(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback are always welcome and appreciated. All characters in this story are 18 and up.)
Starting at a new school is hard. Even harder is starting at a Notty Senior High, a high school just for high risk and problematic students. Teenagers who got into trouble in one way or another. Most of my classmates got someone pregnant, or got pregnant themselves, were busted for drugs, or went on a drunken joy ride in a stolen cop car.
For whatever reason they decided to put all of the hard partying teenagers into one school together is beyond me. You know what else is beyond me? How I ended up here.
I'm a nerd. A lot of people throw that word around a lot these days. And some nerds are even popular. Just look at YouTube. DND podcasts abound with funny and beautiful people. I am not the cool type of nerd though. I've even been made fun of as being a hipster nerd. While other teenagers are just getting into DND. I played that in middle school. I've gone off the deep end with trying other rule sets. White Wolf, Apocalypse World, Fate, Star Wars system with it's special proprietary dice. I've played systems that most nerds have never even heard of.
But it doesn't stop there. I've also cosplayed at conventions and been involved in LARPing. I have a 4.0 GPA and am in mostly honors classes. I've never been in trouble a day in my life and haven't even kissed a girl, let alone lost my virginity.
So, the question is, how did I end up in a school for troublemakers. Well, it all started with a science experiment that went all wrong. I was in a Biochemistry class that was so advanced, that college recruiters came to watch our experiments instead of the football team. I was working with my lab partner Britney, a beautiful yet homely looking flat chested girl who I secretly had a crush on.
We were working on a chemical that helped regenerate cells. We had the idea of growing back severed limbs, or healing blindness. Our concoction was supposed to act as artificial stem cells. Repairing damaged cells and eliciting growth. Everything was going great, until we were asked to give a demonstration to experts from Johns Hopkins University.
We were very careful mixing everything, so careful that it took us nearly the entire day to get ready. I had gotten so wrapped up in our preparations, that I hadn't used the bathroom all day. So I ran to relieve myself before the experts arrived. What I had forgotten to do was remove my chemical soaked gloves before I tried to relieve myself.
That's when the catastrophic chain of events happened. I rushed back into the lab and accidentally bumped into Brittany who was holding a vial of our chemical. The agent split onto her chest and started sliding down below her shirt. She quickly grabbed some paper towels and started trying to dab it up.
About that time is when I started to feel some growing in my pants, and it wasn't because I was watching Brittany shove her hand down her shirt. Well, not just because of that. Some of the chemical from my gloves had soaked into my member and was causing it to grow in size. I felt it tingling as the cells replicated.
My pants were getting uncomfortably tight fast. I tried to tell Brittany what was going on, but she was starting to notice some problems of her own. Her breasts were starting to grow. She had been so flat chested that she had never worried about wearing a bra. That was coming back to bite her in the butt, or more accurately her boobs. I could see the expansion from outside of her clothes.
They grew to the size of oranges and then softballs. When they reached volley ball size, her shirt ripped open exposing them and her perky nipples to me. Now my penis was growing for a different reason. It also felt like my balls were going to be crushed between my jeans and my leg. I had to free them.
I quickly stripped off my gloves, apron, pants and underwear. It wasn't until I noticed Brittany's eyes as big as her tits now were that I realized I had just exposed myself to her. She was the first woman to see my manhood since I had gotten out of diapers.
Seeing her now huge tits, combined with the thrill of being exposed to her made me cum instantly. But even my cum seemed more than normal. I covered her face and tits in my ejaculate. And that was the exact second that the lady from Johns Hopkins walked in with our science teacher and principal.
Even that might not have been as bad, if the university representative hadn't been Brittany's grandmother. We tried to explain the situation, but she didn't believe us. Our science teacher and principal tried to come to our defense and ask us to replicate the results on the test frog we had prepared. But we had used up all the chemicals, and the new batch we mixed up didn't work the same. We had apparently botched the ingredients the first time.
Brittany's grandmother filed a police report saying that I sexually assaulted Brittany. She also threatened to black ball the school if they didn't send me to Bakersfield High School for at Risk Youth. She wanted me as far away from Brittany as she could get me. Brittany called and apologized, but there was nothing she could do.
And that's where this story begins. I walked into my first day of class and my teacher, Ms. Maven, asked me to introduce myself to everyone. I step to the front of the class and start giving a brief introduction. In the middle of my introduction, a preppy looking blonde girl walks in and sees me. She eyes me up and down and smiles.
I'm distracted by her beauty and her appraisal of me. Then she says. "Great, some fresh meat in this school. Hopefully your prick isn't a disappointment like most of these guys."
Ms. Maven didn't seem too shocked by the girl's words. But she did reprimand her. "Hillary! How many times do I have to tell you about your potty mouth?"
"Sorry." Hilary said apologetically. "It's hard for me to control it when I don't have something hard in it." Then she made eye contact with me and sucked her finger into her mouth salaciously.
I was embarrassed, but I was also getting hard. This typically wouldn't be a problem, but the only pants that I currently had that actually fit my super sized pecker, were those rip away pants basketball players use. It didn't help that Hilary was wearing a flowy short skirt that showed plenty of her sexy toned tanned legs.
She easily noticed my member growing down my leg as if I had a snake slithering around in my pants. Ms. Maven got onto Hillary for her dirty mouth, but Hillary cut her off. "Oh come on. I know you've heard the stories too." Hillary stepped close to me and pressed her grapefruit sized breast up to my chest.
I was frozen in fear. No woman, especially no woman this attractive had ever even looked twice at me. I was like a deer in her soft warm headlights, that I couldn't take my eyes from. Then she somehow knew exactly where my nipple was, because she gently put her finger on it and slowly spiralled out around it. I had always heard that nipples were erogenous zones for women, but I had never known they could be the same for men.
Hillary continued talking to Ms. Maven in a sultry voice. Her face was angled down as she looked deviously up at our teacher. "Aren't you just the least bit curious if the rumors are true?"
