(SSBBW, Tight Space)
Carl was tired and a little frozen when he got on the bus that late afternoon. The lecture had dragged on, the cafeteria had been crowded, and now he just wanted to get back to his apartment in the student district, put his feet up, cook something, and maybe continue working on his term paper. Line 47 was usually only half full at this time of day: enough people that it didn't look empty, but rarely so crowded that you had to stand.
He got on at the front, scanned his university card at the reader, which as always gave him a free ride, and let his gaze wander around the interior. Unusually crowded this afternoon.
All the double seats seemed to be occupied, not just by people, but also by their countless bags and backpacks. But there was still a double seat free at the very back. Carl sighed with relief. He walked quickly down the aisle, past the chatting passengers, and finally plopped down into the empty seat.
He was just about to take his cell phone out of his jacket pocket when the bus stopped again at the stop in front of the campus. The doors hissed, cold air rushed in—and with it a woman whom Carl noticed immediately because it seemed as if she almost filled the bus by herself when she got on.
She wasn't tall, maybe 5'5", with short black hair that fell just above her ears and large, dark glasses behind which alert, curious eyes peered out. At first glance, she seemed to Carl like the classic shy nerd. But what really struck him, even before he could think about her pretty face, was her figure. He hadn't thought it was possible to be so distinctly pear-shaped. Her upper body was soft but not particularly wide—a thick but still relatively normal silhouette. Fat on her upper arms stretched the fabric of her hoodie at the sleeves, and a decent pair of breasts jiggled in front of her. But below the waist, her figure literally exploded.
Her hips, which had somehow squeezed through the bus door, were enormous. Not just “wide,” but downright monstrous, almost cartoonish. Under her skin-tight leggings, you could see the outlines of incredibly powerful, massive thighs—thighs that looked more like two tree trunks standing side by side. Countless rolls and folds were clearly visible under the fabric, and you could see that her knees were already buried in fat. Everything on these legs and hips was covered in cellulite dimples, really deep craters between the wobbly rolls of saddle bags. Carl could see all this from a distance, so clearly was this young, pretty woman marked by her extreme obesity. With every step, fabric shifted over fabric, and she had to squeeze her legs together to move forward at all. The area next to the driver was visibly narrow for her, and she waddled carefully so as not to bump into anyone. When the fat pear began to cross, she turned sideways, because she would never have fit between the seats head-on. On both sides, she would have bumped into the people sitting there with a good 15 cm of hip fat. But even this way, it wasn't exactly easy for the fat woman to waddle forward. The enormous ass she carried behind her, matching her colossal hips, also brushed against every backrest or handrail as the massive beauty pushed her way past. With each of her heavy steps, the enormous buttocks behind her swayed like a waterbed, almost hypnotizing. On top of that, a sluggish potbelly was stuffed into her overstretched leggings and covered a good third of her tree trunk thighs. With this belly, she brushed against every single one of the passengers in front of her, some of whom seemed less than thrilled to have these soft masses of fat pushed against them.
Carl caught himself holding his breath for a moment. Not out of shock, but rather out of surprise. She was obviously a woman who normally needed two seats, at least if she intended to settle her enormous, jiggling buttocks somewhere even halfway comfortably. Unfortunately, this bus only had one single seat left, right next to him, as he now realized.
The woman looked around the bus several times and also realized that she could only sit next to Carl. She didn't seem to mind bumping into seats with her immense curves or pressing against other passengers with her pot belly. She also didn't seem to be embarrassed in any way, as one might expect from other overweight people in such situations.
With her pretty blue eyes behind thick glasses, she smiled at Carl. No shyness and no shame. Then she continued down the aisle, waddling forward.
When the fat woman reached the young student, she pointed to the empty seat next to him. She didn't seem to care that she was practically pressing her monster ass into the face of an older woman on the other side.
“Uh... is this seat free?” she asked kindly, but slightly out of breath.
Carl immediately sat up a little straighter. “Yes, of course! Just a moment.” He pushed his bag from his lap to the floor and tried to turn as far to the side as possible. She smiled gratefully at him and adjusted her glasses. Then she began to prepare to sit down, because there was no other way to describe it. Like a bull in a china shop, she waddled on the spot, her fat spilling over the seat backs, backpacks, and people.
Then she lowered herself carefully. It was immediately clear that this was not going to be a “loose” fit. Her hips took up more space than this seat could accommodate. As she sat down, Carl felt her thigh—warm, heavy, yielding—press against his. Even more, his leg was virtually overwhelmed by her soft hip fat as she settled down. Like rising dough, the student was overwhelmed by the enormous mass of her buttocks. On the other side, the fat of her thick buttocks spilled over the seat, taking up half the entire aisle. He also observed with amazement how high the young woman sat, as she had so much padding under her due to her enormous buttocks. Stretching the fabric of her hoodie, her breasts and belly bulged forward as she sat, almost covering her entire legs. The lower part of her sluggish belly seemed to be about to burst out of her leggings, while it was about to reach the backrest in front of her.
“Oh man... sorry,” she muttered quietly, but at the same time, without looking, as if it were automatic and not really important to her whether her fat was pressing the man next to her against the bus window, and she adjusted the hoodie that stretched over her huge belly.
“It's okay,” Carl said, trying to make himself a little narrower—which was rather symbolic, since he was already pressed against the outer edge of his seat. He felt warm from the sensation of her huge hips against his body, and a joyful shiver ran down his spine when his hand briefly brushed the stacked rolls of fat on the young woman's side.
The bus turned the corner, she slid slightly, and Carl was pressed a little more against the window. She noticed, but didn't seem to connect it with the fact that she was taking up so much space.
She looked at Carl and her gaze wandered up and down him with a smile.
“I hope it's okay that I'm sitting here?”
“Really, it's okay,” he said, and he meant it. Somehow, the situation was cramped, but not uncomfortable. On the contrary, there was even a little fireworks display going off in Carl's mind. She had such an open manner, as if she didn't care at all about the mass she carried with her and the problems that came with it, or the disapproving looks from other people.
She took a deep breath, seemingly glad that her tree trunk legs no longer had to bear her weight, and then looked at Carl.
“I'm Amber,” she said. “I think I saw you on campus today.”
Carl blinked in surprise. “Really? I'm Carl. I'm studying literature and a bit of sociology on the side,” he gushed, his cheeks slightly reddened.
“Oh, nice,” said Amber. Up close, she looked younger than he had first thought. Maybe only 23 or 24. But fatter than three ordinary women of that age.
“I just enrolled recently. I'm going to study media studies. And... believe me, the enrollment line was hell. Standing there for so long, ugh.”
She giggled and seemed amused when he chuckled too.
“Of course, there are always a lot of people walking around, but I'm pretty sure I saw you there sometime last week,” she pondered, eyeing Carl with a smile.
As the two looked at each other, her fat swayed with every turn and everything on Amber jiggled like pudding at the slightest bump in the road.
“Could very well be. Then welcome to the chaos,” Carl said with a grin. “You're starting in the winter semester?”
Amber nodded. As she spoke, her shoulders moved, and her hips a little too, and each time Carl noticed how it pressed him even harder into the seat. One could really see how much volume she had down below – it was as if Amber's body had decided to store everything there. Gigantic hips that protruded over the seat like two wide cushions, and underneath them, those incredibly thick legs, which spread even wider when she sat down.
“I don't live in the city yet,” she continued. “I just came today to take care of the formalities and now I'm going back. But I have to find a shared apartment later. Are you also heading towards the student district?”
“Yes, exactly. Two stops to go.” He pointed roughly ahead, even though you couldn't see anything from here. “Turn onto Unistraße, then left, that's where I live.”
“Perfect. Then I know I'm on the right bus.” She grinned again. It was a very uncomplicated grin that didn't require much thought.
“So am I,” Carl said without thinking. Heat rose to his face as he wondered how Amber might interpret the sentence.
“That's true,” Amber replied, stretching out the words and grinning. When the bus passed a manhole cover, her body bounced slightly—which Carl felt immediately because her hip pushed him a little further toward the window.
“So,” she said after a moment, “you've been at university for a while?”
“In my fifth semester now.”
“Oh, a pro.”
“Well, I don't really feel like one.”
She grinned. “Then you can probably tell me which seminars to avoid.”
“Depends if you like sitting in dusty rooms at 8 a.m.”
“Definitely not.”
“Then cross everything before 10 off,” Carl said seriously. “And if the name ‘Hansen’ comes up anywhere, only go if you can get last year's slides. I mean, I don't know much about your degree program, but I have a whole list of professors you should really avoid.”
Amber nodded as if she would really remember that. It was basically just trivial small talk, but both of them had sensed a hint of flirtation in the air earlier. With a cute, chubby little hand, Amber brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear.
"Good to know. I also have to find out how much time the trip here takes. If it's already this crowded... I hope the bus isn't even fuller in winter.“
”Oh yes,“ said Carl. ”It's worse in winter. Nobody wants to walk.“
”Well, screw it,“ she muttered. ”Maybe you can save me a seat in the future?"
Amber's eyes lit up meaningfully.
The bus passed its penultimate stop. When some people had to squeeze past Amber's overhanging ass, she didn't seem to care in the slightest. She was apparently unaware of how much space she was taking up, and even if she was, she didn't give a damn.
It was already getting dark outside, and the streetlights were reflected in the windows. Inside, it was warm, maybe a little too warm when sitting so close together. Amber placed her hands on her massive thighs. Her lower body was truly gigantic—her hips literally spilled over the edge of the seat or, on the other side, over Carl, and her thighs pressed so tightly together that there was no space between them. Amber would probably have filled a triple seat completely.
“I'd love to do that,” Carl said, somewhat surprised but also with a hint of excitement in his voice.
Amber responded with a beaming smile.