Eka's Portal

The bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. As kids started off towards their first class, Ericka looked down at the small piece of paper she held that directed her towards her new homeroom. Shifting her light blue backpack she set off, looking around at all the unfamiliar faces nervously. Standing at 5' 10" and weighing just over three hundred pounds, the dark-skinned teenager had thick curves all over her body, especially her DDD breasts. Eyeing the classroom number that matched her paper, she slowly walked in and looked around for an open seat, opting to take one closer to the back.

Miles was walking along the hall, also holding a piece of paper to see where his homeroom was. He was far smaller than Ericka, being 5'7", and only around 130 pounds. He soon entered, as well, but he turned too fast inside, bumping into Ericka from behind with a soft "oof". He stepped back a little. "O-oh, sorry miss..."

Ericka let out a soft yelp of surprise, but she was too big to be knocked down by such a small bump. She turned around and looked down at the boy behind her, a bit surprised that he was actually shorter than her. "I-It's okay, no harm done," she said softly. "I take up a lot of space anyway..."

I blush a little. "A-ah...that's good..." I smile. "M-my name is Miles, b-by the way..."

She smiles a bit back, her sky-blue eyes seeming to soften a bit. "I'm Ericka. That's with a 'c" and a 'k', by the way. I know, a bit odd way to spell it, but oh well." She looked around the classroom, the two of them apparently being the only ones eager enough to be the first it. "You can, ah, sit by me if you want," she says softly, blushing a bit. "I just moved here, so I don't know anyone..."

I nod, smiling a bit. "Nice to meet you, Ericka!" I shake her hand, looking around as well. I walk over to an empty seat, next to where she'd sit. "Sure, sounds nice! I'll help you out if you need it."

Her smile widens and she takes the seat on his left, blushing more. "Thank you, Miles." Wearing tight blue jeans and a dark red t-shirt, Ericka's curves were displayed quite nicely, the plus-size girl moving a strand of chest-length hair from her face.

I looked her over a little, blushing, before looking ahead, trying to hide my obvious blushing...

Soon all the other kids filed in and class began, though it being the first day, there wasn't too much learning, mostly just getting to know everyone in the room and the teacher. Eventually the bell rang for lunch, and Ericka walked down with Miles to the lunchroom.

I walked with Ericka, smiling. "So, tell me about yourself." I was somewhat excited...I couldn't wait to see how much she ate.

Ericka grabbed a tray and talked while she got her food. "Well, I only moved here less than a week ago; really just wanted a nice, quiet area to live in." Her tray quickly became crowded with food: sandwiches, some bags of chips, and every side dish the cafeteria offered. "I didn't have very many friends when I moved, so it wasn't too hard to come here." She smiled softly at you. "Glad I've already made one on my first day at school."

I got some food as well, raising my eyebrows a little. "Oh, that sounds like you moved on your own...usually it's the parents that have the reason for moving, right?" I took a few glances at the tray, only getting some pizza, fries, and a chocolate milk. "I see...I'm glad I can be your friend!"

"Yeah, I know, but they wanted me to be something I didn't want to be, so I'm out on my own now." She chose a table off to the side so they could be alone, waiting for you to sit down. "What about you, Miles? Tell me about yourself," she asked, starting to dig-in on a chicken sandwich.

I blink in amazement. That...that was odd. I sat down with her, starting to eat. "...oh, there's nothing too special about me. I like playing video games, I do okay in school..."

She pauses for a second to say, "Come ooon, there's gotta be something special about you! You can't just be the generic kid, right?" She chuckles. "Nothing interesting you'd like to tell me?" She scarfs down another sandwich while she waits for your reply, the mountain of food quickly shrinking.

I blushed a bit. "...u-um..." I looked away a little. "...I...I kind of have unconventional tastes, I guess, but...I won't say what they are..."

"What do you mean by 'unconventional tastes'," Ericka asks, gulping down a small dish of baked beans.

Miles blushed. "...l-like I said, I'm...I'm not eager to share them too much."

"That's fine, I understand," Ericka replies warmly. "We barely know each other, so I won't press you on anything." She finishes the last of her food, letting out a content sigh and a loud belch, drawing the eyes of a few tables.

"Th-thanks..." I blush deeply at that belch, continuing to eat. "...t...that sure is a lot of food."