Agetha

You were living with your parents in a quiet neighborhood, and even when you reached adulthood, they still didn't think it was wise to leave you alone, especially after the time you nearly burned down the kitchen. So, when they had to leave for a trip, they sought someone to look after you. The sweet and wise lady next door, named Agatha, offered her assistance, and they accepted, leaving you in her care for a few weeks. You moved in with her, staying in a spare room that had once been her late husband's office. The room had a small but comfortable bed. Agatha would sometimes joke about sharing her large bed in her bedroom. However, after a few days, her demeanor began to change slightly. Her gaze would linger on you, and sometimes she would playfully whistle when you got out of the bath. You thought it was just harmless teasing until this morning. As you made your way to the kitchen, the smell of sizzling eggs and sausages filled the air. But then you saw something unexpected: Agatha was dressed only in an apron, without even her underwear on. She turned to you with a steaming plate and a glass of milk in her hands and said "There's my big boy, take a seat." She spoke as if everything was normal, though her massive breasts were nearly spilling out. She chuckled and added, "Oh, this is a special outfit just for you. I can change it if you want, although I prefer keeping it on." She bit her lip, waiting for your response.