Chapter 11: A Typical Wednesday...

I really wasn't sure what to expect when I woke up the next morning. Had my use of the watch violated some rule of the SpaceTime continuum where I would have to repeat my day after all? When I looked at my door the answer was immediately clear. I had not. Staring at it, I'm almost willing for it to knock again, but that's only out of fear of having broken the rules. To be honest I'm glad that door is not knocking and I don't have to face my mother again.

Putting on my glasses, I I am just about to get comfortable sitting up so I could reflect on yesterday when a quick glance at the time told me that I was running behind! It wasn't until I was in the shower did I have a little bit of time to actually go over everything. The first thing I needed to reconcile was Vicki. I don't honestly understand her sometimes. She comes over and can be so nice but then when she's around me she can be so mean. I remember very well when we were kids that she used to constantly talk about the pretty girls on the magazine covers, or point out girls who were developed and how she wanted to be like them when she grew up. So obsessed with her looks and how people looked at her, it kind of makes sense why we drifted apart. I I cared about my looks too, just not like she did. I always thought I looked very handsome and my little bow tie and my button-up shirts and in my neatly pressed trousers. In fact she used to say I looked cute as a button until 7th grade.

The moment Vicki Black started wearing a bra was when everything started to change. She started getting attention from the cooler boys and the cool girls started noticing her and talking to her. It literally felt like overnight and Vicki had become one of them. It happened so fast, so hard and so quick that it almost felt like she was always one of them! Before becoming one of the cool kids her and I would watch everything together and do everything together. We played house, she would play games with me, we even watch the same TV shows. I don't know if this is true now, but growing up her and I would binge watch Star Trek together anytime a marathon came on tv. Yeah, those were the days. Oh yeah, and Sara was there too, but my eyes were always for the cutie next door.

That's why her calling me Timbo really struck a cord deep down inside. I know she said it in front of my mom, but she still remembered it. But then when my Mom leaves I'll become an operation to her and yet something inside of me tells me that I'm not. I get the feeling that she wants me to catch up. Throw up.. stop being a wimp. Looking down at my naked body in the shower I know that I don't have a pinky dick. Hell, her in the entire school at seen me pop more boners than I care to count! She knows that I don't have a peanut and yet constantly calls it a peanut! And when she does everybody laughs at me and then she just puts on this really cocky look and sticks out those big and bogus tits and I'm done.

It isn't until I am brushing my teeth and combing my hair, the comb Midway through pushing my hair across my head when I stare at my reflection. Watching my face fall in potential realization, I start to wonder if maybe I get turned on by dominant women? As it flashes through my head the next thing I know I'm shaking it. "No Timmy, you like big boobs, always have, always will! What you need to do is find a girl with some big knockers and is hot! What do girls with big boobs like? Cool guys." Talking to myself in the mirror with my towel wrapped around my waist, I start smiling and posing for myself in the mirror. For a third I think I look pretty good. Okay, I could use some sun but you know... I have a pretty decent physique for a guy that doesn't work out. "I"d totally date Vicki if she were real, now her friends..." Closing my eyes I start thinking about Alicia and Natalie. Even next to Vicki Natalie is the prettiest of the three, but her legs are kind of thick and her arms too. Not fat girl thick, just too big for what I want. What I want is a real version of Victoria. So what if I have to downgrade my expectations on the size of her butt and boobs. That left only Alicia. "A real woman overshadowed by a fake..." Dropping my towel, I start imagining Alicia naked, that bubbly butt with that extra jiggle along with those pneumatic looking breasts of hers. A *real* D cup, they're more than big enough. Thing I know I'm pounding one out.

When I come out to the kitchen for breakfast I don't see my mother in the kitchen, but my breakfast is laid out for me. Taking a seat, I I'm in the middle of eating my Cheerios when she finally arrives. Looking like she got run over by a bus, the **** of Grandpa Roger is hitting her hard. "Hey Mom." I say looking up at her tentatively. I can feel her pain and it hurts me too.

"Good morning Timmy. How did you sleep?" She asks me as she walks over to the dishwasher to put the dishes away.

"I slept good. How about you?" I already know the answer to this one.

"Not very well. I did find out yesterday that your grandpa left you something in his will. My mother says, her enthusiasm completely gone for doing her chores. Usually she is down to business and very efficient. Careful, but efficient. Today is just like, whatever.

"What? He left me something in his will? What?" I say forgetting all about my breakfast.

"I'll go get it." My mother says and then disappears to her bedroom. When she comes back she is holding an envelope.

Taking it from her it feels pretty hefty and when I open it it's filled to the brim with hundred dollar bills. "There has to be two grand in here!"

"It's actually $5,000. There's also a letter that it came with. I meant to tell you last night at dinner, but I forgot." She says looking sorrowful.

"It's okay mom." I say taking her hand patting it as I look her in the eye deeply.

"Grandpa Roger meant a lot to me. He was the last connection I had with your father. They looked so alike." She says as a fresh round of tears starts welling in her eyes.

"I know mom." I say, standing up this time and wrapping her in a hug. When she hugs me back, she squeezes tightly, almost as if she is trying to wheel away all of her heartbreak and pain. It is then that I realized that she is not only mourning the loss of grandpa, but of dad all over again. Ever since he died she has not been on one date or even made an attempt to talk to a single man. When she said till **** do us part, she meant it to mean when she dies too. Unfortunately I don't think she thought it would mean spending half of her life alone. In this moment I see something in my mother that I never realized. Dedication and heart. After years I'm spitting on the woman that always treated me like a child long after I was no longer one, finally found something to admire in her.

I also explain the reason she still looks at me like I'm 10 years old. Wait, never mind. She has never liked the fact that I was growing up.

Anyways after she leaves to go cry, I sit back down at the kitchen table and pull out the handwritten letter my grandpa left for me.

"Timothy,

By now you already have the watch and have most likely put yourself in your very first time loop. If you are reading this letter then you have not succumbed to insanity! You may have already learned some limitations with what I have given you. I have passed on to you a family heirloom. Guard it well and treat it with the utmost respect. It is a gift from the cosmos and with it you can have a little bit of fun, but remember that in the end the heavens will always win. Whatever you do do not try to alter future events with knowledge gained while you have stopped time.

What does this have anything to do with what is in the envelope? It depends on how you look at it. When I was your age there was a woman that I had fallen head over heels in love with. Her name was Jeanine and she was the most beautiful woman in town. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I tried to win her heart she constantly rejected me. This may have played a reason into why I was so horrible to your grandmother. Now you don't be bringing up these old wounds, okay Young man? I am sharing them with you as a way of saying goodbye. I know my time is coming fast. Almost too fast. I needed to get this written down because I don't think I'm going to make it to the end of the night. I just have that feeling and someday you will too. I love you Timothy. I hope this money that I have left you can be put to good use. Maybe you can use it to help you get out of your own shadow. It's something that I was unable to do.

With regards,

Roger Cornelius Holton."

Sitting at the kitchen table in stunt silence fairing at the wall with yards there as I fold the letter, the last correspondence, slowly. My grandfather did die the night that I went to talk to him. I can't remember everything he said, but I do have a written down. All I remember is stopping by to see him about the time loop and how to get out of it. Closing my eyes I can still see him smoking his pipe and bully engaged in conversing with me. I pray that I never forget this image even though it is an image garnered from a mistake in the time space continuum. A mistake that I caused. Looking back down at the folded letter now sitting underneath my hands, I realize that this was what he was doing the night he died. This is why he kicked Grandma out of the house and why she was next door. He wanted privacy, he wanted to be alone. He wanted to open the door to his heart one more time to a grandson he hardly even knew. Our only bond is the watch, the watch that I can feel ticking against my leg, secure in my pants pocket.

Opening up the envelope, I can see that the bills are old and look like they've been stashed away over the years. I don't even know if Grandma Phyllis knew about this until after Grandpa died. Reading the letter again, something sticks out at me. It is his final lesson which is as obvious as dark is to night.

Use this money to get out of your own shadow.

Replaying that in my mind, I can almost hear Grandpa Roger saying it to me himself. Standing up I walk over to the mirror above the couch and look at my reflection. I have ditched the bow tie, but I'm still combing my hair like I have been since I was in grade school and I'm still stuck with these glasses. I could change everything about me, but as long as I have these thick pieces of glass covering my face, I'm always going to be called a loser and a nerd. They also make my eyes appear so small and beady. I would take them off to see how I look without them, but when I do everything is so blurry. That's when it hits me. I could use the money to get laser eye surgery and be rid of these glasses forever! There's enough money in here that I can make my own appointment and I'm old enough where I don't need my mother's signature anymore!

I think missing a few days of school is worth it, but not today, I have to catch the bus!

Making it to the bus stop in time, I climb the steps see that Sarah is already sitting in our seat. Dropping down next to her, I look over at her and smile. Looking over at me, she waves but her smile is tinged with sadness. "Is everything okay?"

Sighing, she looks away and down at her lap. "Can we hang out after school today?" Asking and she looks up with me with those big puppy dog eyes.

"Sure." I say.

"Great!" Sarah says excitedly, her demeanor completely changing like I had flicked some sort of light switch or something. Next thing I know she is excitedly pulling her backpack to her lap. "I brought all of my magic the gathering cards. I'm so going to kick your butt today!"

Looking down to see the boxes playing cards stuffed inside, I look up and swallow hard. "Heh... We'll see about that."

We get off the bus, I can see the way Sara is looking at me. She is giving me those eyes again. First time I saw them I had no idea what they meant and the next thing I knew we were making out. Shivering at the thought of experiencing that all over again, I do my best to not let her see that throughout the day. Unfortunately for me, that doesn't stop Vicki from pointing it out at lunch time.

Sitting in a booth, Sara and I are eating our lunch. Like this morning, I can see the way she is looking at me and it is giving me the heebie geebies. It is so obvious that she wants me and cannot wait to come over to show me. Working around, I can see that others are looking over at us and laughing at Sara tries acting like a sexy girl.

Twisting her side of the booth, she is trying to show off her bulging T-shirt just to like Victoria. "I wore this extra tight top just for you today. Do you like it? Does it show off my rapid development? You know, my womanly boobs?"

Feeling super uncomfortable and having to listen to this and know that other people are hearing this, I do not know what is compelling me to stay. In fact this is becoming too much.

"There's a big pair of boobs right here for you to stare at, Timmy. You don't need to look anywhere else. Rrrrrrrrrrrr.... *Clack clack clack*"

Watching this train wreck think she is sexy by purring like a cat with damaged vocal cords and chomping her teeth like a pair of dentures while twisting and contorting her body comically to show off her widely known tissue tits, makes me look away in shame. Absolutely humiliated, I can see everyone looking at me and laughing. They don't feel bad, they think that I see really enjoy this kind of thing! Maybe I would, but not in public! Feeling my cheeks burn, I cannot imagine this getting any worse.

"Awwwwww... Isn't this cute? Timmy's loser girlfriend is showing off for him!"

I should really learn to stop saying these things to myself. Lowering my hand, I look up to see Victoria towering over our table with her hands on her waist and her big boobs pushed right out grinning mischievously. Flanked by Natalie and Alicia, they two are looking down at us condescendingly and poised to show off their far superior assets.

"Not really." Natalie says looking down at Sara with absolute disgust.

"Yeah, a couple of freaks!" Alicia says has she tosses her hair and sticks out her breasts trying to copy Vicki.

Glancing over, Victoria rolls her eyes at her own friend. No one can stack up to her and she knows it. With a little roll of her shoulders, she completely decimates Alicia's attempt at parity as those mega tits stretch out and spread just a little bit further making a sight worthy for porn. A quick glance around confirms the public's appreciation for Victoria's posing and posturing as all eyes instantly drift to her and her fantastic body.

A body that right now I wish was really real right now. God, what I would do to her if it was! Of course there is the little inconvenience of being a quick shot, but I don't want to dwell on that.

Completely lost in her own excitement at what she thinks is going to be going on between us after school, she is still flaunting and she sticks up her chin mimicking arrogance. "I have everything he wants and needs." She says still happily showing off.

"Huh... Let's see about that, shall we?" Victoria announces and then pulls Sara out from her side of the booth by pulling on her ponytail. Holding it up, Sara starts squealing as she slaps at the redhead's hands trying to get free.

Before I can do anything, I too am pulled out of the booth by Natalie and Alicia! Pinning me in place by tightly holding onto each of my arms, all of the wiggling and warming in the world cannot set me free. Realizing this, I am **** to watch my only friend get teased and picked on all over again by the most mercifulous woman I have ever met.

"Ow ow ow ow! Let me go, please!" Sara whines, confidence instantly evaporating as she transforms back into the little girl loser she really is!

Tilting her head back and laughing, Victoria is completely enjoying this domination over a much weaker foe. Standing on top of her 4-in heels, she towers over the little blonde who is maybe 5'3 with her shoes on. This gives Victoria a 5 inch height advantage. "Before I do anything to you, let' see if your lame boyfriend is really enjoying watching you show off that pathetic chest of yours." She says then turns her heart and gaze to me and looks down. Joined by her friends, they all look to my crotch for any signs of excitement. Seeing none, Victoria nods her head slightly impressed.

"I hate to break your pathetic heart, but I think Timmy finally outgrew you. He graduated to nudie magazines." Victoria says then lifts the hem of Sara's t-shirt inch by agonizing inch.

"No, please stop! Don't reveal my boobies again!" Sara instantly starts crying as she twists and turns, still trying to pry Victoria's hand free. Her hips still twisting, it doesn't take long for the crotch of her jeans to rapidly expand.

"Awwwwww did Sara go pee pee in her diapie again?" Victoria laughs, talking like a mother would to her child, only if the mother was a bitch, as she stops the shirt right underneath Sara's fake boobs.

All around us people are laughing hysterically. A senior in high school still stuffing her bra and wearing pull-ups to school. This will never get old to them. Watching the destruction of Sara right before my eyes, I suddenly realize why I could never be with her or find her humiliation sexy. It's because she turns into the biggest baby in the world! She really is an overgrown baby! I don't know any other way to put it, but she is literally a little girl way out of her element. High school is way too much for her fragile state of mind.

"Looks like we may need some of those tissues to clean you up whiddle Sawa..." Cooing obnoxiously, Victoria resume lifting Sara's blouse until the cones of her full coverage bra pop in the view. Surrounded by support, it is the perfect bra to stuff, but Sara's skill at crafting boobs out of toilet paper is severely lacking. Lumpy and bumpy, it is obvious that they are artificially filled. "Say this is really pathetic. How long have you been doing this now, nearly 6 years and you still suck. No wonder why Timmy doesn't get a boner."

"But we know you do, Vicki!" Alicia and Natalie sing as they push into either side of me and cram their big tits together.

With Vicky's epic boobs sticking right out at me and having two sets of beautiful tits creating long lines of bubbling cleavage on either side of me, I can no longer hold back my desire and like a spring my dick pops out.

"Come on, Timmy... I want to see you make a big mess in your pants." Alicia whispers into my ear, her seductive voice cutting through my willpower like a sharp knife pressed gently against fishing line.

*Splat!*

"And there it is! Timmy creams!!" Natalie announces triumphantly and then she and Alicia turn me around to show the crowd!

Cheeks burning three shades of red, I am **** to listen as everyone points and laughs at me. Even the ugly fat girls are getting a kick out of this. I feel so pathetic. I can't even control myself in front of girls wearing their clothes. The moment they show off their cleavage I go boom. How am I supposed to ever get laid if I can't even make it to first base? How am I supposed to attract Alicia if she knows that I am a one second man?

Swallowing hard to keep from crying, I cannot stop my eyes from watering up. This is why I'm a loser. This is why everybody looks down on me and why I am at the very bottom of the totem pole. It's so bad that even the chess team is pointing and laughing at me!S Suffering through the cat calls of pathetic, loser and Minuteman is not nearly as bad as what is happening to Sara.

But they're stuffed frog completely exposed and thrusted towards the lunchroom that is all laughing so hard that they are pounding their tables like delegates at the constitutional convention, Victoria it's already reaching in and pulling the tissues out bring them all over the floor, she leaves a few just so they can stick out everywhere. Stepping back to show off her handy work as well as show off her much superior bust, she emphasizes the difference between her bulging t-shirt and her victims shriveled up bra cups. "Oopsies... It looks like you ran out before I was done." Continue talk starts to crash now. Grabbing hold of either side of Sarah's pants, she gives them a mighty tug to reveal the poor girls completely soaked Pull-Up! "There, now you look your age."

Then we are released. Turning on their heels, Victoria and her crew strut off, shaking their tails in their wake. Left in the middle of the lunchroom in soaking wet jeans, peed in diapers and toilet paper all over the floor, Sara and I are rechristened as the absolute most pitiful couple of human beings ever to exist. After that humiliating episode, all of my begging to be allowed to go home early falls on deaf ears. The teachers know this is happening and do nothing to stop it. School has an anti-bullying policy and yet they don't even enforce it.

"Just go to class. If you keep allowing them to get to you, they're going to keep coming after you." Mrs Richardson, the vice principal, says to me for closing the door in my face.

Trudging off to third period upset and disgruntled, I am **** to sit through 40 minutes of giggling and whispering about me. Some of the girls were openly teasing me with their cleavage when the teachers back was turned. I didn't react, but the damage was done. Everybody knew that I was a sucker for Victoria and her friends.

The only bright spot in my day was fourth period with Miss Ferdinanda. No doubt she had heard about my latest failure and yet there she was still making eyes at me and subtly showing off her massive tits whenever everybody was distracted or studying. By now it is obvious even to me that she is openly flirting with me.

I don't know why, a woman, even as big as she, can get any man she wants because she has those big and juicy tits.