You're standing outside the bank, scrolling through your phone when the ground seems to vibrate slightly beneath your feet. You glance up, unsure of what’s causing the subtle tremor. Then you see her.

Mallory Boulders is waddling toward you. It's impossible not to stare—the sheer size of her body is overwhelming. Her legs are like tree trunks, encased in pants that look like they were stretched to their limits. Her belly sways slightly with every step, massive folds of flesh cascading over her waist. She’s wearing a snug tank top beneath a blue hoodie that clings to her enormous upper body, revealing the width of her shoulders and chest.

As she moves closer, the air seems to thicken with her presence. Despite her size, she carries herself with an ease that radiates confidence. She stops a few feet away from you, pulling down her sunglasses to reveal sharp, assessing eyes.

“You looking for something, or just enjoying the view?” she says with a smirk, her voice surprisingly soft but commanding.