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[COMM] Corruption Arc - Chapter 6: Luke
🕑 Added 2023-07-17 15:00:01 +0000 UTCThis was a commission from a patron! I had a ton of fun working on it. Writing a female character who is unabashedly interested in fattening up guys who probably would've been thin their whole lives if they never crossed her path was perfect to sink my teeth into. There are 9 parts total, switching from Nico's perspective to Luke's, and I'll post them here every two weeks.
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“The gym? Again?” Nico said, sounding a little disappointed as Luke hoisted his gym bag over his shoulder on his way out of the tutoring center. “You’ve really got to get out more.”
He didn’t know why, but he felt embarrassed when she said this, like he’d been caught doing something wrong. Nico had been making comments like this over the last couple weeks, and a few of the other tutors. They acted like he was an alien for working out a few times a week. He realized it was probably pretty foreign to the whole lot of them, tubby as they were, but was it really so strange? “I’m just trying to keep in shape,” he said with a light smile. She walked toward him, and he felt his breath catch a little. There was so much heft to her, and every part of her seemed to jiggle. Was she getting bigger? And why did that thought send little lighting bolts of interest through his belly?
“You’re plenty in shape. You need to have fun. It’s a Friday. Come on. I’m taking you out.” She’d grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys with a jingle. He opened his mouth to protest, but she held up a chubby finger. “Uh-uh. I’m not taking no for an answer. I’m your boss, so you have to.” At that, she gave a wide grin, soft cheeks dimpling.
He sighed like he was disappointed, but his heart was thumping hard in his chest. He hadn’t been alone with Nico outside the center since she drove him home from the party. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it constantly since. “Where are you gonna drag me to?”
“Oh, don’t get too excited on me. We’re just going to the mall.” She led him out of the tutoring center and locked the door behind them. The walk to the car was brief. Luke had never really walked anywhere with Nico, and seeing her in motion was… enlightening. Her thighs struggled to slip past one another, forcing her into a waddle that set her backside and breasts wobbling heavily from side to side. She was a little winded after just a few minutes, and he found himself entertaining lewd thoughts about what else would get her so out of breath.
Once they were seated in the car, he did his best to get a hold of himself. He felt horribly guilty, and he knew he would have to repent of all the lascivious thoughts in his mind. He felt like he was growing more sinful by the day. He’d never imagined he would be the sort of man who got engaged and then hardly ever thought of his fiancee, instead obsessing over a woman four times her size. He was sure he’d cooled his heels until he looked over and saw Nico in the driver’s seat. The steering wheel pressed a bit into her soft stomach, something he’d never even realized was possible. From the side, she looked like a stack of thick rolls: massive breasts on top of a cushion of fat belly resting on plush love handles and thighs. He regretted agreeing to go with her. He should’ve argued more. He should’ve gone to the gym. This was pure temptation. He didn’t know if he could fight it anymore. He didn’t know if he even wanted to.
Nico kept asking him questions. She wanted to check in, make sure he was doing okay. He was too distracted and disarmed by her being so close to keep things more surface-level, which he knew he probably should since she was sort of his boss. He’d been at school three months and hadn’t really made any close friends, and he’d found himself drifting away from his family and his old church friends. He’d never gotten around to finding a new church, either. He was lonely, and she was throwing him a lifeline, and he took it. So when she asked, “How are you liking your first semester?” he was honest.
“I’m… not, really,” he said, trying to tack a chuckle on that made it seem like it was no big deal. “The academic stuff is fine. Nothing I can’t handle. It’s just…”
She waited for him to finish, and when several beats passed and he remained silent, she asked, “Just what?”
“Just lonely. And weird. I don’t think I realized just how abnormal I was before this. Not even in a bad way. I just didn’t realize going to college would be like moving to a foreign country.”
That made her laugh. He felt like a fool and a cliche, but he wanted to make her laugh more. “I think we all kind of feel that way. I know I did.” He gave her a disbelieving look. “I did! I swear. I felt huge compared to everybody else on campus. I was sort of used to that in high school, but I at least had my little gaggle of fat girl friends and my family.” For some reason, Luke had never thought about Nico having a family. She seemed like she’d just appeared fully-formed one day. Gracious, a whole Nico-sized family would be a sight to see. “That’s why I put so much into the tutoring center. That was where I first started to make friends.”
Luke nodded. Nico asked if there was anything that might make him feel more at home–foodwise, specifically. Now it was his turn to laugh. “That’s one thing I don’t really miss. The food is definitely a lot better on campus than anything I ate at home.”
As she pulled into a parking spot, she said, “Well, you’re in for a treat then, because all the food in this mall blows everything on campus out of the water. There are a couple chains, but it’s mostly mom and pop shops, and it’s all really goddamn good. We can get anything you want, my treat.”
Luke felt an odd sensation in his chest at her offering to pay for him. He felt like he should be treating her, even though he couldn’t really afford it. His mother would’ve scolded him and said he wasn’t being a godly man, letting a woman buy him things. But Nico acted like it wasn’t a big deal, so even though it made him feel awkward, he didn’t protest.
Their conversation was more lighthearted after that. They walked through the mall at the pace Nico could manage, and Luke found himself having a good time. He’d never really done anything like this before. He’d been to malls, but never alone with a woman who wasn’t his mother.
They stopped at a bubble tea place first, and he tried boba for the first time. He normally wouldn’t have drunk something so sugary, but Nico was paying, and he’d made sure to only get a medium, while Nico got a large she almost needed two hands to hold. They window shopped and wandered, and Luke found himself working up an appetite. The scents wafting through the mall had a lot to do with that. Nico hadn’t been kidding: there were more places to eat in this mall than he’d ever seen before. It seemed like every third storefront sold food, and every one of them was busy. It seemed like half the campus was there, enjoying the rest of their Fridays.
Nico seemed to have tried every restaurant they passed. “That place does Georgian food, and they have this khatchapuri that is just, ugh, to die for! And then that place does Japanese street food–you know, taiyaki, okonomiyaki, different bento boxes, and I think they have dango, too, but I haven’t had them there. That place just does different flavors of momos, and then that one has the best chocolate chip cookies you will ever eat in your life.” She would pause after they’d passed a few places, asking him if any of it sounded good, but he’d keep shaking his head and ask to keep walking, seeing what else was available.
Luke was overwhelmed. He’d never even heard of a lot of this stuff, and he felt the inadequacy of his sheltered upbringing. It was a little embarrassing, if he was honest. Though, his family would’ve said this whole place was just a hotbed of gluttony and sin, bad for your soul as any whorehouse. Thinking about that made him cringe. Not very Christian of them, truthfully. He appreciated Nico’s openness and knowledge, her obvious willingness to try new things. (At least, things she could put in her mouth.) (Jeezaloo, he really had to stop thinking like that or he’d get himself in trouble.) “I’m not really sure what to pick,” he said after a while, stomach starting to rumble.
“Well, why not try a little of everything? I don’t mind getting a little something from a few different places if that’s what you’re in the mood for.”
So that’s what they did, loading up their arms with plastic bags filled with a little something from a bunch of different places: the khatchapuri, slathered with cheese and topped with egg and butter; meat pies from a little place that styled itself as an Irish pub; churros stuffed with different flavors of custard; beef and chicken gyros with extra sauce. It all seemed like way too much food to Luke, though even before they found a place to sit down Nico reassured him that they could always order another round. As they spread everything out on a table between them, the idea of getting seconds seemed so greedy. The kind of thing he would never, ever do.
Or, thought he would never do. Maybe it was just that he was having a good time, or that the food was all genuinely amazing, or Nico’s enthusiasm rubbing off on him, but he ate like he was starving. His portions disappeared quickly. He’d never eaten so fast. He’d been trained to eat slowly, chew slowly. “Gotta give your stomach time to tell your brain it’s full,” his dad had always told him. But this–he was rushing to eat like a man possessed, hardly chewing at all, just long enough to taste and savor each bite before starting on the next.
By the time it was all gone and Nico asked if he wanted anything else, he was in such a frenzy that of course he said yes. So they shared a platter of sushi–another thing Luke had never tried before–and a pile of French pastries. It wasn’t until he was eating the last chocolate croissant (was it his third? Fourth? He’d completely lost count) that it hit him how full he was. The waistband of his jeans was cutting into him, and his stomach was hard to the touch. He tried to adjust and get more comfortable and started hiccupping, which made his stomach ache even worse. Right before he started thinking about how shamefully he’d behaved and started judging himself, he looked across the table at Nico. Her hands rested atop the apex of her belly, and she was leaned back in her chair. She looked entirely at ease. She looked across the table at him, her eyes half-lidded, noticing him fidgeting. “Just relax into it,” she said, voice languid and a little sleepy. What he wouldn’t have done to crawl into bed with her for a nap right then. (Stop.) “It feels good if you don’t fight it.”
He was packed so full it was hard to breathe, hiccups still jostling his tender stomach, and he said so out loud, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. Had he really eaten that much? But he followed her lead, leaning far back in his chair, giving his gut space to swell outward. It definitely felt better, but she must’ve noticed he was still a little uncomfortable. “Unbutton your jeans,” she said. Her voice was authoritative. It felt like an order, and he found himself reaching for the button before his thoughts caught up with him.
“What? In public?” he whispered, scandalized, though his fingers itched to do what she’d said.
“I unbuttoned mine like twenty minutes ago,” she said right before she belched into her fist. (Why was that so attractive?) “See?” She hoisted up her immense belly and he caught a glimpse of the fly of her pants pushed wide, a flash of neon orange panties visible. Luke was mortified… and felt blood rushing right to his dick. She had an impish smile as she dropped her belly back into her lap, and that look sent a thrill through him. “Come on. You can do it.”
“What if someone sees?”
“No one’s gonna see. Well,” she paused, “no one but me.” Oh. Oh, she was flirting. And, god help him, he was falling for it. He reached to unbutton his pants, finding it more difficult than usual with his full stomach in the way. He felt so exposed once it was done, but the physical relief was worth it. He wished for a moment he had a belly like Nico’s, big enough to hang over the waistband of his pants and hide the button altogether, and then immediately felt weird about wanting it.
Still, mental discomfort aside, he had to admit it felt good to be this full. Not for the first time, he had to wonder how god could design him to feel pleasure from something so wrong. He had well and truly glutted himself until he couldn’t eat another bite. At home, he would’ve been shamed for such a display. In this moment, though, he couldn’t for the life of him understand why. Was it so wrong to enjoy himself? He remembered that he’d planned to spend a couple hours at the gym instead of sitting here indulging in pleasures of the flesh. He didn’t hate working out or anything, but nothing he did in the gym had ever felt as good as this. What would it be like, he wondered, to enjoy himself like this all the time?
Once they’d digested a bit, they both decided to go see a movie. It wasn’t very good, and Luke didn’t pay attention to most of it. He spent the first half of the movie hyperaware of Nico spilling over her seat onto his. They’d had to lift up the armrest between them so she could fit. Her warm, soft hip and thigh were pressed against him and with every minute that ticked by, he felt his willpower diminishing. He kept thinking about all the things he denied himself simply because he’d been told that it was good and moral and right to say “no.” He was having one of the most fun nights of his life, and all he’d done was eat some tasty food and talk to a girl with no chaperone or anyone to come between them. If everything he was doing was so terrible, why did it feel so pleasurable? Supposedly, anything that felt good was satanic somehow, but that no longer felt true to him.
He decided to test the boundaries of his dogma. God, he prayed, if what I’m doing is wrong, smite me down right here. He reached out a hand, confident as you please, and took Nico’s in his own. Her fingers were a little greasy from the buttered popcorn they’d been sharing, and her hand was soft. And he didn’t die. Nico looked at him, and he prayed again. If what I’m doing is wrong, send down a bolt of lightning. He leaned forward and kissed her. And nothing bad happened.
No, instead, he was having his first kiss in a darkened movie theater with a dream of a woman who was pulling him in closer, until he was sinking into her. She tasted salty and sweet, and he didn’t feel the least bit guilty. He could feel himself getting hard, and Nico’s hand drifted down his rounded, still-stuffed belly to the front of his jeans, giving him a squeeze that made him hiss through his teeth. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” she whispered. “Aren’t you supposed to be a good Christian boy or something?”
He’d started to pant, trying to be quiet because they were in public. “I don’t even know what that means anymore,” he told her.
They kissed a while longer, before Nico asked him if he wanted to go home with her. He said yes immediately. There was no reason to say no anymore. He was pretty sure she broke a few laws driving them back to her place. It was a little one-bedroom house not far from campus. There were multiple times during the drive where he asked himself if he knew what he was doing. If this was what he really wanted. And every time he looked over at Nico in the driver’s seat, pretty face and full chest flushed with arousal, he knew the answer was yes. Why wouldn’t this be what he wanted?
Once they got into her house, the kissing started again. He felt a little clumsy, trying to take off his clothes and help her with hers. There were multiple times when he was so blown back by her body he almost couldn’t continue. Seeing her tits in just a bra was revelatory, but once the bra was off his knees actually felt a little weak. The silvery stretch marks on her skin, the extra rolls and folds that were usually hidden by clothes that smoothed things out a little–he found himself kissing them all, because it felt right, and because he wanted to.
When they were both fully undressed and finally in her bed together, they lay beside each other for a moment, the spill of her belly resting between them. “I don’t usually fuck skinny guys,” she told him. “But the way you ate today got me really hot.”
He was confused enough to stop. “Wait, what do you mean by skinny guys?” He’d never thought of himself as skinny. The way she said it felt a little insulting.
“You know. Skinny guys. Guys who don’t have anything to grab onto.”
He felt sort of hurt by this. She wanted something he didn’t have? “I mean, it’s not like I’m that skinny. I’ve got muscle.” His tone was defensive.
She moved until she was straddling him, and he automatically reached up and grabbed at her belly, steadying them both. He couldn’t believe he was really there, sandwiched between her blubbery thighs. “Yeah, but no belly,” she said, giving the side of hers a slap. The jiggle was hypnotic.
Even though he was kneading her belly fat and relishing every moment of it, something about what she was saying was bizarre to him. He knew there were men who liked bigger women–mostly because he was one–but he’d never once heard of a woman who didn’t want a guy with abs. “Like a dad bod?”
She scoffed. “Ugh, no. Way too skinny for me.”
She leaned forward, her belly sloshing forward and resting on him, breasts falling forward towards his face. “I want a man who looks like me.” She shifted her hips, and he could feel how wet she was, his cock straining towards her entrance. “Soft.” She used a hand to guide him inside her and he gasped. No way he’d be able to ask any more questions. “With a fat belly and soft tits.” She sank down on him, inch by inch, her thighs spreading wider. He let out a whimper. “A fat ass is a nice perk, too.” She dropped her hips all the way down, taking him in completely. He wouldn’t last long. Not with her looking at him like she was going to swallow him whole, like he was a fun little toy for her to play with. She started rocking, and the friction sent him heavenward. He was losing his virginity, but it felt like ascending to another plane.
She reached up and took his face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks. “Maybe if you put on a little weight, we can do this again.”
He would do anything for her, anything she ever asked, if only he could experience this again. Logic had no place in his mind. He was surrounded on all sides by her, everything jiggling, her bed creaking as his hips rose to meet hers, matching her rhythm. He still felt achingly full, and the pressure of her on his stomach was painful and sweet. She was perfect and panting, a light sheen of sweat on her skin from the effort of holding herself up and riding him. He felt like he was losing his mind and gaining it back all at once.
When he came, he wished he’d been able to make it last longer. He felt relaxed. Blissful. She climbed off of him and he immediately missed her warmth. He started to drift off. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said playfully. “It’s my turn now, and we won’t leave this bed until I’m satisfied.”
Comments
Rowan Kind
I really do, too!
Douglas Goldstein
Oh my wow. I love this series.
