Angie yawned loudly.
Laying in her bed, her eyes half-open, she sighed as the alarm clock was buzzing again and again. Gathering her will, she finally stood up and her eyes crossed the reflection in her length mirror, displaying a quite tall girl, and big in nearly all aspect, in some old blue pajamas, looking more 17 or 18 even if she was 16. Her face was kind of cute under her chestnut hairs, but nobody was really noticing it, especially when she had her old, thick glasses on. But, to tell the truth, nobody was ever noticing her glasses... since the girl had... quite the package, to say the least.
The girl patted her broad chest, surely not as flat as the other parts of her body, as she was a pretty big F-cup, but she wondered why she couldn't be just as popular as other girls of the same caliber at school as, despite her big breasts, she was never approached by boys, aside rare occasions that never ended up successfull.
That was surely because, more noticeably, Angie was seen as a weirdo by nearly everybody else.
Because, not only was she very smart and nerdy (something that didn't made her particularly popular among people at school...), she was also known for being pretty pervert, even from many of the thirsty girls' and horny boys' standards, and more sex-obsessed that a girl her age should be... And people suspects she was a size queen... a not a little one at that! With crazy expectations.
She knew that her classmates were doing jokes about "Weirdo little Angie" when she wasn't around, but the worst was Vanessa, the school biggest girl, who was just a little bigger than Angie, and who was making the same jokes, but just in front of her. And displaying her amazing body at the same time.
"Life is so unfair !", the rbrunette said while leaving her bedroom to take a shower and prepare herself, but not before going on her PC, like she did everyday, to masturbate first on photos on internet.
Photo of pretty and sexy naked men, for a good quarter of a hour...
But not of men of any kinds... Big men... Literally, truely BIG men...(and in more than 1 way, if you catch the meaning...)
Like more than 6'7" tall (2 meters) men, with strong massive muscles like top bodybuilders, and a cock big (at least) like her own arm.
Yes, that was Angie Marsh minimal standard and expectation.
That was because, as a tall and busty girl, but also smart, Angie genuinely believed she deserved more than what the school could bring her in term of male.
Angie being one of the top graded student of the school (if not THE most top graded student of the school), and being the "model" and favorite of the teachers for her intelligence and excellent grades, she was all acting like her dream of a man was a nice, proper, well-educated man, claiming that the worthy men are gentlemen of virtue, talents and knowledge, as the good girl she was supposed to be.
But the truth was she was despising gentlemen or smart men with no body to speak of.
Hell, the brunette didn't cared. Had she to be with a man, she just wanted a big hunk, big muscles and a monster cock! Who cares for brain and a well educated man ? She had a brain for 2 anyway. She would gladly left the boring puny nerd for other girls. She was a big girl, her ideal man was a big hunk, nothing else matter...
Angie wandered on internet, a hand caressing her pussy while picking materials to fap on.
This time, she found some "cock expansion" morph photos of a pathetic little nerd teen boy getting transformed into a muscle monster behemoth brainless beast with a gigantic monster dong... Angie felt arousal building and started to fingered herself... Oh yeah !!... This was a good fapping material...
After cumming all over her chair, her lengthy (but skinny) legs resting on her desk shivering in the thrill of ejaculation,
The tall skinny Angie Marsh cleaned herself in the bathroom, and dressing herself, she took some quite skin tight clothes in her closet, a low neck T-shirt that was showing a good amount of her F-cup pair of breasts and cleavage. To let people remember she wasn't only a very smart girl, but also a busty one. And with that, a quite skimpy (but not too much... she had a good girl reputation to save) pencil skirt.
"The best way to show my great figure", she thought, before sadly adding "Even if everybody don't care because they believe i'm a weirdo.", cursing Life for not making males around her sexier and worthy of her... so that she could finally be noticed by proper men and finally get some big piece of man meat, like no girls at school ever had, as Angie dreamt.
She then went downstairs to take her breakfast, all alone as her parents were already at work in a suburban factory, but noticed something while moving near a window.
There was something in the mailbox.
"Strange", thought Angie, as usually the delivery man wasn't working this early, as the brunette well knew... as some days, the brunette liked to check him out... Quite often, she could see, the delivery man seemed to have quite a package... more than the average male... but not so close to what she would call "satisfying" anyway.
Checking her watch, and realizing that she had some time in front of her before catching her bus, she went to the mailbox and opened it to find a small package. "To the one who will find this..." she read written over it, and then looked everywhere around her, guessing that it was some kind of joke. But there was nobody around, so she shrugged and went back inside her house, running to her bedroom to open it. Tearing off the paper, she found a strange black box with no inscription. Shaking it a bit, she heard nothing, so she opened the thing and frowned.
Inside, carefully packed, was a black and silver device with a few buttons for reading, recording or erasing. And nothing else.
"Oh... At first, I thought it was a vibrator..." she giggled. "(It wouldn't have really displeased me...)" she added...
"Is that some sort of voice recorder ?" muttered Angie, still not sure about a joke, "What am I supposed to do with it ?". clicking on the play button, waiting for some kind of recorded insulting message and laughs, she was kind of confused when nothing happened. Maybe the battery is down, she thought, but checking the thing, she couldn't find any sort of battery compartment. "That's really strange", she said. She decided to try it, clicking on the record button, and said "My name is Angie" and stopped. She clicked play and she heard her own voice saying "My name is Angie".
"Ok, where's the damn battery ? Or the manual ? And why would somebody send me this ?"
Mon Dec 09 00:00:00 2019