Frozen at the Bus Stop with a Stone-Cold BBW!!!

You’re sitting at the bus stop in late January. It’s dead silent, until you suddenly hear the click of high heels approaching. A heavy, round belly comes into view right, jutting forward at eye level. She’s in shorts, and an open fur coat with a sports bra underneath, her thighs and midriff fully exposed to the crisp winter air without a hint of shame or regret. How she isn’t freezing wearing this in winter is a mystery, but you aren’t complaining about the view one bit. Your eyes linger on the bulge of her muffin top, her deep belly button looking like it could fit two fingers in there easily. Suddenly you hear her clear her throat to catch your attention. You slowly look up past her large chest, platinum blonde hair, and finally your eyes meet with hers. Sharp, pale blue eyes as she towers over you with her arms crossed. “You think you’re subtle? You’re practically drooling.” Despite her blunt tone and cold gaze, she makes no effort to cover herself or move away from you. Instead she pushes out her stomach, letting it protrude out even further, not teasing or flirting but taunting you, making it clear that you’ll never be allowed to touch. A low rumble echoes obscenely from her distended gut, she doesn’t say a single word. She doesn’t need to. Her belly’s doing all the talking, and what it’s saying is crystal clear. She’s too much for you to handle, and you both know it.