I've got a pretty good memory as far as women's bodies go, so I couldn't help but notice when one of my fellow students became a lot thinner all of the sudden. As in, a lot thinner. From chubster to skinny girl over the course of a couple days. She looked better, but there is a limit to how much weight you can safely lose all at once, and she had busted past that and proceeded several stages beyond it. She had probably lost thirty or forty pounds in an incredibly short period of time.

I did give her a once over with my x-ray vision so I could make sure she hadn't ingested some of those meteor rocks somehow, but when that failed to find anything - or even any signs of parasites in her stomach, not that those actually work - I went over to her, just planning to talk and get some info. "Hey," I said, startling her and making her jerk and twist around to face me.

"Oh! Dick! Hi," she said, giving me a nervous smile as she looked up at me. She definitely looked pretty nice now that she had lost all that weight. Her hand nervously rose to wiggle its fingers at me, then fell a moment later.

"J..." I trailed off as I tried to remember her name. It was definitely a J name. "Just checking in on you. You, uh, look like you lost a lot of weight. Like, a lot of weight," I said, looking down at her. "Seriously. Are you okay?"

She gulped at that. "Fine," she said, in a voice that made it incredibly obvious that she definitely wasn't fine.

"Hey." I gently put my hand on her shoulder, making my grip firm. "Seriously. You look like you lost forty pounds since Monday. That's not healthy."

She smiled nervously at that. "Thanks for your concern, Dick, but I'm fine."

"Look, I can only imagine how hard it is, losing weight - I've never really gained enough to have to fight to lose it - but there's no miracles. Your body burns maybe two or three thousand calories a day, if you're really active. That's one pound. There's some water weight you can piss out early on, to speed up how fast you lose, but to lose forty pounds in three days means there is something seriously wrong with you. You need to go to the nurse."

"I don't-"

"I will physically drag you to the nurse myself, if I have to," I told her, my voice getting firm. Her lips curled up again at that, maybe taking my concern as more than it was, but I didn't give a fuck. If she lost forty pounds of fat in three days, well - where were the next forty pounds going to come from? "Come on," I said, after a second, and she let me drag her over to the nurse's office.

She had been 153 when the week had started, according to her - now she was 116. The nurse was suitably concerned, and she was soon taken to the hospital. I gave her my number so she could call me if she needed something, or somebody to talk to. It also gave me an excuse to get her name, claiming I wasn't sure how to spell it in my contacts - Jodi, as it turned out. It had started with a J.

Over the next week, Jodi sent me a few texts from the hospital, some practical, some more flirty. Apparently, she had to have her stomach pumped, and her body was struggling to keep fat on, but they managed to find a treatment plan that had her safely walking around without hemorrhaging any more weight. So, subject to daily check ups with the school nurse and weekly check ups with outpatient care, she was allowed out. All I could do was pat myself on the back for saving her life - and reap the natural rewards, as she came to talk to me after classes were out.

"Hey," she said. "Thanks for helping me out. Nobody else did," she said, her hand going for mine, giving it a squeeze.

I could tell she was taking my concern as more than it was. "I would have done it for anybody, Jodi. Don't feel like I singled you out or anything, but I'm glad you're doing better."

"I get it," she said. "You're not the kind of guy who settles for a girl like me."

"I don't settle for any girl," I told her, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Look, let's get out of school, I want some fresh air."

"Oh. Alright."

Less than ten minutes later, we were back at my place, Jodi readily stripping herself naked for me.

She was definitely hot, now that she'd lost that weight. Obviously I wouldn't recommend a weight loss plan like hers to anybody, but still, she looked a lot better at 107lbs than she had at 153. A nice, toned stomach, and lithe and limber limbs, mid-length blonde hair. She had that former fat girl energy, for obvious reasons, where she obviously enjoyed having her body appreciated way, way more than a girl who had always looked the way she did would. You know how it is - if the chick has always been hot, she's inured to compliments, if it's her first time being hot, then every one is an unexpected delight. It's just a useful trick with women, don't compliment them on what everybody else appreciates, compliment them on the things other people don't appreciate. Their intelligence. Their sense of humor. Whatever it is. If they have big tits or a nice ass, they've heard that before.

Unless they used to be fat. Which is why my hands were happily running across her taut stomach. "You look so good," I told her, breathless, as she continued to strip herself naked. She gulped at the compliment. "I'm sure you could have lost that weight on your own, you were trying so hard. What happened was a bit of a cheat, but you shouldn't try to make it happen a second time," I told her, and she smiled.

"You're so nice to me," she said, her voice soft as my hands slid their way up to her pert breasts. They'd gone down a few cup sizes, for obvious reasons, but they felt great anyway.

"I don't think it's that nice to make sure a girl doesn't literally die from her body cannibalizing itself," I told her, giving her tits a gentle squeeze. She bit her lip again, that cute expression appearing on her blushing cheeks all over. She definitely had sensitive tits. One hand continued to caress her breast, the other sliding down her stomach, making its way between her thighs to tease her clit, but she jerked in response to my fingers brushing directly against her clit - as if it was way too much for her. I guess she was one of those girls with a super sensitive clit. I drew my hand back from directly stimulating her clit, to instead rub a half-inch or so away, stimulating her clit through her bare flesh.

"Ah, ahm, nobody, else, was worried," she got out, and I leaned down to kiss her, making her sigh as she trembled there, just getting groped and played with by me. I could see her toes curl under her as I kept playing with her body like that, and I decided to make her come before actually taking my cock out, intensifying my work, learning what she liked most, as my lips mashed against hers, as my tongue slid into her mouth, brushed against her gums, teased her teeth. She just shivered beneath my attentions, her lips parted, her breathing ragged against my own.

It took a couple minutes of work for me to get her off. She definitely had a really sensitive clit, and while it meant I couldn't directly stimulate it, I could still tease it through rubbing at her pubic mound, and that was enough to drive her up and over the edge in a short period of time. She moaned happily at the contact, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she came, moaning and jerking in my arms.

I watched and enjoyed it. It's always nice to make a girl come before she's actually done anything to you - it makes her extra grateful and willing to put in the work to make sure you come. Unless she's just a shitty lover, I guess, but girls like that aren't worth your time anyway. When her orgasm was finished, I pulled back from the kiss, my hard cock twitching in my pants. "You ever sucked a dick before?" In my experience, former fat girls were almost always top notch cocksuckers, if they were actually experienced. She just blushed and shook her head. Ah well. "That's fine."

I considered how it would be best to fuck her, as I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it up and off. Her eyes wandered my increasingly naked body with undisguised lust. Blowjobs were fun, she could definitely learn, and she'd probably be enthusiastic - girls like her generally were. On the other hand, giving her a hard fucking would also be pretty nice. A fat girl who's never sucked a dick is basically always a virgin, and I do like making sure that girls have the best first time I can give them...

I decided to split the difference, as my cock popped into view. "Why don't you lube me up?" I asked her, and she just blinked at me in confusion. Not even enough porno to know what I meant? I put a hand on her shoulder. "Get it nice and wet. I'm big, so you'll want to make it as easy as possible," I explained, as I directed her to kneel in front of me.

It took her a second to understand what I was saying, but she swallowed and nodded, considering my cock for a long few seconds before finally starting to salivate, getting above it and holding it in just such a way that her saliva dribbled down onto my dick. She looked up at me for approval, blue eyes searching for any sign I was bothered by what she was doing, and my cock throbbed in her hand as she worked my dick over, as her fingers slid up and down my length, smearing more and more saliva into my length.

Obviously, though, I didn't just want her to drool on it as she gave me a handjob, even if that was a more effective way to lube me up, so after thirty seconds or so, once my cock had become pretty thoroughly coated in her spit, I gently put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her down, rubbing the tip of my cock against her lips. "Open up," I told her, and she did, letting her mouth fall open, my cock pushing its way inside.

I couldn't actually get deep in her mouth. Only the first two or three inches of my cock could be safely deposited in her mouth without making her gag, leaving most of my length outside her pretty mouth. She stared up at me nervously, looking for approval, and I just softly pet her. "Lick it," I ordered.

Her tongue started to lash at the underside of my cock, then, slithering, slapping against it. Her hands shifted - one hand been stroking my cock before, but now both were firmly planted on my thigh, helping her keep up that position as her tongue swished back and forth, forward and back. I just enjoyed the feeling of it, my cock twitching in her mouth, as she showed off a surprising degree of flexibility with her tongue, and an unsurprising degree of enthusiasm as a cocksucker, slurping noisily on my dick all the while, saliva dribbling down out of her mouth intermittently and staining her chin as she knelt, naked, in front of me.

Then her tongue, in its enthusiasm, stretched a hell of a lot longer than I think either of us expected, slapping all the way down to my balls. I just blinked at the sight of it. It felt nice, obviously, but it was definitely insanely long -

"Sorry, sorry," she said, suddenly pulling herself up off my cock, covering her mouth. "I don't know what happened!" Meteor rocks, presumably.

"It's fine, babe," I told her. "You were just trying to lick me extra well, and really coat my dick in spit, right?" She nodded rapidly, desperate for me to 'forgive' her. "Then it's just a cool little thing you can do to make me feel better," I explained, gently grasping the back of her head and pushing her back onto my cock. If she could do something like that, well - I was curious if she could do anything else. And even if she couldn't, I definitely wanted to see all the fun things that tongue of hers could do given free reign.

It took her a few seconds to really trust that I was okay with what had happened, but eventually she seemed to accept that it wasn't worth a conversation, and her tongue started to gingerly, slowly, nervously, slide forward along the underside of my cock. One inch. Two inch. Three inch. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. It finally reached the very base of my dick, tapping at my balls nervously, and then, almost like a very well-trained, wet, and friendly snake, it slithered out that extra inch, wrapping around my balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.

I groaned at that, my finger on the back of her head tightening. There was such a temptation to try to push down her throat at that point, some base response from my body to try to finish getting off after getting teased, but Jodi surprised me by letting her jaw stretch wide - inhumanly wide, in fact - and just sucking my cock all the way down her throat in a single swift movement. "That's really good, Jodi," I breathed out, my legs shuddering as she deepthroated me, her nose pushed into my pelvis as she did so. There was a note of genuine pride in her eyes, as she stared up at me. "You're a good cocksucker, especially considering it's your first time. Those tricks of yours are amazing for sex, thanks for showing them off."

She glugged wetly around my dick by way of reply, just swallowing around my length. I just grinned, enjoying the movements of her flexible tongue around my cock, her lips smacking wetly, her cheeks hollowing sharply, creating an ever more intense pressure on my dick, with each passing second growing stronger and stronger. There was a wild look in her eyes, like she was pleading for my cum, like she actually needed it, like she was literally hungry for cum, and it was hot as hell, making me grab the back of her head and start to buck my hips against her face, spit-slick balls slapping her chin over and over from the movements.

Naturally, at that point, with her tongue wriggling around and around on my cock, corkscrewing my length in her mouth, her throat swallowing, her cheeks hollowing from sheer force, it didn't take long for me to come right down her throat. There was a shiver of satisfaction from her as I deposited my cum directly into her stomach, and it was more than just some raw, psychological thing, the bliss of making your partner feel good. It was like she could actually feel it as the cum splashed down in her stomach.

I peeled out at that point, and she gasped, panting for air as she stared up at me, her cheeks pink, her naked body on full display for me. She looked hot as hell, fresh and raring to go, so I just grabbed her under the armpits. "Your cum's, fucking, amazing," she got out, as I put her on the edge of the bed, her ass in the air, her shoulders and upper body allowed to rest against the mattress. With a clit as sensitive as hers, doggy style would be the best position. "I felt, so hungry for a second, and then it was in me, and I, just..." she exhaled softly in satisfaction.

"Maybe I'll feed it to you again, later," I told her, rubbing the tip of my cock against her sex. "Unless you don't want me to actually pop your cherry?" It would be pretty hot to have a girl that was just a suckslut, I suppose.

She shook her head, though. "Please, fuck me, Dick," she said, and I pushed my way inside her, making her moan softly, her back arching as her fingers tangled up on the sheets under her. I took my time sliding in, and she groaned in pleasure at the feeling, her hips twisting just a mite in response to the sensation of my cock plugging her up. It felt pretty damn good on my end, just sliding into a tight, wet, virgin pussy. Whatever had sloughed off all that weight had left her behind with some decent muscles, because her inner walls started to grip and squeeze me as soon as I got even halfway inside her, lewd pants escaping her throat.

Still, you have to take your time and really enjoy yourself, when you're fucking a girl for the first time. If you go slower than a girl likes, she'll tell you to ramp it up sooner or later, one way or another - if you go faster than she likes, you can ruin the whole vibe all at once. So I just gripped her hips in either hand, taking my time to push my entire cock inside her. As I hit her deepest points, she gasped and squirmed, my balls perhaps subtly rubbing at her clit and giving her that intense pleasure she could barely stand, one leg kicking up behind her.

"Feels good?" I asked her, and she just nodded, wriggling in place. I paid careful attention to her breath, to her heartbeat, to every little movement of that lithe body of hers, and I was soon rotating my hips, rolling my cock inside her in the process, really making her gasp and squirm. She was clearly more into a rotational movement than a back and forth one, and with the way her pussy was clamping down intermittently on my cock as her eyes rolled around to look back at me, nearly in disbelief - well, I could hardly be said to dislike it either.

"It's so much better, than touching, myself," she told me, which is a compliment every guy loves to hear, especially me.

"I'll bet, babe," I told her, continuing to rub my cock all over her insides, stimulating her extra hard. She bit her lip again, straining not to make too much noise, as she came hard on my cock, spasming in place, pussy clamping down hard. It was cute, seeing the way she wiggled in place, hips bucking back into me, her heart rate accelerating as pleasure overtook her. Her fingers clawed frantically at the blanket beneath her, and she started to really rub her tits into the bed, trying to get out that little extra bit of stimulation to intensify her pleasure.

I decided to do much the same, one hand sliding up to grope one of her tits, the other sliding down her stomach towards her pelvis, avoiding direct stimulation to her clit, but getting at it subtly, gently, by rubbing at her pubic mound. Even as she came down from her orgasm, her breathing was rapid and ragged, desperate little inhalations and exhalations intended to allow her to handle an ever-intensifying feeling, as I found all her weak points and rubbed them just so. "Godddd," she got out, before coming again, her eyes rolling up as she spasmed in place, having orgasmed a second time in less than a minute from after her first left her.

At that point, I felt fairly confident I had a good sense of what she liked, but I definitely wasn't physically enjoying what was happening very much - it wasn't her fault, it was just that her tastes were to stimulate her, and my tastes were to stimulate me. So I started to fuck her properly at that point, slowly sliding out, wiggling my hips a bit to make it feel good for her, and using my hands to make up the difference, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she got fucked like that.

"You feel real nice, Jodi," I told her, and she bit her lip, nodding rapidly in response to the intense sensation, the tight, snug fit of my cock in her pussy meaning every inch back I moved, was like a pulse of ever-intensifying pleasure. "Tight around my cock. I hope you're enjoying yourself too." She had decided to keep quiet during sex, but, obviously, any guy likes to hear a girl's dirty talk, no matter what it is, or how dumb it is. Hell, the dumber the better, honestly - makes it feel more like she's getting stupid from your cock. "Come on. Talk to me, Jodi," I said, when even that subtle prompting failed.

"Ah, ahm?" She sputtered out, confused on what she was even supposed to do or say.

"How are you feeling right now?" I prompted.

"Good," she got out. Good fucking Lord. I stopped my movement inside her pussy altogether, not even wiggling my hips. She started to try to wiggle her hips, but I clamped down. "What, huh?" She asked, turning her gaze around to me, seemingly dumbfounded by me stopping in the middle.

"You need to speak up. Your mouth works, Jodi. Tell me, do you like it when I fuck you?" Jodi nodded. "Talk, or I'll pull out, we can both get dressed and go our separate ways."

"Sorry!" She squeaked. "I like it! I like it when you fuck me, and when you push it in, and when you wiggle it around, and-" I pushed back inside her at that point, just a mite faster than last time, rotating my hips to intensify her pleasure. "Ahhh," she panted out, as my hand groped her sensitive breast, as my other finger pushed indirectly against her sensitive clit. I paused with my cock buried all the way inside, and then - "It's good! It's so good in me, it's big, and it feels good, and you're really good at it!"

I smiled at that, enjoying her almost comically fumbling dirty talk, as I started to gingerly fuck her, keeping my pace cautious, not going too fast, continuing the rotating movement of my hips that she liked so much. Her fingers dug into the mattress under her, and I kept going... and going... and going, fucking her as she came over and over again. With the slow pace, though, there was no chance of me orgasming any time soon, so I could really take my time with her, just relishing the feeling of her spasming on my cock, her flailing attempts at dirty talk: "It's big!" "It's good!" "It's so goood!" "I like it!" "I want more!"

Eventually, I got tired of it, though. Making a girl come her brains out on your cock only has so much appeal - you also want to nut yourself, at some point. I pulled out of her pussy, grabbed her, and twisted her around so she was kneeling in front of my dick. Apparently the talk about liking me coming down her throat, wasn't just play, because she stretched her mouth impossibly wide and just took me to the base, staring up at me as she deepthroated me.

I gave her what she clearly wanted, naturally: a nice load of cum right into her stomach. When I was completely spent, I popped her off. She spoke up again. "Is that it?"

"Yeah. It was good," I told her, giving her head a pat. The sex proper was obviously better for her than it was for me, but she had real potential as a fellatrix.

She let out a soft breath, leaning back against the bed as I stood over her. "I... don't know what's up with the... tongue, or jaw thing," she said.

"Probably some meteor rock crap."

"...huh?" She asked, her brow furrowing.

"Right, so, uhh, you remember the guy at the plant? He caused mini-quakes when he had seizures. Meteor rock poisoning. Dunno the results on Coach, but he saunaed with meteor rocks. Then... well anyway, point is, meteor rocks do weird shit to people's bodies. You lost forty pounds in like three days, and your jaw unhinges now. It's probably related." I didn't actually know that Booker or Caroline had gotten their powers from meteor rocks, but, probably.

"Oh. I think there were some in the soil we use in our greenhouse," she said, her expression having a deep frown. "I didn't eat any myself!" She added, quickly.

"Well, apparently eating food grown in meteor rock contaminated soil is enough to fuck you up, then," I explained, with a shrug. What else was there to say? Her expression was fairly intense, as she contemplated that. "So, uh, try not to eat anything grown in that soil and hope this passes, I guess."

"Yeah. I'm definitely throwing out my shakes, if that - the doctors said I would probably have died in a few days, if I hadn't gone to the hospital. Thank you."

"No problem, babe," I said, giving her head a gentle pat. With her still at dick height, and her clearly loving getting my cum down her throat, well... "Want to give me another blowjob, to pay me back for all those orgasms?" Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded quickly. I was pretty sure she wasn't even doing it as reciprocation, at that point.

Richelle looked at her pet tarantula, Sophie. Was it really a good idea to keep a tarantula when Big Dick had finally started to become interested in her? He hadn't just fucked her, they'd also talked about shared interests. It was finally happening. She knew it was God's plan for them to be together. It had to be. She even had almost the same name as him already - Richard, Richelle. They just naturally went together.

He'd had sex with her a couple more times, since that first one. He also had sex with her mom, which she didn't really like at all. She knew he was sleeping with lots of other girls, which she definitely didn't like, since they were going to get married and have a bunch of babies together. (She'd find out how many he wanted. She would be fine with any number, but she knew he'd want at least one, since otherwise why would God make them so naturally perfect together?) But he'd understand soon enough, he didn't need other women.

Part of that was becoming more mature, more of a woman that he would like. Savannah's help had gotten her foot in the door, with doing her hair right and dressing up and putting on makeup (her mother thought makeup was a form of lying, but Savannah said it was more like a way of showing a man you care, which Richelle definitely did), but she had to keep becoming more attractive to Big Dick. That was what he liked to go by. She understood why. His cock was so amazing...

But if she wanted to be his wife, well, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who would want a pet spider. She had to meet him in the middle. She would be a mature, proper woman, who could see to his needs, and he would stop sleeping with other women. She sighed. "Alright, Sophie," she said, gently reaching her hand into the cage, offering it to her pet to clamber up on. Sophie dutifully did so, crawling along her upper arm, letting her switch her between arms as Richelle went out to the back yard. She then put her hand down on the ground, but Sophie didn't crawl down. "Sophie, come on. Shoo, shoo," she said, waving her hand at Sophie, blowing at her with her mouth, but Sophie kept going up. "Come on!" She didn't want to hurt Sophie, but the spider was crawling up towards her shoulder by that point.

Then it bit her, making her let out a small eek of pain. She flicked Sophie off at that point, her generosity temporarily gone. She sighed as she looked at the bite mark. Tarantula bites were better than bee stings, but still, it would probably leave a welt. She looked at Sophie as the spider skittered rapidly away, seeking out some new, safe place, and turned to go back inside.

She just got bitten by a spider. If this were a comic book, she'd get Spider-Man's powers. A snort escaped her nose at that random, goofy thought. Still, it brought a smile to her lips. She just had to figure out how to get Big Dick to stop sleeping with other women.

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