Chapter 10: A Much Needed Pick Me Up.

After lunch, I was still feeling kind of down about my grandpa and everything and it lasted right up through third period. When I arrived to 4th. The site of Miss Ferdinanda and her absolutely monstrous tits instantly turn me right around. I don't know if it was really her boobs, or maybe it was the way she was looking at me. Sitting at her desk, her jet black garter straps for showing quite a bit. Looking away from her stocking covered legs I cannot help but stare at the thick trunks that the straps are resting against that also stretch out her professional looking skirt. Following the line of her big thighs, I then see her bulging gut just about sitting in her lap. Her blouse more than big enough to contain it, it certainly stretches the moment it comes into contact with her absolutely out of this world tits. Big and heavy, it is clear that her bra is stretching and struggling to keep the massive heavyweights where she wants them.

A big woman with confidence is a very rare thing and even though Miss Ferdinanda is not the prettiest big girl I've ever seen, she certainly has the confidence of a runway model. Tilting her head slightly, she allows her eyes to swivel towards me and when she looks, I can see her give me a very quick look up and down. Seemingly satisfied with what she sees, she takes a small breath which has major implications. Doesn't take much to make those giant boobs move and when they do it only stretches out her button up blouse even more. Inching beyond the boundaries of her open jacket, her supersized mega tits rise and then fall as she exhales. Looking up, the nostrils of her thin, but hooked nose flair as she returns her attention to the lesson at hand.

Today is self study and that means she'll spend the majority of her time at her desk. Every so often she will get up and walk up and down between the desk to make sure that people are staying on task. Walking past me multiple times, it is not until everyone is thoroughly distracted by their work that when she comes up to me, she stops.

Pusheen her left knee forward, I have to notice a little bit for thigh that's an expanse beyond the other big one. Looking down at my work, she is suitably impressed. Then the next thing I know she's bending down close to my ear. "I heard about your grandfather and I just wanted to tell you that I'm truly sorry for your loss..."

When she says this, I can feel her warm breath caress my ear, the scent of her minty fresh breath pleasantly invading my nose. Casting her a sideways glance, I avoid confident curl up her lips so I can peek down definitely unbuttoned blouse. Fortunate draw again, I also see upper cleavage. Definitively soft they made a fat, her skin ripples in such a way that tells me her breast are definitely aided by her weight.

"There is anything you ever need, timothy, my door is always open." Miss Ferdinando says with an even deeper front, that she keeps just low enough for only me to hear. Even though I am a virgin, I have watched more than enough pornos to know that this is an open invitation into her bedroom! Suddenly struggling to concentrate, all I can imagine is her wearing something very sexy and giant boobs dangling and she leans forward ever so slightly as she seduces me.

She may be no Vicky black, or any of the other numerous hot girls that populate my school, but she is a woman and I am a man. I am a man who has been **** to lose his virginity for a very long time. But I look up, I watch as my teacher takes her seat and then makes eye contact with me. Smirking a little bit, wait for returning her attention to the work on her desk.

When class gets out and I am heading down to grab my stuff and catch the bus, I cannot get the thought of my teacher out of my mind. "Okay, Timothy, it's time to settle down. So an older woman wants to fuck your brains out. But is it really worth it? What would everyone think they found out that you did it with the fat teacher? Sure she's got big knockers, but that is not an excuse enough. Knowing that I need to get the sight of my fat teacher in just her underwear out of my head, I decide to skip the bus and go to the football field out back.

Why? Because today the cheerleaders will be practicing and who leads the cheerleaders?

Victoria Black.

Even though I know her secrets, nobody else knows that I know, so who would blame me I decided to go outside and got for a little while? It's not like she's the only hot girl to love her yet there's plenty of others that Kenny surely give me more than enough inspiration update my imagination. Really not that hard. All I have to do is replace Miss Ferdinando with one of those girls wearing the exact same thing and presto! I'm creaming to the hot girls all over again. Already smiling at the thought watching some of the best looking girls in school jump and shake around, I am already at half mast when I approach the field and see that they are already in the middle of practice. Climbing up the stands, I sit close, but not too close to be obvious. Sitting more or less alone, there's a few other people gathered to. Birds and cast offs like myself. They all come knowing for a fact that they don't stand a chance. Closer to the sidelines are a group of guys that do stand a chance. Huddle close together, they are wearing their letterman jackets and other clothing that definitely points out they are the upper echelon of the social order. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why they're here. They all want a chance to tag of sought after cheerleader of them all.

They should all know by now that they don't stand any better of a chance than us losers in the nosebleeds. Victoria black has graduated the college men. She has no interest in high school boys anymore. Word has it that she's dating a guy in college, but from what I've seen I think that's about as true as the rumors of people saying they have seen sasquatch.

Irregardless of the motivations of the guys in attendance, I'm only here for one thing and one thing only. Bouncing titties. Fucking out over the field, I see that it is filled with 20 plus girls and the Pinnacle of cheerleading perfection herself standing front and center. Yelling at the top she calls out the routine and then starts leading the sing-along for the cadence to follow.

Like everyone else, I am sitting on the edge of my seat as the girls in their arms, their pocket well moment they go up, suddenly slim back down step forward aggressively. Singing and shaking their shoulders, 20 plus pairs of various sized tits start shaking back and forth. Pumping their arms as they shuffle left and shuffle right, they throw timely leg kicks and then do spins. The entire time I am trying to focus on anybody but the redhead who is dominating center stage. Every time I try to look away and focus on another girl, I keep finding myself being drawn back to that amazingly fake body. It has to be just how everything is put together. Those tits are practically sticking straight out that she shakes her shoulders and then jumps up and down making them literally swing her t-shirt everywhere. Every kick of her leg reveals the prominent camel toe bulging into the front of her little, tight shorts and when she is not kicking, her hips are constantly in motion. When she twirls around, I feel my pupils literally go in circles as I follow the motions of that big and meaty butt. So perfect in every shape that makes up Victoria's epic curves, I guess it makes it even more sexy given the shape of her overall body. Thin legs, skinny torso and waste. The only blemish is the sight of that little jiggling tummy that flashes every time her top dances.

When I look over to my left at a group of guys who like to think they are alternative punk rockers, I can see that they are all sitting rather awkwardly, trying to hide from their friends that they are sporting full erections. The same as not that much different for the guys closer to the sidelines. The only difference is they have no problem advertising themselves for the ladies out on the field who are no doubt sizing them up and licking their chops.

When practice is over, I watch as Victoria turns and start shouting at her team. Getting them all paying attention, she finishes the practice with a much needed series of stretches. That in itself is a show as plenty of skin is revealed every time they've been forward. Because she is leading them, Victoria's back is to the rest of us so every time she bends down to touch her toes, we all get a site of that big and juicy ass threatening to rip her shorts in two.

Deciding to hang back when everybody leaves, I wait for the cheerleaders to leave the field and head for the locker rooms. Even though she is no longer leading them, Victoria still has an honored place at the front of the pack and in the center. As I watch them go, it is easy to see that a lot of the girls are shifting their gaze to their captain who has undoubtedly the best figure of them all. Seething with envy and a little bit of jealousy, they cannot help but whisper to themselves while Victoria and her ginormous knockers bounce firmly up and down from her proudly pushed out chest.

"Any of these girls would be acting just like that if they had the curves of Victoria Black." I sing with a little chuckle as I follow them from a distance and watch as they walk into the entrance to the gymnasium in a single file line. Managing to catch the door just as it closes, I keep my foot in the way as I peek through the window. When the door to the girls locker room shots, I slipped inside and then walk up to the door. Standing in front of it, I am staring at the handle as I contemplate doing something that I didn't think I'd be doing so soon.

Stopping time.

Going over everything that my grandfather instructed me before he died, I remember the most important aspect is that I must stand the exact same way when I restarted as I do when I stop it. After that I must be very careful not to disturb anything. If I do then I will have to repeat this day all over again and I really do not want to relive the sight of my mother walking into my bedroom after asking permission to enter. I cannot bear to see that look in her eye one more time.

So with a deep breath, I close my eyes and I pause momentarily with my hand in my pocket. Feeling the button on top of the pocket watch, I am rubbing my fingers along the face of it, taking in the ornate design carved into the brass. Exhaling slowly, I give it some time before I push down on the button. Not only do I pray that what I am about to do is not going to put me in another time loop, but I hope that enough time has passed for the girls inside too.

Opening my eyes, everything is the same. Taking a moment to remember this exact posture, once I am comfortable in my knowledge that I can replicate it, I finally relax and look around. Nothing is out of place and everything is as it should be. Grabbing the handle, I touch it with my finger and it stays. Normally a flames back up, but with time literally on pause, every action I do has no repercussion until I restart the clock. Pushing the handle a little bit more, I then carefully open the door. When I do it is like pushing on nothing. Like a piece of paper held in my hand and up like a flag. The moment the door swings open, I immediately looking at rows of girls and various states of undress. Walking in carefully I am privy to more skin in real life than I have ever viewed on YouTube, or porn tube. Taking great care as I walk in between the rows of girls, I take little peeks here and there. Most of the girls I check out are the ones who are taking off their bras. When I look inside quite a few of them are enhancing their busts with chicken cutlets. Not too terribly much, but enough to give them a more fuller shape. So far I have not run into one girl to nearly as bad as the queen herself. Not surprisingly when I check out the second row of lockers I don't see her anywhere. Walking over to the bathroom stalls next, I see that a couple are going to the bathroom with one already in the shower.

Blonde and curvy, she has a nice set of tits that hang like teardrops from her chest as she stands under the water in the middle of washing her hair. Looking down, she is not a gym rat, but she is not out of shape either. She's just a little soft, but in a sexy way.. carrying around behind her, she does have a nice butt too. In fact a lot of the girls here have nice looking asses even if they are small for the most part. Also, none of them are especially busty. I think the largest that I saw was a small sea. Most of the girls on the team are B cups and smaller. When I leave the shower, there's only one place left to go. The coach's office which straddles both locker rooms. Walking out to the door, put my hand on the handle and I notice there was resistance.

"Damn, it's locked." I curse under my breath. Stepping back I attempt to think of a way around this little conundrum. To be honest, I can't really think of anything. Really sucks too cuz I really wanted comfortable she was getting undressed knowing that just on the other side of the door was 20 women who are buying for the opportunity to see exactly the same thing. Working on the floor, I don't see a set of keys lying around and grabbing the handle and feeling around the glass results in nothing loose or out of place. I guess if I want to see this, I'm going to have to do a little bit of prep ahead of time.

Returning to where I began, I get into position and with my hand in my pocket, I restart time and go on my merry way. I did get plenty think about for tonight though. All of those beautiful women in various states of undress. The realization that a lot of the cute and perky boobs of the cheerleaders are mostly padding and other forms of artificial enhancement. Seems like pretty girls spend more time faking it than the ugly ones.

Of all of them pale in comparison to the most prolific bra stuffer I have ever seen... Victoria.

Getting a ride home from my mom, all it took was for me to tell her that I was doing a little extra credit after school. I already have great grades as it is, so she sees absolutely nothing out of the ordinary when I say I want to stay and earn some extra credit. When I get home, I bide my time for tonight. She may have dashed me today by locking the door to the coaches office, but she wasn't going to do it to me tonight. All I wanted to do was see those epic thanks, thanks that everyone compares themselves to because they think they are real. Waiting until it is well after dark, I go right to the garage and grab a short step ladder. I don't have to worry about waking up my mom's. She snores so loud that if that doesn't wake her up, nothing will. Walking across the lawn in the dead of night, I look around to see outside lights on, but no movement whatsoever. Knowing right where her bathroom window is, I set up my ladder and I climbed and look inside.

"Not here..." I mutter as I climb down and then walk all the way around the house to her bedroom window. Because it is facing the backyard, she never thinks to close the curtains.

I could have squeezed myself between the addition and the fence, but I really didn't feel like being squished. Plus there's always a possibility of me breaking a stick or causing some sort of noise that could alert her to my presence. When I finally approach her window and peek through the glass, I see her laying on top of her bed with her knees up and wearing nothing but her big fake curves. Writhing and slithering on top of the sheets, she is clearly masturbating as that's one arm is reaching down, her hand hidden by her raise thighs. Looking like she is **** to get off, I can see that she is playing with her big left boob that ain't lame attempt at trying to enjoy it. Her foam hips bouncing softly up and down, she is clearly attached to those fake curves almost as if they are her own. Watching as they pick up speed, I see her look down at the enormous falsies still taped to her chest. So big and heavy, they may stick up from her chest, but one is definitely leaning towards the window. Watching that Big Brown nipple bounce up and down as it rocks back and forth, I see her turn her head and then pushes big fake boob in her left hand towards her waiting lips. Taking the fake nipple between her lips and starting to suckle, the moment she does that her hips start bouncing harder and faster.

"Ooooh.... UH UH UH UH UH!" Victoria moans hard, the power of her guttural moan allows to be heard through the glass. Seeing her passions finally build, it is obvious that she is getting close as her toes start to curl. Straightening out hard and curling like vice grips, I know it is only a matter of time before she gets off to sucking and playing with their own fake tits! "MMMMMMMMMMM!" Moaning even deeper, her orgasm is imminent! Watching her hips lift even higher, I catch sight of the foam enhancer she wears to make her vagina look more mature. Dropping her hips and thrusting them up a little bit higher, I see that the only finger she has shoved in her is her middle one and it is working fast and furious!

Standing there like an idiot watching, I have never seen a woman masturbate before and I'm getting turned on just from watching it. Feeling my cock start to throb, I want a burst of that window and take care of that big itch between those skinny little legs for her once and for all! Fake body or not, right now Victoria Black is the sexiest woman I have ever seen!

But then a cruel and unforgiving thought flashes through my mind. Unable to resist, I quickly hurry to her front door and duck behind the big hedge that flanks either side of it. Reaching out, I start hammering on the doorbell!

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!*

Sucking back behind the bush, I am waiting for it feels like eternity when I reach into my pocket for the second time today. Finding the plunger, I pause time and decide to see if Victoria is going to answer the door or not. Coming out of my hiding place all I have to do is look into the living room window to see her frozen in mid step. Pissed off and annoyed, she is in the middle of buttoning up her pajama blouse.

She isn't even wearing a bra...

Talking back down into my little hidey hole behind the hedge, I restart time and wait with a big grin on my face.

*Click... Chunk, chunk, slide! Creek!*

"Hello?!" I hear Victoria's voice echo into the night. Looking in the gap between the shrub and her house, I can only see her face and her massive big boobs. Covered in pink silk, they look absolutely spectacular as they stretch out that unforgiving top. Closing time right then and there, I climb out from behind the shrub to see how it looks in the front. Already I can see that she had no intention of standing at the door for very long. Even though the top is buttoned up to completely cover her heaving leviathans, her bottoms were thrown on and then not tied up. Looking at the strings hanging lifelessly, I duck so I can look up her top. Seeing her belly hanging out, again it's not that bad, it's just comical to see. Below that her pants are starting to slip as the top of her bushy, fake pubes are sticking out of the waist line. Knowing that I can't do anything to affect the future with time on pause, I decided to go back to my little hidey hole when something catches my eye.

The center most button, located right between the judging swells of her epic fakes is losing the battle to stay closed. Already knowing that the fake titty queen is wearing a bra, I wait for her to shut the door when I decide to do it again.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!*

Hearing the door fly open as I see Victoria's entire head and burgeoning breasts surge through the door, it is more than obvious that she has reached her limits for the night. Built up sexual tension interrupted by doorbell pranks is a surefire way to piss anybody off! "Who the FUCK KEEPS..." Her voice surging when her pajama top suddenly zips back like a slingshot!

When those giant fake boobs suddenly appear, my face is all lit up as my thumb quick clicks top of the pocket watch! When time stops I suddenly realize the pickle I have put myself in. Never minding sudden pickle in my pants stand up out of the bush and walk over in front of Victoria who is literally leaning against the door jambs with a look of pure shock all over her face. In the process of looking down, I can see that her mouth is already starting to form the classic "O" ring as she quickly realizes better epic fake boobs are completely on display! Looking down, I can immediately see why her blouse fails. Sticking out at nearly 45 degrees each from her chest, there's just simply not enough Vicki for such a massive amount of make believe! With each nipple literally pointing in the opposite direction of the other, I can literally look between them and see her little belly hanging forward like a little butterball. On the verge of busting a nut, all it takes for me is to look down a little bit more to see that her pants are already in the process of falling completely down! Fake fur ball hanging all the way out, the swell of her foam wonder muffin is on the verge of exposure as nearly the entirety of her foam boosted caboose is already at a full moon!

Unable to tear my gaze away from the literal disturbing of the "hottest" girl in school, my balls completely drain into the crotch my pants! Now feeling the stickiness of my massive cum shot bathing my cock, I **** myself back to my cover and hit the button.

I already know that I'm going to have to relive this day again, but is it really all that bad? You know what, this is a good day to relive only once.

The moment time starts up again, the night sky fills with the bloodthirsty screams of Victoria as she stands in her doorway literally showing off her curvy dreams!

Thank God it's 11:00! Or this could have been much, much worse.