So I’m sitting in chemistry class and the semester just started. Of course, I get there early so I can choose my seats and I strike up conversation with the people near me. I’m anxious to see who’s taking this class and find out whether I’ll like the professor. I’m staring at the clock, waiting for it to start when he walks in. Okay…I’ve been in college for two years and I’ve admired a few bigger guys, but he was different. A chill swept over me, you know, the kind when you immediately get turned on. He walked in the room with his backpack clipped in the front across his massive chest. I’ve never seen anything like it, but apparently he was so big that his backpack wouldn’t have fit over his large arms and across his back without the straps. There aren’t many seats left so I cross my fingers that he’ll choose the seat next to me in the back, but of course he sits in the very front. When he sits down, his back is so fat that it squishes into the chair and a fat roll rests on the back of his chair. He’s so wide that his massive sides and love handles are spread beyond the back of the chair and spills out both sides. I’m not listening to a word the professor is saying, I’m much too distracted. All I can think of is if I should try to talk to him after class, but the very thought turns me on. Once class is over, he lets the other students in his row leave first so he doesn’t block it with his huge body. I take a bit longer than necessary to pack up and I get the nerve to talk to him.
“Hey, so this seems like a pretty easy class…I’m thinking about dropping it since I don’t need it for my major.” I need to shut up and let him talk.
“I think you should stay. I mean, it’s easy and it’ll count for something.” He was still trying to get out of his tiny seat but finally he managed.
“Yeah, that’s true. I’m Leslie, by the way.”
“Jason. Here, add me on Facebook in case we miss the notes one class or something.”
I gladly agreed. The next couple of classes he still sat in the front where at least I could admire his fat rolls and size. But one week, I was running late and the only seat left was right next to him.
“Hey, I almost didn’t make it.” I crammed my backpack next to him although there wasn’t much room.
“I know. You’re usually early. Did you get the notes from last week?”
“Yeah, here.” I flipped to the page with mostly scribbles and doodles. “Sorry, I get distracted.”
“It’s fine, so do I.” He grinned and looked at me as if to say “I know why.”
I lean over to get my binder out of my backpack and Jason’s bouncing his leg…I finally sneak a peek and look at his massive thighs. They’re at least twice the size of mine and since he’s bouncing his leg, it jiggles his squishy belly.
“You good?” He asked, as my glance lingered too long.
“Um yeah, I’m good.” I instantly turned bright red but I noticed him smirking out of the corner of my eye.
Since he takes up so much room, most people don’t sit next to him because they’d be too close to touching his arm or leg or something. Of course, I didn’t mind.
“Okay class, today I’ll be showing a movie. Just don’t fall asleep.” The professor announced.
“Hey, can I borrow your notes tonight? I won’t have time to if we’re watching a movie.” Jason asked.
“Of course.” I slid them over to him and he moved his arm so my fingers lightly grazed it. I blushed…I had no idea how to react. He was impossibly handsome and huge.
“That’s cute.” He whispered.
“What?” I was beginning to panic.
“Nothing…you just, you seem nervous.” He replied.
“Why would I be?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
The professor flicked off the lights and I felt my heart jump. Jason was still waiting for my reply and leaned back to stretch, revealing just an inch of his huge belly sitting in his lap. I froze. I’ve never been brave enough to talk to a bigger guy. I didn’t know what to do. Was I supposed to notice? Was I supposed to pretend I didn’t see it?
“Here, you don’t need to take notes.” Jason took the pencil from my hand while guiding it to my backpack. Nope. He put my hand right on his thigh. I was aware of his eyes plastered on me, looking for a reaction.
I scooted my chair a bit closer to his so no one would see my small hand on his giant thigh. He looked flushed, it probably took a lot of guts for him to do that, especially in public.
I started rubbing my thumb on his thigh and even through jeans, I could feel how soft his huge thighs were. Jason let out a sigh and leaned forward where his chest and moobs squished into the table. My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to do. I was so turned on but we were stuck in a silent classroom. “Hey, so…do you wanna study tonight?” He whispered. “Please.” I smiled, trying to hide how turned on I was with my hand still gently rubbing his thigh. Just before returning my hand to the table I gave his huge thigh a squeeze to leave him wanting more. Class ended and I stood up to gather my things. Jason let the other students in our row file out before he slightly struggled to get out of his seat. His backpack clung to him tightly and he tried clipping the strap across his chest but his moob got caught under it. I pretended not to notice because 1. I was turned on and 2. He looked embarrassed and students were starting to notice. “Shit. Shit!” He muttered, trying to lift the strap but it only made his shirt ride up. Now students were watching. Normally they tend to ignore Jason’s huge girth and look away but this was hard to ignore. I don’t think anyone’s seen someone so fat that they had to struggle putting a backpack on. “Here.” I reached to unclip it and his moob and fat roll quivered and jiggled for a second. His face turned bright red. “Sorry, I was just…” He cut me off. “It’s fine. It’s okay. Thanks…did anyone see?” The majority of the class had left so I reassured him he was fine. “So, um, any chance you’d still want to study tonight?” He was still blushing, clearly the embarrassment hadn’t subsided yet. “Of course!” We parted ways and that’s all I could think about for the rest of the day. His huge body, my hand pressed into his thigh, the promise of seeing him in only a few hours. I wondered what my mom would say, watching her 100 pound daughter bring home a 400 pound guy who (I’m assuming) can hardly fit through the door. He messaged me later that day, asking if I wanted to get food before studying. Obviously, I said yes. We decided on getting a quick bite at McDonald’s since its so close to my house. “Hey!” I smiled as he greeted me with a warm, squishy hug. “Hey, you hungry?” He asked. “A little, what are you getting?” “Everything. I’m so hungry.” He flashed his smirk at me again and I almost melted. I was amazed at his order. A Big Mac, 2 large fries, a large coke, large vanilla shake, and an order of 20 piece nuggets. Meanwhile, I ordered a kids meal. We sat down at a nearby table and I told him I preferred booths. “Um, I can’t…I don’t think I can…I’m a little too big.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” “I mean, we could try?” He got up and wedged himself between the booth and table, grinning at me. “I fit! It’s a tight squeeze but you can’t really tell, right?” “Right.” I was practically drooling. He was so sexy sitting there with his belly and fat rolls pressing gently into the table. I carried the food to him and he ate each bite carefully to savor the flavor. “Here, have my fries. I’m full.” I insisted, just to see how much more he could eat even though he wasn’t close to being done. “Are you trying to make me fat?!” He smirked. “Of course not! You already are.” I grabbed the part of his belly hidden under the table and watched him eat just a bit faster. “Good, I knew you were still hungry.” I fed him a fry off of my plate. He ate a bit sheepishly now, noticing that people were glancing in our direction. “Maybe we should go. I’m getting kind of full.” He looked down at his stomach pressed tightly between the table and tried sucking in. “Are you sure? You still have more food. We can take it home.” I assured him. “Yeah. Let’s do that.” He struggled to squeeze himself out of the booth and we headed to my house. “We can study in here.” I motioned to my room and he plopped down in the poor chair next to my bed. It creaked and he asked if he should move. “No, no. It’s fine. It does that all the time” I lied. I just wanted to see what would happen. Jason started flipping through the textbook and asked where we should start. We studied for about 10 minutes when I heard his stomach growl. “I can make you a snack.” I offered. “No I’m good, we just ate.” “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” I made my way to the kitchen with him close behind. “Thanks.” Jason was inches behind me and I wanted him to just squish his belly onto me even though I was facing the fridge. “What would you like?” “Surprise me.” I started making grilled cheese and he asked for two, which of course turned me on. “That’s really sexy.” “What?” “You can eat so much. I love it.” He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me. “God, you’re so small. I love it.” I turned around and my arms weren’t even close to wrapping around his middle. I loved the contrast so much I was more than turned on at this point. I grabbed the food and he ate it astonishingly fast. “Come here.” I grabbed his hand and lead him back to my room and pushed him on the bed where his fat rippled and jiggled. I was in awe. I’ve never been with someone this big before. I didn’t even know what to do to so I just started nervously tracing my fingers over his body. He guided my hands down to his overhang and whispered “you can play with it if you want.” I lifted it and I was surprised to find how heavy it was. “Oh my god.” I bit my lip, trying to contain my excitement. Jason put his hand on my back and eased me closer to him and kissed me. “Don’t be nervous. I like it.” He insisted. I started planting kisses on his chubby cheeks and down to his double chin, where I left hickeys. I was grinding my body against his, feeling everything squish against me. I took his fat love handles in my hands and squeezed them, but I could never get close enough to his fat body. He let out a little moan when I finally eased my way down to his chest, moobs, and the fat roll just beneath them. “You like that?” I looked at him hungrily, waiting for approval. “Mmm.” His eyes were rolling into the back of his head and he pressed me into him, grinding his hips towards my body. I began biting, kissing, sucking, leaving my territory across his entire body. From his huge, dimpled arms where my lips sunk into, down to his squishy, flabby tummy and finally to his huge thighs. “I want you so bad.” I moaned, pressing my face into his massive belly. He squished my face into it every time I came up for air which made me moan even more. I kissed his love handles covered in old and new stretch marks. I traced over them with my tongue and felt him quiver under me. “Get on top of me.” I tried getting my hands under his back so I could help lift him and he smirked, knowing I couldn’t even get close. “Please.” I begged. I was desperate to feel his weight crush me. “Baby, I can’t. I’ll hurt you.” “Please. I’m begging.” I continued trying to lift him and the entire bed shook when he sat up to get on top. “Don’t be gentle.” I demanded. He dangled his fat just inches above me and I dug my nails into his back and shoulders, trying desperately to feel his weight against mine. Finally, he eased his stomach on top of me and he slowly covered me in his fat. “You like that?” He whispered, grinding while practically suffocating me under his weight. I couldn’t answer so he sucked in just enough for me to breathe normally but I pulled him back onto me. “Mhm, I thought so.” He whispered again, now biting my neck and pressing his weight into me. He sat up and he grabbed his belly and started playing with it. “Touch me.” He guided my hands down his chest, over his fat rolls, and under his overhang where his soft under belly begged to be touched and kissed. “Smother me.” I grabbed a handful of fat on his back and tried guiding his belly to my face. He smirked and teased me, making me wait to be satisfied. He held my wrists firmly and demanded that I only look at his body, I can’t touch it until he says. He shook and jiggled his body and I squirmed to get out of his grip so I could feel how massive he is. He shook his massive thighs that jiggled on either side of me. “Babe, please…please I need to touch you. Let me feel your body” I couldn’t stop begging. I needed him. I needed him to let my fingers sink into his fat folds and feel his weight crushing my small body. “I like it when you beg.” He smirked and finally released my arms which immediately pulled him back on top of my body. We were both moaning, reaching, grabbing, kissing, biting, until he was so out of breath that he needed to bottom again. “It’s so sexy…you literally need to be under me. You’re so fat you can’t help it.” I teased him, making sure every inch of fat was kissed, squeezed, and jiggled. “Maybe…you haven’t…noticed…but I’m a few…hundred pounds…overweight.” He was struggling to catch his breath while I cuddled and rubbed his huge belly. “How much do you weight?” “God, I don’t even know…I’m guessing 450 now. The scale…it broke after 400.” He could tell how much it turned me on and thrusted his pelvis one last time to see just how much I enjoyed it. “Get bigger for me.” “I already am.” Jason guided my lips to his stretch marks and I gladly gave his love handles hickeys. Too exhausted to move, he pulled me into his chest to cuddle on his giant, pillowy body. “I definitely think we’re ready for the chemistry test.” He laughed. “We should study every day!” I was a bit too enthusiastic, but he didn’t mind. “Fine with me.” Jason kissed my forehead and drew me in even closer so his belly smushed over my thighs while he held me.
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