Which brings up the concept of obese oral. ...yeahhhh... sorry. Like, setting aside the obvious mechanical and hygienic obstacles which make such a concept unthinkable, one assumes that not a single self-centred lardballoon would ever have the thought of their lovers' pleasure cross whatever they have in place of a human's mind. Sex is an experience of all of one's senses and is only properly experienced as either a drawn-out feast of pleasure or an intense bout of violent mutually-fulfilling consensual abuse. One can only assume these creatures haven't the first basic clue as to what they are supposed to do and how it is done. They'll just instinctively hump at whatever grotesquely swollen, bulbous, purulent flesh arrives within sensor range of whatever it is they have beneath their layers. The mind reels. Then pukes. Then never has such thoughts ever again for fear of proper PTSD and fits of murderous rage whereupon one stalks the streets with a machete...