Becky Plays Hooky Once More

Becky slipped through the empty hallways, trying her best to remain hidden from wandering administrators and teachers. This was made all the more difficult by the throbbing need in her crotch and breasts. Below the waist, her panties were soaked and above, her nipples had hardened against the fabric of her blouse, making them visible.

The girl was still unused to her transformed body, the way it swayed and bounced. It seemed like just walking could get her hot and bothered, but this was something else. A voice was calling to her and when it did, she felt the strongest jolts of arousal she ever felt.

“Good,” it whispered to her. “Leave this place. Flaunt the rules and come to me, child.”

A smaller voice, the old Becky, screamed for her to turn back and return to class. This voice, the book, all of it was wicked. Not only that, it was turning her into something unrecognizable.

She walked down the stairwell to the bottom floor, feeling her chest bounce. Becky has spent most of her adolescence sneering at the popular girls with their big tits and now here she was.

Soft afternoon light streamed through angled ceiling windows onto the girl’s delicate face. She glanced around, noticing the pinned posters and art work on the walls of the stairwell. There was a flash of memory.

Her and Luke, both thorough art nerds, had entered the Spring art competition their Freshman year. It was the first time they ever competed against each other for something major and it was the first time they fought. Luke tried to channel Monet, with a replica of The Water Lily Pond, only with ugly realities added in. Nuclear waste, discarded styrofoam, dead fish.

It was nasty and brilliant and he had the work pegged from day one. Meanwhile, Becky floundered. First she tried to copy Luke’s overall approach and when that failed, she went hard abstract. Still, nothing materialized. She ended up submitting a ratty sketch of an apple, knowing she had lost.

She couldn’t speak to Luke for days. When she saw him, she saw her own inadequacy. She knew for certain he would win and it would be the beginning of the end for them. He would be the popular, super-talented artist. She the loser, left isolated and alone.

How times have changed, right?

The whole nonsensical affair ended when the results came out. Becky couldn’t even open the envelope. Next thing she knows, Luke is over at her house, knocking on the door with a big, goofy grin. In one hand, he held his open results envelope. In the other, a big tub of strawberry cheesecake ice cream, Becky’s favorite.

They both lost. Instead, some nimrod had drawn a very realistic apple and that was apparently the standards their school had for fine art. They spent the rest of the day giggling and down bowl after bowl of ice cream until their bellies felt like bursting.

Becky reaches the bottom of the stairs and paused, looking at her reflection in the glass window of an empty media room. She noticed all the new curves, her beautified face staring back at her. All so different to look at, but her memories were the same deep inside.

Becky heard Danny’s voice pleading with her to reach out to Luke, to be his friend again. She took a step backwards.

Then came that _other _voice, it’s words were syrupy and cajoling, but there was a desperation under the surface.

“What’s in the past in the past. I’m your future. You need me, Becky. And I need you. Besides, you can always come back for him after we’re done.”

In an instant, Becky’s vaginal muscles spasmed, nearly sending her to the cold tile floor. A gush of cum burst from the girl’a pussy, soaking her panties.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

“There’s more to come. Luke never was able to do that for you, was he? Even though you wanted-“

“Get the fuck out of my head.”

Becky’s vision went white as an even more intense orgasm rolled over her like lightning.

“No,” the voice said.

“Please. I don’t want this,” Becky felt her eyes watering.

“You better hurry, you don’t want to spray yourself all over the hallway.”

Another intense orgasm. Becky felt her warm juices rolling down her shapely legs.

She got up and sprinted down the hallway to the basement exit.

Becky paused for a moment, feeling the cold metal of the door handle warm in her hand. She looked back and thought of Luke. Thought of that sweet Spring afternoon inhaling her favorite ice cream next to her best friend.

“I’m sorry”, she said.

Then Becky walked out the door.