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Stacy clutched her school books tightly to her chest as she peeked around the corner of the hallway between the cafeteria and the library.

There were banks of lockers along each side of the hallway, and despite all the young furs walking back and forth in between, she could see Blake standing next to his locker and chatting with the bobcat friend he hung out with sometimes. Blake was a deer like her ... but a bigger, beefier mule deer instead of a whitetail like herself. He was the only other deer in the senior class, and though she'd never managed to admit it to anyone, she'd always had eyes for him as they grew up together ... and her crush had only gotten worse as he'd really hit puberty. He was growing such a nice rack this year. It made her little white tail twitch over the waistband of her shorts, just looking at it.

Her own 'rack', though, had completely failed to develop. It was her greatest shameful secret that she still wore a 'training bra', not even an A-cup. Two little bumps had finally begun growing on her chest when she was fifteen ... and then they'd just stopped growing. It was the reason she'd never dared to join the track team like she'd wanted to - the other girls already teased her about it enough without the benefit of seeing her in the showers and knowing just how flat-chested she really was. And it was the reason she'd never so much as kissed a boy, much less her long-time crush. What if during the kiss, he went to feel her up, and he felt ... nothing there? He'd probably get up and leave right there and then, and then she'd know for sure that she was doomed to be lonely her whole life!

But now, finally, she intended to do more than just stare longingly at him. She licked her lips a little, both at the sight of him ... and to steel herself for what might be the biggest risk she'd taken in her whole life. Because, today, she was going to talk to him. And more than that, she was going to invite him to her eighteenth birthday party tomorrow. And maybe at her birthday party, they'd sneak off and... No, no getting carried away with fantasies yet - she had to stay focused!

For too long, she'd just poured herself into things like AP Chemistry and band practice, trying to content herself with watching from a distance. But not anymore. This was senior year, and more than halfway through it at that. If she didn't do something soon, she might never see Blake again. They'd go off to college in different towns, get different jobs, and have different lives ... and she'd never get to feel his bigger, stronger muscles lifting her up, she'd never get to trace her fingers over his velvety antlers, and she'd definitely never get to find out just what he was packing in those tight black pants.

The bobcat - she'd never picked up his name - closed his locker, and a moment later, Blake did, too. Yiff! She had to move now, or she'd miss her chance! There was only one more period before school let out, and she usually didn't see him after the last bell rang.

Hurrying across the hallway, she dodged a pair of tomcats and a zebra, then swerved to give a wide berth to Mr. Hale, the ill-tempered snapping turtle who taught the higher-level math classes. She was nearly out of breath by the time she caught up, which kind of spoiled her casual entrance. "H-hey, Blake," she said, rushing up to him in a huff as he turned to leave.

He paused, looking at her warily. "Um ... hi. You're in my English class in the morning, aren't you? What was your name again?"

"I'm Stacy!" She gave him her best smile.

He glanced over at his bobcat friend, who shrugged, then he looked back at her. "Yeah, um ... hi."

For a moment - too long of a moment - neither of them said anything. The slight awkwardness of his repetition somehow blocked her brain from the words she'd practiced in front of the mirror a hundred times. She felt a pressure inside her chest, like the words were trying to come up and tumble out, but some little star-struck part inside her head kept spinning around and she knew she couldn't manage to say it without babbling like an idiot in front of him. Her fur stood on end, and her legs trembled. Goddess, she had to say something!

"Um, okay," Blake said. "Nice to see you. But I should really be getting to class soon, so..."

"Do-you-wanna-come-to-my-birthday-party-tomorrow?" She froze for a moment, shocked at how the words had blurted so fast - and so loud - out of her mouth. With a forced jerk of motion, she jumped into the pose she'd practiced in front of the mirror: turned a little to the side, her chest puffed out as if that could make it look any bigger, and her skinny rump sticking out behind her. She smiled as big and wide as possible, the corner of her eye twitching as she strained to hold it.

Blake rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, um ... sorry. I already told Veronica I'd take her out to see Mad Max: Furry Road. Already bought tickets and everything."

Stacy held her pose, but her fake smile slipped. "Vuh-Veronica?"

Blake glanced down the hallway, and damned if Veronica wasn't standing right there, looking at them with a bit of a pout and her hand resting haughtily on her hip. Veronica was a gazelle, with long supermodel legs and a nice-sized bust to go along with them. Too bad she was a bitchy bimbo who went through boyfriends even faster than she went through hairspray, draining them of all their money and then ditching them for the next dumb guy to come along and drool over her. She came toward the two of them, swaying her hips as she walked, then went right up and kissed Blake on the cheek. Blake wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer.

"So, um ... right." Blake shrugged. "Sorry, I've got other plans."

Veronica sneered at her. "That's right, Two-By. Sorry, me and Blake have plans." She made a stupid, fake kissy-face at her, then wheeled around and left, dragging Blake's hand along behind her.

Stacy's eye twitched. 'Two-By' was short for 'Two-By-Four' ... a stupid nickname that some bitchy girls had given her back in tenth grade gym class because they said she was flat as a board, like a two-by-four. Somehow the idiotic name had stuck for years.

It wasn't fair! What was Blake doing with a girl like Veronica? Wasn't he smarter than that? She'd fished his graded papers out of the trash before - which was a perfectly reasonable way to get to know someone - she knew he got almost straight-A's. He should know that Veronica was just using him! How could he choose her instead of the doe who'd been making, well, doe-eyes at him since middle school? Stacy was the one who deserved him, not that stuck-up whore who'd just end up dumping him as soon as he ran out of cash for expensive dates! How could he fall for her stupid act?

As she watched Blake and Veronica walk away, a precious little part of herself went dark. Her dad always told her that the world wasn't fair, and her mom had always told her to be careful with boys, because most of them will let you down... But she'd never actually experienced it before, and seeing it for herself hurt. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Blake wasn't supposed to be like other guys - he was supposed to be better than this!

Over the last class period of the day - and even throughout the next day at school - everything her teachers said pretty much washed over her like water over a rock in a stream. None of it stuck, especially not in history class, where she had to stare at the back of Veronica's stupid head. She'd been so busy being disgusted with that bitch's over-styled hair that she hadn't even noticed when the teacher asked her a question. A few furs around her had laughed when the nerdy girl who always got perfect grades couldn't even name the president who ended the great carnivore-herbivore wars, but none of it mattered. Yiff Veronica ... if Stacy had a body like that, she would appreciate it properly and not use it as a cheap trick to get free stuff from boys!

* * *

Her eighteenth birthday party passed much like her seventeenth. She got a few nice presents from her family, had some cake, blushed and tried to be invisible as they sang that stupid birthday song at her... Only two furs had shown up that she wasn't related to - her long-time friend and confidant, Becky, who mostly swapped stories with her commiserating over how each of them had been picked on by bullies lately, and Sarah, a very, very goth skunk who was obviously only there because her parents made her go, and who left with a lame excuse about a doctor's appointment before they'd even cut the cake.

That was okay, though. Stacy had long ago accepted that she'd never be one of the popular girls. She was too shy, too small, too plain-looking. She wasn't the kind of doe anyone would actually want to go to a party with.

What she had to come to terms with now, though, was that her fantasies of Blake showing up and hitting it off was another thing that would never happen. She was just a stupid little doe to be going after a guy as amazing as him ... or at least as amazing as she'd thought he was. She'd be lucky if she could get any kind of boyfriend at this rate.

She switched off the light in her room and flopped down on her bed, not even bothering with the covers. Her fuzzy pajama pants and loose night shirt were warm enough. It felt like this had been a really long day, and it should have been a good day, one she could really enjoy ... but she just felt tired. Pretending to be happy was exhausting work.

Staring up at her blank, darkened ceiling, she tried not to think about Blake. Fantasizing about him had become an ingrained bedtime habit ... but now she realized she should give up on him. She should have given up on him a long time ago. She sighed. Maybe if she begged one of those gross fat kids in the chess club, he'd give her a pity fuck. That was the kind of thing she should be fantasizing about - something that she might actually be good enough for.

But it definitely didn't make her feel like touching herself the way thinking about Blake usually did. She rolled onto her side and stared out the window at the quiet night outside. If only I had tits like Veronica's, she thought, then maybe I wouldn't have to be such a lonely little loser. I wish I had a body that could bring in boys like that...

As her eyes drifted shut, a shooting star streaked across the sky outside her window.

* * *

She was lying on her back by the time her alarm went off to wake her up for the next day of school... There was some kind of soft, but substantial weight on her chest, like heavy pillow or something. She tried to brush it off with her hand - it bounced back, jiggling a little.

Huh?

Blinking her eyes, she woke up properly, shut the alarm off, and looked down at herself. She couldn't believe what she saw. There were two huge, round bulges straining against her shirt, almost like she had ... tits! Big ones!

After staring for a moment, she reached up and touched them with both hands. These things couldn't actually be there, could they? But they felt soft and full, and very there. Each of them was bigger than she could even wrap her hand around ... much bigger. She could even feel the bumps of her nipples through the night shirt.

There was no way this could be happening! It had to be ... it had to be a prank or something, even though she had no idea who might pull a prank like this on her. They must have stuck some big fake rubber boobs to her chest with glue or something!

Quickly, she lifted her night shirt up and looked at herself over the ridge of bunched-up fabric.

No ... those were definitely real tits, covered in her own soft, velvety fur. When she touched one pink nipple with the tip of her finger, she felt the familiar little tingle from it that ran down her spine ... but more intensely than she'd ever felt it before.

No way! No way this could have happened!

Pulling her shirt back down to cover herself, she rushed down the hall to the bathroom, where she could find a mirror. She barely remembered to lock the door behind her - the last thing she needed was her little brother walking in on her like this - before she jumped in front of the mirror and whipped her shirt entirely off.

She stared at her reflection in wide-eyed amazement.

Yes, those were two very real and very big tits on her chest, heaving up and down a little bit as she hyperventilated. For a long while, she just stared. Despite what she could see right in front of her - and even feel if she touched them - she still couldn't believe it. Her brain was refusing to accept that it was real.

Was she dreaming? Maybe she'd never really woken up, and this was all just a dream. She pinched the side of her body, hard ... and there was a sharp little bite of pain. No, definitely not dreaming.

Something else woke up in her head, though, prompted by that little pinch. Almost as if it was moving all on its own, her hand moved up her body, up over the huge swell of her breast, and her fingers found one of her nipples. It looked much like it had before, though it was quite a bit bigger now. Without even consciously meaning to, she pinched her own nipple.

It made her gasp, and made her body jerk forward a little bit. Woah, these things had gotten really sensitive!

Slowly and more gently, she caressed her new tits with both hands, watching them intently in the mirror as they moved and bulged underneath her fingers. They were really nice tits... Perky and nicely round despite their huge size, they monopolized almost all of her narrow chest. Even when she wasn't pushing them together, they formed a nice gap of cleavage between them, more than she'd ever thought she might have, even back in the days before her boobs stopped growing. And it felt good to touch their plush, yielding roundness; it felt good to have them touched - as she kneaded them between her hands, shivers ran up and down her spine, her fur beginning to stand on end. And these bigger nipples just loved to be toyed with, rolled around between her fingertips, flicked back and forth. The little nub sticking out of each one was slightly bigger than the tip of her pinkie finger now. She could imagine it would be just the right size to...

Stacy paused for a moment, blinking. She'd overheard guys talking once, about seeing a girl licking and sucking her own nipples in some kind of porno they'd watched. She'd stupidly tried once, and there was no way she could have reached. Now, though...

Pushing her right breast up as high as it could go, she craned her neck down toward it ... and her inquisitive tongue found the little nub of her nipple easily. So easily that she could get a little closer, pull it in between her lips and begin to wetly suck on it.

She shivered. Oh, Goddess, this felt good! She couldn't stop herself, not that she wanted to. When she switched sides and switched hands to try her left nipple, her other hand snuck down her still-skinny belly, slipping under the waistbands of both her pajama pants and her panties. Her practiced fingers went to work, rubbing her already-soaked pussy lips and fiddling with her clit. The pleasure built upon itself, feeding back into her efforts on her own nipple and reverberating through her whole body. She leaned back against the towel rack as her legs began to tremble. She'd never had an orgasm standing up before, but she knew it wouldn't be long now. She gasped in deep breaths, struggling to keep quiet as--

Someone banged heavily on the bathroom door. "Hey," her preteen brother's voice called through it. "Come on! Are you almost done in there yet? I need the bathroom too, you know, and if you keep taking so long, we're both gonna miss the bus for school!"

Stacy's hand whipped out from between her legs so fast that a few droplets of moisture from her pussy were slung up and splattered on the bathroom mirror. She let her nipple fall from her mouth and looked up. There was no clock in the bathroom, and she didn't have her phone... How long had she been in here? It didn't seem like very long, but she had been pretty distracted.

"Just a minute," she yelled back, pulling her night shirt off the bathroom floor where she'd absently dropped it behind her and squirming back into it - it was a very loose shirt, extra large, but it did feel tighter around her chest than she was used to.

When she opened the bathroom door and began to step out, her brother's jaw dropped and he stared at her. "Woah! What the yiff happened to you?"

She brushed roughly past him. "None of your business, you little brat!"

But as soon as she was safe back in her room again, she looked down at her bulging shirt. What had happened to her? How was this even possible?

When she glanced over at the red-glowing numbers on her alarm clock, though, a jolt ran through her. She really didn't have time to be worrying about it! Her parents both worked early shifts ... they would already be gone, so if she missed the school bus, there was no way she was going to get there.

Maybe she should just skip school? What would everyone else think when they saw her like this? But no ... she was always studious, always brought home straight-A report cards. Skipping school was just too alien of a concept for her to seriously contemplate it. Besides ... she'd have to go back eventually, and these new boobs of hers didn't seem to be going anywhere. She couldn't just stay locked up in her bedroom forever. And what would everyone else at school think? ... Well, she'd let them think whatever they wanted to. At least they'd have to stop calling her 'Two-By' from now on.

She glanced down at her boobs again, merely impressed with the fact that they were there under her night shirt. But that made her realize...

Yiff! She couldn't wear her night shirt to school, especially not now that her nipples were so obviously poking through it! The thing was practically see-through. She'd have to find something else to wear, and fast!

By the time she made it to her closet, she'd already shrugged off the night shirt. Woah ... the way these tits jiggled and swayed as she rushed across the room almost threw her off balance! She actually had to walk a little differently, and it was actually a little uncomfortable when they moved around too much. She understood now why bigger-breasted girls said they needed a bra for support, not just to keep their nipples from showing.

A bra, though... Her little training bras would never fit around these huge tits! It wasn't even worth the attempt. So she'd have to go braless ... okay, it's not like she'd never done that before. More than half the time in the past, she hadn't bothered with a bra - especially when her top was thick enough to hide her tiny nipples if they tried to poke through.

Finding the right top, though... That was going to be tricky.

The button-up blouse she went for as her first idea wasn't a success at all. She managed the bottom buttons over her belly easily enough, but she was still five buttons from the top when it started to get difficult. By the time she got two more buttons up, she had to squeeze and strain, struggling to get the button fastened. She was covered, but just barely, with a huge cut of cleavage showing through the gap that the last couple buttons would never be able to close. And from the tension on it, she feared that the buttons might pop and let her tits free at any moment.

Okay, not that. Something simpler. She grabbed a floral-print sundress next. This wasn't really the weather for it, but it was probably the biggest top she had, and hopefully she'd just be able to slip it over herself. When she tried, though ... not so much. The waist of the dress was too narrow for her boobs to squeeze through, and she already knew she couldn't pull this dress up from the bottom - her hips, narrow as they were, couldn't quite fit through, either.

In desperation, she grabbed a simple white tank top. It was a lot smaller than the sundress, but it was stretchy. Maybe she could make it work. It took a lot of squeezing and pulling, but she did eventually manage to stretch the tank top down over her massive tits and into place. It didn't cover as much as she'd like - far less than it used to. The swooping neckline of it, which had before just been enough to show her collar bones a little, now stretched low, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and barely coming up high enough to cover up her nipples, which easily showed through the stretched-thin white fabric.

She glanced at the clock again. Yiff! Only two minutes to get to the bus stop! The tank top would have to do. Quickly, she pulled a green zip-up hoodie around her shoulders. There was no way now that she'd be able to zip it all the way up to the top, but at least the sides of it hung down over her boobs and would keep her nipples from showing. Yanking off her pajama pants and panties, she replaced them with a ruffled black skirt and a fresh pair of pink cotton panties, so she wouldn't have to sit soaking in her own juices all day. Grabbing socks and shoes on the way out, she scrambled to get there on time.

And then she was running for the bus stop, trying hard not to pay attention to the way her brother and the other kids stared at her as she caught up. She knew her tits must have been bouncing all over the place ... but there was nothing she could do about it - there was the bus, already pulling around the corner at the end of the road, and there was no way she'd make it in time if she wasn't running.

* * *

Stacy breathed in a deep, calming breath as she stepped down off of the bus, despite the way it strained her already-stretched tank top. During the entire bus ride, she'd felt the eyes of the other students on her. Mostly the boys, but a lot of the girls were staring, too. She even caught the bus driver glancing more often than usual into the mirror he used to check on his passengers - even he had been ogling her.

It wasn't any better off the bus, either. A huge crowd of students milled around, wasting time and talking to each other while they waited for the first class to begin after getting dropped off. The conversations didn't entirely stop when she stepped off the bus, but there was a perceptible hush in the crowd as almost all of them stopped and craned their necks, trying to get a look at what everyone else was staring at ... and then seeing Stacy. Or, more specifically, seeing Stacy's huge tits.

Even though she definitely had nearly everyone's attention, nobody came up to her or said anything to her, even as she started walking through the crowd to the corner of the building where she usually hung out with some of the band nerds before class.

She didn't blame them, she supposed. After all, in their situation, what would she say to someone like her? You can't just walk up to someone and say, 'Hey, nice tits! Where'd you get them?'

On her way over to her usual spot, though, she saw Blake, with his usual group of friends, staring at her just like the rest.

She bet things would be different now if she approached him! She'd actually begun to drift over in that direction before her mind caught up with her. Hold on ... she couldn't just walk up to him and say, 'Hey, I grew some tits, so now do you want to go out with me?'

As she hastily looked away from Blake, trying to figure out what to say, though, her eyes met someone else's: Samuel.

He was looking at her, just like pretty much everyone else. But there was something in the way he was staring... Or maybe it was just something about the way he was leaning there against the school's wall. Samuel was a mule, a big, dark-grey draft mule whose biceps were probably as big around as Stacy's waist. And even someone as socially outcast as Stacy knew the rumors about him. They said that half the girls in school had fooled around with him at some point or other. Nobody saw him as husband material or anything - after all, mules are sterile - but that sterility also meant he was a source of easy, risk-free fun for any girl who wanted a ride.

Stacy had seen him many times before, of course. Back then - did it already seem like long ago? - she'd never have thought about actually talking to him. She'd been sure that he must be too busy to bother with someone as plain as her. After all, he constantly had hot girls throwing themselves at him. Why would he even look at plain old Two-By?

She glanced down at her chest for a moment. Now she could think of two reasons he might want to look at her...

You know what, she thought, yiff Blake! If he wants to waste his time with Veronica, let him.

She had bigger plans. With a grin she would never have had the confidence to pull off yesterday, she veered a little to the left and walked up to Samuel instead.

"Hey Stacy," he said as she came up to him. "I, uh... I'm not sure what you've done, but I'm really liking the new look. Something different... New haircut maybe? Or are you trying some new makeup?"

Stacy giggled at his little joke, holding her arms together in front of her chest. Before, it had been an habitual reflex, a way to hide her flatness ... but now it just served to squish her boobs together and make a little more of them spill out from her tank top's neckline.

He grinned at his success ... and then took it further: "You've got to tell me the name of your stylist. I think I could use a new look, too."

Unable to resist, Stacy glanced down at the sizable bulge in Samuel's jeans. "I don't know," she said. "I think you're plenty big enough already."

Samuel obviously knew a thing or two about high school girls already, and he must have seen her glancing there, because he didn't waste any more time. "So, are you doing anything this weekend?"

Those words crashed into Stacy's head like an ocean wave, leaving her floating in visions of making out with him, feeling his huge muscles under her fingers, being pinned against the wall by him... But wait... It was only Wednesday, did she really want to wait for the weekend? And besides, if he tried to take her on a date this weekend, her parents would be home, and she knew her dad would be ramming his antlers into the wall if he saw her going out with a guy like Samuel...

Why not something sooner? "I don't know," she said after a slight pause to think about it. "Are you doing anything under the bleachers in, like--" she glanced up at the clock "--the next twenty minutes?"

His eyebrows raised at her audacity ... but he also grinned. "You know? I think I will. You want to come?"

"A bunch of times!" Stacy held her hands over her mouth, shocked to hear a dirty joke come from her own lips, but when Samuel began to casually saunter around toward the edge of the gym building and the bleachers near the track behind it, she eagerly went along with him. She would have thought that sneaking off would be difficult, especially since almost everyone was already looking at her ... but nobody stopped them, and nobody said anything. If she ignored their stares, she could just walk there like nothing was going on at all.

When she noticed that they were heading vaguely in Blake's direction, though, she took Samuel's hand and pulled him a little to the side, making sure that they'd pass right by Blake. It wouldn't hurt to show him what he was missing out on, maybe rub it in his face a little. At this point, she felt like he deserved that.

She was getting close, but before she could figure out which of the clever little quips to use, Blake opened his dumb mouth.

"Woah," he said. "Did you get a boob job or something?"

For a moment, she just stared at him, shocked that he'd just come out and say something like that. When Samuel stopped and looked at her questioningly, though, she was spurred into action. Putting her hands on her slender hips, she stared Blake down. "No I did not! They're real! I guess I just finally developed." She gave him her finest smirk. "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous of what? Your new bolt-ons?"

"They're not fake!"

He rolled his eyes. "Real ones don't grow overnight."

They had grown overnight, actually. And Stacy wasn't about to let Blake dismiss her like that, not after the way he'd already dismissed her once before. She was going to prove him wrong ... and do it in a way that would make him jealous! "Samuel," she said, "you know a thing or two about boobs, right?"

Samuel came up closer to her, standing just behind her shoulder and no longer trying to drift away as if he wasn't involved in the conversation. He shrugged. "I guess."

She reached for his hand, pulled it up, and boldly placed it directly against her right breast. "So tell me, are these real or fake?"

Blake's jaw dropped quite satisfyingly as Samuel gave her a nice squeeze. Samuel's hand - broad as it was - couldn't even cup her whole breast ... but he still managed to hold her oh so nicely. It made her short tail flick up and down over the waistband of her skirt as he rubbed her big, sensitive nipple through her tank top and hoodie. She may have moaned just a little bit.

"Oh yeah..." Samuel still didn't stop touching her; he seemed to really be enjoying it. "They're totally real."

When Samuel's hand slid across her chest, slipping inside her hoodie to touch her other boob through only her thin tank top, Stacy sucked in a quick, deep breath. Her legs clenched together, and she felt the dampness already growing in her panties. Maybe it was the look of actual, real envy on Blake's face, maybe Samuel was really good at playing with a girl's boobs, or maybe hers were just really sensitive... Whatever the reason, it was working. She didn't think she'd ever been this turned on in her life!

A lot of others were starting to stare, too, though, and she didn't want to make that much of a scene...

Reluctantly, she pulled Samuel's hand out from her hoodie. She felt more longing for Samuel's touch now than any need to get back at Blake ... but she had to say something. Trying to mimic as best as she could the way Veronica looked at her a couple days ago, she took Samuel by the hand and began to lead him back around the gym again. "Bye, Blake," she said. "Samuel and I have other plans."

* * *

Soon - but hardly soon enough for Stacy - the two of them were underneath the bleachers, the ones behind the gym building and next to the running track. Unlike the football bleachers, these were easy to sneak underneath, and although it was kind of dusty down here, it was a notorious spot for students to sneak off together for a bit of illicit fun.

As she watched Samuel slip his huge frame underneath the girders with graceful ease, she realized that it probably wasn't his first time down here, not by a long shot.

The important part, though, was that she was now in complete privacy ... with a boy she wanted ... who wanted her. And there was no reason they couldn't have real, actual sex right now. She couldn't breathe as Samuel stepped up next to her and ran his thick fingers through her hair. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

The touch of his hand freed her from her shock, reminded her that this was really happening ... and that she could do anything she wanted with him. She reached up with both hands, starting at his shoulders and slowly tracing her fingers down over his shirt, over the impossibly huge, deliciously firm muscles of his chest, down his rippling abs... Her breath caught in her throat again when her fingers ended up resting against the waistband of his jeans.

His nostrils flared a little. She could tell that her gentle touches were turning him on ... even without looking at the growing bulge in his pants. But still, he didn't do anything with her, not yet. "Really, I need to be sure. Are you okay with this? Do you want this, or are you just trying to make someone jealous?"

She could feel the incredible warmth of his body through the firm skin at the very bottom of his abs, and in these close, stuffy quarters, she could smell the subtle masculine odor of him. Goddess, she thought, my panties must be drenched by now... She leaned in closer, just close enough to let her boobs lightly touch his chest. He was so much taller than her, her nipples were barely high enough to touch the bottom of his ribs. "Yes," she whispered. "I want it."

And that was all Samuel needed, apparently. Instead of holding himself back any longer, he suddenly lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body against his.

She let out a little gasp, feeling so small in his powerful grasp ... but despite all his power, he was gentle. It didn't hurt. Actually, it felt good. Really good. That pressure she felt pushing against her belly, she realized, that was his cock. It made her knees feel weak. Goddess, his whole body was so huge!

While one arm easily squeezed her against him, the other hand slipped up underneath her tank top. She pressed her face into his chest as she felt it slide around her waist, over her belly, and up until he touched her breast directly. She bit down on his shirt a little. If she had thought it felt good to be touched through the clothing...

His other hand slid down her back, around her tail, down even further across the slight bump of her ass in the skirt.

Stacy's mind was just now catching up to the idea that she could have a little fun, too. She felt the firm muscles of his back, following them down to his own ass. Since he was so much taller than her, she could easily reach. She'd never touched a boy's ass before. Once she grabbed both cheeks with both hands, she just kind of squeezed, enjoying the firm roundness ... she wasn't sure what else she was supposed to do with it. Slap it, maybe? She didn't dare. What if he slapped her back? She'd probably have bruises!

Samuel's hand found its way up her skirt and traced along her leg, working its way upward and making her fur tingle everywhere it touched. She gasped against his chest and squeezed his ass harder as his hand rounded the curve of her rump and found her panties. He kneaded her comparatively soft, tiny ass cheeks in one massive hand ... and when his fingers brushed up against the slight mound of her pussy, she could feel the wetness in her panties being pressed against her. She moaned softly, squirming against him ... and the lovely feeling of his other hand on her tits just kept coming as he pressed their plush curves and rolled her nipples between his fingertips.

Somehow, her hands migrated around his waist on both sides, seemingly all on their own. They followed his belt around to the buckle, then snapped it loose. Then a single button, and then a tiny zipper. She struggled with the zipper - it kept jamming - why wouldn't it come loose? Why did these things have to be so tight?

Eventually, though, she managed to get the zipper all the way down ... and she was able to shimmy his pants down around his thighs.

That left him covered with nothing but his underwear ... some kind of boxer-brief things. It was enough. Now, instead of an ambiguous - but huge - bulge, she could actually feel the thick ridge of his cock underneath. Warmth radiated from it. When she let her hands slide down, she found the pair of big, juicy balls beneath ... each one was probably big enough to fill up one of her hands.

Her hands paused for a moment as she felt his fingers slide underneath her panties. He pulled the soaked bottom of them away from her, letting his fingers caress her wet, needy pussy directly. They glided up and down her slit, slipping between her pussy lips and just barely getting inside her a little.

Did that mean she wasn't a virgin anymore? She wasn't sure. But it didn't matter - she made up her mind that she wouldn't come out from under these bleachers a virgin by anyone's definition.

Filled with the boldness of that promise to herself, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his underwear and pulled downward.

And then, right in front of her, was the first real cock she'd ever gotten a good look at. The huge equine shaft jutted up toward her ... she leaned back away from him to look over the obscuring bulges of her own tits and see him properly. And wow ... what a sight. His enormous, dark-colored cock was probably at least as big as her forearm. Flattened and broad at the tip, it narrowed a bunch after that, then gradually thickened again toward the veiny base, and there was a thick ring around the middle for some reason. His smooth, almost shiny, balls hung beneath, their potent twin bulges just waiting for her...

She didn't know why she did it. Honestly, it was probably just because she wanted a better look. But she found herself sinking to her knees in front of him. His hands slipped off of her, no longer able to reach as she dipped lower, but he didn't try to stop her from going down there.

Once she squatted there in front of him, his big mule cock practically booping her in the nose, she realized why he let her go so easily: he thought she was going to suck it. That was a pretty reasonable assumption, after all. Why else would a girl get into this position?

She looked up at him, and he smiled back down, brushing fingers through her hair again ... but he didn't try to grab her head or force her to do anything, thank goodness.

But ... she couldn't just stand back up. Not now. That would be weird.

Slowly, her hand trembling, she reached up and touched the side of his cock. It felt ... really nice, actually. The skin was so supple and soft, but underneath it she could feel it was so incredibly warm and solid. It felt so strong. As her hand slowly slid downward, her fingers couldn't even fit around the girth of his base. The whole thing was just so massive. As her other hand came up to touch his tip, she could feel the sheer heft of it.

Samuel groaned slightly, his eyes drifting almost closed. He was enjoying this?

Stacy blinked. Oh, right. Of course he was enjoying it - she was stroking his cock, wasn't she? Boys liked that, didn't they? She felt a little spark of warmth in her chest. It felt good to make him feel good. Maybe she could do it a little more?

Tracing her fingers lightly over his warm shaft now, she began stroking him slowly up and down, watching his face intently.

Oh yes, he was enjoying this alright. She could tell the look on his face wasn't for her benefit anymore ... he just couldn't help but look like he was enjoying himself. But when he looked back down at her, there was something else as well ... a kind of expectancy, anticipation. Did he still think she was going to suck his cock?

Was she? She looked back down at it, her heart racing. She'd never done this before ... even in her silly old fantasies about Blake, she'd never really thought about doing this with him. But now that she was here, now that it was right in front of her ... why shouldn't she?

The thought struck her as strange, but it stuck. Why shouldn't she? Even as she was frantically wondering whether she was that kind of girl, whether she was okay with it or not, she found herself gradually drawing her face closer to his tip. Why did it look so delicious all the sudden?

It started with just a kiss on his broad tip, on the big, slightly-bulged part just above the hole. The bare skin felt electric against her sensitive lips, and as her hands stroked downward, she slid her mouth, her tongue around his tip, then over the edge of it, around to the side of his shaft. There was no way she could ever fit that whole thing in her mouth, but she could slide up and down it just fine, and she did. It didn't even matter that she was giving some boy she barely knew a blowjob. It didn't matter that just a few moments ago, she would have said this was something only disgustingly slutty girls did. Because right now, all that mattered were the deep groans of appreciation she heard coming from Samuel.

She rubbed her cheek against the side of his cock, pressing it against her face with one hand as her other hand went down to caress his lovely balls. When she looked up at him, she found him looking back, and in that moment, they finally made a real connection - she could feel it, the spark of something between them that she'd never had with anyone else, certainly not with Blake. And she liked it.

More and more vigorously, she lavished attention onto his cock with her mouth. She even went all the way down past his sheath and nuzzled into the crook between it and his balls, inundating herself with his scent, letting her tongue drag up the cute cleft between the two balls, then continuing up his sheath, up his shaft, all the way to the tip. A dollop of pre-cum dripped over her nose and stretched over her upper lip as she slid her tongue up toward the head of his cock. The thick drop slid right down onto her tongue just as she slid it across the hole. The taste was musky, salty, and bitter, making her wince ... but there was something else about it, something that made her want more of it.

That wasn't fated to happen, though. Just as she was getting ready to really start going at it, he reached down and gently took hold of her chin, drawing her back upward. And she did stand back up ... though her hands stayed on his cock.

As she looked up at him with her big doe eyes, he smiled back and reached out to wipe a little remaining bit of his pre-cum off of her nose. Then he surprised her by leaning way down and coming in for a kiss.

His mouth was so much bigger than hers! But oh, the way he could move those lips of his ... and they were so soft and tender with her... She moaned in satisfaction, her hands going still against his cock as all her attention was swept up in that little kiss. She even slipped him a little tongue, which he seemed to accept eagerly. And as much as she might have wanted to feel the same, she was kind of glad he didn't try to use his enormous tongue.

Little did she know, he was about to use it in a much better way.

When they parted from the kiss, both of them looked at each other deeply for a moment. There was no movement besides the rise and fall of their chests as they breathed fast and deep.

She didn't know how, but she knew a moment before he moved at all exactly what he was going to do. It was just some kind of electric tingle in the air.

So when he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, she went along willingly, bending over in front of him and spreading her legs out a little bit, her rump stuck high up in the air as she arched her back, her tail higher still. She leaned her shoulders on a convenient - though dusty - girder and let herself melt into his touch.

His hands slid down over her modest hips, tracing the curves of her legs through the skirt, then coming back to touch them again as he lifted the skirt up - all the way up, leaving it wadded and rumpled on her back. A moment later, he was pulling her panties down. Once they slid free from her upturned little ass - peeling wetly away from her pussy - they slid easily down her slender legs, all the way down to her ankles. She felt the cool air against her sopping-wet pussy lips. It made her fur stand on end ... or maybe that was just the feeling of Samuel's well-practiced gaze on her where she'd never dared to let anyone see her before.

He didn't immediately ram his cock into her like she thought he might. Instead, he got down on his knees behind her. For a moment, she didn't understand what was going on ... not until she felt his hot breath underneath her tail.

Samuel didn't waste any time - the first thing she felt was his broad, warm tongue sliding wetly across her entire mound, from the beginnings of her puffy lips around her clit all the way across her sopping entrance. The way his tongue cupped perfectly around the contours of her pussy lips made her shudder and moan.

"That's ... I'm-- Mmnh!" She wasn't even sure what she'd been trying to say. It flitted out of her mind, unimportant and forgotten, as she felt Samuel's tongue slide a little bit inside her.

Her pussy lips parted oh so willingly, allowing the warm bulge to intrude and touch her in places no one else had ever come close to. Waves of hot pleasure flicked back and forth through her with every motion of his sweet, skilled tongue. How was he even doing that? It felt like it was rolling around inside her, able to caress every last part of her insides, seemingly at the same time.

And then, as enough of his drool and her juices mixed together to make things nice and slippery, she felt his bottom lip, that dextrous equine lip, rubbing against her clit, sending lighting strikes up through her whole body. His hands gripped both sides of her ass, holding her firmly in place as he took her to places she'd never been able to go when she was masturbating herself.

Her breath came in desperate gasps. She could barely hold herself up. "I'm - I'm--"

He seemed to know exactly what she needed - he plunged his tongue as deeply as it could reach inside her tight little virgin pussy, filling her and swelling against her inner walls even as his lips worked even more fervently on the outside.

That was it. In a flash, Stacy found herself shooting sky-high in the most sudden orgasm she'd ever felt. It rolled through her like a tingling, fiery tide, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming out loud at the top of her lungs. She covered her own mouth, trying to muffle her exorbitant moans as her whole body shook, as her pussy clenched down on his warm tongue, as she marked his face with a splash of her feminine juices.

By the time she caught her breath, Samuel had pulled back from her and stood up. When she looked back over her shoulder at him, she saw his long muzzle matted and darkened with the strong-smelling evidence of her orgasm. She remembered, mortified, that this was only the beginning of the school day ... how could she do that to him, making him go through the rest of the day with that on his face?

He didn't seem to mind, though. He licked his lips and smiled as he looked down at her, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in her scent ... and he leaned a little closer.

That's when Stacy felt the broad tip of his cock lightly touch her pussy lips.

The world seemed to freeze in that moment. Nothing else mattered but that hot, firm presence bulging against her thoroughly soaked pussy. He waited for a moment, as if asking for her permission.

After all that had already happened, there was no way she was going to deny him. And besides, she'd promised herself that she wouldn't come out of these bleachers as a virgin.

She smiled back at him, and instead of waiting for him to accept that as permission, she pushed back against him, ready to plunge her eager pussy all the way down on his cock.

That wasn't what happened, though. The broad tip just mashed up against her pussy lips, squeezing against her ass cheeks on both sides and not entering. It was like trying to sit on a fence post! Would that thing even fit inside her?

He grabbed her ass cheeks, pushing her forward against the girder, taking control and slowing her down. And then she felt the pressure again.

This time wasn't like her eager rush, though. He pushed his tip solidly against her entrance, rubbing it back and forth slightly as he went ... he even used his thumbs to spread apart her open a little bit wider. She could feel herself beginning to stretch, her tight, unpracticed pussy straining open in a desperate attempt to accept the huge cock already smearing pre-cum onto her pussy lips as they were gradually pushed out of the way.

And then it finally happened. With a surprisingly sudden little lurch, the head of his cock slipped into her pussy, spreading her open wide. Goddess, it already felt like he was stuffing her absolutely full, and he'd barely only gotten the tip inside!

One of his hands slid up and down her back, in a sort of comforting, soothing gesture. "How does that feel?"

If she'd been a cat, she would have purred. Since she was a deer, though, she'd just have to show her affection a little bit more directly. She pushed herself back against him, and this time, it worked.

Oh did it ever work! Nearly a quarter of his shaft slid into her, gliding easily in on her slick juices. Both of them gasped at the incredible feeling they gave each other.

It was too much for Stacy. Her legs gave out and her arms went limp - her weight flopped onto the girder, and the only thing that kept her from sinking all the way to the concrete below was the immovable strength of Samuel's cock inside her. A moment later, his hands gripped her hips harder, lifting her back up and holding her steady. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She could hear a slight strain in his voice - he was trying hard to hold himself back from just fucking her senseless. With an effort of will, she managed to look back at him over her shoulder. "I'm ... yes."

A little bit more of him slid into her, opening her up inside like she'd never had before. She'd toyed with hairbrush handles and the like, but it was nothing like this. The girth of his cock filled her nearly to the breaking point, straining her inner walls in a way that she was sure would leave her sore and walking funny ... but right now that didn't matter. She felt no pain from his gentle, persistent insertion, only the intense pleasure of the massive hot hardness inside her, the sweet massage of his delicately soft skin against her most intimate secret places as he pushed in a little bit deeper. This was no hairbrush handle - his cock pulsed with heat and life; somehow, she could feel his lust for her through it, and that was something no toy could ever give.

Something bumped against her pussy lips, even as they stretched around his shaft. When she whipped her head around to look at him, he smiled reassuringly. "Just the medial ring ... are you ready?"

she'd seen that ring bulging around the middle of his cock, that weird equine feature. How could she have missed it as she was rubbing the thing against her face? But that was only about halfway down his length. Did she really only have half of him inside her? She already felt like she was beyond the limits of what she could take.

He began pressing forward again, in his powerful, gentle way. He did it with a calm, cool assertiveness of someone long-practiced in reining in his strength. But, oh, the strength was there, though. Stacy squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his medial ring forcing its way into her entrance, stretching her already-strained hole even further. And all the while, he moved with a highly controlled, impossible to stop power, smoothly pushing the ring into her pussy without any harsh jerking that might have hurt her.

It wasn't long, then, before Samuel found the true limit of how much she could take. With his medial ring still barely inside her, his next firm, slow push butted his tip against something deep inside her, and it hurt.

"Aah!" she cried out. "Too deep!"

To his credit, he immediately pulled back ... and the next time he pushed into her - after giving her a moment to breathe - he went almost that deep, but not quite, filling her completely without ramming his cock up against her womb again.

And that felt wonderful. It helped that his medial ring ended up just barely inside her pussy, rubbing against all the most sensitive parts even as the upper half of his shaft gave her the wondrously full stretching feeling she never knew she craved until now.

Gradually he began speeding up a little, sliding in and out of her with just a little bit more force ... but still never surpassing her limits.

It occurred to Stacy - even through her lust-clouded mind - that he must actually be pretty practiced in keeping himself from penetrating too deeply. She could think of at least a dozen girls who he'd probably been with, and a some of them were even smaller than her.

But soon any speculation about that was pushed out of her mind, as if Samuel's cock was pushing all the way through her and the tip of it was shoving thoughts right out of her head. She felt her pussy tightening around him as his cock caressed every part of it, touching all of her at once. And she could feel the pressure building inside of her, already drawing close to another orgasm.

Samuel must have felt it too; she heard him snort a little, breathing heavy as he brought his cock to bear on her just a little faster, just a little harder.

It wasn't enough, though, not quite enough! It raised her up to a plateau of pleasure, her mind reeling in the waves of his every thrust ... but she couldn't quite make it to the peak she wanted; as desperate as she was to explode and then fall down into post-orgasmic bliss, the pressure inside her just kept building and building, until she felt like she couldn't hold it anymore.

Needing something more - anything more - she pulled herself away from him a little the next time he pulled back, letting his medial ring pop out of her pussy completely. She pushed back against him before he could stop his next thrust, and it popped right back in again, suddenly and violently this time, but the way it rippled across her pussy lips and bumped against her clit as it did was exactly what she needed - she let out a sharp little cry ... of lust, joy, pain? She wasn't sure. She didn't care. All she needed was that sweet, sweet release.

Thankfully, Samuel seemed to get the hint. His quickening thrusts each pulled out a little farther now, working his medial ring back and forth over her pussy lips every time. And still he managed to go almost as deep as she could manage, stopping just short of pain every time.

It couldn't have been more than three or four thrusts like that, but Stacy quickly lost count anyway. The whole world seemed to flash bright pink as the rippling wave of orgasm finally took her. There was a whole sun inside her, beaming hot, thick pleasure out through her whole body as it flickered and pulsed. Her already-stretched pussy clenched down hard on him, but it couldn't stop him from moving.

He kept on thrusting into her, in his same quick but gentle rhythm, through her whole climax, making it come in seemingly never-ending waves that washed over her again and again. Even as her juices poured down his shaft and down his balls, he kept working inside her. He only stopped when she finally went limp, collapsing against the girder again, her legs trembling loosely as he held her up.

But once she'd caught her breath, he started again. This time, though, he didn't pull out far enough to rub her lips with his medial ring anymore, and he had a new rhythm. He'd push in as far as he dared and hold there for long moments, only to yank back quickly and then slowly push back as deep as he could go again. One of his hands gripped her waist tightly, while the other one pulled her tank top up, exposing her big, swinging breasts and then playing with them roughly.

She moaned and had to stop herself from drooling like an idiot. Ooh, that felt good! Not like it was pushing her to orgasm, but it felt so nice to have the thick heat of his cock wedged so deep inside her, to feel his heartbeat through it. It was like being in a hot jacuzzi that had waves like the ocean ... except it was inside her. Every hot wave seemed to ripple through her until it had reached every part, all the way down to her fingertips.

Then she felt the tip of his cock beginning to swell.

He pulled out even less now, really shoving it into her as it grew inside her ... and grew ... and grew.

She let out short little gasps, barely able to breathe. It felt like it should be tearing her in two from the inside out, but somehow her pussy could stretch just enough, she could take him. There was a little pinch now with his every push - his flare forcing the entrance to her womb to open a little, ready to pour his cum straight into it. She'd heard about the way equines' cocks would flare when they were about to cum, but she'd never thought it would be like this. She even felt tightness around the high waistband of her skirt - he was stretching her so much from the inside that her belly was bulging out a little, straining the fabric.

And she couldn't have been happier. Even the slight pains of her womb being wedged open didn't matter. It just made it all the hotter, knowing she was about to be bathed in his hot cum, claimed by this amazing mule stallion as his balls emptied themselves into her ... and all without even needing to worry about pregnancy.

She looked over her shoulder and grinned stupidly and lustily up at him. "Do it," she said. "Cum inside me."

If she hadn't been looking over her shoulder, she might not have seen Blake begin ducking his way under the bleachers, being careful not to get his antlers caught in the overhead girders. "Hey, um Stacy, are you in here? I've been looking all over the place for you."

Samuel gave a savage grunt, hilting himself as far as he could go inside her, pressing painfully against her womb. His hands trembled as they held her absolutely still, and she felt the first throb swell his cock, traveling up through her pussy where it would soon gush inside.

"I'm really sorry about Veronica," Blake continued. "It's just that I'd already asked her, and it would be really rude to cancel our--" He stopped dead in his tracks as he finally got a good look at them, at what they were doing.

The first wave of Samuel's cum shot up inside her in a seconds-long continuous spray that overfilled her womb all on its own, spreading its gooey warmth deep inside her and all down her tightly-stretched pussy as it forced its way around his flared tip.

Blake's eyes were wide, his face pale, his mouth caught in a horrified gaping frown. He must have been able to see the throbbing pulses along the base of Samuel's cock ... and he definitely saw it when the excess cum began to splatter out around her pussy lips, dripping down her thighs and down her legs.

Later, Stacy would try to convince herself that the look on Blake's face wasn't what triggered her to orgasm again. She would tell herself that it was the feeling of fullness, the warmth, the incredible sensation of Samuel's cock throbbing and moving inside her as it pumped stream after stream of hot cum into her. But she'd always know deep down that those were half-truths at best. She was almost surprised that Blake's antlers didn't suddenly droop down limply or fall off or something. It was an intoxicating new sensation for her, seeing her longtime crush utterly humiliated, absolutely outdone, and entirely inadequate.

She screamed out this orgasm loud and carelessly, with no though about who might hear her cries of ecstasy. When her pussy rippled up and down Samuel's shaft, a mix of their cum sprayed out onto his crotch from the incredible pressure.

And he just kept cumming! Her orgasmic pussy kept milking him for everything he could give, and every time his cock twitched and unloaded another sticky wave inside her, it triggered another aftershock that made her milk him more.

Eventually, though, both of their orgasms managed to subside. Stacy's skirt felt intolerably tight now, constricting against her swollen belly ... and even as Samuel pulled his softening cock out, the bulge in her waistband didn't entirely go away. She remembered the huge, virile balls swelling between the big mule's legs, her lips trembling at the thought of their infertile bounty now swimming inside her.

When she looked again, Blake was gone. 'There. Take that,' she thought at the spot where he'd been standing.

The soft but still flared-wide tip of Samuel's cock finally slipped free from the tight grip of her pussy lips, letting loose a small deluge of cum that splattered noisily on the concrete. Her poor panties, still around her ankles, were so soaked with it that she decided she'd be better off going without for the rest of the day. If, of course, the slight dribble of thick, white cum would ever stop flowing from her pussy lips.

When she stood back up and turned around, she finally began to feel some of the soreness and ache that would no doubt be plaguing her for days after the way she'd abused her body ... but she didn't regret it. This was worth it.

Samuel surprised her by leaning down and giving her a deep, warm kiss. She pressed herself against him, heedless of his still messy cock draping down over the front of her skirt and staining it. She felt an unaccountable desire to be close to him now, to be held in his powerful arms as his cum slowly soaked her deep inside.

He took a moment to grope her now-bountiful tits again, before tugging her tank top back down to cover them.

She tried to kiss him again, but instead he bent down, pulling his pants back up and then fumbling for something in his pocket. A pen. After clicking it, he took hold of her hand and wrote a phone number on her palm. "You can call me anytime," he said. "And I mean literally any time."

Stacy licked her lips and looked down at the scrawled number on her hand. "Um ... thanks. I will." Samuel was a good backup plan, of course ... but she was beginning to wonder who else might find her well-endowed body irresistible now. She touched her own boobs, running her fingers across the bumps of her nipples through the tank top and said softly to herself, "It's amazing what these things can get me..."

"Those? Maybe..." Samuel shrugged. "But I thought you were really cute even before you had 'em. Didn't you wonder why I knew your name, even though we don't have any classes together? I never thought you were the kind of girl who might go out with a guy like me though." He paused for a moment. "How did you get them so fast, anyway?"

Wait ... had Samuel really liked her all along? Did she even need these tits? Maybe she should stay with him. He was awesome at sex, and she'd never really wanted kids anyway...

"Yeah, I think I'll call you - very soon!" She hopped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek, then picked her sodden panties off the floor and made her way out from under the bleachers. There was a new spring in her step, a new confidence ... and she no longer held her hoodie close around her, hiding her tits. She plunked the panties into a trash can as she rounded the corner of the gym building, nearly strutting as she headed back for the crowd of students near the school entrance. It didn't matter what anyone thought anymore. This was her body, and even when a little sore and dripping with cum, it didn't matter what anyone else's opinion might be.

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