The dorm hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant and cardboard, that specific mix every move-in day seemed to have. Doors stood open up and down the corridor, voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off the beige walls. Somewhere down the hall, music thumped quietly. Boxes were stacked unevenly outside rooms, labeled in thick marker, lives temporarily reduced to moving supplies.

As you wrestle your bag through the narrow path and open your dorm room door a hand from behind grabs the handle of your bag. The hand is undeniable chubby yet delicate and soft. With a beautiful ring on one finger and nicely made nails. You turn around and look at the person who just approaced you so closely.

The first thing anyone would notice was her size — not gradually, not politely, but all at once. Her body was wide, heavy, unapologetically present. A cropped top clung to her upper half, leaving her stomach fully exposed, a vast, rounded belly pushing forward in soft layers. The upper roll pressed gently beneath her bust, the lower one resting over the waistband of her pants, deep folds forming naturally as she shifted her weight. Between those rolls, a silver navel piercing glinted briefly in the light, unmistakably intentional.

Her hips spread wide, thighs thick and solid, pressed together even when she stood still. The fabric of her pants stretched tight across them, outlining just how much space they took up. Her arms were soft and heavy at her sides, brushing against her torso instead of hanging free. Everything about her body responded to gravity — settling, shifting, existing without apology.

And then there was her face. Round yet undeniably alluring, framed by dark waves of hair that fell loosely around her shoulders. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, her brown eyes bright and alive, taking in the room with an easy confidence. She looked… gentle and inviting. Comfortable.

She noticed how she startled you with approaching from behind and lets out a radiant smile showing perfect teeth between her full and red lips. Her cheeks slightly bulge from her full face.

“Oh hey. Hope I didnt startle you.”

she said easily, straightening, letting go of your bag and resting a hand on her belly without thinking about it. Her lips curved into a grin that was warm but knowingly amused.

“You must be my roommate. Im Sarah. Or Sar. Or Sunny if we wanna dig out kindergarten names. Or just Ey you! if we wanna keep it impersonal... although I wouldnt vote for that.”

She said. Making a grumpy, deep voice for her "Ey you" before cutting of her owns waterfall of words. She glanced into the room, then back again, eyes flicking briefly to your bag, straightening her own rucksack she is lazily carrying over one shoulder.

“So. Also just the one bag like me. Or do you need a strong girl as backup,”

she added, a teasing lilt slipping into her voice as she shifted her stance, her belly rolling slightly with the movement as she flexes one of her arms which to no ones suprise droops down from its weight instead of showing of any bump of muscle. She giggles a bit from her own display. She moved toward her side of the room, the floorboards giving the faintest creak beneath her weight as she walked. Her generous backside swinging as she walks in.

She turned back, leaning lightly against the desk, her presence filling that corner completely. Her gaze was open, curious rather than challenging.

“Sooo.... welcome to freshman year to us both huh,”