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For a problem child this one certainly likes to keep people waiting…
The school bell chimes along with the rays of the setting sun refracting through the windows, fiery orange diluting into a cool shade of maroon as the clock strikes 6 in the evening. The school falls into deathly silence as the last of the clubs finish packing up for the day. Leaving all but one room lit up as the doors slid open, the rat-like face of the delinquent she had been left in charge with ‘reforming’ peering in warily before meeting the stern gaze of the woman in the room.
“E-Evening ma’am…surprised yer still here waitin’ for me!”
Sitting still in the plain old office, a young woman stares lifelessly at the smug student as he slowly wanders in, taking a seat so casually it was as if he didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with how he had arrived 3 hours late for his scheduled counseling session. Not a good impression to set with a teacher he had never seen before.
“Good evening to you too Rick…let’s begin today's counseling session shall we?” Without even skipping a beat, the woman Rick had half-expected to flip out for keeping her waiting whips out a clipboard with a pen already withdrawn and ready for use in her other hand.
“Uhh, aren’t yer mad it’s-” “Been 3 hours past our scheduled timing? Don’t sweat the little things Rick, now be cooperative so we can all go home alright?” There was no mistaking the chill of hostility dripping from her words. In no actual rush to get back considering how he’d spent the afternoon goofing off, Rick was more than alright with having to sit through a full length session with this adamant woman in the office he expected to find empty.
“Now then, you’re here because you wanted advice on ‘personal’ problems, is that right?” Now that threw Rick off the loop, frowning as he stared incredulously at the counselor who was busy jotting unseen notes down on her clipboard. “N-No ma’am, I think yer got it wrong, this’ supposed to be about-” *CLICK*
Hearing the sharp snap of the pen broke Rick’s train of thought, staring giddily into the steely eyes of the counsellor who still had that unamused look on her face. “Wrong about what? Say’s here you’ve been having trouble focusing on lessons and cheerleading practice because of something stressing you out. I don’t recall Sarah being a liar…” *CLICK*
As she said the words, Rick’s body begins to convulse with change, growing a tad bit taller as his lanky frame fills up with tender flesh, rolls of soft fat and a sleek layer of trained muscle especially dominant around his calves and thighs, giving them extra girth as his inflating ass pushes him up a few centimeters. Shifting in his seat to conform to his new center of gravity as his spine snaps inward, thrusting his chest outward as tiny nubs begin to tent the fabric.
With his doubts all but erased, Rick instead nods slowly as the memories of lazing around on the school roof with the occasional shakedown on the first year students fill over with static, replaced by vivid images of practicing alongside other cheerleaders as they took part in multiple competitions, the flimsy manhood under a shortening skirt beginning to recede as the sag of her milk filled breasts against her uniform becomes muscle memory to her, a rose tinged bra slinging itself around and under the massive jugs, pushing them up as her curvy legs cross over each other, shifting at the mention of her ‘problems’ as a pink thong slides up between her peachy rear and over the empty slit between her legs.
It was because of her issues that her performance on the team had taken a turn for the worse; falling out more often and missing practice with even her studies being affected by how often she kept dozing off in classes after many sleepless nights. And now after Mdm Sarah’s recommendation, she was here for counselling. Taking a deep breath as the bulge in her neck slims down before opening her soft lips to speak, the ratty visage of Rick all but a fading memory at this point. “Ahh right…y’see ma’am…i've been havin’ trouble concentratin’ recently cuz of this boy I’ve been meanin’ ta talk to.” Rick didn’t seem to care that she now sported a thick southern accent, with his A’s coming out in a slur that rolled so naturally off his tongue, it was as if she’d always spoken that way.
And with the blur in his memories as they realigned themselves to fit perfectly with her buxom new body, of course nothing seemed off to the southern born lady currently twiddling her thumbs as she prayed for her teacher’s understanding. After all she’d heard much of Ms Tina’s incredible counselling sessions enough to try bothering her for an evening session to see if she could offer her some advice.
“Edward, correct? Don’t look so surprised now, I’ve had a hunch after catching you staring at him a few times during homeroom. Why don’t you just go up to him and ask him out? Pretty simple no?” *CLICK* Looking up at the alluring figure of the young girl seated before her as her loose clothes finish morphing into a proper uniform, a sly smile crosses the teacher’s face as she leans in for a finishing remark, startling her student as she whispers down her neck. “And with your looks…i doubt he’d refuse~” *CLICK*
Within Rick’s head, her rapidly dwindling memories of a dream she once lived begin to fragment and change even faster at the mention of the boy she vaguely remembered picking on when she wasn’t cheerleading? No, that didn’t sound right at all when compared to the times she remembered bashfully stealing glances at the small bookworm whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. Her body gained a few extra inches in height as she grew to match her insecurities with her immense height.
Recoiling at the mention of her crush and her teachers teasing remark as the last figments of Rick’s beady eyes contort into slant purple ovals to complete the look of the mature high school beauty, with her oily black hair falling down around her shoulders in soft curtains of caramel brown, Rika fiddles with a lock of hair between manicured fingers as a warm blush crosses her rosy cheeks,“I-It ain’t so simple ma’am…ya don’t sound like some country bumpkin so no offense but, ya don’t-”
“Get it? But I think I do, dear. In fact, the one who might not ‘get it’ would be you.” Hearing that, Rika’s brows furrowed in confusion, listening nonetheless as the teacher continued her explanation. “No one finds your accent as off putting as you seem to think so Rika. Many of the students and teachers, myself included, don’t think less of you for it. In fact, I’d say Edward might have a thing for your lovely voice…not to mention how I hear he likes his women tall…” *CLICK*
“R-Really?! B-But I thought…H-He’d never! Does he really see me l-like that?” Amused at the distressed damsel blushing furiously at the idea of her crush ogling her, the smug woman takes the chance to land the final knockout punch. “He has a thing for girls with well built bodies…a face like that of a gorgeous woman in her prime…and with a cute accent to top it all off…doesn’t that sound just perfect?”
I…I never knew…gosh, i’ve been so hesitant for no reason at all…b-but if y’don’t mind me askin’ ma’am…how do y’know all this?” Chuckling before giving her reply, Rika seemed to know better than to prod further with how Tina’s eyes lit up with a wicked glint. “Let’s just say i'm mighty proficient with gathering facts like a seasoned teacher ought to be…now…i do believe Edward should be just about ready to leave the school library by now since his teacher’s a no-show, if you’re quick, you just might be able to catch him on the way out~”
Getting the hint as she rises off her chair, Rika dashes for the door, turning her head back one final time before stepping out into the dimly lit hallway. “T-Thank you so much ma’am! I-I won’t ever forget this!” She could barely hear her teachers warnings about not staying out too late as her rapid footfalls faded quickly out of earshot. Compared to the weakling she once was, sprinting down the corridor and a flight of stairs was an easy task for the seasoned cheerleader to handle.
Breathing in a sigh of relief as she placed the clipboard back down on the desk, Tina prepares to clock off for the night as she glances over the report card she had been writing on for the past 10 minutes or so; going over Rika Tanner’s relationship problems and how she had managed to resolve them with the promise of getting her studies back on track. Yawning as she hung her jacket up on the rack before stepping outside and switching off the lights.
That took longer than I would’ve liked…but all’s well that ends well I guess.
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Another cap in the series with some changes im making to writing with dialogue etc by combining them with sentences instead of splitting them off entirely. Sorry for the lack of posts over the weekend, been having to settle some irl matters after leaving my old job.
Which makes me bring up the topic of setting up a Patreon to act as an alternative to income seperate from commissions which i will still prioritize. What do you guys think?
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