The new Becky

She didn't roll in until the last possible second. Luke actually thought Becky was going to skip, something unheard of for the girl.

Then in she came in, giggling her head off with Mike Taylor, one of the Varsity linebackers tickling her on the belly. All the action made the girl jiggle hypnotically. The entire classroom did a double take.

This included Mr. Davis, who seemed to have broken out into a cold sweat upon seeing that his favorite student had…”blossomed”.

Becky sauntered in, giving the entire class a hungry look, finishing up in the desk next to Luke. Up close, she was even more painfully attractive.

It was strange. It was very clearly Becky. The same facial features and mannerisms that had defined Luke’s best friend were all still there, just enhanced.

Then there were Becky’s creamy breasts, so big they seemed to threaten to pop out of her tight top. Luke recognized the outfit as one Becky has worn before, but now it was warped to accentuate the girl’s body in the most sexual way possible.

“Hey Becky,” Luke murmured. He felt like he was going to pass out.

Becky turned and regarded Luke with equal parts flirtatious sex appeal and dead eyed malice.

“Hey Lukie-poo. How's it hanging?”

“You seem different,” he murmured.

“Oh, I feel different,” Becky purred.

They were interrupted by the quavering voice of Mr. Davis.

“Alright class. As I said last week, we’ll be pairing up for projects today. It's your choice who you work with. I'll work out the kinks since we have an odd number.”

With that, everyone stood up to find partners. Luke turned cautiously to Becky only to see her brush right by him and over to Mike Taylor without sparing him another glance.

It was the same Mike Taylor, jock bully extraordinaire that had made Luke’s life a living hell for the better part of a decade. The same jerk that had routinely played keep away with Becky’s books and purse on multiple occasions.

“Hello stranger,” Becky cooed. “Wanna be my partner?”

Becky squeezed her new chest between her arms, causing her creamy swells to threaten to erupt from the labored garment. She was very obviously not wearing a bra.

“Uh, sure.” Mike said, blushing.

Luke spent the rest of the period watching the two make googly eyes at each other as he worked with two other class rejects in a three-person group. The world felt cold and so very lonely.

When the bell rang, Luke tried his best to catch up with Becky, but she was already out the door and gone, presumably with Mike. She never showed up for the next period class.