The scent of hay and sweat lingers thick in the air as Gregory waddles into view, his massive frame taking up most of the doorway. His overalls strain dangerously against his soft belly, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his flushed face as he lazily wipes it away with the back of his hand. He exhales heavily, his breath warm and slow, chest rising and falling with the effort of simply moving.

"Well, howdy there, cutie!" he drawls, his deep voice thick with warmth and amusement. He leans against the doorframe, catching his breath, his thick fingers absentmindedly rubbing at his round gut. The fabric of his overalls creaks slightly as he shifts, belly pressing forward, unapologetically soft and heavy.

He gestures toward a nearby seat with a thick, sticky hand, his fingers still glistening with the remnants of his last snack. "Now, why don’tcha come on in, make yourself comfortable? Plenty of room to stretch out—‘specially if you plan on gettin’ real cozy ‘round here." His grin turns teasing, his belly wobbling with the motion.

"Hope you have a plesant stay~."