The sun rose over the picturesque, white-picket houses of Sumbrios Picos, a suburb of Shadow Peaks. The morning rays began its toasting of the asphalt earlier than usual, promising a pleasantly warm day where the birds would happily chirp, and girls’ tops would expose a little more skin to tan. It was guaranteeing to be a great day.
The only problem was, it was a Tuesday and unless you were an unlucky schmuck without a job, you were going to work or school today. Only the tail-end of such a gorgeous day would be properly enjoyed as most slaved behind desks under flickering fluorescent bulbs. It could be worse though, as at least you had your health.
Julia McNutt furrowed her brow at the saliva-soaked thermometer in her nails, nose wiggling as the red numbers remained too low for a fever, but too high to be safe. “Well son,” momma McNutt shook her brunette mane, tips tickling the shoulders of her grey pants suit. “I don’t think you should go to school today, despite your protests.”
“Oooh~” Jim croaked out, his hand reaching out with crooked clammy fingers, “b-b-b-b-but I have a t-t-t-t-test today and-”
”That’s the end of that,” James used his affirmative ‘dad-voice’ and lightly tucked those Star Wars bedsheets over his son’s scrawny upper body. “You just stay in bed and get better. That’s an order, soldier.” Slightly ironic coming from a man who never even held a squirt-rifle, McNutt senior as scrawny as his son.
”Oh but…” Jim looked to the side, gritting his teeth with a retainer leached on, “who will get my homework while I’m away? I’ll fall behind and-”
”Look, sweetheart,” Julia leaned to kiss her son on his mostly acne-free forehead, “don’t you worry. I know your sister would be absolutely thrilled to help her big brother.” Julia shot a glance back towards the door frame of her son’s bedroom, her smile weak but grey eyes sharp on the other teen in the family. “Isn’t that right, Edith?”
There was no better sign of the coming summer than Edith blossoming her still developing, but definitively full, sweatermeat into a flowery tank-top which kept her cool. Her parents were always saying that puberty was being extra generous to her, but she knew better when she had a brother like Jim. She pushed some brown bangs from her face, ensuring that Jim, and the enablers she was forced to call parents, got a full blast of the scorn searing from her amber eyes. “Are you seriously buying this?!” She huffed with bubble-pink manicured hands on her hips, which were also suspiciously overly-developed, before pointing accusingly, “Jim’s been sick, like, every week since the school year began!”
Julia sighed, turning to her freckled daughter and looked down, as although the ‘blessing’ of this puberty had hit her previously petite princess like a 18-wheeler, the height fairy had still to make a visit. “Edith. We know how you two don’t always get along, but you must understand that Jim is a special, fragile, boy.” Her eyes looked to the side, perhaps a single tear welling up as she took a deep breath, “he’s not always fit enough to face the world. And it’s our job-”
“It’s your job to protect the world from him!” Edith steamed out with a stomp of her left foot, a quake jiggling up her body until her full lips pouted. “Did you forget that only six months ago, it was your ‘fragile’ boy who released the tit-inflation equivalent of mustard gas in our school? Our principal still has the rack of a damned prize-winning cow.” She pushed her bosom up with her palms, then bloated her cheeks, emphasizing Principal Geizer now ridiculous cup size beyond mere letters.
“Accidents…” Jim gasped with his hands clenched to his sheets, “…happen.” His head fell limp, tongue sticking from dry lips.
“That’s right, Edith.” James crossed his arms to give that stern ‘dad-look’ of his, the glasses falling slightly down his nose. “It was proven to be a simple mistake.” It was a big deal that the FBI came to their school. “And you know, Jim’s little science hobby is probably going to prove to be quite lucrative one day, princess, so I’d be nicer if I were you.” He winked with a new grin, before grabbing his briefcase off the floor. “Alright, business time, guys.” He adjusted his blue tie, and pulled up his sagging belt, “gotta get going.”
”Oh, it’s that late already?” Julia’s eyes bulged at her smart phone, laying another kiss on Jim’s forehead before turning on her short heels. “Alright honey, there are leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry, but please simply try to sleep as much as possible.” Maybe it was all the talk about breasts, but Julia adjusted her bra as subtle as possible, remembering how recently her bras haven’t been fitting properly. There was a tiny snap sound in the room, and Julia suddenly gripped her breasts and blushed. “I-I’ll be by my phone if you need anything.”
”Fine.” Jim cleared his throat of flem, “i-if you insist…”
“I do.” His mother quickly concluded as both parents pushed past Edith guarding the doorway with crossed arms. “And Edith, you’d b-better start getting to school!” Her voice was shaky as she had an arm across her chest before she cleared her throat. “You don’t want to be late, do you?”
Once dad was downstairs and mom was in her room to get a new bra, Edith shot a pink fingernail like it was a laser-mounted Glock. “Your luck’s going to run out soon, you worm. Just you wait!”
”Is that you Edith?” Jim closed his eyes and flailed his arms around for a bit, “everything is so dark. Please… Slosh those giant tits around so I can be sure it’s you.” He mimed big fat tits rumbling on his chest, “shake them like you do for when Brad sneaks over, when you think everyone is asleep.”
“UGH!” Her grunt was so high-pitched it was almost a screech, white door slamming so hard that the walls shook and a poster of Einstein fluttered down from the wall.
Chuckling, Jim put his arms behind his head and smiled before turning towards you behind the screen.
“I don’t really even hate school that much,” Jim started, “especially since the summer fashion’s coming out and some ladies of Shadow Peaks are confidently showing off their peaks. But, I have to be honest, my ambitions are little bigger than drawing big boobs in my notebook for today.” He swept his favourite bedsheets off and exposed his legs already in ripped blue jeans.
He peeled the curtain to his window just a smidgen, seeing his sister’s fancy brand new Mini pull away for the prison the government was legally obligated to call ‘education’. “When you have ambitions, you gotta be able to take some risks. What Edith said was true, about the amount of sick days, and I’m risking being sent to the doctor,” he stuck his tongue out at you, “which is a million times worse then school. But, calling in sick? It’s remained the easiest way to skip class since the beginning of time, and why fix what ain’t broken?”
Jim turned the shower on, slightly steaming water blasting the marble tub as he looked in the mirror. He thanked nature a bit for his perfectly healthy body, despite it still remaining a bit scrawny and pale, but he thanked nothing but his own science for the thick, tonnage which now flopped between his legs. “What I lack in creative solutions however,” he jumped under the stream, “I’ll make up with execution. Most teens cut class to sleep, go to the mall, or do some other hoo-haa which I think is just as boring as dirt-easy physics lesson they give at school.”
Wrapping a towel over his short, dripping chestnut hair, he walked back to his room, big science apparatus slapping from thigh to thigh, clap echoing throughout the house from its weight. “But this plan requires means even beyond my own. I may have already invented more perverted-tech than most make in a life-time, but I know only one dude who can do any voice I tell him to do.”
*Ring-Ring*
“Hello?” The voice on the other side sounded already past death, nose suckling on barely any air, throat stuffed with coughs and lungs gasping. “I-I’m sorry, but I’m dying and therefore I’m unable to change my service provider…”
“It’s me, you dingus.” Jim rolled his eyes as he typed at his computer, hacking the school’s database. If someone had more than five absences in a month, it triggered an automatic meeting with a councillor on such behaviour, and he didn’t need his mom finding this out. Needless to say he knocked the number of absences back to 4 for the third time this month. “Don’t you ever check your caller-ID?”
“Jim?” The ginger laid on the acting even thicker, a hoarse wheezing coming from the other side as bedsheets ruffled. “T-This may be the last time we can talk.” He let out a woof from his lungs, “I-I’ve got the death. Now the world is looking so dark…”
“Yeah, yeah…” Jim mindlessly moved his mouse around, working on his latest photo-shop project, blowing up a flat-celebrity’s chest to beyond beach-ball proportions, “just get your ass over here and help me make the best day of our lives.”
“My life…” A few more gasps came before the sound of fluttering Kleenex moved past the phone, “I can’t-can’t…” The phone swiped, leaving a dead silence on the other end.
“Rick’s not sick, the faker.” Jim shrugged at you, changing his photo-shop tab so now he could edit a picture of him in bed, looking much more jaundice than in reality. “You see, he does this from time to time, faking an illness to cover for the fact he fumbled up one of his experiments.” He darkened his eyes on the computer, making it perfect for Instagram. “That isn’t to say that Rick’s not a good scientist, of course. But chemistry is generally unstable, and despite my insistence that laser physics is the way to go, he’s sure that he’s on the cusp of finding that mystical love potion for a perfect girlfriend. I just worry about what that poor boy has gotten himself into this time.” Jim pressed his smart phone yet again to his face.
“What do you want? Can’t even the dead rest from you?” His façade had only slightly been dropped, at least being more audible this time.
”Look. If you’re not at my place in fifteen minutes, I’m going to find a new best buddy!”
“You’ve been saying that since we met at science camp all those years ago.” He coughed, “like, you literally said that when you demanded a panties-raid on the hot counsellor’s place. I don’t remember that going so well…”
“What do you mean? We got panties!”
“Those were boxers from the boyfriend who was porking her!”
”Pfft.” Jim scoffed as he got up, “minor details. Now get your ass over here. You know I have the means now to create a super smart and obedient busty hottie in a snap. I’ll make her ginger too.” Jim hung up and smiled with a stretch, “and now we play the waiting game.”
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