Your heel is slipping out of your sneaker, you need to do something. In your mind you try to think, <think, think, think> "Uh, Mrs. Cox," you raise your hand. The stacked sub turns and looks at you. Her big lips turn at the ends in the clasic "you again" look.
"Yes, Jack, what is it?"
"May I be excused for a moment?" You try to hunch so not to give away that your shirst is now drooping over your shoulders.
"Why do you need to leave, Jack?" Mrs. Cox folds her arms accross her chest. Every male student pays special attention to how her smooth arms fit right under the wonderfully huge tits. They are now being pressed together while she just stands there looking disaprovingly at you....Your blood pressure was rising...
"Uh...I...I...am about to crap myself." It just came out. There is an instant roar of laughter from the other students. Mrs. Cox roles her eyes in disgust. You hadn't considered the ramifications for that idea. But you had to get out of there, "Ma'am, I'm really having a case of the runs." The class keeps laughing. Hell even your hunching is playing into the idea.
With a disgusted waive of her hand the sub gestures to the door. "Go ahead." She doesn't even wait for you to leave just turns and starts writing on the board again.
Getting up instantly take note that your feet are in shoes 4 sizes to big, And your pants were about to fall down. Grabing your belt and holding them up you tried not to wattle while keeping your huge shoes on your feet while leaving the classroom. You felt the eyes of your classmates on you as you got to the door and went through it.
Once outside in the empty hallway you felt better. Taking a deep breath you moved towards the men's room. <breath, just keep breathing, you can get through this...> you tell yourself. You walk by the lockers and are level with the locks. This isn't good. <I'm like 3 and a half feet> Your dick is still stiff and your heart is still beating rapidly. "Oh man," you arn't sure what to do.
Just as you are trying to stifle panic a door directly accross from you opens and Stacy June is standing in the doorway. You were in a relationship with Samantha but any guy would have to be blind not to want Stacy. She was tall, with pale skin, and shimering red hair that flowed and spilled all the way down her back. She was the Captain of the Girl's VollyBall team and a track star. Legs that went on and on and these pink lips that...
Instantly you grab the first door you see and go in without looking...
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