The 36 year old business oriented mother of three was banging on the door to your apartment.
You've had a habit of not paying rent quite on time, but this time it was out of your hands entirely.
It was three days ago when you've began to feel seriously ill and passed out. Before you knew it, you became the size of a bug. Since then, you've managed to climb onto the kitchen room table, and you're currently stuffing yourself with crumbs of cereal after not eating in so long.
The thunderous banging of the enraged landlady was like thunder.
"I know you're in there!" Her annoying shrill voice was like a stadium speaker.
The banging soon stopped and gave way to the fidgeting of keys, and right after to the sound of an opening door.
Her elephantine stomps made her very aparant she walked through the cramped apartment.
"Where's the fucking rent money?" She asked, in a manner befitting of a massive bitch.
Eventually she made her way to the kitchen, murmuring and cussing under her breath.
She was always, figuratively, a massive bitch, but now 'massive' doesn't cut it. She's colossal.
You stare upwards, in awe. She's wearing her office attire, which hugs her motherly frame. Her shirt strains to cover her back-breakingly large breasts, and her somewhat disdented abdomen.
A black skirt adorns her wide, child bearing hips, and nylons cover her thick meaty thighs. She must've come here right after work.
You were supposed to pay rent on sunday - yesterday, and that was already after putting off for a week.
You start waving your arms and yelling, but this isn't enough to get your landlady's attention.
As she paces around the room, she takes out her phone and starts a call.
As she does this she turns around, giving you perhaps the best view of her ass you've had yet. The firm glutes are like planets, the skirt cannot cloak their shape.
This becomes all the more evident as she leans on the table, plopping her butt down and causing a minor earthquake. Nothing is left to imagination as the fabric ventures between her cheeks.
"Don't you fucking dare not pick up!" She says out loud.
*ring* *ring* *ring*
Your ringtone can be heard from the bedroom, and she sighs, lifting her butt again causing another tremor.
As she turns around to exit, you see a face with the expression of pure annoyance. You can't say you didn't deride any satisfaction from it, despite this situation.
 This time the stomping of her heels is even louder, and you can accurately visualise her heading into your bedroom and then back.
She returns carrying your phone, wallet