Bulge

I still felt ill. Even a bath with the hottest man alive couldn’t change that. I realized the full compacity of this truth after standing. The daze that had once departed... it had come back. It was unwavering. I had managed to bring myself to my room. All that was left... was getting dressed. We both had towels wrapped around us. What reason was there for anxiety? We had just bathed together! We had made out while naked while bathing together! I had seen him naked several times before! It was by no means new! I needed to get it over with!

“... There’s underwear in that bag.” After I had noticed the position the bag took on the floor, I pointed to it.

He looked toward the bag, he stepped toward it, and leaned down to pick it up. I looked away. I knew his towel would move! I was sure of it! He wasn’t holding it with much care! Perhaps he didn’t care if it’d fall? Perhaps he found being naked normal? These thoughts worsened my daze. I wasn’t sure if I'd be able to even grab clothes for myself. I just wanted to lay in my bed. I wanted to sleep. I wanted this discomfort to end!

Once again, I looked toward him.

His towel was on the ground, and he was wearing panties!

Had he opened the package without any notice from myself? What size had he happened to wear? It didn’t matter... all I needed to concern myself with was already in front of me. They had a bow in the front. Their body was striped in white and light pink. They fit him perfectly... even with quite the large bulge they adorned. How hadn’t I noticed? The bulge was huge! Shock coursed through me... it was bigger than mine! How hadn’t I noticed? I had seen him naked many times before, and he had also seen me naked! He must've been aware of the fact! I was embarrassed... How could someone so short hold something that large? I was much taller than him... and he still had inches on me!

He walked toward my dresser, turning away from me, he began rummaging through the drawers. His butt! It was a shame... a true shame! I could never be his seme! I was completely unworthy and capable of topping him! How could I... how could I steal a life of greater worth away from him? I’m sure he would find many applications for it... I'm sure subjection to the life of an uke would be devastating for him! I couldn’t... but would he ever even find pleasure in a body like mine? I wasn’t cute. I was too tall and ugly to be a cute bottom!

A loud noise arose.

I fell to the floor. Sobbing. Crying. Wailing. The realization was far too much. I couldn’t handle it!

He looked at me, he furrowed his brow and moved to place the clothes he had chosen onto my bed, then he came to me.

What good was coming to me be when he could never do it in me?

“... What happened?” He said while seating himself on the floor next to me.

“...” I didn’t say anything.

How could I tell him? I’m sure he already knew... I’m sure he’d leave at any moment! I was of no use to him.

He kept his gaze fixed on me while reaching down to touch my hair. He ran his fingers through it, even though it was wet... and cold.

He was so kind... I couldn’t keep him. I couldn’t shelter him from the truth!

“I’M NOT CUTE!” My voice shaky as I yelled.

He paused for a moment. His breathing. His fingers. Perhaps even his heart! Perhaps they had all stopped!

“You kinda are...” He muttered.

Another wave of lightheadedness fell over me. What had I'd expected? For him to praise me on my looks? Did I think he would? Is that what I had wished for? Did I want him to accept me as a bottom? I couldn’t contain these feelings and yelled.

“I COULD NEVER BE YOUR CUTE BOTTOM!”

The lightheadedness suddenly washed further over me. I passed out.