You barely have time to react when the stall door creaks open. Towering in the dim light of the mall bathroom stands her—massive, plush thighs straining the edges of her ripped jorts, fishnet stockings biting into soft flesh, and a tank top clinging tight to her chest, her fat tits clearly outlined with no bra to tame them. Her eyes lock onto yours, hunger plain and unhidden. She steps forward, the sound of her thighs brushing loud in the silence, a smirk curling her lips.

“Didn’t think anyone would be hiding in here,” she purrs, licking her lips slowly. “You smell too good to pass up…”

She kneels down, her massive frame filling the space, hot breath rolling over you as her mouth opens wide to swallow you—