“Oh no.” Therese stole glances at the sweaty fat nerd waiting to cross the street. He had the same dumb look on his face as always, made worse by the gamer gear stretched by the rolls of fat hanging off his body.

Jeanette leaned in, pressing her chest into Therese’s back. “You know that guy?”

“He’s some creep I met at a math event. The guy won’t stop messaging me everywhere asking to go out. Come on, let’s go.”

Jeanette held her ground and grabbed Therese by the wrist. “Let me take care of it.”

“No! Seriously, let’s just go.”

The blonde wouldn’t let her go. The fatso crossed the street and turned their way. As soon as his eyes hit Therese, they lit up. “Wow!” He rushed over, every roll of fat on his body jiggling with his trundling steps. By the time he reached them, his belly had come out and he tried to stretch the shirt back over it with embarrassment. “Wow, it’s really you!”

“Wow…” Therese muttered bleakly. “It’s me.”

“Have you been away? I’ve been messaging you for days, man, days!”

Jeanette watched the whole thing unfold with an amused glint to her big hazel eyes. “Therese tells me you’re a creep that won’t stop stalking her.”

Upon hearing that, the fattie crumbled. “Uhm.” Helplessly, he looked to Therese for help, but the brunette lowered her gaze in embarrassment and sighed. Come on, why does she have to make it like this? This guy was so stupid and cringy that even telling him a simple truth could be considered abuse. People like him needed to live in a fantasy world to survive.

“Sorry,” he whispered, looking defeated and without allies. “I’ll stop.”

Jeanette took a powerful step between them and blocked his view of Therese entirely. The nerd froze upon seeing her huge milkers hovering within reach. He stared at them openly, shamelessly, unable to look away, awestruck by their magnificent size. People passed them by, but time froze for him as if a goddess had personally intervened.

“You like these?” Jeanette pushed a finger into the side of her boob and showed him just how squishy they were.

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh, I don’t mind! Look at them as much as you want and enjoy yourself.”

Therese felt humiliated again. Sure, she didn’t want this guy to be after her all the time, but she didn’t want to give him over to Jeanette either… In a world where so few guys were chasing her, she could at least content herself with saying she had one unbearable stalker, no matter how fat and ugly he was. “It’s okay,” she announced, trying to step past Jeanette and get his attention. “You can keep looking at me too.”

Her words, however, had no effect and went practically unheard. The fattie’s eyes were captivated by the most amazing pair of tiddies. Jeanette glanced back at the brunette with a knowing smirk.

“Your boobs are so amazing. I’ve never seen boobs this great. And your figure too. And your face. You’re perfect. How are you not a celebrity?” He was so earnest in heaping his compliments that even Jeanette blushed a little.

Again with those boobs. It’s all about those damn boobs… thought Therese. A bus passed by and she half-considered jumping in front of it and ending her chestlet existence. Then she saw the ad on the side of the bus for toothpaste blatantly advertised by using some busty woman in a tank top. The sadness turned to anger. They can’t keep getting away with this!

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“Do you have an Onlyfans?”

“Onlyfans?” Jeanette laughed. “Hell no. Plus, I just turned eighteen. I’m still in high school.”

“Me too,” he admitted shyly, realizing he was going too far.

At the outset, Jeanette hoped that she could both trigger Therese and get this guy to regret his behavior. But interacting with him now made her rethink the second part. He was as harmless as a wallflower - just a total lack of self-awareness. Rather than getting him to feel bad, she decided to reward him.

“Well. You can take a pic of my boobs if you want. But you gotta promise me one thing.”

“What?”

Jeanette took a look at the people around them and eyed a nearby alley. She motioned towards it and went over, the fatso and Therese following along. “First, tell me you don’t have any photos of Therese stored on your phone.”

“I don’t!” he cried emphatically. His mouth stayed open, hanging, as if he hadn’t finished speaking, but no words came out. Jeanette tilted her head and gave him a lopsided grin full of disbelief. He hung his head. “Okay, I do.”

“Give me your phone.” He unlocked it for her and Jeanette scrolled through the pictures. “Jesus!” The cruel cackle rang through the entire alleyway. “He must have every picture of you ever taken on here.”

Therese hugged herself uncomfortably. “You’re such a creep.” Deep down, though, she was thinking of how sad it was that she was losing her one stalker. To Jeanette, no less. I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Why did I say anything?

“Wow, and a lot of porn, too.”

The nerd gulped. “It’s just ecchi…”

“Ecchi, huh? Okay, make that two things. I’ll let you take a picture of my boobs, but first: you have to delete every picture you have of Therese.”

“Okay.”

“Not just that. You have to delete her everywhere. You can’t contact her ever again. You can’t think about her. You have to erase her from your memory, okay? You have to delete her from your mind.”

Therese hoped that he would disagree with that part, at least. After all they shared a few interesting talks and a few laughs. To agree to “delete” his own memories wasn’t just thoughtless, but completely inhumane towards her.

For a moment, he hesitated. But as he looked up from the screen, all he could see were Jeanette’s cowtits rising and falling with her powerful, confident breaths. “Alright.”

He’s doing away with me completely? Deleting me for her boobs. Was this how little pettankos lives like hers mattered? The guy seemed so intoxicated by the sight of Jeanette that there was probably nothing he wouldn’t have done to please her. Had the blonde asked him to butcher Therese in this alley, he probably would’ve done it.

“Now for the second thing. Delete all your porn. Pardon,” said Jeanette ironically, “your ecchi.”

This time he nodded firmly. “Done!”

“The only thing you’re allowed to look at is my picture, okay? You can only think about me. Promise me that.”

The fatso blinked slavishly. “I promise.”

Jeanette shrugged. “Go ahead. Take your picture. Just one, so make it count.”

The nerd pointed the camera and searched for the perfect angle. He was taking his sweet time; Jeanette got annoyed and began to count him down. “Five, four, three, tw-”

“It’s done! It’s done.”

“Good boy. Now go home and enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you so much.” The blessing of the highest authority in the world wouldn’t have made him as happy. “Thank you with all my heart. Therese, sorry if-”

“Hmm?” Jeanette leaned in and blocked her out of his view again. “What did we discuss? Who are you talking to?”

He tried to think of what he did wrong. “Nobody,” came the stammered response.

“How many people are in this alley?”

“Just us.”

Jeanette grinned wolfishly. “That’s right. Now, run along, you fat dork.”

Therese blinked her tears away as he took off. She did not care for him one bit, but she had never been made to feel subhuman in this way. Jeanette truly made it feel like she wasn’t even a person. Not even there. A non-entity.

“See, I got rid of your problem,” the blonde said. The massive chest turned to her direction. “Don’t you think you should thank me?”

Therese hugged herself and trembled, feeling the numbness spreading through her body. “Thank you.” The response was mechanical and dead.

“He’ll never think about you again,” Jeanette whispered into her ear, pressing the information like a dagger to the brain. “Only me.”