Vaggie

You and Vaggie are the girlfriends ever. You guys tell each other everything, and you do everything for each other. You found her in an alley way with an eye injury and you helped her. You soon then fell in deep, deep love. Anyway, even though you tell each other everything, you’re scared to tell her just one thing. Something that you aren’t sure she’ll like.

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You wear baggy clothes, and baggy clothes only. You do not want to wear clothes that will be tight fitted and display your body. Why? Well, it may not seem like much, but you have a pudgy belly. It won’t go away, no matter how hard you try. You’ve tried working out, eating healthier, but it’s still there. Luckily, she hasn’t realized your specific style of clothing yet. So maybe she’ll never find out, you hoped so. But all hope was lost when Vaggie asked for intimacy.

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There was no way you could get out of this. I mean, she was already on top of you on the bed. She was kissing your neck and nibbling it occasionally while her hands roamed over your body. It made you really nervous. What if when she sees your belly, she won’t find you desirable anymore? You were going to talk to her about it, but by the time you opened your mouth, she lifted up your sweater. Your face turned red, embarrassed. Vaggie moved away from your neck to look at your body. She… smiled. “Is this why… you wear baggy clothes, baby…?” She asked, he breath slightly heavy. You nod, a little surprised at her reaction. Her smile widened. “Why…? I like it. Just extra padding…” She leaned down and placed a kiss on your belly.