Buy Daniel's mousse by kissing fatty Cathy

You look at the chocolate mousse sitting in front of Daniel, then at the massive girl still staring from across the cafeteria. If the mousse really is unreal, it might be worth a little temporary disgust.

"Fine," you mutter. "I'll do it. But only for the mousse."

Daniel's face lights up with a pure shit-eating grin. "Let's fucking go!" He doesn't even wait. He turns in his seat, raises his voice, and waves.

"Cathy! Hey, Cathy! Come here a second!"

Cathy's head snaps toward the table so fast her double chin wobbles. The moment she realises Daniel is calling her, her whole face goes blotchy red. She heaves herself up with a grunt, the plastic chair creaking under her weight. Her thick thighs rub together as she waddles over, the fabric of her tights stretched so tight you can see every dimple and fold of fat. The bottom of her shirt has ridden up, showing a soft, pale roll of belly that jiggles with every step. A faint, sour-sweet smell reaches the table before she does, the smell of unwashed skin mixed with something greasy.

She stops right in front of you, breathing a little heavily through her nose.

"Y-yeah?" she asks, voice deep but hopeful. Her eyes keep flicking to you, then away, then back again like she can't believe she's this close.

Daniel leans back, still grinning like an asshole. "Our boy is new around here, just got here. So, he's a little lost. Needs someone to show him where the bathrooms are. You free?"

Cathy's eyes widen. A weird, breathy little snrrk escapes her mouth, a half laugh, half snort, as her whole body jiggles with it. "Oh! Yeah! I can do that! I know where everything is." She looks at you again, cheeks even redder. "I, uh... I saw you when you came in. You're the new guy, right?"

You force a nod. Up close she's even worse. Greasy hair stuck to her forehead, a few crumbs still clinging to the corner of her mouth, and that unwashed smell is stronger now. She's clearly been staring at you the whole time and is trying, and failing, not to look too eager about getting to walk with the "cute new boy."

Daniel slides his untouched chocolate mousse across the table towards your tray. "All yours once the deal's done," he whispers.

Cathy doesn't even notice the exchange. She's already turning, motioning for you to follow with a chubby hand. "This way. It's not far."

You stand up, leaving your tray, and trail after her. Every step she takes makes her massive ass and thighs clap softly against each other. She keeps glancing back over her shoulder, that same hopeful yet hungry look on her face, like she can't believe this is happening.

She leads you out of the cafeteria, down a quieter hallway, and finally stops outside the bathroom door. She pushes it open with her shoulder and steps inside, holding the door for you.

"Here," she says, a little out of breath from the short walk. She doesn't leave. She just stands there in the doorway, blocking most of it with her bulk, looking at you expectantly. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Another snrrk of nervous laughter escapes her.

You're alone with her now. The deal is still hanging over your head, kiss fatty Cathy, get the mousse.