2nd period: Kittie gets embarrassed

Kittie had never been athletic, even before she grew giant milkers and her depression kicked in. She was a decent swimmer, but Kittie preferred to sit in the bleachers and read a book rather than participate in sports.

Every day in second period, the busty goth would show up late with a teacher's note from Kaufmann, and change into her gym uniform (a John Adams High School shirt that was a size too small, with a pair of blue nylon gym shorts and sneakers) in the locker room after the other girls were finished. It was annoying to do, but it was better than being teased mercilessly for her breast size.

Unfortunately for the goth girl, today she'd been **** into a game of dodgeball with the other girls. The boys watched from the bleachers, cheering on the game and discussing the girls' bodies in their tight gym clothes, as one team completely dominates the other. Kittie was fighting to survive.

She looks across the hardwood basketball court to see 6 much bigger, much stronger girls, all of them student athletes. They always teamed up whenever they were allowed, and today Coach Carroll was allowing it. With very little effort, they were completely demolishing the "indoor kids" on Kittie's side.

She was usually a pro at hiding in the backline and avoiding notice, but as Kittie's team dwindled down to two, it was becoming impossible, as it was only herself and petite little Alice remaining. As a cheerleader, Alice was very athletic herself. Jumping and bending to dodge throws, she does well for herself until the numbers catch up to her. A midair split clears one of the flying rubber balls, but another one slams into her tight, toned tummy. The 5'1 Asian lands back on her feet and puts a hand to her stinging abs.

"Ow!" she cries out, sounding more disappointed than hurt.

"Sorry Alice, love you!" calls back the softball player who eliminated her.

"Love you too!" she replies with a cute smile.

Alice quickly clears off of the court, and suddenly all eyes are on Kittie. The clumsy, big titted teen immediately feels the pressure mounting. Everyone was watching, and these girls were hungry for victory, but Kittie felt like she still had a chance.

As she faces down six hungry competitors, with her teammates on the sideline praying for a miracle catch, Kittie hears laughter around the gym. The boys were laughing at her, knowing she had no chance. Even beneath her makeup, Kittie's face turns bright red. She knew her predicament just the same as everyone else.

A ball comes flying at her legs from one of the softball players. Kittie has to jump into the air and pull her legs out of the way to avoid the hit, but she just manages it. When her sneakers the floor again, her heavy tits bounce lewdly for the crowd.

Proud of her surprising athletic move, she quickly gets back into position, feeling a little confident. But then she hears an even worse sound echo through the gym.

"MOOOOOOOO!"

More laughing erupts at the cow sound, as a few copycats join in. The taunting cow noises surround her as the busty teen tries desperately to track the 6 competitors in front of her, all of them holding rubber balls and sizing Kittie up; at least 3 of them were laughing along with the boys in the crowd.

The 6'2 volleyball star in the front drops back to her teammates and starts to coordinate with them, keeping her voice just low enough that their helpless opponent couldn't hear her over the mocking cow noises from the crowd of boys.

"Make her jump again!"

"Run, Kittie, run!"

"MOOOOOO!"

With big smiles, the girls form up line a firing line, balls loaded and ready to unleash them on their target. But out of the corner of her eye, Kittie notices a lone ball on her side of the court, about 8 feet to her right. If she ran and jumped for it, she could maybe reach it in time and have a shield. The girls watch her hungrily, ready to strike.

Kittie goes for it, darting to her right with as much speed as she can muster. The unathletic teen's feet pound the hardwood, squeaking as they find traction. She could totally make this. She could make a big play and shut all these dumbasses up.

Unfortunately, every girl standing in front of her watches her eyes move to the ball and back. They know what she'll do before she does. The volleyball star unleashes first. Kittie only makes it three steps before the rubber ball comes sailing in and knocks her feet out from under her.

In front of her classmates, Kittie's overdeveloped body falls through the air. Mid-air, another ball hits her in the stomach, right where Alice had been hit. Unfortunately, Kittie wasn't as tough as the little Asian and it knocks the wind out of her before she can even land.

As gravity completes its work, Kittie lands hard on the floor with a grunt, directly on top of her big mouthwatering titsHer knees hit the floor next, as her body spins and slides to a halt, and the bottom of her t-shirt was now pulled up to her chin, exposing her huge teen tits to the other seniors. Luckily, Kittie had worn a bra today. It was pretty and lacy and black, and it was barely hiding her fat tits from her classmates' eyes.

Kittie, still unable to speak or even breathe, rolls over onto her side to catch her breath, facing her opponents. She's clearly beaten. The sounds of laughter and the mooing are still there, but now they're joined by cheering and catcall whistles.

She starts to pull herself to her feet when some male voice from the audience calls out, "SHE'S NOT OUT YET! GET HER!"

Not sure if it's true or not, the other girls still holding balls all aim at Kittie and fire, finishing their job. Kittie weakly raises her hands to defend herself, right as the rubber projectiles slam into her voluptuous body. One only grazes her thigh, but she winces in pain as two more balls smack her hard in her oversized titties, getting a cheer from the crowd. A split second later, the third ball smacks off of her pretty face with a hollow PWANG!; a direct head shot that leaves the teen reeling, her dark makeup smeared across her face from the impact.

Another round of laughter and cheers echo through the gym as the athletic girls celebrate their way off the court. They'd won easily, and none of them liked her very much anyway; they leave Kittie defeated in front of the mooing, laughing crowd as they high-five back to the bleachers.

With her stomach, her face, and her tits all red and stinging, the goth girl finally climbs to her feet and hobbles back to the bleachers, pulling her small shirt back over her tits, utterly embarrassed and beaten. With nothing else to do about the situation, she grabs her assignment from Kaufmann, a book of Shakespeare soliloquies, and buries herself in it until the mooing and laughter finally die down.

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"Hi, Kittie," says a cute, high-pitched voice behind her. Ugh, it was Alice again.

She turns to see the pretty Thai girl smiling, acting much friendlier without her buddy Jessica nearby. They shared this class period every day, but it was the first time Alice had opened a conversation with Kittie.

"Good game," she says sweetly, not meaning it. Kittie sulks into her book.

"Hey, did you ever find out why Fat Freddy was at your locker?"

Kittie could tell Alice was looking for gossip, and she wasn't ready to admit anything yet. "Huh? No, I didn't..." Her eyes nearly burn through her book as she stares nervously, before she turns back to her Asian classmate. "...why, did you hear something?"

Her blood runs cold as she waits to find out that the entire school knows about her and Freddy. But Alice just continues in her soft voice. "No, me and Jessica think he's gonna ask you out again." She frowns with disapproval. "That loser can't ever take a hint. What a creep."

The goth girl had to agree.

"And after what he did to Lisa Vasquez, I wouldn't go near him."

Kittie's ears perk up at the ominous message. Lisa Vasquez was a nerdy brunette the same age as Kittie and Freddy, and the only girl she knew whose tits were bigger than her own. She'd previously been part of Freddy's group of friends, but she had moved away during the summer. Kittie had no idea something had happened between them.

"Wait, what did he do?" the goth asks with deep concern.

Alice smiles, finally having someone to gossip with in class. "It's like, super fucked up. So over the summer, they..."

To Kittie's dismay, the bell chimes to signal the end of the class period.

"...oops, I'll tell you later!" says the cheerful Thai girl as she gets up from the bleachers and climbs down to join her fellow girls in the shower, giving them high fives as they go inside.

A couple of loud moos follow Kittie as she goes after, hoping for a chance to finish the conversation, but when she gets there Alice has already stripped down and entered the showers, her tight brown body glistening in the hot water. Kittie would have to wait there to finish the conversation, and she really didn't want to stand around waiting for one of the mean girls.

Since she hadn't sweated that much, the big titted teen changes back into her regular goth clothes, concealing the fat titties her classmates had nearly seen; Kittie straightens herself up and repairs her smeared makeup until she's dark and mysterious again. Regaining a little of her confidence, if not her dignity, she leaves for third period and her upcoming encounter with Fat Freddy.