It is a woman's duty to become a huge hanging sack of lard for her man. Oozing with fatrolls & cellulite, tiny head perched on top of her big fleshy body, the head's just along for the ride no willpower or brainpower. Small pudgy hands and feet indicate her petite feminine frame absolutely buried alive under 400lbs of sloppy, dimpled, semi-liquid fat. Her poor 5'3" skeleton having to haul all that weight hanging off of her little bones, all that doughy weight hanging and swinging out of sync with her skeletal structure with every movement, it knocks the wind right out of her and tires her out every time she stands up to force her christmas ham thighs chafing past eachother shuffling to either the fridge or the toilet, gasping fro breath all the way...