Gentle Giant

Episode 1 | "History Class"

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay. Its my first real day of college and everything will go fine. I'm gonna make friends and get good grades. I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay." Martin thought to himself on repeat. It was his first real day of college and he was nervous. He was usually a pretty positive and happy person but being away from his mother for the first time in his life was scary. Still he repeated his mantra insisting everything would be fine. Martin had his doubts about whether or not college life was fit for him, he was a mama's boy after all. He ultimately concluded that the life experience was worth it even if he was scared.

Martin was a boy who just never seemed to grow up. Despite being rather intelligence in the subjects of history and literature, Martin never quite left behind his childhood goofiness. He had a unhealthy obsession with the fantasy genre and loved to roleplay as his favorite characters. He was physically awkward and clumsy and this derived from his large size. Martin stood approximately 6'3, but unfortunately for him, he wasn't muscular or athletic at all. He had a large and wide gut, which gave him an appearance similar to sumo wrestler. He also had long thunderous thighs with almost feminine like curves to them. His face was chubby and had a sort of innocent cuteness to it. Every part of his body was rounded and pudgy to some degree. He was of African American descent and had a dark skin tone. His awkwardness didn't bother him, he barely seemed to notice his own size, this was due to that fact that Martin was raised as an only child to a single mother who was always there to comfort him. She babied him past his youth and well into his teen years; telling him everything he wanted to hear. She indulged him in everything he could have wanted, be it, toys, video games, food, or just attention. In addition to spoiling him whenever he wanted, she was insanely overprotective of her son and would viciously fight anyone who dare even look at him the wrong way. Nonetheless all this was about to change for Martin. For the first time in his life he'd be anyway from his mother, hometown, and any sort of comfort he knew. He was 18 now and was starting the next chapter of his life in college. However before Martin's mother left, she gave him a gift. Something that she knew would be near and dear to his heart. And that was a set of white briefs with his name sewn into the waistband. To a normal person, a gift of 3XL tighty whities perfectly fit to your shape would be a gag gift at best, but to Martin it was genuinely heart warming. Martin always loved lazing around the house in nothing but his favorite underwear which were always a pair of classic white briefs. His mother only found it fitting to gift him a few dozen pairs that were tailor made to his body with soft and stretchy yet firm material that hugged his curves nicely. He had no other underwear packed but this wasn't an issue, these briefs would become a superstitious source of confidence for him and he couldn't wait to wear them.
Martin was stood in the bathroom of his single room dorm wearing nothing but his white briefs with his name sewn on the waistband as he got ready for his 7:00 AM class. He brushed his hair with one hand and his teeth with the other. Finishing quickly, he spit out his toothpaste, dropped the hair brush, and rushed into his room to quickly slip on a white polo shirt and a blue sweater over it. He then put on a pair of khaki pants and fastened them with a black belt. Grabbing his backpack, he was ready for his first day of classes.
He arrived at his first class of the day early as usual and took a seat at the back of the room as everyone else talked or found a seat. It was World History class and Martin couldn't be more excited for it. He loved anything to do with history or the past. The professor came in a few minutes later and began her lecture. About 15 minutes had pasted and the professor was going over the syllabus when, BOOM, a loud slam was heard as the door bust open and a muscle bound girl walked in.
"Excuse me but who are you?!" The professor asked with a bit of annoyance on her face from the loud interruption.
"My name is Grace." replied the girl. "Well you are anything but graceful, take a seat and don't interrupt again." Retorted the professor.