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Oona’s Girlfriend
“Please,” Oona prayed. “If there’s anyone up there, out there, I just want Daisy to notice me.”
The chubby goth lay in her dorm room bed, sending her entreating vibes to every goddess of romance and/or lust she could name. “Freya, Aphrodite, Venus, Fulla… I’m not asking for her to magically love me or anything like that. Just one tiny miracle—for her to notice me. She’s so beautiful, so amazing, and I’m so tired of being alone…”
While she slept, someone answered Oona’s prayer.
***
“Hey, are you headed to the cafeteria?”
Oona’s mind was like an empty tundra when she heard her crush’s angelic voice. “Me?”
The petite blonde looked around the empty dorm corridor with a smirk of barely contained laughter. “Oona, right? I’m Daisy.”
“I know –er– nice to meet you.”
She couldn’t believe it. The five-foot platinum princess was actually talking to her!
“So, are you headed to dinner? I’m starving.”
“Um, I guess so, yeah.”
Daisy grinned. “Well, let’s go!”
Daisy’s touch on her arm was feather-light, but Oona felt she might melt like a double scoop on a Florida sidewalk in July.
With cafeteria food to distract her, Oona was gradually able to calm down and chat with Daisy like a normal person. She was every bit as interesting and wonderful as Oona imagined. They made plans to have dinner together again the next day. Toward the end of their second “date,” Daisy said, “I’m probably gonna watch a movie tonight—if you want to come by my room.”
“That sounds like fun.” Oona wondered how she’d gotten so comfortable with Daisy so quickly. It was almost as if she was any other person instead of the most perfect creature Oona had ever seen.
“Nice! Do you want the rest of my fries? I’m stuffed.”
Oona shrugged and slid Daisy’s plate toward her side of the table. Why did Daisy get so much food in the cafeteria line when she had the appetite of a baby bird?
Daisy patted the spot next to her on the couch, and when Oona sat, the blonde scooted closer to her until they were almost touching. As they watched, she gave Oona soft touches whenever something funny or shocking happened. If the film had been more interesting, Oona was sure she’d have to rewatch it sometime. Emboldened by Daisy’s casual intimacy, she gently laid her fingers on the blonde’s leg. Daisy’s twiggy lower limbs were half the size of her own thunder thighs, but the little blonde put her hand on top of Oona’s. Before she knew what was happening, Daisy’s tongue was in her mouth, and her crush was climbing into her lap.
***
The weeks passed, and Oona went to the cafeteria with Daisy for every meal. Oona’s roommate was always around, so she found herself spending more and more time in Daisy’s room. Life had never been more grand. Her only red flag—and really, it was more of a yellow flag—was that Daisy was kind of weird about food.
Somehow, Daisy always managed to get more food than she could eat. Whenever they ate together, she offered Oona “the rest” of her food. Extra hashbrowns, her second slice of pizza, the cheesy garlic bread she was too full to finish. Oona would have been concerned, but she’d always had a big appetite—if Daisy didn’t mind that she was fat, why bother being shy about it?
Oona finally had a girlfriend. After pretending to be straight in high school and enduring one disappointing college hookup after another, she was finally happy. Sure, their relationship had moved pretty fast, but this was their last year of college—they didn’t have time to “dick around.”
Sometimes, when she went to Daisy’s room, her girlfriend had stocked up on snacks and offered them to her like some kind of house party host. As with the cafeteria “extras,” Oona thought it was a little odd, but Daisy always bought the best snacks.
Near the end of their penultimate semester, their Resident Director unexpectedly transferred, and Daisy got promoted in her place. The job came with a small apartment in the dorm, a significant upgrade from everyone else’s empty cubes. Daisy was especially excited about the small kitchen.
“I’ll finally be able to cook for us! I learned all my grandma’s best recipes, but I couldn’t make any of them with just a hot pot.”
“That’s great, babe. I’m looking forward to your cooking.”
Daisy squeezed her body, burying her little blonde head into her boobs—when had those gotten so big? “I bet you are…” She whispered.
“What?”
“I said… it’s gonna be awesome.”
***
“Just a few more bites, babe,” Daisy said. “Open wide…”
Oona’s middle felt like it might burst. Her girlfriend had never come right out and admitted she was a feeder, but Oona could do the math. She was more than twice the girl she’d been when they started dating—thrice if she was being honest—but she couldn’t say no to Daisy.
“That’s good, so good…” Daisy cooed praise as she ran her tiny hand over the black-clad mound of Oona’s belly. It settled into hefty rolls most of the time, but Daisy’s unending stream of carbs and sweets had Oona’s stomach puffed up into a tight dome like some kind of food balloon.
“I love cooking and baking for you… such a big eater.” Daisy wrapped a thin arm around one of Oona’s breasts. The fat lobe was bigger than the blonde’s head. “My big, beautiful girl…”
Oona couldn’t speak. She was so full. Hell, she’d been full nearly an hour ago. But Daisy was relentless. The praise kept coming, and so did the food. And the food was so good…
“Last bite, say aaaah…”
Oona’s mouth was on autopilot. She couldn’t have refused Daisy’s order if she wanted to—which she didn’t.
As she chewed, Daisy nuzzled her face in her enormous body with moans of pleasure. “Such a good girl…”
Oona knew what was coming next. Daisy was always her most enthusiastic in bed after Oona let her stuff her silly. As was often the case, Oona knew she’d be too full to do more than lie there as Daisy pleasured them both, exhausted from what felt like endless hours of delicious food.
“You were so good finishing all your dinner…”
Oona’s sex throbbed. This was the best part.
“You deserve some dessert.”
Wait, what? What did her unhinged, beautiful, perfect girlfriend just say? Surely she wasn’t going to give Oona more food? If she ate a single bite of ice cream, she would explode.
Daisy climbed onto the back of the couch. Moving slowly, careful not to put even the slightest bit of pressure onto Oona’s tight stomach, Daisy lowered herself above her chest. Lifting her loose skirt, Daisy presented herself to Oona.
“You’re still a little hungry, aren’t you, big girl?”
Oona’s stomach gurgled greedily as if she hadn’t been filling it with food for hours. Too tight and aching to even shrug, Oona opened her mouth, reaching her tongue toward Daisy.
Daisy brought herself to Oona’s mouth, bracing one hand against the wall and clutching her head with the other. “Yes, that’s it!” She moaned.
Oona ate. Sure, her girlfriend was weird. Some might call her a freak. Whatever goddess had granted her wish must have a twisted sense of humor. Oona couldn’t bring herself to care.
“That’s it, baby… Eat up…”