Cindy's body felt vaguely sore, but the adrenaline in her blood still allowed her to ignore it. She sighed in relief that Celeste was finally 'put to sleep'.
'Frickin' brat...' She thought with a small huff, exhaling some more hit air as her body had considerably heated up both on the inside and outside as a result from her struggle. Fighting Celeste was a lot more of a hassle than she had envisioned.
'Maybe I need to do a little more at PE... or hit the gym?' She wondered, noticing that her soft body didn't have the same amount of muscle as the likes of Jen or even Lillian, whose deceptively chubby-looking body hid a potential monster in terms of physical strength and agility.
She shook her head, deciding to put those thoughts in the backburner, and instead she walked away from Celeste and out of the gym, back to the main hallway. She headed for the girl's bathroom in order to fix her hair and dry herself off, as well as to put her glasses back on once those things were done. Just as she checked herself on the mirror, she had a sudden moment of clarity, remembering you and with a worried gasp, she quickly fished you out of her tight back pocket with two fingers, but they struggled against her rear's hefty mass, which tried hard to occupy all available space in there.
She brought you close to her eye to take a good look at you, unsure on whether or not you had been hurt, either by Celeste or during their fighting.
"Geht es Ihnen gut?!"
"Huh?!" You understood exactly nothing of what she just had said. She noticed, though, and quickly facepalmed with her free hand.
"Sorry, big bro... I meant... are you alright?" She asked. You then remembered that when she panicked or was stressed she'd slip back into her native language, which you found a little amusing and odd, since you were bilingual as well and that had never been much of an issue, but then again, you hadn't been stressed or panicked enough to truly put that to the test. And being fair, it wasn't common for Cindy either, she was one of the most chill people you knew.
"Well... I'm like the size of a flea..." You said somewhat dejectedly. She felt sad as well, which you could see in her eyes, which, now at the size of an IMAX screen to you, let you see how pretty her blue irises were, which helped lift your spirits a little.
"I know... I wish I arrived earlier so I could stop her"
"Nah, don't beat yourself up over that. None of us could've ever predicted she was going to pull such a weird plan... and it was rather perverse too..." You said, trying to reassure her.
"I know, I heard her most of her rant... Anyway, I was meaning to ask if she hurt you, or... if I did while we were fighting" The guilt in her voice couldn't have been clearer even if she tried.
"She didn't get the chance, thanks to my adorable lil' sis" You replied with a smile, your gratitude was real, and you spoke from the bottom of your heart. Admittedly, you rarely reciprocated the 'big bro' inside joke you two had going on, but you knew she liked when you did. You chuckled when you saw some of the pale skin below her eye turn red, and rather quickly.
"You're just making me blush!" She playfully complained, but she couldn't fake that she liked what she heard.
"Honestly, if there was ever a time where you deserved the title, it had to be this one... seriously, you saved me from something truly horrible" You laughed with a hint of nervousness, remembering Celeste's intentions for you. Her blush intensified but she simply nodded in acknowledgement.
"But, didn't you get hurt during our fight?" She worriedly asked.
"Not really. Even Celeste protected me fairly well in her hand... I guess she wanted me to be in one piece for her intended punishment to take full effect" You said.
"Yeah... but when I took you..." She asked, and you knew what she was referring to.
"Well, I could have gotten hurt, but thankfully there was a lot of cushioning in there... and I mean a lot, for real" You teased her with a laugh, knowing she was somehow both proud of her sizable assets, yet she sometimes appeared to be self conscious about being in shape or about her weight. By the look of how her skin below shifted, you could tell she was smiling.
"See? And you kept telling me not to eat so much junk food!" She giggled.
"I officially take that back, my fine Lady" You said with a reverential bow, which only made her giggle again.
"What do we do now though?" She asked.
"What do you mean what do we do now? It's not like I can go back to class like this... it'd be asking for trouble, either I get stepped on or worse..." You said with the tiny bit of snark that often characterized you, though you knew that was a legitimate question.
"Uh, what's worse than getting stepped on?" Cindy asked with a cutely curious look, comically missing the actual point of that statement, however, you did have an answer to that question.
"To get sat on, duh. Just picture Lillian not watching where she sits and she chooses the chair you put me on or whatever..." You said, closing one of your hands into a fist and slamming your open palm from above, mimicking a meteor.
"BAM! I get to feel on a personal scale what the dinosaurs' extinction was like"
Cindy cringed as she imagined the scenario, but also glanced down and behind herself, feeling a little attacked by how you depicted that.
"Okay, I get it... but still, this is a pretty serious thing, shouldn't we, uh, get an adult's help?"
"Like?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"I dunno. The Principal? One of the teachers?" She said. Your eyes widened in horror as your brain suddenly went into overdrive, vividly depicting those scenarios. You froze for a few minutes before shuddering awake.
"No way... Arianna... I mean, Principal Abalos, kind of hates me for some reason... if you gave me to her, she'd probably squash me like an insect!" You said, your whole body trembling at the idea.
"Are you sure? I don't think she hates you... she might be strict but I dunno, I think she just wants to protect you or make sure you don't get in trouble... besides, isn't she your cousin?"
"That didn't stop Celeste from trying to use Lillian to murder me" You raised an eyebrow.
"True. Well then, how about a teacher...?"
"The only teachers I can think of that would care enough to actually help are Ms. McAllen and Coach Amber. And I can't see things ending well with either..."
"Why?"
"Lulu is way too playful. I think she'd probably want to sit on me or something... and there's no way I can survive that monster booty" You said, and while you were shuddering at the idea, Cindy herself found it rather hilarious.
"Coach Amber is nice, but she's teaching P.E all day, I'll have to be either shoved away into her locker all day or be with her... and she's gonna be sweaty... besides, she's passionate about exercise, and could even forget about me..."
"Fair point" Cindy nodded "But I still feel we should get some help... Isn't Lillian's mom a teacher too?" When she said that, your whole body went pale.
"Cindy. Under no circumstances EVER. NEVER let Sheila know about me, let alone give me to her..." You said with such a scary tone that it made her shudder.
"W-Why?"
"To uber simplify it to you, she's Lulu on steroids! She's even more playful than her and I'm not sure she'd take it seriously... besides, there's the extra risk she'd tell Lillian..."
"And that was going to be my next point... what about your other friends?"
"I don't trust Lillian for the same reasons I don't trust Lulu or Sheila. I'd probably end up under her big ass and farted to dust in less than 10 minutes flat" You shuddered more.
"What about Jen?" She asked, this time, you froze for a different reason. Blood returned to your body, giving you your usual healthy bronze/milk coffee-like skin tone, but at the same time, your face reddened and felt like your head was becoming a kettle like in old cartoons. Cindy noticed the reaction and silently pouted.
"Well, I think Jen could be a big help. If you could find her alone, it could work" You struggled not to stutter, trying to correlate what you've seen so far from Cindy and applying it to Jen, who was a little bit shorter, but much more curvaceous up top. Her smooth pale skin wasn't all that different from Cindy's, but knowing it'd be hers would be enough to make you blush.
"I see..." Cindy didn't sound entirely convinced, but there were no real arguments against her, as she knew both Lillian and Jen in person herself, and quite decently. However, she was also aware that Jen didn't like her too much, and was on friendlier terms with Lillian. Besides, she couldn't help but feel a tad jealous of both. Still, even after your input, it was ultimately up to her how to proceed next, and she needed to make a choice...
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[Choice notes]: In choice 3, Cindy can either decide to entrust your fate to the Principal, or to one of the teachers, such as Lulu, Coach Amber, Ms. Coleman, Sheila or even Alisha, Yamile's mom (we're going with an idea from another route that she's one of the Math teachers). You could also create a new teacher or school staff character if you wish. As for Arianna, little reminder that Blaise thinks that she hates him, while in reality she does not, and may instead harbor other, very strong feelings for him.
In choice 4 she can either go find Lillian or Jen alone (the latter being what you actually requested) or find both and reveal you to them and your condition. It's possible she could be intercepted on her way to them though.
'Frickin' brat...' She thought with a small huff, exhaling some more hit air as her body had considerably heated up both on the inside and outside as a result from her struggle. Fighting Celeste was a lot more of a hassle than she had envisioned.
'Maybe I need to do a little more at PE... or hit the gym?' She wondered, noticing that her soft body didn't have the same amount of muscle as the likes of Jen or even Lillian, whose deceptively chubby-looking body hid a potential monster in terms of physical strength and agility.
She shook her head, deciding to put those thoughts in the backburner, and instead she walked away from Celeste and out of the gym, back to the main hallway. She headed for the girl's bathroom in order to fix her hair and dry herself off, as well as to put her glasses back on once those things were done. Just as she checked herself on the mirror, she had a sudden moment of clarity, remembering you and with a worried gasp, she quickly fished you out of her tight back pocket with two fingers, but they struggled against her rear's hefty mass, which tried hard to occupy all available space in there.
She brought you close to her eye to take a good look at you, unsure on whether or not you had been hurt, either by Celeste or during their fighting.
"Geht es Ihnen gut?!"
"Huh?!" You understood exactly nothing of what she just had said. She noticed, though, and quickly facepalmed with her free hand.
"Sorry, big bro... I meant... are you alright?" She asked. You then remembered that when she panicked or was stressed she'd slip back into her native language, which you found a little amusing and odd, since you were bilingual as well and that had never been much of an issue, but then again, you hadn't been stressed or panicked enough to truly put that to the test. And being fair, it wasn't common for Cindy either, she was one of the most chill people you knew.
"Well... I'm like the size of a flea..." You said somewhat dejectedly. She felt sad as well, which you could see in her eyes, which, now at the size of an IMAX screen to you, let you see how pretty her blue irises were, which helped lift your spirits a little.
"I know... I wish I arrived earlier so I could stop her"
"Nah, don't beat yourself up over that. None of us could've ever predicted she was going to pull such a weird plan... and it was rather perverse too..." You said, trying to reassure her.
"I know, I heard her most of her rant... Anyway, I was meaning to ask if she hurt you, or... if I did while we were fighting" The guilt in her voice couldn't have been clearer even if she tried.
"She didn't get the chance, thanks to my adorable lil' sis" You replied with a smile, your gratitude was real, and you spoke from the bottom of your heart. Admittedly, you rarely reciprocated the 'big bro' inside joke you two had going on, but you knew she liked when you did. You chuckled when you saw some of the pale skin below her eye turn red, and rather quickly.
"You're just making me blush!" She playfully complained, but she couldn't fake that she liked what she heard.
"Honestly, if there was ever a time where you deserved the title, it had to be this one... seriously, you saved me from something truly horrible" You laughed with a hint of nervousness, remembering Celeste's intentions for you. Her blush intensified but she simply nodded in acknowledgement.
"But, didn't you get hurt during our fight?" She worriedly asked.
"Not really. Even Celeste protected me fairly well in her hand... I guess she wanted me to be in one piece for her intended punishment to take full effect" You said.
"Yeah... but when I took you..." She asked, and you knew what she was referring to.
"Well, I could have gotten hurt, but thankfully there was a lot of cushioning in there... and I mean a lot, for real" You teased her with a laugh, knowing she was somehow both proud of her sizable assets, yet she sometimes appeared to be self conscious about being in shape or about her weight. By the look of how her skin below shifted, you could tell she was smiling.
"See? And you kept telling me not to eat so much junk food!" She giggled.
"I officially take that back, my fine Lady" You said with a reverential bow, which only made her giggle again.
"What do we do now though?" She asked.
"What do you mean what do we do now? It's not like I can go back to class like this... it'd be asking for trouble, either I get stepped on or worse..." You said with the tiny bit of snark that often characterized you, though you knew that was a legitimate question.
"Uh, what's worse than getting stepped on?" Cindy asked with a cutely curious look, comically missing the actual point of that statement, however, you did have an answer to that question.
"To get sat on, duh. Just picture Lillian not watching where she sits and she chooses the chair you put me on or whatever..." You said, closing one of your hands into a fist and slamming your open palm from above, mimicking a meteor.
"BAM! I get to feel on a personal scale what the dinosaurs' extinction was like"
Cindy cringed as she imagined the scenario, but also glanced down and behind herself, feeling a little attacked by how you depicted that.
"Okay, I get it... but still, this is a pretty serious thing, shouldn't we, uh, get an adult's help?"
"Like?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"I dunno. The Principal? One of the teachers?" She said. Your eyes widened in horror as your brain suddenly went into overdrive, vividly depicting those scenarios. You froze for a few minutes before shuddering awake.
"No way... Arianna... I mean, Principal Abalos, kind of hates me for some reason... if you gave me to her, she'd probably squash me like an insect!" You said, your whole body trembling at the idea.
"Are you sure? I don't think she hates you... she might be strict but I dunno, I think she just wants to protect you or make sure you don't get in trouble... besides, isn't she your cousin?"
"That didn't stop Celeste from trying to use Lillian to murder me" You raised an eyebrow.
"True. Well then, how about a teacher...?"
"The only teachers I can think of that would care enough to actually help are Ms. McAllen and Coach Amber. And I can't see things ending well with either..."
"Why?"
"Lulu is way too playful. I think she'd probably want to sit on me or something... and there's no way I can survive that monster booty" You said, and while you were shuddering at the idea, Cindy herself found it rather hilarious.
"Coach Amber is nice, but she's teaching P.E all day, I'll have to be either shoved away into her locker all day or be with her... and she's gonna be sweaty... besides, she's passionate about exercise, and could even forget about me..."
"Fair point" Cindy nodded "But I still feel we should get some help... Isn't Lillian's mom a teacher too?" When she said that, your whole body went pale.
"Cindy. Under no circumstances EVER. NEVER let Sheila know about me, let alone give me to her..." You said with such a scary tone that it made her shudder.
"W-Why?"
"To uber simplify it to you, she's Lulu on steroids! She's even more playful than her and I'm not sure she'd take it seriously... besides, there's the extra risk she'd tell Lillian..."
"And that was going to be my next point... what about your other friends?"
"I don't trust Lillian for the same reasons I don't trust Lulu or Sheila. I'd probably end up under her big ass and farted to dust in less than 10 minutes flat" You shuddered more.
"What about Jen?" She asked, this time, you froze for a different reason. Blood returned to your body, giving you your usual healthy bronze/milk coffee-like skin tone, but at the same time, your face reddened and felt like your head was becoming a kettle like in old cartoons. Cindy noticed the reaction and silently pouted.
"Well, I think Jen could be a big help. If you could find her alone, it could work" You struggled not to stutter, trying to correlate what you've seen so far from Cindy and applying it to Jen, who was a little bit shorter, but much more curvaceous up top. Her smooth pale skin wasn't all that different from Cindy's, but knowing it'd be hers would be enough to make you blush.
"I see..." Cindy didn't sound entirely convinced, but there were no real arguments against her, as she knew both Lillian and Jen in person herself, and quite decently. However, she was also aware that Jen didn't like her too much, and was on friendlier terms with Lillian. Besides, she couldn't help but feel a tad jealous of both. Still, even after your input, it was ultimately up to her how to proceed next, and she needed to make a choice...
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[Choice notes]: In choice 3, Cindy can either decide to entrust your fate to the Principal, or to one of the teachers, such as Lulu, Coach Amber, Ms. Coleman, Sheila or even Alisha, Yamile's mom (we're going with an idea from another route that she's one of the Math teachers). You could also create a new teacher or school staff character if you wish. As for Arianna, little reminder that Blaise thinks that she hates him, while in reality she does not, and may instead harbor other, very strong feelings for him.
In choice 4 she can either go find Lillian or Jen alone (the latter being what you actually requested) or find both and reveal you to them and your condition. It's possible she could be intercepted on her way to them though.
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