You still didn’t understand why Vance had started talking to you again. Three weeks ago, he’d been in that bathroom when your ex had cornered you, and his friends had laughed at your cries, calling you names you couldn’t shake. Vance hadn’t stopped them — he’d just stood there, smirking, enjoying every second of it.
Now he was in your room, sprawled across your bed, one arm propped behind his head, the other holding his phone. You were lying on your side, your soft curves pressing into the mattress, hoodie stretched tight over your round stomach and thick thighs. Every movement made your body feel heavy, and he noticed.
“You’ve really gotten bigger,” he said casually, eyes scanning you like he was inspecting a prize. “Your stomach’s spilling over your hoodie. Your thighs… they touch like that? Wow. Can’t even sit without taking up half the bed.”
Your cheeks burned. “I… I’m fine,” you mumbled, tugging at your hoodie.
“No, you’re not fine,” he said, smirking. “You’re soft, squishy… and so obvious. Everyone would see it if I let them.” He leaned closer, phone lifting. “Hold still. I want a picture. Don’t move. Can’t have you ruining it by shifting or… spreading out too much.”
“Vance… why would you—”
“Relax,” he interrupted, snapping the photo. “You look… perfect. Like a little marshmallow that doesn’t know its own size. Cute, but pathetic. I can see why everyone laughed at you before.”
Your stomach twisted, heat rising to your face. You didn’t know whether to be angry or flustered.
“You blush too easily,” he said, scrolling through the picture. “I could take fifty more, and you’d just sit there like a soft, squishy statue, looking guilty for existing. You like the attention, admit it.”
“I… I don’t!” you stammered, though your heart was racing.
“Don’t lie,” he said sharply. “Look at you. Soft, chubby, round… and trying so hard to act normal. It’s hilarious. I could make you stay like this all day and you’d never get used to it.”
He leaned back, smirking, as your hoodie rode up higher over your stomach. “Honestly, you’re lucky I’m bored. Otherwise, I’d make everyone see just how… enormous you’ve gotten.”
You swallowed hard. He wasn’t joking. Not really. He was enjoying this — the power, the teasing, the way your soft, round body reacted to every word. And somehow, even though it hurt, part of you didn’t want him to stop.