(SSBBW, Feeding)
Amber waddled slowly and deliberately across the campus’s large main square. A woman of her stature always had that sedate, waddling gait, with wide, sweeping arm movements and swaying hips and buttocks. The afternoon sun bathed everything in a warm, golden light and accentuated every soft contour of her body. With every step, her immense weight shifted into a constant, flowing motion. Amber’s monstrous thighs, so thick that they pressed tightly together, forced her to take a wide stride and swing one leg powerfully past the other. The soft fat on the insides of her thighs pressed against each other, rolling and shifting into thick folds as they somehow made room for one another. Amber’s hips, which were considerably wider than her shoulders and thus created that fantastic pear shape, swung powerfully with every step, causing her entire, expansive lower body to sway in a broad, rocking motion. Her huge potbelly swayed heavily and sluggishly back and forth, pressing against the already tightly stretched fabric of her tight jeans and causing the zipper to strain menacingly with every movement. Particularly striking were Amber’s buttocks, two massive, round cushions of soft fat and full of cellulite dimples, which jiggled noticeably up and down with every step.
Amber’s entire body seemed to be in a kind of constant, hypnotic motion. Her thick upper arms jiggled slightly along with her steps. Wonderful, full breasts pressed against the tight top and bounced gently along. Her belly sloshed back and forth, the rolls on her hips deforming with every shift of weight. Despite the obvious effort that walking required for a woman of her weight, Amber had a satisfied smile on her lips. She was enjoying the feel of her own body—how everything was soft, warm, and feminine. How every movement set her fat masses in motion. Everything about her was just so sexy and heavy and incredibly cute, but even more than Amber liked herself, it turned her on to have met someone who was just as into her jiggly fat.
Finally, she reached an empty bench at the edge of the square, half in the shade of a tree. As she sat down, her massive ass spread out over almost the entire seat. The two massive cheeks bulged far out to both sides, almost reaching the edges. The incredibly large fat pads pressed outwards, soft and heavy, taking up almost the entire bench. Amber’s sagging belly rested heavily on her widely spread thighs, which took up even more space even while she was sitting. It also hung down slightly between her monster thighs, but the very tight jeans kept the sluggishly flowing apron-like belly somewhat in shape and in place. Already, the young, fat woman was looking forward to getting rid of all those constricting clothes back home.
Amber leaned back and felt her fat spreading even further everywhere. She pulled out her smartphone and began scrolling through her social media feeds, lost in thought. Every now and then she brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear or adjusted her large glasses, while her free hand occasionally stroked her plump belly absentmindedly. Even though she was still pretty full from the meal in the cafeteria, the Fat Girl’s appetite was already returning, even though her stomach wasn’t growling yet. You didn’t become so grotesquely overweight and fat-laden unless you were completely dependent on and addicted to food.
It didn’t take long before her phone vibrated. Carl had written: “Lecture finally over! I’m on my way to the main building now. Where exactly are you?”
Amber grinned widely and her blue eyes lit up. No doubt she’d already developed a bit of a crush on the young fellow student if a mere message from him was already making her heart race like that. She quickly typed back: “Great! I’m sitting on the bench right in front of the main building, waiting for you. You’ll find me.”
His reply came just two seconds later: “That shouldn’t be hard—after all, you’re impossible to miss.”
Amber laughed softly and wrote back: “True. But I only catch the eye of real men with good taste. The others just stare stupidly.”
Carl replied promptly: “Then I guess I’m just the right guy. Because you’re exactly my type.”
Amber felt a warm, excited tingle deep in her stomach. She playfully bit her lower lip and typed with a cheeky grin: “Are you sure? You haven’t really gotten a taste of me yet…”
She sent the message and leaned back, her heart beating a little faster. Carl was really cute—a mix of shyness and obvious interest that made flirting with him something special. The fat pear imagined how he would come over soon, how his gaze would wander over her body again. As she waited, she ran both hands over her full, round belly, which was still nice and firm from the hearty breakfast and the cafeteria meal. It was a wonderful feeling beneath her spongy fat, to feel that firmness that told her she would once again turn a ton of extra calories into new fat.
The minutes passed, and Amber enjoyed the warm sun on her skin. Then she saw him. Carl was crossing the square with quick but not too hurried steps. He spotted her immediately, raised his hand in greeting, and smiled broadly. When he stood before her, he briefly looked her up and down—a gaze full of admiration and slight embarrassment that sent a pleasant tingle down Amber’s spine. In the past, she had hated it when others looked at her that way. Most of the time, those had probably been disparaging glances. But since the young woman had become more self-confident and more than just at peace with her body, she had learned to recognize which glances from others had that special something. Something that appreciated her entire mass, her femininity, and her fullness above all else. More than that, in such glances there was something that evaluated and appraised her fat, but in a purely positive sense. And Carl was something very special in that regard. Being looked at like that by him sent a warm, pleasant shiver coursing through Amber’s overflowing curves. All that echoed in the plus-size woman’s mind was: Yes, take a good, close look at all of this. It could be yours if you want it to be.
“Hey, Amber,” he said, a little out of breath. “There you are. Everything okay so far today?”
“Sure, everything’s cool. The lecture was okay, I guess, but you can’t really say much about it after just one day.”
Amber looked up at him, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses. “Hmm… Want to come over to my place today? We could spend the rest of the day together.”
Carl blinked in surprise. The invitation was so direct and to the point. For a moment he seemed overwhelmed by her openness, but then an enthusiastic, almost incredulous smile spread across his face. “Yeah! I’d love to. That would be great.”
“Perfect!” said Amber, groaning as she pushed herself up from the bench. Her massive ass lifted heavily off the seat, the cheeks jiggling briefly as she finally stood. Together they made their way to the bus stop. Amber waddled alongside him, her body mass in constant, gentle motion.
“Let’s go. I want to get home and out of these clothes, and besides, I’m getting hungry again.”
On the bus, the familiar ritual repeated itself. Amber squeezed sideways through the narrow aisle, her enormous hips brushing against the seat backs, and her belly pressing lightly against the shoulders of some seated passengers or the seat backs. Carl walked behind her, watching every single movement closely—how her huge ass swayed back and forth as she waddled past, how her thighs had to be pushed past each other. How much fat, like pudding, jiggled on those thighs. It was a real visual feast for him to experience her so intensely and up close again.
When Amber finally plopped down next to him on the double seat, her warm, soft thigh immediately pressed tightly against his. The flesh of her hips spilled over the young man and pushed him gently but firmly against the window. Carl took a deep breath and savored the heavy, yielding sensation just as he had on previous occasions. A ride like this could simply last forever, if it were up to him.
During the ride, they chatted animatedly about their day and their respective fields of study. Amber recounted in detail her media studies lecture, how dry the professor had been, and how she’d been thinking of Carl the whole time instead. A blush rose to the young man’s face as he heard this, and he couldn’t suppress a grin. It was incredible how open this woman was.
“I want to get a car soon,” Carl said at some point, looking directly at Amber. Those eyes behind the big glasses, in that cute, round face, were simply to die for. “Then I won’t have to rely on the bus anymore. We could carpool—just you and me. I mean, I’d give you a ride whenever you want.”
Amber’s eyes lit up. She smiled radiantly. “That would be really nice. Very nice, in fact. I’d be thrilled.”
With a lot of wiggling and wobbling, she shifted her position and moved even closer to Carl. With a seductive look, she gazed into his eyes and said, “Even though we haven’t been sitting next to each other on the bus for very long, I’ve of course hoped we could enjoy this for a long time to come, but riding in the car with you, all alone and private and undisturbed…that wouldn’t be bad either. “I just hope you’ll get a car that…is roomy enough for this.” The chubby girl placed a hand on her hip and wiggled it around.
Carl was speechless and just stared at Amber. His mind seemed to briefly shut down with happiness.
“Uh…sure. Don’t worry about that,” he finally managed to say, laughing sheepishly.
They got off at Amber’s stop. The rest of the way to her apartment led through a quiet, tree-lined student neighborhood. Amber waddled alongside him, her ass jiggling violently and swaying noticeably up and down with every step. Amber’s pace slowed as they walked further; her face flushed, and her panting grew more intense. This walk was truly no longer reasonable for such a fat-fed beauty, especially since she stored all that wonderful, picture-perfect fat in her swollen tree-trunk legs. Carl kept casting furtive but admiring glances her way.
“Should we order something to eat when we get there?” Amber asked after a while, suppressing her labored panting. Out of consideration for the overweight woman, Carl had been walking more slowly all along.
“Sure!” he replied immediately. “But I’m treating you—no arguments.”
In his mind, he kept wondering what they would actually do at her place. Was this already a real date? The situation felt exciting, a little unreal, but very promising.
Once they arrived at Amber’s small apartment, the overweight woman immediately let herself fall heavily onto the couch.
“Sorry. Oh man, I’m really exhausted. Walking this way to the bus twice a day is just hell.”
Carl sat down on a chair across from her. The atmosphere was relaxed, almost intimate, and not the usual kind of awkward silence you get on first dates or meetings.
“What should we order?” Amber finally asked, holding up her phone.
“You decide,” Carl said straight away. “Just order whatever you feel like, and I’ll cover the bill.”
Amber grinned cheekily, leaned forward slightly, and slapped her plump, round belly with her flat hand. The soft fat jiggled visibly beneath her tight top. “I’m pretty hungry today, though. Just wanted to warn you.”
Carl smiled enthusiastically and nodded. “Then order enough to really fill you up. I mean it—take whatever you want!”
Amber’s eyes sparkled with joy. She grinned even wider and asked with feigned innocence: “Are you really serious? That could be dangerous, you know. It’s not that easy to fill me up. I can eat quite a lot.”
She opened the app for a good pizzeria nearby and placed a generous order: three large servings of pasta with extra cheese and creamy sauce, a 11-inch pepperoni pizza also with extra cheese, a 8-inch Margherita pizza, a large mixed salad with dressing, a serving of crispy pizza rolls with garlic butter, and two servings of tiramisu for dessert. As she typed, she said with a smile: “You got me hooked on it when you fed me that tiramisu in the cafeteria. That was… really nice. That was actually really, really nice. That was also damn sweet of you and… hot”
She put her phone away, leaned forward a little more so that her stomach rested heavily on her thighs, and looked at him seductively. Her blue eyes sparkled behind her glasses. “Would you maybe like to do that again?”
The question hung heavy and inviting in the air, full of innuendo but also an unmistakable invitation for more. Amber waited eagerly for his reaction, her voluptuous body spreading out relaxed on the couch as she looked at Carl with a warm, inviting smile. Carl looked as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right now. His brain was probably still trying to figure out if this was all real or if he had died and perhaps ended up in heaven.
But before he could say anything, Amber groaned as she got up and walked past him toward her bedroom.
“I’ll get us something to drink in a minute, but first… I’m going to quickly change into something more comfortable.”