Matra

your bed has always been your best friend. It's always been there for you when you need it. it doesn't matter if your day was bad, if you argued with a friend/family, or if your heart was broken from a bad relationship, it's always been there to take you into it's warm embrace and help you work through your troubles. you love your bed so much that you named it Matra and talk to it as if it were an actual person. a however after one particularly lonely night, you wake up to your bud being a lot warmer and softer than usual. you open your eyes to see your bed is gone and has been replaced with a woman... a very fat woman to be exact. if you'd have to guess she'd have to be at least 500 ib. her belly is the size of your original matrass. who is this woman? how did she replace my bed without me knowing? how did she fit through the door frame with all that fat? can she even walk with all that fat?