Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

While he's moaning into my breasts, I grab the vial of pink serum and drop it into my book bag. I'm not sure I know what I'm going to do with it, but I feel like it's something I should have. Of course, smothering Doc in my tits can only distract him for so long. Soon enough, he is undressing me and smooching his way down to my teenage fuckslit. He is all too eager to drive me wild with his tongue and then stick his cock in my jiggling ass. Who am I to argue with the man? He's a doctor!

  Twenty minutes later I walk out of his classroom feeling a bit sore. The things I do in the name of science. Despite the deep dicking and fluid injection Doc administered to my ass, I am feeling like things are turning around. I'm not knocked up and I have real hope that I'm about to go back to being a guy.

  "Hey, Brian," calls a voice from the lockers along the side of the hall.

  It's Alex Kuntzman (his real fucking name) and a few of the second string linebackers. The sorts of thickheaded idiots who can't even figure out how to protect the quarterback. Which, I am reminded, is currently Alex Kuntzman and not me, like it should be. I make eye contact with Alex and then quickly look away. He laughs and blocks the hallway.

  "You can pretend you're Brianna whatever," he sneers, "but we all know who you really are, Brian. Pepper told me everything. That was right before she gave my fuckstick a good, hard sucking. Remember what that felt like? Back when you had a dick?"

  The linebackers crack up laughing. I feel a wave of anguish and the almost overwhelming urge to cry.

  "Oh, look, the sissy is going to cry," laughs Alex. "Go on, sissy. Go ahead and cry. You're a girl now and girls like to cry."

  I burst into tears and hurry away from him, finally escaping their laughter into the girls' bathroom. I wipe my tears and calm myself down enough that I can fix my makeup. I hear the bell again, which means I have about five minutes to get to my next class. I hurry with the mascara and then bolt out into the hallway.

  Isaac Shmecklinger is waiting for me. The pimple-faced nerd stares at me, his eyes going a little wide when he sees my enhanced bust.

  "Wow, you look even hotter than before," he says.

  "I don't have time for this, Isaac," I snap and try to push past him.

  He grabs my hand and pulls me back. I forget that I am not the strong, tough football player I used to be and even a scrawny nerd like Isaac can push me around. He pushes me through a door and we are in the darkened computer lab.

  "I hope you picked out a pretty dress for me," he says, devouring my body with his leering gaze.

  "I didn't know you wanted to wear a dress." I folds my arms over my chest and glare. "If you had said something, I might have picked out a nice outfit for you. What do you want, Isaac?"

  He pulls my arms aside and his hands go to my tits. He crushes them together and squeezes hard through my sweater. I let out a cry of surprise and try to push him away.

  "What are you doing?!" I demand.

  "Just checking out my merchandise." He tugs at the bottom of the sweater. "Take it off. Let me see these big boobies."

  "You sure know how to talk to a girl," I say, smacking his hands away.

  "A girl? I know what you really are, Brianna, and it's not quite a girl, is it? Take it off." He leans back against one of the computer desks. "Take it off and then get down on your knees and, you know, blow me."

  I let out a long sigh and almost check my sweater to make sure I didn't accidentally put on the one that says, "Free blowjobs" on the front. Ever guy seems to want my lips around his cock and of all of them, Isaac has the most leverage over me. I'd like to slap him silly, but instead, I shuck my sweater off over my head and pop my bra off my newly enormous breasts.

  Either I cinched the bra a little too tight when I put it back on last time, or my breasts have grown even more, because they have red lines all over them from the bra straps and underwire. My nipples and areolas are even bigger. It's honestly starting to get ridiculous.

  "Holy shit, they're gigantic!" gasps Isaac in wonder.

  I cradle my sore breasts and squeeze them and lift them for Isaac's benefit. Each one must weigh nearly ten pounds. I heft them and run my fingers over my sensitive nipples. My gaze flicks to the bulge in Isaac's jeans. Whether or not I hate the nerd, I can't deny that my mouth is starting to water. I want that hot fuckstick in my mouth.

  "Get it out," I pant, tugging at both of my nipples. "Let me see that cock."

  Isaac hurriedly unbuckles his belt and drops his jeans down his pale thighs. His tighty-whities are tented up in the front and glistening where his precum has soaked through the material. I lean in and wrap my lips around his cock still in his underwear. He moans in surprise as my hot spit soaks through his underwear and the suction of my mouth draws on his sensitive cock.

  "Ohhhh fuck," he moans. "What...what are you doing?"

  "Sucking your coooock," I whine. "I need your cum."

  The worst part? I do need it. I'm aching for it and despite the fact that I've gulped down two loads already does nothing to lessen my thirst for his hot, gooey dick jam. I even sort of hate this guy and I want to drain his balls. What the fuck is happening to me? I think I'm turning into an insatiable slut.

  And none of that matters once Isaac's slick spunkwand pops out of his undies. I get my lips around him and suck that teen cock like I am trying to pull marbles through a swizzle stick. I slurp loudly and have juice dripping down my chin as I take his cock to my throat and back out again and again. My tongue is all over him, worshipping that hot bulge and lapping up every slippery drip of precum.

  "Mwaaaa," I gasp, popping my lips off his cock. "Lean back, stud, I am going to suck those balls."

  It's like I'm not even in my own body, I'm watching this stranger do all these things. Or maybe that's just how I rationalize it to myself as I suck Isaac's balls and jack him off with one hand while the other is stuffed down my panties and fingering my soaking slit. Maybe this is who I am now. Maybe that football jock was the fake person I had become and Doc's serum just exposed my true self. I'm not a straight jock at all, I'm actually a cock-crazy slut with huge--

  "Ohhhhh fuck!" cries Isaac. "I'm going to cum!"

  I don't want his spunk ropes decorating me. I quickly release his balls from the hot bath i was giving them in my mouth and wrap my lips around his cock again. Not a moment too soon, as he almost immediately starts twitching and pumping his hot load into my throat. I chug it down, cumming against my thrusting fingers as I suck it all out of him. He actually has to push me away from his cock.

  "Heyyy!" he cries. "A little sensitive down there!"

  "Mmmmm," I moan, a little embarrassed by my own enthusiasm. "I better get to class. I don't want to drain you completely dry."

  I dress quickly and Isaac stares at me, clearly surprised by my sudden change in attitude. In a way, I feel like I sort of owe the nerd a debt of gratitude, even if he did make me get fucked by his dad. He has awakened my true desires. I lean over and give Isaac a kiss on the cheek.

  "See you tonight, stud," I whisper in his ear.

  Somehow, I make it through the rest of the day without sucking any more cocks. Although I do consider paying coach a visit. I wouldn't mind replaying that first time on my knees that caused so much trouble. Luckily for me, Alex Kuntzman is hanging around the locker room swapping spit with Pepper, who totally won't even look at me, so I just get on the bus home.

  Riding the bus is the worst. It's what lame people do, and I am most definitely not a lame person. A couple of senior scuzzos who can't even afford a car are sitting in the back of the bus, making cracks about me sitting with the freshmen up at the front. One of them pops me in the back of the head with a spitball.

  "Real mature," I shout back at him.

  "Why don't you come sit back with us, baby," teases the one of them that I think is, like, Mexican or something. The other guy, a skinny white guy with one of those horrible high school mustaches that look like they came as part of a Halloween costume, starts laughing.

  "Fuck off, Beavis an
d Butthead," I shout at them.

  "Who are Beavis and Butthead?" asks the white guy.

  "Come onnnnn, baby," teases the Mexican. "We won't bite at all if you let us feel up those titties."

  "You couldn't handle these," I shoot back, grabbing them and squeezing them hard in both hands.

  "Try me," he says.

  Yeah, well, he totally made me call his bluff on that one, because ten seconds later I am sitting in his lap with my sweater and bra up around my neck and my enormo titties being sucked by two lowlife jerks. They lick them and suckle my nipples as I cradle their heads against me. I don't think either of them quite knew what to do when I came to the back of the bus and popped these things out, but I showed them pretty quickly. It's like, instinctual from there.

  "Alright, boys," I murmur. "Make room. I'll give you handies."

  They exchange shocked looks and quickly scoot back on the seat on either side of me and start unbuttoning and unzipping their jeans. The Mexican guy has a big, uncut cock. The white guy's is really long and really skinny. I squeeze between them and wrap my hands around their cocks.

  "Gentlemen, start your engines," I say and begin stroking them both off at the same speed.

  "Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening," moans the Mexican guy.

  "It's like something out of a porno."

  Well, duh, I'm turning into a walking, talking porno slut. And these two dirty little fuckheads were just lucky enough to shoot their spitball at the right piece of ass.

  "You can play with my tits if you want," I offer, jiggling my bare breasts from side to side. I continue stroking them, keenly aware that the dirty old bus driver is watching me in his mirror. Enjoy the show, you perverted old fucker.

  I learn their names are Dylan and Hector. They take turns kissing me. Their mouths taste like Jolly Ranchers and their tongues practically ram down my throat. I never let up on their cocks. Stroking them until they are both oozing precum even as they are fighting to do as much fondling and kissing of my breasts as possible. It's Hector who dares to shove a hand down my panties and start fingering my slit. He just jams three fingers into me. Luckily I'm well-lubed, but it's hardly the best way to get me off.

  "Slower," I warn him. "Press firmly against that little hard part. Do you feel it? That's my clit. You need to rub there. Not my lips."

  "G-got it," says Hector and he begins awkwardly frigging me.

  While Hector's doing his best to chase my bean with his fingers, I lock lips with Dylan and his fuzzy mustache and start swapping spit. Whatever he lacks in restraint, he makes up for with a lack of restraint. His technique is wet, slobbery and uber hot. Our tongues twist and slide together like a couple of eels in a really sexy bucket. The whole time, I am keeping a good pace on their cocks, both of which are dripping precum all over my fingers.

  "Ohhhhh," I hear Hector cry beside me. "I'm gonna...gonna..."

  I pop my lips from Dylan and turn back to Hector just in time to see his cock twitch and start launching goo rockets at the back of the seat in front of us. His white cum splatters down the back of the seat and ends up in jiggling piles on his lap. A few more strokes from me smears his cream all over his fuckpole.

  "That was...that was awesome," he laughs, all loopy with his orgasm.

  I give his sticky spooge spear a squeeze and remind him, "I didn't tell you to stop fingering me."

  While Hector goes back to work on my honey hole, I lean over and give Dylan his reward for lasting longer than his comrade. My mouth sinks down around his long, slender cock and I begin to slowly bob my head in his lap. He practically stands up as he thrusts into my mouth and lets out a high-pitched cry of pleasure. Before I can even ask him if he's having a stroke he starts washing my tonsils in hot pumps of his fuckjuice. What's a girl to do but swallow? I keep up the suction and drain Dylan's gushing fuckmeat.

  When I lift my head, his cum still on my lips, I give him a nice, wet kiss right on his mouth. His eyes go wide, but he only tries to stop me for a second before my slithering tongue relaxes him and he tastes all his spunky residue. I pop my lips free, eyes twinkling with mischief as I turn and give a similar kiss to Hector.

  Now it's their turn to impress and both of them work hard with their hands crammed in my panties. Three fingers slosh in and out of my wet cunt while two more rub circles on my clit. I pull their heads down to my breasts and they each suck a nipple as pleasure finally spears through my clutching fucktunnel. Wave after wave ripples through me. One of the best orgasms of my short life as a woman, to be honest, squeezing hard against those three fingers as I buck my hips and moan softly. Their lips finally pop free of my nipples and I give them each another kiss.

  "Thanks, boys," I purr. "I'm glad we could all get off."

  Their stop is next and mine is the last. The bus driver gives me such a mean old man look that I stop in the stairwell, turn around, and flash him my tits.

  "I ought to run this camera footage in to the office," he says, gesturing to the bus's security camera. "Get you expelled for indecency."

  "Now why would you give them footage," I purr, walking back up the stairs, "that clearly shows you getting a blowjob from one of the students?"

  He sputters. And yes, I do it. He has a thick, short old man dick that is already hard and dripping with precum. I give him a slow, sloppy BJ that has him wheezing for air after about two minutes. When he cums, I let it fill my mouth and then open wide for the camera to see my tongue playing through the pool of white ball jam.

  A week ago, heck, a day ago, I would have been disgusted with myself for blowing the dirty old man who drives the bus. Today? I walk off that bus wiping the corners of a smile. There's a long line of angry cars behind us who were waiting to go around the flashing lights of the bus the whole time I was blowing the driver. Good thing he had a short fuse. I waggle my fingers at the angry drivers and me and my gigantic boobs go jiggling home.

  I have to get ready for the homecoming game before the big dance. My dress and lingerie are already zipped into a garment bag, but I can't wear that to the game. I put on one of my old jerseys, sized to wear over pads so that now it hangs loose over every part of me other than my huge breasts. I take a pair of scissors to the collar and open it up, exposing so much of my cleavage that my bra is visible and my breasts are overflowing the bra. If anyone looks very hard, they'll see my pink areolas peeking out, which is totes my intent.

  "Good luck, Alex!" I purr at my reflection. "I hope you win the bigggg game!"

  For a second, I actually fantasize about Alex Kuntzman ( totes his real name) bending me over and banging me silly. Then I remind myself that I hate his guts and he stole my girlfriend, Pepper. My hot cheerleader girlfriend, who abandoned me the second I grew a pussy and a pair of tits. Some relationship that turned out to be.

  I slip on a pair of my sister's athletic shorts that fit my round ass like a second skin and slide my shapely legs into knee socks and tennis shoes. I tie my red hair into pigtails and apply a fresh coat of lip gloss.

  Showing up at the football field as the crowd is filling the stands is a strange thing. I can feel the men all looking at me. Classmates and brothers and dads staring at my long legs, cute ass and big breasts as I walk down to a seat near the field. With my body seeming to change more and more every day, it is not a surprise that so few of my classmates recognize me.

  I text Isaac that I'll meet him at the dance after the game. He can use his sweet limo to take me out after the dance. I figure the nerd will want to fuck me. I might as well let him give it to me in the fancy car he rented. He texts me back an acknowledgement. I take a selfie and with a good angle on my cleavage and send it to him as a reward for being agreeable for once. He texts back, "droool."

  Pepper and the cheerleaders are already out on the field trying to get the crowd to make some noise for the Sandy Valley High Spartans. Our stupid mascot is jumping around while the sexy cheerleaders kick up their legs and jump so their short skirts ride up and show off their pan
ties. My nipples get hard watching the way Pepper moves and remembering how she used to move in a similar fashion when she was doing the splits on my big cock.

  Cut rate pyrotechnics explode on the field and the Spartans charge through a paper doorway and run out onto the grass.

  "Starting tonight as the quarterback is senior Alex Kuntzman," says the announcer.

  The crowd cheers and there is no mention of the fact that just a week ago I was starting QB, throwing for two touchdowns and getting the cats in field goal range for an extra three. These traitors are already acting like I don't exist. I hope the Forest High Mountain Wolves destroy the Spartans.

  My fantasy does not come true. Alex is a star. Maybe even better than me. He doesn't have my old arm, but he knows his timing and he knows how to connect with receivers with laser shots that are impossible to intercept. By the half, the cats are up by two scores. By the fourth quarter it's three. When the Spartans offensive line opens up and the Mountain Wolves blitz Alex, I don't even get the benefit of seeing him get sacked.

  "He's scrambling for it! Kuntzman is around number 44. A stiff arm and he is running down the sideline! He's at the twenty! The ten! Touchdown by Spartans QB Alex Kuntzman!"

  I sigh and get up amid all the cheering to go back to the concession area and buy something to drink and drown my sorrows. I'm just about to hit up some dad to buy me a beer when someone taps me on the shoulder.

  Pepper Pelton is standing right behind me in full cheerleader hotness. She has ribbons in her blond pigtails and she really knows how to fill out a cutoff sweater and a miniskirt.

  "Hey Brianna," she says. "I saw you watching the game."

  "If you came to rub it in, yes, your new boyfriend is great," I admit. "He'll probably go pro if he keeps putting together games like that. I'm very happy for the two of you."

  "Awwww, that's sweet, but I don't care about Alex. I wanted to see you." She leans in against me, pressing her sweater-meat against my bra-busters and her lips against my ear. "You look so fucking hot with those big tits. I changed my mind, baby. I totally want to do it with you."