Chapter #11Cheer up! You're a Cheerleader! by: Unknown This supposed "teacher" of yours takes you back down to the stadium where all of the other girls are practicing. He walks you down the metal bleachers and stops you halfway down. His hand is still gripping your arm with authority, and you can't help but notice that you feel much weaker than before. Down on the turf you see the squad practicing some complex routine. Your creepy pedofile side kicks in and you can't help but notice how developed all of these girls are. And they are certainly not ugly.
The angry teacher twists your arm again. He's trying to tell you something. "Julie, if you pull one more stunt, and I mean ONE more, your going to get suspended not only from school for the rest of the year, but you won't ever be allowed to practice with the Mighty Wombats for your entire high school career! Now get down there and tell your coach why you were late!"
Wow, what a dickhead!, you think to yourself. You nearly forgot how much you hated the teachers in high school. Well, now it's just a matter of getting in some practice with your "fellow teammates" without actually practicing. You plant your hands on what are now your considerably wider hips. This may suck.
You strut down the last remaining steps of the bleachers. You can feel your new appendages trying to free themselves of the tight sports bra you're wearing. OH MY! I'm wearing a fuckin' bra! You would have to check those out firsthand. Later. Right now you're too busy trying to think of an excuse to tell the coach as to why you can't practice. The hurt leg thing usually works, maybe you feel sick? There's usually something that works. "Hey Coach..."
"Hurry up and get in there Julie, you're already 15 minutes past the end of break time."
"But..."
"If it's another excuse, I don't want to hear it. Now get in there with the team!" The coach has his arms crossed and isn't going to take no for an answer. In fact, at the moment, he's challenging you to a staredown contest he's obviously going to win.
"Fine..." you say, giving in. You hope you won't hurt yourself doing this crazy stuff. You were never very athletic to begin with. The other girls seem to all be looking at you as if waiting to follow your lead. Am I captain or something? What am I even supposed to be doing? Coach Moron blows the whistle.
"Come on! Julie! You're on top, get it together!" Even though he's only about 15 feet away, he's still yelling as loud as he can.
You head towards the other cheerleaders ready to boost you up. Looking at them up close now, you realize that these are some extremely hot girls for high school, maybe even college.
A divine brunette with an amazing DD cup offers you her hand. "Come on Julie. You don't want to make him any angrier do you?" Making sure you don't fall, you pull yourself up so that you're standing in an almost pyrimid shape with you at the top. You follow the other mini three person pyrimids next to you for guidance. Oh what a day this has become!
For the final dismount, you see the other girls performing backflips and then having the other base cheerleaders catch them. In your books that just isn't possible. But you try it anyway for giggles.
You had assumed that you were going to break your spine as you were coming down headfirst, backwards. Luckily, and much to your surprise, your head was caught between the chests of two of the cheerleaders, their hands wrapped firmly around you. It wasn't great, if even good, but you were glad to be alive.
"No, no, NO!!" The coach started again, "Julie I want you on the bottom this time, that flip was absolutely atrocious!! Have you learned nothing?! Let's try it again!!" If he got any more excited he might start foaming at the mouth.
This time the blonde girl to your right climbs up above you. You and the busty brunette are holding either foot, giving you a clear view up her skirt. *Sob!* As she dismounts, you catch her, one hand on the small of her back and the other on her thick, firm ass. Amazingly, she doesn't even think twice about it. You give it a few more goes and finally Coach blows the whistle.
"Okay girls, shower off and get straight on back to class!! That means you Julie!"
You head back up to the gym locker room with the team. Oh yeah... you think and watch the other girls head for their respective lockers. With all of them in front of their lockers you go over to what you suppose is 'your' locker and start to strip down, throwing your cheerleader uniform haphazardly in the locker. Standing there only in underwear, your perverseness causes you to frequently stare around at the mass of beautiful girls changing. You're right in the middle of staring at some girl ripping her bra off when someone taps you on the shoulder.
You spin around to see that it's the same brunette from practice. Her body looks even better with less on. "Hey, I was wondering, could you help me with this?" She spins around and points at her bra strap. God, she's got a perfect ass too.
"Yeah...no problem" you say feebly. Unhooking bras was never something you had much practice at, but you seem to figure it out before too long.
"Ahhh...sooo much better!" she sighs, letting the force of her compressed tits push the bra onto the floor. She turns around to face you again.
It is now that you truly realize her breasts are one in a million. They are perfectly big and round to the point of almost looking swollen, and have big puffy nipples the protruding from the center of each. You're sure every girl in the room must be jealous of her incredible assets. She begins talking again and you inspect them as they sway and jiggle to the heaving of her chest when she breaths. Amazing!
She snaps her finger in front of your eyes, taking you out of your trance. "Hey, Julie, I'm up here! I know you want my tits, but I'm trying to talk to you. Hey! Are you alright?"
You begin to think about the holoprojector again. Surely the first thing you would scan would be this girl's body. Delicious! "Yeah, I'm fine..." you say rubbing your head, "I'm just kinda tired and out of it I guess..."
This makes her laugh, sending those giant jugs wobbling. "When have you ever been tired, Mrs. I'm-So-Chipper? You must really be having an awful day!"
You smile to yourself, still staring at her nude body, "Well, not exactly..."
"Ok, well, if you need anything I'm always here." And with that she leans in and hugs you. Her enormous boobs squash your small pubescent ones almost comically. The feeling is great.
"Anyway, enough chitter-chatter, we need to take showers!"
"Of course!" You quickly snatch up your towel. You're totally up for a teen pussyfest!
"I kinda hate how we all have to take showers together with absolutely no privacy though. You know what I mean?" She apparently got bored of the conversation and started tracing her nipple absentmindedly.
"Meh, I don't mind..."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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