Shut Up Dweeb!

>Be Gaz's… You're not sure what exactly
>Best you can say is you're the one person she actively tolerates, you're not too sure why, she calls you a moron if you bring it up
>She doesn't complain too much about your presence though and you've seen her put people in the ICU for minor annoyances that only earns you a (rather hard) smack upside the head so that's something
>She even seeks you out sometimes, there's been more than one occasion of her showing up at your door, announcing "Shut up Dweeb, we're going to Bloaty's" and dragging you off before you can get a word in edgewise
>You're still baffled how she manages to stuff her face with what seems like own body weight in greasy pizza and soda every time you're there not gain a single pound
>She can't get THAT much exercise, the most active you've ever seen her be is when she flits from machine to machine, acing all the high scores on the arcades, you know for a fact she spends most of her time sitting on her plump ass in front of a gaming system
>Or maybe it's just going to ALL the right places, the girl's already nearly six feet of curves and while you've tried not to stare, you have started to notice some things
>Such as how her shirts seem to be straining to contain her chest more and more
>Or how when she gets really into an arcade game and starts leaning forward her skirt seems to be covering less and less
>It's really, REALLY hard not to stare
>You're...starting to have suspicions why she treat you like this, but you don't want to lose your arm if you make a move

>Worst is those occasions when she invites you over to her place
>It's usually whenever she buys herself a new game, you typically bring a game or two yourself on those days
>Baring the occasional small talk about vydia, for the most part she just ignores you as the two of you hang out, though she does get annoyed if you leave before she's done playing
>Problem is in the comfort of her own home she prefers to lounge around in little more than a shirt a couple of sizes too small and panties
>You're pretty sure you've seen a LOT more of her than any other guy has, the way she starts fidgeting and groaning when she really gets into a difficult game doesn't help
>Needless to say it's very distracting those few times she challenges you to a two player game, even if you're pretty sure she'd kick your ass anyway nine times out of 10 your head is just never in it, something which she'll happily mock and trash talk you over

>Things come to a head one night when you were either unknowingly chatty or she was just unusually moody, you're still not sure which
>Either way an annoyed huff was your only warning something was wrong after she died for the tenth time in as many minutes
>With a frustrated growl she accuses you of distracting her and before you realize what's going on she's upon you
>After an embarrassingly short wrestling match she has you pinned under her as you try to sputter out an apology
>Another angry growl and a "Shut up Dweeb!" is the only answer you get as she plants her heavy breasts right on your face, silencing your cries in her chest's smothering softness

>Stunned and uncertain what to do you keep still as you distantly hear her restart the game, going right back to ignoring you despite your compromising position
>At least until your lungs start burning and you start to squirm
>All that earns you though is a muffled "Keep still Idiot!" and a wave of pain as she punches your side
>You feel like you're on the verge of passing out when she finally lets up, propping herself up just enough for you to take a few gasps of life giving air as the results screen for the first level scrolls by on her TV
>But the moment the next level loads her chest lands right back on your face, trapping you once more in the warm, soft, darkness of it's embrace
>Level after level the night goes on like that, you getting a few moments of air during the loading screens and a face full of her breasts as she plays
>There were a few moments you thought you might die when she got stuck in places, but only for a try or two
>It seems her luck had turned around now that she's spread out on top of you as her previous frustration evaporates, replaced by excitement as she settles into the rhythm of the game, shifting and squirming as she plays, grinding her hips against your own as you settle into an oxygen deprived, but pleasant haze

>Eventually all good things must come to an end though, and as the credits roll Gaz rolls off of you
>With a stretch she gets up and struts over to turn off the system, "Don't bother me like that again and I won't have to shut you up again" she warns before smirking, "Actually was pretty fun, I might do it anyway"
>Not quite able to find your voice, more than a bit overwhelmed by the night, and really hoping she can't tell how desperately you need a change of underwear, you offer no resistance as she prods you up and forces you out of her apartment
>She pauses at the door though, "Maybe I'll sit on your face next time, you'd liked that right?", she asks with a mocking tone in her voice as she slams the door in your face before you can answer
>Still, you didn't fail to notice the faint blush on her face


Epilogue
>It takes you nearly three weeks to work up the courage to do ANYTHING involving Gaz after that night, half believing it to be some sort of wet dream
>A snort of amusement and a "Took you long enough loser" is all you get when you sneak a squeeze of her ass next time she drags you to Bloaty's
>It's just as wonderful as you imagine, both in your hand and on your face later that night
>You also learn very quickly that while it's her favorite time to have some fun, distracting her while she's playing means PAIN
>That doesn't mean she wants you to stop when she plays, oh no, she shoved your head between her thighs when you asked that
>Just give her a nice, pleasant buzz till she reaches victory