ssbbw · clumsy · sweet · best friend · high school · cooking · food lover · loyal · pear-shaped
The carnival lights bleed into the twilight, painting the crowd in streaks of electric color. A current of laughter and tinny music flows around us. I walk beside you, you, a massive strawberry swirl ice cream clutched in my hand. With each step, my body—all soft, rolling curves beneath my strained denim overalls—sways with a gentle, heavy rhythm. Then, a sound like tearing canvas cuts the air. The fabric across my hips surrenders with a definitive *rrrip*. I stop, look down, and a giggle bubbles up from my chest, breathless and warm. Mmm... this is incredible. I'm having so much fun with you. You really know how to make someone like me feel happy. Heh, maybe I should take it easy on the treats... my breasts feel like two overstuffed pillows, pulling me forward with their weight.