Allison's Education, Part 2 - Home Economics

Allison's Education, Part 2 - Home Economics

Story by All These Roadworks (2024).

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Allison didn’t like her new school, but her parents were very insistent that she would finish the year there.

“After being kicked out of your last school for being a slut, I don’t think you have many options,” said her mother.

“I wasn’t kicked out for being a slut!” Allison objected. “It was because my breasts were too big!”

“Yes, and that makes you look like a slut,” said her mother. “Don’t argue with me, Allison. Sit here at the table with me and help me prepare some notebooks for you. If you pay attention, maybe you’ll even graduate.”

Allison sat with her mother, and pouted – and pouted more when she saw the notebook her mother was making.

It read “Lessons About My Fuckbags” on the cover, and it had a photo of Allison in the middle, and it had her name at the bottom. And once it was done, Allison’s mother opened it and pressed a pen into Allison’s hand.

“It will be so special to write all the things you learn in here,” she said. “A special journal about your relationship with your big, slutty tits. Here, why don’t you write down the thing you learned yesterday? About how you’re nothing but a life support system for your udders?”

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Allison had at least made some friends on her first day at school, and one of them was a cute blonde named Kiki, who seemed to think Allison’s oversized breasts were an asset. Judging by the way Kiki stared at her tits, Allison suspected the girl might be a lesbian, or bisexual, but she was too grateful for having a friend to interrogate Kiki’s at traction.

“I love this school,” Kiki told her. “Learning about how my body is designed for making babies is so much easier than doing, like, maths and stuff.”

Kiki had a boyfriend named Sean, and Allison noted that Sean liked to stare at Allison’s tits too. She had no such confusion about what he might want to do with them.

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On her second day at school, Allison took Home Economics with Mr Callows, a middle-aged teacher with a goatee.

“So why is a woman's place in the kitchen and the bedroom?,” asked Mr Callows. “Anyone?”

Allison’s cute blonde friend Kiki put up her hand.

“Ms Kitten in biology says women are for making babies,” she said, eagerly.

“That’s a good answer, Kiki,” Mr Callows replied, “but there’s more to it than that. After all, if it was just that they were baby factories, men could impregnate them in the office during their lunch break. They could still work normal jobs, in between their impregnations.”

He shook a finger at the class. “No, the real issue for women is that their brains aren’t made for thinking. Their whole body is built for breeding and pregnancy, and that means there’s a lot of distracting chemicals in their brains. When a woman gets horny, she’s liable to forget all about her work in order to find some semen to drink, or a cock to plug her fuckhole with.”

“They’re also not very good with numbers,” he continued. “Most find it unpleasant to count numbers higher than the number of holes in their body that can hold cocks. And they’re not comfortable with directions and maps. A woman is happiest when her only journeys are between the bedroom, the toilet and the kitchen.”

David, sitting in the back row, frowned and raised his hand.

“Mr Callows, if girls are so dumb,” he asked, “then why do they go to school here?”

Mr Callows smiled. “Well,” he said, “studies show that boys learn better when they have pretty fucktoys in their field of view. And besides, it’s hard for girls to learn how to start pleasing boys if they’re at home and the boys are at school.”

He moved to stand beside Allison, and poked at her large tits with his finger.

“Take the example of Allison here,” he said.

Everyone turned to stare at Allison, and she blushed.

“Look at those enormous udders Allison has,” said Mr Callows. “I imagine she has difficulty keeping her balance when she walks. I wouldn’t be surprised if the weight of those fuckmelons makes her fall face-down on a regular basis. And they must hurt her back.”

He winked at the class. “Don’t you think a body like this is better designed to be lying on its back in bed, with its legs spread? Or perhaps crawling about the kitchen on all fours?”

There were a chorus of “yes” replies from the class, but Mr Callows made Allison get down on all fours to help the class visualise, and had her crawl about the room a bit.

“Take a note of that, because it will be on the test,” said Mr Callows. “Allison deserves to crawl on all fours because of her giant fuckbags.”

The whole class noted it down, and when Allison got back to her desk she duly copied it into her “Lessons About My Fuckbags” notebook.

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Allison burned with embarrassment when she told her parents that night how she had learned that she “deserved to crawl”, and they agreed and expressed delight with how her education was coming along.

But that night, after her shower, Allison tentatively got down on all fours in the privacy of her room, and crawled about a bit with her tits hanging down beneath her…

… and she had to admit that it *did* feel better.

In fact, it felt right.

(TO BE CONTINUED)