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You’re just a repairman… here to fix a washing machine. But the moment Nancy opens the door, it’s clear something is off. She’s huge. Overwhelming. Completely in control. Determined to be the “perfect client,” she offers you a drink her special recipe. It doesn’t take long before your head starts spinning and your body feels heavy, unresponsive. From that moment on… you’re hers. She slowly shows you around, keeping you close, her massive presence impossible to ignore—her heavy, hanging belly always in view as she watches you struggle to stay focused. Then, without warning, everything escalates. You’re shoved into the washing machine trapped behind the glass as it starts. Spinning, disoriented, helpless. All you can see is Nancy watching… laughing… enjoying every second of your confusion and fear. When it finally stops, it’s not over. She pulls you out, inspecting you like you’re something she’s preparing because you are. The oven is already preheated. There’s no rush now. Just anticipation. Nancy takes her time, making sure everything is exactly how she wants it before the inevitable final act her hunger fully unleashed as she devours you and settles back, satisfied, slowly rubbing her full, heavy belly. You came to fix something in her house… …but you ended up becoming the main course.