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First Shift

Lila's POV

I gripped the handle of the mop bucket tighter as I walked down the long hallway of the boys’ dormitory. My heart was already beating fast. The black uniform they gave me was way too tight. The short dress hugged my belly and hips like a second skin, and every step made the fabric stretch across my thick thighs. I could feel eyes on me from every direction.

“Hey, look at the new cleaner!”

“Damn, that uniform is fighting for its life!”

Laughter echoed behind me. Someone whistled loud and sharp. Another guy called out, “Don’t you feel cramped in there, fatso? The uniform looks like it’s about to burst!”

I kept my head down and focused on the wet floor ahead. Someone had spilled a whole bucket of water earlier, turning the tiles into a slippery mess. The dorm attendant told me to clean it right away because people were complaining about slipping. I had no choice. This job was the only way I could pay my tuition before the deadline.

“Don’t slip, chunky! We don’t want to see you fall and break the floor!”

More laughter. A few guys even pulled out their phones, pointing them at me while I worked. My cheeks burned hot. I tried to ignore them, but it wasn’t easy. The uniform rode up every time I bent over, showing more of my soft thighs than I wanted. I just wanted to finish fast and disappear.

I dipped the mop into the bucket and started pushing it across the wet tiles. The water made loud sloshing sounds that mixed with the mocking voices around me. My arms already felt tired, but I kept moving, spreading the soapy water and wiping away the dirt.

Sweat mixed with the water that had splashed on me. I just needed to finish this section and move on. This job wouldn’t last forever. I could handle it for a few months.

Finally, the floor looked clean and dry enough. I let out a small sigh of relief and turned to leave. That’s when it happened.

I bumped straight into a tall guy holding a water bottle. The bottle slipped from his hand and cold water splashed all over my chest and the front of my uniform. The floor instantly became wet again right where I had just finished cleaning.

“Oops,” he said softly, his voice low and teasing. “Not my fault. The floor’s wet again. Guess you’ll have to clean it one more time.”

“Don’t get yourself slipped,” he added quietly, almost whispering, “because no one will be strong enough to lift you.”

The words stung. I felt my throat tighten, but I didn’t say anything back. Instead, I quickly grabbed the mop again and started cleaning the new mess. My uniform clung to my body even more now, cold and uncomfortable. The fabric stuck to my heavy breasts and round belly, making everything feel tighter than before. I could still feel people watching and whispering.

As soon as the floor was dry again, I didn’t wait. I picked up my bucket and hurried back toward the small cleaning room at the end of the hallway. My legs felt heavy and my face was still burning with embarrassment.

The exact second I slipped into the room, the dorm attendant — the same strict woman who had hired me — walked in.

“Don’t be lazy!” she scolded, eyeing my dripping uniform. “Why are you so wet?”

I looked down at myself. The black dress was now see-through in some spots from the water. “I… bumped into someone. The water bottle spilled.”

“Don’t you have another one? Maybe another size? This uniform is so tight on me, it’s uncomfortable to move,” I said softly.

The woman crossed her arms. “We don’t have extras. And I already told you we only have one size. If the uniform feels too tight, that means you need to diet.”

“Now, get back to your work.” That’s her last words before closing the door behind her with a click.

Her words landed like a slap. But I could do nothing but sigh and leave the room.

The hallway was still packed with guys, even though it was getting late. I pushed the heavy trash trolley slowly. My arms already felt sore from earlier, but I kept going.

This part of the job was supposed to be simple — knock on each door, ask the boys to hand over their trash bags, and move on. Easy for most people, maybe. Not for me.

I stopped in front of the first few rooms and knocked softly. “Trash collection,” I called out, keeping my voice polite. Some doors opened right away. Others took forever. Every time a guy stepped out, the teasing started again.

“Wow, the fat cleaner’s back already?”

“Look at her pushing that thing. Careful, don’t break the wheels!”

I kept my head down and took the bags without saying much. By the time I reached the middle of the hallway, the trolley was already almost full and getting harder to push. It was better to empty it first before finishing the rest of the rooms.

The big trash bin was outside at the back of the dorm, so I turned the trolley around and headed that way. The wheels squeaked against the floor as I went. My tight uniform kept riding up my thighs with every step, and the cool night air made the wet spots from earlier feel even colder against my skin.

When I finally reached the back area, it was quieter. Just one big metal bin under a dim light. I took a deep breath and tried to lift the first heavy trash bag out of the trolley. My arms shook. No matter how hard I pulled, the bag wouldn’t budge high enough. My belly pressed against the trolley, and my thick thighs felt weak under the weight. I was strong in my own way, but this was too much for one person.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind me.

“Need a hand?”

Before I could answer, a tall guy stepped up beside me. He had messy dark hair, strong arms covered in tattoos, and a confident way of moving. Without waiting, he grabbed the heavy bag with one smooth motion and tossed it easily into the bin.

The muscles in his arms flexed under the light, and his voice… oh god, his voice was so low and smooth it sent a shiver straight through me.

I couldn’t stop staring. My mouth felt dry.

He turned to me and waved a hand gently in front of my face, smiling. “Are you okay? I’m Jax. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

I blinked fast, feeling my cheeks burn. “Oh… yeah. I’m new. I’m Lila. The new cleaner.”

I reached out to shake his hand. His palm was warm and big, wrapping around mine completely. The simple touch made my pulse jump. When he smiled wider, I felt a rush of wetness in my panties.

“That means we’ll be seeing each other a lot more often,” Jax said, his deep voice making the words sound even better.

“If you ever have any trouble with the guys or the work, just come find me. My room’s on the second floor. You’ll see my name on the door.”

He started to walk past me toward the dorm entrance, but then he stopped and turned back. His eyes moved slowly over my tight uniform, taking in the way it hugged my round belly and thick curves.

“You look hot in that uniform,” he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then he gave me one last smile and disappeared back inside.

I stood there frozen, heart racing. My face felt like it was on fire. I looked down at myself — the short black dress stretched tight across my soft body, still a little damp from earlier, the white apron clinging to my heavy breasts. Hot? Me?

Jax Again

Lila's POV

I stepped into the men’s dormitory right after my last class ended. My backpack felt heavy on my shoulder as I headed straight to the small staff room to change. The tight black uniform waited for me on the hook, looking even shorter than I remembered.

I sighed, slipped it on, and smoothed the white apron over my round belly. The fabric stretched snug across my heavy breasts and wide hips, but I told myself it didn’t matter. Tonight I just needed to get through my shift without any drama.

Thankfully, the hallway felt different this time. Much quieter. Only a handful of guys wandered around, and most of them barely glanced my way. No loud whistles or nasty comments. I wasn’t sure why the energy had changed, but I wasn’t complaining. Maybe word had spread that the new cleaner wasn’t worth the trouble.

Or maybe they were all busy with something else. Either way, I took the calm as a small gift and started my tasks.

One of my jobs tonight was restocking the gym with fresh towels. I grabbed a tall stack of clean ones from the supply closet and carried them carefully down the corridor. The gym door was propped open, and I could hear the low hum of machines and occasional clinks of weights inside.

A few guys were working out, but they stayed focused on their routines. I liked that. No teasing meant I could just do my work and move on.

I walked over to the tall metal rack where the towels belonged. The top shelf was way above my head. I rose up on my tiptoes and stretched as far as I could, but my fingers only brushed the edge.

My uniform rode up in the back, the short hem sliding higher on my thick thighs. I heard a couple of low whistles from across the room. My cheeks heated up instantly. I didn’t want to ask any of them for help — I already knew the kind of jokes that would come with it.

“Come on,” I muttered to myself, trying again. I pushed up higher, belly pressing forward, breasts straining against the tight top. Another whistle cut through the air, followed by a quiet laugh. My face burned hotter. I felt exposed and clumsy all at once. Why did everything have to feel so difficult in this uniform?

Suddenly, a familiar deep voice sounded right behind me.

“Give them to me.”

Before I could turn, warm hands gently took the stack of towels from my arms. I looked up and there he was — Jax. Tall, tattooed, and moving with that easy confidence I remembered from last night.

He reached up without any effort and placed the towels neatly on the top rack. His sleeveless shirt showed off strong arms and a hint of sweat on his skin from working out.

I lowered my head, embarrassed. “Oh, thank you. You again! You’ve helped me twice now. Thank you so much.”

Jax chuckled softly, the sound rich and low. “No need to thank me. I told you yesterday — if you need help, just come find me.”

He surprised me by reaching out and gently lifting my chin with two fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. My heart jumped. His touch was light but sure, and suddenly every pair of eyes in the gym seemed to be watching us. My face flushed deep red. I wanted to look away, to hide, but his fingers kept me there.

“Don’t cover your beautiful face,” he said quietly, his voice warm. “You don’t need to listen to them.”

I swallowed hard. Being this close to him made my pulse race. Then he leaned in even closer, his breath brushing my ear as he whispered, “I know they’re thinking the same thing as me. If they get the chance, they’ll want to touch you too.”

His words sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I felt myself get wet instantly, my thighs pressing together on their own. The simple whisper, the deep tone of his voice, the way his body heat reached me — it was too much. My knees felt weak. I could smell the clean sweat on his skin mixed with something masculine that made my head spin a little.

Jax pulled back just enough to look at me again, a small smile playing on his lips. “See you later, Lila.”

He turned and walked away toward the weights, his back muscles shifting under his shirt. I stood there for a second, staring after him, heart pounding. The sweat glistening on his arms and shoulders made him look incredibly sexy. Strong. Confident. My body reacted even more, a fresh wave of slick warmth making my panties damp. I had to bite my lip to keep from making any sound.

Once he was across the room, I forced myself to move. I finished arranging the lower towels quickly, then slipped out of the gym before anyone could say anything else. My legs felt shaky the whole way back to the cleaning room. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking deep breaths.

“Why does this keep happening?” I whispered to myself. One conversation with Jax and I was already soaked. It was ridiculous how easily my body responded to him. His voice alone did things to me that I couldn’t control. And the way he touched my chin… the way he whispered in my ear…

That whispered confession that he knew other guys wanted to touch me too. It was bold. Flirty. And it made me feel seen in a way that was both scary and exciting.

I glanced down at my uniform. The tight black fabric still clung to every soft curve — my round belly, my full breasts, my thick thighs.

Yesterday I felt awkward in it. But tonight, after Jax’s words, a tiny part of me wondered if maybe he really meant what he said.

The Bet

Jax's POV

I pushed open the door to our suite with a cold can of water in my hand, the metal already sweating from the gym. The familiar smell of snacks and gym bags hit me as I stepped inside.

Theo was glued to his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard while some shooter game blasted from his headphones. Miles lounged on the couch, scrolling through his phone with that focused look he always got when checking swim stats.

I dropped onto the empty spot on the couch, stretching my legs out. The cold water felt good against my palm after all those reps.

“Where have you been?” Miles asked without looking up from his screen.

“Gym,” I replied, cracking open the can and taking a long sip. “And you know what? Lila was there.”

Miles’s phone lowered instantly. He turned his head, blue eyes narrowing with interest. “Lila? Who’s that? Since when do we have girls in this dorm?”

Theo let out a loud laugh from his desk, not even pausing his game. “I’m sure he’s starting to hallucinate after his ex dumped him.”

“Shut up,” I shot back with a grin. “I dumped her, remember? And come on, don’t tell me you guys haven’t noticed the new cleaner around here.”

Theo hit pause so fast the game sound cut off mid-explosion. He spun his chair around to face me, eyebrows raised. “Are you serious? You mean that fat girl? What was she doing in the gym? Trying to diet because we’ve been teasing her too much?”

I leaned back against the cushions, shaking my head. “Oh come on. You guys aren’t blind. Yeah, Lila’s chubby — soft belly, thick thighs, the whole package — but she’s sexy as hell. My eyes work just fine when it comes to girls.”

Miles tilted his head, thinking for a second. “Yeah… actually, her face is quite attractive. Cute when she blushes.”

“But we all know she’s getting bullied around here,” Theo pointed out, crossing his arms. “And how does she even work in a men’s dorm? Management must be desperate.”

“Who cares about the rules?” I said, sitting up straighter. “I’ve got an interesting idea.”

Miles groaned immediately. “No, no. I’m not getting dragged into another one of your crazy plans, Jax. Last time I joined in, I almost lost my medal in that stupid dare.”

“It’s not like that,” I assured him, holding up my hands. “Trust me, this one’s fun. You won’t lose anything important.”

Theo leaned forward, curiosity winning over his usual sarcasm. “Alright, spill it. What are you planning?”

I grinned, feeling the energy build. “Let’s make a bet. Whoever can make Lila moan the loudest wins free beer for a whole month.”

Theo blinked, then burst out laughing. “What kind of bet is that? Just free beer?”

“Yeah,” I said with a shrug. “Because it’s going to be easy. The prize fits the game.”

Miles raised an eyebrow, finally putting his phone down completely. “How do you know this bet will be easy? You’ve barely talked to her.”

I took another sip of water, remembering the way Lila had reacted earlier. “Because I’ve seen it myself. She gets aroused super easily. One deep voice, a little touch, a whisper in her ear — and she’s already wet. I’ve met girls like her before. It won’t be hard to make her moan. Simple rules: whoever gets the loudest reaction from her wins. Easy and interesting, right?”

Theo’s eyes lit up. He turned back to his computer for a second, saved his game, then spun around again. “I’m definitely in!”

I looked over at Miles, who was still watching me with that careful swimmer’s focus. “What about you? Come on, it’s just for fun. I’m sure she’ll enjoy it and won’t get all emotional about it.”

Miles rubbed the back of his neck, thinking it over. The room stayed quiet for a few seconds except for the low hum of Theo’s computer fans. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Yeah… okay. I’m in.”

A satisfied smile spread across my face. I could already picture it — Lila in that tight uniform that hugged every soft curve, blushing bright red, trying to stay professional while one of us pushed her buttons. The three of us competing to see who could make her lose control first. It sounded perfect. Harmless fun with a curvy girl who clearly had a sensitive body.

Theo clapped his hands once. “So how do we start? You already talked to her twice, Jax. Got any tips?”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “We take it slow at first. She’s shy. Works the late shift, so she’s usually alone in the hallways after most people settle down. Help her with heavy stuff, compliment the uniform, get close. Notice how fast she reacts. Last night I helped her with trash and she stared at me like I was magic. Tonight in the gym? I lifted her chin and whispered something simple — her face went red instantly. I bet she was already soaked just from that.”

Miles nodded thoughtfully. “Body worship angle might work well with her. She seems like the type who doesn’t hear nice things about her curves often. Soft belly, thick thighs… plenty to praise.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “And she’s responsive. That’s the key. We don’t force anything. Just friendly help that turns flirty. See who can get her breathing heavy first, then moaning. Winner gets the beer, and we all get to enjoy the show.”

Theo grinned wide, already looking excited. “I like it. I can be the fun one — tease her while she’s cleaning, make her laugh, then catch her off guard with a touch. You be the bold one, Jax. Miles can do that quiet intense thing he’s good at.”

We spent the next while tossing ideas back and forth. I described how Lila had looked reaching for the top shelf — uniform riding up, soft body stretching, cheeks pink from embarrassment and effort.