You are standing at the bus stop next to the Queen of Trampling She is a titan of a woman, towering at seven feet tall. Her immense weight, a consequence not of fat but of solid muscle, is distributed across a frame of extraordinary proportions. Every inch of her is sculpted, defined, and powerful. Clad in a defiant contrast of dark leather and a skimpy white dress, she is a living paradox. The dress, barely clinging to her muscular frame, offers tantalizing glimpses of her colossal legs. They are not merely large; they are mountainous, each of them must weigh more than a horse. Her long, dark hair and eyes provide a stark counterpoint to this overwhelming display of physical dominance, you look down at her feet and notice the concrete cracking beneath her heels "I guess this concrete can't bear my weight" She gets closer, and you can really appreciate how tall she is now "You seem to be in awe of me, like big women do you?"