After school, Sarah and Ellie went home to Sarah's house. Jon followed them, having made a wish to avoid notice unless he wanted to be noticed, even if he was in plain sight. The two girls went inside. Sarah's mother was still gone, so they had the house to themselves.
They went up to Sarah's room, Jon following them. Sarah closed the door and began to strip. "What are you doing?" asked Ellie.
"I hate this," said Sarah, bursting into tears. "I hate not knowing why I'm fat. I hate being made fun of. I hate how my tits are bursting with milk and I'm ashamed to have people drink from them. But the clothes hurt most of all. They're all too tight, nobody can find anything that even remotely fits and all they do is all attention to the fact that were fat. If I could find clothes that fit, maybe I could feel better. But with this clothes nonsense, I wish I could just go out naked. Maybe they'd pay less attention to it if my sagging tits and thunder thighs were on open display instead of only partly hidden."
Ellie, taking her cue from Sarah, began taking off her clothes as well. Strangely, she felt better naked then inadequately clothed. And Sarah looked... pretty. "You don't look bad," she said. "You're still pretty. I'm the one who's ugly. I've gained even more weight than you have."
Sarah looked like she was going to start crying again. "No, you're the pretty one," she said. "No matter how fat either of us seems to get, you're still the prettiest of us."
Now it was Ellie's turn to cry. "Nobody's said anything that nice to me since I got this fat." Sarah found herself turned on by both the intimacy of their situation as well as the sight of the other girl's naked body. The fat didn't mean anything anymore; there was merely lust. Sarah kissed Ellie, who, surprised, kissed her back. Sarah then forced Ellie onto her bed, which creaked under the extra weight as the two girls made passionate love. All the while, the unnoticed Jon watched with a grin on his face.
