Chibi Moo

Quick sketch of new OC, Moo, to go with his story. He's not quuuuite that huge _yet or that trappy but this is chibi style ^^' Also, I haven't finalised his design, so it may change.

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~Moo's Story~

Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have a gut so big that it hangs down almost to your knees?
Can you begin to imagine the humiliation of being likened to a big blubbery cow? When you're just shy of five foot and well past the three hundred pound mark, it's pretty difficult to get anyone to take you seriously. It doesn't help that I have a girly face. Oh, and I'm painfully shy.

So what am I doing here stuffed into a pair of tight black shorts with my bare, embarrassingly heavy gut resting heavily on top of my lap for the rest of the world to see?

My name is Morgan. People call me Moo for short. You know, like the noise a cow makes. Because I am a big, massive fatty and I deserve to be thought of as an equally fat and blubbery cow. Ha ha ha. I stopped finding this joke funny a long time ago. My white hair naturally has several dark streaks - I don't know, it runs in the family - which refuse to dye for some reason. It's okay, I've accepted my fate. You can call me Moo if you wish, I'm not going to stop you. It's kind of cute if it's not meant in a malicious sort of way. I get it. I'm pretty much the definition of a cow. At least I don't have any sort of skin condition that leaves me with blotches of tan on my otherwise pale skin. That's going too far.

Anyway. How did I get into this mess? I needed a job, that's why. And there aren't exactly a lot of places willing to hire a borderline four hundred pound kid with virtually no work experience. So when Tsubasa approached me with a pamphlet, a promise that I'd be perfect for this line of work and a smile I couldn't refuse, I somehow got dragged into the business of fetish modeling. It started harmlessly enough; a few photo shoots and I was even allowed to wear an eye mask to hide my face; most people only cared about seeing my huge belly or big butt. But then Tsubasa started talking about his club. A club for, in his words, 'the biggest, plushest, most beautiful boys to be rightfully fawned over by their admirers.'
I swear I only agreed for the money. Tsubasa insisted I use my nickname and ditch the mask. We had a few arguments about that. I lost.

Which leads us to now. The reason why I'm sitting here, reclining against a mountain of red, velvety cushions, a black silk curtain obscuring my 'booth' from view, expecting my first 'client'. Wanting the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Why, why did I agree to this??

Because I've gotten spoiled by all of the extra cash I can spend on comfortable hoodies and cute stationary and chocolate, that's why.

I want the custom-made, 3XL hoodies, and the cow-print stationary and I just can't go back to life without regular visits to the Max Brenner chocolate bar. So, there you go. I'm as dumb as a barn animal.

'Moo-cow, baby, your client is here. Are you ready?' Tsubasa - all five hundred pounds of him - looms in front of me, clad all in black and dangling silver jewelry, looking as effortlessly stylish as a boyband member despite his enormous bulk. I sigh, and mumble, 'Let's get this over with...'

'What kind of an attitude is that? And you're not wearing the little cow ears I bought you!' Tsubasa snatches them up and tries to place them on my head, but I bat him away with a fat arm.

'Get offff. I'm not wearing them; I look dumb enough as it is.'

'Please at least show him your dazzling smile, baby cow?'

'It's a guy?' I ask, a little shocked.

'Does that surprise you? Honestly, Moo-cow, you do tend to attract a lot of male admirers. Something to do with that pretty, pretty face.'

Tsubasa's popular with both genders. Then, he has both a masculine charm and feminine grace at the same time, so it's no surprise. I guess I'm way too short to ever be considered in any way 'masculine'.

'... Alright. I'm ready as I'll ever be.' I say warily.

Tsubasa's face softened. 'He's really lovely looking, Moo-cow. I think you'll like him a lot.' He smiles so brightly I can't help but smile back. 'There's that smile! Keep that expression; you look a million dollars!'

I don't feel like a million dollars. And when Tsubasa leaves and a jaw-droppingly, mind-numbingly beautiful siren of a man enters the booth a few minutes later, I feel more like a big, helpless cow than ever.

His eyes are as cool and blue as diamonds, hidden under a heavy blanket of feathery dark lashes; his face a mixture of all of the male models I've ever seen adorn the pages of magazines. He's tall - as tall as Tsubasa - but stylishly slender. His dark hair hangs down across each shoulder, just stopping above his chest, and he's wearing the same kind of dark fashion with silver accessories that Tsubasa loves so much. He's utterly beautiful.

'Moo?' His voice is very bit as cool as his lovely blue eyes, and I shiver.

'Y-yep...' I answer, no longer able to look at him directly. I feel like I'm back in middle school with my dumb crush on the most popular guy in school who'd never look twice in the direction of a fat cow like me.

'Moo, you're so lovely!' He exclaims, his voice still gentle, more gentle than I'd expected. It's not deep, but it's calming. I calm down a little. 'I'm Rain. At least. That's what I'm going by. It feels kind of dumb to use a code name, but...' He grins sheepishly.

I nod, still cautious. 'It'll help since it's not like you'd want to associate with someone like me in real life anyway.' I say without thinking and Rain immediately looks crushed.

'I - that's not... I mean...'

Have I really made this beautiful boy stutter?

'I didn't mean it like that! I mean... Well, this is a private club, right? You're paying for what happens and what happens stays here.'

Rain nods, still looking upset. 'I guess...'

'Would you like me to explain the menu?' I ask, attempting to cheer him up. Tsubasa will kill me if I lose my first client so quickly.

'Please.' He nods and attempts to smile. I hesitate, then decide to move closer to him, which brings out a genuine smile. He's not allowed to touch me without permission, but I'm allowed to sit closely beside him if I chose.

'Well, there are a lot of options, but it really depends on what you're into,' I blush, my cheeks tinged pink. 'You can feed me, massage me, have me dance for you, request costumes or even role play. Of course, prices vary depending on what you chose.'

'What would you like?' He asks calmly, catching me off-guard.

'Umm, well... It's supposed to be your decision. You're paying for it...' I mumble.

'I wanna feed you.' He offers. I was expecting this, and feel a little relieved. For me, anyway, it's the easiest option.

'In that case, here's the food menu,' I pass it to him, strategically opened onto the pages with the desserts. Hey, I have a massive sweet tooth.

'Which do you like?' He asks again, passing the menu back to me.

'You want me to chose?' I blink.

'I want you to pick something you like to eat a lot.' He answers, batting those dark eyelashes at me.

'Then... I really like anything with chocolate.' I confess.

He thinks, then selects an extra large, marshmallow-topped hot chocolate, three boxes of luxury chocolates and an enormous parfait.

'That sounds amazing...' I admit, practically drooling over the pictures as he orders over the phone.

'And, umm... About the massage options. I'd really like to just... Kind of hold you and rub your belly as I feed you. Is that okay?'

I nod, feeling a little fluttery. There's something not right about a guy as beautiful as him being with a fatass like me.

Once the food arrives, Rain sets it all out on the table in front of us, then has me lie back against the cushions as he begins to unwrap the chocolates.

'Is this alright?' He asks, leaning closer to me. I only hope he can't hear my heart thumping in my chest as I admire his beautiful face up close. His eyes really are stunning.

'I-it's fine.' The feeding session begins. Rain delicately presses chocolate after chocolate to my lips all the while gently stroking and caressing my huge, over-hanging gut.

'You're so soft...' He mumbles several times, which I take as a compliment. This beautiful boy wants me to be soft? I'll be as soft and fat as he wishes, if he just keeps feeding me chocolate after chocolate.

'You're really stunning,' He smiles, passing me the parfait. 'Do you have a boyfriend?'

I shake my head. I'm supposed to answer no regardless of the truth but in my case it's definitely true.

'No way. Guys don't wanna date fat cows.'

He laughs softly. 'You're a beautiful little cow. I wanna eat you!' He grins, then apologizes. 'Sorry, I - guess I got carried away. This is almost too real because it's so intimate. It's like we're a couple.'

'Everything that happens here is real. We can do whatever you want.' I rehash what Tsubasa's taught me to say.

'Let me guess, you're told to say that to all of your clients? Nice try, Moo. Both of us know this isn't real,' He pauses. 'I wish it was.'

I stare at him as he hands me another chocolate. He meets my gaze, and I'm suddenly very aware of his lips and his gaze lingering on mine.

'I'm not allowed to kiss you. Nothing further than touch.' He says softly.

'Y-you can kiss me if I give permission.' I say suddenly, surprisingly myself.

'Do you?' He's closer than ever, his lips centimeters away from mine.

I nod and suddenly he's kissing me, suddenly I have the most beautiful man in the world willingly kissing me, his hands gently caressing my huge hips as he softly presses his lips against mine.

'You're enormous...' Is the first thing he says when he pulls back to take a breath. 'You're so huge and plush and soft, like a little cow.'

'When you say it, it's not so bad...' I mumble into his chest, wanting to stay close to him and keep smelling his cologne. I lean heavily against him and we stay like that for the rest of the session; him holding me, occasionally running a hand across my huge gut and now and then whispering how lovely I am.

I don't tell Tsubasa what happened and Rain is charged for the food he ordered and a standard belly rub. He promises to come back and visit me again and I just know I'm going to be counting down the days until I can see him again. I promise him I'll keep eating well.

For the first time in my life I'm actually thankful for my embarrassingly huge gut and plump arms and fat thighs and wide hips and big butt. For someone like Rain to actually be attracted to me...

I even grin at my reflection in the mirror that night. Maybe Tsubasa's onto something; I guess I have an okay smile. I mean, I look like a girl, but I guess that's part of the attraction. For him...

Rain... I can't wait to see you again.

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