Catch up with Grant on the way to school.

"This is nice. When was the last time you and I had a normal bus ride to school?" Said Grant through his orcish underbite, the large canines framing his jaw seemed to amplify his once quite voice into a booming, gravel toned, loudspeaker.

Beth couldn't help but laugh, playfully pinching Grant's well defined, deltoid. "Maybe we should rethink our definition of normal."

"The whole world's had to do that Beth, not just us...But yeah, I get what you mean," he says while desperately trying to not ogle his best friend. Beth loved how much of a gentleman Grant was but his inability to look at her without blushing or sturggling to find somewhere to focus his gaze was starting to really annoy her.

"Grant, for fuck sake, you can look. I'm well aware my body is straight out of a pornhub video. I won't bite your head off for staring at my tits." Her words caused Grant to relax a bit; Beth could actually see the tension release from the Orc-boys oversized muscles.

"Sorry. I guess I just didn't want you thinking I was just another pervy creep."

"A bit late for that. Thought you were a pervy creep even before the changing day," said Bethany, trying desperately to keep a straight face. She reassured the big oaf with a playful nudge of her elbow into his side and a sly smile. Grant was right. This bit of normalcy was exactly what the two friends had been needing. "It's not like I can hide these things anyway," continued Beth as she looked down at her bust, pushing it out to highlight her point. Grant gave a nervous and very audible gulp."Barely anything fits me any more without a button popping off or ripping under the strain. It's actually really annoying."

"I've got a strain you can help me deal with." The sentence sounded whispered and distant.

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"I could swear...never mind. It doesn't matter." It had sounded whispered and distant but Beth was sure she heard Grant say something. Mulling it over, Beth realised that his lips hadn't moved at all. Had it just been her imagination? A sudden growl from her stomach broke her train of thought. "And that will be my body reminding that I skipped breakfast. I'm going to be starving until lunch period," she said with a heavy sigh.

"I got your meal right here you cock hungry slut!" Without further warning, Grant's muscular hand grabs the back of Bethany's head and shoves her down onto his waiting cock. The beefy orc meat, forcing its way passed her lips and deep into her unprepared throat. Just has Beth is **** to bottom out at Grant's base and her gag reflex kicks in, her eyes refocus, followed by a sharp intake of air. Beth finds herself sitting up right and unmolested as the unnatural rush of oxygen into her lungs causes her to violently cough.

A worried Grant is now rubbing her back, asking what happened. A brief visual scan through cough induced tears informs Beth that Grant's bulge is still well hidden under his clothes. Did...Did I just day dream about Grant mouth fucking me? I actually felt his thing hit the back of my throat! What the fuck!

"Earth to Beth. Hello! Are you alright? You're starting to scare me here." Shock, horror and worry all seem to converge on the her friends face, his orcish features exaggerating his natural expression.

"I'm...*cough*... I'm fine. Must of been a stray hair...caught my throat is all."