What a Big Wiggly Butt Can Do: A Novelette

by Dawn Blue

  What a Big Wiggly Butt Can Do

  A Novelette

  By Dawn Blue

  Copyright 2013 Candace Mia

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  What a Big Wiggly Butt Can Do

  I grew up in a well-to-do little city. There was a lot of money there. My mother and I didn’t have it. Going to high school with rich kids, who had a lack of need and desperation, I felt safe, but scared. I was afraid of being noticed. I didn’t have their designer clothes. I could have gotten them at the secondhand store, but I didn’t want to be the girl that wore the clothes they gave to charity. I did okay going unnoticed. I was small and kind of homely looking. I had pimples, but looking back on it, they weren’t as bad as I’d imagined. I guess I was always afraid they would get worse. And having a pizza face opened a kid up to nicknames and condemning stares. But, as I said, I did okay staying invisible.

  Then came the summer before my senior year. I could actually feel it coming on. It was like everything I ate went straight to my butt. At the beginning of the summer I barely noticed it was there. By the end of the summer I could feel it wiggling with every step. I dreaded going back to school. I looked like a petite girl who’d stuck a couple of footballs back there, except those footballs were made of a thin layer of plastic and stuffed with whipped cream. It didn’t help that I was small everywhere else. My chest hadn’t grown at all.

  But I had to go back, and it was torture. I drew a lot of comments.

  “Shake it, Mama.”

  “That white girl stole a black girl’s booty.”

  “Look out. It’s the butt that spanks back.”

  I cried every night until I noticed something. I noticed it when I started looking behind me more. Quite often, I would catch a boy looking at it. And if he didn’t notice me noticing him, then he would continue to stare at it, and the look on his face wasn’t disgust. That made things a bit better.

  None of those boys would ask me out or otherwise risk being seen with me. But I suspected they daydreamed about what I would be like. That was enough to end the tears at night, that coupled with the idea of turning eighteen around the time the school year ended and getting out of that place.

  About ten miles down the road from that terrible little city was Tooktown, a bigger city, with a much larger variety of people. It was also the home to a state college, where I received an academic scholarship to start in the fall.

  “Things will change for you there, Martha,” my mother said. “They won’t care where you came from there.”

  That sounded awesome. I couldn’t wait to leave town. I didn’t wait. A week after graduation, I landed a job at a dollar store in Tooktown. I had a little money from graduation presents, enough to get me through to my first paycheck. I answered the ad of two girls needing a roommate. The three of us shared a three-bedroom apartment. Neither of them seemed to care about what clothes I wore or the size of my caboose. Things were looking up for me. Things were about to get better.

  #

  The Happy Dollar was not a hard place to work. Everything in the store was a dollar. So basically I had to know how to run a register and stock shelves. Within a day of starting, I had it down. The rest was basically just perusing the shelves and memorizing where everything was. I worked the day shift, mostly, which would change in the fall. There was usually a manager or an assistant manager and two clerks. I was about a week into the job when he came in.

  “Excuse me,” a male voice said. It was kind of deep and raspy.

  I was at the register. I turned to the voice to see a shock. The man standing there didn’t belong there. He didn’t belong anywhere in my life except for maybe on television. He was probably six-two. His hair was sandy blond and down to his shoulders. He had pretty, bedroom brown eyes. His face was covered with a little stubble. He wore a tank top and a pair of biker shorts. His body was tan but not overly tan. And that body was like nothing I’d ever seen in person. He had muscles coming out of his muscles. Even a shy girl like me couldn’t help but stare.

  I might have said something like, “Can I help you?” But I’m pretty sure I said nothing. I just stared at his massive arms, trying to decide if they could be real.

  “I was in here the other day, and saw someone buying dried apricots. Do you know where they would be?”

  I wasn’t certain if I’d said something before, but I was positive I couldn’t speak now. He was that hot. I thought I might be on some reality television show. Hot guys surprise Homely Girls: Real reactions.

  I motioned for him to follow me. There was a whole section of dried fruits, along with trail mix and nuts and crap like that. I led him there and looked over the shelf. He stood beside me, looking it over too. And he stood right beside me. He’d obviously been doing something athletic. I could smell his sweat, and it was yet another shock. Even that smelled good. It smelled manly. I’d spent very little of my time lusting for males, but at that point I thought I wanted to lick him.

  Then he put a hand on my back, just touching me softly. It sent pleasurable chills through me. I found I had another urge that was brand new. I wanted to just take off all my clothes and let him touch me all over. That urge didn’t last long. I thought this perfect man would be grossed out to see a girl like me naked.

  “I looked here the other day,” he said, just after touching me. “This is where I thought they would be too.”

  I thought of another possible slot, at the end of that same aisle. Sometimes new or rare items went there. I motioned that he follow me and headed toward the end of the aisle. As I walked I became very conscious of my big, wiggling butt. I felt humiliated, just to have him behind me. I chanced a glance back, in hope of seeing him not looking at it. But he was. For an instant, he was. Then he looked up.

  I couldn’t believe what I saw there. I’d seen it before on much lesser males. He wasn’t disgusted. He seemed embarrassed. He’d been caught looking.

  I got to the end of the aisle and was kind of upset that I had to turn my butt away from him. I looked over the end there and shook my head.

  “Okay,” he said. “Thanks.”

  Before he left me standing there, he touched my back again, but this time, he let his hand go down a little. He wasn’t touching my butt, but he wasn’t far from it either.

  After he left, I just stood there. I pretended to look over the same racks at the end of that counter. I wasn’t sure why I was staying there. I think a big part of me was just hoping he’d come back.

  After several seconds, I got a hold of myself. I was able to walk back to the registers at the front of the store.

  Sally, the other clerk, an older lady and a sweetheart, was waiting on a customer. I went to my register and waited, hoping Super Hot Man would come through my line.

  He did not. He made it to Sally’s register about the time sh
e was finished with the other customer. She didn’t send him to me.

  There was a consolation, though. My register was next to Sally’s, and now he was only a few feet from me, with his back turned to me.

  Something in my mind registered good news. Sally was speaking to him in her familiar voice. She knew this guy, which meant he came in often. I couldn’t think of the exact words they exchanged, though. I was too busy looking over his back. It was a little too obvious if anyone would have walked up and seen me, but I couldn’t stop. I’d never felt like this before, and I liked it. His back was as amazing as his front. His lats were like giant wings under his skin. His waist was lean, giving him a V shape. And his butt. I’d never seen a butt like that. It stuck out a little, but I could tell it was like a brick. I so just wanted to bite it. I was a virgin and yet I just wanted to bite the butt of a man I’d just met. I could actually feel dampness down low, just looking at him and smelling him.

  I found myself creeping toward him, just to take in more of his sent. The transaction must have been over, because he suddenly moved back a little. But that little was enough to bump into me. Suddenly, my face was somewhere near the top of his back. His amazing butt was on my waist. I could actually feel the shape of that thing. I was amazed at how fast I reacted. Something in me was telling me I’d never get a chance like this again. I moved my hands and latched onto the side of his glutes. They were even harder than I had imaged. I wanted to hop on him and just ride around.

  I suppose it could have seemed like innocent enough of a thing. Sally probably hadn’t even seen little me behind big him. He probably thought I happened to turn around when he backed up. Him so big and me so small, he probably thought he’d about knocked me over when our bodies collided. He wouldn’t know the truth, that I’d basically sexually assaulted him and loved it.

  “Excuse me,” he said.

  I finally found words. “Oh. No problem.”

  And he was off, taking that butt with him.

  Once he was out the door I turned to Sally, who was now staring where I had been staring. I suppose about any woman would have been.

  “Who’s that?” I asked.

  She looked at me. “Oh. That’s Casey Lance. He owns several businesses in town.”

  My mind did the math. “Why would he come in here?”

  Sally nodded that it was an apt question. “He comes in after his workout. He likes the 20 ounce chocolate milks. It’s on his way and he can get one without having to wait in line usually.”

  I thought that made sense. “He wanted dried apricots,” I said.

  Sally chuckled. “We get those from time to time and sell out really fast. They’re a buck here and like three dollars everywhere else.” She smiled at me. “I guess we should put some back for him next time.”

  #

  That night, I lay in bed awake for a long time. I kept thinking about him. I kept thinking about how at the start of the day I had been a very different person. I had not been a sexual being. I wondered what would happen next. I hadn’t been that interested in sex until I saw him. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen and it was very doubtful that he’d ever be interested in someone like me. In fact, it seemed more likely that I would win the lottery. Even if he had glanced at my butt and had been kind enough to touch me, he still wouldn’t be interested in me in that way. So what would I do? Maybe he’d opened me up to something else. Maybe I’d be a horndog or a slut now and just fuck guys in my league—fat guys, stupid guys and such. I’d just have to pretend they were like him. Or maybe I’d not see Casey again or I’d see him and he’d give me a big enough brush off that I’d get frustrated and go back to like I was before. Who knew? Maybe the next day would tell.

  #

  I would see other men the next day. Some of them did flirt with me, the usual older or fat. I found I’d not become so sexualized that I was interested in them. It was that afternoon, and I was stocking one of the food aisles, when I happened to glance up and see him. He smiled pleasantly and nodded as he went by.

  Again, he’d caught me off guard. Shivers went through me. My heart started to race. I didn’t know what I wanted from him. I just knew I wanted something. I was panicking a bit. He would be going back to the cooler now to get his post-workout snack, then he would be gone. There was someone up at the register already, so moving up there to try to wait on him wouldn’t be an option.

  In my panicking mind there was something primal that came up. It said I had one chance if I wanted contact from him today. It was one chance in a hundred I thought, but it was what I had.

  I waited until I could hear his steps coming back down the main aisle. I bent down and pretended to look over the lowest shelf, my butt presented for him. It felt embarrassing, my fat butt raised, but something instinctual said it was right.

  With my head turned sideways I could just barely see down the aisle. But I saw enough to see him stop. I looked away, so the only parts of me aimed at him were the back of my legs and my raised ass. It felt so humiliating, but at the same time it felt so good. My butt tingled. I was sure there were goosebumps there. Even if he wasn’t touching me, he was touching me with his eyes. I thought it was possible that he’d actually stopped to look down that aisle, trying to find some food product, maybe some peaches or a can of condensed milk. But that seemed unlikely. He was most likely stopped by my butt. He wasn’t moving, so neither was I. At some point, I decided it was probably weird to hold my posture like that. I stood up and pretended to look at a higher shelf. In my periphery I saw he’d come a little way onto the aisle. He must have crept quietly.

  My mind searched for other ways to keep him there. I looked over at him. I found I could speak. I could speak because my mind said I needed to.

  “Can I help you find something?”

  That beautiful face looked down at me.

  “No,” he said, confidently. “I’m just browsing.”

  He stepped toward me. Now my heart was beating fast for a different reason.

  He walked past me, but put a hand on my back as he did. “Thanks, though.”

  “Mm hm,” I said, embarrassed to hear that it was breathy. Then I panicked a little, thinking maybe he thought it was breathy for the wrong reason. What if he thought I was just afraid of him?

  He was now a few feet on the other side of me. I didn’t have much of an arsenal when it came to dealing with men I was extremely attracted to. Again, I went back to instinct, like I was some kind of monkey in heat. I bent over again, this time facing the other way, my butt pointed at him once again.

  It worked. I was embarrassed and hoped he wasn’t grossed out by my butt, but it seemed to work anyway. Not only did he stay on the aisle. I heard him move closer.

  Then I heard his voice, “Sorry,” he said. “I just want to get a closer look at something on the lower shelf.”

  I thought that might be my cue to move. But then I felt his hand on my butt.

  It was like two things warred inside me. Part of me was screaming that he was now feeling how soft my butt was and that I should move away fast. Part of me was saying I shouldn’t worry about that, but instead enjoy the tingles flowing through my skin.

  The latter voice won out, and I found a voice in the physical world too. “Oh. You’re fine.” Again, it was breathy.

  He didn’t make gagging sounds and pull his hand away. I could feel him actually pushing on my butt. He did it a few times. The way he was doing it reminded me of how someone might push on a melon in the store to see how ripe it was. He was checking its hardness, I thought. I would have thought he was judging it inadequate, but he kept doing it for a little while. Then, when he stood up, he brought his hand from the bottom of my butt, almost nicking my vagina, to the top of my butt. The chills were amazing, and I felt myself get wetter than I’d ever been, at least in that way.

  “See you later,” he said.

  “Okay,” I said, because I couldn’t come up with something else.

  I knew I’d never be the
same.

  #

  I was terribly disappointed that I had to work a later shift the next day. The two times I’d seen Casey it had been around one-thirty. My shift started at two. The store was quiet for a while. I stocked shelves and waited on customers here and there, hoping I’d get lucky and he’d just walk in out of the blue.

  He did. It was around four. I was at the register, waiting on another customer. I smiled really big at him. I think part of that was just my way of saying hi to the person I’d rather see than any other person in the world. I think a bigger part of that smile was out of my control. I was like a baby seeing a puppy.

  He wasn’t dressed like I was used to seeing him. He had on a pair of slacks and a short-sleeved Polo. These clothes were just as sexy, though, the way his muscles pressed against the fabric. He smiled back at me, and I thought he seemed genuinely pleased.

  I wanted to follow him around, but I had more customers come to the counter. He finally came toward the front. He stopped in front of a battery display. I had quite a line going at that point. I alternated between the customers and looking at him. He moved just a little here, and there and I watched his butt. It didn’t move like mine. It just flexed and unflexed a little. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to squeeze it. I imagined it would be like a ball aired up really tight.

  I noted that he kept checking over his shoulder. Was he really watching my line? And if he was, could he be looking for an opportunity to talk to me?

  I hoped my line would not get so big that another checker would come up. I tried to keep conversation to a minimum. Luckily, I didn’t have to answer any questions about where things were or show someone something. Finally, my line was empty. He looked over his shoulder one last time and came to the counter.

  My heart was beating fast, but I thought I’d be able to talk to him.

  He tossed five bags of dried apricots on the counter and two packs of C batteries. “These were here earlier,” he said. “Thought I’d come in a stock up a little.”