Hey! Remember me, Jason Gorman, aka Jason the Superhero? Nice to see you back. Want to hear more about my adventures? You do? Great!
So let me tell you about the first time I really used my super powers to do something good - to set right the wrongs of the world. It was about two months after the accident, including over a month spent in the hospital and the rehab center and another month of daily physical and psychological therapy. Two months of pain and confusion and trying to figure out what the hell had happened to me. Two months of trying to come to grips with being a hideous freak. Two months of trying to understand these bizarre new visions and powers I had. But I'm not bitter. Okay, okay, I am bitter. Bite me!
I was still furious at Tammy and Chad - you would have been furious too, believe me. They had basically ruined my life, not that my life was very good. It was time to get back at them. As soon as I was back at school, enduring the pained and horrified looks of the students and teachers, I vowed my revenge. I wanted it more than anything! Well, okay, I wanted it as much as I wanted to have sex with a real girl - I'm an eighteen-year-old boy after all. But with this face that wasn't likely any time soon, was it?
I suppose you'll want to know exactly why I was so pissed at Chad and Tammy. Fine. I don't really like reliving the whole sordid and painful sequence of events, but maybe if I go through it one more time you'll understand. Maybe it'll help.
It started on the first day of my senior year. I'd always been an outcast. I wasn't cool or smart or an athlete. But I was finally a senior and that was supposed to count for something. You automatically get to be part of the in crowd when you're a senior, right? NOT! Still an outcast. And then I saw her - an incredible beauty that I would later learn was Tammy Titsworth.
I know, I know: Titsworth? A gorgeous babe named Titsworth? All I can say is the universe is a strange place. And yeah, of course I should have known she was out of my league! Don't rub it in. Jeez!
Anyway, I see this amazing hot girl and I'm sure my mouth was hanging open as I stumbled and nearly crashed into a wall when she passed me. I was totally smitten. What a body! She was young, clearly just a freshman - so she was at most fifteen, and she looked younger. Later I found out Tammy was indeed fourteen, and barely fourteen at that. But she was extremely well built - long athletic legs that led upwards to a perfect heart-shaped ass, a thin waist and small but ample breasts. She was about five four, closer to five six in the heels she often wore. And the way her ass moved as she walked in those heels made me weak in the knees. As if that wasn't enough, her face was killer! A tiny sharp nose centered beneath huge blue eyes with long luxurious lashes. Her mouth was narrow, but built with sensuous thick lips. All of this was set off by long curly blonde hair that cascaded around her face. I wasn't the only boy nearly drooling as the young goddess walked down the hall in a short skirt and silken blouse that did nothing to hide the wonderful shape of her body.
For the next week I found out what I could about the amazing freshman beauty: her name, age, class schedule, even some of her friends. I couldn't get enough of her. I managed to find ways to actually talk to her - and she didn't seem to be completely repelled by me. I told myself she actually liked me. I told myself that she appreciated having a senior deign to speak to her, to give her advice on classes and express interest in her. I watched from afar as she made the cheerleading squad, as she formed a network of pretty young friends and found her place in the new world of high school.
Our school always has a fall senior's dance - kind of like a preview of the prom in the spring. It was a pretty big deal. Normally I wouldn't even consider going to it, but suddenly it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get a little closer to the lovely Tammy T. What freshman girl wouldn't be thrilled to be asked to the Senior Fall Ball? Really, I should have known better. But I screwed up my courage, stopped Tammy in the hall outside her math class and I asked her if she'd like to go to the dance with me. Tammy's big blue eyes sparkled and a small smile spread across her red lips. "Wow, Jason, that would be great." (She knew my name!) "But I'll have to ask permission first. Ask me again tomorrow. Okay?"
Tammy's silky voice made me weak in the knees. So of course I said "sure" and found her the next day. I should have noticed the twinkle in her eye when she said she'd love to go to the dance. She wrote down her address for me and told me to be there at seven o'clock, sharp. I felt like I was walking three feet off the ground! I'd done it! The gorgeous Tammy was going to the dance with me. I couldn't wait. The next two days would be torture as I waited for Friday at seven o'clock.
But Friday eventually came and there I was at the address Tammy'd given me, precisely at seven. A man met me at the door, gave me a serious once-over, decided I wasn't an axe murderer and then said his daughter was almost ready. It would be just a few minutes and wouldn't I come in and wait? A woman joined us and both of them seemed so happy and excited. They went on and on about how wonderful it was that I had asked their daughter to the dance. They were so proud she had attracted the attention of a senior. Her mother kept on about how excited she was - how her entire demeanor had improved since I'd arranged our date.
I'm sure you've figured out by now that something was fishy. Even I, as stupid and naive as I was, knew something was up. For one thing, these people didn't look anything like Tammy Titsworth. So I was not one hundred percent shocked when it wasn't Tammy who came down the stairs. But I was completely shocked that it was Lisa Buford. Lisa Buford was bad enough, but Lisa Buford in pink crinoline, with makeup and her hair piled on top of her head was almost enough to make me vomit right there in front of her parents.
I should explain. Lisa Buford, best known far and wide as Lisa Fat Fucking Buford, maybe the ugliest sixteen-year-old girl in town, maybe the whole state. She's about five feet tall and she must weigh, I'm not kidding, three hundred and fifty pounds. Everything about her is rolls: rolls of flesh on rolls of flesh. She's round on round on top of round. Lisa gave new meaning to the term waddle. With every step down the stairs I feared she would trip and roll down like a giant bowling ball. But Lisa's unattractiveness doesn't stop at her rolls of unsightly flesh. She literally has the face of a pig - tiny round eyes sunk deep into the fat of her face, a flat round nose and thin lips, forced out by her many chins into a permanent pout.
It was all too clear what had happened - I'd been set up. My beautiful Tammy had fucked me over. She'd convinced Lisa that I wanted to take her to the dance. I barely knew Lisa, but I knew she was stupid enough to fall for a scheme like that. Evidently we were a good match in the stupidity department. And I was trapped. It would break her heart if I said it was all a mistake. It would break her parents' hearts. And it looked to me like Mr. Buford could easily break me into pieces. I had no choice but to suck it up, take Lisa by her extraordinarily pudgy hand (did she actually have knuckles in there somewhere?) and lead her out to my car.
The night's horrors were far from over. When we got to the dance there was the gorgeous Tammy dancing in the tight embrace of the captain of the football team, Mr. Popularity himself, Chad Hoskins. At the sight of Lisa Fat Fucking Buford clinging to my arm - did I mention the pink crinoline, lots of pink crinoline - Tammy and Chad burst into laughter and everyone around the auditorium laughed right along with them. I'll spare you most of the details of the long ordeal. The whole evening was a nightmare, right down to the hokey awards ceremony where Tammy and Chad were voted "most perfect couple," and Lisa and I were voted "couple most likely to produce a deformed farm animal" - a not very subtle suggestion that Lisa and I might actually get physical. I saw a couple of guys gag at the suggestion. The final straw was the fact that Lisa Fat Fucking Buford was actually excited to get a public award. She squealed her loud piggy squeal as she clutched my arm and forced me up onto the stage to collect our prize: a box of condoms.
Remember Carrie, the girl drenched in pig's blood? She had it easy. I silently and very solemnly vowed revenge on Tammy the bitch Titsworth and Chad the fuckhead Hoskins.
Of course that was also the night of the accident. If it hadn't been for Tammy and Chad and their disturbing sense of humor, maybe the accident never would have happened - not that I would ever give either of them any credit for my superpowers - but they created the situation. And maybe that's why it was initially satisfying to have the revenge fit the crime, so to speak.
So, you got it? Do you understand why my first official acts as a superhero might be a tad, well, vengeful? No? Well fuck off! But this really is what happened. What do I care what you think?
I practiced and practiced with my new-found superpowers. I got pretty damn good at reading the vast spectrum of people's desires. I wasn't quite so good at isolating a specific desire and amplifying it, but I was getting the hang of it. And besides, I couldn't stand to wait any longer. Tammy and Chad had to pay!
I decided my revenge should happen at school, and as publicly as possible. Tammy would be first. And I needed some sort of a practice run, something to warm up with, but nothing too spectacular.
I waited until Tammy was thirsty and then made the intensity of her thirst go up a billion times. She grabbed a hold of a water fountain and sucked the water down greedily. She was so intent on the cool delicious water that she didn't realize how exposed she was, bent over in her short skirt. She gulped spastically, water splashing on her face and down the front of her blouse. With the intensity of her thirst, the gratification of the water flowing down her throat was almost sexual. I watched as a small crowd gathered around, tittering at the sight of Tammy drinking and drinking, flashing her panties and practically making out with the water fountain. She must have consumed a gallon and a half before I let the desire to quench her thirst abate.
Tammy stood up and looked around dazedly. She clutched her stomach and then looked down at her soaked silk blouse in horror. She visibly sloshed as she started to hurry for the bathroom, already feeling the pressure on her bladder.
But the class bell rang and I grabbed ahold of another one of Tammy's deep, quiet desires: the desire to make a good impression on her teachers. It was one of those interesting twisted desires I've discovered are so useful. Tammy didn't give a shit about any of her teachers. But she knew being teacher's pet was a sure fire way to get ahead, so she was always on time to class, always polite to her teachers and generally "little miss perfect student." And if that wasn't enough she could always try fake flattery or even accidentally flash her panties at old Mr. Radakovich.
You can probably tell I'd gotten to know Tammy Titsworth quite a bit better. You don't study someone's deepest desires for weeks without learning a lot. And my Tammy - yes, I'd started thinking of her as "mine" - turned out to be a gorgeous, sensual, alluring, fake little brown-nosing bitch. She had every male in school wrapped up in her vortex of nubile flirtation and spectacular body. Every male but one. And Tammy's deepest, strongest, most overriding desire was to stay exactly at the center of that swirling vortex, churning and feeding it to new levels of popularity and testosterone-laced chaos. Frankly, not bad for a fourteen-year-old.
But I got off the subject. Tammy was sloshing her way towards the girl's room when I reached in and moderately amplified her need to get to class on time. I wanted the decision to really be hers. I watched the emotions that battled across her face - get to the bathroom and be late to class, or desperately try to hold it in until she could con Mrs. Evans into giving her a hall pass. Keeping Mrs. Evans on her good side won out and she reversed direction, sloshing her way into Geography.
Glancing through the narrow window, it was easy to pick out Mrs. Evans' frustrated wish for her students to stop taking her classes so lightly. I jacked that one desire through the ceiling and then watched as she delightedly denied Tammy's fervent request for a hall pass. The stricken look on Tammy's face was priceless. Watching her squirm in her seat as her bladder got fuller and fuller was great. But I couldn't just hang out in the hall peeping through Mrs. Evans' window, even if I was a senior. I headed for my study hour in the library where I enjoyed the anticipation of hearing about the outcome of Tammy's little dilemma.
I wasn't disappointed. Within an hour the story was all over school about Tammy's "unfortunate accident" in the middle of geography class. I refused to join in the rumor mill, but I couldn't stop a wry smile. Proof of concept, I told myself. Now it was time to get serious. Peeing herself in geography class didn't even begin to pay Tammy back for what she'd done to me.
I scouted for just the right teacher to help me with Tammy's take-down. There were plenty of choices that might work, but it didn't take long to fix on old Mr. Radakovich, the school's most dreaded, boring and disgusting math teacher. Mixed into old Mr. Radakovich's long list of secret, disturbing yearnings were two extremely helpful and specific desires. First, like every male in school he had it bad for hot little Tammy Titsworth and the thought of her luscious young lips wrapped around his wrinkled, aged cock fed his daily fantasies. Second, old Mr. Radakovich had always fantasized about getting one or another of his prettier students to do something nasty for a higher grade in his class. He loved the idea of the power and control he'd be able to exert over any girl that was desperate enough for a better mark. Alas, he'd never had the chance to fulfill his little fantasy and it had frustrated him for many years. Did I mention that frustrated desires are some of the best to work with?
The only thing left to do was to "recruit" a helper from the geek squad and maneuver the players into the right situation. It turned out to be pretty easy, especially when the school helped by announcing an all-school assembly for Monday afternoon in the gym.
Lights, camera, action! Literally and figuratively. Friday came around and Tammy had her biggest pre-algebra test of the semester. But for some odd reason, just about the time she sat down to take the test, her aspiration to be head cheerleader suddenly overwhelmed her mind. It was all she could think of. She just had to plot and scheme about how to get Cathy Moseby out of the picture, so that she, Tammy, could take over the squad like she was destined to do. It was only right. The numbers and formulas on the test swam in front of her eyes. She couldn't concentrate. But who cared? Cheerleading was clearly more important and the team would never realize its true potential without her lead.
Tammy never could figure out what came over her on Friday. She was usually no worse than average in math and the big fat red F on the test paper she got back Monday afternoon screamed at her. This was not acceptable! She wanted a better grade than that. Just as I anticipated, Tammy remained after the rest of her class had filed out and headed to the assembly, leaving her alone with old Mr. Radakovich. I skulked just outside the door observing and then I did my thing: I used my superpower for the good of the world. Tammy's determination for a better grade went up a billion times, just as old Mr. Radakovich's lechery for Tammy's young body went through the roof, right along with his long-standing desire to blackmail a young girl for a better grade.
Gosh, I was so proud of my devious little mind.
And let's not forget the most devious part - the hidden video camera in the potted plant on old Mr. Radakovich's side table. The hidden video camera that was, somehow, plugged into the school's audio-visual system. Frankly, getting my geek-squad helper to set that up had been the most complicated part of the whole plot, but the nerdy kid was desperately obsessed with the idea of secretly filming naked girls, so manipulating him with my powers was a piece of cake.
In the school gymnasium, the important educational film about the heartbreaking dangers of texting and driving was suddenly and unexpectedly interrupted. A murmur of confusion swept across the crowd, but quickly everyone's attention was riveted to the big-screen sight of beautiful Tammy Titsworth slowly unbuttoning her blue silk blouse to expose the world's most exquisite set of young teen breasts.
"See, Mr. Radakovich, I really will do anything, anything you want." Tammy's sexy kitten voice was clear and loud over the PA system. (I'll say this for my techno geek, he knew his shit.) "Please Mr. Radakovich!"
"Oh my God, yes. Yes, my dear." Old man Radakovich was breathing hard, but his voice was clear and the video on the huge screen perfectly captured the moment as he cupped Tammy's wonderful firm breasts in his wrinkled hands and lifted them up, just before he buried his face in her chest and began to lick and suck on her pert nipples. A huge gasp rippled across the mesmerized audience of Tammy's peers.
"Jesus Christ, get that off the screen," the principal yelled across the gym. "What the fu..." He grabbed a couple of teachers and bustled them off towards the math wing.
Tammy visibly trembled on the screen as her math teacher fondled and licked her breasts. And she gasped loudly when he pushed one of his thin age-spotted hands down her front, past the waistband of her skirt. "Oh!!" she cried, startled. It was obvious that the old lecher was feeling up her young pussy.
"Get that turned off! Jesus Christ, somebody do something!" The principal was in hysterics, but nobody was paying any attention to him. Every eye was glued to the big screen in the gym.
"Here Tammy, take it out, hold it," whispered old Mr. Radakovich as he took one of Tammy's hands in his and led it to his crotch. Tammy's beautiful face was perfectly captured by the camera as she knelt in front of him and slowly pulled down his zipper. As she fumbled in his pants with her young hands her audience in the gym exploded with wild enthusiasm.
On the screen Tammy roughly pulled down her ancient math teacher's pants, exposing his wizened, but rapidly inflating cock. Several girls screamed as Tammy took the cock in her petite hands and stroked it. Only I understood that it was Tammy's unendurable need for a good grade that was driving her on, convincing her that it was worth it to fondle her disgusting teacher's old bulging dick.
"You know what it needs, Tammy!" Old Mr. Radakovich croaked at her in his excitement. "You're a smart girl, come on, figure it out!"
There was a pounding sound that came over the speakers and Tammy glanced at the door with a worried look. The camera didn't show the three teachers pounding at the locked door, trying to stop the travesty unfolding before the entire assembly. The principal was still yelling for someone to "turn off that God damned video!" But everyone else remained riveted to the screen.
Tammy slid the old man's surprisingly large prick into her mouth, almost immediately choking on the big piece of meat. Her nasty math teacher groaned aloud as a collective gasp, whoop and cheer went up from the large audience. The old man ran his fingers through Tammy's curly blonde hair and pulled her face tighter to his nasty groin, humping her face. The camera, run secretly by my little techno geek in another part of the building, panned to get a better angle and then zoomed in on Tammy's pretty face as she slurped down her math teacher's big cock. She cupped and kneaded his balls in one hand and stroked part of his big dick with the other. There was pandemonium in the gymnasium as the principal continued to scream to have the feed shut off, several teachers ran around wildly and pointlessly and every student in school either whooped their appreciation, cheered old Mr. Radakovich on, or screamed in disgust or revulsion at the crazy scene on the big screen.
Tammy kept choking as the old man kept forcing more and more of his cock down her throat with vigor that belied his age. You could see how disgusting it was, but everyone in the auditorium, everyone but me that is, must believe that she was enjoying giving her math teacher an amazing blow job. Only I knew that she was simply desperate, desperate beyond measure to get old Mr. Radakovich to change her failing math grade. But the eager way she gobbled down his prick made her look like a sex-starved slut. Old Mr. Radakovich added greatly to that perception when he began yelling, loud enough to be heard over the cheers, "Oh my god! Yes, yes, you little slut! That's the best god damn suck I've ever had! Fuck me, oh my god, what a mouth. Jesus, Jesus, oh my god, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your little mouth you fucking suck-slut! OHH!"
And cum the old man did. He jammed his cock in tight and let flood a huge amount of sperm, then pulled out and shot load after load across Tammy's beautiful face. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen and probably the most amazing thing ever seen by most of the awe-struck three hundred or so teenagers in the gymnasium.
Just as the old man was finishing squirting his impressive load onto Tammy's upturned nose, there was a crashing sound and then chaos erupted on the screen. The three male teachers had finally managed to break down the door and stormed into the room, roughly grabbing old Mr. Radakovich and wrestling him to the floor. The old man didn't put up any fight at all, he just smiled all the way down. Tammy was quickly covered with a coat - and then one of the teachers found the camera and tore it from its hiding place, killing the feed to the gym. If anything, the chaos there got worse as most of the students, released from the amazing sights they'd just witnessed, ignored the principal and teachers and poured out into the school, jabbering excitedly. Several young women had actually fainted from the shock of the awful sights they'd witnessed and the school's nurse was busy for the rest of the day.
Old Mr. Radakovich was never seen again in our school. As for Tammy, well, there's a lot more to tell about Tammy. But you can imagine for yourself what the whole sordid affair with old Mr. Radakovich did to her social life for quite some time. And the name BJ Tammy became her official new school moniker. I even heard a couple of teachers use it.
As far as I can tell, no one ever connected me to Tammy Titsworth's comeuppance. I did tell Sonja about it, in the confidence of her office. It's actually kind of nice to have someone like her to talk to about this kind of stuff.
What's that? I haven't told you about Sonja? Damn. Okay, so, Sonja Morgan is my shrink - the one they assigned me when I was still in rehab after the accident. She's the best. I mean, at first I thought it was totally fucked up to have to talk to a shrink just because the left side of my face got shredded and my left eye turned black and I look like a fucking monster. But hey, she really does understand me - I mean just look at her, in her wheelchair, with the whole eye-patch thing, just like the one I wear most of the time. She gets me and I can talk to her.
Anyway, Sonja's cool and I know she'll never squeal on me. In fact, she said it would probably do me a lot of good to get some of this anger out of my system. She wasn't judgmental at all - hell, she actually laughed when I told her the whole story! And I think she's right; I did feel better after the whole "Tammy sucks off her algebra teacher in view of the entire school" montage. I felt a lot better! It was amazing.
So, I guess that brings us back around to our dear old friend Chad Hoskins, captain of the football team, man about campus and every teen girl's swooning idea of perfection. Asshole! For good old Chad I had a very different humiliation in mind and it involved another dear old friend of ours - Lisa Fat Fucking Buford.
I didn't think I could pull off a second all-school humiliation, but still I wanted my revenge on Chad to be as public as possible. It took some thought, and some doing, but it played out perfectly in the long run. I chose the end of a long hard football practice as the best time and place to set up my little plan.
Practice was over and the guys were all hot and tired, but for some reason, I can't imagine why, coach got it into his head that his players weren't putting a hundred and ten percent of their energy into practice. He felt like he had to punish them by keeping them after practice and giving them a verbal lashing - a desire he didn't seem to be able to control. But Chad, the darling of the coaches eye, was not included in the coach's diatribe. Chad was told he could hit the showers.
And guess who should be waiting for Chad in the shower room, all alone and vulnerable - why Lisa Fat Fucking Buford of course. Like every girl in school, Lisa had a huge crush on gorgeous Chad and a certain someone - me - had turned that crush up to nuclear power levels. Lisa wanted Chad so badly she would do anything, anything at all, including waiting in the football shower room for him - buck naked. All three hundred and fifty pounds of her and not a stitch of clothing. Try not to picture it. Really. Trust me.
Chad had no idea what was coming as he stripped down, threw his towel on a hook, and stepped around the corner into the big tiled shower. His eyes went wide with shock and revulsion at the unexpected sight of all those rolls and rolls of white skin. "What the..." was all Chad was able to get out of his mouth before I applied my superpowers to him.
You see, Chad Hoskins had one absolutely perfect desire amongst his many yearnings. Chad Hoskins really liked big tits. He just had a thing for them. The stupid asshole had even once suggested to my Tammy, the definition of female perfection, that she consider implants! Jesus! Can you imagine? Humiliating him was almost too good for him. Maybe I should have just put him down like the rabid dog he really was. But no, I'm above that sort of thing. I am not, however, above humiliating him to his core. So I took hold of that fetish Chad had for really big mammaries and I amplified it a billion, billion times. His entire being was taken up with his desire for huge breasts. And right there in front him, in all their glory, were the biggest tits he could ever have imagined, suspended heavily over rolls and rolls of fat.
"Holy fuck!" Chad yelled, and then he stepped up to grab Lisa Buford and pull her naked body to his naked body. His cock was instantly erect and he buried his face in the huge mounds of tit-flesh, wallowing in her massive boobs.
"Oh god, Chad, yes!" Lisa responded, thrilled. She threw her beefy arms around him and pulled his face deeper into her massive tits. The two of them fell heavily to the floor as they grappled. Fortunately for Chad, he landed on top, or he might have been crushed. "Yes, yes, baby, I'm yours, I'm yours!" Lisa screamed from under Chad's tall handsome body.
Chad's hands and lips couldn't get enough of Lisa's gigantic flabby mounds. Having such huge mammaries to play with was ecstasy when he was under the intense desires I'd forced upon him. Lisa's monumental tits drove him to insane levels of desire, and very soon he was searching with one hand for her pussy, buried under all those hundreds of pounds of stomach flesh, as he fondled and licked her breasts with abandon.
"Chad! Chad! Oh my god!" Lisa burbled almost incoherently in her lust for the handsome football captain. She pushed her flabby knees as wide apart as she could, trying to lift her legs and give Chad access to the pussy that was so deeply buried beneath her rolls of flesh. Both of them were frantic in their unbridled desires.
"Fuck it!" Chad yelled, abandoning his misguided attempts to get past all that fat and find Lisa's hidden treasure. He threw his arms under her bent knees, braced his feet and heaved forward with the force he would use on a tackle dummy. It was just enough to expose Lisa's flabby opening. Chad scooted forward and slammed his throbbing big manhood into her sopping cunt with all his might, instantly rupturing her cherry and going balls-deep inside of her. He fucked her with abandon, mesmerized by the sight of her gigantic tits as they bounced up and down with every thrust. The harder he could thrust, the more action he got on the giant breasts and so he rammed into her with every ounce of his considerable energy.
Lisa screamed and screamed - whether in ecstasy or terror was not clear. The pain of being ravaged quickly gave way to pleasure. Because she was in thrall to her increased desires for Chad, her pleasure was magnified a thousand fold and soon she was having a massive orgasm as she writhed under Chad's vicious pummeling of her fat body.
I could tell, from my point of hidden observation, that Chad was just about to cum, hard, in Lisa's body. I waited, trying to time things just right. And then suddenly, just before the ultimate moment, I released Chad from his heightened desires. A look of abject horror crossed his face as he realized he was rabidly fucking the ugliest and fattest girl in three counties. And then he came in her unprotected belly. He couldn't control his body's need to empty his balls as deep inside Lisa's pussy as possible. He continued to thrust into her, disgusted with himself, as his seed erupted into her womb.
And that, of course, would be the moment when Chad Hoskins looked up and realized that the entire football team, and his coaches, were standing in a circle around him, mouths agape.
It was almost a month before Chad Hoskins came back to school. A month after that we discovered that Lisa Fat Fucking Buford was pregnant. Since everybody in school, hell, everybody in town, knew exactly who was responsible for that little problem, Chad Hoskins was forced to marry her! Imagine, married to a morbidly obese sixteen year old when you're only eighteen yourself. I have to admit, I felt a little guilty. It had all gone a bit out of control. But I made up for it, sort of. For a wedding present I increased Chad Hoskins' fetish for big tits by a thousandfold, and made it permanent. I can do that; I'm Jason the Superhero.
I'm guessing Chad and Lisa Fat Fucking Hoskins-Buford will be very happy together. Really.
