Anastasia was the nerdy girl my best friend in middle-school dreamed to date. Chubby and shy; both a ginger and a Jew, with a slender nose and a long face that earned her the nickname "Horseface."
Adorable.
Thinking me better with the girls, he
begged
me to go and put in a good word for him, and maybe score him a date. Anastasia smiled at all my crappy jokes in the most vulnerable way, and told me I was cute.
By the end of the week we were together-together and making out every chance we got, even with my friend there. Sorry, guy.
But that was all the way back in middle-school, and even then Anastasia was my total opposite: she lived for anime and manga, binged sweets like crazy, and hated any and all sports.
As you may have guessed, she had a bit of a weight problem. Like I said, she was chubby: cute belly, thick legs, and a fat ass with perfect round buns that she draped loose sweatshirts over.
By the time we reached our last year of high school, our sex life was... lacking. We were now legal adults and almost on our way to college, yet she showed diminishing interest in doing stuff.
Before, Anastasia would be the pushy one. She browsed porn nonstop and got me to watch it with her; sometimes we laughed at what we saw; other times we got horny in tandem and ended up masturbating side by side.
Never the real deal, though...
She soon entered a phase where she got paranoid about doing too much at all (not even watching stuff) and told me she wanted to wait until marriage to get back into it.
Being a guy, I insisted, I pushed my luck, I begged - until she accepted to give it to me once, just once, as a birthday gift.
That night I headed over to her place, and she acted bitchy from the start. Her parents were out; I expected that she would be waiting for me dressed in something sexy, but she was only wearing a stained shirt and some washed-out jeans. We went upstairs to her room, where some anime was running the laptop at a loud volume - lights off.
Anastasia plopped on the bed. "Well? Let's get it over with."
I stripped down and got next to her, trying to stiffen my cock. She threw me a condom, then slid off her jeans with a disinterested sigh.
That proved to be the end of me. I barely managed to get hard under the circumstances, but putting on the condom killed my hard-on instantly. I tried once, twice, thrice - nothing.
I didn't know what to do.
"I'm not doing it without one," Anastasia spat.
The damned thing just wouldn't stay hard. I had come so far, even risked our relationship by pushing her into this shit, and all for nothing...
When I saw her pull her jeans on, the stress got the best of me and I began to cry.
Like a little bitch, I sobbed, thinking myself so unhappy and unlucky.
Anastasia kissed me and comforted me. "Don't cry. It's just a sign. We're not supposed to do it yet, that's all. Plus, when we get married we won't need to use condoms - ever. You can fill me up with your babies. You'll see."
We made out that whole night after that. She forgave me for being so pushy about it, and I agreed to wait. Our relationship felt stronger than ever.
A few months back, we passed by an obese guy that waddled in a hellish manner. He was just rolls upon rolls of jiggling fat, every inch of him drenched in sweat from the mere effort of walking.
I cringed at the sight. "I can't believe that guy."
"What do you mean?"
"Did you see him? I mean, how does he even move? Jesus."
"You know not everyone can control their weight," she snapped.
How could I forget? Every time weight was brought up Anastasia went crazy. Anything said about fat people was a direct attack on her. It didn't matter that she was only a few pounds overweight while the people I trashed were close to being planets.
"And what if I gained weight?" asked Anastasia. "Would you still love me then? What if I got as fat as that guy? Would you still call me your baby?"
"Of course!"
"I don't believe you."
"I mean it. I don't care."
I thought it would make her happy, but she only bobbed her head in disbelief. "Okay then. We'll see."
I didn't know what that meant.
But I would soon find out.
When we got to her place she started binging on sweets. Whether it was what I said that brought it on, or just some mad craving, she was going through the stuff like crazy - the bed was all crinkling and flashy wrappers.
