Jim McNutt’s Day Off: McNutt?...McNutt?....McNutt?....McNutt?

Unending BE - episode 1305928

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“Ah Daphne… Of course.” Principal Geiser grunted from the other side. “Red-head? New to town? Above *ahem* average measurements?”

“That’s her.” Rick gave his deep doctor voice again, perfected from years of watching Spanish bimbos on Mexican soaps, “very large in the bust area.”

”Mmmhmm…” The sound of tapping nails on a desk echoed through the phone, making Rick sweat a bit between his massive mammaries, twin drops of perspiration meeting in the shape of a heart in his cleavage. “Consider it done, Doctor Bustos.”

Jim lifted a fist in celebration as Rick nodded. “Uh that’s good to hear, Principal Geiser. I’ll pick her up in thirty minutes.”

”You’ll pick her up?” The tone was as burning as a lamp in an interrogation room. “Surely it will be her mother or legal guardian doing that…”

”Uh…” Rick leaned to the side, avoiding Jim’s spasming legs trying to kick him to change course. “O-Of course. I misspoke! Her mother will certainly be there soon for an appointment at my legitimate medical office.”

”What!?!” Jim’s voice was screaming as loud as a whisper could get, quickly grabbing some paper and slapping him on the boobs. The jiggling flesh was a reflection of his displeasure. “How are we going to do that!?”

Rick held out a finger, asking patience from his friend as he heard the rest from the speakerphone. “You know,” there was a sly chuckle from the principal, “how about I see her out? Just to make sure she’s safe? I’ll wait by her until her mother can pick her up in her car.”

”I’m s-sure that’s not necessary,” Rick literally was being chased by Jim, protecting his breasts from each swat, “why don’t-”

”I insist Doctor.”

“Um..” Rick and Jim mouthed a mile a second at each other before he nodded. “Alright. Thank you for you time.”

*Beep*

“C’mon!” Jim grunted out at the top of his lungs. “Did your tits take up your brain power? What were you thinking?!” His fingers drummed his forehead as he paced left and right, a stewing tiger brewing in his own broth of perverted planning.

“You panicked as much as me when she sniffed something was off!” Rick flailed his arms, before huffing with hands on his hips, “you didn’t have to chase me…” He paused. “By the way, this bra is working great!” He hefted his baby blue lifted tits and tittered, “really great support while I was running. Is this like some kind of sexy sports-bra hybrid?”

”Its from a special factory in Eastern Europe that makes bras exclusively for women of such measurements.” Jim rubbed his head as he stared right at the blue lace bleeding through the thin white top. “It was my birthday gift for Edith’s last birthday since she’s started to… over-develop.” He started to grin, “but your tits have just given me an idea! This means that we aren’t completely screwed.”

”Oh no, Jim.” Rick started to back up until his ass hit the cold surface of the fridge, his redhead shaking violently, “I agreed to make a call for exchange for the bra, but if you’re thinking what I think you are, that’s a step too far! I ain’t leaving this house!”

“Don’t be a baby!” Jim snapped his fingers. “You may not like the idea, but then I’d owe you a favour… How does that sound?”

”Jim favours are pretty nice…” Rick mused to the side before shaking his head. “But what exactly is your plan?”

“You might not like it Rick, but let’s just say we might need to change you a bit more…”

“Ling?”

C-cup Jenny Ling shot her hand up, the mention of her last name for attendance knocking her back into the land of the woke. “Wha? Here!”

“Um, like, Lyon?”

E-cup Pamela Lyon blew another bubble of her pink gum, a habit the brunette had picked up since her tits had inflated in a similar fashion. “Mmmhmm.” She barely acknowledged her name, much more interested in Donnie’s rubbing his crotch in her direction.

“Cool! We’re, like, doing good on names today! Mabey?”

“Oh, super here!” G-cup Abby Mabey shot her hand up, the curly blonde always the class suck-up even before the ‘breast-pocalypse’, but now this term had a whole new meaning for the boys.

“Wow, we have, like, almost a full-class today! That’s, um, so not normal. MacNice?”

“That’s MacNeish, Miss Ferrari.” N-cup Daphne corrected with her hand up, the ginger Scot immediately attracting all the eyes in the room, and certainly not because of her comment. “I’ve mentioned this a few times before…”

Miss Ferrari, of dyed jet black hair and overly-perky ta-tas popping from her pink blouse, just pouted, looking hurt by that comment. “Daphne!” The ‘educator’ flopped her glossy white nails of ludicrous length at her students’ bodies. “If I’ve told you like, once, I’ve told you a lotta times!” She stood up from her teaching desk, white five-inch heels clomping to the floor with the subtly of a trotting horse. “Please.. call me Val-Val, like all the cute boys do!”

“We love you Val-Val!” Donnie called out from the back, already having Pamela on his lap.

“Ooo~” Val-Val Ferrari, formerly Valerie Fereday, fluttered those big and dark, heavy-as-fans, eyelashes at the hooting and slobbering boys, her hips giving an excited swing. “Love ya too, boys!” She giggled as she picked up her chalk. “Now… What am I teaching again?”

Daphne rolled her eyes impatient, not knowing why her parents had sent her here. They were promised the best school in the district, but the teachers were either sex-starved for her big breasts, or complete idiots! Again she raised her hand with a straight arm, the cyan gem creeping over her mile of cleavage, the sound of her white blouse straining to remain descent. “Miss- I mean, Val-Val, you’re teaching English… You’re the school’s English teacher after all.”

“Oh.. Why did I get confused then?” She sucked on the other end of her whiteboard marker with her pink glossed lips, thirsty drool leaking down as underutilized gears grinded on her raven head. “O-Oh yeah! I’m, like, thinking of those pole dancing classes I give in the evenings at the community centre!” She pressed her bubble butt barely contained by her black miniskirt against the board, big cheeks now cooled against the metal ledger. “Can I just teach that today? A lotta less thinking… And more doing.” She again winked at her students, even the ladies starting to get into the cat-calling.

”Um teacher?”Abby Mabey put her hand up, “you didn’t finish your attendance!”

“Oh right! Silly-willy-Vally!” She gave her head an exaggerated smack, practically diving back to the office chair butt first as she picked up the class list. “And we already did MacNice so…” She slowly ran her finger down the list of students. “McNutt?”

Silence.

“McNutt?” She giggled, “ooo what a fun name!” Her delicate digits started to conduct as she gave her brainless mantra. “McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNutt? McNu-”

“Didn’t you check Instagram this morning, Val-Val?” Jenny Ling flipped her phone around, just wanting the bimbo to stop chanting to go back to sleep. Her phone screen was filled with the photo of Jim in his bed, looking pale, yellowish, thin and decaying. “He’s like really sick!”

Daphne just smiled though.

“Eww…” Val-Val’s thick, wet tongue stuck out, face soured at the shown picture. “Super gross!” She pulled out her own smart phone from the extra pocket between her pressed-together tits. “I should, like, comment something funny and cute though.” She looked up from her phone as her long nails struggled to properly register on her smartphone screen. “Class? Like, help your teacher think up something good. If it’s good, you get an ‘A’!”

“*Ahem*” Principal Geiser tapped on the doorframe and Daphne silently slipped on her jeans-jacket. “Could I see Daphne?”

The gasp from Daphne’s mouth better belonged in drama class, but no one seemed to notice her poor acting as Val-Val stood up, so sudden her barely-there black lace bra popped free from her unbuttoned blouse, nipples almost in the breeze. “Excuse-y, Principal! But this class is doing some super important stuff to help me right now and I need Daphne here! Why does she need to go?”

Sighing, Principal Geiser gave a roll of her eyes with her buff arms still tightly crossed. “If you all must know, her doctor called about some issues in her mammary tissue.”

“That means her big titties!” Pamela perked up from under Donnie’s desk.

“Woah..” Little Gregory Armour nudged exhausted Jenny Ling and gave a none-too-subtle whisper. “Do you think they’ve gotten too big?”

At this point for Daphne, this was mere water off a busty duck. She stood with straight shoulders and hands on her hips. “Oh yes, how could I forget? I made an appointment with Doctor Bustos to see if I could get even bigger!” She winked at the slobbering boys at her frankly adorable young body. “What do you think? Should my behind match the shelf?” She slapped her tight blue jeans. “Or maybe I need more up top?” She leaned over with an exaggerated wiggle of her hips to make sure her cleavage was seen from space.

The classroom erupted into a vigorous debate between ass and titties. Chairs were starting to be thrown as Val-Val stood up with an epic pout of brainless proportions. “But Daphne’s super smart! She was going to give me, like, a super good hashtag or somthin’!”

“I’m sure you’ll handle without her, Valerie.” Principal Geiser’s dark sharp eyebrows furrowed. “Now get a handle on your k1ds! The school’s loosing funding because of these kind of shenanigans!” She pointed at Pamela zipping down Donnie in class to do some pole-lessons of her own.

As Geiser and Daphne left, Val-Val sat down like a well-trained puppy, looking back to her phone as she whimpered to herself. “B-But it’s Val-Val…”

”Hey Val-Val! Would my pole dance make you feel better?” It was impossible to comprehend who exactly said that as even after Daphne left, the chaotic argument marched on.

“GREAT IDEA!”

Bass-heavy music started to pound from the classroom Daphne left, the ginger gal quite content to be leaving that mad-house of arousal. However now, she had to keep pace with a practically jogging Principal Geiser, the teen having no idea what this administrator’s hurry was.

They exited the east wing of the school and into the main hall, and Daphne was rather surprised that such a busty woman could keep up such a pace. Geiser barely could get through most door frames in the school now, yet she could probably keep pace with Miss Twitchell, the gym teacher. At least until the pink mist made Twitchell’s butt so big it made it difficult to run.

Her eyes furrowed upon remembering that event six-months ago. She was making out with Jim in the physics section of the library, a favourite spot in the school, when there were sounds of moaning and ripping fabric coming from outside. A third of the school’s student body had their breasts increase by around three-sizes that day, and conveniently they both had been skipping the class which was ground zero of the expanding agent. Jim profusely explained that it wasn’t him, that he had done everything else but the use of chemicals was not his style.

She believe him at the moment, but had always had lingering doubts. After all, he was awfully quick to favour her with something to make her even more popular than that snooty Robin Foster, and who else could or would do something so pervertedly awesome except her boyfriend?

Gripping her chest, she smiled again. Even if he had done it though, she wouldn’t be too upset. She probably would have done something similar if she had the powers, and he had made damned sure that even as the school got populated by busty, sex-crazed princesses, she was still the queen of busts. Not bad for the flat-chested new girl who was teased mercilessly when she first came. In under a year, she’d had become one of the most desired ladies in school while keeping her high grades on her tests and it was all thanks to her boyfriend Jim. Thank god he finally got that stupid ray-gun right.

Still, the issue of her potentially being lied to didn’t sit well, and she’d bring that up today after she was picked up. But if she was being picked up by Jim, then why was Principal Geiser still standing beside her on the front steps?

“So, Daphne.” Her principal spoke up with a clearing of her throat. “I’m curious. Who are you dating lately?”

Instantly, pale hairs prickled on the back of her neck. She gulped and gave quick witted smile she was known for. “I’m a Millennial, Principal Geiser, I date lots of people in a polyamorous relationship aided by algorithms made possible by social media apps like Twitter and Instagram. Dating one boy is so 2000 and late!” Internally, she gagged, hoping she didn’t lay it on too thick there.

“Oh…” Her nose wrinkled, the tech-nonsense successfully flying over her head. “I just… I just was wondering if you were dating that Jim McNutt ‘dude’. He has a tendency to increase the bust size of girls, you know.” Her point wasn’t very subtle, but then again, neither was Daphne’s bust.

”My girls are 110% natural, Principal Geiser.” She smiled sweetly and emphasized her point by lifting her proud and lovely rack with her crossed arms to let them bounce and jiggle in a way implants never could. “We MacNeishs are a pretty busty clan from way back.”

”Huh…” Geiser danced around the question more, her eyes perplexed on how any female would actually want such a accursed size and thus be the centre of attention. “But you do know that there are a support group for such busty young women that I set up during lunch. I assume that-”

“I’ve been there, and although I like me some big tits, I don’t like wasting my time with girls who are just plain jealous.” She winked. “I get enough support from my bra, thanks.”

“Of course…” Her eyes narrowed, but Daphne could handle being thought of as a pervert by her principal if it just allowed some welcomed awkward silence to stop the questions.

Seconds passed and the only thing which happened at the front of this generic high school in the suburbs was a bus slowly crossing across the front. But once it had passed, a sunny red convertible was parked parallel to them. Daphne immediately recognized it to belong to the rich but strange friend of Jim, Rick Schafter, but neither woman recognized who was leaning against it.

With wild red hair blowing over most of her face, the figure in the trenchcoat and sunglasses shifted left and right with long, smooth legs, completely lain bare beneath a beige coat which barely got half way down the thighs. Of course, what was really noticeable, even from their distance, was the exhibition of cleavage made by the fact that this coat was only done up at the waist. It was a large amount of cleavage too, the staring busty ladies were good judges for such things now. Both women tilted their head to make sense of this sight, but then a gesture of come-hither made Daphne nod.

“O-Oh! That’s my mom!” Daphne jumped and turned to Principal Geiser. “You know, you’re so nice to wait with me. Thank you for your kind heart…”

”That’s your mother?”

“Uh yeah…” Daphne slowly backed down the stairs, “can’t you tell?”

Principal Geiser nodded. Long red hair, tits which could have their own postal codes, and a little strange. It all checked out for her. “A-Alright then… You…” She wiggled a finger for a moment, words failing her. “I could’ve sworn Jim… Anyways, good luck with the mammaries, Daphne.”

“Thanks! But don’t be surprised if my big tits are even bigger next time!” She waved back before running towards the figure, laughing a bit on the way.

“K1ds today…” Geiser sighed. She almost turned to return to her busy office, when Daphne caught her attention again. The kiss she gave her mother on the cheek was innocent enough, but the principal had to blink a couple of times to verify what came next. She was squeezing her mom’s breasts! Not subtly either, giving both a honk which looked right at home at a frat house. If that wasn’t enough, she started put her mouth in between them, motorboating a bit before giving a lap or two with her tongue. Her mother eventually pushed her away and into the car, but Geiser had seen enough. “Oh…” She murmured wanting a drink, the car roaring off in a school zone, “they’re one of those families.”

“So Rick, where do we go?” Daphne said between giggled and chuckles, keeping her flapping red hair as under control as possible. “I assume my boyfriend gave you those tits, then you killed him and now are kidnapping his girlfriend to go to the Mexican border?”

”Oh there will be killing alright, but not before he cuts my damn hair, and fixes my legs!” His head twitched left and right, uncomfortable grip on the wheel pulsing under white knuckles.

“Calm down, my busty pal!” Jim revealed himself under a pile of blankets in the back, stretching from his uncomfortable position. “I told you that the legs will wear off around the same time as your boobs, and we can go downtown to get you a world class hair-cut, my treat!”

”Ooo!” Daphne cooed, “are you saying that’s all you up there, Rick?” She gave a sharp yank of Rick’s flowing red Fabio hair with delicate waves. “Wow..” She giggled before looking down. “And look here!” Her fingers glided on his smooth long thighs, “Looking good, Rick! My legs aren’t even this smooth.”

”You both have problems, you hear?” Rick pointed accusingly at both before turning right with a jerk. “I don’t want to go downtown for a nice haircut. I did you a favour, and now we’re going home where you can cut my hair in your sink or something. The main thing is we’re going to wait this out until my boobs disappear!”

”Hey hey hey, Ricky-boy!” Jim stuck his head forward to give Daphne a kiss on the cheek. “We’re a democracy here, and I’m going to give my vote to Daphne here to decide for us! It’s only fair.”

“Hmm..” Daphne turned her amber eyes between Rick’s begging and Jim’s smug nodding. “Well I think…”

”Wait stop,” Jim turns to you with outstretched arms, “before you pick one of those hastily thought up options.” He turned his head for a more comfortable angle to talk through your screen, “you’re probably wondering why I’m not dating Sharon right now. For your information, Sharon’s a very sweet girl and very smart too, in many ways, like Daphne here, she’s too good for me. However, if I date Sharon in high school, I could completely stop her successful drive which gets her into law school and eventually a lawyer! And the way I'm headed," Jim shrugged, "I'm likely to need a good lawyer on my side in a few years time. Especially if Geiser keeps accusing me about the pink mist! I don’t know what the future holds with Daphne of course, but this is a story of me taking things one day at a time, and hopefully by story’s end, we’ll all have learned something.”

“I see he’s still talking to himself…” Daphne whispered to Rick.

“He thinks he’s talking to people watching his life.” Rick sighed, dreading the decision of two perverted maniacs.

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