Her mind is made up
Comic Vore, GTS/GT, Shrinking, Unbirth
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
Setting her goggles on the dresser, Ramona lifted her shirt off and just tossed it away. After removing her pants, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Clad only in her black bra and panties, Ramona naturally smiled over what a hot tamale she was, but the brief look also caused her to judge something she really didn’t want to focus on. Turning a bit, she got a better look at the bigness of her butt, quickly bringing her to fully bend over with her back to the mirror, and she wasn’t exactly sure how to feel over what she was seeing.
With a nicely plump rack, she’d also had an ass that just wouldn’t quit, only now it seemed like it couldn’t quit eating. It was by no means huge, but she didn’t remember her butt normally swallowing some of her non-skimpy underwear. Partially stuck within the crack of her rump, the rest of the panties seemed to outline the big and round cheeks, and upon touching them, Ramona found herself feeling up less tone and more jiggle than she’d expected, but while she started to frown, her boyfriend came back out of the bathroom, wearing about the same as her, and quickly found himself smiling at this sight.
“Oh Ramona,” that singsong tone to his voice snapped her out of the uncomfortable prodding of her butt and got her to look up. The first thing that she noticed was that a certain part of Scott was looking up at her, hidden only by his Pacman boxers. Smoothly, at least from his perspective, he asked his girl “You in the mood for…something great?”
That goofy smile tossed all thoughts Ramona had on her backside out the window; just when she was starting to feel just a little down, Scott lifted her right back up. However, she unfortunately responded with a yawn as her completely stuffed tummy was telling her that sleeping with Scott should actually involve sleeping. She quipped as she stretched “Not tonight, honey. I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow.”
His smile dropped, but his boner remained strong. Scott was sure he could get Ramona in the mood. The moment she sat down, he had his hands right on her shoulders, soon flexing his fingers firmly, the first of many moves he could make to stimulate a little more energy from Ramona. “Come on, you can’t tell me all that gaming didn’t leave you wired.”
For a hardcore gamer like Scott, holding that controller could leave him feeling energized for days on end, but Ramona didn’t work like that. Yawning again, she was still set on getting some rest, and as her boyfriend massaged her, another reason to pass on the tempting offer crept into her mind.
“Scott, I’m really not in the mood. I just don’t feel…” her body language, followed by the sudden stillness as she looked down was all Scott needed to get the picture. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling ready to go either, but that didn’t stop him from moving in when he knew he must. No way was he going to sleep with his princess feeling like this.
“Look, if this is about what I said,” Scott started, now wishing his mouth came with a zipper so that he could properly clam up whenever he was about to make things stupid. While hoping life could also be more like cartoons along with video games, Ramona stopped him “It’s not that, well actually it’s…I mean, oh god, am I seriously doing this?” Suddenly Ramona had a whole new reason to avoid looking at herself in the mirror. A lot of people, men and women, worry about their weight, some more so than others, but Ramona liked to think that she was above that. The problem was though that she had always stayed in shape so easily, whether it was just getting through life, for her job, getting into fights, or the stress that came from the enormous baggage you get from running away from some really awful breakups, and when they wind up turning your exs evil. Now though, things had been so peaceful now that she and Scott could finally be together without any trouble, and he treated her like a queen. She’d wondered if Queen Victoria, whom she still wasn’t sure whether or not Canadians still worshipped, ate as well as she did every day. Unfortunately, all this now left her feeling like she was carrying more enormous baggage below her back.
Scott wasn’t sure what to say right now, wondering if he should even say anything. Any guy should know that the answer to the question “Do I look fat?” is an automatic no; it should happen like a reflex. One thing he did know was that even when the girl was moving past asking the question and starting to find the answer for herself, the ice that the guy stood on was still very thin. Any analogy about one’s weight make the ground give out would not have sat well with Ramona, who now looked at him with much shame “Tell me I’m not as shallow as a puddle.”
“You are nothing like a puddle.” This time, being honest worked in Scott’s favor. “Thanks.” Despite that being her response though, Ramona still didn’t look too happy. Looking away from him for a few seconds, she then asked him “Did Envy ever freak out about her weight?”
Now this was certainly not what Scott expected, and as his eyes widened in surprise, he was now really curious as to what brought Natalie V. Adams into the picture. Among all the people in the world who would be thinking about her, Ramona was the last on the list. Still, for as strange as this was, Scott didn’t keep his girlfriend in suspense “Well, yeah. I mean, you know at first she was pretty normal about it. She exercised and dieted sometimes like a lot girls do, but it was all just on occasion; just something that you would expect from someone like her. Still, things didn’t stay that way. I told you about how she suddenly started smoking and acting really bitchy towards everyone and my friends, becoming all demanding and acting like she was better than everyone. Before I heard that stupid phone call from that guy she started seeing behind my back, I actually had been woken up like three times other nights by her in the bathroom. She acted like it was nothing when she came back out, told me I was dreaming or to just go back to sleep, but I still remember her looking kind of sick. I never thought Nat would willingly throw up, but then again, I never thought she’d cancel Fried Chicken Night either. We always got a bucket to split with a couple of movies once a week, but now all of sudden she said just thinking about made her sick. You know, come to think of it, I should have known something was up when she threw the scale out the window because the needle just fidgeted to the right.
“OKAY!” Ramona abruptly and loudly stopped him. Scott just looked at her as she quickly added “That’s it, I’m not gonna worry about this, at all.” She spoke with the utmost certainty, not willing to budge from this position. Scott tried asking her “You sure you’re-” but Ramona stopped him “Scott, the moment I start resembling Envy Adams is the day I might as well also dump you and ride a unicycle with sticks of butter on my head in my birthday suit just to keep the crazy going. I get it now, I overreacted; a little weight isn’t worth that. That’s all there is to it. Goodnight.”
With a quick smooch on the cheek, a smiling Ramona plopped her cute head onto her pillow and awaited to enter dreamland. The boy next to her though still looked on with uncertainty. He could tell that Ramona’s mind was made up, but wasn’t she overreacting again? “Don’t all girls kinda freak out about putting on even a little weight?” that’s what Scott thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he knew that there wasn’t anything he could say without starting that whole awkward scene in the living room all over again or by accusing Ramona as being crazy, even if he was certain that all girls are. In the end though, Scott lied down himself.
“Well, if she’s not going to worry, guess I shouldn’t either.” Scott thought, shrugging under the covers. Turning his eyes to her, he smiled, admiring the sheer beauty of the woman he shared the bed with, even if he could only see her from the back. Ramona Flowers; the greatest thing that had ever happened to him; so she had a little more junk in her trunk, and even if she did put on more weight, as Scott thought “How bad could it get?”
With a nicely plump rack, she’d also had an ass that just wouldn’t quit, only now it seemed like it couldn’t quit eating. It was by no means huge, but she didn’t remember her butt normally swallowing some of her non-skimpy underwear. Partially stuck within the crack of her rump, the rest of the panties seemed to outline the big and round cheeks, and upon touching them, Ramona found herself feeling up less tone and more jiggle than she’d expected, but while she started to frown, her boyfriend came back out of the bathroom, wearing about the same as her, and quickly found himself smiling at this sight.
“Oh Ramona,” that singsong tone to his voice snapped her out of the uncomfortable prodding of her butt and got her to look up. The first thing that she noticed was that a certain part of Scott was looking up at her, hidden only by his Pacman boxers. Smoothly, at least from his perspective, he asked his girl “You in the mood for…something great?”
That goofy smile tossed all thoughts Ramona had on her backside out the window; just when she was starting to feel just a little down, Scott lifted her right back up. However, she unfortunately responded with a yawn as her completely stuffed tummy was telling her that sleeping with Scott should actually involve sleeping. She quipped as she stretched “Not tonight, honey. I’ve got an early meeting tomorrow.”
His smile dropped, but his boner remained strong. Scott was sure he could get Ramona in the mood. The moment she sat down, he had his hands right on her shoulders, soon flexing his fingers firmly, the first of many moves he could make to stimulate a little more energy from Ramona. “Come on, you can’t tell me all that gaming didn’t leave you wired.”
For a hardcore gamer like Scott, holding that controller could leave him feeling energized for days on end, but Ramona didn’t work like that. Yawning again, she was still set on getting some rest, and as her boyfriend massaged her, another reason to pass on the tempting offer crept into her mind.
“Scott, I’m really not in the mood. I just don’t feel…” her body language, followed by the sudden stillness as she looked down was all Scott needed to get the picture. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling ready to go either, but that didn’t stop him from moving in when he knew he must. No way was he going to sleep with his princess feeling like this.
“Look, if this is about what I said,” Scott started, now wishing his mouth came with a zipper so that he could properly clam up whenever he was about to make things stupid. While hoping life could also be more like cartoons along with video games, Ramona stopped him “It’s not that, well actually it’s…I mean, oh god, am I seriously doing this?” Suddenly Ramona had a whole new reason to avoid looking at herself in the mirror. A lot of people, men and women, worry about their weight, some more so than others, but Ramona liked to think that she was above that. The problem was though that she had always stayed in shape so easily, whether it was just getting through life, for her job, getting into fights, or the stress that came from the enormous baggage you get from running away from some really awful breakups, and when they wind up turning your exs evil. Now though, things had been so peaceful now that she and Scott could finally be together without any trouble, and he treated her like a queen. She’d wondered if Queen Victoria, whom she still wasn’t sure whether or not Canadians still worshipped, ate as well as she did every day. Unfortunately, all this now left her feeling like she was carrying more enormous baggage below her back.
Scott wasn’t sure what to say right now, wondering if he should even say anything. Any guy should know that the answer to the question “Do I look fat?” is an automatic no; it should happen like a reflex. One thing he did know was that even when the girl was moving past asking the question and starting to find the answer for herself, the ice that the guy stood on was still very thin. Any analogy about one’s weight make the ground give out would not have sat well with Ramona, who now looked at him with much shame “Tell me I’m not as shallow as a puddle.”
“You are nothing like a puddle.” This time, being honest worked in Scott’s favor. “Thanks.” Despite that being her response though, Ramona still didn’t look too happy. Looking away from him for a few seconds, she then asked him “Did Envy ever freak out about her weight?”
Now this was certainly not what Scott expected, and as his eyes widened in surprise, he was now really curious as to what brought Natalie V. Adams into the picture. Among all the people in the world who would be thinking about her, Ramona was the last on the list. Still, for as strange as this was, Scott didn’t keep his girlfriend in suspense “Well, yeah. I mean, you know at first she was pretty normal about it. She exercised and dieted sometimes like a lot girls do, but it was all just on occasion; just something that you would expect from someone like her. Still, things didn’t stay that way. I told you about how she suddenly started smoking and acting really bitchy towards everyone and my friends, becoming all demanding and acting like she was better than everyone. Before I heard that stupid phone call from that guy she started seeing behind my back, I actually had been woken up like three times other nights by her in the bathroom. She acted like it was nothing when she came back out, told me I was dreaming or to just go back to sleep, but I still remember her looking kind of sick. I never thought Nat would willingly throw up, but then again, I never thought she’d cancel Fried Chicken Night either. We always got a bucket to split with a couple of movies once a week, but now all of sudden she said just thinking about made her sick. You know, come to think of it, I should have known something was up when she threw the scale out the window because the needle just fidgeted to the right.
“OKAY!” Ramona abruptly and loudly stopped him. Scott just looked at her as she quickly added “That’s it, I’m not gonna worry about this, at all.” She spoke with the utmost certainty, not willing to budge from this position. Scott tried asking her “You sure you’re-” but Ramona stopped him “Scott, the moment I start resembling Envy Adams is the day I might as well also dump you and ride a unicycle with sticks of butter on my head in my birthday suit just to keep the crazy going. I get it now, I overreacted; a little weight isn’t worth that. That’s all there is to it. Goodnight.”
With a quick smooch on the cheek, a smiling Ramona plopped her cute head onto her pillow and awaited to enter dreamland. The boy next to her though still looked on with uncertainty. He could tell that Ramona’s mind was made up, but wasn’t she overreacting again? “Don’t all girls kinda freak out about putting on even a little weight?” that’s what Scott thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he knew that there wasn’t anything he could say without starting that whole awkward scene in the living room all over again or by accusing Ramona as being crazy, even if he was certain that all girls are. In the end though, Scott lied down himself.
“Well, if she’s not going to worry, guess I shouldn’t either.” Scott thought, shrugging under the covers. Turning his eyes to her, he smiled, admiring the sheer beauty of the woman he shared the bed with, even if he could only see her from the back. Ramona Flowers; the greatest thing that had ever happened to him; so she had a little more junk in her trunk, and even if she did put on more weight, as Scott thought “How bad could it get?”
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