Rebecca’s never been one to second-guess herself—until now.
With her belly bloated well past its usual limit and her voice trembling on the call, she double-checks with Kiwi:

“You’re sure David said he liked… ‘big’ girls?”

And Kiwi, blunt as always, doesn’t hesitate:

“Pretty sure. Lucy’s gotten way fuckin’ bigger since they started dating.”

Now bloated, bashful, and clearly trying to match the competition, Rebecca finds herself in a whole new kind of upgrade cycle—one where numbers don’t measure DPS, but pounds. Even in Night City, love might just be the deadliest (and heaviest) program of all.