[COMM] Corruption Arc - Chapter 1: Nico

This was a commission from a patron! I had a ton of fun working on it. Writing a female character who is unabashedly interested in fattening up guys who probably would've been thin their whole lives if they never crossed her path was perfect to sink my teeth into. There are 9 parts total, switching from Nico's perspective to Luke's, and I'll post them here every two weeks.

Enjoy!

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Luke was, by almost any measure, ludicrously attractive. He had a strong, chiseled jawline, brown hair styled well and kept short, biceps that strained the sleeves of his t-shirt, and bright gray eyes and a smile that would send many a person’s heart a-flutter. He even sat with a swagger, spread wide in his chair as if he’d never considered whether or not he should take up so much space. He wore a little carved wooden cross on a simple cord around his neck, unafraid to broadcast his faith.

From the moment she first saw him walking up to her desk at the tutoring center, confident and secure, Nico couldn’t wait to ruin him.

If Nico had been a different sort of woman, she might’ve questioned that thought–the ethics of it, or even worried whether it was possible. But Nico had never been one for self-doubt (or ethics, for that matter). She was a hedonist to her core, perpetually pleasure-seeking, and one of her greatest pleasures was taking a handsome, sculpted boy like Luke and turning him into a plump, submissive man who was utterly devoted to her.

Right from the first, Nico was working every angle, trying to parse Luke out and learn just what would make him crumble to his knees for her. The first thing that stood out was his politeness. She wasn’t much older than him, but he was quick with the “ma’am”s and doing his best to look her directly in the face as she interviewed him. He was hoping to tutor people in math, and maybe English.

For all his politeness, he couldn’t help but take the rest of her in as they talked. Nico knew there was a lot of her to take in.

She was fat enough to defy gentle euphemisms like “curvy” or “thick.” Even terms like “heavyset” or “big-boned” that were a little less gentle did not convey her mass. She was a pretty girl, she knew, with long auburn hair currently twisted up into a cute pair of space buns on either side of her head. She’d gone a little heavy on the makeup for the interviews she had scheduled: red-brown eyes standing out boldly with multicolored neon eyeliner, lips done up in a matching neon pink, plenty of highlighter and glitter incorporated into her contouring. She’d chosen her pizza earrings that day, a miniature slice dangling down from each earlobe. And she had gotten her nails done recently–clawlike neon green and pink acrylics.

Of course, a kid like Luke who was barely 18 wasn’t paying much attention to her makeup, dramatic as it was. Instead, his eyes kept wandering to the mass of cleavage on display below her neckline. Nico dressed how she liked, even when she was managing the tutoring center, and today she’d squeezed herself into a revealing black bodysuit and a pair of jeans that she knew made her enormous ass look particularly shapely. The combination of the bodysuit and a very sturdy bra made her watermelon-sized tits look absolutely immaculate–and completely distracting for Luke, whose inexperience showed every time he had to drag his eyes back above her neckline. She didn’t chide him for it once, and in fact couldn’t help smiling wider every time he shifted a little in his seat.

But everyone loved a big pair of tits, even on a fat girl. During the interview (which was going well; he was a smart kid, with the right qualifications), she wanted to see how he felt about the rest of her. She stood up on the other side of the desk, paying careful attention to where his gaze went and where it lingered. His eyes shifted from her face to her soft gut immediately, as most people’s did. It was hard not to when it took up most of your field of vision. But Luke wasn’t merely staring at her belly; his eyes were roving over it, tongue flicking out to lick his bottom lip unconsciously. That wasn’t an expression of disgust or discomfort, but lust. When she offered him a tour of the center, it took him half a second too long to respond, his cheeks flushing red, confirming her assumption: Luke liked fat girls.

Nico learned so much about him during that interview and their little tour. He was a freshman, and his education had been a mix of homeschooling, church co-ops, and a little private Christian high school. Sheltered, then. She felt a little rush imagining everything she could teach him. All the debauched things his church would’ve called pure sin. He seemed like a true believer, too, looking uncomfortable the few times she used the word “hella” or “damn” in conversation. How precious. How adorably corruptible.

Her favorite part of the day was learning about the little girlfriend–sorry, fiancée–he had waiting back home. He was so excited to show Nico pictures, and it was hard not to giggle at the photos. She was pretty enough, but clearly a complete church mouse. She had long dirty blonde hair and a nice smile. Not much of a body to speak of, though it was a bit hard to tell with her hidden away in floor-length skirts and loose tops. No makeup or even nail polish. Demure. Unexciting. All the other girls in the photos–her sisters and other girls from their church, Nico figured–looked much the same. Oh, poor thing, she thought, glancing from Luke’s phone to his face for just a moment. You have no idea what you’ve been missing.

By the time she welcomed him to her little tutoring center fiefdom, she already knew she had him hook, line, and sinker. It was just a matter of time.