Cotton's Big Morning

(Cotton's PoV)

Yeah! Fuck. Yeah! This class and quest are what I need to get my life on track. Miss Maria was right, I can't expect people to roll over for me. I have to put them in their place. I was being timid and tip-toeing into College.

I was born to strut.

I have a busy start to my Fall Semester. Cheerleader try-outs are next week and after that is the sororities’ Fall Recruitment. I’ll need all the help I can get to position my self for a big freshman year.

LifeQuest must’ve realized I’m not living up to my full potential. I can target the sorority, Beta Epsilon Tau, for Fall Recruitment. That’s where the hottest girls on campus are, so that’s where I should be.

Time to start Operation Cotton Conquers College. The quest is the perfect start. I need to win social media before the cheerleader tryouts. I need all the judges to associate me with school cheer.

More than that I need the students to be used to getting excited when I’m around. That’ll give a pop to my performance.

It starts with the outfit. I need something that shows my curves, but isn’t too obvious. Also, I need an excuse to take selfies to complete my quest. It’s Thursday and the football game is Saturday, gotta support the team.

I pick out a tight Beaumont Bucks girl cut football jersey and some cute jean shorts. Perfect look for a cheerleader who’s serious about her school. Under the jersey is my best bombshell push-up bra. The effect is just what I wanted. The “Beaumont” is stretched across the top of my chest and the number 80 is spread across my boobs.

There is a hint of my flat stomach when I raise my arms. I finish the look with some stickers on my cheeks and sneakers.

Now to spread some school spirit!

I find my first victims in the common room. A pair of freshman girls are sitting on the ends of the couch and talking about some boring subject. They sorely need some Big Cotton Energy.

“Sup Bitches?” I greet them energetically and drop between them in the couch, pulling both girls in. “Are you all ready for the game on Saturday? Can I get a ‘Go Bucks!’ for my Stargram?”

I pass my phone to the girl on my left and they both lean in while I straighten my back for the photo.

“Go Bucks!” We take several before agreeing on which on I should post. I tagged the girls and added the tag #buckpride.

The picture had the exact effect I hoped. My straightened back pushed my boobs forward and covered both of their inside boobs framing me perfectly. It’s subtle enough that I don’t seem overbearing, but I’m undeniably present.

Bonus points!

I wandered around the campus before class and continued to ambush groups of girls for pictures. I even managed to get a couple of group shots taken by a nearby boy. In each one, I was in the center. In each one, the girls next to me look small. As they should.

Before I posted the fifth shot, I want to be some place where I can receive my reward without causing a scene. I don’t know how big I’ll grow or what will happen to my shirt. My room is too far, I’ll go to the library. I can have some privacy there.

When I arrive I walk directly up to the front desk. It’s empty. Where is that loser? Whatever. I’m going to use the breakroom.

I walk back to the breakroom and see that loser standing behind the counter, looking awkward.

“Shouldn’t you be out there doing your job?” I’m about to give him a piece of my mind. “You should work hard like Miss Maria.”

He winces a bit, but doesn’t move. His face looks strained, but voice comes out smooth as always. “Maria told me to take a break.” Was that some gagging I heard?

“Are you alone?” I think I heard a pop. Now, I've given my fair share of naughty blowjobs to know what they sound like. I can’t believe this guys has the balls to get sucked off in the break room. It’s kind of hot. I’m not sure if I’ll be madder if he’s back here with some skank or if he’s pleasing himself like a some worthless gooner.

“Nothing to see here, just taking a break.” Don't focus on his voice. He adjusts his stance and asks: “Want me to make you a cappuccino?” His hands are busy behind the counter. I'm going to see what he's up to. I head for the table on the side of the room behind the counter. He'll have to turn around to get to the coffee machine.

"That sounds good. I'll let you make me a coffee." I take my seat and watch him expectantly. It looks like he's alone. As expected he is walking a bit funny. His pants aren't zippe ... wait ... what the fuck is that bulge? It's showing obviously through his pants, like he stuffed a can of soda in his pants. I've been with some big boys, but none that thick.

"Miss Cotton, my eyes are up here." He has the nerve to smirk at me as he says that!

"Your fly is down, dummy. You should pay attention to your appearance." I look away disgusted. "No one wants to see your blue boxers."

"I'm sorry, you must've gotten an eyeful." He's not sorry. He slowly reaches down and re-adjusts himself to zip his pants. Don't look! Don't look! "Let me get your coffee going."

Ughgh! I looked. He adjusted his bulge so it's even more obvious. What right does this bookish nerd with broad shoulders and a velvet voice have to be packing such a thick meat tube? He walks over and starts the machine. From this side angle I can see the bulge pressing forward from his pants.

I'm not even upset with him for finding someone to blow him in the break room. Is it his fat girlfriend? Where is she hiding?

"So about this party?"

The pants party? You're so invited. No stop! Don't fall for his sexy voice and massive bulge. You're in charge here. "Yes, the Fall Costume Ball your attendance is mandatory."

He paused to think about that. "I'm sure my girlfriend will have a costume idea for us."

That answer gets and immediate eyeroll. "That fatty is full of costume ideas." I have to admit I admire her creativity.

"What did you call my girlfriend?" He seemed offended. Like I said something that wasn't true. "Mean girls don't get coffee." He pulled out his phone and brought his bulge over to me. "Besides does she look like a fatty?"

I roll my eyes away from his pants and to his phone. "Did she make that costume? It's pretty good.”

"My girl has talent." He smiles a bit to smugly. He sounds nice when he's possessive. He started my coffee again.

"Maybe I'll have her make me a costume." The coffee is finished and he tops it with foam before offering me the mug. He pulled his hand back before I can grab it.

"I don't know. You'll have to be nice to her to get her to make you something."

"I don't do nice. Give me my coffee." I reach for my coffee but he moves it away at waist level and I'm not reaching across that bulge. Not in public. I sit back in my seat.

"Awww, don't pout, Miss Cotton." I wasn't pouting. I may have exhaled in annoyance. This isn't working sitting down. Why did I think that would intimidate him?

"She should be honored to make my costume." I stand up to look down on him. "Her Stargram only has a couple hundred followers. She would blow up if I tagged her." Looking down on him is hard when he's a full head taller than me. With such wide shoulders, and are his biceps filling his sleeves? No! No bulges! Focus on intimidating him. Arms crossed.

"You should be honored to wear her costume." He stepped forward and booped me on the nose. No one boops my nose! And then, interrupting my angry face, he lifts my coffee to take a sip.

"Hey! You made that for me!"

"Oh?" He makes a cute sound and puts the mug to my lips, nodding to it. He doesn't expect me to drink from his hand.

"Have a sip, then." He looks from my eyes to my lips to the cup and back to my eyes. He DOES expect me to drink from his hand. Maybe that won't be so bad. Did I hear a moan? I hope that wasn't me.

I take a sip. It's good. I have to look away from those smug eyes. He places my other hand on the mug and I take it from him.

I feel a hand on my back, guiding me towards the door. "If there is nothing else. I have my break to finish." I didn't give this nerd permission to touch me!

"I'm looking for a private room. I need to prepare for my first class." Good that sounded properly commanding.

"Right this way, Young Miss." His hand is still on my back. "We can get some... privacy." I said nothing about us needing privacy. But… I don't hate it when he says it that way. Is this why other girls like older men? Or am I losing my edge? I had my high school teacher’s wrapped around my fingers.

As we go out the door I hear a thump and some cursing. That's where the fatty was hiding. How did she fit in the base cabinet? I try to turn my head back to look, but I can't turn towards his smug face. When I try to twist the other way, his hand on my back won't let me turn.

I'll have to find some other way to know who was sucking him off at work. I'm sure he doesn't last very long.

__At least, not if it was me doing the sucking.

He leaves me in a study room with a curtain I can pull across the window. I sit facing the back of the room and pull out my phone. Ready to complete my quest. Bigger boobs, come to Cotton. Loser librarian is proof. College Cotton needs college sized boobs.

I was cute before, but now I want to be big enough to intimidate Mr Thick Dick.

I queue up the images and.... post.

I get the quest notification and immediately I feel warmth in my chest. Followed by increasing tightness. I double check that the curtain is closed and pull up my jersey. My once snug fitting push-up bra is now over whelmed. The cup is pushed at least an inch away from my chest and there's spillage over the top. The cups are stretched apart and the whole bra looks like it's hanging on for dear life.

I love it.

I'm on the smallest hooks in the back so after some struggle I can move the hooks to the largest. I can't wait to workout with Miss Maria after school. I want to see the look on her face when she sees how much bigger I've gotten.

It takes some work to contain my expanded bosom in my already tight jersey. The fabric on the side is bunched which pulls the hem up to just below my belly button. I decide to exaggerate the effect by tying the bottom of the jersey. I take a selfie to make sure I look perfect.

I look perfect.

Time for class.