5 P.M.

5 p.m. came both too soon, and too slowly. Wendell inched up the narrow Gynmasium stairs in a secluded back area, wearing his blue jeans and cheap sweater that was, truthfully, unflattering. The utility room, which sat at the top of the stairs, was mostly storage. It was filled with rarely used equipment that couldn't be simply tossed out because of its infrequent importance. The door to the room was a wide double set, made to allow big equipment to be hauled in and out. Wendell reached out for the door handle and hesitated.

What the hell is she gonna do? What is she gonna make me do? I've had a hard-on all day from this...am I messed up in the head?

With a sigh, he checked his watch. It was 5, right on the spot, so he tensed and opened the door.

Inside Stacy awaited. She wore her university sweater atop a pair of high waisted blue jeans. She waited impatiently, crossing her arms and tapping her foot amidst a jungle of unused equipment. There were nets and goals and big bags of every ball needed for almost every sport. There was a pommel horse, and behind Stacy, a 10ft stack of gymnastics floor pads.

"Hello Wendell. Not surprised you showed. After all, who could resist this?" Stacy said brandishing the red raygun. The gold highlights caught the light.

"Uhh..hi?" Wendell replied with a nervous look around. "Sooo...what are we going to do here?"

"You're gonna put, that on."

Wendell turned to look behind him to see what Stacy was pointing at. It was a skin. The skin of a woman with a mop of brown hair, and she was wide, very wide. Wendell took the skin in hand and turned to Stacy. With a glance down at the big girl's skin, he swallowed hard, and then said, "who is this?"

"Leah Silt," Stacy said with cringe. "She's a nasty little brat that had the audacity to call me a slut. You know that I'm totally faithful to Hank?"

"Uhh...N-" Wendell started, but a glare from Stacy made him change course, "I never would have thought otherwise."

"Well, that...troll you're holding is who you get to wear for your education today. I didn't think you deserved to wear anything nicer yet."

"Education?"

"Your performance," Stacy said coming up close to Wendell, "was pathetic the other day. Oh yeah, I remember clearly now. You were all fumbling and silly. You don't know how a woman works, do you Wendell?"

She remembers the whole thing? Well the whole minute of it I guess...who am I kidding? She's right.

"That was my...first...time..."

"It showed. Now put that on and I'm going to show you what does what. And you better get to it. I've got somewhere to be in about a half an hour."

"Stacy I can't wear a woman that's just too wei-"

With a finger on his lips, Stacy shushed him. "You thought about wearing me, didn't you?"

"I-uhh...ok. Let's do it. I already gave a...blowjob...so how bad can this be?"

"Just put the goddamn thing on."

Wendell stripped off his sweater casting it off to one side, and then followed everything else until he was totally naked, After all Stacy had already seen him nude, so there was nothing to hide there. Stacy examined the affair closely. She paced, and watched almost like a drill instructor. When it got down to it, Wendell held up the skin of Leah Silt and hesitated.

"On, NOW!" Stacy commanded.

Wendell complied climbing into the chubby girl's skin. He was nervous, shaky, and had a massive hard-on. This wasn't really an issue until until Leah's heavy skin was on and began to tighten around Wendell. The feeling of having his own cock slide up inside him to form Leah's pussy, was a sudden and painful reminder that he was turning into someone of the opposite sex. Then came Leah's massive natural tits slamming into his chest and they flopped into existence with a resounding POP! each.

"Ow. oh.. fuck...Oh?" Wendell said looking down at his brand new breasts. They were grade-A, all-natural, classic juggs.

"Mirror," Stacy said pointing to a space on the wall just behind a big, tangled mess of netting. She shoved the mess aside and Wendell got a nice, hard look at Leah Silt's body.

She was a big girl, but not what you'd call ugly. She looked a bit like a cartoon caricature. She had full rosy cheeks, curly brown hair, a round belly, and absolutely massive tits that took up most of her torso. Looking at the mirror, he felt a distinct dampness coming from his new equipment, and looked down. He stretched out a hand when-

"Don't you fucking dare!" Stacy said coming up next to him. "That comes last. Now first things first, and don't fucking move 'till I'm done, got it?" Stacy looked at him in the mirror and grabbed a large handfull of Leah's left breast. "This is a tit. This cow's are pretty big, but they're all mostly the same. You massage tits." She squeezed the breast and massaged it throughly.

Not bad.

"These," Stacy went on, "are nipples." She pinched the nipple hard and twisted it. Pulling it and kneeding it.

OW! Argh...mmmm...

"They're just like yours except you don't ignore them! You pinch, pull, tease and suck on them." Stacy let go very roughly, and Wendell let out a soft sigh. "That," Stacy gestured to Leah's crotch, "is your pussy. If it isn't wet and relaxed, then it's not time to fuck yet. You make it wet and relaxed by playing with your tits, and this." She jammed a hand down into Leah's vulva and felt around for her clit. When she found it, she gave the thing a few playful taps. Each tap made a visible shake in Wendell and Leah's massive tits shook about. "That's your clit. Stroke that enough and you can put thing's inside you. Stroke it enough and you cum. Got all that?" Stacy finished with a menacing glare, and Wendell stayed quiet. "I said 'got all that?'"

"Yea-....Yes."

"Good. I wanna see you cum. Get to it." Stacy grabbed Wendell's hand and shoved it into his new pussy.

"Ohhh...uhhh...ahhh...." Wendell was fingering himself slowly. He looked over to Stacy.

"Don't fucking look at me. The mirror! Did you hear me!"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what? You fucking slut..." Stacy barked.

"Yes...ah...ohh...I heard you," Wendell said to Leah's reflection.

"More tits!"

Wendell began to grope his left breast with his free hand. "Ohh...Eeeh....ahh..."

"Nipples! Put that fucking thing in your mouth, slut!"

Wendell jammed the big girl's tit into his mouth, and the warmth, the taste of the skin, the pleasure of his own tongue, and the sight of it in the mirror, edged him closer to orgasm.

"Fingers! In your pussy! NOW!"

Wendell dropped Leah's big tit, and rammed two of her fingers inside himself. "ARGHH...ohhh...fuck....mmm..." The heat and the slick textured walls inside himself was incredible. Still working his clit, he fell to his knees slamming Leah's bulky frame to the ground.

I'm a slut. A slut. A slut! FUCK!

"ARGHH, AAAAAAAHHHHH" He climaxed and shook. He was involuntarily pumping his hips, and when he finally stopped screaming, he let his hands go limp and looked over to Stacy with his mouth open.

"You did...ok. But we're not through yet. We still have a few minutes to go. Get up and put your hands on that pommel horse." She gestured to an old pommel horse that rested against one wall. "Spread your legs and stick your ass out!"

Breathing heavily, Wendell basking in the aftermath, did as he was told. He began to look around when Stacy stopped him.

"Don't fucking look around! Eyes front. Into the wall!"

Wendell did this and waited. Then he felt two of Stacy's fingers inside him. She pressed hard, as deep and she could go feeling all the space she could inside Leah's pussy and then ripped her finger's out. Wendell shuddered and he could hear a faint wet sound from behind him.

"Ugh. She fucking tastes terrible," Stacy said. When she came into view she shoved the two fingers up to Wendell's mouth. "Clean!" she ordered and he did so with Leah's tongue. The taste was slightly bitter and Wendell largely ignored it. "Now, when I said I had somewhere to be, what I meant was that Leah, had somewhere to be." This caused Wendell to pause. "Did I tell you to stop?" He resumed the task listening very intently. "As it turns out...Leah plans to cheat on her lame boyfriend...with HANK! She supposed to meet him in...5 minutes...here...for a little fun."

Wendell went totally bug-eyed. "What!?"

"You're gonna help me break up with Hank today, Wendell." Stacy said ignoring him.

"Stacy, I can't-"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Stacy said, grabbing a fist full of Leah's curly hair.

"Argh!"

Stacy leaned in very close, looked Wendell in the eye and then down to his lips. She kissed him very forcefully, then whispered softly, "Be a good slut, and let me watch you get fucked." She licked his upper lip and then pressed her lips to his ear, still griping the hair. "When he fucks you...I'm gonna be right over, behind those mats, watching, and you're gonna look at me. Do you understand?"

I'm fucking leaking...I...will I....will I do a good enough job for her?

"Say it," Stacy commanded.

"I understand...Stacy..."

"Good girl. Now don't move, and say whatever you need to." Stacy let go of Leah's hair, shoved her tongue in Wendell's mouth for a moment and then trotted off behind the mats.

The three longest minutes of Wendell's life went by. He never moved and waited silently, looking at the bland beige wall paint. Claaaclack! The door broke the silence.

"Woah! Damn Leah! You're just waiting all ready for me?" Hank's voice boomed in the cramped room.

"I just wanted to...skip all the boring stuff.." Wendell did his best, but his voice actually quivered with anticipation.

"Goddamn you got a big ass girl! No wonder you want to show that thing off."

Wendell felt two, familiar large hands feel his thighs up, and then one of them gave him a slap on the ass. "OUGH. MRGH" He still didn't look back. A couple of Hank's big meaty fingers went inside Wendell's pussy.

"Hell yeah! You are ready. You really do wanna skip right to it!" Wendell could hear Hank's belt clanking, his clothes rustling, and his fly unzip. Wendell breathed very heavily in anticipation and bit his lower lip. He felt the tip of Hank's cock probe around his lips a bit, and then his former bully pushed his cock inside him.

"OH. AH. Ugh." Wendell let out, and he felt full to bursting. Hank wasted little time in going from pumping, to pounding. The loud slapping very sharp in the small space. Finally, Wendell looked over, to see the thin face of Stacy, watching from behind the mats. She bore only a raised eyebrow.

Is this what she wanted?

With such a harsh aggressive pounding, Wendell involuntarily cried out in Leah's thick voice, "I'M GONNA BREAK IN HALF!"

"Damn straight!" Hank yelled and delivered another hard spank to Leah's big ass cheek.

At this Stacy smiled and blew Wendell a silent kiss.

She's...so...fucking...

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Wendell let go completely and began to orgasm. He felt the muscles in his pussy contract and throb. Hank still thrusted away.

"YEAH! WHOO!"

Stacy made a silent licking motion with her tongue towards Wendell, and then he started again. "OHHH GODD YESSS!!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

"UNGGHH, Yeah!" Hank began to grunt. He pulled hard on Wendell's hips and Wendell could he feel him throbing. Each throb leaving cum deep inside Leah's pussy. "Hoo...wooh.." Hank said, pulling out. "Damn. You're pretty good. Hard to compare, but Stacy-"

"SHUT. YOUR. FUCKING. MOUTH." Stacy stepped out to reveal herself and Wendell follower her only with his head. He never removed his hands. Stacy wouldn't want that. "This fucking cow? That's who you cheat on me with this time? We're fucking over Hank. DONE!"

"Stacy I-this was a mistake. I mean, my hormones are all-"

"Hank! We're done!'

"Oh, no! I don't think we are babe-"

"Hank!" Stacy shouted but then got very scary calm and quiet, "Francis. Leave me alone or I will tell, everyone." she said right to the huge man's eyes.

Hank took a glance over to Wendell, still motionless, and then back to Stacy. "All right," he said pulling up his pants, "you won't hear from me again. Come on Leah, let's go."

Wendell still didn't move and stayed totally silent.

"What the fuck ever!" Hank said and he stormed out the room. "Don't have time for any of this shi-" the slamming door cut off his complaints. Stacy looked over to the waiting Wendell. She strolled up and put her arm on his shoulder.

"You can relax now," She said and so he did. He took his hands off the horse and stood upright. "Take that bitch off, and get dressed."

--

Wendell was just fixing the last button on his shirt when Stacy strolled up to him. "I'm very proud of you, Wendell," she said running a hand through the side of his dark hair. "The sorority...tonight..come in through my window. I'll hang up my sweater in the window, so you know which one it is. We'll...figure out where this is all headed while you get some...exercise."

I....what the hell just happended to me? I would've done...anything for her... There's no way in hell I can go to her room. NO WAY!