Chapter 5: Chapter 05 – Bullies at Lunch

Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of the following (Loosely ordered from most to least prevalent): Futa (Transexual), Amazonian Futa, Futa on Female, Giant Cock, Cervix Penetration, Domination/Submission, Excessive Cum/Fluids, Incest, Corruption, True Love/Romance, Cumflation, Pregnancy, CNC, Freeuse, Size Difference, Harem, Humiliation, Futa on Male, Cuckoldry

 

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this product are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidence. All characters are at least 18 years of age despite description, demeanor, or appearance.

 

Life for a Teenage Futa

Written By: Rebecca

 

Chapter 5: Bullies at Lunch

 

Nancy and Bridgette headed out to eat while they’re parents were still busy getting groceries. Despite having gotten her license, Bridgette didn’t drive much, as she seldom fit in the driver seat of most cars, which left Nancy to operate the large SUV their parents had left for them. Nancy always looked so silly in the driver's seat of the large vehicle, Bridgette thought, having much the opposite problem that she had. She wasn’t super small for a girl her age, but her personality was so dainty and innocent that she seemed out of place operating such a large piece of machinery.

“Where to?” Nancy asked as she started up the car.

“I’m fine with anything.” Bridgette assured.

“Lobster it is!” Nancy joked, knowing Bridgette hated lobster.

“You’re not funny.” Bridgette chuckled in return.

Nancy turned in her seat and stuck out her tongue playfully at Bridgette.

“I’m kinda feeling sandwiches,” Nancy admitted, “How would you feel about getting some paninis?”

“Sounds delicious!” Bridgette responded.

Nancy tapped away at the SUV’s dashboard GPS, until they had a route to the nearest deli. A short, music filled trip later, the two were pulling up to the small, walk in restaurant.

“Sorry, it doesn’t look like it has a drive through…” Nancy said as they parked, “We can go somewhere else if you’d like.”

“It’s fine,” Bridgette responded, “But thanks. Let’s get some sandwiches.”

Bridgette did her best to put on a strong facade, but she was always terrified in situations like this. Her only saving grace was that her extremely thoughtful and caring sister was with her, which always made her feel safer. The two exited the car, and made their way up to the entrance. Bridgette held the door open for Nancy, and quickly followed in after her. Like always, Bridgette could sense the eyes on her as soon as she stepped under the doorway, and the establishment was far busier than the place they had gone the night prior.

Customers and workers alike seemed to freeze and gawk as she walked up to the cash register behind her much smaller sister. Nancy was wearing an extremely small tank top that clung to her tiny waist while also stretching to cover her massive boobs. Her impressive rump was only half covered by a pair of athletic shorts, leaving little to the imagination as the fabric disappeared between her voluptuous cheeks. On anyone else, the outfit would have been fairly unremarkable, but on her it was incredibly seductive and slutty.

Ever since they had been younger, Nancy always seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was a woman with a woman’s body, and she never considered that she looked incredibly slutty and revealing when wearing average clothes. Much like their mother, who had a similar figure, she couldn’t look bad or unappealing in any outfit, and outfits that were meant to be sexy looked downright illegal on them both. Bridgette had spent many nights staring up at her ceiling, wishing to be as attractive as her sister, but to no avail.

“Hello!” Nancy chirped to the cashier with a smile, perky as usual, “I would like an Italian panini please!”

“A-and for you…” The cashier asked, looking up at Bridgette.

“Six more of the same… please…” Bridgette responded quietly, her eating habits being another source of embarrassment for her.

“You want six, sandwiches?” The cashier asked in disbelief, “They’re pretty big.”

“You heard her!” Nancy said a bit more sternly but still with a level of grace and innocence.

“O-ok,” The cashier said, tapping on the screen in front of her, “That’ll be 104 dollars and 86 cents.”

Bridgette reached down into her pocket to retrieve some money for the transaction.

“Don’t be silly!” Nancy laughed, putting her hand up to stop Bridgette.

Nancy took her card out of her wallet and handed it to the cashier. Before Bridgette could object, the cashier had swiped the card and finalized the deal, handing the card back to Nancy. Nancy then grabbed Bridgette’s hand and led her to one of the few empty tables nearby as they waited for their food.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Bridgette said, “My expense was way bigger than yours, you should have let me pay.”

“I like watching you eat,” Nancy said, “So you’ll pay me back in your own way.”

“Yeah bu-” Bridgette started, “Wait, you like watching me eat?”

“Mmaaayyybee,” Nancy giggled, “I think it’s just amazing how much you can eat, especially compared to me, I can’t eat much at all.”

“Well yeah,” Bridgette said, “You’re about as big around as a stick. But you really like seeing me eat a lot?”

“Yeah, I think it’s kinda… Attractive… I don’t know…” Nancy said, averting eye contact, “And knowing it was me who made it possible just makes me even happier.”

Bridgette was baffled. She had always been ridiculed by her eating habits by outsiders she interacted with. A part of her didn’t believe Nancy, figuring she was simply lying to make her feel better, and yet everything about her body language implied she was telling some deep truth that she had never intended to let out. Unsure of what to do with this new knowledge, Bridgette was silent and an awkwardness fell over the two siblings as they waited for their food.

“Hiiiii!” A girly voice said, breaking the silence, “I love your style!”

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Bridgette and Nancy looked to the source of the voice, which was a girl amongst a small group of girls, passing by their table. The group of girls stopped as what seemed like their “leader” engaged Nancy and Bridgette in conversation. She was taller than any of her friends, and seemed rather fit, showing signs of decent muscular definition. The girl was looking directly at Bridgette, making her feel as though the comment had been directed at her.

“Uh, t-thanks…” Bridgette responded, caught off guard by the sudden situation.

“Oh.” The girl laughed in a mocking, pretentious manner, “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to her.”

The girl looked towards Nancy, with a devious, smug smile. It was becoming increasingly clear that this girl had no intentions of making friends or being nice.

“Yeah you have to tell me where you got your outfit!” The girl continued, “I want everyone around me to know I’m a massive slut too!”

The group of girls giggled at the leader's insult.

Nancy and Bridgette were both so unprepared for such a situation that they remained silent, simply staring at the group of girls.

“Seriously though,” The girl said after a moment of silence, “You do realize that like half of your ass is hanging out right? Like is that even comfortable? Jeez, maybe get clothes that fit properly next time you go shopping, if that’s even possible for someone with your whorish body.”

The girl then turned back to Bridgette.

“I’d give you advice,” She said, “But you’re wayyyyy too far gone. If I were you, I wouldn’t ever show my face in public. I mean… You have to know how weird you look, right? Just my two cents. Anyways, good chat!”

The girl flashed another snooty smile towards the sisters and continued out of the establishment, followed closely by her entourage. Nancy and Bridgette simply turned back to one another, exchanging looks of disbelief. It seemed hard to believe someone so malicious could exist in real life. Both were far too perplexed by the scenario to really care about what had been said. 

“Ummmm, did that really just happen?” Nancy asked.

“I thought that only happened in like movies and stuff,” Bridgette responded.

“God, what a fucking bitch,” Nancy said giggling to herself, “I mean, really, how do you even reach that level.”

“I have no idea.” Bridgette responded honestly.

“Order 69!” One of the workers behind the counter called out.

Nancy and Bridgette stood, walking over to the counter to retrieve their bag of many sandwiches. Bridgette looked about to see if anyone had overheard the incredibly vile things that the random girl had said. By the looks of it however, either no one cared or no one heard, as everyone was nonchalantly eating their food, as if nothing had happened.

“Thanks!” Nancy said, grabbing the bag and handing it to Bridgette.

Just before the two were about to walk back to their car, the girl behind the counter spoke up quietly.

“She has a point, you know,” The worker said.

Nancy and Bridgette turned back, unsure of what the worker meant.

“I’m sure it’s not easy, but you should probably buy clothes that fit you better.” She clarified.

“Excuse me?!” Nancy said with a bewildered expression, “I-I…”

Nancy started to tear up, the insult apparently becoming more impactful after hearing it from another source.

“I w-want to ta-” Nancy started, about to ask for the manager.

Before she could finish, she stormed off, tears running down her cheeks. Bridgette followed closely behind her, with the sandwiches still in hand. Nancy hastily made her way to the car, her assets jiggling with her quick movements; she got inside just before she broke down completely. Bridgette hopped in the back and quickly began trying to console her big sister.

“Hey look at me,” Bridgette instructed, the messy, teary face of her sister looking up at her, “Don’t let them bring you down, I think you look really cute!”

Nancy didn’t respond beyond her continuing sobs.

“And let’s be real here,” Bridgette continued, “You have like the perfect body. They’re only trying to make you feel insecure because they're jealous. You and I both know they edit their instagram pictures to look more like you, only you don’t have to fake it because that’s just how amazing you are. You’re honestly the kindest, most beautiful girl in the whole world, any girl would be lucky to be as gorgeous as you.”

“R-really?” Nancy sniffled, “You really mean all that.”

“With all my heart.” Bridgette said seriously.

“Thanks Bridgette!” Nancy said, hugging her sister closely, “I love you so much.” 

“Love you too.” Bridgette responded, reciprocating the hug.

Nancy turned back in her seat and started up the car, quickly returning to an unbothered mood. She was normally upbeat, so this didn’t surprise Bridgette too much.

“Buckle up!” Nancy announced.

As Bridgette turned away to fasten her seat belt, Nancy couldn’t help but take a peek through the rear view mirror at her cute younger sister, and flash a devious smile.

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