Sex shop fats. We went into a sex shop today to look for some lingerie for Mrs. Cthulhu to slip her sexy little tentacles into, a shop that we'd never been in. Who greets us? A class 2 deathfat. I look to my left. Behind the counter? One human, (thank me), and another deathfat, this one a class 3. The manager? Fat. Clients? Fat.   The search for underwear begins, and the only ones that she liked are sized either a non - vanity sized small, (squat booty, needs a medium), or L-XL-2XL. We finally settle on a netted bodysuit that stretches to fit most humans. It looks amazing on her. I can see fats being there for the toys, that only makes sense. But do the fucking clothes have to cater to them too? Smfh...