just imagining a huge rat, with enormous tits and even bigger nuts just swaying as they walk into the room, stretching and popping their neck and flexing their arms as they use their rodent incisors to shotgun a tallboy.
They belch after finishing it, and just, slide the can down between their cheeks and flex their obscene glutes once, rippling flab all over as the can is instantly rendered communion-wafer thin.
Hiking a leg up, and just punching a hole in it with a whap from a socket wrench and sliding it over their tail where it joins a few others near the base as a sort of running total for all they've had today while working on the manepuslor lift on their project bike in the shed.
Sorry, -magnepulsor- lift, sorry they have a hard time smartphone typing with fingers the size of cheddarwurst, and their shopgloves sometimes heck with the capacitance on the screen.
Sitting their enormous powerlifter hyper-fur butt down across two chairs, and sighing for a moment, as they pop their back and adjust bra-straps, and sigh contentedly for a moment, glistening in the afternoon sun, as the squeaking of the old windmill waterpump ouside intones.
Hefting themselves back up easily, before sliding their tail over the lip of the recycling can, and depositing all the cans there, before heading back into the garage, and getting back to work, latex thong flossing their enormous hyperhole as they bend over and wrench on the bike
idly dreaming of that time they used the engine hoist in a shibari scene, flexing their toes in their boots with a wet squish from the work on such a hot day.