Bordering on a dangerous obsession. Chapter 10

Dave came by after we had eaten and snagged a couple of eggrolls. Vile lies those, I never touch the things. Probably as much egg in there as cat food.

He almost launched said eggroll one out of his nose when he saw me tromping downstairs in my new fat suit and "Medium" clothes.

Fuck you Dave, and fuck you Marcus, laughing at me.

I explained, as they snickered at me, that this was to protect my identity. They were still chuckling while I took them up into my room (Marcus was discretely looking for the bear), booted up my computer, then ran the image comparison software Max had left on the USB Stick for me.

They stopped laughing when a "random" picture of me and a picture of Hit Girl in full costume pinged an 87% match, but had a 30% and 14% in front and side view with the fat suit on.

Oo0oO

I explained how the Night-Bitch had been whacked in her home thanks to social media, and the fact that she was stupid enough to post photos of herself with most of her tits out. Me in the fat suit was a small price to pay to not have the Motherfucker blow up my school.

Then they got all serious with me, Dave even wondering if he needed to get a fat suit as well. I assured him that thanks to his costume covering nearly all of his body, and the fact that he was within the margins of average height and weight, too many people would ping in the 60's and 70's. He just had to avoid being recording speaking as Dave anywhere. Much easier.

Me, since I was short, had half my face exposed, and was really fucking fit for an 11 year old, had it a bit harder. 'Mindy', I declared as if it were my own idea, was going to have to fade into obscurity. I'd be missing gym class (it wasn't even a warm-up really) with a doctor's note, I wasn't going to go into any school clubs, and I wasn't going to ever change in public except inside bathrooms or or closed booths. And I'd be getting several more fat suits made.

Marcus looked a bit sad for some reason, but I assured him I'd still be kicking ass with Kick-Ass, and heading to the comic shop to hang out with friends. I'd hang out with Jessi and Angela, just not participating in sleep overs.

Then I dropped nuke number two, Little Boy instead of Fat Man. Speaking about doctors, I was going to see one. One that Daddy used to take me to routinely but one I hadn't been to since he died.

Out came the card.

Bildhauer Clinic
Orthopedic & Athletic Care

Marcus would be bringing me there for next Saturday for a checkup. Once there, I'd be asking for one for Dave. Bildhauer didn't do guys as far as I knew but he'd have a similarly discrete friend.

Oo0oO

That night while reading from the first book the little laptop beeped. I had mail from Max.

It was an audio feed from Dave's room. I wasn't surprised, as if Max was going to go to all the trouble of collecting Dave's trash without leaving a couple bugs. It was probably a reflex for him.

I'd have to order two or three other bug detectors in case Max used any on me that were designed not to be detected by the one he gave me.

As for the audio, apparently after 'cuddling', Dave let Katie know about his needing to get a medical checkup. Dopey bitch wanted him to reschedule cause she wanted to go to a movie with him.

Dave was tempted. I can tell from how he hesitated, she was probably waving her tits in his face or stroking his tunk or something, but he saw reason and decided to go with me anyways.

That earned him an earfull from Katie. Twenty long minutes of it.

I snarled and reached for the dildo I had dubbed Little Dave.

Just you wait you bitch, the cavalry was coming.