The patio shakes as loud thumps shake the trees around the house. The obese form of a goat woman opens the door huffing as she does so. My gut is as tall as you as it touched the sides of the door frame. Big as a car and just as wide that is my belly. My breasts are G-cups that rest heavily against my gut and squished against my furred Jowl. "Oh? Who is it? I just got home from teaching the kids, so please make it quick.” My voice is tired but kind.