Zee and Anon

She catches you looking.

"Oh, ew!" Zee cries, flinching instinctively. You're right behind her at the water fountain, and the clear, bright liquid sprays a bit as the most beautiful girl at Metropolis High whirls around with a swirl of her skirt and screams at you. "What were you doing, you pervert?"

"I..." your voice dies in your throat. It's like the sun glaring down at an asteroid. You're TALLER than her but it feels like she towers over you.

"I saw you staring at my butt, you freak!" screams Zee into your face. "You're probably some closet rapist, you sick freak. Are you some gamer incel?"

"N-No, u-uh, Zee," you say, using her name, since everyone in school knows it. "It's... uh..."

"You disgusting weird freak," growls Zee, gritting her perfect teeth at you. "I should go to a hall monitor and--"

"I-It's a nice butt."

Her beautiful purple eyes change shape a bit at this.

"No, no!" you say. "I'm sorry, I'm a total pervert, you're right, I--"

"Say that again."

You lift up your eyes. She's staring at you with a strange expression on her face.

"Your... your butt? It's nice," you say.

"Hmm," purrs Zee. She does the strangest thing: she smiles. She just purred, and now she has a very catlike smile on her face, smug, satisfied, those full lips curved easily on her pale face. "Well, it IS always nice to be admired." You think you can go now, but then she says: "So, why is my butt nice?"

"Well, uh..." sweat is literally running down the back of your neck. The goddess of the school is putting you on the spot. "I-It's..." horrified at yourself, you hold your hands out in front of you. "Y-Your butt is really big, and... and fat..."

Zee's eyebrows lower.

"But it's a sexy fat!"

And the eyebrows raise back up.

"It's... f-fat," you continue to stammer, "but nice and r-round, too. Super... shapely. Not, like... dumpy. Or flabby. It's a big..." you can't believe you're saying this, "a big booty... but it's a good big booty!"

Your eyes are closed. You flinch and wince, awaiting the explosion.

Silence meets you, instead. You wait three seconds, and then you open your eyes. Zee is smirking at you. She doesn't look angry at all. She looks very, very pleased, as a matter of fact.

"Well," she says, and the smirk grows wider, "that's a nice compliment. Honest, too. I can tell. Which just makes it better." She tosses her beautiful purple hair over her shoulder. "It IS always nice to be admired. Even by those who are lower on the pecking order."

"O-Oh," you say. Your erection is throbbing in your baggy jeans. Can she see it? There's no way she can see it, right?

Her purple eyes flicker down. Then meet your face again. You swallow. Just a coincidence. There's no way she saw.

"Hmmm..." she hums, tapping her chin. "You know, what's your name? I've seen you before."

You tell her.

"Oh, yeah, I see you in Algebra," she says. And then, very pointedly, she looks around.

So do you. The halls have cleared out. It's five minutes to class, and everyone has cleared out of this particular hallway.

"You always get such GOOD grades, I remember," says Zee, and the way she says GOOD makes you arch your back. And all of a sudden she is literally right in front of you, her body less than an inch from yours. She starts to press into you, and you start to walk backwards.

"Umm..." you mumble, "Y-Yeah..."

"So, my dear..." says Zee. She glances around again, and the hallways are emptier than ever. "If you're so good at math... can you count to five?"

"W-Well... yeah..." you stammer.

And then Zee turns all the way around, and pushes her soft, fat buttocks right into your crotch.

"So... count with me, okay?" she says, her voice low, and thick. "Ready?"

Your mind is boiling itself alive. "Uhh..." you stammer, out of control with lust and confusion. "Uhh..."

"Oh, I'll just do it," said Zee. "One."

When she counts 'one,' she very, very sensually twerks her bottom directly into your crotch.

"Uhh!" you grunt heavily, out of your mind at the feeling of such beautiful warm softness.

"Two." She twerks again, smothering you with the swell of her fat right buttock.

You throw your head backward. You've both backed against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway, and there's a loud BANG! as your head hits the metal. But you don't notice or care about the discomfort.

"Three." Zee has found your boner and she knows it. Your throbbing cock is almost perfectly wedged between her hefty fat ass cheeks, and she's essentially grinding her buttocks around it like it's a knife in a sharpener.

You give a big, full-body twitch and bang hard against the lockers behind you. You're going to...

"Four." She grinds against you again, and on instinct you reach out and grope her breasts. They don't measure up to her butt and her thighs, but they're soft, and they squish in your fingers.

"Uh," Zee says softly. Just the hint, just the whisper, of a moan. That's all you get from her. But it's like water in the desert.

You're much louder. "Uhhh," you moan. Your dick is throbbing. "Uhhhh..."

"Hold on there, you pervert," says Zee, smirking as she says it. "Don't stain my skirt or I'll make you buy me a new one." She turns to glance at you over her shoulder, her purple eyes dancing and sparkling with delight. "But I know what's coming... you ready?"

"I... I..."

"FIVE." And Zee grinds against you with all her might, her fat butt cheeks actually deforming in their softness as they press and contort against your pelvic area and crotch. She presses with genuine force, putting her fat thighs into it.

"A-Ah!"

And you both knew what was coming. The golden haze of climax comes over you, and you slump where you stand, basking seaside waves of pleasure wafting through your entire slim form.

"Hmm, let's see..." Zee has pulled away from you, and she bends. She picks up the back of her skirt and lifts it, allowing you an enticing view of that beautiful fat bottom. She's wearing frilly white panties, lots of lace. "No cum stain. Oh, that's good! Better than I've had before."

"Uhhhhhh," you groan, both sore and happy all at once.

Zee crosses her arms and smirks at you. "That was for giving me an honest compliment." She flicks her purple hair over her shoulder. "I get compliments all the time, but most of them are fake. An... honest compliment, a real one, is nice. I LOVE when people compliment me, and I love it even more when they mean it. I thought it deserved a reward."

Overhead, the bell rings.

"Oop! I'm gonna be late." Zee hurries off, booted feet clacking on the floor. "See you in Algebra, sweetie! Toodaloo!"

So you stand there, hoping against hope that the teacher of your next class won't mind, and that the stain on your jeans isn't TOO visible.