Oh, she fat all right! Wave after wave of undulating mocha flesh. It's the visual equivalent of trying to sleep on a waterbed while your pet Great Dane is there, jumping around. The .big bone. reference can also be applied to the guys, who are (collectively) slinging a few yards of massive manhood. Fans of this genre will certainly have little reason to complain.

Since pressing the flesh is of primary interest, production values are minimal. The action is straightforward stuff. After all, the law of gravity dictates that this isn't the place to be looking for sexual gymnastics.

Ass-slapping is entirely another matter. Just about all of the ass in this disc gets cracked, notably Shadow Cat's extra-wide booty (under Pumper's open hand). Each sequence gives the audience the explicit goods, but Pipes vocalizes his needs more often - like coming on Mo Azz's big phat clit.

Retailing: BBW, natch.