"Don't worry girls, you can go to your table, I'll get your little friend his food and I'll bring him to you" Dolores then said and while both Lillian and Jen were hesitant, they at least partially understood her rationale as they were standing there holding their trays. Jen hesitated but Lillian gently pushed her.

"He'll be fine! Look, we can just go set our food trays and come back for him" She said and Jen sighed, finally relenting. Meanwhile, Dolores was carefully getting your order, the smallest pizza she could make and also got chocolate milkshake in the tiniest glass she could handle.

Unfortunately for you, even the smallest stuff she could handle was too big for you, the pizza that to her was the size of the smallest bottle cap she could get her hands on was easily the size of a car to you [meaning its width was roughly the length of a Lillie car]. The smallest glass she could get was also roughly 4 or 5 times your size and it seemed like it was a very small Gullie-sized glass. Then again asking her to be able to handle Lillie-sized stuff was simply too much, even you knew that.

Dolores seemed to have noticed this herself, as she set your food on a Gullie-sized tray but then, surprising you, she swiftly picked you up and walked into the kitchen. Further to your surprise, she was alone. You knew she was a talented cook, but to think that she was literally pulling an one-woman-army act by cooking for an entire school by herself left you speechless.

"So, honey, care to explain what was that earlier?" She asked you in Spanish and sounded just like you guessed a concerned mother would.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me Do-" You tried to respond but she quickly shushed you.

"Nuh-uh! It's Lolita to you" She giggled.

"O-kay... please forgive me doñ-" _{[Note: "Doña" is a Hispanic equivalent of "Mrs." but slightly less formal than "Señora", the literal translation. Used to respectfully refer to an older woman, though many dislike the term as it makes an implication on their age. The male equivalent is "Don" which many people probably know more from the context of Italian mafia]}

"Please, drop the 'doña'. Just Lolita" Dolores chuckled "You'd make me happy if you called me mamá Lolita like you used to"

You couldn't help but blush and look away while laughing awkwardly.

"Anyway, can you please explain to me what was that from earlier?"

"Y-yeah, of course" You said "Long story short: My mom and Arianna have told me not to reveal that I'm part Brob. I can't act like I know you or I'll give myself away"

"Huh" Dolores raised an eyebrow and seemed a bit confused "I wonder why's that"

"Do the names Carmen and Maya ring any bells?" You asked with a hint of snark.

"Oh... OH!" Dolores' mind flashed with numerous memories of her twin daughters and their numerous antics with you.

Being close friends with your mom, you've known the two since you were very young and back then Dolores simply thought that her girls had a sweet, maternalistic disposition as they appeared to be eager to babysit you and to spend time with you. However, as time passed even she couldn't help but see that the twins had taken an interest in you and they wanted you as their boyfriend, constantly competing amongst themselves for your attention and affection but invariably, their shenanigans caused you to get squished plenty of times by their prodigious curves.

Dolores had wanted to be strict with them when it came to dating and her original excuse had backfired horribly, as she had convinced Carmen and Maya that they were too thick and heavy for most Lillie or Gullie guys. Never did she expect in her life that their workaround for that was to set their eyes on you, a 3/4 Brob-Lillie hybrid, basically the strongest possible version of a Lillie there could be and one who was even conveniently available nearby.

By the time she realized, it proved impossible to convince them against it, the stubborn twins had determined that they wanted you and no one else. And this was further worsened by the fact that she ended up needing to enlist your help to "reverse babysit" them as she'd call it, since officially the girls were taking care of you but in reality it was you keeping an eye on them.

Dolores sighed and shook her head "I'm so sorry sweetie. You still have nightmares?"

"Sometimes" You sighed as well "So, yeah... Now I understand why it's not a good idea to reveal what I really am"

"Understood. I guess I'll have to pretend I barely know you then" Dolores chuckled and then, affectionately gave you a hug which meant that you got pressed right into one of her massive boobs, hers being one of the very few pairs in the whole school that wasn't dwarfed by Jens'.

"But, you know... I could use your help sometime after class" She said, letting go of her hug although this left you hanging onto her chest. Her uniform felt rough enough that maintaining a grip wasn't too difficult for you.

"Huh? With what?" You asked while climbing up but that ended up proving futile as she picked you up with two fingers.

"Well... I have to stand a lot" Dolores said "I could really use a good rub after a long day of work" She giggled as she lowered you and brought you around her back. Even though her uniform should be modest, Dolores' outrageous curves pushed it to its absolute limit and like countless times in your past, you were faced with her utterly gigantic behind.

"Do-Lolita?" Your eyes widened. You half-expected this but at the same time you really hoped she had meant something more inoffensive. She then began bringing you closer and closer to her massive cheeks, which looked increasingly like they were larger than mountains, more like literal albeit gelatinous-looking moons. Before you knew it, you got pressed right into their hefty, jiggly mass and easily sank into it. She sighed in delight and gently rubbed you around in small circles.

"I've missed feeling your lovely massages back there" She said "Not even Brob masseuses can knead these cheeks like you do" She giggled again, making you even more nervous.

You had no idea whether or not it was intentional but the hand that held you was slowly drifting towards the middle, towards the true Grand Canyon that separated those immense fleshy masses she called a backside. Fortunately, her clothes would prevent you from actually getting shoved there but on the other hand, they had gotten bunched up in a massive, deep wedgie themselves. You tried to shout but your mouth got caught, earning yourself a mouthful of her overly squishy flesh although her clothes lessened it a bit.

"By the way, don't think I've forgotten all the wonderful other things you've done for me" She said as her finger held you on what was basically the edge, right next to her hungy-looking abyssal chasm of a crack.
"For example I really appreciate how you helped me last summer vacation with that stupidly itchy micro bikini thong. I know it couldn't have been easy"

You shuddered at the memory. That one had been partially a prank on your mom's part, putting you in the back of a ridiculously tiny bikini bottom piece that was apparently made of an itchy fabric. Even though you were the main victim, the prank was aimed to Dolores as she'd been complaining to your mom that she didn't get nearly the same treatment from you lately, largely because your mom constantly "hogged" you with her huge ass herself.

Worse yet was that when Dolores found you, she mistakenly assumed that you had bravely dived in to help her, ensuring that her giant booty didn't suffer as much with that itchy bikini piece and also noting that she enjoyed feeling you stuffed deep between her cheeks. As if being inside one of the world's biggest asses at such a diminutive scale wasn't bad enough, this was a hot summer day at the beach so not only you had been forced to deal with the tremendous weight from her gargantuan but squishy asscheeks, you also had to endure the sauna-like atmosphere in her crack and her copious sweat which rained down on you throughout the day.

But the absolute worst part was that with your mom's peculiar dietary preferences, it didn't take long for Dolores to get very, very, VERY gassy, meaning that you also had to endure deafening, thunderous hurricane-like farts nearly all day long. Another shudder brought you back to reality, sparing you from having to mentally relive the whole thing.

"...so, if you ever need help with anything I'll try my best to help you. You already have my number~" You only heard what sounded like the final part of whatever she was saying before but you still hesitantly nodded, as she was now holding you before her eyes and she smiled sweetly, taking you with her back out from the kitchen.

Dolores then picked up the tray she had set aside with your food and just as she was about to go around the cafeteria's counter, she saw Lillian and Jen coming towards her.
"Sorry about that, girls. I tried my best but your friend's lunch might be a bit big for him" She said, gently placing you back on Jen's awaiting hand to be quickly put back on her enormous boob. She then picked your food tray effortlessly.

"It's okay, thank you Dolores" Jen replied "I don't think there'll be any problems, we can have whatever he doesn't finish" She giggled. The plump lunch lady nodded and went back to her spot. Thankfully by now very few students dared question her so practically nobody raised a ruckus about the delay caused by giving you your food, though you could tell that some of the Brob girls were mildly annoyed. However most others looked at you with curiosity, while a good bunch gave Jen and Lillian condescending looks.

"What happened?" Lillian asked curiously.

"Nothing! She asked for my help to cut up and put together some more meals for Lillie students, it's the least I could do" You said.

"I promise you that you won't regret it, Dolores' cooking is amazing!" Jen said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, I know" You chuckled and the two girls raised an eyebrow at you "I-I mean, I trust your word and I expect this food to be something out of this world!" You quickly corrected yourself.