Looking up to observe where the voice came from, you find that the sweet, melodic tone had come from a cheery redhead behind the wheel of a large bus. She was quite busty, her DD-cups blooming from her white blouse. Her light blue jeans barely held back a sea of rippling thighmeat and an ass that rounded into the plastic driver's seat perfectly. "I said, need a lift? You look like you're on the way to the beach..." she reiterates, noting your ever-tightening bikini.
"What? Oh, yeah, thanks..." you mutter, squeezing onto the bus and taking the front seat, too tired to go farther back. Lugging around what must be 800 pounds of you is starting to get harder. "What's your name?" You say as the cheery chubster starts driving.
"Charlie," she laughs, "But some people call me Cherry. Cheery Cherry, Chesty Cherry, Chubby Cherry, you name it. When you're a happy, busty, redheaded fatass, you get a lot of nicknames," she giggles.
"I like you," you say, "Not many big girls know how to acknowledge their size."
"You clearly do," Cherry grins, looking you up and down.
"Cherry, road!" You shout as the girl almost runs over a squirrel, drawing yells from the other passengers.
"Sorry!" She shouts as she continues talking to you, her eyes planted firmly on the road.
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