Gina just makes things much worse

“No, really Susan, thanks. You always help me out when I ask you to, and I never do anything for you.” Gina said, desperately hoping only Susan could hear her. “Is there something I could do for you to say thanks?”

Susan stared at Gina for a while, before giving a very simple response.

“Nope.” She said cheerfully. Gina could feel her left eye twitch as Susan said it.

“Are you sure? I’m really offering here. You just say the word and I’ll do it.” Gina said.

“Nah, I’m good. Your thanks is plenty for me.” Susan replied.

Gina didn’t know what to say. For the first time in her life she was trying to be nice to someone, and they weren’t even giving her the chance to do so.

“You’re serious? There isn’t anything you want? At all?” Gina asked, now having dropped any pretense of sounding genuine and instead making it clear she was annoyed. “You know how much power I hold at this school, and you don’t want anything?”

“Really Gina, I’m fine.” Susan said. “I don’t know why you’re being so weird about this.”

‘The nerve of this bitch!’ Gina thought to herself.

“Weird?! You’re the weird one! How can you not want anything at all! I could make any guy date you, fuck I could make any girl do it if that’s what you wanted! I could get you any test bank, ANY book report, and you don’t want ANY of it?!” Gina screamed, too angry to feel her clit growing as she continued to yell at Susan. “How dense are you? Anyone else would be praising me for the opportunity to have me do them a favor, but all you want is a fucking ‘thank you’!”

At this point the whole bus was staring at the back row. Gina’s outbursts weren’t uncommon, but she’d never gone off on Susan before. Gina flashed them all a look of anger, which was enough to set them back in line. They were happy to see the bus had arrived at school, and they made sure to depart without a sound. Susan, meanwhile, looked about ready to cry.

“I... I just didn’t wanna put you through any trouble.” Susan whimpered.

Gina was about to continue her tangent, when the warmth finally hit her. It was nothing like before. It was as if she could feel every strand of material against her clit. She dared a look down, and was shocked to find she didn’t even need to move her clothes aside to see, because her now almost ten inch clit was holding it away from her body.

Without a word Gina grabbed her bag and bolted off the bus, her only thought being that she had to make it to the bathroom. She moved the backpack in front of her waist, and not a moment too soon, as her running made the offending member pop out of her waistband. It slapped against her bag, the rough material a stark contrast from her soft panties. Each step felt like a punch to the crotch. Her panties were far beyond soaked at this point, and Gina was pretty sure he clit was pulsating.

People stared as the evil queen of high school ran with what could only be described as a look of humiliation on her face. As much as she hated it, that look was the only thing stopping someone from looking at her waist, where they might catch a glimpse of Gina’s new shame.

After what felt like an eternity, Gina rushed into the first bathroom she saw, and immediately ordered everyone to get out. Not willing to try their luck, the two girls who had been washing there hands quickly ran through the door. Alone at last, Gina just breathed. She leaned down against her hands on the sink, and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked horrible. She was sweating like she’d swam half a mile, and her makeup was running down her face. She didn’t know what to do with herself. She then looked down to her clit once more, mortified by how huge it was. Now getting a proper look at it, she found that it was easily ten inches long, and a full two wide. She was bigger than most dudes!

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened up, prompting Gina to quickly shove her exposed clit back into her waistband, ignoring the sensitivity it caused.