(SSBBW, Shower, Tight clothes)
Amber woke up because the morning light was streaming through the thin curtains, lapping across her face like a warm tongue. She was lying on her side, as she always did. If she lay on her back, her massive butt would cause her to arch her back excessively, making it extremely uncomfortable, and she didn’t like lying on her stomach either, since her stomach—just like her breasts—was so large that it easily cut off her breath. So the young student, weighing a good 180 kg, had no choice but to lie on her side, where all her wonderful, soft fat spilled out in every direction across the mattress. The bed frame creaked with every breath she took, a soft, metallic sigh, as if the bed itself were relieved that she was finally getting up.
Amber groaned as she sat up. The mattress gave way as if the young woman were sinking into quicksand. Still half-asleep, the student rubbed her pretty eyes with her small, chubby fingers. She glanced briefly at her cell phone, which had been lying next to her on the nightstand. She turned off the alarm, which she hadn’t needed yet again, and stood up.
First she braced her arms against the mattress, then shifted her weight. Her huge ass lifted—heavy, warm, like a wet sack full of pudding—and her cheeks slapped softly against each other. Gravity took hold immediately: everything sagged heavily and jiggled downward. A sluggish, warm pulling sensation in her breasts, stomach, and thighs. It really did get a little bit harder every day. Her ass seemed to weigh a kilo more each time, which might even be close to the truth, considering how quickly Amber had been gaining weight lately. She grinned to herself. Good. Very good, in fact.
She pulled the loose, faded T-shirt she wore at night over her head and waddled naked into the bathroom. Every step produced a soft, wet smacking sound as her thighs rubbed against each other. The floor vibrated slightly under her weight.
At the bedroom door, she encountered the first obstacle of every day. Amber turned slightly sideways as she walked through, her hips still rubbing lightly against the wood of the frame on both sides. The young woman did this quite subconsciously and didn’t really think about her steadily growing girth when she encountered hurdles—or, in her case, rather bottlenecks—in everyday life. Then came the same routine at the bathroom door. Her hips—a brief, barely noticeable resistance, a soft squeak of skin against wood, a warm pressure, and she was already inside. If she kept gaining weight at this rate, Amber would soon realize that walking through doors wouldn’t always remain so easy. Besides, her small apartment wasn’t exactly designed for someone of her size. The laundry basket on the left—her belly brushed against it, nearly tipping it over. A shelf with perfumes, shampoos, and creams on the right—her hip bumped into it, bottles clinked. If something actually fell down, it really only annoyed Amber that she had to bend over groaning to pick it up. Otherwise, she didn’t particularly mind getting wider and wider. On the contrary, she loved her soft, extremely feminine body and all her rolls of fat. When she thought about her figure, it was at most with admiration, self-confidence, or arousal, but never negatively or unhappily about her weight.
The shower stall, unfortunately, was a different story. It always annoyed Amber a little to squeeze herself in there, though she wasn’t angry at her fat body, but at the damn tiny apartment. She squeezed herself in. Her hips got stuck on the sides of the stall and bent the plastic as the young woman squeezed her massive mounds of fat through on both sides. She felt the cold tiles on the wall in front of her against her stomach and breasts as she pushed herself as far into the stall as she could. The door closed behind her only with a forceful shove, and once it was shut, her cellulite-covered ass bulged against the glass so much that it looked like it would pop right through.
She couldn’t turn around, not even a little bit. Her breasts were pressed against the wall, her nipples hard from the cold porcelain. Amber’s belly hung heavily forward, touching the entire length of the wall in front of her.
She turned on the water and enjoyed the warmth on her massive, large body, the patter on her head like a thousand tiny fingers. The water ran over her short black hair, warm, heavy, and pleasant. Then it hit her breasts, those full, sagging fat sacks with large, wide areolas. The water laboriously fought its way downward between the fat and the shower stall. Amber simply loved to shower and feel that warmth on her fat. When everything was wet and slippery and even softer than usual, she loved herself most of all. She wished she could take a bath again sometime, but her apartment didn’t have a tub, and with her buttocks, she wouldn’t have fit into any standard-sized one anyway. Maybe she’d go to a spa or a wellness center again instead, if she could find the time.
The water pooled in the deep folds of her sagging belly, flowed in little streams over the cellulite craters and shiny stretch marks, dripping from the underside like from an overloaded awning.
Finally, Amber lathered herself up thoroughly. Cramped as she was in her shower, it took some contortions, but it was still possible. The lather was thick, creamy, and smelled of vanilla and orange. Her hands glided over the rolls, under her breasts, under her belly, which she lifted with both hands, and the lather ran underneath, slippery and warm. Between her thighs—she spread them as wide as she could, which wasn’t very far—the lather disappeared into the deep, damp folds of her fupa. The water continued to pour down, hot on her back, running over her ass, between her cheeks, dripping from there in thick, foamy drops onto the floor. Everything jiggled. Everything was slippery. Everything was alive. She closed her eyes and breathed in the fragrant steam.
Finally, she had rinsed off again and carefully left the shower stall, butt first. Squeaking, her wet hip pads pressed against the plastic. The air outside was cooler, making her nipples harden again and sending goosebumps across the damp rolls of fat.
The towel was large, but not large enough. Amber rubbed dry whatever she could reach. She lifted her belly and dried the folds where the water always collected. That fat, sagging belly had become damn heavy and practically flooded Amber’s small hands with its lower roll.
When the young woman was done, she hung the towel on the hook on the wall and turned toward the mirror above the sink. She lifted her sagging belly and placed the sluggish, doughy mass of fat into the basin. Even though it was always a bit uncomfortably cold, this worked well for getting a little closer to the mirror when she put on her makeup and did her hair. Her belly rested heavily on the cold porcelain, spilling over on both sides, touching the faucets, leaving wet marks.
After her bathroom routine, Amber waddled back to her bedroom, her monstrous buttocks swaying up and down with every step.
Naked, the young woman stood in front of the large mirror on her wardrobe, as she had been so fond of doing lately, to gaze at herself at length. She had taken her glasses from her nightstand beforehand and placed them on her small, cute nose.
The pretty, soft face with the big blue eyes, the nerdy glasses—a thoroughly cute and beautiful sight. Her upper body was soft and plump but with narrow shoulders. Thick upper arms that jiggled when she moved and from which the fat hung down heavily. Lush breasts with large, wide areolas. A neat cushion that formed her upper abdomen and on which her large tits rested. And then finally the explosion starting at the waist…
Hips that were almost twice as wide as her shoulders, with deep, soft rolls that shifted over one another. An ass that jutted out behind Amber like two huge, round, warm pillows, with craters and dents that shifted with every movement. Her thighs—those damn hot thighs—touched all the way down to her fat-buried knees. Her belly hung far over her pubic mound, covering a good two-thirds of her tree-trunk thighs. The sagging, soft lower belly swayed lazily back and forth.
Amber turned slightly and gazed pensively at her profile. Everything was soft. Everything was massive. Endless rolls of stacked fat that formed her sides. An ass that jutted out so grotesquely wide and was so immense that Amber fell in love with her beautiful body anew every time she looked at it.
Everything smelled of soap and warm skin. She ran a hand over it—the skin was velvety, warm, and gave way beneath her fingers.
Then the young woman thought of Carl. Of his face yesterday, how he’d blushed, how he couldn’t look away, how his leg had been pressed against hers. She’d felt exactly how something had hardened in him when her fat had pressed him against the window. He was into it. One hundred percent. And she was going to test it out today. Amber wanted to feel him blush even more. To see if he might even put a hand on her hip. A shiver ran down the young, plus-size beauty’s back, adorned with rolls, at the thought. Carl really was cute, she thought.
With the concrete plan to seduce and turn Carl on, Amber picked out the tightest clothes her closet had to offer. The black jeans that had fit loosely just a year ago. She sat down on the bed—the bedframe groaned loudly, the mattress sagged—and pulled them first over her feet, then over her calves, then over her thighs. The fabric was already visibly struggling with all the new pounds on Amber’s beautiful legs, and every inch was a battle. Groaning and gasping, Amber got back on her feet. Then up over her butt with the pants—she had to really squeeze herself into them. Her butt bulged over the waistband, forming a juicy, soft roll. Probably the biggest muffin in the world, the fat student thought with a grin. Miraculously, the woman then managed to squeeze her sluggish, large sagging belly into the front of the jeans and actually fasten the button and zipper. Next came a bra that barely managed to cover her voluminous tits and dug deep into the fat on her shoulders and under her armpits. Next came the tight, dark gray top—she pulled it over her head, yanked it down, the fabric stretching over her breasts, over her belly, which bulged out from beneath like a plump balloon. Her nipples stood out clearly, which Amber found appropriate for the day.
She looked at herself in the large full-length mirror and turned around to examine every angle. Her ass looked as if it would rip her pants at any moment. In the front, too, it seemed as if her belly would spill out at any second, and the seams were straining menacingly. Her hips were grotesquely wide, bulging out everywhere. Massive, soft fat pushed out of her neckline, and from that, as well as her nipples, it was easy to see that none of these clothes fit Amber properly up top anymore either. Perfect!
In the kitchen, the student made herself a breakfast that would have been enough for an entire family. Four fried eggs, eight strips of bacon sizzling in the pan and filling the whole room with a greasy, salty smell. Three rolls, thickly smeared with butter and Nutella. Four croissants, which she dipped in warm milk. A huge bowl of cereal with whole milk, bananas, and nuts. Three muffins. Five sausages, which she fried in the pan until they burst.
She sat down on the small kitchen stool—which immediately sank beneath her butt. Her cheeks bulged out on both sides. Amber ate slowly, with relish, and, as with everything she did in life, took all the time she wanted. Her belly grew rounder, plumper, and noticeably harder. Her top stretched tighter and tighter; her pants creaked softly with every movement. What had already been at its limit was stretched further and further by Amber’s gluttony. When she was finished, she leaned back—the chair creaked dangerously—and stroked the hard, full belly in front of her. Amber burped softly and contentedly and felt everything inside her grow heavy and sluggish. But it was no use; her day was only just really getting started, even though she would have loved nothing more than to relax on the couch or the bed and let her food settle.
After groaning as she got up and gathered her things for college, Amber was ready to leave her apartment.
She grabbed her bag, locked the door, and walked down the stairs, not without rubbing against the doorframe again. Her hips were simply monstrously wide, and the only thing they knew was to keep growing, just like the rest of the young woman.
Every step made her belly jiggle, her thighs tremble, her butt sway. By the time she reached the front door, she was a bit out of breath, even though she’d only been going downstairs. Moving a magnificent body like Amber’s around was no easy feat.
When she reached the bus stop, she sat down on the bench, somewhat exhausted and with flushed cheeks, and waited for the 47. Amber’s massive hips spilled out on both sides, and her butt literally piled up against the backrest behind her. The seams on her thighs creaked ominously.
Amber hoped he would be there.
She hoped he would save a seat for her.
Preferably right next to him again.
So close that she could feel him.
Everywhere.