[COMM] Corruption Arc - Chapter 5: Nico

This was a commission from a patron! I had a ton of fun working on it. Writing a female character who is unabashedly interested in fattening up guys who probably would've been thin their whole lives if they never crossed her path was perfect to sink my teeth into. There are 9 parts total, switching from Nico's perspective to Luke's, and I'll post them here every two weeks.

Enjoy!

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Nico was beyond irritated after driving Luke home. Not because of Luke; he’d been precious the whole time. Asking to hold her hand with his voice about to crack? So virginal. She’d wanted to snap him up right there, push him even further. But she knew better. She didn’t like to be, but she was capable of being patient.

No, she was annoyed at Marcus. Fucking Marcus. He was such a jealous bitch. Nico had been with him the longest of anyone, off and on for over two years. He knew Nico better than anyone. Had witnessed or been the victim of every one of her manipulative tactics. (And yet he kept falling for them, even long after they’d broken up for good…) He knew Luke was just the type of blank slate Nico went gaga over, and so of course he was getting in the fucking way. If he hadn’t said anything about the weed in the rice krispies Luke had been downing, Luke wouldn’t have had a clue. He would’ve just been happy and hungry and giggly.

She’d been so busy enjoying watching Luke stuff himself with everything put in front of him that she hadn’t considered that might get interrupted. She’d planned on him eating until his t-shirt started to ride up along the bloat of his belly that night. If all went well, she would keep dosing him in the future, letting the weed do its work and getting Luke to pad his own waistline, all without him even realizing.

So of course Marcus had been ready to blow up her plans the first chance he got. Thankfully, Nico knew how to improvise. She saw the panic in her poor little freshman’s eyes and realized she could be an angel to him right then, soothing his fears and convincing him it really was no big deal, that he could choose this indulgence himself in the future now that he’d experienced it by accident. But it meant she would have to be patient. Ugh.

She’d at least been rewarded with seeing Luke at his most vulnerable. She could tell he was agonizing over it all, ashamed at having like, sinned or whatever. It was so goddamned cute the way he had lapped up every word she said. She almost wished she’d had the idea to break it to him herself. The way he kept looking at her while she talked in the car, like she walked on water and was the only one who could save him, was delectable. The seeds were sown, and now she just had to tend to them carefully and wait for them to grow.

Nico took things a little slower after that. She waited and watched, like a fat spider at the center of her web. She took note of the little things, like Luke no longer being so jumpy around her. He didn’t quite go out of his way to interact with her, but he was no longer avoiding her, either. He even upped his volunteer hours.

Tragically, he was still spending much of his time out of Nico’s reach. He was still going to the campus gym regularly and staying home in the evenings to study. When he showed up to other parties he was invited to, he still wasn’t drinking or smoking, but he’d at least lost the deer-in-headlights look he once had every time someone started rolling joints or pulled out a pipe. The frustration of having him so close, so very nearly ready, but still out of her grasp, left her with a hollow she couldn’t help but try and fill. Mostly with food. While Nico generally preferred to stuff others rather than herself, her frustrated desires needed another outlet. Still, it wasn’t what she actually wanted. Every time she ate, she still couldn’t stop thinking about how to bring Luke closer.

She knew this time period would be crucial, where he’d started to acclimate to things he’d been told were wrong but hadn’t yet given in himself. She needed to be the one to push him deeper and the one who was there to catch him and soothe any discomfort.

She mused for a while on what fears he had that she could prod at. She looked through his social media, and his friends’ and family’s, while feasting on two extra large pizzas one evening. They were all the types who liked to make grandiose posts about their faith and beliefs and the blessings in their lives. She noticed a theme across dozens and dozens of posts: an obsession with fitness. His father posted every week about going on runs every Sunday, and how one couldn’t be a “warrior for god” if you didn’t have the body for it. His fiancee wrote long posts about how her “flexibility practice” (which definitely wasn’t yoga, because that would’ve been demonic) prepared her spirit for god’s love and her body for her future husband. Luke had liked that post, which Nico found hilarious. The girl had dressed it up to sound all religious, but she was just bragging about how bendy she would be in bed.

That explained why he was spending so much time exercising still, even far beyond the eyes and influence of his church. It wasn’t just a habit or a hobby, but an act of worship. If she could lure him away from that… well, he’d be all hers then, wouldn’t he?

She finished her sleuthing and focused on the last few slices of pizza. Her already immense stomach felt achingly swollen, though only the most practiced eye would be able to tell how full she was. Every bite was a chore, but she couldn’t stop herself. She lifted up her shirt, massaging at her gut. She needed to make a move. If she kept pining after Luke instead of actually doing something, she’d stuff herself until she popped.