1 Chapter 1

Kenny knows what he is. A five foot tall college sophomore who is a bit on the weaker side. Due to his young appearance, some often mistake him for a high school freshman. Despite that, he's dating one of the hottest girls on campus, Michelle. Standing at five foot nine, she has mature, feminine face; shiny black hair; and curves that could rival a supermodel. She prefers her casual-smart look, with large circular glasses and a cute ponytail. Though when she goes all out on appearance, she becomes a literal goddess. Many boys tried winning her over, but when Kenny shot his shot, he managed to get her. He recalls the time where he asked her why she chose him. Michelle told him that she was attracted to his young, fun-sized appearance; his vast intelligence; and how respectful he was. Maybe he was more impressive than he thought he was.

Though, there are times when Kenny did think she was out of his league. When they started dating, other boys would often scoff at him, literally and figuratively. Michelle told him to ignore them, and if they did anything, she would do something about them. Kenny was glad but, shouldn't he be the one protecting her? Kenny suspects this is where those silly thoughts came out of. Thoughts about him not being able to protect and satisfy her. Thoughts about Michelle being with another man, satisfying her more than he could. Each time he would have these thoughts, he would get excited, to the point where he would masturbate to them.

"Hey!" Michelle snapped in front of Kenny. "You there Kennybear?"

"Huh? Oh uh yeah." Kenny said, scratching his head. He was in such deep though, that he forgot where he was. The two were walking together to the campus' computer science building since their class was there. The fall wind was brisk, and the crunch of leaves made the ambiance. He looked up at Michelle beside him, who smiled and swept her straight black hair past her ears. Kenny sighed, "Just thinkin' about stuff y'know."

"Is it about the exam next week?" Michelle grabbed Kenny's arm. "I'm stressed about it too. You gotta help me studyyyy~"

"No, no, it's not about that." Kenny said, dropping his head.

Michelle took notice at her boyfriend's state, and wrapped an arm around Kenny. "Hey, if anything is bothering you, just let me know."

"It's uhh…really sensitive."

"You can tell me back at your place, ok?" Michelle ruffled her boyfriend's hair, "Come on, let's finish class and get some boba later~" Kenny enjoyed when Michelle would play with his hair. He's also glad that she didn't start prying about this thoughts. If she found out here, it would cause a huge scene.

"Yeah, let's do that." Kenny said, as he grabbed Michelle's cold hand as the two continued their walk.

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"I'm home~" Michelle cooed as she and Kenny entered his dorm with boba in their hands. It took a while for them to order since Michelle was very indecisive, but they made it. Kenny had an entire room to himself, full with a bathroom, a bed, a desk, and Michelle's favorite beanbag. Michelle flopped onto the beanbag and sighed. "I'm beat."

"Yeah no, that was WAY too much content before an exam," Kenny scoffed.

"I know right? Ugggghh I hope I don't fail."

Kenny chuckled, but knew that the vibe would change soon. The room then went silent, except for the hum of the humidifier.

"So, what were you gonna tell me?" Michelle questioned.

"Michelle, I-I've had these weird thoughts recently."

"Weird thoughts?"

"About you…you and," Kenny stopped. Was he really telling his girlfriend his cuckold fetish? Despicable! All that hype and suspense just to tell her that he wants to see her get fucked by other men? How would she react? Michelle suddenly got up from her chair, and hugged Kenny. His face was smothered between her soft breasts, with her soft arms wrapping around his back. Kenny noticed that smelled nice, like a fresh vanilla candle, "M-Michelle?"

"It's okay, Kennybear. Let it out. I won't do anything."

"A-Are you sure?"

"I swear."

Kenny gulped. "L-look, I don't really see myself b-being with you…No, what I mean is that I-I feel like I don't deserve your body." Kenny sighed, "And that's why I don't get excited seeing your body anymore…I-I get excited imagining you w-with other men."

Michelle froze. Kenny looked up at her. She seemed to be lost in thought. Her grip on Kenny's body loosed, as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Kenny, I-" Michelle shuttered, "I love you Kenny. No matter what you think of me, I'll still love you. You're kind, you're smart, and no matter what you look like, I think you're the cutest thing in the world.

"So then…"

"I want you to feel like you deserve me, so if it'll make you happy, I'll do anything." Those were the words Kenny wanted to hear, but the consequences of what "anything" meant was at the forefront of his mind. Kenny knew that Michelle was a girl who tended to go with the flow, but seeing her accept his plea that quickly felt a bit off. It was a conflicting feeling of relief, and suspense.

"I…I'm glad to hear that." Kenny stuttered, "C-can you stay here so we can talk about what to do?"

"Huh? Yeah of course." Michelle said, giving him a little peck on the forehead. "I was planning on hanging out with you in the first place~"