Chub at the Club
“Whatever, bitch…” Jeremy sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, “don’t need your skanky ass, anyhow. Later.”
In a huff, Jeremy stood up from the bar stool (having to hop down a little. Since when did they make these things so damn tall?), moving down the line in search for actual honeys. Jackpot, it didn’t take long to find another mark, and she was FAR finer than that frigid bitch sitting by herself in the corner. To peacock even further than he already was, Jeremy unbuttoned his shirt to really show off his gains. He looked down, beaming with pride as his soft belly spilled out to swallow up his waistband. The fact that he could see his sizable gut past his drooping titties was proof that all that time at the gym was worth it; treat your body right, and it treats you right.
Meanwhile, Miranda was trying her best not to laugh her ASS off, watching is formerly 6-foot-3 muscle-head waddle past bar patrons that ALL towered over his little old, 5-foot-nothing self. That jerk was so preoccupied with training his muscles that he forgot to do anything with his mind or personality, a fact that was thrown in Miranda’s face while she had the unfortunate experience of being talked over and objectified by the man, under the guise of “flirting.” She wondered if Jeremy knew she was holstering a swap remote in her purse, would he have been so pushy with her? Oh well, live and learn, she supposed. Or, something close to, anyway- a part of Miranda wished she could get the remote working well enough to make him aware of the swap, let him know he was even being punished, but the fact that he’d never know enough to struggle out his predicament, never try to lose all the weight, already believing his body was perfect, was some sweet revenge. In any case, living in blissful ignorance to the fact one’s chiseled body and manhood was lost in favor of a pudgy woman’s… AND she let him keep the masculine beard and face he was all so proud of… Jeremy was LUCKY Miranda was in such a merciful mood.
“You’re just afraid of handling a real man!” Miranda’s attention was brought once a gain towards the scene unfolding on the other end of the bar. Jeremy had struck out yet again- no surprise there- and was not taking it well, pulling down his pants to expose his very impressive little clitty. “One minute with the strap and you’ll forget all about this ‘gay’ business.”
Miranda couldn’t see his face, but she could feel that smug smirk of his from where she was. However, she WAS able to see the dark spot on his exposed panties, as well as the gooey drip coming off his fuzzy vagina. Seems like Jeremy needed a hook-up more than he was letting on.
Jeremy’s victim snorted in reply, “Oh, is that all it takes?” and everybody clapped.
That shut him up good, and the woman she was talking to turned to her friend. Oops, partner, Miranda corrected herself (Jeremy REALLY didn’t stand a chance, huh?) as they went in for an embrace and a quick, tender smooch. They were an adorable couple, with the other woman striking a… conspicuous figure: rounded, chubby cheeks, thick-rimmed glasses, frizzy hair, with a wall of rippling pecs and biceps as sturdy as tree trunks told Miranda she probably should have payed attention to where Jeremy’s original body went, but the couple seemed just as happy, especially as the woman began rubbing her partner over her pants, and not-so subtly fondling the woman’s throbbing boner. So… no big deal. Still, though, Miranda almost felt bad as Jeremy slunk away, but she didn’t (after all, it was sweet as the lesbian couple snuck off into the restroom.) He must have known he was going out, so if he serious about scoring, he should have shaved that cute little pussy of his.
In a huff, Jeremy stood up from the bar stool (having to hop down a little. Since when did they make these things so damn tall?), moving down the line in search for actual honeys. Jackpot, it didn’t take long to find another mark, and she was FAR finer than that frigid bitch sitting by herself in the corner. To peacock even further than he already was, Jeremy unbuttoned his shirt to really show off his gains. He looked down, beaming with pride as his soft belly spilled out to swallow up his waistband. The fact that he could see his sizable gut past his drooping titties was proof that all that time at the gym was worth it; treat your body right, and it treats you right.
Meanwhile, Miranda was trying her best not to laugh her ASS off, watching is formerly 6-foot-3 muscle-head waddle past bar patrons that ALL towered over his little old, 5-foot-nothing self. That jerk was so preoccupied with training his muscles that he forgot to do anything with his mind or personality, a fact that was thrown in Miranda’s face while she had the unfortunate experience of being talked over and objectified by the man, under the guise of “flirting.” She wondered if Jeremy knew she was holstering a swap remote in her purse, would he have been so pushy with her? Oh well, live and learn, she supposed. Or, something close to, anyway- a part of Miranda wished she could get the remote working well enough to make him aware of the swap, let him know he was even being punished, but the fact that he’d never know enough to struggle out his predicament, never try to lose all the weight, already believing his body was perfect, was some sweet revenge. In any case, living in blissful ignorance to the fact one’s chiseled body and manhood was lost in favor of a pudgy woman’s… AND she let him keep the masculine beard and face he was all so proud of… Jeremy was LUCKY Miranda was in such a merciful mood.
“You’re just afraid of handling a real man!” Miranda’s attention was brought once a gain towards the scene unfolding on the other end of the bar. Jeremy had struck out yet again- no surprise there- and was not taking it well, pulling down his pants to expose his very impressive little clitty. “One minute with the strap and you’ll forget all about this ‘gay’ business.”
Miranda couldn’t see his face, but she could feel that smug smirk of his from where she was. However, she WAS able to see the dark spot on his exposed panties, as well as the gooey drip coming off his fuzzy vagina. Seems like Jeremy needed a hook-up more than he was letting on.
Jeremy’s victim snorted in reply, “Oh, is that all it takes?” and everybody clapped.
That shut him up good, and the woman she was talking to turned to her friend. Oops, partner, Miranda corrected herself (Jeremy REALLY didn’t stand a chance, huh?) as they went in for an embrace and a quick, tender smooch. They were an adorable couple, with the other woman striking a… conspicuous figure: rounded, chubby cheeks, thick-rimmed glasses, frizzy hair, with a wall of rippling pecs and biceps as sturdy as tree trunks told Miranda she probably should have payed attention to where Jeremy’s original body went, but the couple seemed just as happy, especially as the woman began rubbing her partner over her pants, and not-so subtly fondling the woman’s throbbing boner. So… no big deal. Still, though, Miranda almost felt bad as Jeremy slunk away, but she didn’t (after all, it was sweet as the lesbian couple snuck off into the restroom.) He must have known he was going out, so if he serious about scoring, he should have shaved that cute little pussy of his.