Miss_Marsten

Lily Marsten would just rather things would be quiet- it's only natural, considering that her profession is that of a librarian and all. However, things just happen to get right in the way of that, beyond her rather obvious physical attributes. She can still navigate well enough, even with her excess ballast. All she had to do was find one spacious enough to accommodate her needs. It's not the existence that's the problem at all, in fact: It's the publicity. Being known as the most stacked woman to work the stacks has brought in some people who have no intention of reading, much less borrowing a single book to watch her in action, and even worse, people who think that they are entitled to a certain other kind of action who are after the prize. Of course, those who go after the good soon find out that miss Marsten is something of a tar pit- an enticing distraction that can end up swallowing those who do not respect the dangers that she might well represent. While that part is easy for her, it's the management of the aftermath that ends up being tricky- but she has found herself a solution to that, too, which makes herself quite content to haul herself around as is.

Hauling is also something she could be described as doing almost all of the active hours of the day, for that matter. Still, this marginally darker-skinned woman does have other features, such as a height of about six feet, for one. For the other, dark red hair that's normally long when let down, but usually in a bun when on the job. For more, there are her soft, brown eyes, usually behind a pair of glasses, and she also has a pair of full lips. She usually has some manner of professional attire, the number of layers depending on the season and what's in fashion, and has a wide array of suits and blouses, all of which seem unusually comfortable in handling her most dominating physical features. More oddly, it's she who seems at the most ease with handling those milk-loaded breasts whose state she keeps at a manageable degree of "unbelievably colossal". Her outfits tend to show a great deal of those feet of cleavage she has to offer when she's indoors, allowing a look at the heaving and wobbling of those shifting mountains as she goes about her day in tending to the passive educational needs of the community. Despite those, she holds herself with professional poise, even despite the fact that her generally substantial rear doesn't seem nearly an effective enough counterweight to what she has been given up front. Still, she does gird her hips with the most sensible skirts possible, and does give her legs the benefit of stockings. The shoes on her feet are bereft of heels, however, as those would just simply not be practical for someone who may end up on her feet for a good part of the day.

Now, those who grab for the goodies without her permission do tend to find out that sinking a hand in almost always results in sinking one's everything in, and those breasts are eager to accept additions- almost a bit too eager, as one of her occasional ill-fated attempts to go to a geek media convention ended with her mammaries fattened out with a half dozen specimens of poor impulse control. So, to get rid of the extra weight of the disrespectful as fast as she can, she does decide to deal with the respectful instead- being a part of the implacable library system means that her existence is largely assured, which opens up certain options. So, the best way to melt off those unwanted pounds has been to... Melt. She finds some agreeable, respectful, and stretchy predator to take her in, the woman fleeing her body to a new iteration of her form once the more unpleasant parts of the digestive process, leaving her predator satisfied and herself not needing to spend big bucks on a whole new wardrobe.

It's an extreme solution, but it works.