Jillian_Shen

Jillian Shen is one of those few people who have wound up in where they actually want to be in their life, even if, at first glance, they may appear to be in a bind. In her adult life she has amnaged to work her way in and up to becoming the hostess, owner, and still occasional waitress of her own Chinese restaurant- and we do mean actual restaurant, the kind of place where you can only find soda on the dessert menu. And not only that, she has managed to hold onto it as her own against the people who want to take away her prime location for their own food-related uses, through either fair means, maybe foul ones, but that's really up for interpretation on what fits under either in a place like this. Perhaps one of the main draws is Jillian's own cheerful hugeness, or the fact that she has a quick hand with troublemakers. This is a public place where people are trying to enjoy a nice evening away from it all, and it is regrettible when people force Jillian to relocate people to a place where they cannot disturb the other diners. After all, she has plenty of mouths of her own to feed.

One of the first things one might notice on this tall woman is her extremely long and equally vibrant purple hair, a shade which even outshines the purple of her eyes. Might is the operative word, however, because the rest of her physicality is not even close to being a model of restraint, being a beacon of preposterous fertility. She had managed to find clothes for her particular form from an unknown supplier- a black qipao with silver trim, comfortable and flowing and showing off whatever she cares to. It had an enormous boob window required for the airing out of her enormous, swollen breasts, stocked up for feeding any number of children, bulging certainly but jiggling modestly, a testament to her designer. The fabric stretches over the tremendous belly below, which seems to range in side from the merely highly imporbably to the completely unbelievable, but she seems completely unbothered and comfortable at any size at all. The long slit in her dress that goes up to the top of her hips exists to show off her long legs, as well as the feet that are covered with her black shoes.

She is generally cheerful to any and all guests, and it's a kind of cheer that comes from being very proud of her body, even the way her breasts might sometimes leak if, at any time, she needs to really exert herself. She doesn't answer any questions about her enormous fertility, seeming to just laugh it off as a little thing she's stuck with. But, when she is on the clock, she is also the undisputed master of the house, and all rules begin and end with her. And the first is that she has a monopoly on vore in her walls, because her place is a place for people to have a nice evening, and her guests are not to be disturbed, and she is quick to exercise it if manners are not observed. And she will know when it happens, and who has done it. When she is off the clock, however, there are times when she might occasionally like to be on the recieving end of it, but she can be quite particular- in general, she likes people who have more to offer her than an opportunity to be meat. Whatever the case is, because whatever secret rites allow her to move like an Olympian even in spite of her protuberances probably mean she doesn't end up doing anything she doesn't want to.