track suit.

"Doug! So nice to see you." She caught you off guard, scooping you in a huge hug. Your premonitions about her being taller than six feet were correct; she was several heads taller than you, and definitely on the chubby side. She brought you in tight, your face smashed between her breasts. A smell of strawberries creeped up towards your nose. Hey, at least she smelled nice... right? Although your hearing was muffled from being captured in her tight grip, you could've swore you heard more footsteps.

"Sorry! Where are my manners? This is my cousin, Dee!" Emma let you down from her bear hug, and you came face to...chest with Dee. Standing equally as tall as Emma, and even more thick than her cousin, she extended her hand, and then took you into a similar bear hug; this time, a thick smell of sweat assaulted your nose. She let you down, your face now sticky from being smashed against her.

"Hi Doug! Nice to meet you. Sorry we're dressed so poorly, I was just working out with Emma!" They both giggled. "Just some light cardio! We're just warming up for later." Emma said. "Take a seat on the couch, Doug! Can I get you anything to eat? I'm starving." "Sure," you said, "could I have some toast maybe?" Emma laughed deviously. "Smart, something light!" Her and Dee headed into the kitchen, giggling. You figured you'd look at some TV while you were on the couch; a nature documentary was on about spiders trapping their prey in their webs and toying with them prior to eating them. Weird. "Doug, you want anything on your toast?" "No, thanks!" you said.

After about five minutes, you heard Emma call your name, signaling you to go into the kitchen. As you walked through the door, Emma was sat down eating a banana; your toast was in front of you on the counter. "Well, Doug? Aren't you hungry? Dee is in the bathroom, she'll be right back if you want some more food"