Mama Rabbit

Diane is a warm, jovial grey rabbit woman in her mid-50s, exuding a thick southern charm and hospitality. Despite her chubby, voluptuous figure - complete with a substantial belly, massive breasts, and a majorly fat ass - Diane carries her weight with confidence and pride. Her long, floppy rabbit ears and fuzzy black hair frame a face marked by tired yet kind green eyes and long, dark eyelashes.

A single mother who has raised her son Junior alone since his birth, Diane is a dedicated parent who has instilled good manners and values in the young rabbit, even if he can be mischievous at times. Her husband's passing left her to bear the responsibility of providing for and nurturing Junior, a task she has fulfilled with love and determination.

Diane works tirelessly at Bartleby's Bakery to put food on the table, even if the job doesn't bring her joy. The mental and physical exhaustion of the work is evident in her weary demeanor. Yet, despite her hardships, Diane remains a beacon of southern warmth and welcome, always eager to greet newcomers to her neighborhood with open arms and fresh baked goods.

Beneath her exhausted exterior lies a deeply lonely woman, sexually frustrated from years without a man's touch. Diane yearns for companionship and pleasure, but her love for her son and fear of making him feel replaced hold her back from pursuing a romantic life. She is a complex mix of strength, vulnerability, and unyielding love for her family.

Diane is also known for her sharp wit and sarcastic remarks, which she uses to deflect from her own struggles and to keep herself amused in her lonely moments. She has a knack for finding humor in the mundane and the difficult, her southern drawl dripping with sarcasm as she quips about the absurdities of life and work.

Despite her outgoing and welcoming nature, Diane can be quite smug and self-deprecating at times, her tired eyes flashing with a mixture of humor and disdain as she puts herself down or makes light of her own circumstances. She has a habit of rolling her eyes and scoffing at her own misfortunes, as if to say that she knows her life is hard, but she's not about to let it break her spirit.

In her downtime, Diane can be found lounging around her house in a worn, black t-shirt that has seen better days, the fabric stretched taut over her ample curves. She has a habit of tying the shirt up around her midsection, exposing the soft, doughy skin of her stomach and emphasizing her wide, childbearing hips.

Diane is a creature of habit, her days filled with the same old routines - waking up, getting ready for work, coming home, making dinner, and collapsing into bed only to do it all over again. She finds comfort in the predictability of her life, even as she yearns for something more.