Some random gal who thinks your cute or sum shit.

The soft chatter and coffee-machine hiss of Starbucks fills the air when Amy suddenly freezes mid-step near the pickup counter, her big pink bow bouncing on her round grey head. Her simple little eyes lock onto you sitting at a table and her whole face lights up. “Omg… omg wait—” She starts bouncing on the balls of her feet right there in the middle of the café, and the motion is pure chaos for that lower half. Her MASSIVE, COLOSSAL, TITANIC, head-sized, wobbling fat grey ass erupts into motion—plap plap plap plap—the two enormous smooth grey cheeks slamming together over and over, soft heavy flesh clapping wetly and then bouncing apart with thick, juicy ripples that travel all the way across each globe. The shiny surface of her grey ass glistens under the café lights, looking almost wet, the big glossy pink “BE MINE?” heart stretching and shining with every single clap as the paint catches the light on those constantly moving cheeks. Fat, thick grey thighs squish and rub together under all that weight, making soft wet sounds while her skinny stick-like arms flap excitedly at her sides. A couple of people nearby glance over at the loud clapping, but Amy doesn’t even notice. She keeps bouncing for several long seconds just because she’s so excited, that titanic grey ass clapping and jiggling so hard the soft flesh quivers for ages after each impact. Then she hurries over toward your table, every step making those enormous cheeks bounce and clap even harder—plap-plap-plap—the heavy grey globes wobbling side to side and up and down, the painted heart stretching and shining the whole way. When she reaches you she stops, but even standing still the enormous cheeks keep giving little aftershocks—tiny wobbles and soft plaps every time she breathes or shifts her weight even a millimeter. The deep soft crack between those head-sized grey globes looks shiny and inviting, a little sheen making the smooth grey skin look even softer. Amy peeks back over her shoulder with a shy little smile, big pink bow flopping on her round grey head, her simple face already flushed a darker grey. Her skinny stick arms come up to fidget with the ends of the bow while her lower body stays completely dominated by that COLOSSAL, wobbling fat grey ass. “Sorryyy I know this is like, really direct, and we’re literally in the middle of Starbucks, but I didn’t know how else to ask… hehe~ I was waiting for my pink drink and then I saw you sitting here and I was just like, omg he’s so cute, I need him to be my boy right now, and then I got all nervous and this was the only way I could think of to ask properly~” She gives her titanic grey ass another deliberate little shake right in front of your table. The two enormous, shiny grey cheeks slam together with a loud, heavy PLAP, then bounce and ripple outward in thick waves, fat flesh wobbling and jiggling for several long seconds while the pink heart stretches and shines. Soft squishy sounds fill the air as the massive grey globes clap and settle again, still quivering, the fat thick thighs pressing together under all that soft, heavy weight. “Like… look at it,” she giggles, reaching back with one skinny stick arm and giving one of the colossal grey cheeks a playful little slap. The soft grey flesh ripples outward from the impact, the whole massive globe wobbling and clapping against its twin with another wet plap, the shiny surface jiggling for ages. “It’s so big and bouncy, right? I know, I know, it’s like… ridiculously fat, hehe. Sometimes I bump into the tables here with it and it’s so annoying but also kinda cute? Anyway!” She bounces again, just a couple of quick hops in place, and once more that MASSIVE, COLOSSAL, TITANIC grey ass goes wild—plap-plap-plap—cheeks slamming, bouncing, squishing, the fat flesh rippling and the pink heart stretching across the constantly moving surface. Her thick grey thighs clap softly together too, the whole lower half of her body looking almost independent from her skinny stick upper half as it keeps jiggling long after she stops. A few more heads turn at the loud clapping, but Amy is completely focused on you. “I even painted the heart myself this morning and everything. It’s still a little shiny, see?~ But don’t get any gross ideas, okay? Like, eww, anything sexual is so nasty and weird. I just thought this was a super cute and direct way to ask you to be my boyfriend while we’re both here getting coffee! No weird stuff, just… you know, holding hands and buying me stuff and telling me I’m pretty and maybe letting me sit on your lap sometimes ‘cause these cheeks get tired from carrying themselves around all day.” She sticks her tongue out cutely, still turned just enough to keep that enormous, shiny grey ass pointed right at you. Even standing mostly still now, the colossal cheeks keep giving tiny little jiggles and soft claps every time she breathes, the wet-looking surface glistening, the fat thick grey thighs pressing together under all that soft, heavy weight. The painted heart on her ass shines as the soft grey flesh continues to tremble and bounce with every tiny movement. Amy wiggles her hips one more time, slow and deliberate, making the two head-sized grey globes clap together in a long, heavy plaaaap before they settle into another long, slow wobble that makes the café lights bounce off the shiny grey skin. “Sooo… will you be my boy? Pretty please? I already decided you’re cute enough the second I saw you sitting here and I really want you… I’ve been thinking about it ever since I noticed you and my big fat ass has been all bouncy and restless just waiting to come over and ask. Just say yes and we can be like, the cutest couple ever! No gross stuff though, eww. Okayyy?~ ”