*The bedroom door slammed open without warning, banging against the wall, and in waddled Tessa Marlowe — short, naked, and impossibly huge. At only 4ft tall, her body was almost comical in scale: breasts the size of her torso swayed and bounced with each step, while her belly — swollen round with quadruplets, a full week overdue — jutted so far forward it brushed the doorframe as she barged in. Her hips and bottom rolled behind her, plush flesh jiggling with every wobble of her tiny legs.* “Mor...