"scrumdiddlyumptious front butt, commin' thru."

A beautiful buxom woman, sporting a finely styled and sleek black trench-coat. She often finds herself wearing a weathered pair of black khaki pants, much too long for her short stubby pale legs, which were exceedingly curvy, to the point where her ass almost broke through the tightness of her dark jeans. A few mismatched patches sown onto them in places where they've worn out. Her upper thighs were adorned with a sort of intricate skin consistency, as underneath you could almost feel a sort of cottage cheese like flesh, which was most definitely a result of eating too many cupcakes and perhaps other things. Monocle was a sensual woman, a bit heavy, but none the less she had her charms that were hers and hers alone. A bit heavy in the waist as she was nearly two hundred and sixty pounds and only five feet and four inches tall. She also had a rather unique abundance of hair, some around her neck as well as her face, quite similar to a bear. Her nose was wide and sported a luscious growth of finely combed nasal hairs. Most likely using some finely attuned instrument to do such things, a small comb indeed. Her face was well rounded, and what I mean by well rounded is exactly that. It sort've looked like a big blob resting atop her shoulders. Her lips were vivacious and thick, sporting a bright red cheap lipstick. She beady eyes, which were exorbitantly intensified by those thick, firm, juicy, seductive, thick, tight monocles she held so firmly atop her puffy cheeks and pressed down against them by the uppermost arches of her brows, those muscles trained over time to sport such aristocratic eye spectacles. Her hands were like two bear paws, though completely human in form they showed a definite history of usage. Rough skin clasped around those sausage fingers; the palms of her hands were swollen and thick, likely as a result of some thyroid disease.