Chapter 8: Monday No More

When I get home it is already after dinner. Walking into the house, my mother looks up at me from the couch where she is watching one of her reality shows.

"You missed dinner, is everything okay? You didn't call either. It would have been nice had you let me know that you weren't going to be home. I had made a scrumptious meal of liver and onions, your dad's favorite." My mom says, looking a lot like my grandma does.

Wearing her nightie and her hair up and curlers, it almost freaks me out. It also makes me wonder if what I look like when I get out of bed in the morning is the same way my dad and Grandpa Roger looks when they get out of bed. Shuttering at the thought, I decide to answer her question and then head straight to my bedroom. "I'm sorry mom. I didn't really mean to do it. I went over to visit Grandpa today real quick and then I stopped and grabbed something to eat on my way back. I know I should have called you, but I left my phone in my room."

"Ah, but remember to carry that with you. Just in case I need to get a hold of you and it's also for my peace of mind so if I'm ever nervous, I can just call you and know that you're safe. Can you do that for me, please?" My mom says, still thinking of me as a kid instead of a grown man. I just turned 18 yesterday, Sunday, it feels so long ago but in reality to her it was just a few hours ago. I do need to do a better job of remembering that perspective.

"Yes, I know. It won't happen again. But please try to remember that I'm 18 years old now. I'm not a little boy anymore mom." I say trying to be nice as I start heading towards my room.

"You may be a man according to everybody else, but you'll always be my little boy to me." My mother says with a heartwarming smile.

Looking back at her, I smile too. If I rolled my eyes she would have had a talk with me which would have meant 2 hours at the kitchen table going over everything it means to be somebody's child and what I'll feel like when I am a dad someday, blah blah blah blah blah... "Good night, mom."

"Good night, dear." She says then returns her attention to the TV.

As I walk up the stairs I can hear her yelling and bitching along with the girls who are upset that their boyfriends are cheating on them or whatever. Walking into my bedroom, I sit down on the edge of my bed. Opening my nightstand drawer, I pull out a notepad along with a pen and open it up. Doing this so I can think back to everything I did the first time I touched that watch on Monday. Even though I know this note will not exist in the morning, I need to read it enough where I can remember it. I need to read it enough so that even if my original memories starts to fade, I will already have them refreshed.

Turning open the cover, I flip past a few designs for some starships and some notes that I had taken from Sara during one of our magic the gatherings games until I find a fresh page. Clicking the pen three times, I then start thinking back to the very first thing I did from the moment I woke up out of bed.

I remember that when I first woke up the first thing I did was push off my blankets and put my feet on the floor. I was also wearing my Superman underwear from Sunday. The next thing I remember is getting up and going to the bathroom. No, wait! I went to my dresser to change my underwear. Why did I do that? Tapping the pen against my forehead, it finally hits me! That's right, it's because of my disappointment at seeing Victoria for the first time! So I changed my underwear into just a pair of plain old white ones! But I've been doing that and I still keep repeating the same day. Well, I stopped trying after Dave for but that's not the point. The point is no I didn't wear Superman underwear to school the first time. But what am I missing? Standing up, I run over to my dresser and I open it up and I start going through my underwear looking for anything that could potentially jog my memory. When I come to the ones where my name is written on the inside band, I stop and I stare at them. That's it! These are the ones., The ones where my mother wrote my name on them when I was at summer camp the year before! That's right! I need to put these underwear on then I need to get dressed and then I need to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Of course moment I sit up I need to make sure I put my glasses on because I always do that everyday. I roll out of bed and the moment my feet hurts the floor I'm already reaching for my glasses so that way I can see what I'm doing.

Getting all excited, I hurriedly write everything down and then when I am done I read it out loud. "Step 1. Wake up. Step 2. Kick off blankets. Step 3. Sit up and put feet on the floor as I grab my glasses and put them on. Step 4. Look at my underwear. Step 5. Pick out Timmy underwear and clothes. Step 6. Look out the window at Vicki's car. Step 7. Go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and comb my hair. Step 8. Eat my breakfast. Step 9. Grab backpack. Step 10. Put on my shoes over by the coat rack. Step 11 adjust my look in the mirror above the couch. Step 11a. Look at hair and then look at teeth. Step 11b. Tug on bow tie. Step 12 go to the bus stop. Step 13. Have exact same conversation with Sara. She will lead, respond naturally. Step 14. Let Sara talk and do not silence her. Step 15. Get off the bus and get made fun of. Step 16. Walk down the hallway. Step 17. Open locker, Sarah will arrive and comment about her teeth as a reason to why everyone is getting quiet. Step 18. But Victoria and her friends do her thing without interruption. Step 19. Let them pick on Sara. Step 20. LEAVE VICKI ALONE! Step 21. Do not touch the button on top of the watch!!!"

I literally rinse and repeat this list until I pass out. When I wake up in the morning, I open my eyes and stop thinking. I let nature take its course...

Feeling like a man defeated all over again, not only was my accession to manhood thwarted by my mother and her stupid little boy birthday party theme, but then my childhood wet dream turns out to be a child herself. Okay, maybe she's not a child, but she definitely doesn't look like a woman! Most certainly not the woman that she advertises herself to be! Throwing off the covers, I swing my feet to the floor and as I do I look down. I'm still wearing my Superman underwear, the crotch clean for the first time in years. Usually they're kind of sticky or dried up because I pound out about two or three orgasms a night thinking about Victoria and I having sex.

Well, I guess that's not happening anymore, I hear my own thoughts as I sit back in the conscious of my mind and do nothing. Her figure is even less developed than Sara's! Before it used to be funny and borderline sexy to watch Victoria point out all of Sara's flaws as she yanked toilet paper out of my friend's bra and threw it all over the place. But now it's just ironic. The biggest fraud ever laughing about somebody else cheating.

Not feeling so super anymore, I change into a boring pair of fruit of the looms. Holding them up, they still have my name written on them from when I went to summer camp last. Picking out a fresh set of clean clothes, I happen to look out my window just as Victoria's new car is backing down the driveway. Sighing heavily, I really wish I could unsee what I just saw last night. So badly do I want to jerk off to Victoria dancing topless for me like she has so many times in my dreams before.

Vicki, her big tits jiggling side to side as she shakes them for my delight while wearing nothing more than fishnets, a pair of high heels and stretchy booty shorts. The moment I close my eyes and think about it, I feel my cock start to grow, but then it shrinks again when those big fleshy tits transform into a pair of equally large silicone falsies. Opening my eyes, I dejectedly pull on my clothes and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. Returning to my room I grab the pocket watch off the bedside table and put it in my pocket. When I come down the stairs the table is already set for my breakfast. A bowl of Cheerios, a banana and a tall glass of orange juice.

Some would call that boring, others healthy. It's the same breakfast I have every day. Sitting down I eat in silence, my mother putting away the dishes from the dishwasher like she does every morning. When I finish, I grab my book bag, walk over to the coat rack where my leather loafers are waiting. Slipping them on, I then go to the mirror above the couch and look at my reflection. My hair is in a perfect part comb over from left to right. My glasses are squeaky clean just like my teeth. Reaching up for my red bow tie, I give it a little tug and then smooth out the wrinkles in my blue striped button up shirt. After that I make sure my belt is centered perfectly and then I am off.

Reaching the corner where the bus stops everyday, I come up beside Sara who is waiting by the stop sign. Seeing me she flashes me a big, steely smile. Those braces have been in her mouth since 6th grade and at this rate I don't think they're ever coming off.

"Hi Timmy man!" She greets me enthusiastically with her trademark big wave.

"You really don't need to say that after my name." I say sounding blue. Listening to the words that come out of my mouth, I can even faintly remember why I feel blue the first time. It's because my ultimate fantasy girl is nothing that she advertises herself to be and it really, really sucks

Tilting her head, Sara is obviously not used to seeing me look so down. "I don't get it. Just yesterday you were all excited to finally be a man, you know an adult? What changed?"

"You wouldn't understand." I reply, feeling kind of bad that I can't be in a better mood and at least thank her for being thoughtful.

Grinning mischievously, the next thing I know Sara is sticking out her chest at me. "Is it because Big Titty Vicki didn't show up to your party? I know I don't have big ones like hers, in fact I really don't have any at all, shhhh, but if you want you can play with mine and pretend that they are hers. Whaddya say?"

Sara, Sara, Sara... What's it going to take for her to figure out that I'm not interested, like at all? I mean, there was that one time we made out and I felt her up, but that shouldn't mean that I'm in love with her!? I was young and **** for crying out loud, and when we were finished, I really wanted to throw up. "Ummmm... No thanks."

Again, I am amazed at how much seems to come the less I try to control it. It's almost as if this is muscle memory, the way things are supposed to play out. I have to keep myself and getting too excited and inadvertently taking control. I am about halfway there and if I blow it now, I may blow it for good.

"Well, if you change your mind, all you have to do is let me know and me and these perky babies are all yours." Sara says shimmying her shoulders side to side. All that does is make her tissue cones swipe left and right over and over. They are so stiff that they don't even move, at all.

Thankfully the bus arrives which means I don't really have to say anything to her. Climbing up the stairs, I take my seat right in the front and of course Sara sits right next to me. For the entire 30 minutes that it takes to get to the high school, I have to suffer with her rehashing all the fun she had at my birthday party. Looking around, I see a few of the underclassmen laughing and sniggering. I literally want to curl up and die.

When the bus eventually rolls to a stop in front of the entrance, I am the first to get off. Right off the bat, the moment I step onto the gravel parking lot, the entire bus erupts in laughter! As I stand there, one by one I'm getting slapped on the shoulder and jokes are being made as each kid exits and passes me by.

"So your mom hired Bozo, huh? My mom hired him too, for my little sister's 6th birthday party! Hahaha!"

Getting off last is Sara. "Those guys are jerks."

"Yep." I nod slowly in agreement.

"I mean, Bozo's awesome! Do you remember that joke..." Sara starts telling it and I have to turn off my ears. The first time I heard it, I had to watch her whiz her diaper right next to me...

God I hope she doesn't find it so funny that she wets herself before school even starts. It doesn't happen, oops! Shut up brain!

Walking in the front door, I mix in with the rest of the students as they fill the hallway with lots of noise and lots of bodies. Making my way to my locker, I start spinning the combination when the chatter starts to quiet down. Walking up behind me is Sara who is looking around a little confused.

"Why is everybody so quiet? Is there something in my teeth?" She asks and then makes an awkward face as she exposes her teeth and starts rubbing them furiously with her finger.

All around me I can hear the buzzing of excitement. Seeing where everyone else is looking, I turn my attention to the side doors where three beautiful ladies are striding towards it through the glass. Not that long ago I used to get just as excited with them. In fact I would be popping a boner. But now my dick is as flaccid as my interest. Not really wanting to look, I do so anyway. A part of me wants to see the unsuspecting sex pot walk in completely oblivious that I know her deeply guarded secrets.

And then I stop. Could this also be a divergence of time? Thinking back, she used to crack jokes about me getting a hard-on over her. Closing my eyes, I struggle, but eventually just think about her wearing a tight sweater or something and momentarily forgetting everything I know. Feeling my manhood start to swell, I join the ranks of the faithful men who are all nursing to some degree an extension that would usually qualify someone for instant loser-dome.

Stopping just short of the doors, Victoria's friends wait in front of them while their queen preens. Doing this every morning, I'm pretty sure by now that Victoria knows that she is doing it more for effect, than to perfect her image. Picking at her top and tossing her hair, I watch as Natalie and Alicia lean forward to open the doors. When they do, their low cut tops reveal a sea of beautiful and bountiful cleavage. Curvy and hot, they are both very proud of their 36-24-36 measurements. Standing at 5 ft 6 each and both D cups, they are truly knockouts.

Pulling open the doors, they both step aside and make way for the queen of the school, Victoria Black to make her entrance. Wearing the cockiest of cocky grins on her face, she is radiating pure arrogance as she walks through the door, placing one foot perfectly in front of the other, her painted toenails are beautifully shown off in a pair of strappy stilettos. Covering her legs, while also showing off her beautifully rounded hips and bulging pussy, is a pair of her trademark black leggings. Showing subtly through the fabric is the strings of her thong. Nestled between the V of her thighs is the bulge and crack of her big and jutting pussy. Between the break in her pants and her orange tube top, she is showing off her belly button. Jiggling slightly with every hip swinging step, it pales in comparison to the thunderous, but firm bounce of her ginormous breasts. Completely covered as always, that does nothing to take away from their eye focusing power as they stick out from her chest like a pair of rockets ready to fire. Stretching her top to its absolute limit, Victoria's mighty jugs lead the way as she simply follows in their wake. All around everyone is mesmerized as they come under the shadow of their hypnotizing spell.

Walking with no impediments because literally everyone has made more than enough space for her and her cohort of hotties, who are now walking just like her behind her, she heads towards her locker which is opposite of mine. Coming to a stop in front of me and Sara, she pushes out her right knee just enough to really show off the swell of her big and round bottom as she arches her back to stick out her gravity defying leviathan's. Turning her head, she focuses her pinpointed, emerald green gaze right on Sara.

"Good morning Vicki! You're looking really really sexy today!" Sara gushes.

Allowing herself to crack a small smile, Victoria looks the lanky blonde geek up and down, resting that intoxicating gaze on Sara's breasts. "I really wish I could say the same about you, tissue tits."

Blushing instantly, Sara looks around to see people giggling and snickering at her expense. Not wanting to have her boobs strewn out all over the floor, she covers them up with her arms and looks away from the now grinning high school diva.

"Maybe one day you'll grow up. You might even grow a pair of boobs like me someday!" Saying this, Victoria instantly throws her head back and laughs. When she does her friends join along and soon everyone is laughing and rejoicing.

At Sara's expense.

I can't really do anything, because I used to laugh too, only under my breath, but today I join along.

Hearing me laugh, that venomous, penetrating gaze shifts over to me and then down eyeballing my dick, she looks back up and scoffs. "I don't know why you're laughing, pinky dick. It's not like you have anything to offer the opposite sex!" She proclaims loud and proud as she does a slight turn to show off that big and beautiful ass of hers atop two skinny pillars, covered in stretchy perfection. Grinning and she arches her back and her shoulders roll, she she slowly raises her hand and extends her pinky finger as her mighty and intoxicatingly large breasts stick up and out. Giving it a little wiggle, she looks back at me and then down. "You just wish you were big enough to get past these big and beautiful butt cheeks, loser."

Blushing the moment everyone starts laughing at me, I cannot help but stare at that big and round bottom and notice the imprint of her thong as it perhaps around her waist and down between those big and cheeky cheeks. Flicking her hips, she then walks to her locker, taking the coffee from Natalie as she turns and hurt is off to the restroom. Now only talking to alicia, she takes continuous strengths as she stands there with her chest still pushed out proudly, those massive missiles and right at my face, haunting me and teasing me that there is no way and bloody fucking hell that I'll ever have a chance to touch them, much less see them. In fact, no man at this school has ever seen the infamous Big Titty Vicki topless...

Feeling myself on the verge of orgasm, I start to blush when the front of my pants start getting wet. Looking down, I see my eruption literally spreading and when I look up, guys and girls are pointing and laughing at me! Hunching over as my hands fly the cover up my humiliation, is it that moment that I let loose a loud and brutal fart!

*BRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPTTTT!*

Upon hearing this, she cannot help but laugh the loudest and the hardest. Sticking out her arm, she extends her finger right at me as she only heightens my embarrassment. "Oh my god! What a loser!! Jesus timmy, he need wet wipes and a sock? Check your gym bag, I'm sure you got a dirty one in there somewhere!"

Literally making fun of me and insinuating that I jerk off a lot, I end up running to the boys bathroom where I lock myself in a stall and hide throughout all of first period. The entire time I am in there I can still hear the laughter echoing throughout my head. I can also gladly say that even though I do not remember any of this, something about it feels right.

Making it to second period on time, I sit through it and everything is different. Even though the teacher is saying the same things, people are sniggering at me. It's pretty typical because it seems like I'm the only one everyone ever notices getting a boner. All kinds of guys get boners all the time, but it's because Victoria points it out and Victoria says anything derogative, everybody else just shuts up and follows along. It's really not a hard thing to understand. Victoria Black rules the school and if she shows favor, better yet not disfavor, then you're fine. If you're the unlucky ones like me, expect everybody else to follow along like sheep.

When second period is over and I walk out, Mr Garrison is waiting for me.

"Where were you first period, Timmy?" He asks me. Standing behind him is Sara who is fidgeting with her fingers while turning her left toe in towards the other.

"I uh... Ummm had to go to the bathroom, sir." I reply, unable to look the big and burly English teacher in the eye. Looking a lot like Paul Bunyan, Mr Garrison even has that big beard too. The only thing he is missing is a pair of blue jeans held up by suspenders, a red and black plaid button-up shirt and a snow cap on top of his head. Oh yeah, and the ax too.

"Let me guess. You are the kid who had a little accident that I kept hearing about throughout my class, is that right?" He says rolling his eyes. It's not the first time I've seen him do that and it certainly won't be the last. It's like his trademark look.

Looking down at the floor, I wish it would open up and swallow me whole. "Yes." I say almost too quiet.

"Well, as long as I know. I won't say anything or mark it down because you're my best student. Just try and control yourself, okay? It's no secret that you have the hots for Victoria. I just wish you would set your expectations a little bit lower. Let me rephrase that, a lot lower." Mr Garrison says, rolls his eyes again and then walks away.

Once he is gone, I take one look at Sara and then start walking down the hall to the lunch room. Quickly catching up, she walks beside me looking blue. "Are you okay?" She asks me, then looks down real quick before staring at the floor.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. How about you?" I ask as I can already smell the answer.

"I peed a little bit, but nothing too serious." She says, keeping her voice low so others can't hear her. I pray for her sake that nobody can smell it either.

All I can do is nod my head as we finish the trek to the lunchroom. When we arrive, we step into the hot lunch line and Sara picks out what she wants. Doing the same, she waits for me and then we walk together to a table that is open and near the middle. Usually we try to find a table out of sight and out of mind, but all of those are taken already. Walking the seemingly unending distance between the tables, we see Victoria's up ahead. Dominating the center of the cafeteria, it is in a position where she can hold Court. Laughing and giggling with her friends, she looks up along with Natalie and Alicia just as we are coming up. Feeling their eyes on myself and sarah, they instantly narrow as humorous grins cross their face. Not laughing, they are condemning us and figuratively licking their chops. Eyeballing you the hardest, Victoria sinisterly swipes the tip of her tongue along one half of her upper lip as she pushes out her tits just a little bit and looks down at my crotch.

To embarrassed to react, I can also feel everybody else in the lunchroom staring at me too. Either way, I can't get a hard-on right now. The humiliation and shame of blowing my load in front of the entire school and then cutting a loud and juicy fart right after is too overwhelming. Too overwhelming to even remotely enjoy the sight of Victoria's big and juicy bosom positively stretching that orange tube top to the absolute limit.

Seeing no reaction, she rolls her eyes and resumes her conversation with her friends. "I can't believe I used to be friends without loser. It's amazing what puberty does to people, isn't it? One minute we're all the same, and then bam! Guys like Timmy are blowing their load in their pants just by staring at my tits."

"I know, right?" Alicia exclaims as she squeezes her own big boobs together. "It's amazing what happens to Losers when they stare at big girl boobs. They cream anytime they see just a little bit of cleavage."

"I almost want to feel bad, but I don't. Real men can handle it. They can handle sexy women like us." Natalie says then flicks her big brown eyes over as Sara and I sit down. Looking me up and down, she then looks over at Sara and her widely known secrets. "It's by losers and to stick with losers. They are perfect for each other."

Smirking, Victoria is sticking out her tits and gently waving them side to side. Rumbling firmly in her top, the weight of those astonishingly firm breasts **** them to move against their will. Sliding her hands down the tops for swollen mountains, she passes the **** swells as she continues to **** them to barely jiggle side to side. "Guys like him can barely handle staring at them like this. Could you imagine if they saw them naked?"

"Oh fuck... I don't even want to think about it." Natalie glass as her boobs jiggle much more freely than Victoria's.

"Me neither!" Alicia adds and she covers her cleavage with the palm of her hand.

Listening like all of the others, I want to slink in my seat and disappear again as everyone is looking at me with raised eyebrows and knowing grins. Everyone at school knows that I have the biggest crush on Victoria in the world. They also know that I am constantly hanging out with Sarah who is widely known as a cheap rip-off of the queen.

Sitting right behind me, a guy leans back and whispers in my ear. "Yo bro. When you feel up Sara, do you explode in your pants then too? Hahahaha!"

This is where I wish Sara was a little bit more intuitive and socially intelligent. Turning right around in her chair, she looks instantly angry and annoyed! "No, he doesn't!"

"PFFFFFFFT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The table erupts and laughter which soon spreads as word gets around!

Wanting so desperately to tell everyone that Sarah and I are not in a relationship, I decided it might be best to keep my mouth shut or fear being called and even bigger loser for trying to deny it! Looking over at Sara who is flipping her long blonde hair as she spins back around to eat her lunch, I really wish that I wasn't friends with her right now.

Trying hard to eat my lunch, I cannot help but be distracted by the loudest laughing table of them all. It is Victoria's table and I never thought I could hear laughter like that.

When lunch is over I cannot run out fast enough. I even race by as Victoria it's holding Court in the center of the hallway and showing off her fantastic body.

"Hey look everyone! There goes creamy boy to go jack off again!" Victoria cat calls which is joined with another round of uproarious laughter at my expense.

The only piece and solitude I get this day is in my fourth and final class. Taught by the busty supreme, Miss Ferdinanda she is currently standing at the whiteboard going over the battle of waterloo. Half paying attention, I am too distracted by staring at the back of her skirt. Staring at her wide ass, I can clearly see the outline as it narrows to two tufts of fat hanging just inside her thunder's thighs. What makes it so easy to follow is the obvious panty line of what she must consider to be sexy underwear. Granny panties edged in lace, even they cannot hide the indentations of her cellulite. Looking below that disgusting mass, I can barely make out the ends of her garter belts holding up her nylon stockings.

"Okay class, who can tell me what the result of Waterloo was on Europe?" Her voice thunders, thick with her heavy Latina accent as she turns around to face the class. When she does, my eyes are instantly drawn to the massive jiggling boulders stretching out her blouse and jacket. "Timmy?" She calls on me when nobody raises their hand.

Quickly looking around, I see that half the class is practically dead with a few even catching some zzz's. Looking back at her, she is looking at me with the expectation that I know the answer. Sighing, I look down from her big and round face and address her monstrous tits. "Napoleon's loss at the Battle of Waterloo concluded the Continental conflict which ended the threat of the French Empire once and for all. After that it brought about the Concert of Europe which brought peace and stability for the most part up until the Eve of World War I."

Smirking on the verge of flirtatious, Miss Ferdinanda looks at me. "Very good.. Tim." She says pausing. Watching, I can see her big thighs shift as she repositions herself on top of her heels. Taking a breath, that absolutely monstrous chest that is sitting just above an equally big and jiggling belly, pushes forward. Exhaling, she turns and leans just enough to pick up a stack of papers off the corner of her desk. "Pop quiz time." She announces looking over the class, knowing very well but half of them will fail and seemingly enjoying this fact.

Hearing the groans and grumblings all around me, I grab my pen and get ready she starts walking down each row slapping the paper onto the desk tops. When she reaches mine, she slams it down with authority if she stands there looking down at me with a big smirk on her face. Unlike the others, the one I am getting is very different. Also her postures different. I almost get the impression trying to show off. It works because my eyes are instantly drawn to her massive jugs. When she sees me staring at her tits, her grand softens a little before walking off to finish her task. When she finishes, she returns to her desk in the pond sitting down looks at the clock.

"You may begin... Now." She announces and instantly pens go to paper.

Finishing in less than 10 minutes, I am the first to walk to the front of class to turn it in. As I approach, I see her grading the reports turned in on Friday. When I place my quiz in the basket on the front left corner of her desk I happen to glance at her tits when I noticed that the third button is undone. Usually it is only two so when I see this I get excited. Hearing just as she takes a breath, I feel my hands sliding into my pocket just as a catch site of her big white bra. Overstretched and excessively baggy, completely contains her big fat breast except for a small little bubble of flesh sticking out. Looking forward just a little bit, and over stretched cup peels away to reveal a little bit more. Turning to return to my seat, I take a quick glance back to look and when I do, I think I see something, but I'm not sure what.

Not dwelling on it too much, I finish my last class and wonder if Vicki is going to arrive to pick on me and Sara. When they don't arrive, we head to the buses to go home.