Jerry Thomas
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~FFA, SSBHM, Romance - A shy college student faces up to her hidden preferences.
Katie chewed on her fingernails and looked around nervously at her classmates. Brushing back a lock of white hair in irritation, Professor Quinn hurriedly erased the blackboard from the previous class and took his place behind the podium, ready to begin his lecture on the Literature of Elizabethan England. About fifteen students were seated around a U-shaped table in the small classroom. It was an advanced course for seniors, and they were the few who had survived three years of English lit without deciding to change majors to something more practical and lucrative.
It was one of the most boring classes in Katies college career, but it was a required course so she had no choice. The only thing in the crowded room that held her attention was sitting directly across from her. His name was Mickey and he was the most gorgeous hunk of man she had ever laid eyes on. Her female counterparts didnt bother to waste a second look at him, but to Katie he was the kind of guy she fantasized about in bed late at night when she couldnt sleep.
Once again, she caught herself staring at him and hoped the others hadnt noticed the intensity of her interest. She glanced at their bored, passive faces and felt relieved. They didnt seem to have a clue about her extreme crush for Mickey. It was embarrassing, but she couldnt resist. She was incurably attracted to him, and to guys like him. Big guys with roll upon roll of soft, squeezable flab. Guys who had outgrown their clothing, so that it clung to their oversized bodies, revealing every bulge and curve. Fat guys. The fatter, the better. And Mickey was undeniably the fattest person in the classroom. In fact, weighing in at 438 pounds, he was almost certainly the fattest person, male or female, on the whole college campus.
Mickey tried to take notes and concentrate on what Quinn was babbling on about. . . . Marlowe preceded his German colleague Goethe in adapting the legend of Dr. Faustus for literary purposes; however, in contrast to Goethe, his subject matter was chiefly characterized by . . . He shifted his weight on the wooden chair and heard it creak. His thoughts kept wandering to other things, things that made him profoundly depressed. He thought about his weight and convinced himself that the entire female world was conspiring against him to make sure he never, ever had sex with any of its members.
But can you really blame them? a nagging little voice said in his head. Fat guys dont get laid, you know that, Mickey. Either get with the program and lose some of that blubber, or resign yourself to a life of celibacy and loneliness.
Unfortunately for Mickey, he loved to eat. And the unhappier and more depressed he became, the more he ate. Food became a way of compensating for his sense of deprivation. It was a vicious circle: the more he ate, the fatter he got, and the fatter he got, the more remote the possibility that he would ever see any action with one of the hotties in that classroom, or anywhere else for that matter.
Usually they just ignored him, or dismissed him with an ego-deflating remark whenever he worked up the courage to risk a half-hearted come on. But the worst thing of all was when they stared at him, as if they couldnt believe that any man could be as horribly fat as he was.
Take Katie, for example. Every day she sat directly across from him and he often spied her staring more or less openly at his huge body. Take a picture, why dont ya? She wasnt the prettiest girl in class; she was somewhat flat-chested and had limp stringy hair that looked like it could use a wash. But she had gentle doe-like brown eyes and delicate features that lent her thin face a demure charm. Mickey knew that even with her he didnt stand a snowballs chance in hell.
Katie lingered after class, hoping she would finally get up the nerve to talk to him, but as usual she found herself at a loss for words and she chickened out. What would she say to him anyway? Hey, Mickey, Im really wild about your big fat bod?
Instead, she just stood there and watched him sway those beautiful round buttocks as he lumbered away down the corridor. He has a way of moving that is just so cool, she thought. He walks in a slow, dignified way, like a king; yes, just like a big Polynesian king. She tried to imagine what he would look like without his shirt on.
Incredible, isnt he? She jumped at the sound of Vanessas voice behind her. Oh my God, she knows! She noticed me positively drooling over him!
I mean, its amazing that any guy can actually be such a chunk, Vanessa continued. How much do you think he weighs? 300? 400? More?
Oh, I would have no idea, Katie replied evasively. Why dont you ask him?
Maybe I will. Maybe three of us should get together and take him out. Theres enough of him there for each of us, dont you think? He must weigh as much as three guys put together.
Yeah sure, Vanessa. That would be funny, wouldnt it? Three girls on a date with a big fat guy like that. Katie was relieved that Vanessa hadnt seen through her secret.
Well, gotta go, Kat. Maybe we can cruise for some real guys this weekend. Guys with muscles, not flab.
Katie watched her with a look full of hatred. Shallow bitch! So smug, so sure of herself. He seems like a really nice guy. So what if hes fat? It hurt her to hear Vanessa put Mickey down, and she was even more upset with herself because she pretended to agree with her. And yet, to be honest, she realized that most girls on campus would say the same things about him.
Coming Out
by Jerry Thomas
Katie chewed on her fingernails and looked around nervously at her classmates. Brushing back a lock of white hair in irritation, Professor Quinn hurriedly erased the blackboard from the previous class and took his place behind the podium, ready to begin his lecture on the Literature of Elizabethan England. About fifteen students were seated around a U-shaped table in the small classroom. It was an advanced course for seniors, and they were the few who had survived three years of English lit without deciding to change majors to something more practical and lucrative.
It was one of the most boring classes in Katies college career, but it was a required course so she had no choice. The only thing in the crowded room that held her attention was sitting directly across from her. His name was Mickey and he was the most gorgeous hunk of man she had ever laid eyes on. Her female counterparts didnt bother to waste a second look at him, but to Katie he was the kind of guy she fantasized about in bed late at night when she couldnt sleep.
Once again, she caught herself staring at him and hoped the others hadnt noticed the intensity of her interest. She glanced at their bored, passive faces and felt relieved. They didnt seem to have a clue about her extreme crush for Mickey. It was embarrassing, but she couldnt resist. She was incurably attracted to him, and to guys like him. Big guys with roll upon roll of soft, squeezable flab. Guys who had outgrown their clothing, so that it clung to their oversized bodies, revealing every bulge and curve. Fat guys. The fatter, the better. And Mickey was undeniably the fattest person in the classroom. In fact, weighing in at 438 pounds, he was almost certainly the fattest person, male or female, on the whole college campus.
* * *
Mickey tried to take notes and concentrate on what Quinn was babbling on about. . . . Marlowe preceded his German colleague Goethe in adapting the legend of Dr. Faustus for literary purposes; however, in contrast to Goethe, his subject matter was chiefly characterized by . . . He shifted his weight on the wooden chair and heard it creak. His thoughts kept wandering to other things, things that made him profoundly depressed. He thought about his weight and convinced himself that the entire female world was conspiring against him to make sure he never, ever had sex with any of its members.
But can you really blame them? a nagging little voice said in his head. Fat guys dont get laid, you know that, Mickey. Either get with the program and lose some of that blubber, or resign yourself to a life of celibacy and loneliness.
Unfortunately for Mickey, he loved to eat. And the unhappier and more depressed he became, the more he ate. Food became a way of compensating for his sense of deprivation. It was a vicious circle: the more he ate, the fatter he got, and the fatter he got, the more remote the possibility that he would ever see any action with one of the hotties in that classroom, or anywhere else for that matter.
Usually they just ignored him, or dismissed him with an ego-deflating remark whenever he worked up the courage to risk a half-hearted come on. But the worst thing of all was when they stared at him, as if they couldnt believe that any man could be as horribly fat as he was.
Take Katie, for example. Every day she sat directly across from him and he often spied her staring more or less openly at his huge body. Take a picture, why dont ya? She wasnt the prettiest girl in class; she was somewhat flat-chested and had limp stringy hair that looked like it could use a wash. But she had gentle doe-like brown eyes and delicate features that lent her thin face a demure charm. Mickey knew that even with her he didnt stand a snowballs chance in hell.
* * *
Katie lingered after class, hoping she would finally get up the nerve to talk to him, but as usual she found herself at a loss for words and she chickened out. What would she say to him anyway? Hey, Mickey, Im really wild about your big fat bod?
Instead, she just stood there and watched him sway those beautiful round buttocks as he lumbered away down the corridor. He has a way of moving that is just so cool, she thought. He walks in a slow, dignified way, like a king; yes, just like a big Polynesian king. She tried to imagine what he would look like without his shirt on.
Incredible, isnt he? She jumped at the sound of Vanessas voice behind her. Oh my God, she knows! She noticed me positively drooling over him!
I mean, its amazing that any guy can actually be such a chunk, Vanessa continued. How much do you think he weighs? 300? 400? More?
Oh, I would have no idea, Katie replied evasively. Why dont you ask him?
Maybe I will. Maybe three of us should get together and take him out. Theres enough of him there for each of us, dont you think? He must weigh as much as three guys put together.
Yeah sure, Vanessa. That would be funny, wouldnt it? Three girls on a date with a big fat guy like that. Katie was relieved that Vanessa hadnt seen through her secret.
Well, gotta go, Kat. Maybe we can cruise for some real guys this weekend. Guys with muscles, not flab.
Katie watched her with a look full of hatred. Shallow bitch! So smug, so sure of herself. He seems like a really nice guy. So what if hes fat? It hurt her to hear Vanessa put Mickey down, and she was even more upset with herself because she pretended to agree with her. And yet, to be honest, she realized that most girls on campus would say the same things about him.
