Sheesh.
Her legs were short, but each as big as Clarice's waist, pulsing under yellow pants like columns of animated marble. Stomping down on shoes that bulged on the outsides from at least two-hundred-and-sixty pounds threatening to rip them open with every step. Clarice did a double-take, focusing on the woman's surprisingly small feet. They were wide, but short, abnormally out of proportion with her top-heavy body.
Yeah, she'll run into some problems. Literally.
“She'll come forward with no balance,” Clarice muttered, then backed away to initiate her plan. Eyes wide, she held up her hands, a frightened posture, pleading. She shook her head as if she couldn't believe this was happening and was about to pee in her panties. “NO!” she cried in a high-pitched trill. “I'm sorry! I haven't
