Lunch time

The rest of the morning classes blurred by in a haze of lectures, holographic diagrams, and Jaiden’s relentless proximity. Every time Sol tried to focus, she was there—whispering corrections to his notes in that smug, superior tone, “accidentally” brushing her massive thigh against his leg under the desk, or leaning over so her enormous, melon-sized breasts rested heavily on the shared armrest between them. By the time the midday break rolled around, Sol felt drained, his nerves frayed from the constant teasing and the impossible height difference that made him feel perpetually small and on edge.

Lunch was held in one of the academy’s colossal central cafeterias—a sprawling complex that could feed thousands at once, with food stations from every corner of the world, outdoor terraces overlooking artificial lakes, and shaded groves for quieter meals. Sol had hoped to slip away and find a corner table by himself, but Jaiden had other plans. She hooked two long fingers into the back of his collar as they exited the lecture hall and marched him along like a pet on a leash.

“Come on, short stuff,” she said cheerfully, her voice carrying easily over the crowd. “You’re eating with me. Can’t have you wasting away on cafeteria mystery meat when I’m around to supervise.”

“Jaiden, I can feed myself,” Sol protested, trying to shrug her off without causing a scene. His feet barely kept up with her long strides. “I’m not a kid anymore. And stop calling me short stuff in public.”

She laughed, the sound rich and unapologetic. At ten feet tall, she turned heads everywhere—students whispering, some outright staring at her exaggerated, athletic-yet-voluptuous figure. Her oversized hoodie did little to hide the way her chest bounced with each step or the sway of her wide, soft ass. “But you are short stuff. Objectively. Look at you, barely reaching my waist. It’s adorable. Now, what do you want? I’ll grab the trays. You can find us a table… or try to run. I’ll catch you before you reach the salad bar.”

Sol sighed and picked a quiet table near the edge of the terrace, shaded by flowering trees. Jaiden returned minutes later carrying two overloaded trays with effortless strength—one piled high with grilled proteins, fresh fruits, and complex carbs for her massive frame, the other a more modest balanced meal for him.

She set his tray down with exaggerated care, then folded herself into the reinforced bench across from him, her long legs stretching out and trapping his feet between hers under the table. “See? I even remembered you hate tomatoes. I’m such a good friend. Now eat up. You’ll need the energy to keep up with me all semester.”

The back-and-forth continued through the meal. Sol tried to steer conversation toward neutral topics—academy facilities, class schedules—but Jaiden kept twisting it back to their history and her superiority.

“Remember when we were kids and I’d carry you on my shoulders during recess?” she asked, popping a grape into her mouth. “You pretended to hate it, but you always laughed. Now you’re in college and still pretending. Cute.”

“I didn’t laugh. I was terrified of falling from that height,” Sol muttered, poking at his food. “And I’m not pretending. I genuinely want space. This island is huge. There are hundreds of dorms. Why did you have to pick mine?”

Jaiden leaned forward, her heavy breasts resting on the table edge as she grinned down at him. “Because watching you squirm is my favorite hobby. You’re smarter than average, sure, but I’m way smarter. Faster, stronger, better at everything. It’s only natural I keep my favorite little rival close. Plus, mixed dorms are fun. Who knows what’ll happen when the other beds fill up? For now, though… it’s just you and me, Solly.”

The afternoon classes followed the same pattern—Jaiden seated beside him again in two more shared lectures, her constant whispers, playful nudges, and casual reminders of how easily she could dominate any discussion or sport they touched on. By the time the shuttle dropped them back near their dorm block as evening settled over the island, Sol was exhausted. His shoulders ached from tension, and his face felt permanently warm from the endless teasing.

They entered the massive room—still empty except for their two occupied beds. The other eight remained neatly made and waiting for future roommates. Sol closed the heavy door behind them with a solid click, leaning against it for a moment and letting out a long, weary sigh.

“God, what an exhausting first day,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “And it’s all because of you. I thought college would be different…”

He turned around and froze.

Jaiden had already stripped. Completely. Her clothes lay in a careless pile on the floor near her bed. She stood there in all her towering, naked glory—ten feet of flawless, athletic curves. Her breasts were even more imposing without any fabric, huge, heavy orbs double the size of large melons that swayed and jiggled with her slightest movement, topped with soft pink nipples. Her waist was slim and toned with visible abs, flaring into powerful hips and that massive, soft, plush ass that looked impossibly inviting. Long legs, smooth skin, and an unashamed confidence radiated from her as she stretched, completely unbothered by her nudity.

Before Sol could react, she grinned mischievously and took two long strides across the room—straight to his bed. With a playful leap that made her entire body bounce dramatically, she jumped onto it, landing on her back and sprawling out. The reinforced frame creaked under her weight as she stretched luxuriously, legs spread casually, one arm tucked behind her head so her chest thrust upward prominently.

Sol’s face turned beet red. His eyes widened in shock, darting away before snapping back despite himself. “Jaiden! What the—? Cover yourself! Get out of my bed right now!”

She propped herself up on her elbows, her enormous breasts shifting heavily with the motion. Her grin was pure evil delight. “Mmm, no. Your bed’s comfier. And it smells like you. Besides, it’s hot in here after a long day. Clothes are overrated. You should try it.”

“Jaiden, I’m serious!” Sol stammered, blushing furiously as he kept his gaze fixed somewhere near the ceiling. “This is crossing every line. Get up, put something on, and go to your own bed. Now.”

Jaiden laughed softly, rolling onto her side so her massive ass and breasts wobbled enticingly. She patted the mattress beside her. “Aw, is little Solly shy? After all these years of me teasing you? Come on, roomie. We’re adults, remember? You said so yourself this morning. If you want me to cover up so badly… you’ll have to do it yourself. Or better yet—go fetch my bra and panties from over there.” She pointed lazily toward her discarded pile. “Otherwise, I’m sleeping just like this. All night. In your bed if I feel like it. Imagine waking up to this every morning.”

Sol’s mouth opened and closed. The tension crackled in the air—his embarrassment clashing with her effortless dominance. “You’re impossible. This is harassment. I’m not your servant!”

“Harassment?” She smirked, shifting again so more of her naked body was on full display. “It’s just friendly bullying between old pals. You know the rules by now, Solly. I’m bigger, smarter, better at everything. So hop to it—get my underwear like a good boy, or I stay naked and you get to deal with the consequences. Your choice, short stuff. What’s it gonna be?”

She wiggled her hips playfully on his sheets, eyes locked on him with that familiar, predatory excitement, waiting for him to crack. The night was young, and the empty dorm suddenly felt a lot smaller.