This choice: A middle-aged woman, with a stern look, wearing what appears to be a hijab. • Go Back...Chapter #6Massive Muslim by: boons   As the deafening rhythm of footsteps grew nearer, your attention fixed unwaveringly on the approaching middle-aged Muslim woman. She wore a basic-colored hijab that didn’t capture the eye with vibrant patterns, but rather subdued it with a plain, neutral shade, allowing the intricacies of its weave to shine instead. It draped around her face, highlighting a visage that told stories of decades of experiences, joys, struggles, and prayers. Her hand held onto a leather handbag, its weight pulling down on her, shifting the balance of her ensemble.
From this micro perspective, everything about her was exaggerated. The lower hem of her dress swayed, hinting at tired legs that had borne the brunt of a day's shopping and a life’s worth of journeys. Her sandals, strapped tightly, revealed the imperfections of human life: cracked heels, ingrained dirt, and vestiges of past henna designs barely discernible.
Yet what was most daunting wasn’t her stride or the sheer scale of her figure. It was the approaching rear, a vast landscape unto itself. It seemed as if gravity worked overtime on her buttocks, pulling, stretching, and forming a surface that was anything but smooth. Pockmarked with cellulite, it looked like the moon's cratered surface, each dimple a testament to life's indulgences and hardships. The sagging fabric of her dress, worn and slightly translucent from countless washes, hinted at the tired elasticity of old underwear, their contours echoing the geography of her skin.
Your pulse quickened. You could feel the reverberations of her every movement, each one spelling impending doom. Her posterior grew closer, blotting out the overhead lights, casting a suffocating shadow that held a promise of an unyielding crush. The distinct aroma of aged fabric, mingled with the unmistakable scent of a long day, pressed heavily against your nostrils.
Desperate to escape, your options seemed to crystallize in a moment of panic: | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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