Delicious demise (WIP)

Those eyes, those damned eyes. They burn into my very soul like gasoline had met a match and ignited. Those god forsaken brown eyes, sweet and delicate like the most expertly crafted swiss chocolate. I can feel them devour me; my very being is decimated by those eyes of hers. Those prisons of her emotion glance at me and in return an odd feeling develops inside of me, something I had never even thought could happen to me. For as you see, for the first time in many years passed by I had felt my heart beating inside of my semi static chest. What an odd yet frightful feeling it is to feel alive.


What a delicious human Claire Neilson is. Her meaty thighs adorned with the cutest strech marks and cellulite, her slightly protruding stomach which she was so timid of, her slight double chin, her very large voluptuous breasts and butt that drove me insane and not to mention that phenomenal long dyed blood-red hair that cascaded down her back and framed her pudgy gorgeous face. To others Claire was fat and not very appealing but to me... To me Claire was my plus sized goddess and when given a chance I'd worship her as such. I wish she would notice me already. I see her wearing the jewelry I'd anonymously leave at her locker and swooning over the drawings I'd make of her and slide into her school bag. I am just too shy I suppose I mean how exactly does one just approach such an angelic creture directly? It seemed as if God himself sent down this angel.


I smiled as she passed by me in the hallway and I got a whiff of the vanilla trail her scent left. As I took Claire's essence into my lungs and nostrils my eyes rolled back into my skull as a quiet pleasurable moan escaped my lips. Silently I hid in the large crowd congregated in the hall and watched her walking up to her locker. At 5'1 she stood, I'd say she was between 170-200lbs and her clumsy demeanor made her oh so much cuter. She fumbled with her locker door for a good few minutes and finally with an exhausted look on her face she managed to open it. As the small metal door finally swung open I saw her exacerbated struggle filled face turn to one filled with as much glee as a child opening a new toy at Christmas. Sitting inside of her small locker was my newest gift to her, a little doll I created in her likeness. She quickly grabbed the mini version of herself and held it tight to her chest in a nurturing hug type fashion. She giggled, oh what a lovely sound it was to hear her joy. My body grew goosebumps at the sight of her.


Finally it was the end of the school day, I let out a relieved sigh as I exited the building and started walking to my car. On my way out I saw her run to her friends excitedly jumping up and down and her words coming out a mile a minute. I smirked shaking my head and made my way home. Click. My computer booted up and the dark screen transitioned to a bright light as I typed in my password for my computer. C-L-A-I-R-E. My fingers danced across the keys writing out this word of beauty and smugly pressing the enter key. 'Welcome!' The letters on the screen greeted me and once they faded I was left smirking at my background, it was a photo I'd taken of Claire at her locker with that gorgeous hair of hers caught in her jacket zipper and she was fumbling to free herself. I smirked and rolled my mouse over to my folder called 'GIRLFRIEND.PNG' with two clicks it revealed its contents and it was many candied photos of her in school. Some at her desk, others at her locker and some of her just standing around. What a beautiful subject she was without her knowledge. She was my own personal model. I smirked again admiring my photography skills. I was always very interested in photography but I dread photos taken of things that were posing. I think nature and subjects which are unpredictable are the most beautiful and what could be more beautiful than taking photos of this cherub without her knowledge. It was the most raw and genuine form of beauty I'd ever seen.


I checked the time on the computer screen. 3:42PM it read. I jumped up, my body stiffening. "She should be home now" I deviously thought to myself. With a few commands input to the computer a small window appeared and on the top of that window it read DOLLCAM. The emptiness in the window soon turned to a webcam feed of a bedroom as I saw red hair draped in front of the camera like curtains to an opening show and a show it was. Once she had placed the camera down she let out a sigh and began to slowly undress with her back to with camera. First she slipped off her pink T-shirt revealing her quite large breasts in a small white bra that didn't seem nearly large enough for her so her pale breasts flowed out of it. Next she slowly slipped off her black pleated skirt and kicked it to the side. I bit my lip and screenshot the feed with each article of clothing she removed until she was standing in her room naked and I had a new full album. Her naked body was probably one of the most gorgeous things I'd ever seen, curves everywhere. I got out my sketch pad and got to work.


Early the next morning I rushed to school with a single paper in hand. My eyes adorned bags and red veins in them. I'd been up all night drawing away at this and finally it was complete. I folded my art and slipped it into her locker and waited around the corner until she finally arrived. I glanced at the door and I smiled largely there she came walking down the hall and her breasts bounced with each step that she took. She was elated as she saw a corner of the paper I shoved in her locker from outside of the door and she hurried to open it with an excites look on her face she grabbed the paper and unfolded it. My stomach turned as her happy expression turned into fear. Her friend walked over to her, "Another drawing from your admirer huh?" She teased her. Yet Claire's face never changed from that fear filled look. "Whats wrong...?" Her friend asked with concern in her voice replacing the joking way. Claire motioned toward the paper and quietly spoke "...its a drawing of me yes, but I'm naked and it's my room and all of it is completely accurate." She spoke with a shaky voice as her eyes quickly looked around as she ripped up my art and threw it in the garbage and I ducked back behind the corner before she could catch a glimpse of me. My heart shattered and I felt disgusted how could she not like my hard work! It was so accurate it was so real! HOW COULD SHE DESTROY A MASTERPIECE?! An anger started building inside of me. "She simply doesn't understand true beauty," I calmed myself down. I'd just have to show her more art like that and how beautiful she could be in life's purest form then she will learn to love it. A smile grew on my face stretching ear to ear. Something inside of me snapped in that moment seeing her destroy my creation as suddenly I realized her fear filled face might be just as gorgeous as her naked body if not more...


Weeks had passed since that incident and that webcam took center stage on my computer screen. I studied Claire's every single movement. I watched how she'd fight with her parents quite often, I'd watch her look in the mirror at herself with tearful eyes and grab her fat harshly only to begin to cry, I'd watch her paranoia drive her to draw her shades and lock her door before she went to sleep. Sleep.... Every night she'd go to bed at exactly 10:30PM on the dot, in her sexy leopard print night-gown she would crawl into her lonely queen sized bed which I could only dream of entering with her. What was sleep for me? None. I downed can after can of energy drink with the only light from the computer. I watched and I watched. My eyes would burn from not blinking but truthfully I feared myself blinking for I'd miss a second a Claire and that cannot be. Oh Claire.. How I long for your touch. I clicked on my webcam folder, it had nearly a thousand photos of her getting undressed, sleeping, crying, you name it I have it. She was such a delicious little model for me.


In English class one morning I was very drowsy, I'd let myself fall asleep only to have a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. With a gentle fist I rubbed my eyes to regain my vision and oh what a vision it was. My beloved stood before me and my heart had nearly leaped from my chest! With her hand still placed on my shoulder she turned to me and giggled "Hey I said you dropped your wallet!". What a sweet and soft voice she had and this time for the first in my life that sweet voice was directed toward me. To be honest I'd nearly fainted. "T-thanks," I managed to stutter out reaching for the wallet with shaking hands. She handed it over with a sweet smile "No problem just try to get a better nights sleep next time alright, Issac?" It was as if time itself had frozen an angel herself had muttered my name. She knew who I was! I wasn't invisible to my beloved after all. Oh the joy that came over me. Soon after i smirked, not with happiness but because the woman whom I have had such vile thoughts and images of was right in front of me. She soon walked away from my desk and left me in awe. Its funny I'd been talking to you this whole time yet you know nothing about me. My name is Issac, essentially I'm a scrawny nerd who stands at 5'9 and whose arms are as thin as rails. Basically a walking skeleton. I've never had a girlfriend or love of any sort. Anyways back to speaking of my love.


The thoughts of Claire became more and more twisted in my head as sexual fantasies transformed into horrific nightmares and took prominence in my head. Each day I'd try harder and harder to push back those horrid thoughts and each day the thoughts got worse and worse. Pain and sex took hand in hand as my devious side brainstormed away. Why have her temporarily when I could simply become one with her forever? When that thought entered my head suddenly it had become decided what my plan shall now be.

A few weeks had passed and Claire no longer received anything at her locker. No, I've been much too busy for that now. My school grades began plummiting as my attendance to class dwindled from my once perfect record. I didn't really do much of anything anymore, except go to cooking classes. Yeah, you heard me correctly I go to cooking class and I have been for the past two weeks. The instructor praises me often whilst in class and says I have a natural talent for the culinary arts. It's so beautiful what you can create with simplistic ingredients don't you think ? You can take the plain nature of a food and evolve it into something amazingly exciting! I loved cooking so much that I applied for a job at the local butchers and even there I excell. Within a week of training I could beautifully carve any meat put in front of me. I suppose my life is going well yet obviously something is missing and that something was Claire.

She started waving at me in the halls, or whenever she saw me rather since I honestly stopped caring for my grades and skipped class quite often . It was almost as if she was happy to see me but no way that could have been it. My lack of attendance to my classes was not only noticed by my very disappointed teachers however, the idiots in my class noticed as well. As I left the school and walked up to my car suddenly I was approached by a group of neanderthals from my 5th period English class. I groan as 3 or 4 men surround my car and myself. With a smirk the tallest of the bunch casually walks over toward me "Hey, you too fucking good for school now?" He laughed. I ignore him and it seems he does like that very much as his voice and posture get more aggressive. "I am speaking to you dumbfuck," he proclaims with a scowl. "I'm aware what you are doing," I replied monotoned as I watched his face twist with anger. It was what seemed like a flash that the car keys in my hand were snatched right out and into the idiot's possession. "Going somewhere,dipshit?" Another person in the group taunts. "Just give me them back." I say with annoyance as my aggravation grows at the buffoonery going on. "Oh, you want these ?" The main idiot taunts dangling the keys in front of my face and as I go to grab them he harshly yanks them away. "Go and get them then," he smiles as he throws the keys about 10 ft away. I go to go after my keys as I'm grabbed by one of his friends. "Can you lowlifes just leave me alone?" I say as I am struggling to break free of his grip. "How about no," the main idiot smiles sadistically as he winds up his fist and punches me square in the jaw. In that moment I felt my jawbone crack under the intensity of the hit. With both of my arms held back I was unable to shield myself from the numerous hits I got to the face especially the pain of them as I felt my nose coming closer to cracking with each impact. Before I knew it the man holding me threw me on the ground and pushed me down as all 4 started to kick my stomach, ribs and finally with two final kicks, one of which straight to my eye swelling it shut and the other breaking my teeth in. Satisfied in their work they highfived one another as they left finally.

I was unable to get up, I began crawling over to my keys, dragging my torso and legs behind me as I finally collapsed unable to make it there. My eyes firmly shut from the pain as I heard the sound of metal clinking and my body was adjusted to be sitting upright. I felt the hot blood running from my broken nose being gently wiped away by such a delicate touch. I shortly fell unconscious. When i was finally able to reopen my eyes I barley had any vision and everything was a blur to me. The colors I could make out seemed to be muted pinks and whites. I wasn't sure as to where I was but what I was certain of is that it was not my home.

A bright light filled my vision as I heard the faint squeaking of a door opening and a blurry blob walked into the room. The blob walked over to me placing something small but also holding weight next to me. "She'll keep him company," the blur said after placing the item and walking out of the room. I gently felt next to me to see if I could figure out what was next to me. My hands fondled the object as it felt like soft fabrics in a human like shape. I gulped. I now knew where I was.


She must have noticed I was awake she she returned because she just started speaking. "Moms a nurse you know.." She trailed off as her blurry image shifted to the other side of the room."...she fixed you up very well," she spoke again. Trepidation filled my body as the fact I was in my loves room kept hitting me. The room that was to me only an image on a webcam, only something of my imagination and yet ... Here it was and I was in it. "I got scared when Mr.straight A's stopped coming to class but I didnt know I had an actual reason to be scared," Claire said sadly. "I know what you're probably thinking, why am I here in your room? Well the answer is simple. I was walking to my own car when I saw those jerks bothering you. I wanted to do something to make them stop I really did but I was too scared and you got hurt- I got someone to help you into my car and I brought you back here so my mom could take care of your injuries," Claire said shyly. I didn't know what to say or do in this moment honestly. I laid in the room where I've seen and thought about such horrible things with this beauty in front of me and yet she shows me pure and simple compassion.

Eventually my eyes cleared up after spending hours of time just listening to her speak. It meant the world to me to be in this moment with her. "Oh by the way...here," she said digging into her pocket and tossing me my car keys. I smiled and so did she. "I'm always picking up after you, huh?" She giggled. Today was one of the best days of my life honest and truly. "I'm glad you're okay. I know we have never really spoke very much but there's something about you I like." She stopped speaking and thought for a moment. "I know! Since I totally saved your butt you owe me a favor" I could see the dimples in her cheeks when she said that smiling. "What's that?" I ask and she looks shocked that I actually can speak. "Well of course, we have to be friends now right!" Clarie proclaimed. WHAT?! after all I've fucking done for this ungreatful little cunt she wants to friendzone me ?! Oh poor Claire you are going to be with me whether you want to or not. "Sounds great," I manage to spit out with a fake smile while I scowle on the inside. Oh my love I'm sorry but you are going to have to pay for those foolish words. Its okay though I know you didn't mean them.


The past few days I've been hanging out with Claire more and more and the camera and the photos of her took presidence in my life. I had my plan ready to set in motion. I pulled up to the school with Claire in my passenger seat. I've been driving her to schcool for the past few days. We walk into the school and the halls fall silent and then whispers start traveling down them. People would turn and look at Claire and laugh. She got more self conscious the further we walked down the hallway. Nearing her locker it was surrounded by a huge crowd who all turned around to see her and quickly dispersed. "Wh..what's going o-" she stops talking as she sees what caused those whispers. Multiple nude photos of her were taped all over her locker and above those the word 'Slut' was spray painted onto the door. She got angry and began ripping all the photos off the locker and after they were shredded into pieces she ran into my arms. "Who the fuck would do something like this ?" She cried into my shoulder. " Some asshole." I said. Yes that's right I am some asshole. After all, I'm quite the photographer. I smiled nefariously as I held her against my chest tightly comforting her from my own ill doing. It was sad that as of late Claire found herself in a lot of bad situations; most of which my own fault of course. It was a lesson she needed to learn and a punishment that needed to be paid. After all was said and done each of those horrible things that had happened to Claire drove her further into my arms and built her trust up highly for me. The plan was falling into action.

I guess about now you could say that Claire's life fell into dismay. The people at school constantly tourmenting her, her friends disowning her and ever since Claire's parents found that weed on her that I of course had nothing to do with were furious enough to kick her out of the house with nowhere left to go I was her rock. It was that fateful night I got a surprise guest to my abode. It had to be God who'd done this showing his approval to my plan and giving me his okay. If not me being blessed by God why else would I open the door to find my vixen standing there with luggage by her side?