But, what could he do? Vicky had destroyed his relationship with the team, thoroughly kicked him out of the “in” crowd, and demolished any circle of friends that remained. Any clique that Vicky hadn’t kicked him out of, his own past bullying and arrogance had already disqualified him from. Except the burnouts, but he wasn’t THAT desperate yet.
So, Myra and Norm didn’t become an official couple. At least, not right away, and not intentionally. It took weeks of Myra gently prodding Norm towards food and away from his broken life before Norm finally found himself open to her advances. So complete was Myra’s subversion of Norm’s will that by the time they finally slept together, Norm believed with all his heart that it was HIS idea.
Once the moment came, when Norm’s mighty member pierced Myra’s tight, virgin pussy, the floodgates opened and Myra made her next move.
After they had screwed around a few times, Myra began to “casually”, “accidentally” leave her browser open to fat fetish websites while she would go to shower up afterwards. She was taking a gamble- if Norm had an adverse reaction now, he could go nuts and try to lose his weight, or even worse, call her a freak and blame her for enabling him. He wouldn’t necessarily be wrong there, Myra had thought to herself and winced. Still, this was what she had wanted, ever since she laid eyes on Norm changing through his bedroom window in the tree across the street. So many of her dreams had come true already- Norm was her boyfriend, Vicky was out of the picture, he was gaining weight like it was going out of style, and, perhaps most importantly, she had felt him move inside her. She could die happy now- might as well grab life by the junk and see where it took her.
Norm refused to take the bait at first. Rather than rifle through her things, he’d simply flip through his phone or munch on leftover pizza as Myra went into her bathroom and pretended to shower. He’s just… sitting there! Myra fumed. He’s not trying to get into my phone, or look at my computer, or rifle through my underwear drawer… honestly, men just have NO sense of romance at all. The next time, Myra took no chances, proudly displaying her wallpaper of fat men from her favorite fat man/skinny woman hentai while she strode into the bathroom. Peeking under the door, she did the best she could to gauge Norm’s reaction.
Well, he saw it, she thought, as booming footsteps led him closer to the monitor. He’s not recoiling in disgust. That’s a good sign! A small “Pffft” emerged from the room, as Norm looked the monitor over. “Some chicks are really into this crazy shit, huh?” Norm chuckled. “Still… that dude’s rocking that big dick energy. Fatty’s really giving it to that girl.”
Myra’s heart lept into her throat when Norm began to massage his own stomach. “No wonder Myra started showing interest when I got kicked off the team. She was probably turned on by this fucking thing!”
Seconds that felt like centuries passed as Myra waited to hear the next stop in Norm’s train of thought. “Well… shit, she likes it, she buys the food, food is good, sex is good… eh, what the hell!” Norm cackled, giving his stomach a jiggle. “If my baby wants a belly, she can have it!”
It took all of Myra’s concentration not to come again right there on the cold tile floor. Every wet dream, every secret fantasy she’d been nursing, had come true before her eyes. Norm calling her his “baby”. Norm not just accepting, but embracing his gut.
She couldn’t take it any longer. The door swung open, steam billowing out, as she crawled towards Norm like a lioness rather than a mouse. Norm, in a state of surprise, offered no resistance when Myra pushed him onto the bed, and moved on top of him to go another round.
Before, Myra had qualified their sessions as “making love”. There was nothing lovely about the dirty, dirty acts that followed when Myra left her bathroom.
That night, Myra and Norm fucked. Raw, filthy, fucked. Steamy, sweaty, fucked.
As Myra laid beside Norm, both of them barely grasping onto consciousness, Myra thanked God that her parents were out of town on a business trip. She thanked God for giving her the perfect boyfriend. She thanked God for making all her dreams come true. She thanked God for giving her the stamina to fuck her boyfriend so hard he passed out. She thanked God for making her boyfriend such a sexual stallion that she would never sit the same way again.
And then, as she laid there, drenched in sweat and fluids, she wondered. But what else can I get away with?
Vicky, for one thing, was still a bitch with power. Power that she had used to hurt Myra’s sweet, perfect Normikins. And the shallow bastards, Norm’s former football team, that she had made her himbo lackeys.
Myra looked over at Norm, who was still fast asleep. Her sweet, precious Norm. Her tubby, chunky Norm. Her powerful, virile Norm. She reached out and gently brushed his sweaty mane before planting a kiss on his cheek. Oh, Norm, she thought. You’ve been through so much. But don’t worry. Your baby’s gonna help you make it all alright. With that final thought, she laid down next to her man and fell asleep.
From then on, Myra would dote and wait on Norm hand and foot in order to encourage his growth. Whenever Norm wasn’t feeling COMPLETELY stuffed, Myra was there with a home-made mini-buffet, complete with a plethora of desserts.
Despite her desire to keep Norm’s stomach growing, the willful stallion insisted on going to the gym. Myra tagged along, partially to admire his flab moving as he worked out, partially to keep him from spending too much time on cardio. Whenever possible, Myra would compliment Norm’s muscular arms, encouraging him to lift more and more weights as opposed to the treadmill or, God Forbid, sit ups and crunches. Through her gentle prodding (and feeding into the only thing Norm had that was greedier than his stomach- his ego), Norm began to focus more and more on pure strength, eager for the worship Myra would heap upon him.
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