Created by Mr. Penguin
"I...Um..." you stammer, trying to find the words. Dan looks at you with a raised brow, wondering what exactly you're going to ask. You're not even sure what to ask, but you just keep on remembering High School. No girls wanted to date you because you were so puny and short. But even the fat guy could get a nice girl. And Dan was probably one of the coolest people you've ever met, and he was fat as hell!
"Hey, you okay?" Dan finally asks, scratching his chest.
"...I think..." you begin, your face just a little bit red, "I think I kind of want to get big. Like you."
There was an awkward silence between the two of you for a few seconds. You, for being so embarrassed about admitting some thing so...weird to a friend you've barely known for a couple of hours, and him for being so shocked some one would say some thing like that.
Finally, the silence is broken when Dan lets out a loud, bellowing laugh as he smack ya on the back. He looks like he's on the verge of tears.
"W-W-Whats so funny?!" You stammer.
"Ahaha...N-Nothin'! Just kinda...Unexpected, thats all." Dan said, smiling a toothy grin, "So, why would ya want to be big?" he asks.
"...Well...I've always been kind of the shrimp. All through high-school. And I can't change my looks and I can't change my height or any thing...But I dunno. I think being big would be..."
"Fun?" Dan finishes your sentence, as you sheepishly look up at him and nod.
Dan had to laugh again, and this time you kind of joined in with him.
"Well, I will admit, I've always enjoyed being big. But then again my family is all pretty big. Save for my sister, but whatever." Dan laughed, rubbing his belly (that you just can't help but stare at). "So, yeah, if you want, I can help ya put some meat on your bones, sure."
"Great!" you exclaim, before yer pulled into a head-lock by your new friend.
"But it ain't gonna be easy!" He says jokingly, and of course you both laugh.
After a while about talking about the idea, which for some reason has begun to sound more like a science experiment than any thing, you see on the table that some one's phone is ringing.
"Ah! Thats mine!" Dan said, moving the fastest you have ever seen it to answer it.
"Who is it?" you ask curiously.
"Oh, its just my..."
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