By NAMB
Copyright 2025 by NAMB all rights reserved
[4,110 words]
* * * * *The Chubby Girls’ Club
Tom nudged Greg as they walked down the school hallway, “Don’t look
now, but here comes the Tubby Twins,” referring to their rotund under
classmates Charleen and Nancy.
The girls blushed but said
nothing. Many of the boys made remarks about their weight, but almost
all of them gave up when the taunts became old. For the most part, the
girls didn’t react, and without a reaction there was no incentive for
the activity.
Inwardly, the girls felt a mixture of humility
and hatred. Tom and Greg were not all that good looking and certainly
weren’t popular except with each other.
Arlene, another
freshman and classmate to the girls, admonished the boys, “Leave them
alone. They’re nice girls. What have they ever done to you? Why don’t
you grow up?”
Tom raised his phone and aimed it at the “Dumpy
Duo,” as they sometimes called them. “Let me get a picture. Oh wait! I
don’t have a wide-angle lens.”
“Even if you did, you’d need an extra wide TV to show it on,” his partner in crime chuckled.
As Arlene walked by the girls she said, “Don’t mind them. Some boys
will be immature forever. You think by the time they reach 16, they
would start showing some sense.”
It did a little bit to revive
the girls’ morale, but the boys could not resist a final parting
insult, “See you a-ROUND the school, Blubber Babes.”
The girls
didn’t see the boys until leaving school. Nonetheless, the boys got
their parting shot calling them the “Chubby Chicks” and “Plump Pussies.”
The two girls lived several houses apart on the same street, so they walked to and from school together.
“Grrr, those boys!” Charleen lamented, “Just once, I’d like to show them what it’s like to be humiliated.”
“I know. They are rude and that’s their fault. We can’t help it if we have a few extra pounds.”
“Yeah, my doctor says that it’s ‘baby fat’ and that I’ll grow out of
it. Heck, I’m growing and it’s still there. I’m even having my periods.”
“Same here. I’m blaming it on a low metabolism.”
“OK, so maybe we need to go to the gym and maybe on a diet. But that’s
still not a reason for the boys to pick on us. They’re nothing special.
If we just had something to tease them about, then it wouldn’t be so
bad.”
“I’d like to get even, too.”
“Let’s go over my house,” Charleen suggested, “and watch some videos.
Charleen was the computer wiz of the two and made a “magic stick.”
The magic stick was a thumb drive that you plugged into the computer.
It essentially was a mini-computer in itself. When you plug it in and
boot up, it takes over the computer. It becomes the brain and the
computer’s circuits, RAM, input / output, keyboard and monitor –
everything but the hard drive – are taken over by it.
This means that all nannyware and traces of web browsing were off. Total private browsing; at least from parental eyes.
Charleen made batches of them routinely and sold the lots off to an
older boy for $10 each. The drives themselves cost about $2.50 each
when bought in bulk. It took her about 10 minutes (unattended) to
program each one. He resold them for $25 a pop. Every couple of weeks
he’d come back for more.
The girls could surf anywhere they wanted and picked their way through the nasty jungle of pornography out there.
Most of it was made by men for men and showed women in a subordinate position. The girls hated that.
Some of it was “straight sex” and the girls were OK enough with it and
were even pleased to find that there was a fetish for BBW or Big Bodied
Women.
They eventually found some niches that did fascinate
them. Lesbian sites had an appeal even though the girls didn’t relate
that way personally, they were very curious about it and had not yet
worked up the courage to try any of it.
They came across sites
that featured a thing called female domination and although the topic
intrigued them very much, there was something about the dressing up and
the over the top acting that made it seem so artificial. They also were
turned off by the violence of it all.
The did find some sites
dedicated to CFNM – Clothed Female / Naked Male. These sites seemed a
lot tamer and less scripted or staged. Some of it was, but some videos
seemed to have been taken at real clubs where women could go to watch
male strippers. There were also a number of videos that seemed to have
been taken at private parties.
The real surprise was how turned on they got over some gay sites. Those boys sure love penises and like to show them off!
Men having oral sex with each other was something they vowed that they would be willing to pay to see in person.
Anal sex, on the other hand, was better performed by a woman with a
strap on. The girls wondered how they could get a hold of a dildo and a
harness.
But their all time favorite were the sites showing
frottage: men rubbing the cocks together to make each other cum. These
showed close up videos of the penises and how they stimulate each other.
What intrigued them most was that frottage was something that only a
boy could do to another boy. Each penis was the thing doing the
masturbation while being masturbated by the other penis.
Also
on the top of their list were videos of circle jerks. All those
penises: all at the same time! Some clips show as many as seven boys
all jerking off at the same time and shooting their sperm one after the
other.
They downloaded a couple of frottage and circle jerk
videos and saved them on the magic stick. These videos made them very
popular at sleepovers and other all-girl gatherings.
As they
watched the masturbating boys on the screen, a thought occurred to
Nancy, “It’s too bad we can’t get Tom and Greg to do that and get it on
a video. Then we could make them do anything we want.”
-=o=-
It was Wednesday and the boys took advantage of Tom’s mother’s absence
from the house to view some porn, as best as they could, on Tom’s
computer.
“I wish I had one of those magic sticks like some of the guys told us about,” Tom said.
“Yeah, that would be cool. Imagine bringing up every dirty magazine
we’ve ever seen and see it here right on the screen and in action, too.”
“$25 is a bit steep, but it would be worth it. I’m kind of afraid to
ask around. I mean, there’s really only one reason to buy one. They’re
going to know what we’re doing when we watch those videos.”
“So maybe it’s some guy we don’t know. He may know why we’re buying it, but he won’t know who we are.”
“Until then, we’ll just have to make do with what we can find,” Tom
stated. “It’s just clothing catalogs with girls and women in their
clothes, but some of them are hot.
Let me check my mail first.”
Tom clicked open his mail app. A couple of subjects down the line was a topic: “See pictures of hot women!”
“Damn Spam,” he thought. Most of them was just clickbait and those that were real required an age check and a credit card.
He opened it anyway. It read, “Congratulations, you have been selected
to participate in a new program. Under a new law, limited
sexually-oriented materials can be shown to individuals 16 years of age
or older. Content is restricted, showing nudity only – no actual sexual
activity is depicted, and no actual videos will be displayed: still
pictures only. All models are over 18 years of age.
The session will be monitored but there will be no video or voice with the moderator. All communications will be by text only.
To start your FREE trial, click on this link. No credit card is required.”
“What do you think?” Tom said.
“What do we have to lose?”
Tom clicked the link. A new splash screen was displayed showing sexually suggestive silhouettes.
A dialog box popped up stating, “Age verification is required. You must
be 16 years or older to access this site. A driver’s license or other
picture ID with date of birth is required. Then after uploading the ID,
take a selfie and our system will compare the two. Press Continue when
ready.”
Tom got out the necessary documents. Then he took the photographs and submitted them.
This was followed by a screen that asked for email address, phone
number, name, address, date of birth and other personal details. Tom
normally filled this in with fictitious information but with the site
having his license, he had to enter in accurate information.
When this was done, another box appeared. “Create another account?”
Greg said, “Why not.”
After Greg was verified, a small window appeared at the bottom of the
screen. It featured a head shot of a very attractive girl who appeared
to be 18 years of age. The chat box next to it read, “Hi, my name is
Nora. I will be your guide this afternoon.”
(Author’s note: for the chat session N: is for Nora and B: is for the boys.)
B: Hi Nora.
N: Let me tell you about myself. I am a college student at a university
not too far from where you boys live. I am majoring in medicine. I like
studying the human body especially virile young men like yourselves.
Ever since I’ve been a little girl, I’ve had an interest in boys: boys
like you.
N: Why don’t you tell me about yourselves.
“How about we tell her that we’re college students ourselves,” Tom offered.
“Can’t do that.”
“Why?”
“She has our drivers’ licenses. 16 year-olds don’t go to college.”
“Yeah. I’ll come up with something.
B: We’re a couple of athletes . We play sports and are on the varsity
football team. We’re into gaming and are really into hot girls.
N: Well, I hope you find me a hot girl.
You sound like a couple of interesting boys. I think we can have a lot
of fun together. It will be a bit risqué. Are you boys ready to go?
B: Yes.
N: Good. Let me show you something to get you in the mood.
The screen above the chat box flashed up a picture of a topless girl from the waist up. Immediately, both boys’ penises awoke.
N: This is one of my friends. I took this picture while she was
fingering herself. See how dreamy her face looks. Imagine her moaning
as she pleasures herself. Doesn’t she look sexy?
B: Yes.
N: I have many friends who are just as good looking. Do you want to see them?
B: Yes.
The screen showed several more women similarly posed.
N: Are you boys getting hard?
“What do we do?” Greg asked.
“We tell her!”
B: Yes.
Another picture of a topless woman appears.
N: Are you alone in a safe place?
B: Yes.
N: Then let me suggest something spicy. I know a lot about boys. I’ve
had several boyfriends. I’ve given them handjobs and even a few
blowjobs. Do these things sound exciting?
B: Yes
N:
My boyfriends tell me that I give a really good handjob. They really
like them and I like giving them. Do you have girlfriends who give you
a handjob?
B: No.
N: It’s about time to change that.
We are in for some fun. Trust me boys, you’re going to like this. Do as
I say and you’ll have a good time.
N: Pretend you are here
with me. I think I’ll “slip into something more comfortable.” I have a
nice set of baby-doll sleepwear. It’s light blue, and it’s silky and
you can see through it.
N: Best of all, it makes it so easy
for me to slip my hand down to my pussy and tickle my clit. Let’s
masturbate together. Does that sound like fun?
B: Yes.
N: Let’s pretend we’re on a date and I am jerking you off. Since I’m
not really there, I’ll have to use your hands. I’ll do the thinking;
you’ll do the stoking. Follow my instructions and I’ll make you feel
really good.
N: Take out those big, manly cocks of yours. I’d
like to see them. I bet all the girls are checking out your packages at
school. Let me know when you are ready.
“Do we really want to do this?” Greg asked.
“I don’t know about you, but my nuts are about to burst. Look, we know we’re going to do it anyway.”
Tom didn’t wait for his partner’s response.
B: We’re ready
N: Just follow my instructions like good little boys and I’ll see to it that you’ll have a fun time.
Norma lets about 10 seconds pass.
N: I’m going to teach you a new way to jerk off. You’ll remember this for the rest of your lives.
N: Let’s start off with a warmup exercise. Take your hand and cup your
balls gently. Slowly and softly roll them around to loosen them up.
N: Think about how much boy juice you have stored up there just waiting to come out.
N: I’m getting turned on thinking about how sexy you boys must look right now.
N: Now I want you boys to imagine that your cocks are like flutes: long
and slender. The holes in the flute are on the underside of the shaft.
Take your fingers and play a lively tune for me with your “skin flutes”
by tapping your fingers over the holes.
N: Wasn’t that fun?
N: Now I want you to take your fingertips and gently tickle the
underside of the shaft with your fingernails. Work your way slowly from
the base of your balls up to the tip. Keep doing this until I tell you
to stop.
N: Feel the tingle.
N: I bet you are getting harder. Oh, I am going to take you places you’ve never been before.
N: Are you nice and hard? Let’s find out. Stop ticking and give your cocks a nice hard squeeze for me.
The pictures on the screen keep changing about every 15 seconds in a
slide show that included more and more explicit pictures of women
showing labias and rear ends. Some women even spreading their openings
to show more.
N: Hmm. Now, let’s get into some real action.
Loosen up your grip on those rods of yours, boys and start stroking it
up and down for me. SLOWLY and Gently.
N: Nice and slow boys. We have time. We can make this last as long as we want. The more we play, the better you will cum.
N: Let me help. Listen to the music and stroke to the beat.
A slow and sensual piece is played.
The music lasts for several minutes.
N: Are you boys sitting down?
B: Yes
N: That’s really not the best way to do this. When you sit you crimp up
all the plumbing. The best way to do it is standing up or laying down
where the body is straight. I know this stuff because I study anatomy.
N: So I suggest you boys stand up.
“I guess we can do that,” Greg said. “I do it in the shower that way
all the time and it does feel better when I’m laying in bed.”
B: We’re standing.
N: Good, now we can continue.
N: Now it’s time to pick up the pace a bit.
The tempo of the music increases.
N: Enjoy jogging those cocks. Give them a real workout!
Music plays for several minutes
N: Slow time! Boys.
The music tempo slows.
N: Stop!
N: Just relax. You probably need it after a workout like that.
N: You know what would be fun and really turn me on?”
B: What?
N: Why don’t you turn and face each other?
“Ewe, that’s kind of gay,” Tom noted.
“This whole thing is kind of crazy, let’s just do what she says.
B: We are facing each other.
N: Good boys. Do what I say and let me take control. Let me be your guide to pleasure.
N: It’s OK to look at your partner. You just might learn something new.
I learned a little bit from every boy I’ve given a handjob to. That’s
why I know so much about this.
N: Hang on tight, boys. I’m going to take you for a ride you will never forget.
N: The key to a good cum is to warm up, sprint and rest, warm up,
sprint and rest. Don’t cum yet. You’ll spoil it for yourselves and for
me. Just enjoy the ride.
N: Before we go on, I want you to squeeze your dicks hard.
N: Are you leaking yet?
B: Yes
N: Good. Let’s play a little game. It’s like musical chairs. I’ll play
a tune, and you will stroke along with the music. When the music stops,
you will stop and squeeze your dick. Let’s milk out that cum one drop
at a time.
Music starts and stops and pieces alternate between slow and fast tempos.
N: Good boys! Are you ready to cum yet?
B: Yes.
N: I’m not. My pussy is wet and sloppy with all the juices I’ve been
producing. But I’m going to hold out. I want you boys to hold out, too.
N: I’m going to teach you something new. Grab a hold of your dick and pull the skin to the top.
N: Now twist your hand like the top of your penis is a bottle cap and
you want to take it off. Twist one way first and then the other way.
N: Pull your hand back down.
N: Now do it along with me. Pull up. Twist right. Twist left. Pull down. Pull up. Twist right. Twist left. Pull down.
Nora repeats the instructions several times gradually increasing the tempo each time.
N: Good boys! I bet those dicks of yours are now tall and slick. Tell me yes. I want to hear you say it.
B: Yes.
N: Yes, what? Say it, “Our dicks are slick with cum.”
Tom rolled his eyes, but typed: “Our dicks are slick with cum.”
N: Good, we can now do another new thing and since you are all slicked up with your pre-cum, we will be doing it “the wet way.”
N: Slide your hand up. Run your thumb over the head of your penis,
first left and then right. That’s it back and forth. Now swirl it
around.
N: Follow me. Slide up. Rub right. Rub left, Swirl, Swirl – I’m a really hot girl. Slide down.
Nora called off the cadence she wanted the boys to keep increasing the tempo with each repetition.
N: Do you boys know what would really turn me on?
B: No.
N: Only the bravest boys I know have the courage to do this.
B: What is it?
N: You would give me the greatest orgasm of my life if you would … dare I ask?
B: What?
N: Do each other. I’ve never had TWO boys doing it for me at once. Tom,
you take Greg in your hand. Greg, you take Tom in your hand.
B: We can’t do that. It’s gay. We’re not gay.
N: It’s not gay. Boys experiment like this all the time. How can it be
gay if you’re looking at pictures of naked women and are masturbating
along with me and it’s a girl telling you to do it.
N: Trust me, you’ll like it.
“Greg, what do you think? I mean, it’s kind of kinky and we are good friends, and we won’t tell anyone else.”
“She’s been right so far. Everything she said has really made me feel
good. I’m not sure I could go back to the way I was doing it.”
B: OK we’ll do it.
N: Oh, I’m beginning to feel the trembling. Just thinking of you two
brave, virile studs doing this for me is going go make me cum. I don’t
know how much longer I can take it.
N: OK boys, time to take it home. Listen to the music.
The music plays a very lively tune.
N: Stroke it, boys. Stroke it! Feel how hard and hot it is.
N: Oh yeah, you can feel how hard your friend’s dick is. Feel how hard and ready your cock is.
N: Stroke., Stroke. Stroke. Oh yes. Shoot those dicks.
N: Make them cum for me.
N: Pump, pump, pump. Squirt, squirt, squirt. Make fountains of cum for me.
N: Ooooh! I’m cumming. Oh GOD. Oh yes. Mmm.
The screen “goes silent” for a while.
N: We did it. Oh, just knowing you boys were pounding on those dicks made me so hot.
N: Did you have a nice cum, boys?
B: It was the best.
Just then the picture on the screen came up to a live video of Charleen and Nancy laughing.
“Hi, boys,” the girls said in unison, “We are Nora.”
Charleen went on, “We hacked into your computer the moment you clicked on the link to sign up.
You did not see the red light because we turned it off, but your webcam has been on the whole time.
First we got good shots of you sitting there, topless. There was no
doubt what you were doing. The looks on your faces were so funny.
Then we got you to stand up so we could see the action for ourselves.
You boys put on a great show. You really have a couple of nice looking
cocks.”
Nancy picked up the conversation, “It’s been fun
watching you jerk off together and it was especially hot to watch you
jerk each other off. We didn’t think we could talk you into that. We
have it all recorded. We can even caption every jerk with the script.”
“So,” Charleen said, “This is what will happen tomorrow when we get to school …”
Charleen went on to dictate the terms of the boys’ surrender.
“First of all, there will be no more rude remarks about our weight. Do I make myself clear?”
The boys mumbled a “yes.”
“Next, when you address us as ‘Miss.’ I am Miss Charlene and Nancy is Miss Nancy. Let’s hear it!”
“Yes Miss Charleen, Miss Nancy.”
“On school days, you will meet us 20 minutes before school starts down
the block from our houses at the corner of Spring and Second Streets
and carry our books to school. You will meet us after school and carry
them back.”
“But,” Tom objected, “That’s out of our way! We live in the opposite direction from the school.”
“How viral do you want the video to go?”
“You win, Charleen.”
“That’s right, we girls win. Girls Rule and that’s MISS Charleen to
you. Forget it again and you will earn a spanking. You will take the
spanking cheerfully or the video WILL go out.”
The boys managed to nod even though they were looking at the ground.
“We girls like to support school activities. You will attend them with
us as our dates. It doesn’t matter if it is a football game, basketball
game or girls’ volleyball game or even a dance.
I hope you boys like to dance. Nancy and I like dancing.”
This demand elicited another nod and a sigh.
“Also, Nancy and I have some friends who stuck up for us when you
picked on us. You were rude to them, too. They deserve a reward for
this. There are about a dozen girls.
We will arrange for a
private session with each one of them where they can do with you what
they want short of actually hurting you. I know these girls, they are
at least going to want to see you naked.
I’ll ask them to share their experiences to give the other girls ideas.”
“Nancy and I saw a lot of things on the web that we would like you to try. Don’t worry, we’ll have ‘Nora’ tell you what to do.”
What Charleen didn’t tell the boys was that the video of the boys
jerking off was going to be a part of the “porno” show that they
provided at sleepovers and other parties for the girls.