Robin doesn't like thinky things

"Ughh" Robin groaned with her head propped on her hands.

Why did she have to go to school? This place was so boring. People were always telling her what to think about when all she wanted to do was play with her big cock and titties.

Although as she thought about it, there were other things at school that she could apparently "learn". She wondered if there were other teachers who did fun stuff like Janice, or was she like the only one?

Like, that had been so good! Who knew that boring old Janice really was the school dick sucker? Robin smiled, remembering.

Her wandering gaze landed on the teacher up front. Miss Kenzington was still busy talking about some boring brainy thing again. Did Miss Kenzington have some cool job that Robin should definitely know about? Robin raised her hand, eagerly waving it back and forth.

“Yes, ah… sorry but I must’ve forgotten your name?” Miss Kenzington said when she finally noticed the boisterous dickgirl’s waving.

“Thanks Miss Kaykay! I’m Robin!”

Miss Kenzington frowned quizzically at her students' words.

Robin continued as energetic as ever. “I was just thinking, like do you have a super cool, super secret job like Janice? Cuz’ if you do then I would totally be the bestest learner!” Robin’s feet rubbed the floor as she rubbed her hardening cock through her thin skirt, her boobs pressing inward, making her tits look larger as her arms stroked under the desk.

Leslie sat by, transfixed by the large bulge her classmate was so eagerly rubbing against her outlined leg.

That definitely looks like a cock... a big cock.

Miss Kenzington was more than a little confused by her student’s curious behaviour.

“I’m not sure that I know what you mean by a ‘super secret job’. If you’re inquiring about after school tutoring then I’m afraid I can’t for the foreseeable future.”

Robin who was still tugging along her hidden member groaned cutely in her throat.

“No… ahh, not like learny stuff.” she grunted, rolling her head in exasperation. Frustrated she returned her hands to above her desk, her breaths coming labored and a slight red tinge to her high cheeks.

Leslie could still see the other girl’s skirt tented as there was no longer anything holding it down. A dark spot showing where the tip of the big thing had been pressed against the cloth.

“You know, like hot things…” Robin bit a finger as she thought.

The teacher sighed slightly. “I’ll answer all your questions after class when we talk with your parents. Perhaps I need to explain things to them as well.”

She turned back to the board, pointing and writing out the lesson.

Some of the students took a while to turn away from the stacked girl, clearly less interested in watching their old teacher when there was a big set of tits to watch on the other side of the room. The fact that she liked to show off her assets when she did see someone watching her only seemed to reinforce this behaviour.

The dickgirl looked deep in thought when she turned to her neighbor.

“Hey lez, whatcha call it when somebody’s like super good at something… like they’re the very bestest?”

Leslie had to think for a moment as she realized she had been staring a little too closely at the other girl’s perky rump for longer than socially acceptable.

“Uh… I guess… a pro?”

Robin nodded, a determined look to her eyes. She raised her hand towards the teacher droning on in the front of the class, triumphant, she declared “Like a... pro butt job-er!”

Her ring flashed like it always seemed to do. Robin, noticing the trinket, giggled, and kissed it sensually.

Those around her gave her quizzical looks before most of them became distracted by her slowly settling breasts and the make out session with her finger.

Miss Kensington spoke aloud over her shoulder as she wrote out homework assignments on the board.

“I’ll be happy to help you with that after class Robin, for now please refrain from unnecessary chatter.”

Leslie frowned at the teacher’s opposite facing form as she wrote on the board in squiggling lines. _Were her ass cheeks larger than before? _Her tight jeans looked as if they were ready to just pop, stretched so much that small gaps were forming between the cross-hatched fibers.

“OH MY GOD LEZ THAT’S SO GOOD!” Robin squealed

Leslie nearly jumped out of her seat at the outburst. Leslie followed the other girl’s gaze down to her sheet on the desk. On it was a perfect recreation of Robin, face in a lusty “O”, hands clasping hard to something between her legs.

Leslie quickly covered the paper, trying to close her notebook. “I, uh… I don’t know what you saw but...uh… I’m just an artist. Must’ve seen something that looked like what you’re thinking of but actually it’s completely normal… body practice maybe.”

Robin squinted at her suspiciously, big lips pursed in concentration.

Leslie tried to not look at the other girl, fearful of her secret getting out and weirdly turned on by the other’s constant stare.

Leslie rarely drew things that would give away her lesbianic tendencies, always afraid that someone might stumble on her work…

”You’re one of those… kinky drawing artists?” Robin thought very hard about that last word, remembering that Leslie had just used it.

Her ring flashed once more.

“Why does it keep doing that?” Leslie tilted her head making a weird face at the digit.

“Ooh! More!” Robin said, almost salivating over the page Leslie was still covering.

All along the edges of the page were little figures and shapes of tits, dicks and butt’s. Some leaking, some veiny and some just big and juicy. On one edge still remained the rendition of Robin’s lustrous figure, except even more lewd than before. Her tits were now so big that they dwarfed the top of the desk and her cock widely separated her thick thighs with a girth so immense that it passed out the other side of the desk and disappeared from the drawing’s edge. Her “O” was no longer just that, instead drool streamed from her gaping maw, eyes rolled back and nearly out of sight.

Leslie quickly hid the book in her backpack, trying to maintain her composure despite the danger of her nightly activities being revealed.

“Wanna closer look?” Robin asked with a lusty grin.

The girl was playing with her dick now, swinging it slowly in and out of view, the bulbous head peeking out from under her skirt from time to time.

Leslie gulped. She’d drawn things, dreamt of beings like this. But was it worth it? Doing something that would so obviously label herself as interested in the same sex?

Her eyes roamed over the other girl’s impossible figure as she internally warred over the decision.