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Three quick breaths to steady herself as she got closer to the bathroom. Her books were in her arms and her arms were folded over her chest. She knew that in some ways she was lucky; A pair of tits that made almost everyone at the school jealous, an ass that made her skirt unable to lay flat, bright eyes that shone with intelligence even behind her wide-rimmed glasses. Her ears would probably be considered cute by many people, but none of the other girls at Celestine Preparatory School for Gifted Girls.

A few more feet and she needed to stop to steady herself. One of her classmates shouldered the short mouse girl as she walked past, slapping her on the ass and causing it to jiggle obscenely. She yipped a little and the tall zebra girl looked over her shoulder at Helga and sneered, "Stop blocking traffic, limp-dick!" and proceeded to laugh with her group of friends as they walked on, heavy cocks swaying back and forth as they went. She hated Jennifer Miller.

Helga scowled a little, but not enough to be noticed. She was here on a technicality, a scholarship of sorts, and she couldn't afford to get into any trouble. No fighting, no rocking the boat, or she would be back in public school where she was the minority instead of the same as everyone else. She almost laughed bitterly at the thought as she looked down. She may be all on display in the back but she was almost flat as a board, her small penis and balls covered by her white cotton panties and even more so by the grey uniform skirt she wore.

Three more breaths and she was almost to the bathroom. There were no gendered bathrooms here, there was only one gender at Celestine. This was a school where Gifted Girls could get a thorough education without fear of being singled out for being different. They learned all the core curriculum of any good school along with some special courses that pertained to their unique biology; health classes to make them familiar with their own risks of pregnancies or STDs, cooking classes for nutritional balance, and physical education tailored to keep them healthy with two sets of genitalia.

The bell rang but she knew she would never make it to class. She had a few more stamps left on her hall pass because she was usually much better at keeping control of herself but today she felt overwhelmed. She needed a release from the stress and the buildup. Celestine gave every girl attending a hall pass with a dozen spots to get stamped for when they needed to freshen up. Almost every class was down one or two girls no matter the time of day and Helga needed to use one of her stamps.

Finally reaching the bathroom on this floor, she ducked into the spacious room and whimpered just a little when she saw it was occupied. She put her books down on the shelf by the door and kept her head down as she walked past the half dozen or so girls doing their makeup or standing at a urinal. Most of the stalls were occupied, though, and that's where she hurried along to. She passed the trough in the middle of the room where two girls were standing across from each other, dicks in each others hands while the other rested on the shoulder of their companion. They were both breathing heavily as what looked like two feet of flesh in each hand was stroked vigorously. They seemed like they were close to finishing so she slipped by into the furthest stall and avoided eye contact. She heard one of the two girls call out, "Heeeey limp-dick. Yoe...-huh-...come for the...-FUCK!-... show?" followed by multiple people laughing as she slammed and locked the stall door.

She took a moment to steady herself, anger finally coming through on her face here in the privacy of her small metal box. It was clean and smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, which was unsurprising. In a school for these types of gifted girls, hygiene and general cleanliness was very important. Janitorial staff came in to sanitize all the surfaces frequently. She waited until she heard at least a couple people leave before setting her purse down on the top of the toilet tank. She reached in and carefully took out her prize, trying to be as quiet as possible. The small plastic square was a cheery pink, almost as if the condom itself were mocking her with it's cursive script of 'petite', She frowned again and put the corner of the package between her lips to hold it as she got to work.

She unzipped her pleated skirt and let it fall to her feet and she stretched her panties over her big ass as she turned to sit on the toilet, the cold seat causing her to shiver for a moment. She unbuttoned her shirt and reached into pull her tits free, leaving her bra on for quicker covering up just in case. The thick underwire cut in painfully but she had reached the point where she didn't care anymore. She was getting excited.

Looking down, her small penis was stiff and standing at it's full four inches. Outside in the rest of the world, being this size wouldn't be strange for a growing teenage boy. She was intersexed, though, and one thing about intersexed she knew from coming to this school is they were always showers AND growers. Not her though. She tore open the condom and lowered it down, rolling the pink circle over her cock and sighing as loud as she dared since she still heard people coming and going out in the main part of the bathroom.

She turned and grabbed her purse, digging in and pulling out more condoms. They were all different colors but they all said 'petite' in flowing cursive on the sides. They were all still together in a row and she draped it over her shoulder. As she was setting up for her session, she heard first one then the other girl at the trough grunting and panting. A few second later and near simultaneous 'UUNGH!' sound caused her dick to twitch and a small bubble of pre form at the tip of her condom.

She reached down and, gripping her length, started stroking through the condom.She shivered again, her cunt winking unseen beneath her. She was focused on her release, though, and wouldn't be doing anything about that in here. She would wait until she got home for that. She had enough problems as it was. She closed her eyes and focused on her release, the pre under the latex smearing around and dribbling down her small sack to mingle with the toilet water. Barely a minute later and she raised her hand to her mouth, biting down on her thumb hard as her cock throbbed, filling her pink balloon with her secret.

One, two, ten jets of thick ropey mouse-cum filled that condom. It drooped down heavily against the belly of her cock and the hot latex resting against her twitching balls. She stood up and, pulling it off her rapidly softening length as slowly and carefully as she could, tied off the condom. She placed the stem between her lips to hold it while she quickly bent over and flushed the toilet, her other hand turning the water valve so it wouldn't fill back up. She watched the water swirl away until she was left with an empty bowl. She took the condom and placed it, sloshing, inside. It was impressive, but again, only to the outside. Girls here tended to cum in terms of gallons. She was ashamed at how small it was in comparison. All in all the size of a softball, but if it was any more and she wouldn't be able to fill those petite condoms without them bursting. That would ruin her plan.

Her stage set, she sat back down and tore off another condom packet, tearing it open. This condom was lime green and as she pulled it out, her cock was already rock hard again. She licked her lips and rolled it on her slippery length, shuddering at the feeling. She wasted no time once she had it on, starting in on her rhythm as she jerked herself into that lime-green safety net. Her other hand reached up and hefted one of her boulder-heavy tits up and she sucked on her own nipple, partially for the feeling but also to keep her whimpers muted from anyone still in the bathroom. Again, barely a minute passed and she cried out into her tit-flesh, nearly silent as many more thick ropes of cum filled her second condom. She had a bit of a scare as she had barely finished and the slipperiness of it all had her drop the latex but she stood a little, thick thighs tensing as she squatted over the toilet and let the condom splat down in the bowl with the other, a wasted mess. She would have been mad but at this point her mind was nothing but focused on the next condom, a bright blue one that went on almost immediately.

Helga was the laughing stock of Celestine Preparatory School for Gifted Girls because everyone else had monsters between their legs, fat cocks that were flared or knotted or even one or two girls sported double-dicks. They had balls that, if painted green, could be mistaken for watermelons. They were tall and they were skinny, they were future models and trophy wives.

Helga had tits to die for, an ass that was built to make girls and boys drool, thick thighs to save lives. But Helga wasn't gorgeous, Helga was 'cute'. Helga didn't have a cock that could choke a partner, she had a tiny dick and tiny balls and the whole school knew it.

But there was one thing Helga had that the others didn't. She didn't have a refractory period, and she never stopped producing cum. She was an endless, unstoppable reservoir and only she could decide when it was over because otherwise it would never end.

As she pulled her tenth condom free, this one another pink balloon, she leaned back and spread her legs wide, dropping it into the bowl. At this point, there was no more room in it and her balls were sitting on top of the pile. The feeling was warm and pleasant and her stress started to finally melt away. Deep breaths and she felt like she could make it the rest of the day being ridiculed and mocked by this school of goddesses. She had one more thing to do and she stood up, turning to face the toilet and reaching down to grip her already stiff length again, smearing her messy cum all over it as she pressed a palm on the wall over the toilet, leaning forward and panting softly. Another minute and she grunted, not being quiet anymore and being reckless as thick jet after thick jet of cum splattered all over her balloons, all over the seat, coating the handle and the tank. It splattered on the floor and the wall and after she was donw she wiped herself clean with some toilet paper and tossed it aside.

She quickly dressed herself and, peeking out the door, saw that it was late enough into the period that nobody was there so she scurried out, grabbing her books as she did. Just as she walked past the door, smiling at the custodial chart and seeing in big black letters today's assigned girl 'Jennifer Miller' she hurried on to her next class.