I finished up in the science classroom, then headed to the cafeteria.
Danna was in the corner of the room on her cushion. She had no tray, no lunch, and no one sitting near her. I got my food, formed my butt into a similar cushion, and plopped down next to her.
"Are you going to get some food?"
The top of her creamy-brown flesh spun side-to-side slightly.
"Can't fit in the line."
"Did you not pack a lunch?"
Another jiggle in the negative.
"...You want some of mine?"
"Can't," Her voice sounding somewhere between disinterested and irritable. "Can't see enough to eat."
I stared at her. She couldn't even eat lunch without help. Christ... I was having fun doing this to people?
"I can feed it to you." I blurted.
"Look. Jen. I appreciate the offer. But I don't even know you. Every time someone comes up offering to 'help me', it's either to prank me, or to feel me up. So... Please, just leave me alone."
In a flash of aggression, I whipped an elastic hand out, fashioned it into a net, and scooped away the breasts covering her eyes, looking her straight in the face.
"I'm not a fucking pervert or prankster, goddamnit. I'm trying to help you."
Her eyes squinted as they both met the light, then blinked and went wide in surprise. She looked around, full of wonder not unlike that of a toddler at an amusement park.
"There. You can see. Will you eat? Or should I feed you?" I had no idea why I was so angry. I guess it was... guilty rage or something?
Luckily, she didn't seem mind.
"Amazing..." Danna's voice rang clear from her flab-freed mouth. Her tone shifted slightly back toward skeptically apathetic.
"What's your deal? Why do you want to help me?"
I wanted to tell her the truth. That I was responsible for her turning into some sort of circus sideshow act. That she hadn't actually been living as a lump of tits for years. That she'd had friends not even an hour ago.
But... she would never believe any of that. Instead, I went for something just as honest.
"Because... you looked like you needed a friend."
I looked her in the eyes, hoping to reinforce my sincerity. As I did, a familiar tingle began to work its way up my throat.
Uh-oh.