Jim McNutt’s Day Off: Bustin' Out with his Best Friend Rick

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*Swipe-Swipe*

“C’mon, man…” Rick rubbed his shoulder, “let’s get serious.”

“Just a second, dude.”

*Swipe-Swipe*

The two perverted teens were stationed in Jim’s kitchen, the room farthest from potential wandering eyes on the street front as per Rick’s request. The redhead was sitting on the cool white tiled counter, legs and arms crossed as his blush continued to match his bright hair. Jim meanwhile was finishing some typing and swiping on his phone.

“See?” He held his image results next to Rick’s face, a flattering picture of Christina Hendricks filling the screen. “I told you. You’re a splitting image of her now! Redhair and big pale boobs!” Jim’s eyes shifted between the scowling boy and the actress.

“You’re such an ass…” He grumbled out with squirming lips, turning his head, “Is that all you called me over for!?”

Jim could hardly be blamed for his childish behaviour in the presence of his new gifts. They were big, they were bouncy, and they were perkily round in a way which only mad science could give. Mashed up in strained white shirt almost made see-through, a delicious long ‘T’ shape dived from his collarbone as massive mammary one and two grinded and slathered each other in jiggling harmony. The trenchcoat on a hot day was a poor decision for the teen, but now wet and glimmering under the light, those bra-less tits were an observing delight.

“Actually, I think your tits are bigger…” Jim rubbed his chin, as if he was about to run some measurements. However, he changed his tune just in time to stop Rick from exploding, “anyways, don’t worry. We’ll fix you up soon enough and in the meantime, you can be real useful.”

“Well first,” he rolled his eyes, not facing his friend but at least giving him a passing gaze, “could you do me a solid and get me a bra? I had to grab my sister’s stupid shirt as it was the only thing that fit, but obviously she doesn’t have a big enough bra for me. Not even by a long shot.” He gripped those tits barely glazed by clothe, soft skin spilling between each digit as he lifted then let go, a bounce only possible with scientifically perk-ilated breasts as they went in all directions to prove his point. “I mean, it’s humiliating, but this bouncing drives me crazy! Hard to control, and…” He poked two erect nipples pressing like diamond dimes, “these are being rubbed all the time.”

“You know, Rick.” Jim put his phone back into his pocket. “This has happened some much, I’m surprised you don’t already have clothing for such a scenario.”

His friend gave a bit of a disgusted sigh as he looked to the side again, “I.. I mean I do, actually, but these are so large… Yeah, they don’t fit at all comfortably the one I built up the courage to finally buy for such a situation.” He turned with burning cheeks and furrowed his brow deep, “B-But it’s not like I don’t know you have a few big bras at your disposal. No one at school has missed how Edith has been, *ahem*, developing.”

“I’d love to help, Rick.” Jim nodded slowly, his eyes tearing up with crocodile tears, “but I would never, ever, violate the sanctity of my sister’s room. Even if I did, her underwear drawer would most likely be under a lock and key due to a low trust of her older brother.” He shrugged.

“Are you going to give me her bra or not?”

He reached behind and pulled out a baby blue bra and thong from his pocket. “I didn’t know exactly what had happened before you came, but I came prepared.”

”Great.” He snatched the expansive bra from his hands and slipped off the counter. “I’m going to change.”

”What, you’re not going to show off your handy work?” Jim pouted. “All that hard work going into titties and you’re going to hide them from the world? Imagine if Da Vinci kept his-”

“Can it, Jimbo.” Rick groaned as he made his way out of the kitchen. “This chemical imbalance, which caused this swelling in my chest, will slowly shrink and reduce itself back to normal. And if you say you can’t fix it, or maybe you’re just unwilling, I’m going to do all I can to wait out the clock in peace.”

”Well, you owe me for the bra now, and I’m going to call the favour after you’re done!”

“Two-hundred and five. Two-hundred and six. Two-hundred and seven.”

Installing a chin-up bar in her office was the best decision Katherine Geiser had made in recent years. It kept her calm, it kept her focused, and it kept her fit. She raised her side-buzzed silver mane over the bar once more, sharp blue eyes glued forward, wild points almost touching the ceiling as her feet crossed and recrossed a foot over the carpeting.

”Two-hundred and eight.”

She reminded herself why she was doing this, pumping going into overdrive as she kept going.

Sombrios Picos High used to be the exemplar in the state of how to run a school. The well-behaved students were smiling and learning, the reliable teachers busy but content, the school grounds clean and the superintendent probably was taking a bit too much credit for Geiser’s success, but Kathrine overall had very little to complain about. Her choice to become a school’s principal had panned out so smoothly, she had to wonder if she had been merely lucky so far.

She had been.

The next year started like any other, new middle-schoolers filing into her high school with the usual list of potential troublemakers going past her desk. This was the first time she saw Jim McNutt’s name. Science genius,a little geeky, a total pervert, it wasn’t like Geiser hadn’t seen this before. She felt more than ready for Mr. McNutt, but if only she could warn her previous self of the coming chaos.

In the first semester, it was the suspicious ‘derrière’ incident with Miss Fouquet, the French teacher whose coffee made her behind grow with each sip. They had to have three men to pull her off of her sudden obsession of rubbing her jiggly booty on her students’ junk. Katherine would have felt bad if she hadn’t heard that Miss Fouquet was making quite the pretty penny in the realm of ‘video-based’ entertainment.

One teacher was one thing, but in the second semester, their cheerleading squad of state-wide fame came down with a case of, lacking a better word, lesbianism. If it wasn’t putting out the flames of an all out orgy in the showers, it was dealing with brutal lovers’ quarrels which sometimes were as extreme as to cut break lines to cars.

At first, Katherine threw the net out wide, ensuring no single student felt targeted as they searched for the perpetrator. However, as the months past, as entire teaching staffs were changed into big breasted drooling bimbos, students known to bully losing their shlangs, Asian exchange students waking up to American-sized tits, and cases of student indecency increased 1200%, the search became more and more targeted.

Finally, the last semester of Jim McNutt, when an odd pink mist circulated around the ventilation system at 11:00 sharp, causing what would be colloquially called the ‘breast-pocalypse’ in the halls, it was finally enough. Katherine had been a good girl for long enough, and she had gained a few connections in those years. The FBI was too late to save most from inflation, but she sent the officers after Jim and pointed right at his locker, assuming she had the bugger down for good.

But in a twist which still befuddles her today, not only did the FBI not find any residue of the expanding agent in Jim’s locker or on his palms, but the department of Homeland Security called in to pull the investigation. Katherine sat down stunned and dizzy, she was now in control of a school considered ‘troubled’ due to poor performance and students missing class for sex, her teaching staff had to rotated constantly, and now she spent any good will left over accusing a boy which was proven innocent.

Then her breasts started to grow.

She had managed to shut and lock the door before her blouse busted open in an explosion of buttons, but it didn’t stop a second round pink mist to leak exclusively into her office. A furious session of roaming fingers and self-pleasure followed. Increased arousal a side-effect felt by most women in the east wing of the school, but such a concentrated douse made Katherine more horny than any woman in history. Four hours later, every piece of furniture had a slick translucent layer of cum on it, the tip of the flag pole especially polished, and her poor girls had been super-sized more than any other female in the school.

Katherine gave a lion’s growl at the picture on the dartboard, Jim’s face full of holes, before she dropped to the floor. She quickly gripped hands to her chest, melons bounding in all directions as her grumble grew deeper. “Stupid sportsbra..” Her fingers did their best to keep as much sweaty tits from merely popping out as they tended to do in any top, “Extra-Strong my ass..”

Turning to her side, the silver-haired principal posed to the mirror. The already fit woman had quickly transformed her body into a feminine machine of strength with powerful biceps and a flexible core which pumped superfluous energy into the administrator. Of course, it didn’t matter to most that she could probably rip the ancient technology of a phonebook in half when she had mini-moons dangling on her chest.

There was a flashing redlight on her phone and she grabbed as sweat towel to dab her bulging flesh shelf as she cleared her throat. “Yes?”

“Yes, Principal Geiser.” Her blonde secretary in the other room said over the sound of her filing nails. “Three things. One: We found some girls cutting class to fool around in the physics section of the library.”

Katherine grunted as wiping her breasts of sweat had become a labour since their growth, so much soft, mashable flesh to cover in between her cleavage. “Tell them to report to the after-class clean up duty with the others. I thought I told you that you didn’t need to tell me about this anymore, since it’s become tiresome to deal with so many cases. What’s next?”

“Of course, Principal Geiser. Next, we have two gentlemen stating that they are here to measure your bust and get new dimensions on your new bra?”

The grip on the sweat towel became like a vice as Katherine’s entire muscular form flexed. She did indeed need to get bras specially made for herself now, each one costing a pretty penny to import and produce from what she assumed was the same material as parachutes. “Did they share any identification with you, or are they in a uniform, perhaps, which can prove who they say they are?”

“No but-”

”Then they’re just some damned kіds having a yuck, then!” Katherine threw her towel at a ‘top-school’ award from three years ago, the certification falling to the carpeting with a crash. “Is that all?”

“Uh no, ma’am…” The voice on the other side was visibly shaken, taking a while to respond, “t-there’s a call about one of the students, something about an emergency?”

”And you didn’t start with that?!” Katherine pulled out a file of other résumés of potential future secretaries, seeing a vacancy opening real soon. “We have horny teens pawing over themselves and wanting me every damn second! Put him on!”

“Y-Yes, ma’am!”

“And stop with the ma’am shit…” She grumbled, “I’m not even forty yet…” The line changed on her phone along with her voice. “Yes, this is Principal Geiser, how can I help you?”

“Uh hello, this is Doctor Bustos,” a deep voice came from the other side, “and I was hoping that-”

”Dr. Bust, was it?” Geiser pulled a dart from the dartboard and flung it with perfect aim at Jim’s eyeball. “Can you pranking jackasses get off my damned line!?”

“It’s Doctor Rodriguez Bustos, and no, Principal Geiser, I’m actually calling about one of your students.”

Katherine raised an eyebrow before sighing to rub her eyebrows. “My apologies sir. It’s been one of those days.” She sat down in her swivel office chair. “I didn’t mean to mock your name…”

“We Bustos are a proud people, Principal Geiser, in America before even George Washington was born.”

”I’m sure.” Katherine just hoped she wouldn’t have to organize another sensitivity class in her school to counteract her quick comment. “Now, what can I help you with?”

”The results of one of our breasts scans has revealed some troubling information, and we would kindly request that you excuse this student in order so we may do more conclusive and intimate examinations upon her chest tissue.”

“Mmmhmm…” She started to doodle ‘mammologist’ on a piece of paper, thinking that the doctors involving breasts had probably been having a field day of concerned parents sending their daughters for examinations in the last six-months. “And which student are we talking about?”

“What?”

“I mean,” her chair creaked as she leaned in, “you haven’t told me the name of the student you want to pull out of their studies.”

“One second.”

“What do you mean you don’t know!?” Jim flailed his arms in an explosive manner as quietly as possible.

”I don’t know!” Rick pressed the phone to his big flopping chest as a muffle, ensuring Geiser didn’t hear, “you don’t always have the same girlfriend!”

“Ugh… really?” He rolled his eyes. “I thought you had this basic detail down when you called! It’s not that hard to follow who I’m dating…”

”Just give me a name so she doesn’t get suspicious!!”

Jim held back the urge to smack his ass, or a tit, and sighed as he told his girlfriend’s name.

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