Angela: Thursday
Angela felt the vibration in her pocket and quickly slapped a hand to her side. Smart phones were not allowed in school. School policy said that they had to stay in the locker until the end of the day but she had just gotten her iPhone last month for her 13th birthday. It was ludicrous to ask her to leave it somewhere as unsecured as a locker. Of course the school’s answer to that would have been to leave it at home but she wasn’t about to do that either.
Her eyes darted around the mostly empty class room. It was a few minutes before the bell so most of the kids were in the halls or rushing to finish their lunches. None of the kids in the room with her seemed to have noticed the slight buzzing sound and her teacher had not arrived yet so she didn’t see the harm in slipping her phone out of her pocket and checking on the text that had just arrived. It was in one of those premium fonts that you could buy on the app store. The letters changing color rapidly, but she could easily make out the single word against the black text bubble, “Tits”
Angela just sighed, totally juvenile, something like that might have made her blush in elementary school but she was in seventh grade and she heard vulgar slang far too often for it to impact her. She was about to check who had sent the text when she heard the sound of Mrs. Astor’s voice drifting down the hall urging the kids loitering outside her room to either go inside the classroom or head their own classes. Angela jumped, not realizing how close it was to the bell. She thumbed off the screen and slid the phone back into the pocket of her jeans, she would figure out who had managed to get a hold of her number after class.
“Tits…” She muttered to herself, “Seriously?” As Mrs. Astor walked into the room Angela couldn’t help but wonder if the word had been sent to her specifically because she was sitting in Mrs. Astor’s algebra class. She had heard it from more than a few of the guys in her classes, how Mrs. Astor was a “MILF” and had “the best tits in school.” Angela had never given it much thought, but even in her fairly conservative teaching clothing it was clear that Mrs. Astor had an amazing body for a woman half her age.
The first things that drew the eyes were, as the text had mentioned, her tits. They were straining against the older woman’s blouse despite the shirt clearly being cut in an attempt not to flatter. It hadn’t been as obvious during the winter when she wore a bulky sweater but now Angela could tell her teachers tits had to be at least a double D or larger. Beyond her tits Mrs. Astor had a young looking face and, Angela supposed, the rest of her body was nice too, if you were into girls, but it was hard to get beyond those tits…
“Angela do you have an answer...?” The voice of her teacher knocked her train of thought off the rails. She blinked as if waking up and realized that the whiteboard was covered with an algebra problem and a quick glance at the clock told her it was already 15 minutes into class. Had she just spent 15 minutes thinking about her teacher’s breas…tits? She glanced at the problem and even though she was good at math it took all of her effort to figure out what was going on and not let her mind drift back to...”Yes, Mrs. Astor. I think X equals Y+3.”
Her teacher’s expression went from the disapproving look she typically gave to daydreaming students to a bright smile, “Correct, Angela. Now if you wouldn’t mind coming up to the board and showing the class how you came to that answer.” Angela nodded and rose from her seat. Mrs. Astor offered her the white board marker and Angela unconsciously reached for it with her off hand, reaching across her teacher’s body and ‘accidentally’ grazing the woman’s chest. The brief contact left a tingle running down her arm and Angela saw Mrs. Astor’s face grimace. Her expression turned back to a smile quickly, Mrs. Astor likely assuming that it was an accident due to the fact she wasn’t a boy. Angela, though, had to fight down a blush that started at her toes as she turned to the board and started working on the problem.
Angela’s hand did the fairly simple math calculations as if on automatic as her mind spun. She had touched her teacher’s bre… tits... she couldn’t even seem to think of any other word for tits but tits. Worst of all she could feel a moist feeling growing in her panties. Touching Mrs. Astor’s tits had turned her on… a lot. Before her mind could dwell on this any longer she finished writing out the equation on the board and after looking, but not staring through a major force of will, at Mrs. Astor for approval she went back to her desk.
She pulled her math notebook out of her bag and spent the rest of the class with her eyes on the paper, occasionally glancing up to look at example problem. It took all of her effort to keep from drifting back into thoughts of her teachers tits. At one point she let her mind wander and found she was drawing pairs of circles clearly meant to be tits on her paper. The bell couldn’t come soon enough.
Finally the clock hit the hour mark. She was putting away her things and ran for the door, one of the first people out of the classroom just as the bell began to ring. She knew she had drawn attention to herself, she wasn’t the type to run out as soon as the bell rung but she needed to get out of there. Angela breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that the other two classes she had today male teachers. Her relief was short lived though because, as she raised her eyes to walk down the hall, she found them drifting to the chests of the girls around her. Why hadn’t she noticed how many of the girls in the school had started growing tits?
As she walked her eyes drifted from one pair of tits after another. She quickly glanced down at her own chest, very flat, she didn’t even need a training bra yet. It had never bothered her before, or at least not much, but now all she could see were the tits around her. It left her feeling both ashamed of her own lack of growth and bubbling with the same arousal she had felt during math class. She had a feeling it was going to be a long afternoon.
Angela lay face down on her bed trying to clear her mind. She had been right; the afternoon had sucked. In her science class she had gotten yelled at by Mr. Foster because she wasn’t paying attention. She had in fact been paying very close attention, but it had been to the pair of tits on June Corley. June was in 8th grade and was ridiculously stacked for her age. She was a cheerleader and a bit on the dim side which was why she was in a science class that was mostly 7th graders. Not that Angela cared; all she could see were the spectacular set of tits, not nearly as large as Mrs. Astor’s but appearing larger on the much smaller body.
She had tried to control herself better in History and had almost made it through the entire class before her mind started to wander. She didn’t get yelled at but she spent the last ten minutes of class day dreaming about tits in general, no one in class had a particularly impressive pair but that didn’t stop her mind from wandering. As a result she missed the homework assignment and the end of a lecture she knew would be on the test in two weeks. She was horrid at history and this wouldn’t help.
After school Angela blew off her friends, afraid of zoning out staring at one of them and someone realizing what she was doing. Instead she basically ran home, a typical 10 minute walk taking her just under five. She grabbed a glass of water, some food, and wrote a quick note, saying she was feeling ill and had gone to bed early. That done she ran up the stairs and locked herself in her bedroom. Angela didn’t feel up to dealing with her mother when she got home from work. The last thing she needed was to start thinking of her mom’s bre… tits.
Taking deep breaths and keeping her mind away from dirty thoughts Angela found herself thinking back to the text message. It hit her like a bolt from the blue; she hadn’t started to act strangely until she had received that message. It seemed absurd but it must have something to do with her behavior. You don’t just become some kind of tit obsessed freak over lunch. Angela pulled her iPhone out of her pocket and opened the message tab. She noticed one thing right away, according to her phone the message had no sender, not a name or a number, which she didn’t think was possible.
Hesitantly she opened the message and looked at it again. It was just a word in rainbow colored letters against a black bubble. Just the word Tits… Just the word Tits… Just… Tits… Tits… Tits… Tits… Tits… Big Tits… Small Tits… Sexy Tits… Hot Tits… Wet Tits… Touch Tits… Suck Tits… Fuck Tits… Tits… Tits…. Tits… Tits… *SLAM*
The sound of the slamming door surprised her; she dropped her phone and looked around. The light in the room had changed suddenly… accept it hadn’t been suddenly. Angela had gotten home at 3:36; the clock in her room now said it was 6:12. She backed away from the phone like it was a poisonous snake. Angela heard her mother’s voice calling up the stairs, “Angie! I’m home are you in bed?” She threw a pillow over the phone and called downstairs, trying to make her voice sounds groggy. “Yah mom, I’m really tired, I already did my homework so I think I’m going to go to bed.” She looked at her unopened backpack, not liking to lie to her mother but almost afraid of what seeing her mother’s body, with her mature sexy... NO!
“Do you need anything honey?” Her mother called up. “No mom, I’m ok… I was already asleep...” She faked a yawn and could hear the sound of regret in her mother’s voice when she responded. “I’m sorry baby, you go back to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” She faked a tired, “’K,” and then turned back to the pillow on the bed now covering her phone. She couldn’t believe she had been staring at that word for hours. There was defiantly something very wrong about that text message.
Reaching under the pillow she thumbed the home button a few times and then hesitantly slid the phone out. The screen was safely away from the word. She went to slide the phone back into her pocket when she realized that her crotch was soaked. The distinctive smell of arousal in the air told her she had been dripping. She fought down the blush and put the phone on her charger. She would need to change before doing anything else.
Sliding off her wet panties was a bizarre sensation. Angela had been aroused before, after kissing Tommy Brown last summer or when she saw a muscular guy topless in a movie, but she had never been so aroused that she had soaked through her panties. Worse it had all been because of a word, tits. Thinking the word send a shiver of pleasure down her spine… She steeled her mind and finished undressing. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off quickly before reaching for her PJs, crushed into a ball at the foot of her bed. She froze half way there catching sight of her naked body in her full length mirror.
Angela looked herself up and down. She was just over five feet tall with a Mediterranean complexion, tanned looking skin even in the winter and straight black shoulder length hair. She had only gotten her first period a few months before and so puberty had little chance to make many changes to her body. She did have dark peach fuzz growing around her vagina but she had yet to fill in much. Her eyes locked on her own chest there was a slight hint of a curve growing their but nothing more. Still, she had her own tiny titties… tits… mmmm… Her hands came up to cup at her breasts and the touch was like electricity. A shock of pleasure ran from her tits to her vagina causing her to begin panting with arousal.
Angela knew she shouldn’t do it but just a simple touch felt amazing. So staring at herself in the mirror she began to massage her chest. Waves of pleasure cascaded over her, she felt her knees getting weak, and without losing sight of herself in the mirror she reached back and pulled her computer chair over. She planted her butt on the chair and went back to massaging waves of pleasure into her body. She had only masturbated a few times in the past and had never done much with her tits on those occasions so it was a matter of experimentation at first. It didn’t take long, though, for Angela to figure out how to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples just hard enough to send lightning strikes of pleasure to her vagina.
Her juices started to flow again almost immediately. With her eyes locked on a pair of tits and the pleasure flowing from them her seat was quickly as damp as her panties had been. Somewhere in the back of her mind she couldn’t believe what she was doing, and how good it felt. She couldn’t look away from her own tits, small as they were. Watching them being manipulated, squeezed and pinched was almost as arousing as the sensations themselves. “Tits,” She muttered to herself under her breath. “Titties… tiny titties… Angela’s Titties… mmmm tits… my tits… they feel so good…” Her words spurned her on to further action and she lost all sense of time in the endless cascade of pleasure. “titties feel good… titties good… love titties… AAAAHHH AHH AHHHHH TITS!”
Her orgasm hit her like a hammer, it came as a surprise she had been so lost in the sensations. She wasn’t sure how loud she had been and so even as she basked in the pleasure a chill born of being discovered crept up her back. She sat totally still waiting to see if she had drawn her mother’s attention. In the silence she could hear the sound of the TV downstairs and no sounds of movement. She breathed a sigh of relief and tried to find the post orgasm bliss but it had gone.
She turned her chair away from the mirror, feeling an odd mixture of fear and arousal. Angela was torn, she wanted to deny it but she had loved the feelings of pleasure that touching her tits had given her. It made it even harder to think, just knowing the fact that she could feel that way again just by touching her…’No…Stop that!’ she chastised herself. She had to do something about this… thing that had happened to her. But before she could do anything she needed to understand what had actually happened.
Angela slid in her chair over to the computer. The chair squelched under her butt, soaked with her own fluids. The air in her room smelled like arousal, it was distracting, everything seemed to be, but she opened her browser and logged onto the net. Going to Google she typed in a few key words, ’iPhone; text; multicolored; changed; and obsession.’ At least that had been the plan.
She looked at the text box and found she had written ‘big sexy tits!” Angela sighed to herself and reached for the delete key but found her hand hitting enter instead. As the Google search processed she just looked down at her own hands, it was a disturbing sensation, like they had been operated by someone else for a moment. She looked back at the screen and her eyes were locked on the series of tiny rectangular images that ran across the top of her search. She knew her parents had set safe search on but even with it ‘protecting’ her she still saw a series of women with massive tits in revealing clothing.
The sudden heat in her vagina reminded her that she was still naked and despite everything quite horny. She tried again, moving the mouse too close the window, but again her hands seem to be taking orders from her new tit obsession. While one hand moved the mouse to click on an image of a woman with massive tits, they had to be Gs or Hs, the other drifted down to her chest and began to massage her own tiny titties. All it took was one squeeze to shut up the pesky little voice of reason in the back of her mind. With a few clicks Angela disabled the safe search and was lost in a forest of free pictures. Tits, big tits, small tits, brown tits, latin tits, asian tits, young tits, mature tits, they flashed across her screen, endless pleasure, all just a few key strokes away.
Angela’s other hand just kept massaging her tits, the sights and sensations working her up and over the edge of orgasm after orgasm. Hours melted away like this, Angela awash in endless pleasure until she couldn’t stay awake any longer. She passed out with her hands still on the mouse, a big goofy grin on her face.
Angela: Friday
Angela woke up with a shiver. The early morning hours were cool and she was soaked in her own sweat and love juices. The screen saver on her computer lit the room with a riot of digital fireworks. Checking the clock she groaned to see that she had to be up for school in just two hours. Her body was stiff and uncomfortable and she had no idea how long she had been passed out in her chair. She forced herself to her feet and grabbed one of her bath towels. Her only saving grace was that she had time to shower and clean up her room before her mother came to wake her up.
Slipping silently down the hall to the bathroom Angela couldn’t help thinking about what she was going to do. In the short term she could probably convince her mother that she was sick and get off school for a day but what good would that really do, other than perhaps preventing her from masturbating in class. It wasn’t really a solution to her problem. Still shivering she turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, setting it a little higher then she usually liked it. Stepping in the shower she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Much to her surprise the sight of her own naked breasts only sent a small shiver of pleasure through her, nothing even close to the reaction she had experienced the night before. Angela was pondering what this might mean when she realized that she had thought of them as breasts, not… that other word. Hesitantly she brushed her nipple, it felt good, but it didn’t wipe away all of her common sense and turn her into a mindless masturbating pleasure puddle. A small spark of hope began to grow inside her. She stepped into the running water and winced as the spray hit her.
Her nipples hurt, she hadn’t noticed it last night but she had rubbed her breasts raw. Angela quickly cleaned herself up, wiping away the dried juices on her legs and crotch and soaping up the rest of her body in quick simple motions. There was nothing erotic about the scene, at least not to her, and for that she was infinitely grateful. She dried herself off, careful of her sensitive breasts and made her way back to her bedroom.
Angela was exhausted but she did her best to clean up a bit and hid the most obvious evidence of what she had been doing the night before. She finally managed to get into the PJs she had failed so completely at donning hours before and slid into bed. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was asleep.
Sadly it seemed as if she had only just closed her eyes when she felt her mother gently shaking her and speaking her name, “Angela. Good morning; how are you feeling?” Her blurry vision focused on her mother. Bethany looked almost exactly like her daughter only aged up 30 years or so, her skin was slightly darker and her hair slightly longer but the color and style were exactly the same. She was average height and very curvy. Angela found herself staring slightly longer at her mother’s cleavage, hidden, but not well, in her business suit, than she would have liked to but she was able to focus herself easily enough.
“Yah, I’m ok… just tired. I had a bit of a rough night.” Angela’s expression of mild distress thinking about the previous evening was not faked. Bethany laid her hand on her daughter’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm; do you think you will be ok at school today?” Angela had asked herself that same question several times and had decided that if her… obsession or whatever it was had become more manageable she should be able to make the day. Anyway if the change was permanent she would have to learn to live with it eventually. “Yah, I think so.” Her mother smiled at her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
“Good, there are eggs on the stove for you, I have to run though. Early meetings are a terrible thing. Remember your father will be home from his trip when you get home from school this afternoon, but he’ll probably be asleep. You know him and jet lag don’t get along very well.” Angela nodded at her mother and started to get out of bed. “Have a good day mom, I love you.” Bethany smiled back at her daughter, “Love you to sweetie. I’ll see you both tonight.” With that her mother was out the door and heading downstairs.
Angela dressed quickly in a fresh pair of jeans and a short sleeved blouse that she liked. She went to her discarded jeans from the night before and pulled out her house keys and her wallet, sliding them into her pockets. She reached for her iPhone in its charging dock but stopped herself. It was probably better that she stay away from it for the time being.
The eggs were good but cold, so she slapped them on some warm toast and ate her breakfast sandwich as she unpacked and repacked her back pack. She grimaced at the few homework assignments she would have to hand in late. Still, in the grand scheme of things it was nothing major, she did very well in most of her classes, except for history. She had a rotating schedule so at least she wouldn’t have to deal with algebra and Mrs. Astor today. Checking the clock she realized her mother had let her sleep in, which was nice except it meant she had to leave for school ASAP.
The trip to school was uneventful. Angela had left late enough that she hadn’t been able to walk with her friends. She made it to school with about five minutes left before the bell, it was a nice day and so the kids were waiting outside the main doors, the school only let them inside before the first bell if it was raining or snowing. She found her small group of friends, Amanda, Holly, and Lilly, waiting in the shade of one of the large pine trees. The spotted her as well and waved her over. “Where were you?” Lilly pouted at her, Lilly only lived a few houses down from her. “First you blow us off after school and then you don’t walk to school with us, very not cool Ange.”
Angela smiled; “Sorry girls, I felt really crappy last night,” She looked around. She was still noticing breasts; Lilly was the most developed with a solid B cup, Holly had an A cup and Amanda wore an A cup even though she probably only needed a training bra. Even though she still had them on her mind she felt in control of this new desire. “But I’m feeling much better now.”
Her friends all agreed that it was a good thing. They didn’t have much time to talk because after only a few minutes the bell rang. They now had 15 minutes to go to their lockers and get to homeroom. As they walked in a cluster to the door Angela felt something that sent a chill up her spine, a vibration from her front pocket. She froze in place and her friends, noticing her odd behavior stopped with her. She found her hand moving against her will and she drew out her iPhone. Her mind raced, she was sure she had left it at home, had she grabbed it without noticing? “You brought your iPhone to school?” Amanda was a stickler for the rules. “You know you can’t have it in class and it’s not safe in your locker.”
Angela wanted to say something but she couldn’t. The phone indicated she had a text message and she found herself opening it up despite every fiber of her being straining to stop herself. “Oooh a text message!” Holly had always been nosey. “Who’s it from? What does it say?” Angela’s world seemed to be moving in slow motion, she wanted to throw the phone away, scream at her friends not to look, to do something other than open the window and display a text message from no apparent sender. It was written in shifting rainbow letters in a black text bubble. She wanted to close her eyes but all she could do was read the one word written there.
“Why did someone text you the word ‘cock’?” Holly asked. Amanda and Lilly came to look over her shoulder, reading the text themselves. “That’s so immature,” Lilly commented. “Its gross,” replied Amanda. But none of them moved. Four pairs of eyes were locked on the word displayed on her screen. After what seemed like an hour but was actually more like five minutes the girls were shaken out of their stupor by the voice of one of the teachers, “You girls better get into class.”
Angela slid the phone back into her pocket as her friends shook their heads and moved towards the doors to school. She wanted to run back home before the text took effect, as she had no doubt it would. But at the same time she didn’t want to abandon her three best friends. Who knew what would happen if they became as… obsessed as she had been yesterday. “Well shit.” She muttered to herself as she stepped into school.