"Cathy!" repeated the tubby girl as she stopped in front of David.
"Cecilia," murmured David back to her. Wait, how did he know that name? He never met this girl before.
The girl made a little fist and reached up high to bonk David on the forehead. "Geez, you always call me Cici. Don't change it now!" she complained.
The girl in front of him was at least thirty pounds overweight, David reckoned; maybe fifty percent heavier than she should be. Her face, arms, legs, belly and even her butt were all plumped up with plenty of extra baby fat. David thought it looked pretty cute actually.
David chose his next words carefully, already certain that he'd get a weird answer out of the girl. "So... what do you know about Cathy?"
Cecilia rolled her eyes at him and put on a faux-bored tone, like she was mockingly repeating some boring line. "You're my best friend and have been since the school year started. But you're always playing these weird silly mind games with me." She threw up her hands in acted frustration, but then surprised David by turning it into a close hug. "But I'll still always love my best friend."
She was so soft, squishy, and cuddly in the hug. Her big, round tummy pushed right into his crotch and made his legs go stiff. Not for an eight-year-old! he mentally slapped himself. Even without a dick he could still tell he was starting to get aroused from just a hug from this tubby little girl.
The hug was interrupted with the shrill ringing of bells throughout the elementary school. Kids started fleeing the playground at varying speeds and clumped up at the doors to go to their first class. Cecilia broke the embrace and followed them. David followed her in turn, deciding he needed to play along.
He stood head and shoulders above even the tallest fifth-graders, so it was easy to keep track of Cecilia's plump form bouncing down the halls. No one seemed to notice him much and acted like he belonged their all along. Luckily for him, this was the elementary school he attended many years ago, so he knew the layout well. He followed Cecilia to the third-grade hall and into the same class as her. "Mrs. Bell" the plaque outside the door read.
Mrs. Bell was an extraordinarily plain woman. White, mid-thirties, glasses, semi-curly hair, and a typical teacher's fashion sense. She wasn't anyone that David remembered from his time at Adams, but a lot can change in five years.
Each of the desks had a personalized paper name sticker taped to the top of them. The one next to Cecilia was marked "Catherine" in blue marker and bordered with shiny metallic stickers of stars and shamrocks. David sat down in it. No one seemed to mind.
The big teen felt extremely cramped in the tiny desk. His legs were far to long and his knees kicked the underside of the desk. His feet were also under the seat of the student in front of him. Sadly, nothing on the desk nor the attached chair was adjustable. It was going to be a long, uncomfortable day.
The teacher gave a roll call despite easily seeing each student in their marked desks. Eventually Mrs. Bell called, "Catherine?" David decided not to respond right away, until she looked him straight in the eyes.
"Here," he decided to say, in his normal masculine voice. He felt so much like he was sticking out like a broken thumb, but still Mrs. Bell continued on the roll call like nothing had happened.
The first half of the day continued on in a "normal" way for a third-grade class. Though David correctly guessed every answer to the third-grade level questions on math, spelling, geography, and social studies, he didn't speak out once. Anything to keep from drawing attention to the big teenage boy sitting in Catherine's desk, even though he was the only one who noticed something was wrong. He spent most of the time thinking about his situation anyway.
Sarah. It all came back to Sarah. She said something about granting wishes, and he said something about Catherine, an eight-year-old girl. Now it seemed like everyone he met was playing along with whatever game she had crafted. He wish he could remember exactly what they had said to each other. He had to find her again and get some answers- but how?
Eventually the lunch bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class. David laboriously extricated himself from the cramped seat and rubbed his sore, bony bottom. He felt genuinely jealous of Cecilia who, with her short legs and plush rump, didn't have this problem. He followed her to the cafeteria with the rest of the class. He made sure to get right behind her in the lunch line, wanting to stick close to one person as much as possible, especially if the girl already considered him a friend. Each taking a tray, they approached the apron'd lunch ladies together.
"Double," Cecilia ordered with a grin. Without batting an eye, the lunch lady gave her two portions of everything. Two squares of pizza, two scoops of potatoes, two scoops of beans, two plastic cartons of cole slaw, and two popsicles for dessert. David's eyes widened. Could she do that? No one could do that when David attended school here. Still...
"Double for me too," he said after her. The teenage boy was at least twice the size of the average kid in line, and he already knew that the normal serving wouldn't be enough to sate him. The woman across the counter didn't bat an eye. However, when he followed Cecilia to an empty table, she commented.
"Wow, Cathy. You never get double." David didn't know how to react so he said nothing.
He cautiously watched Cathy's supposed friend as she ate her double servings at double pace. He was supposed to be eating the same speed as her if he wanted to finish on time but he really went less than half as fast agitated as she was. Cecilia seemed so precious in some way. The way her fat, young body and mind was enjoying her big lunch so much. She'd only get fatter eating like this, but she didn't seem concerned at all with that. Fat was normal for this girl. Her way of life. David wasn't going to complain about her. She made it look cute. Too bad he wasn't really a Catherine, then he could join her in her fun.
"What's it like, being fat?" he asked recklessly, not realizing until after that the words were coming out of his mouth.
Cecilia stopped her rapid munching and looked down at her belly, holding it gently in her greasy hands. "Soft. And cozy most times. You always like my hugs, don't you? It's heavy of course but it's not like I like running or sports. Older people tell me I look cute sometimes. I think I do. Why?"
"Just wondering. You don't seem bothered to be fat at all."
"Well I'm not. Actually, I wouldn't have it any other way."
David just nodded in response. This girl was a perfect fat friend for Catherine. If that girl wasn't careful she'd end up getting just as fat. David worked on finishing his meal. He was very full by the end but not sore, and just had a recess and another several hours of sitting in that uncomfortable desk to deal with.
Just as before, David didn't have to concentrate much to ace his schoolwork. All for the better, since one thought dominated his mind: I have to find Sarah!
He remembered her saying that she had a shop- but where? Downtown seemed the most likely. He could start there.
As the final bell rang, David leapt up from his seat, gritting his teeth and trying not to curse in front of the kids as his knees bashed into the desk. For once he didn't follow Cecilia out of the building.
Wait a minute. He had no car. Rose usually drove him to and from high school, and she drove him here. He saw the familiar car pull up and honk at him. He rushed over. "Come on, get in," his fat sister called through the open window.
"Actually, I have something that I need to do. I'll walk from here," David said.
"What? Where would you need to go?"
"Downtown," David answered
Rose responded.
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