Julia scowled her way out of the house. She held her nose in the air at passerby. Despite it being a fairly quiet suburb town, she still got plenty of looks. On a good day, she could cause a cyclist to crash into something while trying to watch her sway her way down the sidewalk. Today, however, like many days before, she wished everyone would just leave her alone. Shame burned inside her skinny little frame, and she was sure everyone knew. Even her brother. Especially her brother! That lard-filled, smug bastard! He had to know.
Julia rounded the corner and hurried up to a house. She stood close as she could to the door. She had to make sure no one saw. She'd be in the house before anyone could see who it was she was meeting.
"Heya, li'l lady." Julia found herself swept into the house and into a powerful hug. A strange mix of emotions swept over her. Shame burned through her cheeks, but so did relief and comfort. She was being pressed into a smooth and soft, pillowy world. She looked up, craning her neck and putting on her best smile.
"Hey Wendell." she said. A behemoth of a scaly man grinned back at her. Wendell was young for a dragonite, very young. Almost a prodigy by this fact alone. He was also a mountain of man. Dragonites were by nature not very shapely (by most people's standards) but Wendell took it to an extreme. He had a rotund, wobbly gut that reached over his waistline, spreading out sideways into his thick rolls. He almost needed a bra he had such a fatty chest, and his arms were thicker than Julia's thighs. He stood a good 6'4'' inches, towering over her. Julia had hugged him back, but her arms could only make it about two-thirds of the way around his gut. She was pressed against his body.
"How you doing, tubbs?" Julia said, trying to make the moniker sound cutesy and not reviled like when she said it to her brother. She hated Wendell. She absolutely loved him. He was a shapeless blob, wasting his life. That's what her instincts screamed. That's what was ingrained into her mind. Yet ever since, one month ago, he had fended off a drunk who wouldn't say 'no' one night, ever since he had fought that man to the ground and then turned around, cut by a broken bottle but only caring that she was alright, Julia couldn't stay away from him. Wendell was powerful, yet so gentle, fun-loving and down to earth. They hadn't done anything intimate from then, but Julia could only just hold herself back. She hated him....and she couldn't get enough of him.
"Well, li'l lady..." Wendell said. Julia giggled - the way he said 'little' was so cute. She perked her ears up to what he was saying
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