Mysterious Woes

Stretched

Stretch marks. Everywhere. All I see... Stretch marks and fat rolls. Gathered over the years of weight loss then rapid weight gain. Sagging size DD's with abominable rolls of white coated fat. Too big thighs, ass not that voluptuous and a mere 1.65 meter length.

A tear streaked my face as I gazed upon my form. 194 pounds of nothing but a wasted away woman. A bombed out shell housing nothing but pain. Gingerly I traced my largest stretch mark and cringed at the white blemish. Just as worthless as her mother had always said. Worthless and obese. A cry of despair escaped my already bloated rib-cage.

Nyela was still busying herself in the bathroom, giving me enough time to wallow in the self pity I don't deserve. I deserved no form of sympathy. Not from myself or the people around me. I brought this upon myself.

Another sob. More tears.

Thick, formless short hair... Dull blue eyes. A mind eating itself from the inside. Before I could register, I had hugged my arms around me, hiding away my far too large n*****s.

Maybe, just maybe, if I cover myself with more ink I'll love myself more. Maybe then I'll be beautiful. As if the six I have already isn't enough. They aren't, they don't make me beautiful just yet... Another piercing perhaps?

I didn't hear the tap turn off, didn't hear Nyela's footsteps. Self loathing made you oblivious it seems. God. She was perfect. In every way. Her stomach, her hair, her ass... Why she loved me was beyond comprehensible. I didn't deserve the love. One day she'll realize that I am a worthless cause and leave...

Arms wrapped around my farm and a all too sweet face showed itself over my shoulder. "What are you doing my love?" her voice was soft as feathers. "Oh you know, just checking to see if my tattoos are still fine." an obvious lie, but one she has to believe. "Well I'm clean now, so let's go to bed. Shall we?" she pulled me free from the mirror's grasp. "Let's." I tried mustering a smile, but more tears escaped my eyes. Another sob.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you in pain?" she stopped dead, turning me to face her. "Nothing. Nothing. I'm fine. I'm fine." hastily I pawed at my tears, trying to force them away. I failed. More tears. Bigger tears, worse sobs.

"Oh my sweet angel. What's wrong? How can I help you?" her voice held anguish, as if me being upset hurt her. "Look at me!!!" I hollered, outraged at my sign of weakness in front of her. "I'm a f*****g monster!! Look at me!!!" the room echoed with my words, with my self hatred. "I am looking Rosaline. I am always looking at you my sweet girl." she had whispered back. So soft, so sweet... I'm so unworthy of her love. "And don't you see a creature fouler than soot?" my voice trembled as I spoke.

"No. I see a goddess. One as pure as snow." she took both my hands at her words. It took all of me not to pull away. Her touch, so soft, poisoned my self love even further. "I'm not worthy of you..." I barely got out. "You are more worthy to me than the queen is to the throne. What brought this about?" clear concern in her eyes. I turned away. "They are so easy to find clothes for, small girls. So easy to find people who like them. I have a poisoned body, an uncanny mind. I dress as if it is a funeral every day... I don't fit. I never have."

"My dear Rosaline..." she cooed as she drew me closer to the bed. "If this is about people, then they don't matter. You matter. Size does not determine happiness, and if it does, you should be happiest of them all. You are beautiful beyond reach. So stunning indeed that I fear you my leave me for my lack of good visage." she quirked a smile. Her smile. A gentle touch to her smooth face. The gods smiled on her when she was created.

"Now come to bed with me..." she tugged me closer. Not a s****l notion. Not in the slightest. Simply a way of saying that tomorrow I'll feel better. But I won't. "How can you love me?" I whispered, once sitting on the bed. Thighs bulging at the sides. Horrible thighs. Tears slipped free again.

Nyela had enough. She yanked me to face her and kissed my lips desperately. Welcoming the notion, I plunged my hands deep into her black long hair. Fluid as oil, she pulled me underneath her, giving her a gull view of my breasts. She broke the kiss and whispered "You are more than I have ever asked for. Better even than the high I get from flying. Let me prove that. Let me make you feel what I feel every time I look at you." Nyela was determined. A fierce storm trapped in human flesh, yet she loved me as if I was the only thing keeping her here on earth. I nodded.

She grabbed my hips with force unlike herself. Slowly, gently, unlike her grip, she started kissing my cheeks, then to my jaw and down my neck. At the base of my throat Nyela left a butterfly kiss. By this point simply her touch drove me insane. Her fingers left my thighs and leisurely traveled up my stomach. They came to rest on my n*****s. She tugged and rolled my peeks with the pads of her thumb and index fingers. My back arched as a low moan escaped my lips. A long, sleek sound. "God. You are intoxicating." she breathed, before plunging her mouth to mine. Our tongues danced in battle, but I let her win, just so I can feel her dominating me.

Soon she shoved my arms above my head and with a press from her fingers I knew I shouldn't move. We broke the kiss. Nyela crawled backward, down between my legs. Her head stopped at my feet. Tantalizingly relaxed, butterfly kisses started from my ankle upward. Every cell in my body screamed for more. Gently, she lifted my leg so that she could kiss the underside of my knee, where stretch marks lay in waiting.

I moaned, bucking my hips. With a steel grip, she pushed my hips down, keeping her hands on the line where my hips merges with my thighs. By now, her lips were halfway up my thighs. Moisture had gathered between my legs and I could no longer stand her to not be inside me.

Her first kiss landed on the top of my panty line, the second in the middle, then she drove her tongue in between my legs. I gasped at her suddenness, throwing my hips upward. Her fingers dug into my flesh on my hips, making me stay where I was. Whirls of pleasure danced in my blood system as her tongue toyed and teased my soft flesh.

I climbed like I always did with her, but right before I came undone, she withdrew, kissing me fiercely as she came up. My legs spread out even more without my knowing. n*****s stood in the air, like ice cream cones, ready to be licked. They were. She clamped down on my exposed breast, sucking as if her life depended on it and I could feel myself moaning in delight.

So close. Please...

As if Nyela knew of my begging, she thrust two fingers inside me, causing me to moan and buck into her hand. My hips followed her steady pace. But I needed more. I could feel her fingers playing with my sweet spot, but I need fast. Rough. She knew. My hips started moving at their own, faster pace, forcing her to speed up. By now she had clamped back onto my breast and the spin of pleasure took a 90 degree jolt.

With a last moan and thrust from her, I came. Harder than ever before. Better than ever before. My body trembled as spurts of pleasure shook my core. Nyela crawled to my side, tangling me in her arms. She smoothed my hair and cooed sweet nothings into my ear.

"You'll be better now. I'll always make you better." she whispered into my hair.

Well I hope you can do this every night until one day I am no longer stretched.