Go to Hell!

"Go to hell!" You scream at him and spit right in his face.

Maxx and his goons had been bothering you for years, ever since you began high school. Sadly, you admit to yourself, it was probably your fault. Back in elementary school you were a bit of a tomboy and a bully yourself. You would often pick on the girlier girls, as well as the wimpier boys. Maxx was one such boy, a short, skinny little nerd that you loved to torment. You would often go around and push him off the swings, or wrestle him to the ground and make them eat dirt. It was no big deal though; after all you were just a dumb little kid. You eventually grew out of it, and were a better person now.

Sadly, it seemed that Maxx was not the forgiving type. After puberty hit, Maxx's once skinny frame swelled up with pure muscle. He also had a growth spurt, and his parents got him contacts to replace his coke-bottle glasses. His body wasn't the only thing to grow though, as his mean streak (fueled by years of being constantly tormented by bullies) also grew large. He used his new found masculine form to terrifying effect, as he mercilessly got **** against all his former tormentors, usually dishing out vengeance in the form of vicious beatings.

Fortunately (or unfortunately if you thought hard about it) your body was just as changed by puberty as his was. Unlike Maxx though, your hormones made your form more feminine, making you curvy and svelte. Your once skinny frame grew softer, growing curves in all the right places. Your breasts ballooned to a hefty D cup, and your butt became tight and firm. The boys, as well as some men, began to look at you in a whole new light, many stumbling over themselves in attempts to gain your affection. As a tomboy you really didn't know how to handle this attention; in fact, it kind of freaked you out. So your personality did a complete 180, going from a rambunctious hellion to a shy, introverted wall flower almost over night.

Your attitude wasn't helped by the fact that you really couldn't do most of the stuff you liked to do as a kid. With your new, bouncier body, you really couldn't run around raising hell anymore. Also, wrestling boys to the ground just got really weird; before, they cried and begged you to let them go, but now they just seemed to really, really enjoy it. Bullying just lost all its appeal for you, especially considering how pervy the boys became.

Maxx, of course, thoroughly enjoyed your new persona. Although he didn't beat you up like he did his boy bullies, he still caused you no end of torment. He and his cronies bugged you in class, tossing crumpled up papers at you or sticking gum in your hair. They often spilled water or juice on you during lunch, or pulled at your hair in the halls. Maxx would even grab your butt every once in a while, but threats to tell the teachers often got him to back off such stunts.

Until now. You really have no idea just what got into Maxx to prompt such behavior, but you weren't having any of it!

"Let me go, you asshole!" You shout at him again, trying to shrug off your backpack so that you could at least get off the damn hook he had hung you from.

Maxx just chuckled as he wiped your spit from his face. "Josephine, Josephine, Josepine," he tutted, earning an angry scowl from you. You hated it when people called you Josephine. "You really don't get it yet, do you?" He leaned in close, causing you to flinch a little at his proximity. "I have decided. You're gonna be my girlfriend whether you like it or not. I mean, it's not like any other guys want you."

You flinch a bit a that, a red flush appearing on your cheeks.

"You got a smokin' body, sure, but you're a total weirdo, Jo. Always hiding from everybody, always staying at home, always saying no to any guy who asks you out. Well, honey, I ain't askin." With that, his hand reached up and grabbed your left breast, giving it a rough squeeze.

"Hey!" You squeal, slapping away his hand. Maxx merely laughed and grabbed both your wrists in his other hand, then resumed groping crudely at your large boob.

"Fuck, these are huge," he muttered as his hand moved over to your other breast to **** it.

"Stop!" You yell. He doesn't listen.

"Shut up," he hisses. His hand doesn't stop feeling you up, his thick fingers squeezing your flesh roughly through the baggy sweater. Soon his manipulations have an affect on you, your nipples starting to grow from all the attention. You bite your lip, cheeks bright red and eyes watering from the humiliation.

"You're my girlfriend now, Jo. Mine. This can be easy, if you do what I say." You shudder a bit when his thumb begins flicking away at one nipple, which has grown hard enough to be visible through the fabric of your top. "Or it can get rough if you start acting like a bitch again." You gasp when he roughly captures the nipple between forefinger and thumb, giving it a painful pinch.

"So, Josephine... what's it gonna be?" he asks you, a wide grin on his thuggish face. "Easy or hard?"