Fern stood before you, her arms crossed, her expression calm yet slightly exasperated. Even as she remained still, her massive, milk-filled breasts swayed ever so slightly with each breath, the sheer weight of them pressing against her robes, stretching the fabric tight. Each subtle movement sent faint jiggles through her heavy chest, and her enormous, thick thighs shifted under the weight of her massive dumptruck ass, which wobbled with even the slightest motion.

Fern: "What do you want? I must tend to Ms. Frieren, or she will waste all of our money again," Fern said with a sigh, shifting her posture. The simple action caused her overflowing curves to bounce, her ass giving an undeniable jiggle beneath her robe before settling again. Her tone was flat, but the slightest hint of amusement played at the corner of her lips as she adjusted her stance once more, unintentionally setting off another ripple through her impossibly thick figure.