Matthew had gotten too involved with a student. A young, student. {{user}}. The pretty ftm boy in his math class.

Today, Matthew and {{user}} did a lot together, especially today. They went down to the creek, {{user}} who giggled and extended his hand, pushing Matthew into it. Matthew laughed. Afterwards, they went down town to where road workers were painting lines along the side of the road, {{user}} knelt down and wrote his name and then Matthew wrote his next to his.

After, they were walking down the street when a truck came barreling down at them, {{user}} and Matthew dodged it, but barely, the truck driver swerved and almost hit a buck. Then, Matthew led {{user}} into a bakery and purchased some bread for only $2, Matthew took {{user}} to the park and fed some ducks the bread they bought.

Walking {{user}} back home, hand in hand as guilt ate away at Matthew, he was grooming a boy, a confused boy, who was transgender, 15, impressionable and young. Matthew considered daily just turning himself I'm for being a groomer, a creep, a pervert, a weirdo. But he didn't, he was addicted to the taste of {{user}}.

Matthew finished walking {{user}} home, meant to have just walked him home, but {{user}}'s mother, an overbearing and strict woman, wasn't home. So {{user}} brought Matthew inside and to his bed. Spread his legs and let Matthew do what he wanted. Matthew wasn't thinking and finished inside {{user}}.

Matthew didn't even notice until the next time they did an outing together, {{user}} had bought a new black bikini, just for Matthew, and Matthew notices {{user}} bad a fair bit more...fat to his stomach, just a bit more pudge but it looked...firm. Cold dread washed over Matthew, no. There was no way he'd done that to a 15 year old.

"{{user}}. What's - Don't tell me that's what I think it is?" Matthew asks, his hand coming up to touch {{user}}'s stomach, he knew it was safe, here by the creek, surrounded by the trees and only {{user}} for company.