Funky

Matt woke up from yet another wild dream. This time Brittany was using her breasts to jerk his dick off. Right as he was about to cum he woke up. "FUCK ME" he said to himself mad that he didn't get to cum. He was gonna check his phone for some porn but upon unlocking the phone he saw a good morning text from Brittany.

It was a picture of her showing her cleavage with the message "Morning from the twins (devil emoji)" Matt used this picture as fuel to jerk off and jizzed in no time. He imagined cumming on her sweet giant jugs. He didn't quite have the balls to ask her what size they were.

He responded "Hello Twins! (laughing emoji)"

She responded quickly with a blushing emoji followed by "Pervert (winking emoji)"

Matt couldn't believe his luck.

"Have a good day at school" she shot her next text.

"I will (tongue out emoji)" he responded. Then went through his morning routine. Looking in the mirror he noticed a little more tone to his body. Less fat and more muscle. Not a lot, but enough that he finally noticed. Matt didn't even notice the change the day before but this time, something is definitely different.

Going to the bus stop once again, Sabrina was standing tall above the normal height students with her arms crossed. Matt walked up to her and said "Hey Sabrina, sleep well?" he asked nonchalant.

"No, I had nightmares all last night" She exclaimed with slight dark circles under her eyes.

"What where they about?" Matt asked. But Sabrina cringed a little saying "I don't want to talk about it" she complained.

"That's cool. We don't have to. I wonder what school will have for lunch today" He tried to change the subject to make her feel better.

"I hope its taco's today." She chimed in with a more cheerful tone.

The bus pulled up and they got on. This time Sabrina sat in the seat across the isle from Matt.

Matt felt a pang of sympathy for Sabrina. Her usual cheerfulness seemed dimmed, her usual sparkle replaced by a tired weariness.

He couldn't help but wonder what had caused her nightmares. Was it something personal, or had something more sinister transpired?

He found himself stealing glances at her as the bus rumbled through the morning traffic. Her usually vibrant eyes seemed clouded, her posture slumped in a way that suggested a weight on her shoulders.

He wanted to reach out, to offer a comforting word or a reassuring touch, but he hesitated. He wasn’t sure if she wanted his company or if his presence would only make things worse.

He decided to tread carefully.

“Hey, Sabrina,” he started tentatively, his voice soft. “You know you can talk to me if you want to. I’m here to listen.”

He hoped his words sounded sincere, that they conveyed a genuine concern for her well-being.

He kept his gaze steady, hoping to convey a sense of empathy and support. He wasn't sure what was troubling Sabrina, but he wanted her to know that she wasn't alone.

Sabrina offered Matt a wan smile, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks, Matt," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate that."

But she quickly retreated back into herself, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the bus window.

Matt respected her silence, understanding that sometimes words weren't enough to express the depths of one's pain.

He decided to give her space, choosing to focus on the mundane details of the bus ride: the rhythmic rumble of the engine, the chatter of students, the occasional glimpse of the world outside rushing by.

He hoped that by giving her space, he could create a safe haven for her, a space where she could process her emotions without feeling pressured to share. He knew that sometimes the greatest act of support was simply to be present, to offer a silent companionship without judgment or intrusion.

As the bus pulled up to the school, Matt offered Sabrina a reassuring nod. "See you around," he murmured, hoping that a spark of normalcy would return to her eyes. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply amiss, a sense of foreboding that lingered in the air around her.

Walking into the school Matt noticed kids staring at him. Both male and female. Unsure why they were giving him so much attention.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine as he navigated the crowded hallways. The usual noise and chaos of the school day seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a palpable sense of scrutiny.

Heads turned in his direction, whispers followed him like shadows, and curious eyes lingered a beat too long. It was as if he'd become invisible, yet hyper-visible all at once.

A wave of confusion washed over him. Had he said something embarrassing? Was there something on his shirt? He quickly checked himself in a nearby mirror, but his reflection appeared normal.

His clothes were the same, his hair was combed, and there were no visible signs of anything out of the ordinary.

The whispers grew louder, punctuated by giggles and hushed exclamations. Matt felt a prickle of self-consciousness creep up his neck.

He tried to shrug off the attention, blaming it on a harmless case of mistaken identity, but a deep-seated unease settled in his gut.

This was different. This felt... significant.

He caught snippets of conversations as he passed by groups of students:

"Isn't that...?"

"No way, is that really...?"

"Wow, he's..."

The words were hushed and fragmented, but the tone was unmistakable—a mix of awe, disbelief, and a hint of something else...something darker.

Matt's heart pounded in his chest. What was going on? What had changed?

Spencer shows up punching Matt in the arm. And then gives him a smirk. "Bro, everyone thinks we are dating college chicks" he stated.

"What? Why? Let me guess, this was YOUR doing" Matt immediately responded.

"Of course bro, we are legends now!" Spencer bragged. Matt felt his stomach churning in disgust. Once again the lying machinations of Spencer had pulled him into something he didn't wanna be in.

Matt scowled, rubbing his arm where Spencer had punched him. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, his voice laced with annoyance and a lingering sense of dread.

"Come on, dude, think about it!" Spencer exclaimed, his grin widening. "We're practically celebrities now! Everyone's talking about us. They see us as these mysterious, older guys dating college hotties. It's pure gold!"

Matt's stomach churned. He couldn't believe Spencer would stoop this low. It was one thing to embellish stories, but this was a whole new level of fabrication. He felt like a puppet, manipulated by Spencer's insatiable need for attention.

"This isn't funny, Spencer," Matt said, his voice low and serious. "This is going to backfire on us big time. People are already looking at us weird. What happens when they find out the truth?"

Spencer waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, dude...."

His bragging halted when Heather stepped up and punched Spencer in the face. "College girls? WHAT ABOUT US, HOW DARE YOU" she scolded him.

Spencer's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief as Heather's fist connected with his cheekbone. He stumbled back, clutching his face, a mixture of pain and indignation etched onto his features.

The hallway fell silent, the murmurings of the students replaced by a stunned gasp. All eyes were on Heather, her face flushed with anger, her voice tight with fury.

Spencer stood up straight and puffing out his chest. "We are through, over, done, I got a college bitch now. I'm too good for you" doubling down on his lies. Heathers eyes started gushing tears at a pace unseen before.

The air thickened with tension, the weight of Heather's heartbreak heavy in the silence. Spencer's words, callous and cruel, hung in the air like a toxic fog.

He stood there, chest puffed out, desperately trying to project an air of confidence, but his bravado felt hollow and unconvincing.

Heather's tears flowed freely now, streaking down her cheeks, a raw and **** expression twisting her features. She looked utterly shattered, her world crumbling around her.

Her voice, once defiant and assertive, trembled as she choked out a single word, "Why?"

It was a question loaded with pain, a plea for understanding that Spencer, lost in his web of lies, was unable or unwilling to answer.

The students around them watched in stunned silence, the earlier whispers of admiration replaced by a mixture of shock, disbelief, and pity.

"Look, I'm tired of fucking you, you suck in bed. I need something more exciting. You just aren't it" he said in what Matt assumed was another bold lie.

Matt winced, burying his face in his hands. Spencer's words were like daggers piercing the air, sharp and merciless. He couldn't believe the sheer audacity of his friend, the blatant cruelty he displayed with such nonchalance.

Heather's sobs intensified, wracking her body with waves of grief and humiliation. She stumbled backward, as if physically wounded by Spencer's callous pronouncements.

The students surrounding them shifted uncomfortably, their expressions a mixture of horror and disbelief. The air hung heavy with a palpable sense of shame, as if they were all complicit in witnessing this public unraveling.

Matt felt a surge of anger toward Spencer, a righteous indignation that burned through the discomfort he felt for being implicated in this charade. This wasn't just a harmless lie anymore; it was a deliberate act of cruelty, a calculated attack designed to inflict maximum pain.

He knew he had to say something, to break through Spencer's armor of bravado and expose the hollowness of his words.

But before Matt could say something, Spencer doubled down. "And you're basically flat chested. No one wants to date a flat chested chick. Its actually sickening."

Heather couldn't take it anymore, she ran away crying.

Even the most hardened students seemed taken aback by Spencer's brutal honesty, or lack thereof. His words, intended to be cutting and dismissive, were instead a grotesque display of insecurity and cruelty.

Heather's sobs, echoing through the hallway, were a stark counterpoint to Spencer's callous pronouncements. Her tear-stained face, etched with pain and humiliation, served as a chilling reminder of the devastating power of words.

She couldn't bear to stand there another moment, the weight of Spencer's cruelty crushing her spirit. With a heart ripped asunder, she fled, seeking refuge from the wreckage he had created.

The silence lingered, heavy and oppressive, as if the very air had been sucked out of the hallway.

Then, a ripple of movement started, a slow, **** wave of outrage spreading through the stunned crowd.

Heads shook in disbelief, murmurs of disapproval began to rise, and glares of condemnation fixed themselves on Spencer. He stood there, momentarily stunned by the backlash, his bravado faltering for the first time.

His gaze darted around, searching for support, for a flicker of understanding, but all he found was a sea of condemnation.

Spencer in a louder more 'look at me voice' stated "I'm dating a hot college chick now. I don't have time for high school girls" He said, then then with a puffed chest headed towards his first class.

Matt just shook his head, feeling bad for Heather, and headed to his first class. In that class he was hammered with questions from classmates.

"Dude, is it true about the college girls?"

"How did you manage to pull that off?"

"What's Spencer's secret weapon?"

And the questions kept coming, each one chipping away at Matt's composure.

He tried to brush them off, offering vague answers and shrugs of indifference, but the whispers persisted, a relentless tide of curiosity and disbelief.

He felt trapped in Spencer's elaborate fabrication, a pawn in a game he never wanted to play.

He longed for the simplicity of anonymity, the comfort of blending into the background.

But Spencer's actions, like a stone thrown into a still pond, had created ripples that spread outwards, engulfing Matt in their wake. He felt exposed, ****, and utterly powerless to stop the tide.

"Look, we are talking to some college chicks. Well I am at least" he stated with a calm tone.

"No way!? How?" one student asked.

"Well we were at Mac Donalds and the girls came up to us and started a conversation" Matt explained.

"No way, they came up to ya'll? come on, that can't be what happened" another student proclaimed.

"I'm serious, they thought we were in college. So they sad down and started asking us questions" Matt continued.

"And what happened after they started talking to you?" another student pressed, leaning forward with keen interest.

"We just talked. And then when they went to leave, I got Brittany's number" Matt told his story.

"Which one was Brittany" yet another student chimed in.

"The one that was sitting next to me?" Matt said in a confused tone.

A chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs" rippled through the group of students, their faces lit with a mixture of awe and envy.

One student, a lanky boy named Kevin with a mop of messy hair and a perpetually startled expression, leaned in conspiratorially. "Dude, you're like a freakin' magnet for college chicks!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

Another student, a girl named Sarah with bright eyes and a mischievous grin, chimed in. "You gotta tell us everything! What did you guys talk about? What's Brittany like?"

Matt, caught in the whirlwind of their curiosity, simply told the truth. His real perspective. He couldn't lie like Spencer could. Not wanting to get caught up looking like a moron if someone found out his lies and called him on it.

He described Brittany as "smart and funny," with "piercing blue eyes" and a "killer smile." He recounted snippets of their conversation, fabricating details about their shared interests and then maybe over described her gigantic chest.

Sarah's eyes went wide. Everyone knew she was a lesbian. She was always flirting with girls in the school. The description of Brittney's breasts sent her over the edge.

"Matt, if you convincer her, we should have a three way" Sarah exclaimed boldly.

The class collectively gasped. The school's biggest known lesbian just offered herself to a man in exchange for getting to play with a hot college chick.

Matt's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. Sarah's proposition hung in the air, a shocking and unexpected twist that silenced the room. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, stammered, "W-what? I... I don't know what to say."

He glanced around the room, seeking an escape from the intensity of Sarah's gaze. His classmates, their faces flushed with a mixture of excitement and disbelief, watched him expectantly, waiting for his response.

He felt trapped, caught between Sarah's audacious proposal and the weight of their expectant gazes.

He knew he should say something, anything, to diffuse the tension, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He felt a blush creeping up his neck, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He was acutely aware of the absurdity of the situation, the ridiculousness of it all.

But there was a part of him, a small, hesitant part, that couldn't help but be intrigued by Sarah's boldness.

He looked at her again, meeting her gaze directly.

Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now held a seriousness that surprised him.

She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk playing on her lips.

"Come on, Matt," she purred, her voice low and husky. "Don't be shy. It could be fun."

"I guess" came flying out his mouth. Sarah jumped up and gave him a hug "I'm looking forward to it" she claimed. Sarah must really love huge boobs as much as Matt does.

A wave of nervous laughter rippled through the classroom, a mixture of relief and disbelief. Matt felt a strange sense of detachment, as if he were watching the scene unfold from a distance.

He had no idea what he had just agreed to, but somehow, he found himself caught up in a whirlwind of Sarah's audacious proposition.

He felt a blush creeping up his neck, his cheeks burning with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

He glanced around the room, taking in the expressions of his classmates - a mixture of envy, amusement, and a touch of awe.

He felt a sudden wave of doubt wash over him. What had he gotten himself into?

He looked at Sarah, who was beaming at him with a triumphant grin.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved into a knowing smile.

She had a way of making him feel like anything was possible.

He couldn't help but wonder if this was a bad idea, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to back out now.

He took a deep breath and **** a smile, trying to play it cool.

"Yeah," he said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "I guess we could…"

He trailed off, feeling a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.

He had no idea what was going to happen, but he knew that his life had just taken a very unexpected turn.

The rest of the morning classes were typical as usual, well except for when Ms. Garcia gave him a back massage while he was doing his creative writing assignment.

Matt's heart pounded in his chest as Ms. Garcia’s hands rested on his shoulders, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "You seem tense, Matt. Let me help you relax."

He was frozen, caught between a thrill of forbidden excitement and a surge of alarm. Ms. Garcia, their English teacher, was known for her nurturing demeanor and passion for literature, but this was a whole new level of unorthodox behavior.

The rest of the class seemed oblivious, engrossed in their own writing assignments, unaware of the clandestine exchange taking place behind them.

Matt's mind raced, grappling with a confusing mix of emotions: confusion, fear, and a strange, unwelcome arousal. He couldn't believe this was happening.

He stole a glance at Ms. Garcia, trying to decipher her intentions. Her expression was serene, her eyes fixed intently on his back, her touch surprisingly firm and purposeful.

She continued to knead his shoulders, her fingers working their way down his spine, a trail of fire igniting beneath her touch.

Matt felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, a potent cocktail of hormones and disbelief swirling within him.

He wanted to pull away, to protest, but his body betrayed him, succumbing to the intoxicating sensations coursing through him.

He found himself leaning into her touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

Ms. Garcia chuckled softly, a warm, throaty sound that sent chills down his spine.

"There you go, Matt," she murmured. "Let go of the tension. Let me take care of you."

Her words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and a hint of danger.

Matt felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through him.

He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her.

He was caught in a whirlwind of confusion, his mind struggling to reconcile the image of Ms. Garcia, the kind and compassionate teacher, with the woman who was currently giving him a back massage in the middle of class.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations that enveloped him, unsure of what was to come next.

But as fast as it all started, it ended as Ms. Garcia stopped her **** and continued walking around the room reading some the students work and giving advice.

Later Matt had gone to lunch and while sitting at his typical table Heather appeared and sat down.

"Hey Matt" she said calmly and dry eyes. Clearly the crying had stopped. But Matt felt off about the event. Heather usually never sat with him, she had her own friends, but today she chose to sit with him? Something was, off.

"You okay, Heather?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her response was delayed, her eyes fixed somewhere beyond the bustling cafeteria, lost in thought.

“I need to talk to you,” she finally said, her voice barely audible above the clatter of trays and the murmur of conversations.

"Talk about what?" Matt asked.

Heather responded "Are you two really dating college chicks?" she asked. Matt's anger took over. Deep down inside the lies of Spencer was already causing trouble.

"No, he isn't. I got a college girls number but we aren't exactly dating. It might get there though" he said in a quiet voice so no one would hear him except Heather.

The next question shocked Matt to his core.

Heather asked "Do you think I need bigger breasts?" without any hesitation.

Matt stared for a moment, looking her right in her eyes. He couldn't believe the boldness of her question but also admired it. And with that admiration he responded.

"I personally love huge breasts, so my answer would be yes. You need bigger breasts" he said trying to get out of this situation without lying.

"Okay, I can do that" she said. Matt was rather confused by what she meant.

"Do what?" Matt asked.

Heather shot him a look, directly in his eyes. "I bought this stuff online from China. Its a group of products really. Some pills, some lotions. They say you can gain a cup size a week. I am gonna start taking it" she exclaimed.

Her honestly was, intoxicating. Heather was extremely cute. 5 foot 5, natural blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face a little chubby looking, but her body was thin as a rail. Small perky ass. From the times they hung out together because she WAS dating Spencer, he knew that she was into music, taking guitar lessons, and a few other tid-bits of knowledge. Matt would have dated Heather. Being flat chested really wasn't a reason to ignore someone. And she was incredibly kind. But at this point he just felt bad for her. Spencer was a huge dick, but at least she wouldn't suffer anymore.

The rest of lunch went by in no time at all. And Heather excused herself after shooting Matt a weird look he never got from her before. He couldn't decipher what it meant.

Matt watched Heather walk away, her retreating figure shrouded in a mystery he couldn't quite grasp. Her sudden confession, her casual acceptance of the pills' promise, left him feeling a mixture of concern and fascination.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he was witnessing the unraveling of a complex puzzle, a tangled web of insecurities and misplaced desires.

Heather's bold question, her unapologetic pursuit of a physical transformation, struck a chord within him.

He had always been drawn to women with confidence, with an air of self-assuredness that radiated outwards. But he also always had a kink for breast expansion.

Heather's vulnerability, her willingness to alter her body in pursuit of an ideal, hinted at a deeper longing, a yearning for validation that extended beyond physical appearance.

He couldn't help but wonder if her obsession with breast augmentation stemmed from a desire to be seen, to be desired, to finally fit into the narrow mold of societal expectations. Granted, it was also extremely hot.

He knew Spencer's cruel words had undoubtedly played a role in her decision.

He had seen firsthand the damage his friend's toxicity could inflict, the way it chipped away at a person's self-esteem, leaving them **** and **** for external validation.

He felt a pang of sympathy for Heather, a shared sense of frustration at the societal pressures that seemed to dictate so much of their lives. But also couldn't wait to see her change. But a part of him thought that no way some pills and lotions could make a women's breast grow.

He knew he couldn't change her mind, couldn't dissuade her from embarking on this potentially risky path.

But he hoped that somewhere deep down, beneath the layers of insecurity and societal conditioning, a flicker of her true self remained. But also, breasts!

He hoped that she would eventually find a love that celebrated her for who she truly was, a love that transcended the superficial and embraced her unique beauty, flaws and all.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Matt gathered his things, his mind still reeling from the encounter.

The rest of the school day went by like normal. His last class, Allison ended up talking to him, asking a ton of questions, trying to edge out some truth to the rumors. He figured he was in trouble. Allison was teasing him just 2 days ago when they were paired in class together. He thought maybe his crush on her would finally bear fruit. And now she's clearly flustered with the idea that Matt could be taken.

"So, you are talking to college girls? True or False" Allison asked in a weird tone Matt couldn't decipher.

"True...." he stated with calm hesitation.

"Oh? Its true? So you're cheating on me" She said in a slightly joking yet not joking tone.

"We, aren't dating?" Matt said with confusion.

"We could be...." She said sheepishly.

Matt was reeling. Did she really just admit that to him? That she wanted to date him? Matt got lost in a sea of questions and thoughts inside his mind when Allison blurted out....

"I don't mind sharing you with other women. You could have me, this college girl, and anyone else. As long as I got a piece of you" she said boldly but in a hushed shy tone.

Matt's breath hitched in his throat, Allison's surprising proposition leaving him momentarily speechless. His mind raced, scrambling to process her words, to make sense of this sudden shift in their dynamic.

He had always harbored a crush on Allison, her quick wit and easygoing nature drawing him in. However, he had never envisioned her expressing such a bold and unconventional desire.

"I... I don't know what to say," he stammered, his voice betraying his confusion.

Allison's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a mixture of shyness and determination reflected in her eyes.

"I know it's not traditional," she admitted, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I'm not looking for anything conventional.

I want something... different. Something exciting.

And if that means sharing you with other women, then so be it."

Matt was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

On one hand, the idea of having multiple partners was both intriguing and daunting.

On the other hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was in over his head, that he was navigating uncharted territory.

He glanced at Allison, her gaze unwavering, filled with a fierce determination that both scared and captivated him.

He wasn't sure if he was ready for this, for the complexity and potential chaos that came with Allison's proposition.

But he couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown, the allure of venturing beyond the boundaries of conventional relationships.

He decided to tread carefully, to ask the questions that swirled in his mind.

"What exactly are you proposing?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "What are the rules?"

Allison's lips curved into a knowing smile.

"There are no rules," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "Only possibilities. We explore, we discover, we create our own adventure. Are you in?"

Matt took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

He knew he was about to embark on a journey unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

He looked into Allison's eyes, searching for answers, for reassurance.

He found only a reflection of his own uncertainty, masked by a flicker of excitement.

"Okay, yeah. Girlfriend number two" he said jokingly.

But she took it seriously, leaning over and planting a kiss on his lips.

The kiss was electric. A burst of energy jolted through Matt, a potent mixture of surprise and desire. Allison pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Don't worry," she whispered, a playful grin spreading across her lips. "I'll show you what a good time we can have."

Matt's mind raced. He had stumbled into a situation far more complicated than he anticipated.

The casual, almost flippant tone of their agreement felt jarring, yet undeniably thrilling.

He was playing with fire, flirting with a level of intimacy he hadn't anticipated.

He looked into Allison's eyes, searching for a hint of the girl he thought he knew, but found something new, something bolder, wilder.

She was a siren, drawing him into uncharted waters with a smile and a kiss.

He couldn't deny the allure, the exhilarating uncertainty of it all.

He took a deep breath, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

"This is crazy," he muttered, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

Allison's smile broadened.

"Crazy good," she corrected, her voice husky with anticipation.

She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear.

"Ready for an adventure?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.

Matt hesitated for a moment, his mind still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions.

Then, with a surge of bravado, he met her gaze with a newfound confidence.

"Lead the way," he said, his voice steady and resolute.

He was diving headfirst into the unknown, ready to embrace the chaos that lay ahead.

He had no idea where this journey would lead him, but he knew one thing for sure: life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

The rest of his night was rather normal. Playing video games on his computer online. Eating dinner. And eventually going to sleep.