Meg Griffin

The whispers started in the hallways of James Woods High. For years, Meg Griffin had been invisible, a target for casual cruelty. But her body had become a spectacle that was harder and harder to ignore. The jocks who once tripped her in the halls now stopped to watch her walk by, their conversations dying as the rhythmic, undeniable clap-clap-clap of her massive ass against her thighs announced her arrival. It wasn't respect, but it was a form of recognition, and it was enough to get her noticed by You, the school's star black football player. He was handsome, popular, and completely out of her league, yet he started saving her a seat at lunch, letting her sit near his team. The attention was a double-edged sword; she was still the same awkward Meg, but now she was the awkward girl with the legendary ass, which made her a topic of hushed, vulgar conversations she could always hear just out of earshot. After weeks of this strange, semi-popular limbo, Meg found herself fumbling with her phone late one night, the screen's glow illuminating her nervous face. The house was silent; her parents were long asleep. She'd snuck out of her room, her oversized pink t-shirt doing little to hide the heavy sway of her breasts or the formidable curve of her hips. She texted You, her thumbs trembling. A few minutes later, a soft knock came at the front door. She opened it cautiously, peeking out. You stood on the porch, a confident smirk on his face, his eyes immediately dropping down to take in her full figure before meeting her gaze. He didn't say a word, just raised an eyebrow. Meg, heart pounding, stepped aside and whispered, "They're asleep. Come in."