The Twitter Account
Part III — Bimbos
As Amber McPhee strode the halls of her school, she couldn’t help but feel good about everything that happened.
Tiffany was right about one thing. In the aftermath of what she’d done, it wasn’t long before Daphne had lost her captaincy of the cheerleading team and just as Tiffany had also predicted, it was Tiffany, Amber and Terri who were the logical choices to take Daphne’s place.
And then Amber had used the twitter account. It might have seemed mean what she’d done but she didn’t care. She wasn’t even sure why she had the antipathy that she had towards her English teacher but the truth was she didn’t care about that either. All she cared about was that her English teacher was now a twit. Rumor was that Ms. Costanza was letting the janitor bang her every night after school and that she loved to have him spank her but that was just a rumor.
But then things had gotten even better. Tiffany had used the twitter account to get rid of Daphne and Amber had used it to get rid of Ms. Costanza but Terri had yet to use it. She’d always seemed cool to the idea of using it and had even said using it was mean but when it came her time to use it, she hadn’t wasted her turn.
Amber couldn’t help but giggle just a bit at that.
Tiffany had been so pissed when Terri had used the account on her but once it was done, there was no taking it back and in no time at all, Tiffany had been reduced to nothing more than a loud-mouthed twit that you could hear halfway across the campus. Her voice was so shrill and she seemed to have no ability to keep that voice down and Terri had been right. In the wake of that transformation, Tiffany’d been eliminated from consideration as the new captain of the cheerleaders.
In the end, that captaincy had fallen to Amber and for the moment at least, Amber had been concerned about her friend. Terri had used the twitter account to get rid of their rival but how would she feel now that it was Amber and not her who was now the captain of the cheerleaders.
“I feel fine about it,” Terri had said when Amber asked her.
“Are you sure? I thought you wanted it, too.”
“I did and I do,” Terri said, “and if they’d picked anyone else but you or me, I would have been pissed but I always knew there was a chance that you’d get it and not me and I’m okay with that.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Besides, you have to do stuff that I don’t have to do.”
“Like what?”
“Like you have to be the role model. You have to be the one that everyone else looks up to and when there’s assignments to be handed out, you have to make the assignments and you’re the one who’s going to take the blame for it if they go wrong. Me, I’m still just one of the girls.”
“Well, you’re not exactly that. I did make you my second in command.”
“Yeah, but I’m still just one of the girls.”
“Yeah, but you’d tell me if anyone came to you with any complaints, wouldn’t you?”
“Sure.”
Had her friend answered just a little too quickly, Amber had wondered at the time but then Terri had put a hand on her arm.
“Listen,” she’d said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about from me. You know that, don’t you?”
And Amber did know that. Her friend was still her friend but it was kind of cool being who she was. Everyone wanted to be her and that was just so hot.
Amber stopped at her locker and she could feel the eyes on her and that was so hot. She pretended that no one was looking when she knew everyone was.
She unlocked her locker and she put took out her bag and she closed the locker.
She wasn’t wearing her cheerleaders uniform. It would have been nice if she had been because she would have gotten even more stares that way but they were only allowed to wear the uniforms on game days and rally days or at practice. Still, the brunette looked plenty hot in her jeans and her sleeveless top.
Gillian Tramont sauntered up to her. “Hey, Amber,” she said. “I like the new look.”
Gillian wasn’t a cheerleader but her dad had tons of money and he apparently liked to throw a good chunk of it his daughter’s way. That gave her status even if she wasn’t a cheerleader. The coolest parties were always at Gillian’s house and she would have been so easy to hate if it weren’t for the fact that she was insufferably nice. “New look?” Amber asked.
“Yeah, the hair.”
“What about it?”
“You got it highlighted, right? I like it. It looks good.”
“Thanks,” Amber said although she wasn’t sure what she was thanking Gillian for. She hadn’t done anything to her hair.
“Gotta go,” Gillian said. “See you around, okay?”
Amber nodded as the other girl walked off. She still had no idea what Gillian was talking about. Probably just a trick of the light but she’d have to check it out just in case.
But for now, she had a class to go to and even if there was a trick of the light, she was sure she looked good because she always looked good.
She wasn’t sure what it was but there was just something about Mr. Wilhelm’s history class. She usually found the class interesting even if the topic wasn’t because Mr. Wilhelm made it interesting but this day for some reason, this day it wasn’t working. Well, anyone could have a bad day, Amber told herself and apparently, Mr. Wilhelm was having a bad day.
The cheerleader shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Stop fidgeting, she told herself.
Yeah, but it was so hard, she answered back. This stuff was just so boring and for some reason, Mr. Wilhelm just wasn’t on top of his game. Well fine, she told herself. She’d sit here and listen even if her teacher was boring her to death.
She looked at the clock. God, could it only be. Only twenty minutes gone. It felt longer than that but more importantly, it meant there was still another thirty minutes left to go. Amber groaned to herself. She wasn’t sure she could take another thirty minutes of this.
But take it she did if for no other reason than she had no choice to sit there and take it but when her class was over, she couldn’t wait to get out of there.
And there was something else as well. The last ten minutes of the class, she’d been feeling rather uncomfortable. It was almost as if ... it was almost as if her clothes were too tight.
She had another class coming up and she knew she should be making her way to her locker but the truth was she had to see something first. The truth was she had to get to the bathroom.
It was her clothes really. It was her clothes that had led her to the bathroom. It was her clothes that just felt so tight but when she got there, something else got her attention. She stared at herself in the mirror. “No way,” she gasped.
Amber took a double take when she looked in the mirror. It was her hair. It was just like Gillian Tramont had said. Her normally brown hair had streaks of blond highlights in it. How the hell had that happened?
Almost as soon as that question posed itself in her mind, Amber knew the answer.
No, it couldn’t be.
Tiffany had said you could only twit one person at a time and she’d said that while the effects weren’t permanent, they lasted for like three months and it had been ...
Oh God. It had been like three months since Tiffany had twitted Daphne.
Oh God, no. It couldn’t be. She had to find Tiffany. She had to find her now.
But first, there was something else. Her clothes were so uncomfortable. She needed ...
Without even thinking about what she was doing, she pulled her top up.
She just stared at herself in the mirror. Oh my God. Her breasts. They were so big! It was no wonder that her clothes hurt her. Her bra was incredibly small and now that she could see what was going on, it made sense. She could see where her bra was pressing into her flesh.
She had to get it off of her before it was too late.
But that was easier said than done. As tightly pulled as the bra was, there was no slack to get the darned thing open and the more she fumbled with it, the more helpless it seemed. Oh my God, Amber thought. Oh my God. I have to get it off of me before it’s too late.
But wanting wasn’t getting and her fingers still couldn’t seem to get the job done.
She finally managed to get her arms out of the straps and then she was able to get her now supersized tits out of the garment and from there, she was able to finally push her bra down around her slim waist and from there, she was finally able to get it off.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she stared balefully at the garment, She didn’t even know why she’d put the darned thing on. Her girls really didn’t like to be caged up like that.
Wait, no! That’s not right, Amber told herself. That was the twitter account talking and since when had she taken to calling her breasts “her girls.”
Amber cupped her hands under her overflowing breasts. But why shouldn’t she name them, she told herself. It wasn’t like she had those little, tiny things that some girls liked to call breasts. Hers were substantial. Hers were so big that they deserved to have a name and calling them “the girls” just felt so right.
No. That was just the Twitter Account thingy talking. Oh my God, Amber told herself, Tiffany was so going to get it when Amber finally got her hands on her.
But that wasn’t going to happen right away because even as she turned to leave the bathroom, Amber realized that she still had a problem.
She’d been so intent on getting her bra off that she hadn’t realized that her bra wasn’t the only article of clothing that was getting tight on her but now that she had time to think about it, she knew. It was her jeans. They were just so tight.
She ran her hands over the jeans and she could see almost immediately what the problem was. Her hips felt bigger and her butt felt fuller. Not too full but full enough to fill her jeans and now that she was thinking about it, it was almost as if she could feel her panties cutting into her wet pussy and oh fuck, that felt so good.
No, she told herself. No. That was wrong. She had to fight it but there was a part of her that didn’t want to fight it.
Oh, that Tiffany, Amber promised herself. She was so going to get it when Amber finally got her hands on the girl and with that, she stomped out of the bathroom.
By that time though, the next period had started and Amber found herself in a bit of a quandary. If she went to class, she’d be late and if she was late, she’d get in trouble but if she didn’t go to class, then she’d get in trouble later for cutting class. So which should she do. Should she go to class and get in trouble now or should she wait until later and just why the heck couldn’t she seem to make up her mind.
“Can I help you?”
Amber whirled to find Charlie, the school janitor looking at her. “I was just deciding if I should go to class,” she said.
“A bit late for that,” the man said. “Classes have already started.”
“I know. That’s the problem.”
Charlie was looking her up and down. “What’s your name?” he asked.
My name, Amber thought. He knows my name but then she thought could it really be that he didn’t recognize her.
“Come on,” the man said. “What’s your name?”
Make something up, Amber told herself. That way you won’t get in trouble but when she kept trying to come up with another name, all she could think of was her name. Why was it so hard, she thought.
“Come on. I haven’t got all day,” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“A-amy,” the now blond teen stammered and then she cursed herself for saying it. God, that sounds so close to my old name. He’s going to know who I am right away and then I’m so going to be in trouble.
Charlie was looking her up and down now. “Well, Amy, I think it’s too late to go to class now. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Amber hadn’t thought that it was too late to go back to class but when Charlie put it that way, it just sounded so right. Maybe it was too late to go back to class and besides, it was nice when other people, especially men, did the thinking for her because she didn’t like to think.
No wait. That was wrong.
But it wasn’t wrong. It was right. It was so right. “I guess,” she said.
Charlie grinned a little broader almost as if he hadn’t expected the girl to actually agree with him. “You guess what, Amy?”
“I guess you’re right. I guess it’s too late to go to class.”
“Maybe you should come with me then.”
“Go with you? Go with you where?”
“You can come with me to the gardeners shed.”
“Oh. What would we do there?” Amber couldn’t help but chastise herself. God, she sounded so stupid when she talked that way but she just couldn’t seem to keep from saying stupid things.
Once more, Charlie was staring at Amber’s prodigious breasts and Amber realized her nipples were now visible through her tight top. “I’m sure we can find something to do to pass the time, but come on, we better go now before one of the school administrators finds you out of class and sends you to the office.”
Amber had to admit that did sound logical. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll go with you.”
Charlie led the girl out toward the football field and then out beyond it, to a shed on the far side of the field. He looked around once before he unlocked the door and then he opened it up. “Get inside there,” he said.
Amber scurried inside the shed.
Charlie quickly entered after her and then he closed the door behind her. “You know, I like to watch all the girls in school but you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here. Are you new?”
Amber shook her head. “I’m not new,” she said although in a way, she thought that she was.
“Funny that I haven’t seen you before, but you know what I really like?”
“What?”
“I like teen girls with big tits but I got to tell you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any tits as big as yours.”
She wasn’t supposed to like this, Amber told herself but she did. “Really,” she gushed. “You really like my tits?”
“Yeah. I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’d let me see them.”
“I really shouldn’t.”
“And yet here I am. I’m the one who bailed you out of your jam. You didn’t want to be caught out there after classes had started and now you won’t be. I think you owe me something for that.”
He did have a point there, the blond had to admit.
“Come on. How about just a little peak.”
“Well maybe just a little peak,” Amber agreed and with that, she lifted up her top to show the man her girls.
“You’re not wearing a bra,” the man observed.
“Nuh uh. I took it off.”
“And why did you do that?”
“Because it was too tight.”
“Was it now?”
Amber nodded. She knew this was wrong but at the same time as she knew it was wrong, she also knew she liked showing off her tits, too.
“Would you mind if I touched your tits?” the man asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I am helping you,” he reminded her.
He was right about that, Amber had to admit. He was helping her so he had to be a good guy and if he was a good guy, then it had to be okay if he wanted to touch her tits. “I guess it would be okay,” she said.
The gardener’s face lit up just a little. “Really,” he said. “Well all right then,” he said as his hands moved in around Amber’s tits. “Oh my, these are very nice. What’d you call them again?”
“The girls.”
“The girls. That’s a very clever name. You know, I think I’d like to kiss the girls. What do you say to that?”
Amber shrugged. “I guess it would be okay.”
“It would?” the man said and then his tone changed again. “I mean, yes it would. I think I’ll slide in here just like this and kiss the girls.”
Mmm, Amber thought. Mmm. She really did like that, and it wasn’t just the way he was kissing the girls but now his hands were sliding around her slim, little waist and she could feel his hands on her ass.
“I think maybe we need to get you out of those jeans,” Charlie said. “What do you say to that?”
“I don’t know,” the teen said.
“Wasn’t I nice to the girls?” Charlie asked.
“Well yes.”
“So doesn’t that mean I’m a nice guy?”
“I guess.”
“You guess what?”
“I guess you’re a nice guy.”
“So that means you should let me inside your jeans.”
Still, Amber hesitated. There was still something wrong with that.
“Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I’m figuring after everything I’ve done for you so far, I’m figuring you’d want to do something for me in return but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe you’re just not that nice a person.”
“I’m a nice person.”
“Then prove it.”
Amber wasn’t sure how letting Charlie take her jeans off was supposed to prove that she was a nice person but if that was what it took, she was ready to do it and besides, her jeans were really tight and she really did want to get them off. “Okay,” she said.
“Okay?”
“Okay. You can take off my jeans but I want you to take back what you said before. I want you to say I’m a nice person.”
“By all means,” Charlie said. “You’re a very nice person.”
“Okay. You can take my jeans off then.”
“I can, can I?”
Though she couldn’t see it, Amber’s hair had become even more blond as the two of them had spoken so that it was clear what she now was. She was a girl with blond hair with only a few streaks of brown in an otherwise flawless golden mane but that wasn’t important right now. What was important was that Charlie was going to help her out of her jeans. She nodded to the man. “You can take my jeans off,” she said.
The man ran his hands over her wide hips. “They’re very tight, you know. How ever do you manage to get into them?”
Amber shook her head. She was sure she must have done it before because she was wearing them now but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember pulling them up her hips.
“They’re really too tight,” the man said, “but never fear, I think we can take care of that.”
What was he doing, Amber wondered but that’s when she realized he had a pair of clippers out. What was he going to do with those, she wondered.
She didn’t have long to wait because he was cutting his way up her legs and then she could feel the cold of the metal as it pressed against her thighs and then he was moving higher still and as he did, Amber could feel the pressure on her wide thighs beginning to ease and then the man repeated the process with the other leg.
“How’s that?” he asked when he was done. “Better?”
The girl nodded.
“Now let’s see if we can get those jeans off of you.”
The girl nodded again and this time, it was easy to unbutton the jeans around her slim waist and slide them down past her hips.
She could feel her panties now and just as she’d thought, they were up between her cheeks and pressed tight against her lips.
“How about we take these off, too,” Charlie suggested.
There was supposed to be something wrong with that but for the life of her, Amber couldn’t remember what it was and besides, Charlie was a nice person so Amber nodded.
But Amber didn’t have long to think about that because in the next few moments, Charlie was sliding her panties down her legs. “You have a beautiful body,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“Tell me, Amy. Have you ever been with a boy before?”
“My name’s not Amy.”
“What?”
“I said my name ... it’s not Amy.”
“But I thought you said it was.”
Oh yeah. That’s right. She had said that but she couldn’t remember why.
“So if you’re name’s not Amy, what is it then?”
“Amber.”
It was almost like there was a rolodex scrolling through Charlie’s mind until he came up with a match for the name. “Wait a minute. You mean like the head cheerleader? That Amber?”
Amber nodded.
He looked her up and down once again. “Whoa,” he said. “You’ve changed.”
“Is it okay?”
“Hell yeah, it’s okay. I like it in fact.”
“Good.”
“So tell me, Amber, have you ever been with a man before?”
“Been with a man?”
“You know ... sexually.”
“I’ve been with some of the boys in school if that’s what you mean.”
“But that’s just boys. That’s not like being with a real man.”
“Oh.”
“Would you like to?”
“Would I like to what?”
“Would you like to be with a real man.”
“I, um, I guess.”
“If that’s what you want, then you should kneel.”
“Why?” the cheerleader asked suspiciously.
“Because that’s what a real girl would do if she were with a real man.”
“Oh.”
“But of course if you don’t want to do it, I totally understand. It’s not every girl that can handle a real man so if you don’t want to do it—”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to do it.”
Amber knelt. She still wasn’t sure why but he was confusing her somehow. She wasn’t sure how he was doing that either.
“Now look at what we have here.”
Amber was looking. The man had his cock out. Somehow, that wasn’t a surprise even to Amber that the man had his cock out.
“Now, open wide.”
Amber opened wide and she wasn’t all that surprised when Charlie stuck his cock in her mouth.
“Mmm. Tastes good, doesn’t it? Now you just go ahead and suck on that like a good, little girl.”
Whatever Amber might have said was lost in the gurgled mumblings as Amber’s mouth continued to take Charlie’s cock.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “Fuck. That’s just so fucking good.”
And to Amber’s surprise, she was actually starting to get into this. Her hand reached down and she let her fingers play between her legs. This was definitely a whole lot better than sitting in some stupid classroom, the girl told herself.
“I’ll bet I know what you want,” the man said.
“What?” the girl asked suspiciously.
“I’ll bet you’d like to introduce my cock to your girls.”
“What?”
“That’s what a real woman would do if she had tits as big as yours. She’d want to get a guy to fuck her tits but I keep forgetting. You’re not really a woman, are you? You’re really still just a silly schoolgirl.”
“I am not..”
“There, there,” the man said. “Don’t you worry about it. I probably was expecting too much from you anyway. For a moment there though, I thought you were a real woman.”
“I am a real woman.”
“Yeah sure.”
“I am,” Amber said with a pout.”
“Uh huh.”
“I am. Hey, Mister.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you stick my cock between my girls?”
“Well now, I don’t know—”
“What’s the matter?” the teen taunted him. “I thought you were a real man.”
“Well now, when you put it that way—”
“When I put it that way what?”
“When you put it that way, I think you better push your tits together.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because I’m going to fuck your tits.”
“Oh goody,” the girl purred and then she just started to moan as she watched the man fuck her tits. She liked this, she told herself. She liked it when men fucked her tits.
The man was groaning, too. “God damn,” he moaned. “This is just too good. This is just so fucking good.”
Amber couldn’t agree more.
“Fuck,” the man groaned. “You know what I want?”
“What?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“What?”
“I want to fuck you. God damn. Lean back. Oh geez. I want to fuck you.”
Amber wasn’t sure she wanted to lean back. Amber wasn’t sure she wanted to get fucked but that’s when she realized she was doing exactly what the man was telling her to do.
“Spread your legs,” the man told her and again, Amber found herself doing just what the man told her to do.
“What do you want me to do?” the man asked.
The girl knew what she was going to say even before she said it. “I want you to fuck me.”
The man wedged his cock up against her tight, little pussy and she moaned as he squeezed his way into her. “Tell me again what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
The man pushed his cock a little deeper into that tight, little pussy but it was clear that even as tight as she was, his cock was still working its way inside her.
Amber fondled the girls as she looked down at what the man was doing. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. Fuck me.”
She was still tight but at least he had his cock inside her. Charlie moaned as he fucked. God damn. She really was just so fucking tight.
Amber was moaning almost continuously now. In the back of her mind, there was still a part of her that knew what was about to happen but she knew she was powerless to stop it. Charlie’s cock was just that good.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. “Oh yeah.”
Even knowing what she knew, it was still a surprise when it happened but Charlie was cumming in her pussy. Oh yeah, the girl thought. Oh yeah. That felt really, fucking good.
Amber’s parents were pissed when she finally came home. What had happened to her, they wanted to know. Where had she been, and most importantly, who had she been with but Amber seemed incapable of answering. It wasn’t like she didn’t want to tell them, the girl told herself. It was just that she kept forgetting or she’d get distracted or she’d want to play with the girls and it seemed like her parents didn’t like it when she did that. She wondered why that was. She wondered why it was that they didn’t like it when she did that.
As upset as her parents might have been, they weren’t getting any answers. They held her out of school for a full week but when it became clear that they weren’t going to get any answers and when the doctors assured her parents that she was fine, her parents decided they had no other recourse but to send her back to school.
Her intelligence was gone but Amber didn’t care. She knew she was stupid but she liked being this way and besides, it was better to let people tell her what to do. Especially boys. She loved it when boys told her what to do because they almost always wanted to do the same thing with her and she loved doing what they wanted her to do.
Amber might have been happy with who she now was but there was one person who was even more ticked off than her parents. She’d just seen her friend be turned into a bimbo and Terri was sure she knew who’d done it. Now all she had to do was find a way to counteract it.