>Be you
>Average guy
>Average life
>Just bought your first house
>Nothing fancy, but it’s certainly a start
>Decide the first thing you’re gonna do is introduce yourself to a few of the neighbors
>Knock on the door of the house left of yours
>A very, very large rabbit woman comes out
>Seriously, she’s enormous
>With just an eyeball estimate, you figure she’s roughly 10 feet tall
>She barely fits in the doorframe
>You’re not entirely sure what specific breed she is, but you assume, if she’s not a Flemish Giant, it’s something pretty close
>She’s wearing a white women's workshirt and a tasteful black tube skirt, both of which compliment her light-gray fur
>You suppose she just got home from work
>She looks down at you with the oddest expression
>You can’t quite ascertain a specific emotion from it
>More confusing than that, however, is the fact that she seems somewhat familiar
>You’re not sure where you saw her before (or how you would forget someone like her to begin with), but a nagging suspicion in the back of your mind tells you that you definitely know her
>You feel a slight chill run up your spine as you stare into her bluish-purple eyes
>Disregarding the odd feeling you have, you try to act as naturally as possible
>”Uhh, hi there. My name’s Anon. I just moved into the house next t-”
>”I know who you are.”
>Now that caught you off-guard
>Clearly, the thought that you met her before wasn’t just in your head
>You blink in confusion
>”Uhmm… e-excuse me?”
>”What, you really don’t remember me? C’mon, think. I know you do.”
>You merely sputter in response
>Try as your brain might, you cannot, in fact, remember her
>”Still blank? Alright then, let me give you a hint. Fourth grade, the playground. You, me, my beheaded Petunia. Ringing any bells yet?”
>You freeze
>Now you remember
>Fifteen years ago
>God, you were such a little shithead back then
>Picking on anyone smaller than you
>And no one at school was smaller than Kayla Kemper
>Her entire elementary school career was almost nothing other than a series of unfortunate events
>Her short size and shy demeanor made her an easy target for the other kids
>Barely even two feet tall, hardly a day went by where she didn’t end up crying
>Day in and day out, others called her names, shoved her to the ground, spat on her, humiliated her, and stole her toys, lunch money, schoolwork, and basically anything other than her clothes and body parts
>She wasn’t even safe from the teachers, who would rarely ever step in to stop it, and sometimes even joined in on the ribbing
>But out of everyone who bullied her, few, if any, were worse than you
>She wasn’t your only victim, but she was certainly the easiest to make cry
>One day, you caught Kayla on the playground, playing with her dolls by herself as usual.
>”Hey, Gayla,” you jeered, smirking at your childish nickname for her, “what’re you doing? Playing with your only friends?”
>Her face immediately stiffened with fear, and she hugged her blue-haired cow doll close to her, probably out of some futile effort to protect it
>”L-l-leave us alone, Anon! We’re doing just fine without you.”
>”Oh, really?”
>You stomped over to her, while she seemed to shrink into herself more and more the closer you got
>”Well, what do we have here?”
>You effortlessly yanked the doll out of her hand, holding it high above her head as she uselessly reached up to grab it
>”This thing’s your friend? Wow, I can’t believe it. It’s even uglier than you are!”
>”Sh-she’s not an it! Her name’s Petunia! And she’s perfectly pretty, just like me!”
>Already, her voice was getting shaky and unsure, meaning you were getting under her skin
>Now to really make her cry
>”Oh yeah? Well, let’s see how pretty she is after this!”
>With one firm tug, you separate the doll’s head from its body, and throw it at Kayla’s feet.
>She falls onto her knees, whimpering and tearing up as she picks up the pieces of Petunia.
>”Y-you… You broke her…”
>”Aw, poor little Gayla. Your eyes look wet. Here, let me… DRY THEM!”
>At those last two words, you kicked sand into her eyes
>Kayla screamed and curled into the fetal position, sobbing miserably
>”Yeah, that’s right, you big baby, cry!”
>You started kicking her body as she wept
>”Cry, cry, cry! That’s all your good for.”
>”Why don’t you go crawl back to your hole in the ground, rabbit? And while you’re there, die in it!”
>To punctuate your venomous words, you spat at her, your loogie landing on her cheek
>She looked up at you with pleading, exhausted eyes
>Having your fill of tormenting her for the day, you finally decided to leave
>”Hmph. Well, I’m bored. I’m gonna go play some basketball. Later, loser! Oh, and make sure you have your lunch money ready for me tomorrow.”
>You laughed a childishly cruel snicker as you walked away from her, Kayla continuing to cry behind you
>That was only one example of what you did to her
>After fifth grade, she moved away, and no one ever really found out what happened to her afterward
>Until now, that is
>You snap back to the present day, a sudden wash of guilt coming over you
>You don’t even know where to begin apologizing
>K-kayla, I…”
>”Oh, so you do remember. Good. I was worried you’d forgotten completely.”
>”But why discuss it out here? Come in, I insist.”
>Before you have the chance to speak up, she grabs you by the shoulder and takes you inside
>She practically throws you onto the sofa as she makes a beeline to the kitchen.
>”What would you like to eat?”
>”Oh, I-I’m… really not that hungry.”
>”Oh no, I insist! After all…”
>She suddenly turns to look at you, a dark look in her eyes
>”...I’m used to you eating my food.”
>”W-w-well then… Uh…”
>You spot the bananas resting on the countertop
>”I guess I’ll have a banana, then.”
>”Good choice.”
>Kayla takes two bananas, one for you and one for her
>She tosses you your banana as she sits next to you on the sofa, already peeling hers
>”So, you had something to say to me, Anon?”
>You swallow, feeling drenched in an ocean of guilt and shame
>”I… I’m sorry, Kayla. I was cruel and rude, and-and… y’know, I was just shitty. And I never even got the chance to apologize. I know this probably won’t make up for even a tenth of what I’ve done, but I hope this can at least be a start.”
>She says nothing, just staring at you with the banana peel in her hands (on a side note, she finished that thing in record time)
>She gets up, tossing the peel into the trash can absentmindedly and walked over to the window
>”So, that’s it, then? You apologize, and then… what? We become neighbors, pretend nothing’s happened, then live the rest of our lives just… existing next to each other? Is that what happens between us now?”
>”Listen, Kayla, I-”
>”I’m not sure what I expected, to be honest. Maybe there was nothing else to expect. Still…”
>She turns around and starts walking back toward you
>”All that shit you said back then? It hurt. It really hurt. And not just you, but everyone else, too. ‘You know what it feels like to feel small? To feel weak? To feel like a pathetic, friendless freak?”
>”Kay-”
>”Hell, I still feel like a freak. My coworkers don’t talk to me unless it’s absolutely necessary, I can’t get a date, even my parents want nothing to do with me.”
>Every word she says twisted the knife in your heart further
>Turns out, she has it nearly as bad now as she did when you were younger
>You have no idea how you’re gonna make it better, or if you even can
>She stops walking a few inches in front of you, giving an even better image of how absolutely massive she is
>She towers over you now
>You wonder how she possibly could have grown so from the tiny thing she was before
>”But you know what?”
>You look up to return her gaze
>”I never wanted to be your enemy Anon. In fact, a part of me has always kinda liked you.”
>”So, you know what? I’m willing to look past it all if you just say you’ll be my friend.”
>Now you’re really taken aback, and you can’t say anything other than “O-of course.”
>She smiles slyly, in a way smugger than you would imagine she would
>”Good. But I need better proof of our friendship than just your word.”
>You tilt your head slightly as she starts taking off her heels and pantyhose
>”Lay down, Anon. We’re gonna make things right now.”
>You suddenly get what she means, and become flustered
>”K-k-kayla! No, listen, I’m sorry, but I can’t-”
>”You can and you will, Anon.”
>By this time, she’s unbuttoned and tossed aside her shirt, revealing her two watermelon-sized breasts
>There hugged snugly by a beige bra, likely the only one even remotely close to her side
>You watch silently as she then undoes her tube skirt, leaving her in nothing but her undies
>Her panties, like her bra, are beige and snug around her waist, revealing a pretty clear outline of a cameltoe
>Despite yourself, you can’t help but stare at her wide hips and meaty thighs
>You wouldn’t be surprised if her ass was pretty fat, too
>After a few seconds of ogling, though, you snap out of your trance and regain your composure
>”Kayla, listen, I really can’t have sex wi-”
>”Oh, Anon.”
>She suddenly grabs you by the shirt and easily lays you flat on your back
>”Don’t you know anything about friendship? It means sometimes, you just gotta do stuff you don’t want to because you love them. Now, I’m willing to be the bigger person - heh, no pun intended - and forgive you for bullying me, but in exchange…”
>Without warning, she lifts her leg and presses her foot on your face
>”...You’ll let me step on you now.”
>You struggle and scream into her foot, but to no effect, as it’s simply too heavy for you to do anything about it
>”Oh come on now, Anon, are you really gonna make a big fuss about this? Alright then, tell you what; because I’m your friend, I’ll strike a deal with you.”
>She lifts her foot up slightly, giving you a little room to breathe
>”You lick my feet clean, and I’ll take them off of you. Deal?”
>She doesn’t wait for your answer before impatiently snapping “Well? Come on, get to work!”
>Without much other option, you begin lapping at the foot in your face
>Your tongue and nose are assaulted with the bitter taste and smell of a woman’s sweaty foot, but you work quickly to get it over with
>Eventually, you finish, leaving the sole soaked with your saliva
>She turns her foot around to admire your handiwork
>”Ooh, not bad, Anon. Sure know how to make a girl feel worshipped.”
>She giggles as she presents the alternate foot in front of your face
>”Now the other one.”
>You cringe, but you dutifully repeat the process to get it over with
>Again, you leave a wet sole in the wake of its tongue bath, and again, Kayla admires your handiwork
>”Well done, Anon. As your friend, I think it’s only fair I give you a reward.”
>You're too busy grappling with the disgusted pit in your stomach over what you’ve just done to fully listen to her words.
>Suddenly, Kayla picks you up by the back of the collar and carries you like a handbag
>”To the bedroom we go!”
>No way
>She can’t be serious
>She’s gonna crush you
>”Kayla, no please, you can’t, please, you’re too big for me. Kayla!”
>You flail around like a toddler throwing a tantrum
>But your words and actions fall on deaf ears
>She carries you up the stairs and into her bedroom
>Her bed is also enormous, although you suppose it would have to be to fit someone like Kayla
>She chucks you onto it
>”Get naked.”
>You stare back at her
>She stares at you, hands on her hips and impatience in her eyes
>”Kayla…”
>”Hurry up, or I’ll tear them off of you myself.”
>Knowing there’s no point in fighting, your face burns red hot with humiliation as you strip yourself nude in front of her
>”Good. Now, flat on your back.”
>Knowing there’s no other recourse, you comply
>Kayla hoists herself onto the bed, unclipping her bra and tossing it aside
>Scary as the situation may be, your primal brain is caught up staring at her now-exposed breasts
>If they weren’t attached to such a sociopath, they would be perfect
>She swings her legs towards you as she takes her panties off and tosses them off to the side as well
>Now you and her are fully naked
>She cranes her head forward and begins crawling toward you
>You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about this
>”No, no… Kayla…”
>She looks down at your rock-hard cock
>”Your mouth says no, but your body’s saying yes.”
>Goddammit
>Of course, your own biology would betray you like this
>”Kayla please, I’m sorry for how I treated you back then! I was just a kid!”
>Kayla positions her cunt right above your dick
>You feel the heat emanating from it
>”So was I .”
>She leans forward and smirks once again
>But it’s all okay now. Now we can put the bad stuff behind us. Now we’re gonna make each other feel good. Because that’s what friends are for.”
>”You’ll crush me.”
>”I don’t think I will. Guess we’ll see who’s right.”
>“Kayl-”
>You interrupt yourself with a gasp as Kayla lowers herself onto you
>”Look me in the eyes, Anon.”
>You don’t, grunting in an almost incomprehensible mix of emotions
>”LOOK AT ME!”
>You comply, staring at her while she looks down at you
>Neither of you share a word as she rides your cock
>You feel so humiliated
>So violated
>But still so, so good
>The mix of emotions leaves you feeling too conflicted to do anything but look into Kayla’s eyes
>You lose track of time, but after what you think is around half an hour, you cum in her
>She still says nothing, merely getting up off of your dick
>Some drops of cum dribble out of her and onto you
>”Well, you lasted longer than I expected. Still, not enough for me.”
>She gets off of the bed and digs through one of her drawers
>You too busy catching your breath to pay her much attention
>”But don’t worry. I always have a contingency.”
>You look towards her
>She’s holding a bottle of viagra
>You weakly sputter barely-coherent protest
>She sits next to you, a tiny pill in hand
>”Open up.”
>You give up
>There’s no point in saying no
>You know that now
>So you just open your mouth
>Kayla places the pill in your mouth
>Then she pulls you into a french kiss
>She uses her tongue to push the pill down your throat
>After you’ve swallowed it fully, she pulls away, leaving a string of saliva between you two
>”There, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
>You spend hours fucking
>You watch her ass clap as she rides you cowgirl
>She gives your dick a break so you can eat her out
>You attempt (poorly) to mating press her
>The sun has long since set by the time your body gives out
>Kayla either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care
>The last things you see are Kayla’s belly and tits as she rides you into subconsciousness
>...
>You wake up
>You check the alarm clock on the nightstand next to you
>8:12 AM
>Wait a minute
>This isn’t your house
>What are yo-
>Oh right
>You waddle down the stairs feeling a dull pain in your pelvis
>There’s Kayla, still completely naked, cooking something
>You walk into the kitchen
>”Ah, perfect timing. I just got done with these.”
>She places a couple of pancakes onto a plate, and then places said plate on the table
>The plate contains pancakes, sausages, and scrambled eggs along with an orange and a glass of milk on the side
>”You look hungry, so why don’t you eat up?”
>You have neither the energy nor the will to protest, so you just sit down and shove some egg into your mouth
>”So, you need help unpacking?”
>You look at her like she sprouted another head
>”You know, unpacking? Your house?”
>”What do you… why would you help me like that?”
>”What kind of a question is that? We’re friends.”
>She makes her way around the table to you
>”I help you, you help me, and we make each other feel better. Whenever, wherever, or however, even if we may not like it.”
>She puts a hand on your shoulder and stares down at you
>You don’t say anything
>You don’t need to
>You know who’s in charge here.
>”Because that’s what friends are for.”