Crying Comforts

"It's not fair!" The girl bawled.
Putting a comforting hand on her back, the boy continued to console her. It was quite a sight, her display. Not because of her age, being a highschooler, but because of her size. Even sitting with her knees and butt flat on the ground, hands clumsily wiping away fresh tears, the one futilely soothing her for the past twenty minutes only stood halfway up her back in comparison. Repeating himself, he spoke up against her wails.
"C'mon, what's so great about that guy anyway?" He knew already, but wished he didn't. Anthony Belmier, resident jock and pussy magnet on campus, it was rumored he'd fucked half the girls in school, but apparently shied away from being the smaller one in the relationship, hence the waterworks.
"He's the coolest- he's so hot- I thought I'd, I...!" Returning to her previously scheduled wailing, Marcus waved to a neighbor that he had not, in fact, put a crying baby in front of a megaphone. Windows would shatter if this one got her hands on one, he thought.
Accepting that talking and rubbing his hands raw against her back was going nowhere, he resigned himself to what had to be done.
He and Madeline had been childhood friends and neighbors, and yes, she was always big for her age, hence the one-man comfort committee was in her back yard. Swings and slides were out of the question of course, but one thing that always amused her but started to embarrass him as he grew was...
With a short hop, he pulled himself on top of her thigh, ducking his head under her elbow. Tumbling forward, his fall was broken by her skirt, acting like a trampoline, but without the elasticity.
It was especially loud underneath and in front of her, though thankfully it began to quiet, her curiosity piqued by a sensation she had not felt in years. Looking down with a sniffle, her puffy eyes widened, seeing her best friend craning his neck up at her from her lap. Ironically, she was massive in every way but the one girls want, giving him a clear view of her face despite resting against her belly.
"You... I thought you hated that..." For him, it had been like a living jungle gym, for her, it had been like having a living teddy bear. Eventually though, being manhandled and squeezed as a developing boy by a developing girl with a brain yet to catch up punished his manhood... In more ways than one.
"I hated that you wouldn't ask, but seriously, the neighbors were starting to think an ambulance was giving birth back here." Her face scrunched up in a pout, squeezing out the tears that had pooled in her eyes, the droplets crashing around him. Before she could start again, Marcus intercepted.
"I forbid it!"
"Wha- Forbid what?"
"No more crying!"
"Wh- Why shouldn't I cry! I got rejected!"
"By a grade-A nimrod with a dick smaller than his brain!"
She rushed her hands to her mouth, but couldn't stifle the giggle. Recovering, she objected again. "But he's-"
"An idiot. Anyone would be to turn down a girl as cute as you." Once more she covered her mouth, before dropping into another bout of self-pity.
"...Who'd want to go out with someone big enough to carry them around?"
"There are absolutely guys out there. Gary would. Steve would... I would." For a moment, he worried his words would be ineffective or ignored, but to his relief she smiled.
"Aw, thanks! You're so sweet!" Pumping her arms in victory, she put on a serious expression. "Alright, forget about Antonio what's-his-name, I'll start looking for someone else to ask out tomorrow!" Wrapping her arms around Marcus, she prepared to squeeze, then stopped. "Oops. It's OK to hug you, right?"
He sighed. "Yeah, it's OK." Pressed against her warmth, he breathed in her scent. "...Why look? I'm right here, you big dummy."