School Sucks (F/F/F, NC, Hyper, Multi)

This is another of my crazy hyper multi stories. Once again the usual warning, this gets pretty weird, so don't say I didn't warn you. (hint: I hope you like bawls!)

This story is inspired by Konbuni who is one of my all time favourite artists. Now I know he's on the do-not-post list so I'll leave you to find which particular images semi-inspired which characters yourselves (here's a tip: Go pay for some of his art!) The basic concept for the whole setting is what would it be like if futa was the norm - in fact not just the norm but every single person alive was futa which is kinda what I get from some of Konbuni's schoolgirl art. There's no awkward gender confrontation, no hidden secrets, just lots of horny herms getting it on when they feel like it. Then of course I went a bit nuts and added in all that awkward, complicated, nobody understands me stuff anyway... you'll see.

Oh yeah and the first part is largely set in a school toilet but I'm not really into scat etc. so don't worry about that. I guess if you're really squeamish it might turn you off but if you're faint of heart you're definitely reading the wrong story!

EDIT - Third part is up!

School Sucks Part 1

I used to enjoy school so much. It wasn't that long ago I was a straight A teacher's pet with an immaculate attendence record. Now I'm at my third school in a year, I can't remember the last time I completed a homework assignment and everything just seems to be spiralling out of control. I heard puberty can be tough sometimes but I never thought it could be like this.

I try to concentrate on whatever Miss Allen is trying to teach today, fractions or algebra or whatever... it could be French for all it matters. For once it's not the other girls I'm distracted by - not Clara's tight little ass, or Andrea's long, smooth legs. No today I just really, really need to pee. Just my luck it's in Miss Allen's class - she already thinks I'm a troublemaker. I raise my hand, getting increasingly fidgety.

"Miss. Can I go to the bathroom Miss?"

Miss Allen gives me a suspicious look.

"Again Amy? You seem to go every fifteen minutes" she says sternly.

"I really need to go Miss." I whine. Clearly this time my performance appears genuine enough and so she sighs and nods her head towards the door.

"Five minutes. No messing around in there." She wags a finger at me.

Some of the other girls giggle and whisper amongst themselves as I get out of my chair and scuttle to the door. I know they're all watching me, they always are. It's rare I'm not the centre of attention. When I finally stopped growing I topped out at six foot six - and I'm no bean pole either. I'm all hips and shoulders, tits and ass. Despite the fact that my stomach is pretty flat my hips are so wide my butt could be mistaken for a compact car and my breasts... well each one is larger than my head and then some.

But despite my outrageous hourglass figure, everyone knows what they're really staring