Where DID Caleb go?

Where the hell is he?

Heather had already searched the cafeteria.

Her boyfriend Brock seemed upset that she brushed him off again. He wanted to have some sexy fun in his car at lunch time, but she gave him a lame excuse about having some things she needed to do for the cheerleading squad.

She knew she couldn't keep stringing him along forever and he seemed especially grumpy today. She couldn't possibly tell him the real reason she was turning him down.

She had checked every hall. The only place left she could think of was the Pit. She didn't really believe that the school stud would be hanging out with the loser crew, but it was her last option.

She scanned the area upon arrival, but aside from the names of some students that she and her cheerleaders bullied, she didn't really know any of these people. She doubted that any of them knew Caleb. Why would a Stretcher King associate with these pathetic losers?

Christine, a member of the schools horticulture club, and Kathy, a goth girl known as the Titty Monster among the cheerleaders, got up to confront Heather.

The cheerleaders and their jock boyfriends had destroyed the garden after losing the homecoming game, even breaking some of the concrete benches, and Christine was not going to let it happen again. She and her friends had put a lot of hours into, and raised a lot of money for, making the area beautiful.

Christine, or Chris to her friends, spoke first, "What are you doing here, Bitch? You fuckin' lost, or did you lose your airhead friends?"

She was surprised to see Heather by herself, her pack of she-wolfs rarely traveled alone, it being easier to bully others when in a group.

Heather eyed the two angry looking young women. Christine was a big girl. A six foot tall blond with large breasts, larger even than Heather's, and thick muscular arms and thighs. On any given day Chris could be found wearing overalls, her fingernails were often cracked and dirty from working in the Pit or her own home garden. She loved all things in nature, but her hatred for the cheerleaders and their jock boyfriends was legendary.

By contrast, Kathy was short, barely over five feet. She had dark brown hair with crimson dyed tips, framing an absolutely beautiful face. She could have easily been considered the prettiest girl in school, if not for her poor self esteem and the fact that people rarely looked at her face.

Dressed in black, the goth girl's most outstanding feature was her ridiculously huge breasts, easily the largest Heather had ever seen, which hung down almost to her waist even with the support of the industrial strength bra she wore. Jealous of her beauty, and the attention she received for her gigantic breasts, she was a constant target of jokes by the cheerleaders. Kathy was not strong or athletic, but she was in her home territory, surrounded by friends, and Heather was alone.

Thanks to their boyfriends destructive habits, the Pit was not an area that the cheerleaders entered willingly. Too late, Heather realized her mistake and her need to get out of there fast. With real fear in her stomach, she quickly turned on her heels and left, trying not to look like she was in great haste, with Chris calling out, "Yeah bitch, you better run!"

Chris turned around to head back over to the table Zack, Gabriela, and Angie were seated at. She nearly bumped into Kathy, having not noticed her friend behind her. She smiled at her and said, "Thanks for having my back Kat, but I can take that bitch easy."

"Oh, I didn't think you needed help really. I just um..." Kathy shrugged her shoulders as her voice trailed off. Her hatred for Heather was much more personal.

The two girls had been best friends in elementary school. They were inseparable and as close as two kids could get.

All of that changed when Kathy hit puberty. Her hips widened and her breasts started to grow, and they never stopped. At first Kathy enjoyed the attention she was getting from the boys. Heather was jealous but she hid it well.

As Kathy's bust continued to grow the attention from some boys became twisted and lewd. Every few days her breasts were 'accidentally' groped. Then people began calling her a slut because of how her body had developed.

Heather wouldn't believe that Kathy was growing uncomfortable with the attention, or that she was beginning to feel pain from having such large breasts. Heather wanted the attention Kathy was getting, she craved it, and that drove a wedge between them.

By the time they entered high school, they were no longer friends. Heather had found new friends, and gave Kathy the nickname Titty Monster.

Kathy's parents had become concerned when her cup size went through the first quarter of the alphabet before she entered high school. Then her skin began to split.

Her parents took her to several doctors, but there was very little they could do. Her doctors called it adolescent hypertrophy of the breasts. The internet called it macromastia. Recently, when her cup size reached the second half of the alphabet, they talked about breast reduction surgery. But it was expensive, and not covered by insurance.

Kathy's father was on disability due to a variety of health problems related to his age, he was 22 years older than his wife. Her mother was able to keep the family fed and a roof over their heads. They were poor, and had to be careful with money. There simply wasn't enough for the surgery.

All of these problems seemed to pile on top of Kathy, she retreated into herself. Only here among the rejects, geeks, and nerds, the "Denizens of the Pit" as they called themselves, did she find people that she could call friends.

The Denizens got to see a part of her that she showed no one else. They knew her as a loving person that enjoyed giving hugs and spent several hours each week helping to maintain the garden. She was especially skilled at making crowns and tiaras out of the various flowers grown there. She gave them to the female Denizens, who happily wore them.

But Kathy was miserable deep inside. It no longer bothered her that none of the boys and even many of the girls refused to look anywhere but her boobs. She didn't care if she couldn't get a breast reduction, she didn't hate her breasts, she just wanted them to stop hurting.

But there was one boy... No, not a boy. One MAN, that she didn't mind looking. He had always been kind to her, he would even wear one of the crowns she made. Seeing him walking around doing a ridiculous parody of royalty always made her smile.

Even if he couldn't control his eyes, he tried, and was embarrassed when he got caught.

It was said a Stretcher Kings cum could cure any disease. Kathy would give anything for a cure for her illness. She just needed to gather the courage to ask him.

"What the hell do you think she wanted?" said Zack.

Gabriela, or Gabbie to her friends, answered, "Seems like she was looking for someone. Pity the poor soul when she find them."

"Fuck", muttered Angie.

That was quickly followed by an, "Aw shit!" from Zack.

Chris looked at the two with a question on her face.

Sudden realization struck Gabbie and she spoke up, "Look around Chris. Who's not here? The only Denizen of the Pit that's missing is a certain recently famous big dicked individual. I hope fame hasn't made him ditch us for greener pastures."

Before Zack could defend his best friend, Angie beat him to it, "Nah he'd never do that. On my way here I saw him walking with Ms. Morris into the teachers lounge. I'd bet dollars to donuts that she wants a stretchin'."

Chris spoke up, "Well ok, that's great that he didn't ditch us. But it's also not the point. Why the hell is Heather after him? My money is she sees him as a rising star. I mean he's a Stretcher King now, eventually he's going to start meeting rich and powerful people. All that bitch sees in him is as her ticket to easy street."

Gabbie chimed in with, "But how do we keep her away? Heck, how do we keep from losing him?" There was more than a bit of longing in her eyes.

Chris got an idea, "What he needs is a girlfriend. Any volunteers?"

Before anyone else could speak they heard an immediate and loud proclamation from the next table over.

"I'll do it! I'll be his girlfriend!" All four friends looked over and found Kathy on her feet, hand in the air as if she were waiting on a teacher to call on her.

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