The Leprechaun’s Return: English Class

Unending BE - episode 843757

Jean arrived to school and went to her locker. Jewels quietly approached her, “So did you decide on the chocolate?”

“No, you ready to AP Lit.” trying to change the subject.
Jewels knew not the reenter the subject. “I think Birdie can wait. I do my work so Mrs. Salmon can lick my taint.” Jean held her books under her arm closing her later and walked with Jewel.

“You’re going to a blast today.” Jewel took Jean’s arm and walked down the hall. Walking the walk Jean tall and Jewel’s to short they had a nick name known around school as the JJ’s. It was a harms name that didn’t bother either of them, it just made them feel closer to each other.

They were the last to arrive in class forcing them to sit a part from each other. Jean kept her head down in her book and write new lyrics for the band as Mrs. Salmon when on yammered on and on about the greatness of Hemingway. When a sudden weight fell forward from her chest, tightness in her bra cups and ran towards her back. Jean looked down to see her pink striped cotton t-shirt tighten up top and a larger canyon which is not her cleavage. It was amazing to her how fast the changes were happened. She knew she needed to a low profile, the less she reacted more likely no one will notice.

“Ow, my back,” Jean screamed and hunches forward. “Mrs. Salmon, can I go to the nurses office, this really hurts.” Jean collected her books and put it into her book bag.
“Sure Jean,” Mrs. Salmon trusted her, Jean was a hard working student and wasn’t know for ditching class. “Do you need help getting there?”
“Oh no, I can do it on my own.” Jean walks up past the front of class with one arm holding her back leaning forward. She could not believe that her lye worked. As they door closed behind her she jolted towards the nearest bathroom, which was around the corner. As Jean stood in an upright position the weight of her chest felt like she was holding up 2 gallon jugs of milk with her chest.
Jean entered the bathroom looking to make sure no one else was there and then entered the handicap stall and sat on the toilet. She took of her shirt and bra off expecting the leprechaun to pull something like this. She held her hands over her nipples the cold bathroom hair was making the hard and uncomfortable. As she held them in her hands, memories of being a young boy and dreaming of touching large breast would have made him cream his pants. In her palm she felt the breast flesh swell like a water balloon. Her hands were starting to rest in her lap. Jean looked down to see an unbelievable size in front of her. She could see her legs any more. She was thankfully for taking off her bra and shirt.
She thought to herself, how proud she was for not freaking out about this. She kept thinking to herself ‘the leprechaun needs me and this would be only temporary’. It was getting colder in the bathroom. She placed her t-shirt on top of her breasts to keep them warm, but it barely covered did anything. The weight was getting too heavy. It was getting harder and harder to sit up right. She felt as though her breast were pulling her to the floor. They were growing too fast. Jean could wrap her arms around them anymore. The breast felt as though they weighed 500 pounds each. Large blue veins were starting to look like river. Sitting up-right wasn’t going last any longer, but she knew if she was going to fall then she better slowly get to her knee and lay on her side.
Jean inched her thighs to the edge of the seat and leaned to the floor and let gravity did its job. It was hard to breathe as she rested on top of her breast like resting on two large rubber balls. Her shirt fell on to the floor. She tried reaching for it, but ended up with her face on the floor.
“Okay you had your fun Leprechaun. This isn’t funny, or has is ever been funny.” She wanted to scream for help was out of the question she didn’t want any attention drawn to herself.
Then the door opened. The footsteps echo threw the tiled floor. Jean could not see who entered. The foot sets entered the stall next to her. Then a silence filled the room. Jean moved her head around searching for the person.
A head pop from under the door. “Did you call little girl?” the leprechaun said laughing at her. “I am really impressed. You politely walked out of class on knew what was going on under that shirt.” He grabbed her fallen shirt.
“Can you fix this?”
The leprechaun crawled under the door. “Oh sweetie, you don’t get it do you? I wanted to make sure you understand the weight of the situation at hand. All I’m going to is show you the benefit of both sexes.” He helped to more comfortable position. “May I say one thing about your condition?”
“What?” Jean asked exhaustively.
“I thought this would be sex, and I was totally wrong on this one. You know what I’ll put you back now because I just can’t look at you like this. I never thought I would ever say this.”
The weight off Jeans chest lifted quickly. She starts taking deep breaths. “Wow, thank my back still hurt. Look Shortie, just back off. The more you smother me the harder it is for me.”
“Okay, Lassy I’ll see you later.”
Like that he was gone again.

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Patty O'Patches

Sun Jan 22 02:34:28 2012

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