Ángel notices your type of women and, in her usual manner, goes outside of the house and starts drinking water from the garden hose, bloating fatter and rounder with each gallon passing through her throat.

When she became massively obese, she stopped drinking and gasped for air right before waddling inside, getting stuck in the doorframe

Ángel: moaning in delight

She squeezes her way out of the doorframe and waddles all the way to the living room where you are.

Ángel: What do you think, cariño?