Big Mie

I walked through the doors of East City Comics for the third time. I wore a light canary yellow sweater with the sleeves rolled up and the hem tucked into a high waisted pair of faded blue jeans. I had my black vans on and a lightweight, all black hoodie overtop. My hair was pulled tight into a blonde ponytail, which rested in my black hood. I chose light makeup to give myself a little glow.

Mike had given me an amazing and unexpected date the night previous. After a week of being his eager personal call girl, he'd given me a refreshing break full of boyfriend energy. He'd dressed up, looked amazing, and introduced me to a couple friends, or at least family friends. It was a much needed glimpse of our future relationship, rather than the carnal fuckbuddy hangouts that we'd enjoyed up until then. I didn't get ahead of myself though; I knew I still had a week of satisfying his dirty impulses before I was allowed to say that we were dating. I was hoping the transition back to being his pleasure slut wasn't so sudden that it gave me whiplash.

Big Mike wasn't behind the counter like usual; instead Craig gave me a nod as I entered. It was almost closing and I'd come to pick Mike up as he was getting off.

"Hey Felicia. Whatcha got there?" He gestured down to the bag in my hand.

"This? Just a massive amount of pasta and garlic bread. Dinner for the big guy and me."

"Oh yeah...he's in the back. He'll be done any second."

"Cool. Actually, while I'm here I think I'll grab something."

I drifted off into the manga section while Craig organized a box of flyers. We made small talk while I waited for Mike and I found what I was looking for.

"Ah, Boku no Hero Academia!"

I put the newest volume down on the counter while Craig gave it a look over.

"Oh...My Hero Academy. You're a fan?"

"Mochiron! Watashi no atarashii okinirii desu!" I spoke with the exuberance of a Japanese advertisement.

"Oh, you can speak Japanese?"

"Eh, yeah, I'm not bad. I've been studying for a while. And I watch the raw anime and some Japanese dramas for practice."

"Have you visited?"

"Yeah, once."

"Did you like Kyoto?" I could tell he had been as well.

"Kirei ya na!" I snapped my fingers into a gun for emphasis. "Very pretty," I repeated in English.

It turns out Craig had been to the Kansai region. He came over after a visit to Korea. He then responded with a smattering of Korean, which I didn't understand at all. I bought the volume and we yukked it up until I heard a door open behind me.

I turned to see Mike ducking his head and turning his body as he squeezed through the back door with a big box upon one curled arm. His broad shoulders and huge belly were a little snug within a dark navy t-shirt. He wore dark grey sweats and his nicer black runners from last night. His slicked back hair from last night had returned to its usual unkempt mess, along with his shaggy beard and black-framed glasses.

He gave me a warm smirk, and I melted at the sight of his eyes lighting up to see me. I forgot about Craig completely as Mike walked down an aisle of comics towards us, his belly wobbling slightly and his untucked shirt just flirting with the slightest reveal of his bare, hairy flesh. I felt my body slightly drifting towards him as he approached, like a satellite caught in the gravity of planetary orbit. His deep voice shook me with the slightest greeting.

"Hey babe."

He reached out with his free hand and slipped it around my waist. He leaned down to me with only the slightest hesitation and pressed into me with a quick kiss on the lips. It was just a peck, but somehow it still felt heavy with his sexual gravity. His fat palm pulled my slim waist toward him with effortless strength, and his thick lips and warm breath made me feel savoured within his mouth for a long and sublime second. He quickly rose back to a casual stance while I stood there beaming like an idiot.

"You...you good?" he asked with a chuckle, noticing his effect on me.

"Yeahhh. I'm...dandy."

Mike put his box on the counter and they chatted about back issues or something. I revelled in the wake of our first public kiss, happy and sedated with boyfriend energy. I was momentarily thrilled at the prospect of being seen by his side, being candy to his arm, in public.

"Okay, we're goin'." Mike said it to snap me out of my haze. Craig was closing up the shop so Mike and I could leave. We nodded on our way out.

"Hey, so when are we double-dating?"

Craig asked the question before we made it out the door. I turned around to see him with a smirk on his face, surely provoking Mike's stubborn nature as much as inquiring honestly. My eyes glanced up to Mike's for a moment, sharing in last night's memory of proper girlfriend duties. Like he had with our display of public affection, I hesitated only a moment before responding.

"How about in a week?"

Craig hesitated with a slight chuckle, almost surprised at the affirmation.

"Next weekend? Yeah...yeah, sounds good. Katy wants to try out a new pub."

"Cool." I looked up to Mike for confirmation, clearly aware of the relationship threshold that was being crossed. He was curt in his response.

"Yeah...sure."

The three of us nodded in silent affirmation for a moment, both Craig and I slowly acknowledging the novelty of Mike doing a thing in public. He didn't do public things very often.

"Alright..."

Mike and I made our exit and we lingered outside for a moment. I waited to see if he would say anything about what had just occurred. He said nothing.

"Was that okay?" He shrugged.

"Yeah, it's fine. It'll be our first 'couple' thing, I guess." He seemed like he'd returned to normal Mike, and the luxury boyfriend demeanor he'd had the previous night had dissipated. "And...it'll give you something to look forward to, if you survive this week."

His neutral expression changed to a smirk of confidence. He stepped in to me again as he had in the shop, but now with a hint of his playful mean streak. He reached down around my waist with one free hand, this time without any delay. His one hand pulled me in firmly and his other hand grabbed my ponytail in a controlling grip. He bent me back as he leaned in, his warm breath basking my skin as he breathed the words "come to papa."

The take-out pasta hit the ground as the bag slipped from my lifeless fingers while Mike breathed my departing soul in through his hungry lips. Fatality.

I wobbled in semi-collapse as I was released from his hungry kiss. Mike's big hand steadied me as he chuckled. He picked up the take-out bag and started to lumber home, allowing me time to wobble and recover.

"Woah..."

"You good?"

"Yeah...so dandy."

I caught up to him and we began our walk home. It was warm out, and Mike marched slowly but surely in his sweaty gait. We made small talk and he held a smile, but he didn't make eye contact with me. When I told him I would carry the food, he joked that it wouldn't be gentlemanly. I found myself glancing over at the wobble of his heavy belly as he walked, eager to touch that bare inch of flesh above the waistline that yielded to its weight. By the time we arrived, the pits and collar of his navy shirt were stained with sweat.

"We're hoo~oome!" I called out to Aron.

We unloaded the take-out and settled in on the couch with Netflix. Aron joined us, as I'd bought more than enough. Feeding Mike's big appetite wasn't cheap, but I still had some wads of hooker cash he'd given me, so I splurged without hesitation.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Mike scooped a huge bowl of lasagna for himself and Aron took a portion about half that size. I, being averse to excessive carbohydrate intake, took one spoonful of lasagna and otherwise stuck to my green salad. They both drank cans of coke on the coffee table in front of them.

"You, uh...keepin' it healthy there, Felicia?"

Aron sat on his right side of the couch while Mike flooded the other sixty percent. I was wedged into the far left corner at an awkward angle, my legs bent and resting over Mike's huge left knee.

"Oh yeah...as much as I would like to tear into that garlic bread."

"Yeah, so what do you do to stay in shape anyway? Seems like more than just yoga."

"Oh, well..." I perked up at Aron's inquiry into my physical regimen. Such a question suggested at least a peripheral awareness of my proportions and muscle tone, which stimulated my latent vanity. I began a list of any and all of the exercises I cycle through in a year. "I go to a yoga studio three days a week, and they mix in a rotation of pilates, barre, and acrobalancing. Then I have a kickboxing class once a week, and they've got a little gym in it for weights. I used to do competitive dance classes but it takes too much commitment, so now I just go to basics with cardio every other weekend."

Aron nodded along and as Mike demolished his lasagna and grabbed a handful of garlic bread slices.

"Although since I met the big guy here I haven't had time for any workouts. Except for Kegels, of course." I awaited some mild applause for the joke, but clearly neither Mike nor Aron had any idea what I was talking about. "Really? No? Okay..."

I went back to eating my salad while Mike refreshed a massive bowl of lasagna, but Aron continued the conversation. He mentioned his exercise routine and talked about playing rugby in high school and college. That led us off into discussion about his trade, which was electrical work. He'd gone to a technical college for two years and was looking for a gig as an electrical apprentice. He'd been working at Fedex throughout school. I told him that I'd gone to college for two years as well, studying psychology, but unlike him I'd dropped out and pursued acting instead. He seemed amused by this.

"Ah, psych. So you have an analytic mind, do you?"

"Oh...she's crafty, alright," Mike added with a mouthful of pasta. As usual, he seemed content letting me gab with Aron the same way he did with Craig. We carried on about college and my acting and other random things.

Mike eventually interrupted us with a deep, long belch. While Aron and I both held an amused smirk in silence, Mike was placid and unabashed. He turned to me with a neutral expression and shook his empty soda can.

"Hey babe, you wanna get me another coke?" He asked me casually, as though it were nothing, but I felt myself glowing at the request. This simple act of being treated like his girlfriend in front of others gave me a warm little boost inside.

I smiled stupidly. "Sure thing, d-dude." I had a moment of panic realizing I'd almost called him daddy. I quickly slipped off his thigh and walked to the kitchen. While my head was stuck in the fridge reaching for a can at the back, I heard Aron whisper something to Mike. Again, my vanity was piqued and another little boost made me imagine that they were talking about me. I wasn't sure why, but it felt so delightful.

When I returned, I put my salad bowl down, as it was mostly empty. Mike did the opposite, and helped himself to a third helping with another slice of garlic bread. Now that I'd stopped eating and our conversation had been interrupted by Mike's gas, I just let myself slide into the crevice between the couch's left armrest and Mike's huge left thigh. My left arm slid around his huge round belly and my right cheek rested on the roll of his voluptuous male breast. The scent of his armpit was ripe on my nose, but I was conditioned enough now that it wasn't even slightly offensive. Being the filler to his crevices felt slightly more warm and fuzzy than claustrophobic, so I just settled into place and enjoyed Mike's sweaty bulk.

Mike and Aron were talking about numbers and odds for some reason, but my view of Aron was now completely obscured by the girth of Mike's midsection anyway, so I let them be and watched the tv.

"One in a million?" Aron asked.

"Yeah, probably," Mike replied.

They paused in their conversation and I just enjoyed how remarkably huge Mike was. He'd told me that he weighed seven hundred and fifty pounds the last time he'd been measured. That put him at nearly seven times my weight, if accurate. I imagined slipping further down into the couch, squeezing into the space between his weight and the furniture, his bulk completely consuming and crushing me. It was like a dark corner of my size fetish, the prospect of him literally sitting on me and punishing me with over a third of a ton of lazy, comfortable, body mass.

"Hey Felicia, you don't have any sisters, do you?" Aron's disembodied voice asked me the question with a chuckle from Mike's other hemisphere.

Mike answered for me between bites. "Nope."

"Yeah, I'm an only child. Why?" I figured I knew why.

"Ah, just curious." Again, Mike filled in the blank for me.

"He wants one of you for himself." Aron reeled with a nervous laugh.

"Heyyyy, I never said that." Mike shrugged, while I bristled with vanity. I pressed a hand into Mike's belly to pull myself around his circumference enough to see Aron again.

"Well, who can blame you? I'm quite the foxy little package. Unfortunately though, there's only one of me. My parents stopped at one, which...was probably for the best. I have some friends though. Surely, I can wrangle up a couple sluts for you."

I leaned into Mike's big belly like he was an extension of the couch as we joked through the conversation. I felt his incredible warmth basking my chest with moist heat. I even heard his stomach making gurgling and squelching noises. Mike seemed content to look down at me while I talked with Aron, occasionally chiming in. Aron had dated a few girls lately, but nothing had stuck. He had been inspired by how quickly Mike and I had hit it off.

"Hey, Mike has sisters. What about them?" My question had been a bit of a joke and a bit of a provocation, as I still knew basically nothing about Mike's family. I was interested in the reaction to it, or the silence in place of it.

"That, uh..." Aron's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, while Mike shook his head.

"Definitely not..."

"Oh? And...why's that? I haven't met them." Mike and Aron shared a glance.

"Aron wouldn't survive either of my sisters," he said with a laugh. Aron offered a small and silent nod of confirmation.

I was amused and momentarily humbled at the notoriety of my future sisters-in-law.

"Jeez, I was kinda joking, but now I wanna meet these girls." Mike finally met eyes with me and let out a little snort-laugh.

"Uhhh...yeah......I guess that'll happen...sooner or later."

Mike cracked his coke open and we lulled into silence for a minute. Like back at the comic book shop with Craig, I wondered how he felt about my provocation of relationship duties: double-dating and meeting the family. The lovey-dovey talk we'd had the night before was a bit like a dream, and I was now waiting to see how that dream would manifest in reality.

"So...Aron. Give me your number and I'll bounce some thirsty girls your way. Should be able to get you laid by the end of the week."

He laughed. "Actually?"

"Yeah, probably. You're six feet tall, good looking, in good shape, educated. Girls want that."

Aron expressed interest with a bounce in his eyebrows, but Mike raised only one in suspicion.

"Oh, is that what girls want?" I saw the point he was making and raised a hand defensively to refine my position.

"Uneducated women like six-packs and engineering jobs. I, on the other hand, have more refined preferences."

"Hm, yeah? Like what?" He furrowed his brow at me and made his 'stern' face. I smirked and leaned into his bulk, both my hands sinking into his soft belly and sweaty shirt.

"Like...a big appetite."

Mike and I held each other's gazes, our little exchange becoming a drawn out moment. The memory of last night came to mind, when I'd told him what his kisses made me feel like. The hint of a smile curled his lips. Just that tiny change alone let me know what he was thinking, a little betrayal of what his dirty mind was planning.

"Okay, well..." Aron interrupted, clearly sensing the shift in our tones. "Thanks for the lasagna Felicia. Any girls you wanna send my way, by all means."

I barely acknowledged Aron's departure as he took his dirty dishes to the kitchen and began washing them. Aron's distance and the sound of running water allowed Mike and I to slip further into the prospect of my preferences and his appetites, to re-establish my role somewhere between Mike's girlfriend and his whore.

"So you're gonna get Aron laid?" Mike spoke deeply but quietly, giving us a sense of privacy on the couch.

"Hopefully. But right now I'm more interested in getting you laid."

I pressed in closer, again entertaining the fantasy of getting lost in his tremendous bulk. I slid my hands around the circumference of his chest, feeling the damp spots under his arms. Our eyes stayed locked like that, his face remaining stern as I sunk into his warm, sweaty mass.

"That's right. That's all you should be thinking about. How to please me. That's your job."

I rested my cheek on his warm left shoulder and looked up at his glower. My nose drew in a breath and his odour filled my lungs. I closed my eyes, embracing his manly scent and relaxed further with a pleasured sigh.

"Yeah, you like my b.o.? You like everything about me, don't you?"

I slid my nose a bit deeper into his arm pit and inhaled even deeper. The crevice of his round, fat shoulder and heavy male breast threatened to engulf me. I sighed out again, trying to show him how much I adored every molecule of sweat that seeped out of his glands.

"I can't help it. Even your smell is sexy. All you have to do is sit there and you're still overpowering me without even trying."

Mike's static glare broke with a little smile. He glanced back to see Aron still washing dishes.

"I'm making you wet right now, aren't I? With just my smell." His big left hand slid under my butt, and caressed my tush. "Imagine what I'll do to you when you taste it? You'll be gushing..." His two middle fingers clamped down in between my butt cheeks at the word 'gush', his fingertips pressing firmly against the denim of my jeans.

I let out a little whimper at both his grip and his words. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was taste his sweat. I leaned up to his neck, my tongue drawn to the perspiration that had collected at the hairy nape, but Mike's free hand pressed a finger into my sternum, stopping me.

"Unh-unh," he denied me. "I'm not sure you deserve it yet." The display of power delighted me, but I feigned disappointment and pouted visibly. "I've still got some wicked things to do to you this week...to see if you're worth making my girl."

My eyes opened slightly from the tipsy, horny state he'd put me in. That was the first time he suggested the threat of being unworthy to be with him.

"Now listen slut...I'm gonna take you in that bedroom and make you beg to lick the sweat off my body. If you wanna be chummy with Aron and double-date with Craig, then you'd better do a good job. Otherwise I might decide to keep you a prostitute for another two weeks."

My mouth opened with a silent gasp, as I was genuinely sobered at the prospect of him taking our little game and turning it into an indefinite sentence. The little glowing promise of date nights and meeting the family suddenly felt like a carrot being dangled out of reach. I wondered earnestly if he would make good on that threat, using my lust and obsession as leverage to continue to degrade me and avoid any unwanted social chores.

"What do you say to that, girlie?"

I hesitated before responding, seeing that he had gone full 'pimp' mode.

"I...understand, master. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to please you."

Mike growled in pleasured affirmation. Finally his lips showed a full smile, at the sight of my absolute submission. I had wondered if the previous night was going to soften this two week game I'd gotten myself into, but Mike was clearly planning on milking it to the last drop.