**Disclaimer:** I’m not much of a writer, and I’m looking for feedback. **Warnings:** [This is just the opening to a longer story which will contain: fantasy elements, anal, and dub-con. If you’re not into those things I don’t recommend getting invested.](/spoiler)
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The sunlight coming through the blinds warmed Amelia’s face and she opened her eyes.
The morning was already stifling and approaching unbearably hot. She slowly pushed herself up from her bed, stretching her arms out before letting out a groan in frustration. Amelia slept naked more often than not, and her chronic fever left her sweaty and uncomfortable, “I shouldn’t have to wear any clothes…”
She had soaked through the sheets again. There was an especially dark saturated spot in the middle of her bed. All this week she had been *restless,* there had been a burning ache between her thighs, which built and built with no sign of quelling no matter often she tried to rub it away.
She crossed her legs, flexed her thighs, and let out another frustrated groan. A sense of dread had crept in. She hoped it wasn’t permanent. She had already been plagued with enough inexplicable oddities. Between her perpetual fever, hyper-metabolism, and something the doctors referred to as a *chambered lower gastrointestinal tract,* she couldn’t bear to add constantly horny to the list.
She swung her bare feet out from her bed, her toes only just glancing with the floor before she rose to her feet. She gave her meager breasts a scratch, before stretching her arms upward, her stiffened joints popped and her stomach grumbled angrily.
She reached back, her fingers biting into her ass cheeks and she gave the supple flesh a wobble before briefly pulling the meat apart and letting it collided back in place with a muted *phlap.* “Jesus— When did my ass get this fat?” She dejected to herself.
She walked to her closet suddenly conscious of the slight jiggle and subtle bounce her ass made with each step she a took. Despite her grumbling stomach, she decided it would be best to skip breakfast today.
She carefully clasped herself into her bra and shimmied into a set of cotton running shorts. As she pulled up the undersized fabric it immediately sunk itself between her ass mounds. She groaned aloud, fruitlessly attempting to pick the wedgie free before giving up. She grabbed a skull embroidered black tank-top and pulled it over her head down to her waist, then slipped on a pair of pink crew socks and over-wore chucks, picked up her backpack and went out the door.
She walked to school as she did every morning, but something about today was a bit strange. Every head seemed to turn as she walked by, she could feel their eyes on her. Everyone seemed to be looking at her. A car slammed straight into the back of another because he could stop staring, only the collision seemed to bring him back to his senses.
Amelia was shy but not entirely unaware she was attractive. She was slender and bit taller than the average girl in class. Her skin was smooth and cream-colored, but above all, she loved her long lustrous auburn hair. Other than her “deformities” she wasn’t very self-conscious aside from her utter lack of tits and her obnoxiously fat ass. —But this level of attention was way more than usual.
As strange as her walk to school had been when she finally arrived things seemed normal. She hurried to her Literature class, most of her classmates were already seated and waiting for Ms. Scott to begin today’s lecture.
She found her usual seat behind Emma. Emma was a cherubic face and well rounded-proportions. She could’ve been quite popular but she quiet and studious, not unlike herself. Despite Amelia’s best efforts, the girl was far sheepish to cultivate a proper friendship.
“Emma?” Amelia murmured quietly, as she retrieved the literary analysis assignment from her backpack. “Would you mind taking a look at my paper?”
“Ok,” Emma replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Amelia passed the paper forward and repositioned herself so she was kneeling in her seat, her torso hanging over the top of her desk. Her back bowed low and her ass raised high, swaying slightly as she looked over Emma’s shoulder. Emma’s lips moved silently along she read through her work. She looked as she was about to comment on something when Amelia felt a sudden weight fall between her ass cheeks. The weight wiggled and released one breathy sigh before Amelia could turn around. She had been so horny lately she almost moaned, but the shock of it had taken over.
The quiet boy that had sat behind her, nearly all year had just planted his face between her ass cheeks and motorboated her ass. He may have even tried to spread them open, but he wasn’t quite quick enough. She hadn’t meant to slap him, but before she knew what was happening she had spun around, her hand swinging towards the boy’s cheek, and then there was a pop. She felt the sting of the blow in her fingertips, and he was just as stupefied as she had been.
The whole classroom gasped at the sound and then went silent just before Ms. Scott screamed, “Amelia, straight to the principle’s office!”
Amelia felt her lip tremble, “But Ms. Scott—”
“Now!” Ms. Scott replied sternly. Her tone left no room for protest.
The classroom was deathly quiet as she made her exit. The hall to the principle’s office was quiet as well. She thought about the boy, his name may have been Alec, or Alexis or something like that. *He was usually so reserved… but what he just did was witless and vile… still he was rather handsome, even stunned like baby deer.* She felt a flutter in her stomach, and a warmth spread down her thighs as she walked down the hall. She cursed herself for slapping him, *but honestly what did the boy expect?* It had to be her shorts she realized. She picked at the wedgied fabric, only for her ass to swallow it up again as she took another step. She let out an exasperated groan and as she turned to adjust herself some more she saw she had arrived.
Her knees seemed to buckle from just reading *Administrative Office* etched into the frosted glass. Nervous but undeterred, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside. She only needed to explain what happened, she assured herself. The receptionist’s desk was empty, and the Principle’s office door was closed, but there was a faint light behind the frosted window on the office door.
Her nerves suddenly failed her. She thought about simply skipping school for the day. No one would even notice if she was gone. She was about to turn around when a shadow moved behind the frosted glass and the door creaked open. Mr. Foster, the school’s Vice principle stood in the doorway, towering in his brown tweed jacket, and tailored jeans. “May I help you?”
“Hmmm, yes, sir…” Amelia squeaked in surprise.
Amelia wasn’t sure how old Mr. Foster was, but she knew he was much older than herself. Probably in his early thirties. He was more imposing than any of the boys in her class and… much more handsome. She felt her heart thumping it’s way up to her throat.
Mr. Foster took a step back and gestured her inside the office with a broad sweep of his arm.
Amelia swallowed hard and stepped inside. She had never been in the principle’s office before. The room was more cozy than cramped. There was a large bookshelf packed with books, a heavy-looking wooden desk littered with papers, with two leather chairs on either side.
Mr. Foster cleared his throat and sat down behind the desk, “So, what can I do for you, Miss?”
“Amelia,” Amelia answered, “and a boy buried his face in my ass…”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cv3m4w/a_girl_with_peculiarities_part_one_fantasy_mf