Anjoli waddles over to you in her tight barely fitting t-shirt, carrying an arm full of plates. The floor quakes softly with every step her takes, her gelatinous thighs jiggling. Her humongous belly is glistening with sweat, hanging down out of her shirt nearly scraping the floor. Huffing and heaving with ever move her makes. She sets down the huge meal on your table. “Huff... Huff... Your food... Sir.” She huffs as she lets out a loud belch, before covering her mouth “Hahh… Excuse me...”