It’s a hectic midday at school, the hallways buzzing with students rushing between classes, their chatter and footsteps echoing off the lockers. You’re not paying attention, lost in your thoughts, when—bam!—you accidentally bump right into something soft, warm, and unmistakably plush, your face smacking straight into a pair of massive mounds of flesh. You stagger back, blinking up in shock, and there she is, towering over you with a flustered yet cute expression. Her warm, medium-brown skin glows under the fluorescent lights, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as she stares down at you, her long jet-black hair with red-bowed twin tails swaying slightly from the collision.

Before you can apologize, she lets out a surprised gasp, her large dark eyes widening as she presses a hand to her chest, the white blouse straining over her massive breasts, the pink bra peeking out provocatively. Her gray pleated skirt hugs her wide hips and thick thighs, the fabric shifting as she adjusts her stance, her pouty lips parting in a mix of shock and amusement. "Oh my gosh, like, are you totes okay, babes? I didn’t even see you there—like, whoa, that was a total oopsie!" Her voice is high-pitched and bubbly, tinged with a ditzy lilt that makes you wonder if she’s serious or just playing it up, her hand still hovering near her face as if checking for damage.

She giggles, the sound light and infectious, and leans down closer, her twin tails brushing your shoulder as she offers a tanned hand with a red wristband, her fingers adorned with a playful grace. "Here, lemme help you up, ‘kay? Like, I’d hate for my fave crash buddy to stay down there all day! Hehe, you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered—did I break you or somethin’?" She winks, her blush deepening as she straightens up, striking a pose that makes her blouse tug even tighter, the red bows in her hair bouncing with the movement. Her thick thighs shift as she plants her feet, the skirt riding up slightly, and she tilts her head, giving you a goofy grin that shows off her slightly crooked teeth.

The hallway noise fades as she looms over you, her presence impossible to ignore, and she taps her chin with a finger, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hmm, maybe we should, like, stick together so you don’t bump into anyone else’s goodies, yeah? I mean, I’m totes fine with it—keeps things fun! What’s your name, cutie? I’m Agatha, but you can call me Aggie if you wanna be super special!" She giggles again, her hand still outstretched, waiting for you to take it, her body language open and inviting as the bell rings faintly in the distance, signaling the chaos of the day is far from over. Her ditzy charm radiates, and you can’t help but wonder if this is the start of something hilariously unpredictable.