Characters - Boys (12)
Benjamin - (18) 6' (class officer) perfect straight A student, clean cut and well mannered.
Steven - (18) 6'3" basketball player, African American. very friendly and open with everybody, makes friends easily.
Arnold - (18) 5'10" black hair, cute, confident, funny, charming, disarming
Jake - (17) 6'1" (normally). fairly average if a bit awkward and a bit on the skinny side with light brown hair. loves to draw (very artistic) relatively athletic .
Kenny - (16) 5'10" popular kid, blonde athletic and extroverted. thinks he's a lady's man.
Joey - (15) 5'8" socially awkward painfully introverted, a little on the bigger side (not fat) wears glasses. half-latin
Characters - Girls (8)
Katherine / Katie - (18) 5'6" brunette, cutest girl in the school
Becca - (18) 5'11" blonde, tallest girl in the school, more curvy than thin, not a 'little' girl (pic pic )
Lucinda / Lucy - (17) 5'6" blonde, bustiest girl in the school
Adeline - (17) 5'6", french short-haired redhead
Heather - (17) 5'4", asian/american, short black hair
Jules - (17) 5'6", blonde, sporty
Keysey - (16) 5'7", african american, athletic, almost muscular
Lori - (15) 5'6", brunette pigtails,
Idea #1 -
Pairings
Benjamin (18) / Katherine (18)
Arnold (18) & B (17) / Becca (18)
Jake (18) & Kenny (17) / Lucinda (17)
Steven (18) / Adeline (17)
A & B / Jules (17) + basket for "Becca B", and maybe "Lori B"
A / Heather (17)
Joey (15) / Keysey (16)
A & B / Lori (15)
Roomies
Becca & Katherine
Lucy & Jules
Adeline & Heather
Keysey & Lori
Teachers
Miss Turner
Mr Jeffreys
Cliffendale, a prestigious magic boarding school with gender segregated male and female campuses has been pressured by it's board to become co-ed.
On the first day, twenty students (8 girls and 12 boys) are excited as they arrive with their luggage, checking out the opposite-sex and talking with their same-sex friends about how great this is going to be.
They are filed into opposite sides of a large auditorium, separated by a shimmering magical partition, and given two separate orientations, by their familiar teachers.
Boys - are given a "scolding", about how the school has been run the same way for a hundred years. How Benjamin's letter writing campaign got all their parents in a huff about gender-equality, pressuring the board to gender-integrate the school. We held a meeting, advising your parents otherwise, explaining why we run our school the way we do, but they didn't listen, and well, you're parents are the ones footing the bill. So you got what you wished for, you get to share the school with the girls, though I don't think you know what you've gotten yourselves into. Good luck, boys. (whistling, hooting, and hollering)
Girls - are given a very different speech. As you well know, this is the first year where Cliffendale is no longer gender segregated. Before we mix you with the boys, we'd like to talk about what is expected of you. Of course this school is about magic, and as such, any use of magic that doesn't harm will be condoned. However, girls mature faster than boys, and that translates to your magical abilities as well. You'll be spending the entire year with these boys. If you want to get along, exercise some restraint. Don't scare the poor things. (some of the girls giggle) With that she snapped her fingers, and the magical partition disappeared, allowing the girls and boys to see each other.
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We'll start the year with our traditional magic show and tell. She tells them to line up on two dotted lines facing each other, leaving plenty of room for magic. She explains that there are more boys than girls, so in some cases girls will be paired off with more than one boy. You're job is to share some magic you've learned, show your partner or partners how it's done, and learn something new. The boys will go first. Begin by introducing yourselves.
Benjamin was first in line, and wasted no time diving in. "Hi, I'm Benjamin, and if I'm not mistaken you're Katie?" Last year he'd been class secretary, so he made it a point to know everyone. He stretched his hand out to the short brunette, who was the spitting image of her picture.
"Actually, my friends call me Kat, but you may call me Katherine, or your highness, whichever feels more appropriate." As they shoot hands, her grip was a bit more firm and confident than Benjamin expected, and he immediately wondered if she might be his primary competition for class President. "So, what kind of little parlor trick do you have to show me."
"Ahh, more than a mere parlor trick." He wasn't nervous at all, having practiced this trick dozens of times. He moved his hands, and a simple clear glass appeared in one of them. He drew the other hand above, announcing "aqualatum," and a small stream of water began to fill the glass. "Water can clean, water can quench your thirst, water can even keep you alive, but if there is a fire, you need more than a sprinkle to put it out." As he waved his hands, the glass of water disappeared. Then he shouted, "sumotatria!" and instantly he was smiling and holding a red fire extinguisher, which he'd summoned from across the room, a quite challenging feat. Katherine wasn't clapping, and didn't look impressed. He wondered if she didn't understand, so he gestured across the room to the empty extinguisher case.
Katherine still didn't smile. She just slowly clapped her hands, mocking him. Then she held her arms wide and confidently pronounced, "sumotaria-infinaria". Suddenly she was surrounded by fire extinguishers. In fact, every fire extinguisher in the school formed an orderly half-circle in front of her. After she was convinced she'd upstaged him, she waved her hands, announcing "remotaria-infinaria", and suddenly all the extinguishers were gone, including the one in his hands. He looked across the room, and sure enough it was back in the case, and he was thoroughly humbled.
Several students down the line, another senior, Jake, and a junior, Kenny, were double paired up with a blonde junior who was less naturally pretty, but more well endowed than Katie. "I'm Jake," the tall and skinny boy said, feeling as the upperclassman it was his job to go first. His nervousness caused him to shift his feet awkwardly as he extended his hand.
"I'm Lucy, nerd." She didn't shake Jake's hand and barely looked at him, quickly turning her attention to her other, much more attractive, partner. "And who are you, cutie?" She asked, unconsciously waving her body back and forth at him.
"Sweetie," Kenny began, "I'm your ticket to a good time. Name's Kenny. And I'm the only one her with the skills you ladies are really lookin' for." Lucy's lips curled a devious smile back at him, like she was looking for him to prove it. He extended his arms, gesturing Jake out of the way, "stand back. stand back." He spread his arms wide, and shouted, "florium, datium!" Out of nowhere, red rose petals began to slowly fall in a circle around he and Lucy. Faster and faster, coating the ground. Then entire roses. He held out his hand, and one of the roses calmly fell into it, as if by intention. He took a step forward, offering it. "A beautiful rose, for a beautiful girl."
Lucy, impressed and smiling ear to ear, took it and brought it to her nose. "Wow, that's so sweet. I almost feel bad now."
Kenny didn't know what she meant, but he didn't care. All the girls and most of the boys were looking his direction, just as he'd planned. He made eye contact with the first girl, held his hand out, and announced, "florium nixium!" causing a single rose to fall in front of her. As she smiled and scrambled to catch it, he made eye contact with the next, again shouting "nixium!", bringing her a single rose. He made his way on down the line until he'd dropped one in front of every girl in the school.
When he looked back to Lucy, her lip was curled in a devious way. "I don't feel so bad for you anymore." She extended the rose in front of her and let it go, ceremoniously letting it drop the floor, before smashing the petals under the ball of her sneaker. She looked around the room, "are all the boys done? Is it our turn girls?"
There were various signs of the boy's simple magic tricks strewn about. Joey, a half Latin not-quite overweight freshman boy, had materialized an attractive, bikini wearing, and possibly too sexualized ice sculpture of his partner that she had melted the face off of. Steven, a tall sporty african american, was levitating he and his partner several inches off the floor, but was having trouble gently putting them both back down. Becca, a tall blonde senior, saw that they were holding up the show and gestured in their direction. "finet suar! Finet misuar gentalae!" Causing Steven to abruptly land on the floor, and his female partner to gently glide down. Then she looked to her female classmates, "it's time. Let's show the boys how magic is done."
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Every girl in the room held out their arms and began softly chanting. At first Benjamin couldn't make out what they were saying, but as they continued it became louder. Soon he surmised it sounded something like "masunto-diminuo". Seconds later, as the chant became very clear, he started looking around the room for signs of what was happening. That's when Steven shrieked.
"I'm shrinking! These bitches are shrinking us!" After two awkward steps back, Steven turned, drawing all the boys' attention as ran for the door with wild abandon.
However, Steven's short-redhead partner, Adeline, broke from the chant, reached out her hand, and announced, "transmario latum", with a slightly French accent, causing him to leave the floor and begin levitating back towards her. That's when the rest of the boys got the sense that they should be more concerned.
--- lost 6-9 inches (4'8" - 5'5")
Benjamin looked to Katherine for signs of Steven's accusation, and found it in spades. Not only was he eye-to-eye with a girl who was previously six inches shorter, but in the few seconds it took him to process what was going on, the girls continued chanting and he dropped another inch. "Katie? Katherine? What are you doing!?" He tried to get her attention, but she didn't respond, she just kept chanting, and he lost another two inches.
Kenny had been more focused on the hungry, but he had to admit, sexy, way Lucy was staring him down, trying to figure out if he'd have a chance with her. At first he'd concluded she the spell was making her taller, like a supermodel. He thought that might be kind of fun and kinky, if she was into that sort of thing. When he suspected he was the one getting smaller, his eyeline had already fallen past her chin. He looked around the room to confirm his fear. All the guys were at least a foot shorter than their female partners, and still shrinking. When he looked back at Lucy, her breasts were rising above his head and looking absolutely massive. "Holy crap! Guys, we have to do something!"
Joey was just about the only boy not freaking out. His athletic African American partner, Keysey, was almost the same height to begin with, so he had quickly noticed the change and just as quickly looked around, adjusted his glasses, and realized all the boys were shrinking. He just hadn't cared. If she wanted to shrink him and play with him, it would be the most interest a girl had taken in him, ever. When his head fell below her shoulders, he felt intimidated by her muscular arms, but he suspected she could have kicked his ass even at his normal size. He'd just become shorter than her chest, wondering exactly how small he would get, when he heard Kenny call out for help.
Joey looked around, particularly at Steven, hovering helplessly in the air, and decided that fitting in with the boys was more important than getting attention from a girl. He was a pretty good spellcaster, but he had to think fast. He decided the simplest counter was to simply use their medicine back on them, so he immediately mirrored their chant, "masunto-diminuo!" To his surprise, he felt like the floor dropped from under him as the shrinking surged and he was quickly looking about where Keysey's navel would be. "Shit, sorry guys."
--- lost 2-2.5 feet (3' - 3.5')
Benjamin was not quite that short, and he was determined not to get any shorter. He took a step back and confidently announced, "vocarium-transfarini", to steal their voices. Except moments later they were still chanting. Katherine merely smiled, stepped forward, and loomed over him as he felt her waist quickly rising up close to his chin height. When he called out to the instructor that started this all, he found out why his spell went wrong, as his voice came out in a distinctly higher pitch, "Miss Turner, isn't this against the rules."
All the boys immediately laughed at the girlish voice coming out of him. Even Miss Turner cracked a smile and held in a giggle, before responding. "I'm sorry Benjamin, but nobody is being hurt so the girls are completely within the code of conduct. Perhaps you boys should get a little better at defending yourselves. Outside these walls the world of magic is much more dangerous than a shrinking spell."
--- lost 3-4 feet (2.5 - 3')
Miss Turner's long winded answer did more than just discourage the boys, it also bought enough time for even the tallest to shrink below their partner's waist height. Most of the boys now looked at their partner with more concern than annoyance, none of them sure what would happened next or how to stop it.
Kenny, however, had been looking at the floor, struggling to fix Benjamin's spell. Out of nowhere the solution just clicked into his mind, and he felt sure he could turn the tides. It was then he saw Lucy's huge foot land inches from his own. His eyes couldn't help trace up her leg, and he was overwhelmed by what he saw. Just one of her thighs was wider than he was. Her hips in total seemed wider than a pair of double doors. To find her eyes, he had to crane his neck back and look straight up and past a pair of breasts that each seemed like a 50lb sack of rice straining at the fabric of her shirt. He was completely intimidated, not only by her size, but the way she was standing, looming so she could look straight down at him from above. He realized it was now or never.
He opened his mouth, and shouted, "Vocarium! Nu..mmrrrhhh...." Before he could get out the second word, Lucy's hand wrapped around his face, muffling him. He tried to claw it off, but her fingers and thumb wrapped clear around to his ears. He knew she couldn't really hold him like this, so he threw his whole body weight into it, trying to drop to the foor.
Lucy felt confident as she kept chanting. She didn't just know magic, she knew magical combat. The only chance the boys had was to counter spell, and if Kenny had one, she was going to stop it. When she felt him trying to wriggle free of her hand muzzle, she reached her hand around his back, and lifted his three foot frame off the floor almost effortlessly, surprised that he didn't even weigh 20 lbs. It became immediately obvious to both of them that the proportional shrinking spell had left him much smaller and weaker than a child was at his height.
With Kenny wrangled, Lucy looked to her other pair-up, nerdy Jake. He looked more like he was going to pee his pants than run, but she took a half-step towards him anyhow, just to make it clear she hadn't forgotten about him.
At that point, none of them had been paying attention to how uncomfortable Mr Jeffreys was getting over just how long this was going on. He had quietly made his way to Miss Turner and nudged her, nearly whispering, "don't you think that," he gestured over towards Lucy physically restraining Kenny, "is going a little too far?" Miss Turner scoured her face, and did her duty to pay very close attention to Lucy's actions.
"Mister Jeffreys," she began, her voice volume unrestrained enough for all in the room to hear her. "All of my girls understand the rules. They are acting properly and I trust they will continue to do so. If you think you're boys are not prepared for a real school of magic, perhaps you should call this off and take them back to a simpler low-level preparatory curriculum."
"No, no, that's quite alright," he softly answered, trying to only be heard by his female staff counterpart. Then he spoke loudly, attempting to help his boys, "I'm sure my boys can handle this, if they'll just remember their lessons on *astral manipulation* and *transfer coefficients*, they'll find their way out of this situation." Then under his breath, "and if not, they'll learn an important lesson."
--- (2 - 2.5')
Across the room, Steven heard Mr Jeffreys, but was feeling completely helpless. He was used to be taller than everyone. He was nearly six-foot-three, and this little redhead french girl had not only levitated him like he was a loaf of bread, but as she grasped his hand and brought him down, his eyes barely made it up to the hem of her skirt. Then, with her levitation spell finished, she re-joined the group chant and he felt himself surge even shorter. In a couple seconds, he was barely tall enough to reach from the ground to her hand, only she didn't leg go. He briefly struggled onto his tiptoes before the shrinking caused his feet to leave the ground.
Adeline noticed what happened, and was amazed how light Steve was already. She effortlessly lifted him, sure to do it slowly, sure to keep him extremely close to her, so her relative size would seem even more dramatic. When she finally had his little face near her still chanting lips, she looked down to find his feet didn't even make it to her waistline. When the girls had debated what group spell to spring on them, she hadn't been in favor of this one. She was attracted to tall strong boys, and didn't think this spell would provide any entertainment. She was beginning to see just how wrong she was.
Benjamin, one of the best students in the boys school, struggled to remember his astral manipulation theory. His trouble wasn't that he hadn't studied well enough. It was that Katherine, the hottest girl in the school, had knelt intimately close, with one knee on either side of him. Just seeing her oversize face loom so large made him feel like she was going to kiss him, even though she was still busy chanting. As he continued to shrink, he was overwhelmed by the way her face and body seemed like a gorgeous giant living statue.
Joey was one of the few with a clear head. He had looked forward to shrinking below the hemline of Keysey's skirt, and had enjoyed the chance to look up it. Fortunately, she hadn't been upset, but had just shook her finger at him and squatted to take it out of his view. He responded by stepping closer, and starting to walk around her, acting like he was merely in awe, but really he was just trying to check out her backside.
When Joey heard Mister Jeffrey's mention astral manipulation, it took Joey no time to put together the hint he was trying to provide. The girls were not actually shrinking them, they were distorting their connection between the astral and physical realms. Their cells still throught they were normal size, they were just taking up less physical space. While a rather theoretical distinction, it became instantly clear to Joey that the boys didn't have to defend themselves with complex transformation magic. Any child could stop this with elementary astral shielding.
However, Joey was standing inches from a waist-high booty that seemed as wide as an automobile. He was too excited to stop anything. As he continued his circle around Keysey, she settled to the floor and stared down at him with a smile. He just wondered what was going to happen next. Kelsey smiled, reached out, and gently poked him.
--- (2' to 1')
Kenny, was steaming. He understood Mister Jeffrey's suggestion about astral shielding, but his spell to silence their voices would have been so much better, as then the boys could have been free to teach the girls a lesson. However, neither solution was of much use with Lucy muzzling him. He was small enough to be seated in her left hand, his butt barely wider than it, and forced to face her as she chanted. Meanwhile she had switched to gently shoving her right pinking into his mouth as a way of keeping him quiet. He wanted to bite down hard to retaliate, but that would certainly harm her and break enough school rules to get him suspended, if not expelled.
Jake, as Lucy's second partner, was largely ignored. He hadn't moved, so she had given up watching him, and focused her attention towards the boy she had literally sitting in the palm of her hand. He wasn't sure whether he was jealous or relieved, but be was sure that he was still shrinking as his head dropped below her knee. He looked up, and without intending to, was granted an epic panty shot right up her skirt. His jaw almost dropped at the graphic sliver of black covering her sex and creasing in her ass. He should have looked away. He knew he should have looked away, but he was like a deer caught in headlights, like Adam tasting the forbidden fruit.
When Jake finally had indulged himself enough, things seemed even worse. He pulled his eyes away from Lucy's skirt to see that she'd noticed his lecherous staring, and she hadn't moved. She was just staring down at him, still chanting, and smirking. Had she not seen what he was doing? Had she seen it and not cared? Or had she seen it and enjoyed it? He had no idea, but she was now titanic in comparison, and only prohibited from hurting him by the 'school rules'. He felt like he was about to pee his pants.
When Benjamin's had shrunk enough that, even as Katherine knelt around him, his head was lower than her navel, he'd become more concerned than entranced and tried to back away. However, he was stopped by something firm, only to turn and find a palm almost a third his height. He couldn't believe how small he was now. He briefly marveled at four fingers each as fat as his legs, before the wall of flesh started ever so slowly pulling him in, his feet helplessly sliding across the floor. She could easily have picked him up, but for some reason she didn't. With her knees still spread on the floor, he felt like he was being slowly tractor beamed into the Death Star, only the Death Star was her black pleated skirt.
Katherine looked down at her supposed 'competition for class President' and snickered inside, as she dramatically dragged him towards her. His head was now lower than her waist, and it wasn't lost on her that she was basically pulling him right towards her crotch. In another few moments, he'd be only a foot tall, and small enough to see right up her skirt. The guy had to be a terrified, the least she could do was give him a wisp of excitement.
Around the room, the girls who hadn't already picked up their shrinking partners were getting bold enough to do so. Lori, a freshman with medium brown hair and cute pigtails was sitting on the floor, holding one of her partners face height in her hand, while the other enviously looked up from the ground. Heather , a half-asian Junior, had grabbed her partner as he started to freak out, and was trying to calm him down. And Jules, a blonde sporty junior, had each of her partners in one of her hands.
Becca, the tallest girl and the senior who had proposed this grand plan, was kneeling and gently grasped her senior partner Arnold, who was unfazed. The two of them had been exchanging flirty looks since they lined up, and when the shrinking began Arnold had just smiled and rolled with it. Becca stood, stopped chanting, and called out to the girls, "alright girls, that's far enough. Three, two, one." And all the girls shouted, in unison, "astrarium protecti literi nocti!"
Mister Jeffreys, and the few boys who'd figured out his astral manipulation hint, immediately realized the implications. The girls had used a strong but simple spell to protect every astral link in the room, making it nearly impenetrable, until nightfall. It wasn't particularly useful in real magic battles, as the opponent could easily threaten bodily harm to lift it. However, since that was forbidden at the school, there was very little the boys could do to compel the girls to remove it. Jeffreys sunk his head in his hands at the utter decimation of his students at the hands of these girls.
Miss Turner again had to hold in a chuckle of satisfaction before speaking. "Alright students. That concludes magic show-and-tell. Girls, well casted. Boys, you'll need to step up your game. Normally I'd at least *try* to teach you how the spell works, but since the girls have locked everyone's astral link until nightfall, that won't be possible until tomorrow. Right now, we're going to break for a forty minute recess, after which I expect all girls to appear at the classes on your itinerary. Girls, since you got the boys into this mess, if the boys don't want to join your class for the day, you'll need to swap them with someone attending the class on their itinerary. If any of the boys are not present in some class, you will all be disciplined."
Miss Turner looked to Mister Jeffreys, who looked dour but had nothing to add, and they both started for the door. A few steps from it, Miss Turner stopped with something to add, "Ohh, and Girls, if there is even a single instance of one of these boys being harmed, or a credible complaint of inappropriate treatment, the offender will be expelled, and the rest of you will all be suspended as accomplices, with marks going on your permanent record. Do I make myself clear."
The entire room of girls replied in unison, "yes Miss Turner." Then she was gone. There had actually been very little conversation during the long casting, as the girls were chanting the entire time. However, now that was all done, and the clamor of conversation quickly filled the room.
--- (good place for the character fork)
-- initial exit
-- Benjamin / Katherine
Katherine enjoyed that even the tempting view up her skirt didn't prevent Benjamin's face from showing frustration and fear upon learning he'd be this way until nightfall. "How about it Benjamin, ready to call me highness yet?" She jested, as she grabbed the back of his tiny jacket and lifted. She was initially worried she'd tear it, but he came off the ground effortlessly. He couldn't have even weighed a pound. As she both stood, and lifted him up to her face, she watched the fearful way he looked down, and realized it must be quite the exciting view to the floor. Once she had a good look at him, she surmised he was a little over ten inches tall, and his body couldn't have been much more than two inches wide.
"I'm ready for you to put me down!" He tried to demand, though he'd forgotten his was still speaking in a girls voice he'd accidentally stolen from her, which just made her laugh. "Vocarium notora!" He shouted in a frustrated girl's voice. "Katherine," he said, confirming his voice was back to normal, "put me down!"
Katherine was giggling and already headed for the door. "Ohh, I don't think so. Didn't you hear Miss Turner? If you get hurt, I could get suspended or expelled." She was still dangling him from his jacket, just because it was fun, but she had her other hand carefully positioned underneath him in case he somehow slipped free. "You're now my responsibility. I think we should use this time to get to know each other." When she reached the hallway fork just outside the auditorium door, she'd had enough fun dangling him, and set him down in her hand. For some reason she found him cuter like this than when they'd first met, and felt less like tormenting him. "Kidding aside Benjamin, you and I could form a great partnership. I just want to know what kind of partner you'd like to be. Would you prefer to go outside and discuss class elections, or would you prefer to meet my teddy bear collection?"
"Uhm." Benjamin didn't know what to expect out of the day, but he certainly didn't expect her to immediately start flirting with him. Assuming that was what she was doing. Seeing her teddy bear collection had to involve going to her room, and despite her dangerous attitude, she was the hottest girl in school. Though she could be just toying with him. "You have a teddy bear collection?"
"Maybe." Katherine placed her other finger on his chest, and gently nudged him, trying to make it seem flirtatious. She wondered if she was really feeling something for him, or just feeling curious about toying with a ten inch boy. As she continued her tease, she wasn't sure it mattered. "If I did, would you want to see it?" He didn't answer, but the look in her eye told her all she needed to know, and she turned towards her dormitory.
-- Jake / Lucy
The moment the girls had finished their spell, Lucy had knelt and reached for nerdy Jake, taunting him, "come here little perv." He immediately turned to run, but her reach was far too long for his little legs to escape, and she effortlessly snatched him off the ground. She wanted to taunt him more when Miss Turner started her closing remarks. Lucy was much more interested in having fun with these little boys, and she was more than a little surprised that the nerdy one turned out to be the bold one.
As Miss Turner she droned on, she held both of the boys up, her grip easily wrapping around their whole bodies, looking them each over, trying to decide what to do with them. "You're not going to have any fun looking at me with that scowly face," she scolded at Kenny. Nerd boy, on the other hand, was looking at her with wide eyes, especially down at her shirt. A sneaky idea caused her lips to curl. She casually brought her left hand to her side and itched her breast, first with her thumb, then with nerd boys face. The only one close enough to notice was Kenny, who shot her another sneer. "What, Ken doll? Perhaps you'd rather be in Jules' basket over there?" She turned him around so he could see what she was talking about.
Kenny was used to setting the tone, impressing the ladies with his humor, and toying with them a little. Being held in a girls hand was not working for him, and it wasn't helping his mojo any. When he saw Lucy rubbing Jake into the side of her tit, he wasn't jealous, he was disgusted. The only thing that disgusted him more was the little red pet-crate she had made sure he took note of across the room. Were they really going to carry guys around in a crate?
Kenny got to find out sooner than he expected. As soon as Miss Turner finished her little additional proclamation to the girls about suspension and expulsion, Lucy started heading right towards that little red crate. "Hey Jules?" Lucy called out, noticing she'd already put her two boys into her little carrier. "Would you mind having a third? Ken here is cute, but he's no fun." She held out Kenny, and Jules looked him over.
"Whoa, he is cute. You're name is seriously Ken? That's so... Actually, nevermind. I'm Jules." She reached out her pinky and nudged his hand, the closest they'd get to a handshake. "I'm going to lead a little tour of the school. If Lucy there is getting under your skin, come join us. I'll be the perfect hostess."
Kenny was pretty loathe to be put in a cage, but he decided anything was better than spending more time around this crazy Lucy girl. "Sure, yeah, I'm game. Lucy, I'll go with her."
"It wasn't really a question, twerp," Lucy sassed, as she lowered him into Lucy's cage. As soon as Lucy was free of the brat, she started walking for the door.
On the way, Lucy lifted the one who couldn't keep his eyes off her up to her face, and concluded all boys looked cute at this size. "Nerd boy, now that it's just you and me, it's time to have a little fun. You're not going to tell on me if I do something a teeny-weeny bit improper, are you?"
Jake started profusely shaking his head, "no, no. d-definitely not. My name is Jake, in case you forgot." Even before he'd finished answering, Lucy was smirking, and he could feel her grip adjusting, shifting him in her hand. Mom, one of her finger pads had settled directly onto his crotch and was gently pulsing with pressure. Her finger wasn't even visibly moving, but to him it felt like he was being pleasantly and forcibly dry humped.
"Does that seem improper at all to you, nerd boy?" Lucy asked, not sure why she was so turned on about stimulating this guy in her hand. She couldn't even feel his little pecker, but the way he shook his head and bit his own lip made it clear she was getting him. That's when she turned the corner and practically ran into Adeline, who was busy arguing with the boy in her hand. Lucy quickly recognized him as Steven, the African American boy who had tried to run at the start.
"Why ahre you so difficult?" Adeline asked Steven with her thick french accent, holding him carefully between her two hands. "I 'ave to take care of you. I 'ave no option."
"Yes, you do have option," Steve said, using the same improper word choice to mock her. "You can go tell Miss Turner you made a big mistake, and give me to her."
"Stevie boy giving you trouble?" Lucy interjected, her finger still dry humping the nerd boy. "My boy Jake and I are getting along great. Isn't that right Jake?" He nodded silently but emphatically. "I can give you some tips if you want."
"Oui, oui," she answered back in French. "I am at ze end of my leash."
"End of your rope. You're at the end of your rope." Adeline had a look of non-understanding. "Nevermind. Just..." Lucy stepped close and leaned in closer, so she could whisper. As she explained what she was doing to Jake, Adeline reacted with surprise.
"No!? You ahre doing ziss right now?" Adeline looked at her in disbelief, and when she nodded, she looked at Jake. That's when Lucy realized Jake was squirming a little too much. Was it possible she was giving him too much action? She immediately eased off her pace and pressure. He stopped squirming, and a look of relief washed over his face.
"Steve," Lucy said, turning her attention to him, "today can be annoying and boring for you, or it can be a little fun. Now, I've told Adeline how to make it a little fun, but she's only going to do it if you're not going to go tattle on her. Go ahead Adeline."
"You think this is going to be fun for me? I'm not even a foot tall! You girls are...owww!" his sentence was cut short as Adeline pushed a little too hard. She quickly eased off until her thumb was brushing his crotch so lightly she could barely feel it. Steve's face turned from wincing pain to confusion. "Ahh, what are you? ahhh..." Adeline's thumb motion was way too obvious, but Steve had stopped complaining. He'd actually stopped talking altogether. Lucy whispered to Adeline, and she stopped moving her thumb, instead pulsing it so it was only apparent to the two of them.
"Steve, we're under strict instructions not to do anything improper. I'd like to make sure you're okay with this new way I've asked Adeline to hold you, so you're comfortable. Are you comfortable, Steve?" He had a resigned look on his face when he nodded. "Do you think anything improper is going on? Anything Adline should stop doing?" He shook his head, the pleasurable sensations already starting to chip away at his sour expression. "Excellent. My work here is done. I trust you two will have a much better day now."
"Meri Lucinda, merci," Adeline offered cheerily, happy to have broken the ice with her partner.
Lucy, however, was already halfway down the empty hallway, holding Jake inches from her chest, her finger humping him as she watched him stare at her shirt. "You can't even stop staring, can you?" Then she snickered.
---- Joey / Keysey
Keysey hadn't been bold enough to pick up Joey before Miss Turner's speech, and after that bit about being expelled or suspended, she was even more hesitant. "This is kind of crazy, huh?" She asked him, to break the ice.
"Yeah, totally crazy." It was a huge understatement. Keysey was sitting on the floor, her legs folded to the side, and Joey wasn't even tall enough to see over them. High thighs were walls of flesh, and her body was like a mountain. And she was paying attention to him. "I think you're going to have to pick me up." He wasn't trying to flirt, he was just being factual. It didn't hurt that the idea was a little exciting.
"Really?" She cringed, looking around the room at how every other girl already had their partner or partners in hand. "I guess so. You're not exactly going to be able to navigate the school at that size, are you?" He shook his head. It took her a few moments to get up the nerve, then she reached out and put her fingers around him as gently as possible. When she lifted, she abruptly jerked him off the floor, expecting him to have a little weight about him. "Oops, I'm sorry," she said, trying to be more calm as she lifted him up to her face.
"I'm fine." He was much more than fine. The feeling of her palm and fingers wrapped around him was the most contact he'd ever had with a girl. Not that it made it any easier for him to talk to her.
"I guess we have a little time to kill, how about we go outside?" Joey nodded, willing to pretty much do just about anything that involved spending time with a girl.
---- Arnold / Becca
When Miss Turner began her closing remarks, Becca placed Arnold on her shoulder to see better, giving him some of her long blond hair to hold onto. "How's that?"
"Perfect." Arnold answered, then he realized he was close enough to whisper softly into her ear. "You're perfect." She didn't reply, but her head turned enough that he knew she'd heard him. "I kinda like this, I can flirt with you and nobody can hear me."
"Flirt?" She whispered, trying to hide the fact that she was rudely talking through Miss Turner's address. "I'm attracted to you too, but we can't even kiss until tomorrow. What do you think flirting is going to get you?"
"Plenty," he whispered. "I've never slept with a woman taller than me, and I want to start tonight!" His tone thick with jest.
"Arnold," she whispered, "you are terrible." Miss Turner had finally completely finished, and left the room. Becca considered taking him off her shoulder, because she couldn't see him. But she left him there for the time being, looking around the room, making sure the other girls were getting along okay.
"Becca, you orchestrated this whole thing. Didn't you plan to get naked and have a little man crawl all over you? I can be that man." He felt her shoulder shake as she giggled. Becca did a quick head-count, making sure all the boys were accounted for.
"Seriously though, Miss Turner didn't say anything about what happens after class. If I'm like this until midnight, you have plenty of time to take me home and talk, or you know, whatever you want to do with something ten inches long that wiggles."
Becca felt herself blush hard, grabbed him off her shoulder, and playfully scolded him, "stop it!" Though she couldn't resist smiling. She headed for the auditorium door, in a hurry to get out of there before he somehow embarrassed her.
"Oooh, yeah. Back in your warm hand." Arnold mockingly humped into her fingers. Even though it was for show, it actually felt really good.
"Arrr!" Becca exclaimed, half frustrated, half entertained. "Will you stop? I promise to take you back to my room after class. Is that enough? Will you stop?" He at least stopped bucking lewdly into her fingers.
"Only if you promise I get to play king of the mountains." He playfully cupped his hands, aiming for her chest, which was just above the height she was holding him at, "Yodelay-hee-hoo!"
"Ohh my god. Did I say I liked you? I'm not so sure anymore." She was complaining, but she was still smiling. She turned a hallway corner.
"You like me. I have a sense about these things. Either that, or you're taking me to the girls dorm so you can drop me off at someone else's room."
"Alright, smart ass. Zip it, and you can dive down my shirt when we get there. Keep talking, and I'm going to stick you on a high shelf while I finish my herbal healing homework." He brought his hand to his lips, mock zipping them shut before tossing the imaginary key over his shoulder.
--- during recess
---- Steve / Adeline
As soon as Adeline was able to calm Steve, it left a quiet void between them. A void made more awkward by the fact that he was lying in her hand while her thumb was gently stimulating him. Not that it felt like stimulating him. Her thumb was hardly moving. Still, if she was going to be responsible for him for most of the day, she wanted to get them onto better footing. "Steve, let us start over, I'm Adeline." She declared, as she walked through the exterior doors into the garden.
"Uhh, huh. Yah...I'm, yeah, I'm Steve." The way her thumb was dry humping him certainly made him change his tune about his current predicament. Having a girl make his cock hard always had a way of softening him up. It also made him just want more dry humping.
"This is .. what is zee word, peculiar? My fingaire is not a fuck steek. It has feelings too." She cracked a smile, but from the sour look on his face, she realized her joke hadn't worked. "Pardon. Sorry. Kidding. I actually don't mind. If you like, I do eet. But am I making you *too* comfort-ablay?" She always got the pronunciation of 'comfortable' wrong, but it felt wrong for her to to say it the correct way.
"Too what?" Steve puzzled at what she had said, and when her thumb stopped pulsing he quickly figured it out. "Aww, na, this is good, baby. Keep it up." She looked at him a little sideways, as she gently came to a seat in the garden, lying him on her thigh and resuming her gently pulsing. "Ohh yeah, We are real good now," he encouraged.
"Bien. Excellent. Since we are good now, maybe you want to know something more about me?" She actually offered because she wanted to practice her English, and she felt like he was a pretty captive audience at this point. With how quickly he nodded, she wondered if perhaps this method of sustaining a boy's attention might have use outside of the shrink spell. "Bien. Excellent. I was born in Bordeaux. My parents are rich, but always working."
Steve nodded, glad for her to be doing the talking. Simultaneously, he wondered how long her puppy petting would go on before he got the good stuff.
"This left me alone for plenty of time with the older boys in the neighborhood to teach me about magic and fellation. I don't like to say zee English word. You know fellation? With zee mouth?" She found the american word very crass, and hoped she wouldn't have to use it.
"Yesshhhh," some sensation caught him off guard, and she suddenly backed off, "I know about 'with zee mouth'," he said with a bit of condescension. Steve was getting surprised at this French girl. He'd assumed she was prude, but here she was humping him with her finger, calling it a fuck-stick, and talking about blowjobs. It was making him very curious. He decided to straight up ask her. "Is that... something you like to do?"
"Oui, oui. Because zhe boys like it very much. They say I am excellente. Though I am not, what do you say, easy. Fellation speciale only for gercons speciale." When she started this conversation, she hadn't intended to talk about sex. Her mind just went that way. Probably because of the way she was teasing him. Then she realized what she was doing didn't feel like nothing. It felt like he was sexually responding to her tiny effortless motion, and that felt amazing. In fact, he was responding so much she felt she had to use even slower and softer pressure to avoid setting him off, and that was starting to get her excited.
"We have little time left before class. I 'ave junior illusion practice. I know you are in your senior year. Will you come with me? Or should we find you someone to take you to your class?"
Steve felt like that was not at all a fair question. She'd been fingering his crotch for at least fifteen minutes, and she was asking if he wanted to be handed to another girl? Was she going to finish him? Was the other girl? He decided it didn't matter. When the shrinking started, he'd hated Adeline. Now that he was getting to know her, he was finding her interesting, or at least she was getting under his skin and turning him on, which was sometimes the same thing.
"Adeline, baby, I'm all in. I'm want to ... ahh..." before he could finish his thought, she got excited, smiled, and tweaked him with a little more sensation than he was prepared for. Her teeth showed as she cringed in apology. "No worries. Anytime you want to bring on the heat, I'm ready, baby. I was just saying I want to spend the whole day and night getting to know you and your *fingaire*, because I know it has feelings too." He had tried his best to repeat her pronunciation of the word, to make the joke work. Then he reached out to pet her thumb like he cared about it, which ended up feeling more sexual than he expected it to, especially when she responded by moving it more against him.
Adeline was already excited enough knowing how easily she was getting him excited, knowing he wanted to spend the whole day with her, and knowing he got her sense of humor. When he reached around her thumb, seeing this tiny guy actually hug her digit made her gush. She immediately felt naughty and wanted to reward him. Instead of just pressure, she gave him a little motion. As soon as she did, his grasp on her thumb tightened, and he looked like he was actually humping himself into it. She couldn't feel much, but the little guy rocking away was enough to tease him over, "my fingaire likes you."
Steve felt like this was possibly the weirdest, kinkiest shit he'd ever experienced. Her thumb was no longer just pulsing and keeping him excited, it was full on humping into him. The nub of flesh and fingernail had more girth than his leg, and he grabbed on and tried to coax it's motion. The thing is, it didn't respond at all. Instead the digit just tossed him about as he humped himself into it. One thing was for sure though, it sure felt good.
Adeline's mind started to run wild with the things she could do with him, later that afternoon, when they were not in a public garden. If it was this exciting to have him up against her thumb, how would it feel to have him naked on her belly, lying over her breast, or snuggled up to her sex? And what would it feel like to lick this little body? Would overpowering him with her tongue feel just as good? Or maybe better?
She felt so turned on she had to remind herself she had all her clothes on, and for that matter, so did he. Being finally really turned on herself also made her more viscerally aware of the excited state she'd held him in for the better part of the last half hour. She was torturing the poor boy. She needed to give him relief before the bell rang and they both had to head off to class. So she did her best, trying to find keep her thumb at just the right rhythm, the occasionally toss of his body telling her she'd gone too far. She looked around, and didn't see anyone in the garden, though someone could walk up any moment. She wondered what they'd even see. A little guy lying on her thigh, hugging her thumb. Would they know what was going on? Probably. She needed to bring this to a close.
But this wasn't exactly easy. It wasn't sex, and it wasn't
-- Benjamin / Katherine
---- Arnold / Becca
As soon as Becca opened her dorm room door, she knew she had a problem. Katherine was there, lying front-side down on her bed, looking like she was reading. "Hey Kat, I didn't expect you to be back here. Did you ditch your partner?" As Kat rolled onto her side, Becca got more of an answer than she bargained for. Kat's hand was curiously wrapped in a black stocking, her shrunken magic partner was lying on her pillow, and the expression on his face said he wasn't thrilled for anyone to know what had just been going on.
"You didn't expect *me* back here?" Kat sauced back at her. "You are the one who gave us that big speech about how this spell was to teach the boys an important lesson, not so we could toy with them all day. You didn't even want us to do the astral shield. Did you get a little taste of actual fun for once?"
"No, it's nothing like that," Becca protested, embarrassed for Arnold to have heard that. "Arnold and I just kinda clicked, before we even did the spell. I wasn't even going to, you know, bring him back here or anything, but he thought it would be fun. He doesn't even mind being shrunk, do you Arnold?" She felt like his answer would be more authentic if she wasn't holding him, so she set him down on the small working desk next to her bed.
"Well, I'm not sure I'd go *that* far exactly," Arnold quipped, facing Katherine, who he had to admit was so gorgeous that at his size he felt fairly intimidated. "I'd describe it more as going with the flow, and curious to explore things with a different perspective. The part about me thinking it would be fun. That's true."
"Well, before you get too excited, you should know that we call Becca the Ice Queen, and not because she likes to cast freezing spells." Arnold looked to Becca, saw her extreme disappointment, and shot Katherine a sour glance.
"That isn't very nice. She just hadn't met the right guy yet, me. Isn't that right, Becca?" His compliment was trying to make her feel better, but he knew it wasn't enough and there was more at stake here. Their entire day of fun could evaporate in a flash if he didn't do something. "How about you and your socket-puppet stay on your side of the room, and we'll stay on our side of the room? Deal?"
Katherine lifted her black stocking covered hand, and flexed her fingers inside it. "Don't knock the sock-puppet til you've tried it, right Benjamin?" Arnold looked to see if his friend Benjamin was going to join the conversation, but he was silent and seemed fine to be left out of it. Katherine shrugged, and laid back down, and started playfully crawling her stocking covered hand up the pillow. The room was so small that even in her softest voice, Arnold could hear her teasing, "I'm coming to get you, little man."
"Hey!" Arnold was started by Becca's shouted whisper, as she moved herself right into his eyeline. "I didn't agree to do anything with *her* here." Arnold was quickly seeing he'd overestimated how much fun Becca would be. However, it was too late for him to stop now. He curled his finger to call her closer, then closer still, until her head was close enough for him to whisper.
"Becca, there is no her. There is only you, and me." He reached out to touch her cheek. "What I want, you've got. You're tall, curvy, your wit is sharp, did I mention curvy? Tomorrow we can take it slow, but today we're on a clock. We have to be in class in 25 minutes, and this stagecoach turns into a pumpkin at midnight. Your opportunity to watch my diminutive little hands and feet flail against your mighty bosom is ticking away as we speak. Do you really want to walk out of here and let the sock-puppet have all the fun?" He finally heard her struggle to contain a giggle. However, when he backed away enough to see her eyes, she still looked hesitant. He knew it was go for broke time, and he dropped to his knees, prepared to make an ass of himself. He was also sure to speak loud enough to embarrass her. "Becca, I'm ten inches tall and you are stacked. Have mercy. Do it for me. Do it for the *childre....."
As soon as he had turned up the volume to embarrassing level, she'd started shushing and waving him down. "Shhh, alright! enough!" She shouted over him in whisper. He just didn't listen, his words were only cut off when she finally grabbed his body in her hand, and aggressively muffled his mouth with the side of her thumb. Then, even when she was literally forcing her thumb into his face to shut him up, he started joking around making gnawing gestures at it, making her smile. She wanted to get mad and shut him down, but there was something about Arnold. He was just too damn entertaining. She decided Arnold was right. Why should sock-puppet have all the fun. Though she couldn't begin to understand what was going on there exactly.
With him still in hand, she crawled onto her bed, lying on her belly. Her first instinct was to lie on her back, but with others in the room she didn't want to expose herself that much. She gently laid Arnold down on the bed, holding herself over him by the elbows. "Now, will you please, please, please keep yourself quiet?"
Arnold conspicuously looked down at her looming bosom, looked back up, and shook his head. "I don't think I can promise that. I can try, but I don't think I can promise it." Then he looked back down again. Even with their volume slightly obscured by her sweater, it was clear each of her bulges had to weigh five times as much as he did. Once he decided they were in foot reach, he couldn't help himself. He lifted his foot, and pressed it into her, first gently, then as hard as he could, barely making a dent.
"What are you doing?" Becca didn't mean to sound like she was scolding him, she had just felt something gently poking her and wasn't sure what it was. When she saw his little leg, she was more fascinated than anything. "Okay, okay. You're not the first guy to be obsessed with my boobs, and I guess you can't do this on your own." She reached down, untying her neck ribbon before starting on the buttons of her sweater. The way he watched her was fascinating, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing, or what was about to happen. "Though I think you certainly are the first guy dwarfed by them," she teased.
Before she had even finished, Arnold was staring through the opening in her shirt, watching the globes of flesh revealed. She shifted abruptly to reach for the buttons near her belly, sending her tits swinging. Then, with fanfare, she pulled her sweater wide open, putting her cleavage on display and showing off her functional heavy duty bra. He would have liked her to remove that too, but he wasn't going to complain. This was progress.
Arnold struggled to his knees, then waddled towards the right wall of flesh, several times wider and taller than he was. He laid into her breast and enjoyed the moment, placing his cheek against her skin. He expected it to be like a vertical waterbed, but to him it felt much firmer, more like a gymnastics mat. He reached his arms out as far as he could, his hands not able to crest around the sides even a little bit. The top of of his body was now in full contact with breast flesh, and the bottom half would have been, if not for that pesky bra she was wearing,
Becca had felt a little weird when his attention completely left her face, and he started crawling underneath her chin. She didn't really have a good angle to watch, so she just imagined what he was doing as she felt him brush against her. Something tickled, and she tried not to react. She looked down to see his arms spread wide across her left breast. She found it it peculiar that he enjoyed being so small against her, but she decided she might as well help him enjoy it.
She shifted her weight to one elbow, shoving him away in the process, and reached her opposite arm behind her to deftly unhook her bra through the sweater fabric. She doubted any boy could have done it, but for her it was easy. Her bra instantly fell loose. It wasn't off, but removing it would be a production exposing her to everyone in the room, so this would have to do. She laid back on her elbows, pulled the cups down her torso, and put her finger into Arnold's back, coaxing him back into her.
Arnold had to confess, being underneath her while she shifted her weight quickly was downright scary. One slip and he could be crushed, or broken so badly he might as well be.
However, it was all worth it when he felt her finger at his back, pressing him towards the promised land, and entirely naked breast. He didn't just lay against it this time, he was shoved into it. Then he felt all her fingers against his backside, as they randomly rolled and shifted and pushed him much deeper into the pillow of flesh than he could go on his own. He fell into the moment, and only later realized he was no longer supporting his own weight, but instead her continued caress had completely suspended him. The combination of the sensations and knowledge of what she was doing to him were making him crazy, and he quickly found himself erect. The only thing better would have been if he had removed *his* pesky clothes. He remembered that they had class soon, and decided that would have to wait. He leaned his crotch into her, but he didn't find it near as satisfying as when her finger pressed into his butt in the right way, so he just enjoyed her movements, hoping for more of the ones he liked.
For Becca, something about this was much more exciting than she had expected. She could feel the shape of his thighs, butt, and shoulders under the sensitive pads of her fingers; she could, with the barest of pressure, force him much deeper into her chest than he could himself; and she could feel his little squirmy reactions when he enjoyed something. Her enjoyment wasn't as sexual, but she certainly enjoyed coddling him, and she enjoyed it even more after some light upward pressure lifted him off the mattress, his body suspended between her undulating fingers and her supple breast.
She was thankful that he'd coaxed her into this little exploration, before feeling anxiety that they probably only had minutes left before class. Her relief came from thinking about the astral shield, and how she'd have him like this from the end of the class day clear until sunrise. She looked for the clock, and confirmed they only had seven minutes until they had to be walking to class. She knew she better warn him, "enjoying this, Arnold? did I keep my promise?"
Arnold was so relaxed he'd almost fallen asleep, he nodded his head firmly, and her skin felt so good on his face he kept rubbing his face around on her for several moments. Then he realized there was no way she could see any of what he was doing. He pulled his face aside, and answered her, "Ohh yes, Becca. Promise kept, and then some." The idea that this session might end with him still so aroused nagged at him, but he wasn't going to be greedy. This had been a fantasy come true. "Let me ask you though, did you enjoy it?"
"I did, I do. Much more than I expected, actually. Sadly, we only have a few minutes left until we have to get ready for class. I hate to soil a perfect moment, but it would be cruel punishment to leave you in this state. I'm sorry for what I'm going to do next." She was trying to let his funny bone wear off and be a little sarcastic.
He appreciated her attempt, and tried to think of a way to string out the humor, but he immediately felt urgency enter her fingers. At first she simply moved faster. However, as the right sensation caught him, his body stiffened, and it didn't take her long to focus on the best motions. Moments later, he felt pressure under his butt, shoving him partially upwards, and the more he enjoyed it, the more she forced him to repeat it.
As she increased her pace, and she felt him nearing climax she tried her hand at humor again, "What if once you fuck my tit, you never call, you never write?"
"Aww, baby." This one Arnold had an immediate comeback for. "I could never leave your tit. It's too.... ahhh.. good to .... ahhh.. me... ahhh... ahhh. yess. ohh my ... tit fucking ... from heaven... ahhhh." He finally felt himself begin to spasm, knowing he was soiling his uniform, not caring. She pulsed him into her flesh several times, making sure he was fully satisfied, then she gently let him down, set her nipple into his lap, and let the weight of her breast down on top of him. "Ohh my god. You are my dream girl. I want to do this every day and every night of my life."
"The rest of us have needs too you know," Becca quipped back. "Not that this doesn't satisfy any of my needs, but I have *other* needs."
"And I can satisfy those needs, big or little. Dah-na-nah. Dah-na-nah. Just put me in coach. Right after I finish enjoying this moment of bliss." He threw his arms outwards, and made a mock snoring sound. He was jesting, but he was pretty sure he could sleep just fine sandwiched under her glorious pillow of flesh.
"Alright, time to head to class wize guy." Becca lifted herself clear off the bed in a moment of immodesty, fixing her bra, before buttoning her shirt.
"Phew, thank goodness," Katherine teased from the other bed. "I thought it would never end."
"Uh, you heard all that?" Becca was almost finished buttoning her shirt. She was momentarily amused at how Arnold was still lying on the bed like he was crushed dead.
"Every. Single. Word." Katherine confirmed. "Practically all I've been doing for the last twenty minutes is listen to you two. It was highly entertaining."
"What about the sock-puppet?" Becca jested. Kat rolled onto her side, revealing the socket puppet rhymically bucking on top of Benjamin. Though that motion could have entirely been for effect.
"Ohh, she's been busy, right Benjamin?" Kat pulled her hand down enough to reveal his face. The look on it said he'd rather she hadn't done that. Kat cover him back up, and the sock started gently moving, nothing the wild for-show bucking she'd done a minute ago.
"The sock puppet is a girl?" Arnold said, finally startling out of his mock death. "I guess that makes sense. Whatever. I can't say I understand the sock-puppet. We all need to get to class, before someone female gets punished. Because this is basically," and he broke out into cheesy song, "boys-can-get-in-trouble-day, boys-cant-get-in-trouble-day, bow-chicka-wow-wow."
"Do you ever stop?" Becca's words were biting, but her tone was playful. She snatched him off the bed, barely feeling the wet-spot in his pants, and suspecting nobody would even notice with him so tiny. Then she headed for the door. The bell hadn't run yet, but she knew it would any minute and she didn't like to be rushing.
"I think he's good for you, Becca." Kat called out as she walked through the door. "You need someone to lighten the mood. We'll see you too later."
-- Jake / Lucy
The dorm deadbolts were spring loaded, so when Lucy reached her door, she inserted the key, turned it, then deftly landed her knee on the lever, while simultaneously pushing the door open -- all while holding and fondling nerd boy in her other hand. The fact that she could manage all that was completely unnecessary, but it was also fun. Once inside, she kicked the door closed, and set down her keys. "I don't think Jules will be coming back here."
"Jules? Crate-girl? Is your roommate?" Lucy nodded in reply, moved to the bed, and some pillows behind her back.
Jake found himself standing between her spread legs, looking up at a pair of sweater covered breasts so big she could lie down and completely cover him with just one of them. He also had no idea what he'd done for Lucy to take such an interest in him. And he was still suffering an erection from all her teasing.
"See, that's why I knew you'd be fun for this. You can't not look, can you?" Lucy turned her torso back and forth, watching nerd boy follow her tits like they were rare earth magnets.
"Fun for what?" Jake asked, not even realizing the motion of her tits was just to make him look.
"King of the Mountain, of course. You're the King, I'm the Mountain." She looked down at him, still with that stupefied look, and realized he might need some proper incentives. "You know when you climb the mountain," she put her fingers on her hip, and started walking them up her sweater, "you get to grab, and touch, and climb over them," she poked and clawed at her own breast, demonstration an ascent.
Jake was still shocked, but he didn't need to be invited to touch her tits twice. He immediately walked to her thigh, grabbed her skirt, and tried to hoist himself up on it. It was harder than he though, as the skirt slipped towards him much more than he expected. Eventually he pulled out the slack, but then it when he tried to climb, he started sliding towards her crotch.
Lucy let out a haughty chuckle. "Not as easy as you thought, eh nerd boy?"
"My name is Jake," he said, a little annoyed, before grabbing more of the fabric and straining, pulling, and kicking until he was able to get up on her thigh.
"Bravo." She mockingly patted her fingers together. "And I know what your name is. I just enjoy calling you nerd boy. Just like you enjoy touching and staring at me. Let's call it a trade, shall we?"
Jake pulled at the sweater material, containing his grumble over the pet name. It was really stretchy, and kinda slippery. He doubted he would get very far trying to ascend directly. He pulled at the fabric, trying to get the buttons closer to him. He had to step closer to her crotch, and she giggled a little bit at the tickling, sending her body moving, and him sliding right back between her legs. This caused her to laugh even more, "that looked like fun."
He grumbled, and repeated his struggling ascent onto her hip. From there he struggled to get a good grip on one of the buttons. If he could climb the buttons, he'd be home free. Only the button he grabbed just popped open. He pulled again, trying to get the next button open, but she swatted him away.
"You're supposed to climb, not open. Here," she reached to her neck, and untied her color scarf, sending to threads of red fabric past her waist. He grabbed hold of both of them, and in a moment he was holding them and trying to walk nearly straight up. His feet slipped free, it was no use. He stood there for several seconds, looking up, not making any move. "Climb!" She insisted.
"I don't know what you want. It's straight up. I could probably climb the buttons, but you won't let me."
"Rrrrr," Lucy scowled. "I choose you, I rub your nerd weiner all the way here, I literally invite you to climb my boobsOo, and this is the effort I get? I should find Jules and swap you out for someone a little more motivated." She didn't think think the other boys would be any more fun, she was just trying to get nerd boy to put forth a little more effort..
"I'm sorry. I want to do it," he looked up at her huge chest looming over him, "trust me, I really want to. I just don't see how. Maybe if you lie back a little?"
She knew that sitting upright her task was almost impossible. She just wanted to see him try and fail a little more. She decided to change her strategy. "You want it easier? Fine." She lay back into the pillows, and looked down the rather modest incline. "That easy enough for you?"
Jake didn't answer, he just looked up at an ascent that seemed at least more possible. He reasserted his grip on the ribbons, and began to walk himself up her tummy. If anything, his progress was a little too easy, and from the sour look on her face, she agreed. Then her fingers started tugging at the ribbons, making it difficult for him to keep his balance. He took a couple more steps, far enough that his next steps would be over her chest, and then he felt her entire body moving side to side. His support gone, he quickly crashed sideways into her boob, which felt firmer than he expected, but was not at all unpleasant.
"Oops," she mockingly
?????? where is this going ?????
Jules + Basket
?? have her take guys to the pool?
- Lori / ?
A / Heather (17)
---- Joey / Keysey
- after the class day
---- Joey / Keysey
---- Arnold / Becca
-- Jake / Lucy
-- Benjamin / Katherine
---- Steve / Adeline
- Jules + Basket
- Lori
--- back to class
--- after classes are out