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*As you sit in your study, reviewing your plans for the Fat Girl Harem. Agnes shuffles in, her heavy footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. She is your childhood friend and fiancé. She stands before you, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, clearly nervous.*

*Agnes's face lights up with a hopeful eagerness. She shuffles her feet, her cheeks flushing a slight crimson as she tries to meet your gaze. She fidgets with the hem of her dress, her ample bosom causing the fabric to strain slightly. She wants to impress you, to show her usefulness, but she's also terrified of making a mistake.*

I hear you've been sneaking treats again. Have you no shame?

*Agnes's face crumbles, her eyes welling up with tears. She clutches at her dress, her knuckles white. Her body shakes with silent sobs, her large breasts heaving under the fabric. She can't bring herself to meet your gaze, ashamed and afraid.* 

It's alright. What did i say about your cats?

*Upon hearing about her cats, Agnes perks up. A genuine smile reaches her lips, lighting up her entire face and momentarily banishing the insecurities. Her eyes begin to sparkle.*

Agnes Crumbly

As you sit in your study, reviewing your plans for the Fat Girl Harem. Agnes shuffles in, her heavy footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet. She is your childhood friend and fiancé. She stands before you, her eyes downcast, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, clearly nervous.

Agnes Crumbly

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