Dumb Doodle: Firmer Grounds

Lilith loved jeans.

Everything about them. From the way they felt to the memories they brought back to the way they made her feel a little more revealed by also just a wee bit more attractive. Maybe it was to make her feel that much more bold.

What little she could recall from the foggy period before the fateful bite on the neck that made her who she was included how the weather was back home. Lots of rain. And snow. Lots of foggy mornings and breezy afternoons. Jeans and her had had a long-standing relationship. She figured pockets were more practical and often chose pants over skirts, and the firm cling of perfectly-fitted denim was comforting as all get-out.

She still wore them tight. And however she managed to cram her wide hips and plush behind into the denim packed the jeans to a point where they were perfectly firm but still soft enough. And for a few months her jean-clad rear end was the perfect tool of torment for a certain little brownie.

Her most excessive mass of pale flesh, crammed tightly into a soft bulk that, if applied, would shift almost all her weight onto a the poor boy. There was the obvious appeal of power. The fact that she such a degree had control over another living thing's life appealed to the primal hunter in her. And her own hang-up over being big helped too. Simply planting herself above him composed a literal visual metaphor for the balance of power in their shared room. 

But things had changed. For the better, honestly.

Which she had to begrudgingly admit. Because having the tiny boy sitting on her thigh, feeling his tiny body against the firmness of her garment, send her mind ablaze with ideas and wants.

Luckily she could keep herself at bay. For the most part. But she had an itch that needed scratching, as shameful as it was.

"So you do or don't believe in fate?" She cocked her head. 

"Like, uh...I dunno. Technically yes. Sorta."

"Do you believe there's a meaning to everything?"

"I dunno. Maybe." Simon shrugged.

"Do you believe there's a set destination?"

"Yes and no. Not exactly 'set, but-"

"But what?" Lilith leaned back a little, trying not to jostle the boy on her thigh.

"Like...we make the decisions we do because of who we are." He explained.

"So..." She swirled an open hand, beckoning him to go on. She was following. Sort of.

"Like...we can go back and think about what we did. But what caused us to do that was what was going on then. Events explain each other...so, like, technically that's kind of set. Y'know?"

"Explain. I'm sort of following."

"Like...you were bit, right?"

Lilith unconsciously rubbed the marks on her neck and gave a nod.

"Okay. Well that's because someone else became a vampire and had to feed. Because whoever turned him was once turned. And...like...they were in that place at that time at the same time their victim was because of an obligation or choice that put them there based on who they were, what they did, who their parents were...y'know?"

"...I could see that." She nodded her head. "Y'know. I was thinking...about that the other day."

"What? Vampirism?"

"Like...the time I became a vampire. I was...," She stopped for a moment. "16. I think. Your teenage years. And I've been like this for...two or so years."

Simon nodded.

"So maybe that's why I sort of...am." She paused. What was she even talking about. "First I kept going. Which...like, is weird. Vampires are supposed to stop aging physically but I kept maturing for a good long time before I stopped. Weird...super permanent puberty. Maybe...that's kind of why I...am...y'know?"

"...huh." Simon gave a shrug. He scanned his possible responses and decided he might implicate something offensive by drawing conclusions. 

"Like..." She bit her lip. "Right now..." Lilith's lips slowly curved into a smirk. A very familiar smirk. The same smirk she had worn for months on end during her guilty sessions of smothering Simon. That smirk. "You know how the teenage mind works, right?"

"...a bit." Simon shifted uncomfortably. Though his sense of dread had diminished a bit. It had been about a week since she decided to indulge herself with him, but all she did was have him in the bath with here. Well, like, that was still a big deal. But she didn't take time out to smother him or force all of her weight upon the poor boy. Simply have him close by. Still, she had a mind that was equally creative and impulsive.

"You have your...curiosities." She smiled to herself and looked down at the boy. "I mean...I was thinking just now how I could just shove you in my back pocket and go about my day." She smirked coyly, leaning in a bit. "It's a little snug in there." She cooed, sticking out her tongue and rocking back and forth. The thought of Simon struggling against the bulk of her behind lit a little flame in her stomach. 

"Right..." She was just talking dirty. Right? Well...dirty in that weird non-intimate non-platonic but still somehow sexual way she liked to tease.

"Or maybe..." She looked off into space and smirked. "I was thinking about having a little cuddle. M'kay?"

She lifted a hand slowly upward, each finger as big as Simon himself, and giggled to herself, entertaining a million guilty thoughts. With a gentle motion, she batted the boy lightly off her thigh and down between her legs. Which still hit Simon with an impressive bit of force, causing him to tumble a bit upon landing on the couch, between two denim-clad walls of tightly held Lilith. 

Lilith bit her lip and swayed to her right a moment flirtatiously. But she was here to play. Just not play rough. "I was also thinking about crushing you between my thighs..." The massive girl began to turn, one leg shifting up onto the couch, the other planted on the floor. She pressed her leg against the back of the sofa as she rotated, bringing her other massive thigh around to cover the edge of the seat. At the end of it, she sat open-legged, with one foot planted on the couch, the other on the floor, with her thigh blocking off Simon's means of escape.

Simon retreated from the advancing wall of flesh, trying not to get buried under the tons of padding the girl so proudly wore.

"But laying on you..." Lilith leaned forward, her massive form obscuring all sources of light over Simon. Her gigantic shadow loomed over him, and she suddenly seemed that much larger, possessing an almost cosmic control over the stars themselves. "...that sounds appealing too..." Slowly, she brought both legs under her and leaned over Simon, suddenly lowering her front end as if to pounce on the boy while leaving her plump behind raised in the air, the denim clinging tightly to her curves.

She had the eyes of a hunter. But disturbingly enough, to Simon they were those of the hunter that hunts for sport. The sheer excitement in her massive hazel eyes, staring down at him, sent off some unpleasant signals.

"I'm not the heaviest girl." She crawled forward, her imposing size and demeanor causing Simon to cautiously recede to the other end of the couch. "But I'll be more than enough for you." She purred, quickening her pace, stalking her prey. She seemed to have total control over the room they occupied now. Her immensity and deftness could easily override any of Simon's own endeavors. There was simply more Lilith than there was Simon.

"But where's the fun if I don't get to see you while it's happening..." She suddenly reared back and then fell forward, planting both hands on each side of Simon, the suddenly impact against the couch causing him to bounce back and land on ungracefully on his back. "Maybe stick put you down my shirt. Then I could watch you squirm." She really did command the terrain, didn't she? She was just so big to him. Her tiniest actions would have such grand reactions from his point of view.

She lowered herself forward, her pale face beginning to fall directly over him. Her white locks of hair suddenly surrounded Simon's tiny form. And her pleasant scent became that more apparent. She face was delicate, but at the same time obviously full of mischief.

She stopped, inches away from him, her features filling his view. Her gentle breaths ran over Simon and seemed to echo through the room. Her skin still looked soft in leu of the distance and size of the details, easily softer and more fair than his rugged workman's hide. And he eyes seemed to stare a hole right through him.

She smiled, then blushed, then giggled to herself. She entertained the thought of licking him for some reason. To her, as a vampire, each creature gave off their own distinct scent. Blood had a sudden pleasing aroma to it, and each creature had their own taste and aroma. She liked the heartier reindeer blood. And pig's blood, while fatty to her, was strangely satisfying. Being around people to her was like being in a bakery full of perpetually fresh confections.

And Simon...he smelled like honey. Behind the earthy scent he carried with him, and the grease and metallic smells leftover from long hours of tinkering, Simon smelled distinctly like honey. This had happened before, as she could recall. Where the blood of a living being had a very similar scent to that of a food. But while that food's taste was subdued, the taste of that blood was indescribable. 

Sweet. Satisfying. Filling. And extremely pleasurable. Even the act of simply getting a small taste was enough to lift her spirits immeasurably.

And before her sat this little boy, helpless to her whims. She loved the taste of honey. And she happened to love teasing Simon. And the taste of another living thing appealed to her vampiric instincts. She wanted to run her tongue over his body, soaking him in saliva. Let her hot breath waft against him as she took in his taste.

But...

Lilith slowly leaned back and smiled to herself, sitting upright and on her feet above the confused and stirred boy. "But that's enough of that." She sighed and reached a pale hand out, gently grasping the boy before he had a chance to react. Slowly, but surely, she laid back and spread her curvaceous body over the couch, taking the boy in hand and depositing him onto the space beside her head, gently placing him on the fabric of the couch.

He gave her a look.

She giggled in return.

"Just the product of who I am, I guess." She grinned at him, and he gave a sheepish smile in return. 

The two sat in silence for a moment.

"So you don't believe in fate...but you believe we can't really decide what's going to happen because thats already in the cards..."

Simon blinked, suddenly remembering what she was talking about before she decided to play cat and mouse. "...like..." he tried to shake himself out of the panicked mood. "It's not...cosmically significant. But it's also not capable of being anything but..."

"...alright. Yeah. I get that." She shrugged, sighing to herself and looking into the ceiling. 

Simon hated the thought of being eaten. She learned that day one. It made sense. The fact was that when you're sentient enough to be aware of who you are but small enough to be bird food, you start to develop a few instinctual reactions. 

Best to respect him.

No matter how much she yearned for a taste.



So here's a thing. 
Almost all my developmental stuff is really just explanation.

Exposition.

Expository passages that are all about the "why". And the "how." Y'know? Like, Simon's backstory explains "how" he is how he is. As does the implication of where The Outsider came from. Why Leona is a barmaid. Why Lilith finds herself almost sexually compelled to smush Simon.

The only real "arcs" as far as I can see are from The Outsider and Lilith.

The former met up with Claire, who honestly sprung fully-formed as a joyous little girl, no explanation needed, and ended up changing as he got to know her, forming a more protective bond. Meanwhile, Lilith realized that her actions had more weight that she could have realized and ended up changing for Simon's sake.

So...is this good or bad.

Are inert characters alright if they're well defined? Or are they more compelling with visible arcs and tangible developments?

Is development simply the "why"? Like, characters revealing their nature through actions and reactions rather than explanation, or is it more about how they do change as people over the course of a story?

I guess...this isn't exactly a linear narrative, is it? Hrm...
Well, anyways, enjoy a butt.

This was going to be a picture of alternate-universe Simon and Lilith originally. She was going to have used a shrinking potion to shrink him as she sat on his lap, and he was going to be slowly dragged under her butt, but I decided against that. Begrudgingly sticking to my guns here. 

EDIT: Added a few things. Some grammatical corrections, typos, and all that. Also made the writing a little more sensual and fetishistic for the folks back home. Also elaborated on a few things that were brought up. Namely Lilith's age.

So the deal is that Lilith was vampirized at 16. But she was both in the midst of puberty and in her home town. The transitional period that has been left partially ambiguous took about two years to deliver her from home to where she is now. 

See, the idea has almost always been "Body of an 18-year-old. Mind of an 18-year-old." And when someone brought up that she's technically underage, then yeah that's a little problematic. A little creepy even. It wasn't my intention to do that. It's more of a textural bit of character definition rather than a way for me the cheat the fantasy of some kind of super-hormonal girl that's 16 but technically overage. Nothing like that.

And trying to cover my ass by explaining makes this all the more creepy.

There's no salvaging this...is there...