This is a "side story" that may have actually turned out longer. It's about a teacher who was only mentioned briefly in the background of original story.


The Pep Rally

Mr. William Rhodes was semi-famous in his town. He was the last male high school teacher in the school disrict. Hardly a day passed without this fact coming up in one way or another. It happened again as William made his way to the pep rally. He had become the default organizer of the male students. The gymnasium was quickly filling up and becoming noisy. The principal, Ms. Armstrong, had decided to keep the boys together in the bottom three rows of the stands. William was standing in front of the bleachers yelling to some boys, but over the rising commotion of boisterous girls he was unable to get their attention. To get closer, he stepped into an aisle but was immediately slammed to the ground.

There was a rumble of laughter from nearby, but large hands quickly encompassed his ribs and lifted him to his feet. "Excuse me Mr. Rhodes. I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." A towering female student said.

"Are you okay William?" The principal, Ms. Armstrong asked as she rushed over. She had a worried look . She stooped way down to wipe dust from his knees for him. She stood up and held him by his shoulders as if she were keeping him steady. "Why don't you just sit in the boy's section. I'll have Mrs. Tyson get the rest of the boys together."

"I can do it." Mr. Rhodes said.

'"I know you can, this will just be easier for everyone." She answered. Her hands were gently but irresistibly guiding him toward a seat. He knew she didn't even realize she was pushing him. It was not the first time she'd done it to him, and in the past when he'd pointed it out, she had been apologetic. Her powerful voice boomed over his head to get Mrs. Tyson's attention as her hand on his shoulder continued guide him toward a seat. He sat but stayed near the edge of the bleacher in case he was needed. The male student body only made up one quarter of the student population these days. They only took up about ten percent of the stands.

Mrs. Tyson, the newest teacher in the school, took over his assignment. She had no trouble getting the boys attention. Her voice wasn't the loudest in the gym, but every red blooded boy's ears were tuned to it. She had the voice of an angel, the face of a model, and curves that defied logic. William was always a professional, but even he struggled to keep focused when she was in the room. She had the beauty and charisma to be doing nearly anything she wanted, but she was a deeply religious young woman with a passion for molding young minds.

As soon as the Football coach, Coach Higgins, stepped into the center court the crowd erupted. If you took an old fashioned stereotype of a tough high school football coach, but multiplied that toughness by 10 and made that coach a woman, then you had Coach Higgins. As always, she was decked out in her khaki shorts and polo shirt, which somehow were just able to stretch around her permenantly pumped arms and legs. Her short cropped hair was hidden under he cap, which only served to emphasize the thick chords in her neck and the huge vein which swelled to the surface when she began yelling. She glanced down at a clipboard briefly before looking back up. "Are we ready to face the Fighting Beavers tonight!?" With Coach's powerful lungs, she didn't need a microphone.

"Yeah!" The crowd exploded in return. To Mr. Rhodes, their voices felt like an avalanche rolling over him. They stomped on the bleacher floors, creating a thunder effect, and rattling William's teeth.

"Are you ready to meet your Cougar cheerleaders?!"

"Yeah!"

Mrs. Lambert, a teacher in her mid fifties, jogged onto the floor and waved toward the tunnel. This was the first year that the school had an all boy cheerleading squad for football. Mrs. Lambert has been the cheerleading coach for 10 years. Knowing that she would have an all boy squad, she got the school to order all new uniforms. She let the girls from the football team vote on the final design. "When our Cougars take the field this Friday night they will be cheered on by a dedicated bunch of boys we lovingly call our Cougar Cubs. Lets here it for our brand new cheer leaders!" When the boys ran out of the tunnel unveiling new cheerleading uniforms, the gymnasium exploded with girls cheering at them. The boys looked visibly shaken as they stood in a line, looking at the stands full of wildly hollering teenaged girls. A few of them remembered that they were supposed to twirl to show off their new uniforms. Cat calls rang out from all over the gym.

Mr. Rhodes looked around at the other 60 or so boys not on the squad. They were clapping politely, but they were stiff. 

Mr. Rhodes thought it was a prank when he had first seen the uniforms a few days before. They were wearing what appeared to be tights, and what he would learn were kilts. To Mr. Rhodes, they were just the same as skirts but with a big buckle on the front.

Mrs. Lambert had a knack for commanding attention, and she huddled the stunned boys back together. They launched into a synchronized routine for the crowd, including pom-poms. The gym rafters shook from the student body who kept the beat.

When the cheerleaders exited to the front row of bleachers, Mrs. Tyson was there to guide them toward their seats. "You boys all look so cute!" She giggled. She patted each boy on the head softly as they passed. The boys nearly melted under her attention despite everything. 


Back in class, Mr. Rhode's 10th grade English class most of the girls had already crowded by the door and were gossiping. He had asked them to start working on their next assignment, but he was decided to let it go today. He was feeling really worn down lately. He only had one more class left to teach for the day and he wanted to save his energy. When the bell rang, the girls flooded out into the hall. Most their heads were just inches below the threshold of the of the door. As soon as the last young woman cleared the room, a group of 7 boys, who had been waiting in the hallway filed into the room. The 12th grade boys took their habitual seats in the row of smaller desks reserved for male students. Boys were always sent to the next class 5 minutes early. Once the halls filled with boisterous teen amazons, boys tended to get swept up in the crowd. Mr. Rhodes got up and walked to the group of seated boys.

“Hello gentlemen.” He said brightly.

“Hello Mr. Rhodes.” They responded in chorus. The teacher knew that he was somewhat of role model and probably even a bit of a hero to many of the boys now that he was the last male teacher in the high school.

"Did everyone get your booster shot today?" He asked. "It's very important."

"Yeah we all got it in second period this morning. It really burned." One of the boys answered. 

"It's necessary to make sure we irradiate this virus." Mr. Rhodes reminded. 

"Thats what they tell us. But my dad believes its a government conspiracy. He says feminists are modifying our genes to make males more useful to females."

"Yeah right. Like how would that be?" Another boy said. 

"Make us easier to control so we will make better house slaves." The boy said. 

“Alright, enough paranoia for now." Mr. Rhodes said. "Are your papers all complete?”

One boy name Paul sighed and said, “Are you really going to make us read our papers in front of the class?"

“Yes, its good practice for public speaking. And everyone will have to do it.”

“But, you know how the girls will act.”

“Don’t worry about the girls. I’ll handle them.” He said confidently. The teacher saw the boys’ eyes dart toward the door and the teacher turned his head. A girl named Courtney was sauntering into the room with a sly grin on her face.

“That's right boys. Mr. Rhodes knows how to handle us girls.” She dropped heavily into her seat and threw her feet up on another desk. Mr. Rhodes ignored her and walked back to the front of the room. Over the next few minutes about 30 young ladies filtered in. The girls ranged from slim and fit to thick and powerfully built. All were extremely athletic of course. One girl walked by him, her hips swaying with each long stride. Her large round rump was barely covered by her tiny skirt. Mr. Rhodes was sure 95% of the outfits female students wore these days would have been banned four years ago. But things were so very different now. There were no concerns over unwanted advances from guys anymore. And although the excuses of growth spurts for such tight clothes were pretty transparent, these girls did go through startling spurts at times.

Growing taller and stronger were obsessions with most girls in high school now days. For many it had become a competition. Girls were constantly tracking and comparing measurements between each other. Mr. Rhodes knew how distracting and intimidating all of these developments were to the young men. 

The vast majority of girls of course meant no harm to the boys. In fact, many of them were very sweet to the them, if not overly courteous even. In many ways, the female students were your typical teens - raging hormones and rollercoaster emotions. 

But these days had a disposition towards boys that was much more agressive than anything he had ever encountered when he was teen. In his high school days, girls played coy, and acted embarrassed when a boy was too direct. Now girls tended to talk to boys first. Boys were the ones who walked in small clusters, and giggled nervously when a girl noticed them. 

William tried to instill self reliance as priorities with the boys, but more and more they seemed obsessed with what the girls might think. And often that meant playing a supporting role. 

It was difficult to find a girl who considered the boys in her class as peers. Beyond the obvious physical differences, there was the famous study which proved that females have devloped a significant improvement in short term memory. They can simply retain and recall more bits of information at one time. It certainly is an advantage for absorbing new concepts. Mr. Rhodes himself had explained to many girls in his classes, often in self defense, that it didn't change the male potential for providing positive and meaningful contributions to the world. But more and more the attitudes of the female students ranged from concealed dismissal of the boys as academic equals, to outright disdain from some for having to share the classroom with them. It wasn't only the students anymore for that matter. He knew many, if not all other teachers gave the boys different assignments and tests than the girls. In fact, he had seen his student Paul's math test recently. It would have been considered a middle school level exam in his school days. When he asked the teacher if she thought she was challenging the boys enough, she barely took enough time between sips of her coffee to say "Of course. I don't want them to loose confidence and drop out all together do I?" As she walked away, he knew she was using his own words against him. He had seen boys drop out at alarming rates and he had decried the issue every chance he'd gotten.

The few remaining boys were in their own ways celebrities among the females in the class. Mr. Rhodes could mentally bucket just about all of the female students into three dispositions toward the boys in their classes. The first bucket he called the 'Mother Hens'. They clearly felt a nearly maternal need to look after the boys. These girls were always concerned with what a boy was wearing, where he was going, what he was eating, and so on. They were never short of advice, and it was always critical to them that the boys take their advice. The second bucket he called the 'Shock Jocks'. They just seemed to get endless amusement from provoking an emotional reactions from a boy. Whether it be embarrassment, awe, surprise, lust, or even intimidation. They were always teasing, flirting, or showing off in front of the boys. Then there was the last bucket. They were thankfully in the minority. He called them the 'The Wardens'. They saw themselves as unofficial enforcers of the way boys should behave. Unlike the ‘Mother Hens’, it was much less about the protecting the weaker and more fragile. Instead it was about redefining the roles of the weaker and less capable males to better serve the superior females. It was strictly enforced school policy that no males should be bodily lifted on school campus or physically forced to do anything against their will (except by teachers in case of emergency). But that did little to reduce the intimidation that they caused. Teachers couldn’t be everywhere at all times, or police what happened off of school grounds. The ‘Wardens’ were the girls that Mr. Rhodes knew none of the boys wanted to cross. Mr. Rhodes nicknamed these girls the ‘Wardens’ because they made classroom feel like a prison yard at times.

Mr. Rhodes took a deep breath and got himself ready to start the final class for the day. Why was he always so worn down these days? The girls were having several conversations and laughing loudly as they made their way to their seats. The bell rang again and the girls slowly settled down.

Mr. Rhodes silently voiced his daily affirmations before standing and addressing the class. He tried not to settle his eyes on the faces of his so-called ‘Wardens’ or ‘Shock Jocks’ while he spoke because he knew they would break his concentration. He called the first girl, Denise, up to read her paper, and took a seat at his desk.

With 5 minutes left for the class Mr. Rhodes excused the boys, and the girls began to socialize. Mr. Rhodes told the rest of the class to begin reading the next chapter of their text books but wasn’t surprised when the class seemed not to hear him. He sighed and turned tiredly to erase his chalk board. He just didn’t have the energy to fight lately. A ball of paper landed on the floor between his feet. He sighed again, and kept erasing. Then he felt another bounce off his shoulder. He felt a flash of anger and spun around to confront the class, but his face slammed directly into the chest of Leslie. She had walked up closely behind him without him hearing. He literally bounced off of her chest, packed drum tight into her top. She giggled and grabbed him by his upper arms. "Oops, careful there." His heels left the ground by about an inch as she resettled him. "Are you okay?" She was smirking as she pretended to be concerned. Leslie was a perfect example of what Mr. Rhodes thought of a ‘Warden’. 

“Leslie, please step back. What can I do for you?” He said.

The girl let go of him and his weight rested back into his heels, but she didn't step back. He tried to step back himself, but the wall was right behind him. "You graded my last paper wrong Mr. Rhodes.” She said. Her eyes narrowed and bored down on him. He had given her a D, and it had been fair.

"I'm not going to change any grades." he said. He glanced up at her large face, and felt nervous. Looking down, her chest filled his field of vision. He averted his eyes to the right and swallowed the dry lump in his throat.

Leslie stepped back and picked an apple up from his desk. "You look thirsty." She said. The apple disappeared in her huge hand. She held her hand over his coffee cup, which was sitting on his desk. She cupped her other hand over the other and in a simple easy motion, she squeezed apple juice into the cup. "There you go." She said with a smile. She turned her palm up to show him the dry white pulp, completely reshaped to the contour of her fist. She dropped the apple into the garbage and watched him react. "I don't think you're being very fair. I have a game tonight, and I can't play unless you fix this." Her voice became low and even. 

"I don't change grades because its convenient. Now go sit down please." He said. He turned back around and began erasing the board again.

She leaned in close, and in a low voice near his ear she said, "Don't think I'm going to let some idiot male teacher ruin my chances to play tonight and get a way with it." He felt her breath across his neck and goosebumps rose almost painfully down his arms. Finally, the bell rang. Leslie backed slowly away and left.

Mr. Rhodes felt utterly disrespected and tired. He just wanted to go home and take a long bath. That was when the principle, Mrs. Armstrong walked into the empty classroom. As usual, her hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she was wearing a typical suit. Her appearance was always the definition of discipline. He thought about complaining to her about Leslie, but decided to wait until she stated why she had come to his classroom.

“Mr. Rhodes, we need to talk.” She said, her voice sounding unusually soft. Breaking from her usual formal posture, she sat down on the edge of his desk. With her legs crossed, her long modest skirt slid up enough to reveal massive hard looking calves. The conservative woman always kept her body completely covered. He realized he was staring and looked back up at her face. It wasn't that he didn't know she was a powerfully built woman, he just wasn't used to seeing it. He knew she worked hard to keep her body as strong or stronger then any of the girls in her school. Her physique was legendary among the female students, who he'd overheard talking about it many times. She worked out regularly in the school's weight room. The Principal's huge backside pushed back a couple of stacks paper on his desk, making a bit of a mess. He hated it when people sat on his desk, but with his boss's steel eyes bearing down on him he didn’t dare mention it.

“What is it Ms. Armstrong?” He asked respectfully.

“Mr. Rhodes, I've greatly admired your will and determination to stay with us and teach. I have true respect for extraordinary effort you’ve given to us. We've all given this current situation our best efforts." She sighed and took his shoulder gently in her hand. "But it is time for you to make a move to a position that more strongly fits your talents. I'm sorry, I had hoped we could wait until the end of the school year, but I think this is for the best.”


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#2 The Walk Home


Leslie was furious. She would have to miss her game because of the grade she got from that stupid English teacher. She threw her books into her locker and slammed it. Turning to her best friend Courtney, she said, “That arrogant little twerp thinks he’s qualified to teach that class? What a joke. Its bad enough they still let him teach here. Somebody needs to put him in his place.”

“Yeah,” Courtney agreed. “Ms. Armstrong must really have a crush on him to keep him around all this time. Why doesn’t she get rid of him like the other lame guy teachers.”

“I don’t know,” Leslie said, “But I WILL get even. That little shit cost me the game tonight." The two girls strode down the hallway.

“What will you do without the principal finding out?” Courtney asked.

Leslie threw the exit doors open as she left the school, not even noticing two boys who practically dove out of her path. “I don’t know yet.” She grumbled.

Just then a voice called out behind her. “Leslie, Courtney, wait!” Jennifer ran up to her two friends. "Did you hear what happened to Mr. Rhodes? He got fired!"

“Finally!” Leslie said. “A day too late for me though.”

"He isn't protected by the school anymore." Courtney said.

"Speaking of which, isn't that him up there!" Jennifer pointed to a hunched figure walking about a block ahead of them down a quiet street.

Mr. Rhodes walked home feeling lost. His teaching job, his purpose in life had been taken from him. He hadn't been ready to give up the fight for respect. What about the boys who looked up to him? Of course if he could find a way into the elementary level he could still teach. But that was a several year waitlist at this point from the hundreds of male teachers who had preceded him. His arms ached from carrying his box of personal things. He stumbled over a small crack in the sidewalk and cursed under his breath. “Why am I so run down?”

A voice behind him startled him. "Hey Mr. Rhodes!" It was Leslie and her friend Courtney about a block behind him. He felt a surge of panic.

"Sorry to hear about your job!" Courtney called. They both laughed.

"Wait up, I still want to talk about my grade." Leslie shouted. They were still a half block away but catching up quickly. They weren’t running, but their long legs were striding very quickly. What would they do? His first instinct told him to run. Should he drop his box of things? But if he ran then they would probably run after him and catch him in no time. If he could get back to school, he would be safe. But they were between him and the doors. He was beginning to pant from the panic. The two girls were smiling at him, their jaws set in determination of whatever they had planned. Just then another girl ran past the two.

“Mr. Rhodes, wait!” It was Nora bounding toward him. "Hi Mr. Rhodes. Mind if I walk home with you?" Nora asked.

"Um, yes! That would be great!" He felt an instant wave of relief to see Nora. She held out her hands and he handed her his box of things.

“Don’t worry, they won’t follow you with me here.” Nora said. “They know I would tell Ms. Armstrong.” He looked back and saw that the two girls had stopped walking. Leslie was glaring at him with her arms crossed, but she stayed put.

“Thank you so much Nora.” He said.

"You're welcome! I don't mind one bit!" She said. Glancing over her shoulder, she continued, "You should really watch out for those girls. They really hate you." Nora informed him.

"I got that feeling." He said. Nora was a Senior at the high school as well. He had first met her four years ago, when she had transferred in the middle of her freshman year. A quiet bookworm then, the popular girls had been hard on her. She had been a heavy set girl who wore plain clothes - an easy target. Early on he had taken her under his wing. She would come to his classroom after school to do homework, and he would try to chat with her from time to time. She eventually got heavily involved in a youth group from a local church.

Then the Amazon Effect spread soon after that within the following months. For Nora the social playing field quickly leveled. Nora sprouted and filled out in the same ways as the rest of her female classmates, even taller than most. Her body transformed almost as much as her personality, going from shy with low self esteem to outgoing and confident.

When they reached his door, Nora didn't hand him his box of things, but stood there looking down at him. Rather than appearing ungrateful to her, he asked her if she would like to come in for a cup of tea. She accepted and followed him into the house.

"Cozy." Nora said. He hadn't had a woman inside since before the Amazon Effect, and right away he was struck by how small his place suddenly seemed. The towering girl's head looked very close to the 8 foot ceiling from his vantage. She set the box of things on his table, and brushed cardboard fuzz from the front of her chest. Her loose fitting shirt grew taunt over what William duly noted as a ponderous bosom. She adjusted her necklace so that the cross centered on the slope neatly. He shook his head away and focused on getting the tea prepared. 

She sat at one of his wooden kitchen chairs and it groaned. “Its been a while since I was in a house with furniture this small.” She said. She made the best of the short chair by keeping her legs together and folding them to the side. She looked like she was sitting at a child's table. When he handed her a cup of hot tea, it looked like a toy cup in her hands as well. She acted as if it were perfectly normal, taking the tiniest sip possible with her large lips.

"So, no wife or girlfriend?" She suddenly asked, as she lowered the cup from her lips. Her eyes were scanning the room, noting the obvious signs of a bachelor.

"What? Oh, no. Why do you ask?" He was startled by the personal nature of the question, but he knew she felt comfortable talking to him, and he didn't want to hurt that.

The girl shrugged, looking around. "Everything in your house is for small people. And no offense, but this place could use a woman's touch." Her thighs barely cleared the underside of the table. She shifted her legs the table actually lifted briefly. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the top. It creaked, but she didn't seem to notice.

The teacher laughed. "I just realized, you are the first full grown woman that has been in his house since before the Amazon Effect."

"Mr. Rhodes,-"

"Uh, you can call me William now. I'm not your teacher anymore." He said.

She smiled broadly, clearly enjoying the idea. "Okay, sounds good, William." Her smile faded slightly as she continued, "I'm sorry, I heard about your job." He started to talk, but she continued again. "You know, those girls Leslie and Courtney can be pretty crazy. Since you don't have anyone around to protect you, I'd like to come by after school tomorrow and make sure you are okay. You know, I think they may have it out for you."

"You don't have to do that. It's not your problem to worry about, Nora." 

"Well, its the right thing to do. You need someone who can protect you." She smiled and peeled back her loose sleeve. "I'm the leader of the Guns for God club at youth group for a reason." She bent and unbent her arm. "See what I mean?" She smirked and dropped her sleeve back. "I'm not like lots of other girls at school, I think its a sin to show off." 

He didn't know if it was the fact that they were alone at his small table, or if he was just surprised by her showing her arm, but he was taken aback. Was her arm as huge and hard as it just looked?

"You need someone to look out for you for a while." She said.

He looked into her concerned eyes and after a pause, he said, "Okay."

"Great." She smiled. "It would make me feel better. We are friends after all. Right?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Of course."

"Since we're friends, can I ask you some advice?" She said.

William felt a small swell of his old pride as a mentor. "Oh, sure Nora. What's up?"

"Well, there's this guy I kind of like." She said.

"How long have you had this crush?" He asked.

"Well, I think its more than a crush. I've felt this way for a while now. In fact it's gotten stronger recently."

William cleared his throat. "Someone from school?" He asked.

"No, he's out of school now. I mean he's in more of a home school situation now. You know."

"Oh, sure. What do you want advice with?" He answered.

"Oh, just, you know... how should I approach him? I think he's kind of shy. I don't think he thinks of me in that way."

“You mean if he likes you as a girlfriend? You might be surprised. You are a very pretty girl.”

“Thanks Mr. - I mean William. You didn’t have to say that.”

“No I mean it. I’m sure there are lots of boys who would love to be your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, that is true.” She confirmed nonchalantly. “But those boys are so immature, it can be really annoying. And besides, I’m different than lots of girls. They are all about sex-sex-sex. I’m saving myself for marriage.” She shrugged her shoulders and looked down at him with the same sheepish expression he remembered when she was a shy little girl new to school.

“Well that’s great Nora. Nothing to be ashamed of there. There is much more to a good relationship than sex. No need to rush into that at your age.” He said.

“I agree! I just want it to be special!” Her face lit up with a smile. “You just really seem to understand me more than almost anyone, William.”

"As far as this young man goes, just, find a way to spend time with him in a relaxed environment. Just see if you can have fun together, just hanging out with him. See if he shows any signs of being attracted and everything will come naturally."

"That sounds like good advice, thanks." She said.



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#4 Getting Comfortable

Nora knocked but didn't wait for him to answer before walking into the house. “Wow, you really do need to eat. Look at how skinny you are getting. Its a good thing I brought this soup.” She knelt down and opened her thermos, pouring some of the soup into the cup.

“I’m just really not hungry, sorry.” He said.

“Oh, come on and try it. I’m not giving up until you take at least a bite.”

“Fine.” He stood up. The bottoms of his pants were rolled up but still touching the ground. His pants were cinched by a belt to keep them from falling. He walked up to her while she was holding a spoon for him.

On her knees, he actually looked down on her slightly to make eye contact. She held the spoon up for him. He leaned in to take the spoon into his mouth as she brought it toward him. The spoon missed and glanced off of his chin. The soup spilled straight down directly onto the slope of her bosom. “Hey! Messy man. Did you do that on purpose? Are you trying to get me to take my shirt off?” She asked with a crooked grin.

“Wh-what? No, you -” William was caught completely off guard. 

She interrupted him with a burst of laughter. “I’m just kidding Sweetie. I’ll clean it off later. Lets try again.”

She took another spoonful and this time set the cup down. She gently brought her free hand behind his head and guided the spoon to his mouth with the other. “There.” She said. “Now isn’t that good?” He nodded in affirmation. She took another spoonful and held it up.

“You said one bite.” He protested.

“I said try it. You admitted you like it, now you need to finish it. Besides, I made this just for you. It would hurt my feelings if you didn’t eat at least one cup. You don't want to hurt my feelings do you?"

“Okay, fine. Give me that cup.”

“No, I want to do it.” She said.

“Why is that?”

“I want to make sure you eat it all. Now stop arguing and just come here please.” She sat back onto her ankles. She took his arm in her hand and gently pulled him to her lap. She fed him another bite. "I know you'd love it by the way." She said. 

"Love what?"

"You would love to see what I look like beneath my shirt. I'll bet you've thought about it lots of times. Big round boobs. Deep cleavage. I know how boys are."

The description she painted made him feel a wave of weakness somehow. But he said, "I'm not a boy anymore. I'm a grown man."

"I would like to beleive that." She answered. She brought another spoon to his mouth. "Open wide." She said. "We aren't going anywhere until you finish this cup."

Sitting on her huge lap with her arm holding him so securely, he felt the irony, even as he compliantly opened his mouth for the next bite. 

“Good boy. Now stop being such a grouch.”

“I’m not a grouch, its just... I don’t know.. i dont know what to say.” His heart seemed to be beating rapidly, he felt a rush of emotion he suddenly didn't understand.

“Say thank you for making me soup Nora.”

“Thank you Nora.” He said. 

“You’re welcome.” She said. He glanced up at her full smiling lips only inches from him, and then down into the heavy firm bosom under his nose. “Rest your head against my shoulder.” She prompted, and he did as she said. Her silky long hair that cascaded over her shoulders felt soft and smelled like fruit. Her shoulder and arm felt so warm and firm supporting him. She took a spoon and held it in front of his open mouth. For several minutes no words passed between them as she fed him the soup. “There, all gone.” She said. "How about another cup?"

"I am too full to eat another bite." He said.

She looked at the cup, which was so small in her hands. "Are you sure you aren't just trying to get me to let you off my lap?"

“No, not at all."

"So you want to stay on my lap?"

"No, I just... am full.

"So do you like sitting on my lap or not?"

"I... am just..." He didn't know what to say. 

She giggled and helped him to his feet. "I'm just being silly William. Do you feel better now that you've eaten?"

"Yes."

“Good. Making you feel good makes me feel good."



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#5 Danger

It was Saturday morning, and William was in desperate need of groceries. He hadn't left his house in days. Even with nearly no appetite, toilet paper was a luxury he didn’t want to do without. He stepped outside and the sunlight hurt his eyes, but felt good at the same time. His old car was parallel parked on the street just down from his house. It was a beat up clunker, and he barely drove it. A true grocery getter. He walked up to the car and fished into his pockets for keys.

"Mr. Rhodes! There you are!" He turned to see Leslie of all people, running up the street. "Don't get in that car!" She shouted from about 100 yards away. He felt a wave of surreal fear. Based on the spandex clothing she was wearing, she appeared to be out jogging. When she recognized William, her pace doubled. He pulled his keys out and began to fumble for the right one. He didn't look to see how close she had gotten, he knew he didn't have time. He opened the door, jumped in, and slammed it shut. He pushed the lock down just as she reached the car. She bent down to look into the window.

"Didn't you hear me yelling for you?" She said. Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes weren't. "Is this where you live? Which of these houses is yours?"

"Leslie, what do you want?" He shouted through the glass. He turned turned the key and felt a wave of relief as the engine turned over.

"I just want to talk a little. Woman to man." She said. “So you must live around here?” She looked around.

"I have to go." He said, putting it into gear and slamming the gas. The engine moaned and the towering young woman watched him leave with her arms crossed.

He drove down the street, not sure what to do. He was already out of her life, why did she want to bother him? He knew the answer. He knew her type. She was a ‘Warden’. He knew she couldn’t stand to have him consider himself her equal. What if she or her friend caught him alone? How far would she take it? His car had been parked around the corner, nearly a block from his house. But that did not make him feel safe. She knew what neighborhood he lived in. What if she ran by his house every day from now on? What would he do today? She and her friends might be trolling the block to spot him when he came back home. He suddenly had an idea. He turned and made his way immediately back to his house, but this time through an alley. The alley ran along his back yard. He knew that she was most likely looking for him from the front if she was waiting. He parked his car two doors down at Mrs. Addison's house. He would apologize to her later. He jumped out of his car and ran toward his house. He slammed his door behind him and turned the dead bolt. His imagination flashed to Leslie kicking the door in. He knew it would be easy for her. His door was not rebuilt to withstand Amazon intruders. He was still winded when he dialed Nora's number.

"Hello?" Nora answered.

"Nora. Its William."

"Oh, hi! I was just thinking about you."

"I need you to come over." He panted into the phone.

Twenty minutes later Nora came to the back door, just as William had asked. When he opened it, she stooped over him and threw her arms around him. "Its okay. I'm here now." She hugged him for several seconds. His face buried in her hair. Was she wearing new perfume?

"Uht... thanks for coming." He said into her shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you sounded so scared. I dropped what I was doing and rushed right over." She squeezed him tighter. Her arms pulled his back to arch upwards towards her. His toes left the ground. "Mmmm, I'm glad you called me." Her biceps expanded against his sides. He resisted asking her to let up, not wanting to be rude. Or let on that she was starting to hurt him. "Come on, lets get you inside." She let go and stood up.

"Actually, I need to get some groceries. Would you mind coming along?" He asked. "I’m sorry to bother you like this Nora. I feel like such a pain."

"Oh Sweetie!" She said. She dropped onto one knee. Her eyes were slightly above his now when she knelt. His shrinking body had become noticeably smaller. Her eyebrows arched up in sympathy. She gathered him against her again, this time around his upoer and lower back, effectively pressing his entire body against hers. Her left breast was like a huge warm pillow keeping their upper bodies apart. “I want you to call me anytime. I want you to feel safe.” Her arms seemed to engulf him. He felt her hand cup his head from behind and press his face into the nape of her neck. She held him like that for some time and neither of them said a word. His arms were trapped against his sides, it was just her holding him. He thought he should pull away, but he didn’t. Her huge body felt so warm. So strong but so comfortable. He felt her chest swell and contract against him in a long deep rhythm. Each of her steady powerful breaths made him feel more secure. He also felt a strange internal heat begin to build. It may have been five minutes before Nora finally pushed him back to look into his eyes. "Why are you breathing so heavy?" She asked. 

He really didn't know the answer to her question. He felt so light headed and weak suddenly. This urge to climb into her hooded sweatshirt with her and curl into a ball. "Just this... Virus. I know I'm getting better but..."

"Poor baby." She cooed. "Are you sure you want to go to the store right now?"

He nodded yes, despite himself. 

“Okay, I’ll drive.” She said. 

A couple of hours later, they were back at his house and he was unlocking the door. Nora was standing behind him holding six full paper bags, much more than he had planned to buy. She had insisted that he buy many things he hadn’t considered. When he tried to take one of the bags himself she had chastised him. "That's my job, silly."

He felt a little nervous as he put his key into the lock - what if Leslie was waiting inside for him? But he knew she wasn’t there. It was his sense of helplessness that made him irrational. Of course the house was empty as he knew it would be, but that didn’t stop him from letting Nora enter first. That made him feel much safer.

Nora dropped the groceries on the counter and pealed her hooded sweatshirt off. "Ooh, it's hot in here. This is much better. I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing a tank top. I was just starting a workout when you called."

William felt that strange weakness wash over him again. He shuddered. 

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing his shiver. 

"Just cold I guess." He said. 

"Oh, my poor guy. You get cold really easily now that you are so little, don't you? Here, this should help warm you up. It still has my body heat." She put her sweatshirt over his head. 

He was engulfed by her smell. He pushed his arms into the sleeves. He felt like a child in her top. The sleeves draped from his thin arms. Her brawny arms rippled as she rolled the sleeves up for him. "Oh my, you look so precious." She gushed. She covered her mouth and giggled. "I didn't mean it to come out that way. You just look... I'm sorry - you look like a doll. So adorable."

What was making him feel so flush with emotion all of the sudden? He just felt so overwhelmed. 

"I am a grown man you know." He said. 

"Of course you are William. Thats what I like about you. I can be myself around you." She pulled a hairband from her purse and started to gather her hair into a pony tail as she continued. "My church teaches that lust is the devil's spell. Boys my age are so hormonal that they just turn to goo over anything. I mean you have no idea how old it gets trying to keep boys from lusting after you. I finally feel like I can be myself around you. I can trust you that you aren't like that." As she finished wrapping the band around her pony tail, she noticed he was staring at her arms. "What do you think?" She smiled and flexed more deliberately. 

William watched her arms bulge. He felt so small next to her. 

"Guns for God!" She smirked and tightened her biceps into big mounds. Her tank top had crept up her torso. She pulled it back down over her cobblestone abdomen, which then pulled her scoop neck down to show a bit more cleavage. She saw him looking straight into her chest. "See, a boy my age would be thinking all kinds of impure thoughts right now. While I know a mature person like you is past objectifying body parts."

William nodded in agreement, suddenly staring at the floor. 

"You look worn out. Why don't you just sit on the couch and relax. I'll get this stuff put away." She said. 

She turned on his kitchen radio and set about putting the groceries away. "It makes more sense for cereals and pastas to go over here." She said over her shoulder. She moved the cereal to a different shelf. "Its obvious you haven't had a woman around." She tuned his radio to a pop station and started wiggling her hips as she put things away. 

Seeing her in a tank top for the first time was something else. He had seen plenty of powerfully built girls in school dressed in revealing ways, but something felt different now. Watching her back muscles glide and bunch as she moved items between cupboards was entrancing. Her hips swaying back and forth made each of her buns tighten into perfect spheres in rhythm. 

When she was finished organizing his things she turned to him and placed her hands on her hips. She wasn't phased to find he had been staring at her. "There. It will be much easier for you now. I moved the most common items down to your new reach level. Much more logical. Now I'm going to cook you up that tofu stir fry I told you about.” She said. “It will be good for you. Then we can watch the movie I brought with me. I think you'll love it. It's one of my favorites."

They sat in the dining room to eat. Nora hunched over the table, with a huge pile of food on her plate. Her forearm was resting on the table across her front, and as she leaned forward her bosom spilled over it. The table groaned from the weight. The two round swells were pressed together in her tank top, forming a heart shape and deep line of cleavage. 

"This is nice." She said. His eyes shot up from her boobs to her face, but she was looking down at her plate. "Just two friends relaxing and having dinner together. "

"Yes, it is nice." He agreed. 

"I was touched that you thought to call me when you needed help. It showed that you see me as more than just a .... Girl." She focused back on her eating, with a grin. 

William tried to eat, but he had no appetite and he really never could stomach tofu. 

"Are you glad you called me?" She asked. His eyes once again jumped from her boobs to her face. Her eyes met his. "Do you feel safe with me around?" Her eyes watched him intently. 

"Actually, I do."

When she was finished eating she looked down at his plate disapprovingly. “I only gave you a tiny bit.”

“I know, I’m just not hungry.”

“Too bad. You have to eat something.” She took his plate and moved to the couch. She patted her lap. “Come on. It looks like I’m going to have to feed you again.” He started to protest, but her eyebrow arched in a way that made him think she would not accept no. He tried to sit on the edge of the couch next to her. "Come on, don't make me reach way over there." She said. She helped pull him onto her lap. It made him feel so small the way she handled him. 

Within seconds a fork full of food was waiting at his lips. He knew she would not let up until he ate. She cooed in a soft whisper, “Mmmm, good job... Let me make you feel better.”

He was able to eat a few more bites, but finally she had mercy and let him stop. As she set the plate on the end table, she said, "Do you feel better now? You were shaking like a leaf this morning."

"Yes I guess I did get a little rattled." He said. "I really should have called someone else though. I feel like I may have asked too much of you. After all, you were a student of mine just days ago."

"But now we are friends. I'm an adult too you know. It's perfectly normal for you to call me." She said. 

"I know you are. I'm just saying that it is a lot of change for me."

"You need a woman to guide you through all of this."

"I appreciate that Nora. I just don't want this to turn into anything we might regret. It seems like we are getting very comfortable in a hurry."

She burst into laughter. "Dont worry, I'm saving myself for marriage, remember? That is why I like you. The boys in youth group are all sweet, but they can't control themselves. A girl needs a guy she can cuddle without him losing control and squirting all over." She giggled. "Sorry for being so crude. Its just that I'm glad I can just relax around you and not hide myself. This is very liberating."

She reached her arms around him and hugged him tightly into her. "I see the way you have been looking at me tonight. Its okay. I like that you apreciate me. Its normal. I know you can handle this without losing control. Lets watch the movie."

The movie was horrible. The script and acting were terrible. A poor modernized retelling of the Repunzel story. This version was about a boy who was left in a tower and saved by a girl. 

William felt terribly strange. It was like a fever was building inside of him. Nora was laughing and talking as the movie went on. Her voice vibrated through him. Her body swelled around him. All of the laughing and cuddling was making him wild. He felt his heart pounding. What was wrong with him? Was it tied to the changes in him from the virus cure that was shrinking him?

Nora was really enjoying herself. She cuddled William and squeezed him affectionately. His hand started to rub her arm. She smiled down at him. "That feels nice." She said. He started using two hands to feel her arm. She could tell he admired her muscles. It made her feel warm inside. She flexed and squeezed him. Suddenly he squirmed violently and went stiff. 

"Wait- Did you just-". She took him by the shoulders and spun him to look her in the eyes. "Did you just make yourself squirt in your pants?!"

He didn't answer, he just looked down. 

"I have to go." She said. She jumped to her feet, quickly took her things and left.


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#6 A Surprise Visit

Three days had passed since the incident with Nora and he hadn't heard from her. He dialed her number and it went to voicemail. "Uh, Nora, it's Wiliam. I'm sorry about the other night. Nothing like that will ever happen again. Please call me when you get this message."

He hung up and sighed. He flipped through the pamphlet that they had given him with the booster shot. He hadn't read the fine print until two days ago. He had known about the potential to grow or shrink. Now he knew about the urges. The wierd dreams. The obsessions. All very real side effects. Things that weren't talked about on the local news.

He sat on the couch with his favorite book, but it was no use. He couldnt concentrate on the words. Nora had cast a spell on him. He knew he had ruined her high opinion of him. He had shown he was just as powerless over his urges as the boys she lamented. And then despite the guilt he felt for letting her down and thinking if a former student in that way, here he was doing it again. He took her hooded sweatshirt into his arms and inhaled her scent.

For four years he had avoided any relationships, so he could keep his identity in tact and lead his life as he saw fit. It hadn't been easy, but he had lived by his own priorities and interests, and it had been worth it. Now, in just a few days, this girl - legally a woman, but in his eyes a girl- had become his only interest and priority. Intellectually, he knew it was not what he would consider love. He didn't have any real common foundation. And yet, here he was, wrapping himself in her sweatshirt to feel close to her. 

A knock at the door startled him. The bill collectors had started calling. He hoped they weren't coming to his house now. He opened the door and washed over with relief. "Nora! I'm so glad to see you!"

"Hello William." Her demeanor was reserved. Her baggy jacket and pants hid her body as he might have expected. He felt another wave of guilt. Her jacket was open just enough to reveal a large silver cross resting on the slope of her chest. It was a symbol of purity intended to repel people like him from thinking bad thoughts when they looked at her. 

"Um, come on in." He said. 

"No, I only have a few seconds to talk." She said. 

"Okay, but first, whatever you have to say, just let me apologize. I know I let you down."

"No, that is not necessary. I'm the one who should have known better." She looked up and took a deep breath. "I talked to Leslie for you and we made a deal."

"Leslie? What are you talking about?" He asked. 

"Don't worry. We worked it out. She isnt mad anymore. She just wants to straighten things out. It will be for the best. I will call you again sometime, I promise." She forced a smile and turned back toward the street. 

Another deeper female voice rose up from the sidewalk. "There you are!" Leslie bounded up the stairs just as Nora stepped down. William stumbled backwards into his house. Leslie strode inside after him and closed the door. 

"Have a seat." She said. He fell backwards onto his couch, and stared at her. She was wearing a track suit. She unzipped her jacket, as she took in the surroundings. "Not nearly as tidy as I would have guessed. Been letting things go the past few days William?" 

She let her jacket drop to the floor, revealing a tube top. The man's wide-eyed reaction made Leslie smile despite herself. "William - that is what Nora calls you now that you aren't a teacher anymore, correct?" She looked him down until he nodded. "I don't see you as a William anymore. I think you have officially become a Billie." She took the waistband of her track pants and pushed them to the floor. Stepping out of them left her in a pair of very short running shorts. She took a couple of steps towards him and let him stare at her long power packed legs for a few breaths. His expression was nearly comical to her, and she had to fight another smirk. 

"Billie, I know we've had some conflict in the past. But I can see you have been through a lot lately, and I am a forgiving woman. I am willing to let our past become water under the bridge. I just want to find some common ground. Sound good?"

The man nodded. He had no idea what she was planning, but she had stripped down to her shorts for a reason. 

She stepped very close to him, so his feet were between hers. Her jutting calves touched the outside of his legs. He pushed his knees together to make room got her. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him. His eyes were focised directly on her thighs in front of him. She decided to give him a show. 

He watched her large teardrop swells expand into sand bag sized piles of muscle. One then the other in rhythm. Then both of them tighted into massive knotted pillars. 

She was in no hurry. She let him watch her thigh muscles dance for some time since he was so entranced. She eventually squated down into his field of vision. She placed her palms on top of his legs. Her long fingers wrapped around much of his upper legs. Her forearms were nearly the same circumference as his thighs. Her forearms were hard and rippled when her fingers fidgeted. In contrast, his legs were shapeless and soft. 

Her hands were warm and heavy on his legs. He felt goosebumps rise through his body from her touch. She leaned in closer, her tube top hovering above his lap. Her breasts were not the size of Nora's, but still large and sitting very high on her obviously powerful chest. Her arms were relaxed, but even unflexed, her biceps and triceps bulged. Veins ran down her biceps and forearms. 

"I know in school you preached all the time about equality. Equal rights, equal say, equal pay, and all that. I know you had to be politically correct. I know some of the boys looked ip to you. But now it's just you and me here. Man and woman." She knelt and straightened her posture, stretching her arms straight up toward the ceiling. Her abdomen tightened into armor plates of muscle. She swiveled her hips just a bit, making the mosaic dance. Then she dropped her arms into a double biceps flex. I know Nora is pretty proud of her 'Guns for God', but I think I have her beat, don't you?" She smirked at his slack jawed reaction. "I'm not the biggest and strongest girl on the football team, but I get by. I think I'm woman enough to take you on in an ultimate battle of the sexes today. Are you ready?"

"Wh-what?" He stammered. 

She giggled. "That's right. Its time to decide once and for all who is the superior sex. You and I are going to have a no holds barred wrestling match right here. And no mercy. No matter how much I squeal in your manly grip. No matter how much I beg for you to stop crushing me in your brawny arms. No mercy until knock out." She giggled again. "Of course, the rules go both ways." She dropped her arms to her sides and William fliched, throwing his head backwards. "Easy," She laughed. "We haven't started yet." She stood up and stepped back, placing her hands on her hips. "There is also another option. I am willing to let you just admit that women the superior sex. Women are meant to lead and men are meant to follow. We can avoid this battle all together. It's completely up to you. If you are ready to wrestle and teach me a lesson in equality then stand over there and get in position. If you want to concede that I am superior, take my hand and kiss it in respect."

He stood up, feeling wobbly. His face was hot. He gingerly held her extended hand with his shaking fingers and gave it a light kiss. 

She sighed. "I could be twisting your little body like a pretzel right now. I give you a chance to avoid a knockout and this is all the gratitude you have for me? A little half hearted peck? Maybe I should reconsider my offer. "

He pressed his lips against her hand and began to kiss across her knuckles. "Better. Don't get sloppy. No slobbering." He kissed her hand for nearly a minute before she withdrew. "That was much better." She pointed to her track suit, crumpled where she had left it on the floor. "Now, what are my things doing on the floor?" 

"You put it there..." He answered. 

"No shit! What I want know is why it is still there? Do you think my things belong on the floor? You had better answer quickly."

"N-no." He stammered. 

"I am not going to ask you to take care of simple things like this. If I have to tell you then we are going to have problems."

He picked up the clothes and tried to hand them to her. His heart was pounding so hard that he heard it in his ears. She only folded her rippling arms across her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. He quickly folded the clothes, and then following a nod of her head, put them on the table. When he turned back to face her, she was rolling her eyes, but she was smiling. "You are not a bad man, you have just never been taught." She said. 

She walked over to his couch and sat down. Her long legs were out in front of her, spread apart. She motioned him over with a curl of her finger until he was standing in front of her. Her splayed legs were on either side of him. She said, "I know you've read a lot of books. I know you have lots of opinions of how things are supposed to be. I am going to teach you about how the real world works. I'm going to be YOUR teacher now." Her legs touched him lightly on both sides. "Won't that be fun?"

The man nodded. 

"Okay Billie, your first lesson will be how to properly address a woman. You should use the word Miss or Mrs. as a sign of respect. You can call me Miss Leslie, or just call me Teacher. Your choice. So if I ask you a question you answer properly, and with respect. Got it?"

"Yes Miss Leslie."

"You are a fast learner. Well for a man." She watched his reaction. She saw his face tighten, but then relax. "I know you think I'm a meanie." She said. "Here, come up and sit with me. I promise I will be gentle. I just want to explain some things." She pulled him onto her lap. It was strange to her to find him so much smaller, but it made him kind of adorable. 

William did not resist as Leslie pulled him onto her lap and cradled him in her arms. Her legs and abdomen were hard against his body. The side of her protruding tube top pressed lightly agains his chest. She smelled like coconut lotion. And despite the hardness of her bare arms and abdomen, her skin felt silky to the touch. He immediately felt new waves of heat building inside of his body. 

"See, I don't bite." She said. "You probably think I hate men or something. But that's not it at all. Answer a question for me. What are you thinking about right now?" She looked down at him with a smile. She didn't wait for him to try to answer. "I saw the way you were staring at my body. You can barely think of anything else right now. I know your new best friend Nora thinks that is a problem, but I don't see it that way. Your thoughts are not betraying you, they are serving you. When my dad finally realized this and truly accepted my mom as the head of the house, he became much happier. She makes all of the important decisions and It allows him to focus on daily tasks around the house. He does the things that need doing. Just because they are simple and sometimes tedious doesn't mean that they aren't important. She rewards him by taking wonderful care of him and keeping him safe." Leslie tightened her arms, squeezing him just a bit. His chest moved firmly against the side of hers. He felt another wave of the fever building in him. 
She smiled down at him. "Your instincts tell you that you need a strong woman. That you want to be protected. My instinct is to be in charge. My female brain is designed for multitasking and complex problem solving. Your male brain is not as good at multitasking. It is satisfied with simpler tasks that would be just too boring for me." She pulled him more snugly against her chest. Her heavy breast gave only slightly against his thin rib cage. His breath became shallow and fast. "I know your pride wants to argue, but it's hard to fight your instincts. I'm not like Nora. I don't mind if you go ga-ga over my big muscles. It's only natural for you. I find it very cute actually."

With that, she stood and set him on his feet. She was a little surprised by how much she enjoyed cuddling him. She had always hated him, but seeing him so helpless made him adorable now. She decided to spend more time with him. "I'm going to leave now. I'm going to come back and check on you though. Maybe tonight even." She took her track suit from the table and began stepping back into it. "In the meantime, make sure the house is clean. It's very disrespectful to have a dirty house when a woman comes over. I dont tollerate disrepect from any man. And thats not a lesson you want to learn the hard way Billie. Just ask my brother about that."

On her way out the door she said, "Oh, and I like to text. I got your number from Nora, so keep your phone nearby. I like responses to all my texts, and making me wait is a good way to get on my bad side."

William collapsed against the door when she left. What did she want from him? She could come by at any time now. Why had Nora given him over to her? Was she really that upset with him? Was it all just a game to her?