Mostly physically

"Well, I think I'd better hear it from you," Natalie says, plopping her tray down next to Chad. "I haven't seen the video, but it's impossible not to have heard what people are saying about it. Did you eat a girl out in class?"

The universe must have blipped, because when Chad finished his question, it was as if Nate vanished. He whips his head around, following the voice, prompting a smile on the cute girl's face. She has her perfectly black hair in a bob, held back by a hair band. She has blood red lipstick, pale skin, strong eyeliner, and several piercings up one ear. She's wearing a Depeche Mode shirt, with the collar cut open so that it reveals one shoulder and a black bra strap. She isn't gorgeous, and her body is still a little boyish with no boobs or curves to speak of, but she's certainly out of Chad's league.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Brad made me," he said, feeling guilty for cheating when he'd never even had a girlfriend before. "You don't blame me for that, right? Don't you believe that I didn't have a choice?" He gives her a nervous smile. His heart pounds, looking at Natalie, and wonders if his question had made him love her, or if he was just happy to have an ally.

She sits, finding Brad in the lunch line and glaring. "Yeah, of course I get it," she says. "It's not like I haven't been there when him and his bimbo are around," she rolls her eyes in exasperation.

"Are you talking about me?" a voice from behind them says. "You know, it's so cute how losers flock together. If you can't get laid, at least you don't get laid together." Chad looks around to see Halley, complete with a small gang of other cheerleaders. Halley seems to have changed clothes, and is now in a pink lace teddy, her pussy fully on display and her impressive tits nearly falling out. Chad's heart sinks, having just given himself a moment of respite, and a chance to consider. But at the same time, he feels himself get hard again.

"Oh, hi Halley," Natalie says, icily. "Your owner is over there." She points to the line with her thumb.

Halley purses her lips, "As if I don't always know where he is." She seemed annoyed at the very concept of something as petty as someone else identifying his location better than her. Chad is surprised by her devotion, and a little dismayed by the cruel edge to her tone, which is nothing he's ever heard from her before.

"Yeah, she's a way better **** to him than you'll ever be," says one of her cronies.

Natalie turns back to her food. "Ignore them. There's no reason to listen to a word out of their mouths when they can't even think for themselves."

"It's not their fault," you whisper. Natalie gives you a dubious look. He considers his options. He could be nice to himself here, or he could be nicer to Brad. He sighs, not kidding himself, "well maybe it is, but you know the meaner the cheerleaders are, the more interested Brad is in fucking them, right?"

One of the Cronies puts her hands flat against Natalie's chest, squishing down the miniscule amount of tit that she has. "Wow! No wonder Brad won't fuck you. He's only interested in women!"

"Knock it off," Chad says. He's surprised that he's actually angry for his new girlfriend who has only really existed for about a minute. He'll unpack that later. "Leave Natalie alone. It's not like yours are really even that big, are they?" he asks, unintentionally.

"Are you kidding? These are my go-to titties," Brad says, sneaking up from behind the girl, fondling her chest which is suddenly in custom-order-bra-territory. "Halley can't even compare with the boob job my dad gave her."

Chad look at her boobs, knowing that he can't resist. "Are her boobs so perfect that they're her only identifier? Can she only be recognized by her chest, and does everyone just call her 'Tits?' And all of a sudden, he can't find himself able to look at Tits' face. Her breasts change, first getting even larger, and then more subtly, becoming the platonic ideal of breasts.