"You creep!!"
This was the heralding cry of an unexpected shower of strawberry milkshake which cascaded all over Jimmy's head and shoulders as he was abruptly brought from his reverie while standing up from his chair. The lunchroom exploded in laughter as milk and ice cream dripped from Jim's now pinkened torso, the result of crashing into Rebecca Klein's lunchtray. Raising his hand Jim slowly used his fingers and shirt cuffs to clear his rose opaqued glasses, figuring that he may as well not deny himself the visual of the uncontrolled laughter of his classmates. Not that such a visual was needed, he'd endured worse treatment, but he had as yet not mastered the art of walking thru a lunchroom full of laughing High Schoolers while wearing milk covered glasses.
This wouldn't have happened (ok well maybe it would have anyway, he thought ) if he hadn't been so enraptured by Sue Masterson's sweater. More appropriately what was IN Sue's sweater. Sue was the lead cheerleader-best dressed-most-popular girl who by Jimmy's reckoning was the target audience of MTV and the WB; with her long flowing blonde hair, smooth luminiscent skin, perfect teeth, and covergirl model good looks Sue was a 10, but her body was what put her off the scale. She stood just a bit over 5 and a half feet and she had the kind of body that plastic surgeons strived for. Athletic yet shapely at the same time Sue's body was the fantasy of many a freshman's ( and perhaps on up to teachers) onanistic manipulations. Jimmy's problem ( if it could be called that) was that Sue's breasts were, by his best accounts, perfect and he couldn't take his eyes off of them. Sue realized what her best physical feature was and she used it ( or them ) like a practiced duelist. Only the most alluring tops, and blouses, did she wear; not very tight but certainly not loose, just formfitting enough to let you know that there was a whole lot going on in her top drawer. Jim appreciated that as he by all accounts was die hard titman. He oftentimes would imagine what it would be like to have sex with someone like Sue; true, she had a nice sized rack but Jim often times would fantasize about women who were much bigger than Sue. Women who had D-cup or maybe even double D- Cup breasts ( "oh the humanity!" he thought) . That in and of itself would be Heaven, to simply see such a thing, let alone have sex with them.
Jimmy made a silent sigh as he made his way thru the gaunlet of mocking laughter towards the exit. In the hall and finally out of the Lunchroom , Jim walked to the bathroom to clean himself up . Getting to the door Jim reached out and ZAP! a tiny but powerful blue bolt of electricity lept from the door knob to his fingertips, shocking him horribly.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow! Friggin' static electricity." Jim waved his hand and pushed the door in to the john. Even after his near electrocution he still had the need to regain some semblance of looking like a normal person; Jim hated High school . He didn't feel like he belonged, and as he gazed into the mirror he realized he perhaps didn't. Sans ice cream Jim wore black rimmed glasses with a rather unkempt mass of brown hair ; flannel shirts with his favorite henly; baggy cargo pants and run down black Chuck Taylors completed his look; He had a slight over bite, a sometime zit problem ( not as bad as Rocket who looked like he was perhpas part lobster) and he sometimes breathed with his mouth open. "Jesus" he thought. "I'm a fuckin mess". Jim opened the taps and pulled the too few paper towels out of the wall dispenser; he got most of the ice cream off although he still smelled of strawberries and the antisceptic soap from the sink. Jim stared into the mirror and in a few moments the world seem to fall away from him; No longer was he a high school misfit ; He was another being; Powerful; a silent power; his current appearance was a shell to his actual self ; outside he may have looked weak and nerdy, but inside he was a omnipotent being capable of manifesting otherworldly abilities ; perhaps even capable of controling the elements of the earth or weather; he could perhaps even control or change the forces which bound reality, time, and space together.
Hah the fools who looked down on him would be in awe had he displayed but a small part of his power. How men would envy him . How women would secretly lust for him; yet they never would be able to entice him, for he was a being who was in full control of his surroundings.
He was a being that was now looking at the reflection of a semi full bathroom.
In that same reflection, against the background of guys peeing in the wall stalls his best friend , Mark , was looking at him as if he had an eye in the middle of his forehead.
" Hey man, are you on Crack or something?"
Jimmy hadn't even noticed his best friend staring at him or that the Bell for the end of Lunch had rung . By the hurried way everyone was finishing up business he guessed that the warning bell had also rung too.
Mark looked at Jim sideways. "Hey man if you're smokin something at least let me in on it. Ain't I yer best friend?"
Mark was kind of an outsider too. "Kind of" because though he and Jim had the same interests in books, movies, and some music (Jim hated "dance" music... mainly because he couldn't dance), Mark always seem to have his act together; or close enough; Mark could hang with the "in" crowd. Eventhough he and Mark wore similar clothes, Marks always looked.....neater. They met in Jr. High, Mark a recent transplant from the City, now having to make friends in a very unfriendly and clique-ish school body. He and Jim had become fast friends as a result of their shared passion for video games and Creepy magazine. Mark seemed to ride the line perfectly between being able to talk to the "in" crowd yet still hang with Jim, who as far as the "in" crowd was concerned, was the kiss of death. Jim attributed Marks popularity with his ability to play the bass and twelve string guitar. Jim couldn't play a kazoo.
" C'mon shit head were gonna be late for English. " Mark said with a sidelong laugh." You had better not space out in Ms. Kings class or else she'll have your ass for dinner". Jim gathered up his things from his locker and he and Mark ran to English Class making it through the door just as the bell rang.
"Nice of you gentlemen to make it."
Jim and Mark quickly slid into their seats.
Jims assigned seat was right in front of Ms.Kings podium while Mark got the grace of being in the leftmost aisle in the back; As a result Jim received the disapproving glare that both he and Mark should have gotten.
"Alright students, lets get to work."
Ms. King turned to start writting on the blackboard. As she did so Jim looked and took a bit of measure of his teacher.
She was perhaps in her late 30's early 40's ; around 5' 8 or 5'9 she had Dark brown hair streaked with shots of grey and light brown that she kept gathered up in back, she pinned up to lift it off of a gracful neck a few strands fell forward from the front to frame what would be a very pretty face if Ms King ever wore make up; She had a pair of warm brown eyes framed by perfectly arched eyebrows and a small pert nose on which rested a pair of hornrimmed glasses; they made her look very studied ( duh she WAS a teacher) and her mouth was shaped like a bow as she had them pursed most of the time. She wore a cream colored silk blouse and dark navy skirt with a pair of flesh tone stockings and modest dark patent leather heels.
In actuality Ms King wasn't such a bad looking woman she had what could be considered a very "cute" face, but she had no breasts really ( maybe a B-cup) and her hips and legs were kind of heavy.
On the other hand, gazing to his right he saw Sue Masterson and her gorgeous Bod. Today she was wearing a pair of black hip hugger leggings; the clingly material flared at the bottom but was tight on the waist and thighs and clung to her calves ; she had her legs crossed one over the other which pulled the material tighter exposing the shape of her leg; A pair of 5 inch high black platform Candies caused her to point her foot just so. Jim let his eyes move up , the best was yet to come; Sue had on a midriff exposing teal colored sweater which had a scoop neck; a good 5 inches of clevedge would be viewable from the front but from Jims perspective he got to see her magnificent mammeries on profile. They were absolutely beautiful, jutting out just so from her small ribcage. One arm crossed under them and using her other hand to trace the outline of her succulent lips with a pen, Jim felt himself become excited; blood pounded in his brain. Jim watched as Sues mams became "excited" in the air conditioned atmosphere of the room; he swore he could see a shadow of her nipples as they stiffened in the chill and almost moaned aloud when he saw Sue take a deep breath and then look squarely at him.
A second passed as their eyes met, and then Jim realized not only was Sue looking at him, but EVERYBODY was looking at him.
"Mr. Mitchell are you turned away from me to make a point about the subject matter of my lecture or are you otherwise engaged?"
Oh shit everybody WAS looking at him; whatmore it appeared everyone was looking at him for a while; "Damn" he muttered to himself.
"Mr Mitchell perhaps since you seem to be bored with sentence structure and metaphor you can illustrate for me on the board my quote, so that we can see the proper parts of speech in a diagram, subject, verbs, gerunds, indirect, direct objects and all, correct?"
Jim was like a deer in the headlights; Christ what a crappy situtation; not only to be caught hawking Sue Mastersons boobs in front of the entire class but now he had to get up from his desk and in front of everyone and display the fact that his woody wouldn't go down!
"uhhhhhhh" Jim was at a loss.
"well Mr Mitchell we don't have all day. If you can't do this then I wager you DON'T know this material so perhaps I should give you a zero for the session."
Jims pulse raced. He was pulling a D in this class; a Zero was the last thing he needed.
He looked at Ms King and realized that she was fully intending to embarass him.
Jim started to get up; he could tell that his pants were going to poke out as if he had a pup tent between his legs.
Already he could hear some people snickering.
Then something started to happen; Jim was looking at Ms King who sat on her desk behind her podium, praying that she would relent and let him sit down, wishing he could not be the focus of attention; this very embarrrassing attention. Thats when he saw Ms. King scratch her shoulder.
"Well Mr Mitchell, lets go.." said Ms. King.
Ms Kings blouse which previously just draped over her front suddenly started to fill out. In seconds it became obvious that Ms King was sporting a pair of boobs and nice sized ones at that; The class ( more so the boys ) started to look at their teacher as she gasped and looked down at her slowly expanding chest. Her silken blouse once voluminous on her became tighter and tighter. Now she started to get everyones attention as the tail of her blouse suddenly pulled from the hem of her skirt; She began to pant and she grabbed onto her podium as her nipples became very prominent forming little bumps on the two swellings of her expanding breastflesh.
"Whats ,whats... whats happining to meeee.. unnnngh..."
The outline and stress lines of her brassiere were very evident as the too small bra started to emitt popping sounds; Ms Kings breasts were straining the fabric to its maximum point, then suddenly there was a rip as the bra hooks gave way to the bugeoning breasts it tried to hold; Yet and still Ms Kings blouse held, the buttons now gaping where they once settled comfortably just seconds before.
The teacher began to tremble and shake as her eyes rolled up to show the whites and her head lolled back. A moan escaped her mouth as she gripped the podium with one hand and with the other gripped her huge heavy tit, rubbing both her thighs together as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.
Jim stood flabbergasted ( along with the entire class) as he watcher Ms Kings body more specifically her breasts expand. Jim licked his lips as he watched his teachers breasts ballon past anything he had ever seen. D, DD, DDD. His teacher began to whip her head back and forth, undoing her hair. As she gasped and moaned and bucked on the desk one of her shoes flew off into a corner. Rubbing her tits through the cloth around the nipples, Ms Kings breasts caused the buttons on her overstrained silk blouse to pop off with explosive force. Emitting a sigh as her huge tits bouced and shimmied with her tremors, she grabbed both her newly freed titties with her hand trying in vain to cover her dugs; her huge weighty zepplins lolled on her chest, her nipples swollen and pink and long as an inch or more, poked out from between the spaces of her fingers; whitish fluid began to drip from the darkened stiffened teats, running over her hands and onto the tatters of her shirt and skirt. In a moment she became still, and in the room which now smelled heavy with her sex, she had a sleepy almost dazed look on her face.
The class was as silent as a tomb.
"Holy shit look at the size of her TITS!" said Bret Conners
"Oh my god " said Karen Perkins
" oh Grr Rosss! what a COW" said Sue Masterson
Jim slowly turned from looking at one of the best things he'd ever seen to look at Sue.
He wondered what she would look like with tits like Ms Kings...
...and Sues sweater started to swell.