The newly converted hardcore skank looked around the classroom, and saw someone she kind of recognized. "Hey, Becky...how's it going?" she grunted out through a Cheshire cat grin, her hands still pawing hard at her depressingly dry cunt.
Becky Marshall gazed over after hearing a familiar voice, and yelped as she saw her hair sway into her eyes. It had bleached to blond with black streaks through the power of whatever magic Miss Smith had used on the classroom. She could feel it expanding around her head like an immense helmet pressing down on her neck! "How do women enjoy having hair this big?! Are they retarded or somethin'..." Oh crap, her skin was tanning in front of her own eyes! Formerly a light tan color that highlighted her mixed race heritage, it was now a shade akin to caramel. "Yo, would you check out this Santa Muerte tattoo..." she said, marveling at the intricate skeleton in a shawl now present on her right bicep.
"BECKY! HELP!"
The honors student heard a cry for assistance, and rushed to aide whatever student still had a semblance of their mind left. Unfortunately, the call was from an already changed peer instead. "Who's you, gringa?" Becky asked in an impatient manner, highlighting her dismay at the conclus...conclu...bitch she found here.
The snow white living piercing responded with a moan of angry...ness. "Becky, it's Rita Smith! Hrmmmmm! I know you're, shit, good with your mouth, so could you fuckin' eat me out?" She pointed to her junk, and opened her eyes super wide, pursing her lips to appear as sympathetic as possible. "I'm too fucking horny to fucking be able to goddamn remember to breath right now! Shit!"
Becky started at her in disbelief. "You wan' me...to touch your pussy...wit' my mouth?" She scoffed at such an insolent proposition. To think that she'd ever go forward with such a plan! "Fine wit' me, Tata, but I'll need $100 by tomorrow." Now there's how you barter, she thought to herself.
Rita squealed. "Yeah! Fine! Just do it fast!" She stripped off her panties, and Becky slowly and uncomfortably lowered her mouth onto her friend's papaya.
Honestly, the process became a lot more fuckin' easy the longer she did it. As she lapped away at where she was pretty sure this chica's clit was at, she suddenly dipped forward due to a lot of new weight in her chest. Still face first in a camel toe, she cupped her nipples. Aw shit, these new pechos were mas grande AND mas sensitivo. She'd finally become a DD cup, at least. Mierda, was her ass growing too? Fuck, it felt like she was whale-tailing!
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUHHHH!"
Rita started weeping with relief as her new & way more busty friend ejected hard from her fuck-flower. "Oooooooooh, goddamn, that feels nice!" she said breathily. However, her friend responded with a poke to her forehead.
Madre de Dios, it was gettin' fuckin' hard to fuckin' 'member anything. She was an...honor student? Ha! Fuckin' Cs and Ds all year, 'cept in Econ. She was on debate team? Again, fuck that. This remedial hellhole barely had a football & basketball team. All the puntas here just wanted to fuck & suck...
Fuck, who was Becky Marshall? She sounded like a little gringa bitch, with glasses and intact virginity. Sad, sad little bitch! "I'm Lisbeth 'Big L' Marcos, and I always been me!" she exclaimed, wiping the fluids off of her face. "Yo, Tata, you got any fuckin' agua? Your pussy tastes like pigshit."
Spraying the water on her face, Lisbeth shifted all her chains, Jesus pieces, & necklaces around, making sure that none of them weren't over her big-ass cleavage. It helped business when some horndog whiteboy wasn't gettin' hard over her. Makin' sure to swish out the taste of pigshit, she replaced her lit fuckin' grill back into her mouth. The queenpin of the school had be stylin' at all times, y'know.
Woah, had she forgotten how short she was? Jesus fuck, she was pretty sure she WASN'T 5'5" an hour ago. Maybe she'd been high again an' thought she was King Kong. Fuck, ether was a crazy fucking experience...
"Uh, so you good, Big L?" said Rita, her associate and occasional fuckbuddy. She had been working at the local piercing place for like 3 years now, and she kindly let Lisbeth conduct deals behind the place. Smart bitch for a mime-lookin'-ass gringa.
"$100 by tomorrow, Tata. Mama needs to buy some more weed from those fuckin' nerd puntos in Greek Row..." She looked at her wardrobe. "Yo, bitch, we come to school fucked up? Am I wearing my mom's fuckin' Sunday clothes?"
Rita shrugged. "Let's go shopping, ma'am!"
Wed Aug 23 03:27:03 2017