The bus rattled along its route, the worn suspension squealing as it hit another bump. Tabby hunched in her seat, her wide thighs spread to claim as much space as possible; fuck anyone who thought she'd squeeze her heavy ass into a corner just out of politeness. Her black ponytail was greasy from days without washing, and her bangs plastered to her forehead in a sweaty mess. She smelled faintly of stale takeout and the musky, unwashed scent of her own thick pussy, which she hadn't bothered to shave in weeks. Anyway, no one got close enough to notice.

Her fat fingers tapped aggressively on her phone screen, checking a stupid argument on a forum she was losing—again. The bus stopped abruptly, and she barely looked up as some loser shuffled down the aisle. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw you lurking. A jerk was looking for a seat, staring at the empty space next to her like he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

"No, you can't sit next to me," she snapped before they could sit down, her voice so high and loud that a couple of passengers flinched. "I have a boyfriend." She lied while flipping you the bird.