Part XI - 3: The New & Improved Tim

The next day at school, Suzi and Joey immediately noticed the difference in me, but they didn't say anything until we were at lunch.

Our lunch table was a pretty popular table to sit at by now. Joey, Suzi, John, Brad, and of course myself were always reserved seats, but the rest was first come first served. Today we had what had become a threesome sitting with us, namely Janos, Missy, and Linda.

Because everyone knew of our abilities, Joey, Suzi, and I didn't have to hold conversations at lunch in secret any more. But on this occasion, Joey thought that maybe we should.

"So, what was that 'thing' you did in 2nd hour all about?" Joey thought to me.

"What thing?" I said out loud.

"Huh? Janos said, thinking I was speaking to him.

"You know," Joey said verbally. "You've never had Mrs. Trist or any teacher show their tits to you, especially not in class."

"You did?" Brad said. "Man, would I have liked to have seen that."

"You didn't miss much," I admitted. "They were all droopy. But Mrs. Randel's... Now there's a nice pair of tits. I can arrange a little stripte... "

"Tim! What's got into you?" Suzi said astonished. "First you borrow Berry Johnson's car before school and drove it around like a maniac, then you spun people around like tops in first period. John, what'd he do in third period? Turn everyone into two year olds that needed a spanking?"

"Hey, that's a good... " I started, then changed my mind. "Go ahead, John. Tell 'em."

"Uhm, well... I was like horny and, uhm... Well, I kinda pretended Mrs. Randel liked me, and uhm... " John said, turning red.

"I don't believe it," Joey said. "You made her blow him?"

Everyone was looking at me with shock plainly visible on their faces. Well, all but John who was currently relieved that no one was making his blushing worse by looking at him.

But I was smiling, not turning red, not trying to find reasons I did those things. Not the new me.

"Joey, you can stop trying to probe me for tampering. There isn't any. I've turned over a new leaf. It's time for me to stop worrying about becoming corrupted. You and Suzi were right the whole time. I'm not going to lose control and ruin everyone. I'm like... Free to do anything I want. And I know I'll never want to hurt anyone. Well, except maybe Steven."

"But... Does that mean you feel you can make anyone do... things against their nature?" Suzi finally said.

"Of course not. Randel had fantasized doing something like that ever since she started teaching high school. And Trist was a stripper back in college, and sorta missed the way it made her feel sexy when those college guys would stare. Nobody was in any danger when I drove Berry's car around the track, and I gave those people I spun an easy A on the next test which they were worrying about. And no, I did not cause Steinberg to moon everyone from the bus window. He did it himself, and I was as surprised as everyone."

"Come on, guys... " I said when no one said anything for a few minutes. "I feel like I've been let out of jail after being wrongfully put in there. I'm still the same guy you knew. Just a little more... carefree. If it will make you all feel better, I'll try to tone it down for a while. But I can't promise anything."

The conversation at the table for the rest of the lunch period was on the quiet side, but I figured they would get used to the new me in a little time. But I wanted Joey and Suzi to understand I wasn't giving into my desires and would someday wind up like Steven or worse.

So after we dumped our trash and stacked up our trays, I put one arm over Joey's

shoulders and the other over Suzi's. My mind recalled another important day in the history of our relationship that started with the very same gestures. I smiled to myself and couldn't help but echo the words from our past.

"I've been thinking. The three of us have done practically everything together. I love you two more than anything, and I know you feel the same about me. You're both worried about the fact that I feel so... Free!" I said spinning us around outside the cafeteria.

"I think it's time for you two to get to know the new me. And first I want to show you that you don't have to worry about me. I'm going to become like Santa Claus and give people things they never imagined they could ever have. And right now, someone desperately needs a little Christmas right now."

Mellie Taho, AKA Jelly Jello, was fat. Her face was fat, her thighs were fat, her ass was fat, her hands, fingers, toes, and feet... you get the idea.

To make matters worse, she was always horny. She masturbated three times a day at school, had a collection of XXX videos, and constantly was going to the sporting events to see who was well equipped. Swimming and wrestling were her favorites, and often dreamed of the entire swimming team ripping her clothes off to pinch and feel her mounds of fat.

She was a Vietnamese orphan who was shipped to the states and adopted by young couple at the age of six. Her adopted father's fourteen year old brother introduced her to sex at the age of nine, and they did it intermittently for nearly two years before he found a girlfriend his age. He told her he wasn't interested in a girl with such little meat on her bones, not explaining he was talking about her tiny breasts. Mellie's weight tripled in six months, and she later was devastated when he called her a fat slut.

But while she had been porking out, she also had been masturbating, and by the time she saw the truth about him, her mind had associated the fattening foods and increased weight with her sexual release. Every time she tried to lose some weight, she would eventually break down and pork out, producing multiple orgasms as she ate and frigged.

Mellie had just sat down in her fifth period freshman English class when she remembered Tory Dial was going to be reading his story in class. She pressed her thighs together, feeling her already wet panties get a little warmer from the fresh juice she was making.

Of all the cocks she wanted, Tory's was on the top of her list. Not only was he the best swimmer on the freshmen team, his joy pouch looked fuller than the rest, and the fact he resembled Chris, her adopted father's brother, only made him even more desirable.

She brought herself out of her lustful fantasy when the bell rang and reached for her purse to get her pen. As she dug through the empty candy wrappers and sticks of gum, her eyes caught a slight movement of someone standing beside her.

"Mellie? Hi, my name is Su... Sabrina... I'm here to help you," Suzi said.

"Huh?" Mellie said, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. No one seemed to notice anything unusual was happening. In fact, Mr. Gridden was starting class while this stranger was standing in the middle of his classroom.

"Help me? With what? My English paper? I've already... "

"No no... I'm going to help you with men. You know... Like Tori over there." Suzi said, pointing to Jack Kinney.

I pulled her hand back so she was aimed at the right person, then knelt down beside her when I realized several people in the back were bobbing back and forth like pendulums. Even though they couldn't see me, they couldn't see through me either.

"What do you mean, help me with... men," Mellie said, suppressing her urge to press her legs together tightly again as her twat tingled. "You're gonna get me into trouble if you don't leave me alone."

Suzi grinned and said, "No you're not. Right now, nobody can see you, hear you, or even feel you."

"Mr Gridden... " Mellie said as she put her hand up. "Mr. Gridden, this girl is bothering... Mr. Gridden! Hello?"

Suzi looked down at me with a questioning look, so I smiled and nodded.

"Maybe I can help you get his attention," Suzi said, slipping her fingers under the base of her shirt.

Mellie watched in shock as Suzi pulled her shirt up over her head, then removed her bra.

"Hey Mr Gridden! Look at me!" Suzi cried. She put her arms above her head and shook her naked chest, follow by her covered ass. The rush Suzi got from the embarrassment she felt was almost as much as the rush Joey and I got watching her.

"Shit, Suz," Joey exclaimed from his seat on the teacher's desk. "If you're going to do that any more, I'm gonna have to leave or something."

"Who are you?" Mellie asked, not hearing Joey's comments.

"Who am I... I'm like your fairy sex mother. Eww... That sounded corny. I need a better name."

"How about... The ghost of virginity's past?" Joey snickered.

"You want me to give you a name?" Mellie asked, confused.

"No, not you... Never mind. Just call me Sabrina... So, how about it? This fairy godmother doesn't have all day."

"I guess so, er, Sabrina. But why are you helping me? Did I do something and you're my reward?"

"Why am I helping you... Hmm," Suzi said, nudging me. "Because, lets see... Because you lost your real parents, and you were tricked by your adopted uncle, and I think you'd be a great fu... " Suzi paused to stomp on my hand, "a great friend to someone."

"Who?"

"Er, you have to wait. I'm not going to tell your future too. That costs extra," Suzi said as she put her bra and shirt back on.

"You mean I have to pay for this?"

"No. Although I'm starting to wish I was getting paid," she said looking at me. But then she turned to Mellie's chubby face and said, "Take your stuff to your

locker and leave everything there. Then meet me by the soda machine in the boy's locker room."

"The boy's locker... WAIT! COME BACK!" Mellie cried when I made Suzi disappear in her mind.

"The boy's locker... By the soda machine... " Suzi said as she and I left the room.

Mellie ran out of the room a few moments later, with Joey on her tail to make sure no one would see her.

Suzi and I headed straight for the boy's gym, finding the gym class getting ready to start their basketball game. Suzi's pet Kyle was surprised to see us, and immediately came over to us.

"Hi. You guys want me?" he asked hopefully.

"We didn't come here specifically for you, but I'm happy you're here," Suzi said, stroking his bare chest.

"Oh, Mistress. You're... <moan> I'll do what ever you want."

"I know... " Suzi said after giving him a hot kiss. "We're going to help someone, and we need to borrow a few guys from your gym class."

I finished my blanket command, and managed to 'throw' it by myself. It sort of worked, catching everyone but three guys, but I quickly rectified that.

"Okay, guys... Line up," Suzi cried. "How many of you fellas been with a woman before?"

"Uhm, Suzi?" I said when most of them raised their hands. "You're going to have to be a little more... specific about what you mean. All those who are still virgins, sit down."

Almost half of the guys who had their hands up sat down, along with the other six who hadn't.

"Oh well," Suzi sighed. "Okay... The eight of you will have to do... Tim? If any of them look good to me later, can I keep 'em?"

"Maybe. We'll see."

Suzi lead the nine guys out the door while I made arrangements so the remaining virgins wouldn't notice their classmates were gone. Then I followed the others down to the locker room.

As expected, Mellie was already inside. Joey let us in the back way and carried the bottles of oil into the varsity locker area where Suzi led her group.

"How many of you are wearing jock straps?" I asked. "Okay, you four strip down to them, the rest of you, take everything off."

There was considerable resistance to that, especially from the five who weren't wearing jocks. But I didn't have to do a thing to convince them after Suzi stripped, picked up two bottles of oil and said, "Who's first?"

As Suzi started oiling up the first volunteer, I started to give them my pep-talk.

"Men, standing outside this room by the soda machine stands a young girl who has been wronged in life. Her parents are dead, and the guy who took her cherry when she was only a child dumped her for a slut his own age. Some of you will probably find her body to be a turn off at first. She's fat. Very fat. In fact she has enough extra skin to make two more people. But underneath all that extra padding lives a little girl who only wanted to be loved and adored."

The looks I was getting from them wasn't very encouraging, so I changed my approach.

"Now, I know. You're thinking why should I care about some fat chick with a sad story. I'll tell you why. That girl out there is a sex demon ready to be born. She has more lust in her pinkie than all of you have in your dicks. Her layers of skin and fat are just waiting for men, real men, with long tongues and sucking lips to gorge themselves on her mountains of flesh. Her breasts are larger and fuller than your heads, and her ass... Her ass waits to be groped and felt.