On Saturday morning, sunlight streamed through the bank's floor-to-ceiling windows, the air carrying a faint scent of disinfectant and the ink of banknotes. The lobby wasn't crowded, but there was still a short line. Ms. Lin stood in the middle of the line with her nineteen-year-old son Haohao, holding a passbook and ID card in her hand, mentally calculating the transfers and financial management she needed to handle today.
Behind her stood her tall son, who still carried a youthful air, while in front was a middle-aged woman with an exceptionally full figure. The woman wore a neat but noticeably tight dark-colored bank uniform; the buttons on her blouse were strained to the point of nearly bursting open by the weight of her heavy breasts, and the fabric around her waist and abdomen was stretched into a smooth, curved surface, faintly revealing the outline of her navel. Most exaggerated were her buttocks—two massive, round, heavy, and elastic mounds that seemed ready to burst through the back of her skirt. With her occasional steps, they swayed gently from side to side, the deep cleft between them so profound it could almost directly clamp onto a bank card, or even half a palm. An old-style black pager hung at her waist, swaying lightly with her movements as if about to fall off at any moment.
Haohao initially just glanced casually, but his gaze was immediately and firmly captured by those two massive buttocks. His eyes glazed over slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but lower his voice, though several people in the queue beside him still heard:
"Damn... Mom, her butt is way too big. So tight; you can even see the flesh shaking when she walks. This fabric is almost about to split."
Ms. Lin's expression changed instantly. She quickly nudged him with her elbow and warned in a lowered voice, 'Haohao! Keep your voice down! Mind your manners! This is a public place!'
Haohao shrank his neck, nodding obediently on the surface, but his eyes never left those two swaying mounds. Less than a minute later, he suddenly seemed struck by inspiration, stretched his arms out as wide as possible to the sides, and in front of the entire queue, announced in a clear, loud, completely unconcealed voice:
"I guess her butt is this wide! Maybe two people could sit on it directly, one on each side. There might even be room to tuck a thermos in the gap in the middle."
This shout directly silenced the waiting area for half a second. The air seemed to freeze. The plump woman in front clearly stiffened, her shoulders giving a slight tremble as she slowly turned her head, her gaze landing on Haohao with a mix of shame and anger. Her face was already beginning to flush, yet she still tried to maintain a professional coolness. Mrs. Lin wished she could vanish into a crack in the floor on the spot, hurriedly bowing and scraping in apology:
“I’m really sorry! This kid has no manners, please don’t take it to heart... he just can’t keep his mouth shut, please don’t mind him...”
The plump woman didn't make a sound, just gave them a cold glance before turning back around. But as she turned, those two massive buttocks, squeezed even tighter by the uniform fabric, were once again directly facing Haohao, slightly rising and falling with her gentle breaths. The cleft between them deepened and closed with her movements. The back of her skirt was pushed up high, the fabric stretched taut over the peaks of her buttocks, creating fine wrinkles, faintly revealing the marks where her panty edges dug into her flesh.
Haohao's eyes were fixed, and he added in a low voice loud enough for those nearby to hear:
"Mom, look at that curve... round and heavy, swaying apart to both sides when she walks, the slit in the middle is almost being forced open. If that were reversing, how long would the radar keep sounding? I bet the rear-view camera could directly show two little mountains."
Ms. Lin's face flushed red, and she was just about to scold him again when—
Beep... beep... beep...
The pager at my waist suddenly rang, its sound crisp and rhythmic, particularly piercing in the quiet bank. That sound was like some kind of countdown, or like some kind of danger signal.
Haohao's eyes lit up, as if finally waiting for the perfect moment, and he shouted with all his might:
“Run! She’s backing up! One reverse from that huge ass and we’ll all be sent flying! The radar’s going to start screaming!”
The entire bank instantly erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Some people doubled over laughing, clutching their stomachs unable to straighten up; others pretended to cough but their shoulders shook; even the young teller inside the counter couldn't help but lower her head and chuckle, her fingers tapping haphazardly on the keyboard. Several middle-aged men in line exchanged knowing glances, and the younger ones directly covered their mouths, roaring with laughter.
The plump woman's neck instantly flushed red to the tips of her ears, her ears burning hot. She fumbled to press the pager, those two massive buttocks swaying even more violently with her panicked movements, the fabric making faint friction sounds as it was pulled. She pressed several times before turning off the pager, turning back to glare fiercely at Haohao, her voice urgent and embarrassed. 'You... how can you say such things, child!'
Ms. Lin completely broke down, grabbing Haohao and dragging him to the very back of the line, almost fleeing to put distance between them. As Haohao was being dragged away, he didn't forget to look back and added another sentence:
"Mom, when big trucks reverse, they sound like that too. With the size of her ass, wouldn't the reversing lights flash all the way to the opposite side of the street? She'd probably need two reflective boards to be safe."
This time, Ms. Lin truly couldn't care about politeness. Only when they reached a corner did she lower her voice to scold, 'You're nineteen years old and still acting like this? Talking about someone's butt being big enough for two people to sit on, about backing up a car? Do you even care about face? That person is a decent working professional after all. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?'
Haohao looked innocent, even a bit smug: 'I'm just stating facts. Didn't you see how the uniform was stretched into shape? Take two steps and waves of flesh start rippling. When the pager beeps, my mind automatically adds a reversing camera image—two big, pale mounds backing up, the crevice between them still swaying. Mom, it's not my fault, it's that her butt has too much presence.'
Ms. Lin was both angry and helpless, ultimately having to give up on communication. She stuffed the passbook into her bag, deciding to wait for the people ahead to finish before queuing again, and to let her son cool down in the meantime. But Haohao's eyes still glanced forward from time to time, a smile he couldn't suppress hanging at the corner of his mouth.
The line slowly inched forward. The plump woman finally reached the counter. When she bent over to hand over her documents, those two massive buttocks were once again tightly constricted by the fabric, almost spilling over the edge of her skirt. Hao Hao whispered from behind: 'Look, it's even more exaggerated when she bends over... probably the shape is visible even under the counter.'
Ms. Lin pinched him hard: 'Shut up!'
After the business was handled, the fat woman took the receipt and turned to leave. As she passed Haohao, she deliberately slowed her pace a little, and those two masses of flesh swayed rhythmically from side to side with her steps, like two water-filled rubber balls. Haohao stared for two seconds and couldn’t help whispering again, “Mom, the way she walks really does look like a reverse warning. Every step is reminding the people around her—caution, massive object approaching.”
Ms. Lin was almost on the verge of collapse, pulling him quickly out of the bank. After getting into the car, Haohao couldn't help but laugh again:
"Mom, next time when we're lining up, if there's another giant one in front... I promise to keep my voice down. But about reversing the car, I really wasn't wrong. When that beeper went off, the whole atmosphere on site was instantly maxed out. Look at how happily those people were laughing."
Ms. Lin facepalmed, deciding to handle bank matters herself as much as possible in the future. But deep down, she also faintly felt that the scene just now was indeed absurdly funny—it's just that as a mother, she had to maintain a semblance of dignity.
And in the bank, for the rest of that day, the woman whose ample buttocks had been publicly commented on felt countless gazes fixed on her rear, tightly constrained by her uniform, with every step she took. When she went to the pantry for water, passing colleagues couldn't help but glance twice; washing her hands in the restroom, her rounded silhouette reflected in the mirror, she couldn't resist pressing it lightly with her hand, a mix of shame and annoyance churning inside. The pager never beeped again, yet she kept feeling the echo of those words in her ears—
“Run, she’s backing up!”
At three in the afternoon, there were even fewer people at the bank. The plump woman stood behind the counter handling documents; whenever customers came, she would unconsciously turn her body a little to avoid having her buttocks directly facing them. But the uniform was too tight, and the bigger her movements, the more those two lumps of flesh swayed. She secretly vowed to go back and make this uniform looser, or simply request a larger size.
At the same time, Ms. Lin drove Haohao back to his school dormitory. On the way, Haohao was still savoring:
"Mom, if she really backed up, what would the radar sound like? 'Beep beep beep beep' nonstop, and the screen would directly show two red warning icons. If I were driving a truck, I'd definitely detour when I saw an ass like that."
Ms. Lin finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, then immediately put on a stern face: 'You talk less. If you dare do that in public again, I really won't care about you anymore.'
Haohao chuckled, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. His mind replayed the image of those two massive buttocks tightly wrapped in fabric, that deep crevice, the scene of them shaking violently when the pager sounded. He felt today's trip to the bank was more worthwhile than any transaction.
At dusk, the bank closed for the day. The fat woman changed back into civilian clothes, and when she walked out the front door, she deliberately pulled her coat tightly closed. But when she reached the parking lot, a young security guard still glanced at her a little longer, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Her heart tightened, and she quickened her pace to get into the car. When she started the engine, that sentence flashed through her mind again: “Run, she’s backing up.”
She smiled bitterly and muttered to herself: 'Backing up is backing up... after all, this butt is my own. If others want to look, let them look.'
The car slowly reversed out of the parking space, and the reversing radar indeed beeped — beep... beep... beep...
She was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud. This time, the radar's beeping wasn't piercing; instead, it felt like some absurd echo.
And on the other side, Haohao returned to the dorm and vividly recounted today's experience to his roommates. The roommates laughed so hard they rolled on their beds, with someone slapping the table directly: 'Bro, your mouth is too savage! A reverse alarm? I want to encounter a scene like that at the bank tomorrow.'
Haohao spread his hands smugly: 'Just facts. That butt could really seat two people, go measure it if you don't believe me.'
The night is deep. Ms. Lin lies in bed, recalling the scenes from the daytime, and still can't help but smile. She knows her son's mouth is hopeless, but occasionally having such an absurd, dirty joke actually adds a bit of laughter to their mundane life.
Only next time, she really had to gag her son’s mouth in advance.
The next day, the bank operated as usual. The plump woman changed into a slightly looser uniform, but her two naturally large buttocks still stretched the fabric to its limits. Standing behind the counter, she occasionally heard her pager (actually a newly replaced phone) beep and would instinctively feel her heart race, afraid someone might suddenly shout 'Backing up!' again.
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