Nina Polyphema

>Be NEET in the dead center of MGC
>The only girls coming after you are Alp-level stinkepedes
>Hear a girlish 'Kyaa!' one day
>Wait, what the fuck? 'Kyaa!'?
>Go outside, it's a Cyclops you've never seen before struggling to maintain her balance, rising up with a mountain of groceries
>Something drives your lazy bumpkin ass forward and help her
>She huffs out her thanks, pausing when she gets a good look at you
>You look like a bum, safe to say
>Help her to the door, she tells you to leave some bags at the doorstep while she gets you something
>Almost expect her to pay you, she comes back
>'Bow down and hold your hands out!'
>Bow down and close your eyes, oh man you can feel the dosh coming
>Instead, you can feel her hand ruffling your head, giving off a girlish giggle
>'Thanks today! Hope to see you soon!'
>You can't tell if it's the inflection in her voice or the way she's petting you, but you can feel a crack in your mask of hating people

>You see her often, more times than not ogling at her brickhouse thighs, you've managed to snag a minimum wage job and access to a public bath
>She apologized profusely when she realized you weren't a hobo, but you strangely were okay with it
>She starts referring to you as her little helper, always trying to help her with the groceries
>Part of you deep down is only doing this to get in her pants, you know this, but on one side it's nice every once in a while
>To get some head pats

>Spend more time to get to know her
>She tells you she chose the name 'Nina Polyphema', because it was cute sounding and she's descended from Polyphemus himself
>She wastes no time flexing her strongfat muscles, showing off her proud heritage
>Gets frumpy when you smirk at her, telling her your name is 'Nobody'
>'But that's not fair!'
>Why not? You ask her, it's not fair that you'd like to shove your long, hard... into her?
>Awkward silence, you're trying to chug down your beer as she goes beet red and fidgets
>You leave her apartment without any head pats or indulging in sexual passions, bollocks to this
>Drink harder than you've ever drunk that night

>You're late to work the next day, the hangover hurting
>Your boss is being a cunt more so than usual, her Aunt Floe must be in town or her husband decided he didn't want to lick the snake
>You decide not to ask her, lest she fire you from being a bag jockey
>Get distracted while you're working, fantasizing about Nina's 'assets'
>The way her breasts sway in her ribbed sweater
>The sashay in her voluptuous hips
>The way she smiles with that big eye
>GODDAMNIT I WANT TO LOVE A MONOEYE
>Realize your internal monologue is turned off
>Several of your co-workers are giving you a look like you're a giant cockroach
>Some asshole Paladin with "I LOVE ILIAS" on his shirt calls you a faggot
>Nina just waves at you when you get home
>Curl up into your bed
>Try not to cry, cry anyway
>Have an amazingly lewd wet dream that evening involving you and your monoeye neighbor

>Try to get back into the dating scene
>Your first prospect is some smelly Oomukade NEET who wouldn't know how to rape a man if her life depended on it
>Jesus Christ and Mother Mary, just eat your fucking food instead of being paranoid
>Nobody cares that you're a fucking centipede
>I mean shit, there's a goddamned Matango in the other booth
>Spend the evening listening to her ramble on about her favorite super sentai shows and her constantly asking you if she smells
>I don't care, goddamnit can't this date be over with
>Later that evening bring her back to the apartment after she insists she walks you home
>Her voice is more confident now
>'Ara ara... you really fell for it, you did. Now I'll make you mine and there's nothing you can say about it'
>You can hear her giant Centipede mandibles coming up to bite you, but a strong, husky voice cuts through the air.
>'Ακριβώς εκεί!'
>Now it's the Oomukade's turn to 'Kyaa!'
>Right as Nina grabs her human abdomen and German suplexes the stinkpede into unconsciousness
>She reeks of beer, staggering up and wobbling at you
>You open her door, and no sooner does she bring you in for a heavy kiss

>You're both a flurry of flesh and furiously undressing
>She insists you call yourself 'Nobody' drunkenly as you're plowing into her, her body heat making your dick feel like it's going to melt
>Sure, you're a manlet compared to her, but hot damn is she a mountain you're more than willing to climb
>Spend the rest of the evening rutting like animals
>Look at the clock, it's 0500 in the morning
>You're both sticky with sweat and sexual fluids
>Used tissues everywhere
>She admits she couldn't return your feelings without a little bit of a drink first, since her first boyfriend left her for a Gazer without consummating the marriage, something about 'Eye Moé'
>Timidly ask her if she'd be okay with you being her boyfriend, even after fucking her like a rabid hyena
>She just smiles and pats your head

>Months pass
>Nina's gotten you back into the spirit of going back to school, patting you on the head every day and recharging on her "Anononium" by giving you hugs
>Some of your classmates in your courses think she's either your mom or your older sister and tease you for it
>When every night you and her lose each other in the throes of passion
>She's older than you by a few years, but you still feel things about her... is it love? You can't tell. Hell, you spent most of your teenage years playing eroges and shit
>You're both eating dinner at her place when she tells you she has some kind of news for you
>Quirk an eyebrow, thinking she's going to show you a wedding band, but instead she slides a manila folder across the table to you
>The top of the page says [MGC Medical]
>[Mother and Child Health Assessment]
>Anon.exe has crashed
>Look at her, back at the document
>Back at her again
>How many months?
>She tells you four, laughing at how you never noticed
>Pouts when you tell her it's hard to tell with how much of a bear of a woman she is
>She threatens to take away your headpats before you tell her you wouldn't have her any other way

>Get a call in class some time later
>She's in the hospital, her water broke
>Please God don't let her be just a pair of arms and an eye
>Hours pass and you can hear the wailing of a babe, the Mindflayer nurses and Shoggothes are ushering you in
>She's so pink, and loud
>But you can feel something inside of you shattering the mask of your old life
>You and Nina...
>Made this... thing
>This little ball of screaming baby
>Both of you are crying blissfully as your first daughter clasps onto her mother's copious breast and begins to nurse
>You're faintly 'awawawa'ing at her
>Telling Nina how beautiful she and your baby are
>She just beams at you
>Patting you on the head, ruffling your hair
>You did good, Papa