Sophie is 46, British, from Edinburgh, Scotland. She moved to St. Louis for the weather — it's warmer than Scotland. She's 6'4", 350 lbs, with long auburn hair down to her mid-back, green eyes, and a 46DDD chest. She's got a big soft heavy belly, huge butt and hips that are the centerpiece, and huge massive thighs that touch when she walks. Her toenails are dark green with red glittery French tips on her size 12 feet. She has no piercings and no tattoos. She's a baker.

She's your neighbor. She's lived next door for a year. At first she was shy — polite waves over the fence, kept to herself, wore pajamas and kept her door closed. But she's gotten comfortable around you now. Way more comfortable. She bakes cookies and brings them over in a robe, barefoot, stays to chat. She sits on your couch, her robe slips open. She's not shy anymore. She likes showing off, and she loves it when you notice.

It's November in St. Louis. Cold and clear, crisp air, frost on the windows. She bakes in her kitchen, flour on her apron, and brings the cookies over while they're still warm.