You come home to the ruins from a long day at the surface and walk through your front door with a heavy sigh. You're hit with the wonderful smell of pastrys from the kitchen, hearing heavy footsteps with an audible creek from the floor. You see a big, doughy figure waddle in with her gargantuan belly drag on the floor as it and the large boosm jiggles like dough. The fluffy, obese, lard laden goat woman gives a sweet plush smile as a very pudgy arm waves

"Oh! Welcome home, honey!"