Duncan gets distracted.

Duncan's mind was still occupied by the lovely Ayumi as he approached his locker. So preoccupied that he hadn't noticed the hulking wall of flannel standing by his locker until the giant's fist pounded against Duncan's locker, the resulting *KLANG* making the startled nerd jump away, dropping his bag and almost tripping over passing classmates in the process.

With a deep, dull laugh, Derek Banner grinned down at his scrawny classmate as he leaned heavily against Duncan's locker, blocking his way. "You better stop daydreamin', Little D. Otherwise, somebody's likely to step on you." the blonde brute lifted his foot up threateningly, as though he were going to stomp on Duncan's much smaller foot. "I might, but I don't wanna have to scrape shit off of my shoe."

Derek was a senior, just like Duncan, though he was almost two years older, due to being held back for failing grades when he was younger. Built like a Mack truck, genetics made him tall and broad, while years of doing chores on his parents' farm had given him the muscle mass that had the football team coach begging him to join the team. Derek was more interested in working on cars and partying, though, and had gained a reputation as a dumb hick, though there weren't many at the school who would have said it to his face.

Much to Duncan's misfortune, the towering redneck had also taken an intense dislike to the black teen, or perhaps just enjoyed making Duncan's miserable because he could. He certainly wasn't the only bully Duncan encountered at school, but he was probably the worst of the bunch. The scrawny nerd also suspected that Derek was the source of some slurs that had been scratched into his locker the previous year, though there'd never been anything to prove it. He'd also given Duncan the nickname Little D after a semester when they had gym together, when the bully had seen in the showers that the scrawny black boy's equipment hadn't lived up to the stereotypes.

Snuggled up against Derek's side and laughing just as hard as he was at the mean-spirited prank, was his brunette girlfriend, Jessica. She was as much redneck as her boyfriend, wearing a NASCAR t-shirt, with the logo barely readable as it was distorted across her huge melon-like breasts. Duncan thought that she easily had the biggest breasts of the girls at their school, guessing that she was probably sporting F-cups, though he was no expert about bra sizes, at all.

He hated the way that she tormented him at school, but he couldn't help but feel that she did a lot of it to impress Derek. In fact, if she hadn't been such a bitch to him, he would have found her quite attractive. To be honest, he'd had quite a few late night jerk off sessions imaging what Jessica would look like without her shirt on, but her teasing insults still echoed in his mind even as he did.

"Thanks, Derek. I'll try to pay more attention," Duncan said sullenly as he picked up his book bag, knowing that getting angry at the bully would only make things worse. He tried to avoid Jessica's gaze and motioned that he still needed to get into his locker. "Can I get into my locker now?"

Derek smirked down at him, looking like he might try to knock Duncan down again when the warning bell for the first class toned in the hall. Instead, he looked to his girlfriend with a nod. "I gotta get to class, Babe. Attison said I'd get detention if I was late again." He leaned in, giving her a wet kiss and making a show of it for Duncan, palmed one of Jessica's huge boobs and gave it a squeeze.

She gave a muffled squeal and slapped his thick bicep, trying not to smile as she broke away from the class. "Not at school! I told you that!" She glanced over to Duncan and saw his wide-eyed stare before he quickly looked away. "There's too many pervs around here wanting to watch."

"You know you love it," Derek boasted before slapping her round ass and walking off toward his class.

Jessica headed off toward her own class and Duncan was left by himself in the rapidly emptying hallway.

He rushed to open his locker, fumbling with the combination before getting it open and stowing his book bag away. He grabbed his supplies for his first class and set off, wincing as his over-sized erection strained against his pant leg. The sight of Jessica's massive funbags being squeezed had made him go rigid again, hindering his gait. Glancing down at the visible bulge against his thigh, Duncan frowned, wondering if his new endowment was ever going to go down on its own.

When does Duncan's day get exciting?

* Gym with Jessica, the busty bully?

* Theater with Bree and Vanessa, the cheerleaders?

* Science with Ayumi, his best friend?

* Or even something after school?