chapter 4

Nymeria snuffled, backing up slightly as the gorgeous activist reached for her with a hesitant hand. Still, the plump college girl didn’t fully evade the gentle touch, finding a trace of genuine contrition in the taller girl’s voice. There was something in her eyes as well, something vulnerable and true that made the soft elf feel like maybe Tamyana wasn’t so much mean as she was blunt and full of bravado. The purple eyed beauty didn’t hear any apology. In fact, the toned half-orc even pointed multiple times at the elf’s weight, saying the quiet part out loud and making it clear to Nym that she saw her overfed body as some kind of fault. Still, this blunt honestly came with some truth about Tamyana herself, how she saw her orcish heritage, how she drew similarities between then. The dark haired girl exposed some of her own insecurities and inner struggles, and that was worth a lot for Nym.

When the finger moved to touch the pliable flesh of her overflowing cleavage, the plump elf didn’t moved back. Instead, she stood firm and looked Tamyana in the eyes, her breathing short, scanning the half-orc’s expression to find any trace of hypocrisy, any sniff of any game the athletic girl might play with her. All she found was a cracking veil of countenance, and the confirmation that her first reaction might have been uncalled for. Tamyana didn’t pity her. She was simply rude and insensitive, but in a very intriguing kind of way. Nymeria couldn’t help but crave to see what was hiding under the mask of the mysterious girl. So, she swallowed her pride, and lightened her expression, deescalating the situation. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes and stretched herself, massaging her neck while looking at the half-orc sideways.

- ‘’You aren’t a smooth talker, you know that right?’’’ She said, while raising her chubby arms up, causing the taunt fabric of her too small top to ride even further up the curve of her rolled stomach. With a coy smile, Nym moved one hand down her neck and, slowly, across the expanse of her cleavage, following her exposed neckline with her opened hand, giving a gentle squeeze to her breast, before moving further down to her belly and gently pulling her short back to their original position, just below her deep belly button.

- ‘’I know I am fat, very much so. I mean… I almost got stuck in that doorway, I guess that’s telling. But, you wouldn’t have pushed… all this… through the door if you didn’t want some of it. Right? Seems to me that you are the one working very hard for… us to happen.’’

Nymeria stepped closer, her voluptuous bosom bouncing heavily from her movement, before she softly crossed an arm over the enormous orbs to settle them down. The blue haired poser intensified the movement on purpose. She was playing with the only card her decadent lifestyle really gave her, betting on this insight that maybe Tamyana was actually really into her.

- ‘’So please, girl, don’t try to play it like I am the only one that might be very happy if this evening grows into a night. You are gorgeous, and bold, and intriguing. But don’t take me for granted just because I don’t have a washboard for a tummy. Is that clear? My sex life isn’t your business, and if your assumptions aren’t exactly false, it’s far from being the whole truth.’’

The shorter girl paused and sighed, gathering some resolve before exposing some of her own truths to the toned activist. ‘’I am from a mixed district. There are a lot of humans around, more than all the non-humans combined. I can tell you something, my weight isn’t the flaw everyone is looking at.’’

Nym turned her head and pulled a lock of blue hair back, exposing her long knife shaped ears to the half-orc. They were hard to miss, about six inches long, they were longer than most elves’, and her haircut did little to conceal them. Most elves that wanted to integrate with human society would hide them with their hairs or hats, even using plastic surgery to remove the embarrassing proof they were not part of humankind.

- ‘’I refuse to conform to what they want, to be like they wished I was. I am not going to conceal who I am for humans, and that didn’t make me very popular with anyone really.’’

With her other hand, the plump punk grabbed some fat from her belly, giving it a gentle shake as she made her point.

- ‘’This is me as well. That, it’s the elves that don’t like it. But they have no more right to control me than the humans. Still, the hypocrites will hide their ears and tell me I dishonour the specie. I spit on all of them. My life is mine. Maybe I am lonely sometimes… But it’s my choice, and that’s worth something.’’

Shaking her head, Tamyana stepped closer while listening to Nym’s story, bringing their bodies very close. Not quite enough to touch, but close enough that they could feel the other’s body heat radiating off each other’s skin. Falling silent, she seemingly listened carefully to what the elf had to say. Despite being from a totally different world than Nym, it felt as if Tamyana empathized with the plump elf. Sure, they had lived very distinct lives, Nymeria experiencing discrimination but abundance and luxury, while Tamyana had clearly lived in the street, but being an half-orc, it could be guessed she had not been fitting in much better. While one was too fat to be an elf, and too elvish to ever bland as an human, the other was too orcish to be a human and too human to be an orc. In the end there wasn't all that much difference; apart from the fact this short elf was nearly three times heavier than the athletic half-orc.

Tamyana stepped closer again, this time pressing her body into Nymeria’s plush figure without any shame as she pinned the elf girl up against the wall, her gaze intense, with a fire fueled by more emotions than mere lust. Nym’s little story clearly had some effect on the gorgeous half-orc. One of her hand pressed into the wall beside Nymeria's head while the other came up and gently caressed the curve of the elf’s enormous bosom. It wasn't exactly groping, but it wasn’t a very subtle contact, to say the least.

"I spotted you because you were different. You walked into this place… with a figure like this" She said sliding her hand down to Nymeria's belly and giving it a playful squeeze. "Radiating rich girl money and innocence. It takes guts to go where you don't fit in and I respect that. I figured someone like that…"

She paused, her hand coming back up to Nymeria’s breast for emphasis, "… was someone I wanted to get to know a little better. I got to admit a part of me was interested in your money too. I'm a street girl you know. Money is attractive to me, and no offence, but you look like you never skipped a lunch in your whole life.’’ She grinned, the comment having a hint of mockery, but also awe at the opulence of this plump elf.

Leaning in close, the toned orcish beauty got her face real close to Nymeria's "But if you want, how did you put it, this evening to become a night. You better get one thing straight. I'm don't take anything for granted. That’s a luxury only rich little girls can afford. I wake up every day, grateful that I didn't get beaten up by cops or some orc gang, and I eat every scrap, thankful that I'm not gonna starve. You may think because I'm strong and tall and… alright, kinda hot I guess, that everything comes easy to me, but you better think again. Nothing in my life has ever come easy to me. Don’t project your issues on me, princess.’’

Tamyana was giving of a weird, angry, aggressive, dominant, but humble kind of energy. It was unsettling for the overfed punk elf. Definitely not her definition of fairy tale romance, but then again, Tamyana wasn't any kind of fairy tale princess. She was someone who survived on her instincts and had to fight every day just to get ahead. When you put it that way, expecting her to give off anything other than some kind of broken fucked up energy would be naive. Tamyana's face was so close now, Nymeria could feel she was breathing a little heavily, her eyes full of anger and sadness and compassion. A strange cocktail of emotions.

Pinned by the much stronger girl, Nym was caught off-guard, her soft pliable form squished firmly against the wall. The hallway was just wide enough for them both to fit, and with the elf’s belly and breast jousting far away in front of her body, she was taking most of the space, obviously. The pampered poser could feel Tamyana’s toned stomach pressing firmly against her blubbery midsection, while the half-orc’s perky bosom was resting against her expansive chest. The contrast between their bodies was stark. One was tall and lean, the other short and obese beyond comparison. After Tamyana’s long diatribe, the busty elf was left stunned by the half-orc’s honesty, and a little disappointed by herself as well. How naive she was to think her trendy outfit would suffice to have her blend with the crowd. Tamyana only needed a glance to know she wasn’t from their world, to smell the scent of privilege all over her pale soft skin. Nym should consider herself lucky that the first person to lay hands on her was this gorgeous girl, someone that was intrigued and attracted by her. She could as easily have been mugged and left in a gutter. Being called innocent was a bit embarrassing, but it was definitively true.