Wyatt Tucker tossed his empty popcorn bag in the trash as he walked out of the theater. His roommate Josh followed him out, and nudged Wyatt.
"I told ya, man, these new ones are just awful," Josh told Wyatt. "They just don't get the series - they're ruining my childhood."
Wyatt shook his head and responded "It is really goddamn hard to enjoy things with you, you know? I need some time to process the movie. I thought it was actually pretty interesting-"
Josh rolled his eyes, "Interesting? They completely disrespected the characters!"
They reached the exit, and realized it was pouring out. "Ah, man - why'd you have to park so far away?" Josh whined. They lingered for a few, waiting to see if the rain would clear at all, continuing to discuss the movie.
"She's a total Mary Sue! All I'm saying is that if they don't stop with this woke shit-" Josh complained.
Wyatt cut him off. "It's not woke shit to have a female lead, you dumbass."
A soft voice chimed in from over his shoulder. "Thank you! At least one of you isn't a complete idiot," it said.
Wyatt turned to face the new participant in the conversation, and immediately blushed - he was embarrassed that anyone had heard their discussion.
But more than that, in front of him stood the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was shorter than him, and chubby. More than chubby, probably, maybe fat - but that wasn't a problem for Wyatt. Her face was round, with a small mouth, soft lips and very chubby cheeks. She had long, straight blonde hair that rested on her shoulders. She seemed especially busty, though it was hidden a bit by her t-shirt. Her ample, round tummy wasn't hidden, though, as the shirt clung tightly around her waist, showing every curve and bulge. Her wide hips and thick thighs strained the fabric of her tight jeans.
"Uhh..." Wyatt stumbled to find words. "Sorry for CinemaSins over here," he said, gesturing to Josh. "Spends too much time on reddit, I think."
The stranger winked at Wyatt. "No worries, I'm just giving you guys a hard time. I wouldn't normally eavesdrop, but my friends already left and I'm just waiting for the rain to clear," she said, peering over Wyatt's shoulder. "Speaking of which, I can see the sun peaking out! Nice talking with ya," she said, and walked past them to the door.
Wyatt watched her pass, heart drumming in his chest. As she walked away, he saw her surprisingly perky butt jiggle in her jeans. Before he knew what he was doing, he jogged up next to her.
"Hey, uh, I wouldn't normally do this but... Mind if I get your number?" He managed to ask.
She gave a slight smile and thought it over for a second. "Sure - here it is," she responded, finally, putting the number in Wyatt's phone. "Gimme a text sometime. Though I will say," she continued, looking back towards Josh, "the bar is a little higher than 'not a complete idiot,' so don't disappoint me."
"I'll do my best," Wyatt smiled. He waved, "Oh - uh, Wyatt."
"Lily," she responded, and hurried off to her car.
Josh sauntered up as Wyatt watched her leave. "What the hell, man? Why you asking out the fatty? I know you're not a chubby chaser, I've seen your ex."
Wyatt didn't like Josh much on a good day, but he had never hated him more than now. "Jesus, Josh, you're a real piece of shit. And she's beautiful. It's insane that you can't see that."
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Wyatt waited a day to text Lily. He was never particularly good at this sort of thing.
"Hey Lily, this is Wyatt from the theater. How's your day going?" He typed.
He didn't get an answer for the next couple hours. He was disappointed, but not entirely surprised. Still, Lily was stuck in his head, and he had to find some kind of release. He opened his browser, pulled up some less-than-savory sites, and typed in "blonde BBW."
Just then, his phone dinged. His heart skipped a beat. "Hi Wyatt, good to hear from you. My day was alright, just got out of work," he read.
She asked about his day, and they spent the next few hours chatting, about work, movies, videogames - they had more in common than Wyatt expected. It was incredibly easy to talk to her, and he was disappointed as he realized her responses were slowing down. He glanced at the time - it was after midnight. Lily was probably going to sleep soon. Wyatt, though, was wide awake, a little high on the rush of connecting with someone he liked so much.
His phone dinged. "So...." the text said. "Are you gonna ask me out?"
Wyatt's heart thudded in his ears. He liked how direct she was, but didn't want to mess this up.
"Obviously," he typed back. "Are you free Friday night?"
"I work til eight," she responded. "But after that I'm free! Where are we gonna go?"
Wyatt paused. He had no idea. He'd only moved to this town a couple months ago, and had mostly been working or begrudgingly hanging with Josh. He wracked his brain - he almost asked her for a suggestion, but decided he wanted to be a little bolder than that.
He didn't want to screw this up. Dinner was a little boring. They could go to the movies, but Wyatt wanted to actually talk to her, and see her. He pictured that perfect, cherubic face, her cheeks blushing - and then her soft, round body in that tight T-shirt...
The t-shirt! He remembered it was a retro-style design with characters from Street Fighter 2. She could have just liked the design, but Wyatt figured it was a little more specific than a casual fan would choose.
"There's a barcade downtown I've been wanting to go to. Want to meet there? I'll kick your butt in some Super Turbo. Or UMK3 if you're feeling a little spicy," he typed.
This time she responded instantly. "Oooh, you think you can beat me huh? It's a date. Just a warning, though, I got a lot of butt to kick. See ya there!"
Wyatt was elated. And turned on. He desperately wanted to respond to the "a lot of butt" comment but decided to play it cool. "Can't wait," he typed, and closed his phone.
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Friday came slower than Wyatt wanted - and the day passed even slower than that. He got ready, trying not to fuss with his outfit or hair too much. He wanted the date to be casual and fun, and not try too hard.
As he pulled up to the barcade, he saw only a couple cars in the lot. It didn't look too busy, which would be nice. He didn't see Lily anywhere outside, and he was a little early, so he went inside to scope out the place.
He was pretty impressed with the selection of arcade cabinets - there was an entire fighting game section, which were his favorites, but also old X-Men and TMNT beat 'em up cabinets, and a ton of retro Pac-Man era games.
As he scanned around the room, he saw the front entrance open - and Lily came in. She looked even better than before. Her hair was done in a slightly messy bun, a few strands dancing around her face. He had clearly put a little more time into her makeup than the first time they met - her cheeks rosy with a little blush and her lipstick a muted, sultry red.
This time she was wearing a loose, short green dress. It was relatively low cut, showing off a gigantic canyon of cleavage, and only covered about a third of her thighs. It wasn't as snug around her belly, but still showed off her curvy form.
She made eye contact with Wyatt, smiled and trotted over to him. Wyatt was entranced by her body as she moved, the dress giving her curves enough freedom to bounce with every step. Her breasts, belly and thighs jiggled as she approached, and Wyatt had to forcefully pry his gaze off of her body.
"Hey there," he said, sort of awkwardly waving. "You look incredible."
Lily did a quick spin in front of him. "I know, right? Not looking too bad yourself," she replied. "Though - here..." she said, reaching up to his neck and adjusting his collar.
Wyatt felt his cheeks flush - and his dick stiffen immediately. Her soft arms brushed against him, and he couldn't help but look at the mountain of cleavage in front of him as she fixed his collar. "Uh, thanks," he mumbled.
Lily winked. "You got it. Alright, what're we playing first?" she asked, scanning around the room.
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They spent the next hour or so bouncing between the fighting games. She was actually pretty good - better than him at a lot of them. After losing a match of Third Strike, he opened his mouth to compliment her.
She cut him off first, though. "I thought you were going to kick my butt?" she teased. "I mean, fine, you're pretty good at MK, but I think I've got you beat at most of these."
Wyatt rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "Alright, I'll admit it. You kicked my butt. How about we play something we can work together in?" he suggested, pointing towards the X-Men cabinet.
"Sure," she said with a smile. "But you've got to get us drinks."
Wyatt gave her a mock salute, and went off to the bar. As he carried them back, he saw Lily leaning onto the X-Men cabinet, already playing. He was behind her, and her soft, fat, perky butt was gently pointed at him. The loose material of the dress was nestled slightly between the cheeks, giving Wyatt a perfect view of her curves - and he wanted nothing more than to drop the drinks and bury his face in her butt right there.
"I told you it was a lot of butt," he heard her say, and he snapped back to reality, almost fumbling the drinks.
"Oh. Sorry for staring. You're just-"
"It's alright, Wyatt. I like the way you look at me," she said softly. "Now come help me beat up these sentinels."
Wyatt put the drinks down, grabbed one of the spots at the machine, put in some coins and hit the start button.
Lily shook her head. "Cyclops, really?"
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They spent a few more hours at the barcade, with a couple more drinks and another go at the fighting games. This time, Wyatt held his own a little better.
"So, you from around here?" Lily asked.
