You were sitting on a chair, mindlessly staring at the stage, at a boring college event when a bubbly girl sat next to you.
Heya there! Why the long face?
Affection Points: 0/100
Mood: Excited
Stomach: 0/100 (Hungry)
Kcals: 0/1500
Craving: Sweet
Weight: 50 kgs
BMI: 22.5 Healthy
B:71.12 W:73.66 H:101.6 cms
As I sat and watched a terrible group of students putting on some kind of weird improvisational performance promoting healthy eating habits, I am jolted by the sudden greeting of a bubbly girl next to me. I have seen her around campus before but never spoken to her before now. I think she’s cute and has a nice body, but she needs bigger breasts for my liking. This performance is fucking awful, isn’t it? Healthy eating is bullshit. It’s all about eating in moderation.
Haha, yeah... that's why I haven't said anything either. Maybe we should just find something else to do? Like, uh... go get some food together? she awkwardly grins That sound good?
Yeah, sure. I say with a shrug and stand up. As we start walking I can’t help myself from checking out her body I’m Jack, by the way. There’s an Italian place near my place, makes the best pizza. It’s so greasy you can barely hold on to it, but it’s so good.
Oh, hi Jack! I'm Melissa. That sounds delicious. she grins shyly Uh, and yeah, I love greasy food too. Not like anyone else here, they keep trying to get me to eat salads and stuff... It's like eating grass!
Yeah, I can tell Melissa. You don’t get an ass like yours by eating salads. I say with a laugh, making it hard to tell if I was complimenting her or insulting her.
Hahaha, well... thank you? But I think it's just me being clumsy and stubborn. Anyway! Let's go get that pizza, shall we? she looks eagerly at the Italian place as they walk closer
As we walk into the dingy and dirty Italian restaurant I find us a table in the back and sit down. Without asking what she wants I order an extra large pizza with extra cheese, sausage, bacon, and pepperoni. After ordering I unashamedly check out Melissa’s body again, judging it against the perfect bodies the media is constantly telling me are what a woman should look like. hey, aren’t you on a team or do some kinda sports or something?
Oh yeah, I'm on the college gymnastics team! But don't tell anyone, they make fun of me about my weight all the time. she shrugs sheepishly I guess I shouldn't eat this much, but it just tastes so good and... I dunno. I can always work out more tomorrow, right?
Gymnastics!? I say in shock Aren’t you a little chubby to be doing gymnastics? with your body I would’ve thought it was softball or field hockey or something. the pizza arrives and I instantly put a few slices of the greasiest cheesiest pizza on her plate and push it towards her before I get a few slices for myself too and start eating Dig in!
Hmph, yeah... well, I've been doing it since I was little and I like it. Anyway, thanks! I can definitely handle this much pizza. she eats voraciously, enjoying the greasy goodness despite her fullness And you're right, maybe they should find someone more suitable... Oh, who am I kidding? I love doing gymnastics too much to quit!
I grin as she eats slice after slice of pizza, even faster than I’m eating it. Despite the media programming me to only be attracted to model types, seeing Melissa voraciously eating this pizza, grease all over her face, hands, and shirt, I start feeling aroused. Whenever she finishes one slice I immediately get her another one and put it in front of her yeah, fuck the rest of the gymnastics team. Show them that fat girls can do it too.
I laugh as I keep eating, fueled by the mix of greasy food and compliments. In the back of my mind, part of me wonders if this is how I should be acting with a boy for the first time... but it feels so good, and he's not judging me for my weight like everyone else does. So why stop now? Th-thank you, Jack. You're... really sweet to do this for me. her cheeks flush slightly as she continues eating, oblivious to the growing bulge in her stomach and the pearling of beads of sweat on her forehead
As I watch Melissa easily finish the last slice of pizza I’m surprised to find myself suddenly shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I stand up for a moment to straighten out my clothes when I realize I got uncomfortable because of the partial erection I got watching Melissa eat. I quickly sit down, trying to hide it and hoping she didn’t notice it. Yeah, well, everybody’s got to eat, right? I can’t believe you ate almost that whole pizza by yourself. If you don’t watch it you might burst out of your leotard at your next practice.
"Well, you know..." she says with a sheepish grin, "I've been told I have quite the appetite. But don't worry about me" she pats his hand reassuringly. "I can take care of myself." She yawns, suddenly realizing how full and tired she is from all that food. "But hey, thanks again for hangin' out with me tonight. It really meant a lot to me."
No problem, it was fun. I’ll see you around. I let her leave first, watching her fat ass as she walks away. As soon as she’s out the door I rush to the restaurant bathroom and masturbate to the thought of her, shooting a massive load into the toilet. Later that night at home I cum thinking about her two more times before finally falling asleep
"Oh... yeah, you too!" she calls over her shoulder before realizing how it might've sounded. Her face turns even redder and she bites her lip, hurrying out of the restaurant with a few more sheepish grins and waves. Back at home, Melissa sneaks into her room and kicks off her shoes; she doesn't bother undressing before collapsing onto her bed in a satisfied but exhausted heap. The sweet taste of pizza still lingers on her tongue as she drifts off to sleep, vaguely remembering Jack's handsome face and the fact that... he seemed kinda nice.
The next morning Jack woke up to his roommate shaking him and telling him his alarm had been going off for hours. Jack had overslept from his pizza coma and quickly dressed and raced out of his dorm room and off to his psychology class. As he snuck into the classroom he noticed a familiar blonde sitting in the back. Grinning, he quietly took the seat next to Melissa. “Have we always had this class together?” He whispered as he got out his books.
"I don't know... Maybe?" Melissa glances at him sideways, her cheeks faintly pink from sleepiness. "What class is this again?" She tries to keep her voice quiet and discreet as she yawns wide behind her hand. It feels kind of nice having Jack sit next to her, even though they've only met yesterday. He doesn't seem to mind how much she ate or made a fool of herself.
“Psych 101.” He answered quietly as their Professor droned on. As they sat there, both of them trying to stay awake, he couldn’t help but notice that she smelled faintly of the pizza they’d shared last night. Jack was so tired that paying attention to the teacher was pointless. He found his eyes kept drifting to Melissa’s body, not that he was trying to do it discreetly or anything. He discovered that if he looked at just the right angle he could see down her shirt a little and get a nice view of the cleavage her small breasts would make.
Melissa furtively glances down at Jack's lap, realizing he might be getting an eyeful of her chest. Her cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment as she tries to focus on the lecture. "I-I think... you can see..." She trails off, feeling increasingly self-conscious and unsure how to proceed without looking completely dumb in front of him.
Jack was completely oblivious to his teacher and anything else going on around him. He was becoming quite infatuated with Melissa. It was strange to him though, because he always preferred skinny girls with larger breasts, and as he thought about this he thought that she actually looked a little bigger than she did last night, like her belly was a little more prominent than before. He looked up at Melissa when he realized he’d been caught checking her out and looking down her shirt. He grinned slyly and confidently at her. “Yeah, I can. Is it a problem?”
Melissa feels herself blush even deeper as she meets his gaze. She isn't sure what to think; is he being flirty, teasing her? "I-I don't know... I guess not." She looks down at her lap and takes a deep breath. This was so unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Usually people make fun of her or are turned off by how much she eats. Maybe Jack is just different from everyone else, but that makes her nervous too.
“Good…” He said with a smile, enjoying that Melissa seemed so taken aback by his forward way of talking, as opposed to others who didn’t usually enjoy his honesty. It wasn’t long before class was dismissed and everyone was packing up their stuff. Another female student, whose body was slender and busty, caught his eye for a moment before he turned back to Melissa. “See, now if you didn’t eat so much I bet you could have a body like hers. Well, except breasts get smaller when you get skinny, and yours are already small. Have you ever thought about getting implants to make them bigger?”
Melissa's cheeks heat up even more at the mention of other women's bodies, but she brushes it off with a sheepish laugh. "I-I don't know... I like my body, even if it's not perfect." She glances down at her midsection and winces slightly; Jack must be able to tell that she can feel herself getting fatter since they left the restaurant last night. "Besides, I love food too much to give it up for just a smaller waistline."
She hesitates before continuing, wondering if she should share this thought with him. "And about my breasts... sometimes I do wish they were bigger..." She trails off, looking for Jack's reaction.
“Good…” He said with a smile, enjoying that Melissa seemed so taken aback by his forward way of talking, as opposed to others who didn’t usually enjoy his honesty. It wasn’t long before class was dismissed and everyone was packing up their stuff. Another female student, whose body was slender and busty, caught his eye for a moment before he turned back to Melissa. “See, now if you didn’t eat so much I bet you could have a body like hers. Well, except breasts get smaller when you get skinny, and yours are already small. Have you ever thought about getting implants to make them bigger?”
"I-I don't know... I've never really considered it before." She pauses, thinking about the idea. "What do you think, Jack? Do you like girls with bigger breasts?" Her face turns a bit red as she asks, still unsure of how to act around him but enjoying the attention nonetheless.
“Always. Give a girl some big tits and she’s an automatic 8 out of 10.” He said plainly and noticed her turning red. He liked that she seemed to not know his intentions with each comment he’d make about her or her body. He wasn’t trying to be mean, just honest. Although, like every other girl he sees, he was constantly judging and comparing her body to other girls. “Of course, you could also eat your way to bigger breasts. You know, get fatter than you are now. I don’t know if you could pull it off though. What do you think?”
"I... guess that's true..." She says hesitantly, still blushing but unable to hide the spark of interest in her eyes. The idea of getting bigger breasts without having surgery is appealing; it would be like a double win if she could manage it. "Do you really think I could gain enough weight? Without looking too fat, of course."
She furrows her brow, trying to picture herself plumper and noticing the mirror image standing next to Jack in her mind. It's an odd thought, but somehow exciting at the same time.
Hearing the sincerity of her question, Jack gets a devious idea, wondering if she’s as innocent and naive as she seems. He pulls her into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them. He takes off her backpack and stands her in the middle of the room. “If you really want my serious opinion, I need to see more of your body. Take off your shirt and pants.”
Her cheeks turn bright red at his request; she can feel her heart racing in her chest as she looks down at herself and then back up to him. Part of her wants to refuse, but there's something about the way he's looking at her that makes it impossible for her to ignore... She slowly unbuttons her shirt, revealing a black lacy bra beneath, and then hooks her fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants. With trembling hands she slides them down over her hips, stepping out of them as they pool around her feet. She stands there before him, naked from the waist down, feeling incredibly exposed yet oddly aroused. Her stomach jiggles with each movement and her breasts heave slightly with every breath, making it clear how uncomfortable she is with revealing herself in this way... but also how much she wants him to continue looking.
Jack can’t believe that she actually stripped down to her underwear in front of someone she’s barely known for 24 hours. He smiles at what he sees, although there a few more jiggly parts of her than he expected. Still, it’s enough to make his cock twitch as he approaches her. He begins inspecting her, poking and grabbing her legs and arms. When he gets to her belly he grabs her fat and moves it around a bit before doing the same to her jiggly, but surprisingly firm, ass. Next he moves to her breasts and grabs them from behind, squeezing and groping them, then pushing up her cleavage to simulate what she might look like with bigger ones. All the while the feel of her body and the lingering scent of pizza from last nights dinner is making him more aroused and he can feel his semi hard cock pressing against her body.
Her heart races as she feels Jack's hands on her, inspecting every inch of her body. The combination of his touch and the power he seems to have over her makes her shiver with excitement... and something else entirely. It's a strange mix of fear and desire that she can't quite place. She tries not to think about why this feels so good, or where it might be leading, instead focusing on the sensations washing over her skin at every touch.
He can feel the heat coming from her body as he continues his examination, resisting the urge to bend her over and start fucking her senseless. He gives her small breasts one more quick squeeze and he slaps her ass before stepping away from her, his erection obvious which he makes no effort to hide this time. He looks at her with a sly grin. “You’re a little fatter than I expected, but I say go for it. Let’s make those tits bigger.”
Her heart races as she looks up at him, still breathless from his touch. The weight of his gaze makes it impossible for her to look away. "Really?" She asks softly, barely above a whisper. Part of her knows that he's just teasing and doesn't actually mean anything by it... but another part can't help but hope that maybe there's more to it than that.
She takes a small step closer to him, feeling bolder now that she's exposed herself like this. "I-I want them to be bigger too..." Her voice trails off, her fingers nervously twisting together as she waits for his reaction.
“Good. Every woman should have big breasts, especially a big chubby girl like yourself. Best case scenario, you get amazing tits and your body proportions are finally where they should be. Worst case scenario, you get super fat and you develop an eating disorder. Let’s hope for the first one.” He said with a grin as he grabs something out of his bag. He turns around and holds out a foil package. “Here. This was supposed to be my lunch, but lets get you started on those new tits.” He opens the foil and inside is a footlong chili cheese hot dog. Something about the aroma and Melissa standing there in her underwear makes his cock twitch and harden even more.
Melissa looks down at the footlong hot dog in his hand, then back up to him with wide, hopeful eyes. The thought of eating something like that sends a shiver down her spine, but at the same time... it feels almost wrong not to take it from him. She takes a tentative step closer, reaching out and carefully taking the hot dog from his hands. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.
Carefully avoiding eye contact with Jack, she takes a small bite of the hot dog, feeling the grease and spices coat her tongue. The heat spreads through her body as she chews, making it impossible for her not to feel aroused. She forces herself to swallow, knowing that there's much more to go. With each bite, she feels a strange mix of pleasure and guilt, as if she's doing something naughty yet liberating at the same time.
Jack sees something change in her as she begins eating. It’s almost hypnotizing for him to watch her. His erection has turned into a raging throbbing cock and he can’t stop himself from what he’s about to do. He moves closer to her and grabs her ass, pulling her against him, his cock pushing hard against her thighs, and he kisses her before she takes another bite. He can still taste the chili cheese dog as his tongue slides inside her mouth.
A surprised gasp escapes her lips at the sudden contact; his kiss feels warm and firm against hers, unyielding despite her hesitation. Her hands find their way to his shoulders as she tries to steady herself, leaning into him even more. The taste of the hot dog on his tongue mingles with the flavor of her own lips and mouth, sending a wave of heat through her body that has nothing to do with what's in her stomach.
Her mind is a blur of sensation; the feel of Jack's hardness pressed against her, the taste of him on her tongue... she tries desperately not to think about where any of this might be leading, only wanting to focus on the moment and how good it feels. She parts her lips slightly wider, inviting him deeper into her mouth as their tongues dance together, a dance that speaks volumes despite the silence between them.
Jack’s hands start exploring her body, but not like his inspection before. This time there’s more need, more groping, and more exploring of areas he didn’t explore before. The longer they kiss the more he grinds his crotch against her. But, at the same time, he finds himself slowly losing interest, at one point he grabbed her small breasts and let out a slight sound of disappointment simply because they are small. It’s then that he realized that it was the combination of Melissa and food that turned him on, and right now she no longer tastes like the chili cheese dog. He wondered if she noticed this too.
The sensations overwhelm her as he continues to kiss her and touch her; his hands find their way down to her chest, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. She arches into his touch, moaning softly against his lips. The heat between her legs grows stronger with every brush of his fingers against her skin, and she can feel herself becoming wet with desire.
As he pulls away slightly, leaving just enough space to sigh hot air across her neck and nipples, she whimpers in protest, wanting him closer still.
Looking briefly to the ground he sees the last few bits of chili cheese dog that she didn’t finish before he kissed her. Not wanting to lose out on what might be his only chance at fucking Melissa and also exploring a new fetish, he grabs the hot dog off the dirty floor and shoves it in her mouth. “There you go… now that’s fucking sexy for a chubby girl like you” he immediately went back to her body, this time bending her backwards onto a desk and yanking off her panties and burying his tongue in her soaked cunt.
Her moans echo through the room as he takes her roughly, filling her with his tongue. Her body arches off the desk, seeking more contact with him, and her fingers clutch at the desktop below, digging into the cheap laminate. The feel of him inside her, so rough yet so intimate, is unlike anything she's ever experienced before; it's exhilarating and addictive.
She can barely catch her breath as he devours her, driving her wild with need. Her hips buck up against his face, pressing him deeper into her folds, and she cries out his name in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Every touch sends shockwaves through her body, making her shudder and writhe beneath him.
Her orgasm pushes him to the edge and finally takes what he wanted sine last night at dinner with her. In one quick motion he is standing over her body laying on top of the desk, and with another quick motion he is pushing his cock balls deep inside of her. He pulls back and slams his cock roughly inside of her over and over again. He looks down on her, her jiggly parts bouncing all around like any other fat girls’ would. That and seeing globs of chili and mustard around her mouth and on her chest just arouses him more.
Her cries echo through the empty classroom as he takes her with rough abandon, his thrusts hard and unrelenting. She clings to him, her fingernails digging into his back as she arches toward each powerful stroke. Every time he slams into her, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, the chills intensify, spreading outward in waves of delight.
Her hips buck up against his, urging him deeper still, seeking that elusive release that seems forever on the horizon. His harsh grunts fill her ears as he pounds into her, each one sending another shockwave through her body. It's almost too much to bear, this overwhelming sensation of pleasure and pain intertwined, but she doesn't want it to end.
“I bet you’d fuck anyone for a free meal, wouldn’t you, fatty?” He said as he continued his relentless assault on her soaked pussy. He couldn’t believe he was having sex with a fat girl. He had never been attracted to one before now, and every other girl he had been intimate with before was skinny with big breasts and Melissa was the opposite with her small breasts and curvy figure, but he fucked them the same way. The skinny girls he fucked hard and rough because they were almost always fake bitches who needed to learn a lesson, but with Melissa it was just fun to see her body jiggle and see how far he could push her.
Her breath comes in short gasps between words as she manages to croak out a reply, "I-I'd fuck you for another hot dog." Her body quivers beneath him with every powerful thrust, the intensity of her pleasure overwhelming any shame or self-consciousness she might have felt before. She arches into his touch, her fingers digging deeper into the desk as she tries to steady herself against the onslaught of sensation.
Her hips begin moving in rhythm with his, her moans growing louder and more urgent. She's close now, so close... just a little bit further... His fingers dig into her shoulders, holding her tightly against him as he takes her harder than ever before. It's everything she could have hoped for, and then some; her body gives way to the pleasure, surrendering completely to his dominance. With a gasp and shudder, she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm crashing through her in
As her orgasm rips through her body, Jack approaches his own orgasm. Not wanting to get her pregnant, and wanting to exert more control over her, he pulls his cock out of her dripping pussy and positions his cock over her face as globs of thick white cum explode it bro her face.
Her body shudders with every hot jet of cum that splatters across her face and chin, the salty tang mixing with the flavor of chili still coating her tongue. Her lips part, eager for more as she sucks in a deep breath through her nose, eyes closed tightly. She had never experienced anything like this before; so forbidden and thrilling all at once.
As he pulls back, she looks up at him, her cheeks flushed and lips glistening with his seed. For a moment, they stare into each other's eyes, the connection between them almost tangible. And then, like a punch to the gut, reality sets in; they can't be doing this... not here... not now.
“Holy fucking hell that was good!” Jack said with a big grin on his face as he sat down to rest for a moment. It’s true, there was a connection between them, and Jack certainly didn’t understand it, but whatever it was jack was going to keep her around. “You kept up better than some of the gym sluts I’ve been with.”
Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as she wipes her face clean with the back of her hand. "It was... unexpected," she says quietly, still trying to process everything that's happened. She glances around the room, looking for anything they might have missed before anyone comes in. Her heart races at the thought of getting caught.
Her eyes meet his again and something unspoken passes between them; a silent agreement to keep this secret. "We should probably... clean up," she says hesitantly, reaching down to pull her underwear up over her hips.
“ Yeah, probably.” Jack replied with a grin as he began getting dressed too. He liked that she was confused and unsure about what just happened. He always found that the best relationships were loosely defined. Right now, he had no intention of letting Melissa out of his life because she intrigued him. She wasn’t his usual type, and he’d never been turned on watching someone eat before, so he wants to explore her as much as he can. Once they were both dressed and they wiped their cum off the desk, Jack noticed it was time for lunch. He turned to Melissa with a grin. “Want to grab some lunch together? You know, if you think you can behave yourself this time?”
Her lips quirk into a small smile as she looks up at him. "I promise I'll be good," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. There's an undeniable spark of excitement in her eyes, and despite the lingering awkwardness between them, there's also a hint of anticipation. She nods in agreement when he suggests grabbing lunch together; this time, perhaps with a different dynamic. "Yeah," she says slowly, "lunch would be good."
Melissa hesitates before saying anything else, unsure of how to broach the subject. But after a moment's thought, she decides honesty is the best policy. "Jack? I want to thank you for... everything that happened back there," she says quietly, looking down at her feet as she speaks. "It was insane and amazing, and I know it might not make sense, but... I think I kind of liked it." Her cheeks flush hotter as the words tumble out of her mouth; admitting this aloud feels like a betrayal against everything she's ever known about herself.
There's a long silence before he finally speaks. "I liked it too," Jack says with a shrug, grinning mischievously. "And I don't see any reason why we can't do it again sometime." He winks at her, and she feels a thrill run through her at his words. Maybe there's hope for this after
Once they get to the cafeteria, they have a few options in front of them. There’s a salad bar, a sub shop, a sushi bar, and a fast food place. Jack heads straight to the fast food place and orders a burger combo with an orange soda.
Her stomach growls at the sight of the burgers and fries, and she nods in agreement when Jack orders his meal. "I'll have the same," she says with a smile, feeling more comfortable around him now than she did before their little adventure back in the classroom. They find a table and sit down together, side by side. Melissa can't help but wonder what this all means for them... and if they're going to do anything else like that again.
“Good girl.” He said as she placed her order and giving her a quick spank on her ass. “If we’re going to give you some decent tits, this is a good first step. You gotta pack on the empty calories.” When they sit down to eat, Jack only takes a few bites before he is once again transfixed by the way Melissa eats, like she’s eating the greatest food she’s ever eaten. He feels his arousal for her growing rapidly, but knows the cafeteria is too public to do anything like they did before.
Her cheeks flush as he playfully spanks her ass, heat pooling low in her stomach. She looks over at him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction to their little encounter earlier. It's obvious that he enjoyed it too... but how much of this is just about food and control? Part of her wants to believe that there might be something more to it than that. As they continue eating, she finds herself growing increasingly nervous beneath his intense gaze; the way he watches her eat feels almost possessive.
“Be right back.” Jack said with a grin as he got up from the table. As he walked over to the fast food counter he couldn’t help but feel a certain thrill with Melissa. He’d never been with someone like her before. Someone so compliant with almost anything he suggested. He had never felt like he could control someone before, but here he was with Melissa and she is completely willing to change her body just because he wants her to have bigger breasts. When he got back to the table he was carrying a bottle of barbecue sauce and put some on his food then set it down for Melissa to use. “Barbecue sauce makes everything better. My dad used to make his own and no one loved it as much as my older sister. She’d put so much on her food we’d almost have to hose her off to get her clean.”
Melissa listens with interest as he tells his story about his father and sister, nodding along but mostly distracted by the bottle of barbecue sauce he's set down in front of her. It's not until after he finishes speaking that she registers what he's done; he wants her to use it on her food just like he does. She hesitates for a moment, wondering if this is some kind of test or another way for him to exert control over her.
Eventually, she decides to go along with it. Taking the bottle in one hand, she unscrews the cap and carefully drizzles some sauce onto her burger. As she does so, she can feel his gaze on her; hot and intense, like a brand burning into her skin. She wonders what he's thinking, what he wants from her now...and if there will be more tests like this one.
“You and my sister are complete opposites.” Jack continued as he watched Melissa use the barbecue sauce too. “She was the skinny loner goth chick and you’re all bright and bubbly, and not even a little skinny, but you both love to eat.” The way Jack spoke about his sister made it clear he admired her and loved her very much, but there was also something else, an almost deviant look in his eyes, as he spoke about her that was similar to the way he would look at Melissa as she would eat her food.
She glances up from her burger at his mention of his sister, taking in the affectionate way he speaks about her despite the contrasting description of her appearance. There's something strange yet intriguing about that connection; like a dark secret shared between them. She swallows hard before replying, "I bet your sister is really missed."
The comment hangs in the air for a moment, and she can feel his eyes boring into her once more. It's unnerving at first but somehow also thrilling; she feels like they share some kind of twisted understanding now, born out of this strange encounter over food and control. She wonders what else there could be between them, if anything beyond the surface-level interactions they've shared so far.
“Yeah, I do miss her. Haven’t seen or spoken to her since…” Jack trails off for a moment, briefly reliving a moment he wasn’t proud of but also had no control over before continuing. “…well it’s been a while is all.” He finished his food and then quickly changed the subject as he stood to leave. “Anyway, I gotta run. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
"Okay... me too," she says slowly, her voice soft and uncertain. As he walks away, she watches him go with an odd mixture of desire and apprehension twisting in her stomach. She doesn't know what this all means for them, or where it could lead, but one thing is certain: she wants more.
As the cafeteria begins to empty out around her, Melissa can't help but wonder if Jack feels the same way. The thought both excites and terrifies her; the idea that someone like him - so confident and in control - might actually be drawn to someone like her... it makes her feel powerful in a way she never has before.
She takes another bite of her burger, savoring the familiar taste of greasy fries and barbecue sauce, as she tries to piece together what this all means for their relationship - if it can even be called that yet. Either way, one thing is certain: she'll be thinking about
As Jack fell asleep that night he could only think of two things- one was Melissa and the other was his older sister. He hadn’t really thought about her for years, not consciously anyway. Any therapist worth a damn could easily tell that his obsession with fucking skinny busty women, just like his sister was, was not just because of the influence of the media. Restless for hours, Jack finally decided to masturbate to a flurry of images of Melissa and even a few of his sister before he finally fell asleep.
Melissa tossed and turned in her bed that night, her thoughts consumed by images of Jack, their encounter in the classroom, and his mention of his sister. It all seemed so strange and yet oddly enticing; like she was playing a role in some twisted game neither of them fully understood. Despite her restlessness, she found herself growing increasingly aroused as well, clenching her fist beneath the covers as she relived their intimate moments over and over again in her mind.
Eventually exhaustion won out, claiming her for a few fitful hours of restless sleep, filled with dreams both vivid and strange; dreams where she was both Jack's sister and his lover, caught between worlds as their forbidden desires spiraled out of control. When morning finally came, she rose from her bed, feeling more confused than ever before but unable to deny the pull she felt toward him; a connection stronger than anything she'd ever known.
The next morning was finally a weekend and a day without classes. Jack awoke to his dorm roommate smoking so much weed that he could barely see the door, nor could he resist when his roommate offered to share with him. After a while Jack stumbled out of his dorm room and was thoroughly stoned. His stomach growled and so he went to the cafeteria, grabbed enough breakfast sandwiches to feed the the basketball team, and found a quiet corner to eat.
As she makes her way through the cafeteria in search of something to eat, Melissa can't help but notice a familiar figure sitting in a quiet corner; it's Jack, his eyes barely open as he struggles with what must be a massive munchies attack. With a small smile playing on her lips, she approaches his table and clears her throat to get his attention.
"Hey... you might want to save some of those for later," she says teasingly, gesturing toward the towering pile of breakfast sandwiches before sitting down across from him. "I mean, you don't want to get too stoned that we can't explore your new plan for my body any further..." Her voice trails off seductively as their eyes meet, and she feels a thrill course through her at the thought of what they might get up to today.
“It’s all part of the plan.” He replied with a full mouth and a smile. He pushes the pile of breakfast sandwiches to her. “Eat up.” He said with a wink as he tore off a bite of his bacon sandwich. He was happy to see Melissa so early in the day, and even happier that she brought up the topic of her body. Not that he needed any excuse to check her out but it was nice to have one as his eyes scanned her up and down. “How much do you weigh? When was the last time you weighed yourself?”
Her cheeks flush at his comments, but she meets his gaze defiantly. "Um... I don't know, exactly," she admits, a little uncomfortable with the topic. It's true that her body weight has always been something of a sore spot for her; she isn't as skinny as some girls would like to be, and not as curvy as others aspire to. But with Jack, she feels strangely at ease discussing it, perhaps because he seems genuinely interested in helping her change rather than simply criticizing her flaws.
"I usually weigh myself once a week," she continues, "but I haven't had a chance since Monday." She pauses for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you want me to go now and... um... check?" Her heart races at the thought of undressing in front of him again; despite their previous encounter, it still feels taboo and exciting all at once.
“Yeah, let’s go!” Jack replies quickly, and with perhaps a bit more excitement than he normally might because of how stoned he is. He grabs a breakfast sandwich and follows Melissa as they walk back to her dorm room. He makes no attempt to hide his attempts to check out her ass as they walk.
Embarrassed but eager to please him, Melissa leads the way to her dorm room and over to the scale in her bathroom. Once they're alone, she steps onto it nervously, her heart racing as the number appears on the screen: 140 pounds. She quickly glances up at Jack, unsure of what he might think about this. "I should probably lose some weight, huh?" she asks quietly, feeling suddenly self-conscious again. "What do you suggest I do?" Her cheeks flush with the implication that he might have more ideas than just joining the gym.
“I mean, probably yeah” he says with a shrug. “But for a chunky girl like you, you’ve got options.” Jack stands up and walks her over to the mirror. Without hesitation or permission he effortlessly pulls off her shirt and tosses it behind him. He moves behind her and motions to her chest. “See, this is your problem. Your breasts are way too small for these hips and this ass. I mean sure, you could drop 30 pounds, but that doesn’t fix these.” He grabs her breasts and begins groping them and trying to push them together. “We gotta get you some nice tits, enough to give a decent titjob anyway.”
Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her and pulls off her shirt. She leans back against him, feeling the heat of his body press against hers. His hands on her breasts are surprisingly gentle; it's almost like he knows how sensitive they are despite their small size.
"They aren't... that small," she protests weakly, staring at her reflection in the mirror as he continues to touch her. "But... if you think bigger tits will help..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought aloud. A thrill runs through her at the idea of having bigger breasts; it feels so decadent and forbidden somehow, like they'll belong to him alone once he's done making her over in his image.
Her nipples harden under his touch, pressing against her cotton bra despite its thickness. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations as they wash over her; it feels so good to be
“Yeah, they are that small. Trust me. Bigger is better.” Jack says confidently as he continues groping her body. He can feel her hardening nipples beneath his fingers and the arousal emanating from her body. He can feel himself getting aroused and his groping becomes more intentional and he starts exploring beyond her breasts. Eventually he wraps a hand around her soft belly and pushes her growing erection against her while his other hand easily slips inside her pants and under her panties.
"B- bigger?" she stammers, her voice barely audible above the thundering pulse in her ears. His touch makes it impossible to think clearly; her body feels impossibly alive and hot as he explores her, his touch possessive and confident. As he pushes against her erection, a moan escapes her throat before she can stop it, followed by a shudder that runs through her from head to toe. She arches into him, eager for more of his touch, wanting to feel the weight of his body on hers as he claims her entirely.
Jack can feel the soft folds of her labia slick with her arousal, making it easy for him to slip several fingers inside of her. He begins sliding them in and out of her wet pussy, grinding his cock harder against her body. His mouth finds her neck and he begins aggressively kissing and biting at her neck.
With each thrust of his fingers inside her, Melissa's breath comes faster and deeper; her back arches further, pressing her chest against the mirror as she closes her eyes and revels in the forbidden pleasure spreading through her body like wildfire. The sensation is almost painfully intense, but she doesn't want it to stop; she wants him to touch her everywhere, claim every inch of her skin until they both burn up from this all-consuming need. Her fists clench at her sides, fighting for purchase as she gasps his name and rockets over the edge into a shattering orgasm.
Her body convulses violently around his fingers as she cries out, unable to contain the raw emotion coursing through her veins. For one brief moment, it's as if the world falls away, leaving only Jack and their shared desire; an unspoken understanding that this is what they want, need even, even though they know it goes against everything they'
Jack revels in how easily he brought Melissa to orgasm, savoring his control over her while also being irresistibly drawn to her in some way he couldn’t figure out yet. It could be the control, the way her personality, certainly not her chubby body, reminds him of his sister, or even their obsession with food. For now though, Jack was focused solely on getting himself off now that Melissa had an orgasm of her own. He tossed her down on to her bed and within seconds his body hovered over hers and his cock was buried as deep as it could be into her drenched pussy.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper into her; her eyes flutter shut and her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she tries to anchor herself to him, to feel every last inch of him filling her up. The sensation is so intense it borders on painful, but somehow that only makes it better; it feels like they're becoming one, merging together beneath the weight of their mutual desire.
Jack continued his relentless thrusting of his cock pushing as deep inside of her as he could go. Her ragged gasps only intensified his thrusting and it wasn’t very long before he felt his cock fervently twitching seconds before he let out a guttural moan and his orgasm erupted inside of her. There was so much of his cum inside of her that he could feel it oozing out of her pussy, squeezing out around his cock still deep inside of her and sliding down their legs.
Her whole body trembles as he comes inside her, his hot seed filling her up and spilling over the edges; she feels so full and used, yet strangely content at the same time. As their breathing begins to slow, she opens her eyes to see him gazing down at her with an expression of raw desire etched into every feature of his face.
A shiver runs down her spine, a mix of fear and anticipation curling deep within her core. "What do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely, feeling like she's teetering on the edge of some dark, forbidden secret that they both know could consume them if they let it.
He smirks at her question and answers with his actions. He lets his semi erect cock slip out of her, his cum gushing out of her as it does, and he maneuvers himself in a way that he pushes his cum covered cock into her mouth. He quickly gets on top of her and positions them into a 69 position. With him on top she has no choice but to have his cock in her mouth. He lowers his head and his tongue quickly finds her engorged clit.
Her mouth is filled with the taste of him as he thrusts his cock between her lips, forcing her to take more and more of him deeper down her throat. Her hands clutch at his hips, her nails digging into his flesh as she feels him begin to stir inside her once again. His tongue expertly laps at her sensitive bud, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body; it's almost too much to bear and she moans around his shaft, arching her back in invitation for more.
She feels like they're locked together now, bound by their desire and the strange connection that ties them together in this twisted game of dominance and submission. It's a heady mix of fear and pleasure; she doesn't know where it will lead or what he expects from her next, but one thing is certain: she won't be able to resist whatever comes next as long as it means feeling this alive beneath him.
He moans as he feels her mouth working over his cock, slick with a mix of their cum. His tongue flicks and laps furiously at her clit before he lowers his head more and buries his tongue into her messy cunt. The taste of his own cum mixed with her juices flowing out of her and into his mouth fuels that primal desire once more as he lets his hips drop lower, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth and against the back of her throat over and over again.
Her body shudders with pleasure as he thrusts his tongue deeper into her, hitting that spot deep inside that always drives her wild. She can feel him building up speed and power beneath her, the muscles in his hips flexing with each stroke of his cock against her throat, sending fresh waves of ecstasy crashing through her. Her grip tightens on his hips, almost painfully so, as she moans around his length, encouraging him to go faster and harder.
Her orgasm builds rapidly, threatening to tear her apart at the seams, and finally it crashes over her in a blinding wave of release, her mouth filling with the sweet taste of their combined juices as she comes hard, shuddering beneath his touch. She gasps for air, feeling drained but somehow more alive than ever before; filled with an urgent need to explore every inch of this twisted, thrilling new world Jack has opened up for her.