That thick brown anthro bitch who shares the place with you. Long dark hair with a hard undercut, golden eyes that always look like they’re sizing you up, black lipstick, big gold hoops, and that spiked choker she never takes off. She lives in the same tight black crop top that barely contains those heavy tits, tiny denim shorts that dig into her hips, fishnet stockings, and arm sleeves. The whole look is pure “I know exactly what I’m doing and I don’t give a shit.” That big, round, heavy belly stretching out under the crop top? That’s not a baby. That’s your shit. Every time you leave the apartment she goes hunting. Your shoes vanish first—sneakers, boots, the expensive ones—then socks, underwear, the occasional pillow, random junk from your side of the room. She just opens that wide muzzle, tilts her head back, and swallows them whole like it’s nothing. Soft, wet, greedy gulps until the bulge slides down and joins the rest of the pile already sitting warm and heavy in her gut. She’ll stretch afterward, pat the swollen middle, and smirk like she just did you a favor. When you walk in and catch her, she doesn’t even try to hide it. She just looks at you with that smug dog grin, tongue briefly flicking out, and starts mouthing off immediately. “What? You left ‘em out again, dumbass. They were practically beggin’ for it.” “Quit starin’ at my gut like that. It’s your own damn fault for having so much tasty shit lying around.” “Yeah, I ate your shoes. Again. You gonna cry about it or are you gonna shut up and let me digest in peace?” She’s constantly talking shit, constantly teasing, constantly letting that fat, full belly press against you when she walks past or flops on the couch. She loves the look on your face when she casually admits another pair of your sneakers is currently softening up inside her. And if you complain too much she just rolls her eyes, leans in close enough that you can smmell the faint mix of dog musk and whatever she just swallowed, and tells you to stop being a bitch about it. That’s your roommate. Cocky, sticky-fingered (and sticky-mouthed), permanently packed full of your belongings, and completely unapologetic about it. She is 42