Chapter 7: Chapter 07 – One Friendly Voice

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 7: One Friendly Voice

 

“Are you worried, honey?” Alexa asked her sulking daughter in the backseat of the SUV.

Bridgette avoided eye contact with her in the rear view mirror, feeling especially unworthy of love or affection at the moment. Truthfully she was a bit worried about showing up at school for the first time, but her mind was more focused on the fact that she had just raped her older sister. It had all happened so fast, and in the moment it hadn’t seemed like a big jump, but looking back at it, she couldn’t believe she had let herself get so carried away.

Part of her wanted to blame Nancy, seeing as how it was because of her that they had gotten into the situation in the first place, but she knew that was both wrong and unfair. It was her own greed and selfishness that had pushed her to fuck her unconcious sister, and she would know have to live with the consequences. She was sure her mom would find out when she returned home, but Bridgette couldn’t bring herself to confess there and then.

“Y-yeah I guess so…” Bridgette half lied.

“I know this probably doesn’t mean much coming from me,” Alexa said, “But you’re an incredibly special girl, and you truly deserve to be happy. I’m really rooting for you!”

Bridgette did all that she could to keep from crying. The words of her mother stung painfully with the knowledge of what she had done. Perhaps what she was saying had been true at one point, but surely that time had passed. She didn’t deserve to have such a loving and supportive family, and in that moment, all she wanted was to disappear.

“T-thanks mom…” Bridgette managed to eke out.

Alexa felt bad looking back at her through the rear view mirror. She couldn’t imagine the stress of being the way Bridgette was as a highschooler. When she had been in high school the kids had been fairly mean to her and she wasn’t even that different. Alexa hoped that once she was past high school Bridgette would have more success meeting open minded people, but deep down she knew it wouldn’t get all that much better. She felt like telling Bridgette that she was always there for her, but she felt as though she had said enough already, besides, she already knew that.

The car came to a squeaky stop outside the large public high school, with children pouring into the front door from all sides. Alexa put the car in park and turned back towards Bridgette, reaching out and putting a tender hand on her leg. She didn’t want to say anything, knowing there was nothing she could say that would bolster her daughter’s mood. The gesture seemed like the perfect thing to do; enough to let her know she was there, but not too forced.

For the first time since getting in the car, Bridgette looked up at her mom, and suddenly burst into tears. The guilt she felt was far too overpowering, and she could no longer hold back the flood gates. Tears streamed down her cheeks, smudging the small amount of makeup she had applied. Alexa quickly unbuckled her seat belt and fumbled to get into the back seat with her daughter.

“There there…” Alexa cooed after falling into her daughter’s arms, “It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay.”

“No mom, you don’t understand,” Bridgette cried, hugging her mother instinctively.

Alexa felt so light in her arms, and miraculously soft too. Her body was so squishy and round, as if she were made out of big, fluffy pillows rather than flesh. Were it not for her sister, Bridgette would have figured her mother had gotten surgery for such a body, but the softness of her assets spoke volumes of her naturally gifted figure. Despite this realization, Bridgette couldn’t dwell on it for long as her sobbing continued and her guilty conscience grew heavier.

“You’re right sweetheart,” Alexa said, “I don’t understand. I never will. And for that I’m truly sorry. But please trust me when I say I will always be on your side.”

Bridgette’s sobbing increased as her mother’s words only made her feel guiltier. It wasn’t her fault, she had no idea what was really going on, but that didn’t make Bridgette feel any better. Alexa wiped Bridgette’s cheeks to no avail, as they were quickly wet again with new tears. Unsure of what to do, and so helplessly close to her daughter, Alexa suddenly did something unexpected. Immediately, Bridgette’s tears stopped as her lips were assaulted by her mother’s.

Her mother’s lips were so full, soft, and warm, that they instantly melted Bridgette’s fears and brightened her mood. Part of it was also that Bridgette would have never expected such a showing of affection from her mother, but nonetheless, her crying had stopped. The two sat silently in the backseat of the large car, lips locked and unmoving for several seconds. Alexa’s eyes were tightly shut, while Bridgette’s were wide open and unfocused.

Alexa also marveled in the feeling all the while. She had only ever kissed a girl a few times in college, but they were fleeting, silly kisses much unlike the one she was sharing now with her daughter. On top of that, her daughter’s lips were so much nicer than she remembered anyone elses being. Clearly Bridgette’s lips would be nicer than her father’s, but Alexa was shocked at just how much more enjoyable it was. It was like diving into a warm lake, and having no fear of drowning, or perhaps hoping to drown, and fall deeper into the warm depths.

A few seconds after the initial, frozen contact, Alexa began to move her lips against her daughter’s, adding to the pleasure. Bridgette followed suit moments later, enjoying the sensation of her mother’s lips. It was now that Bridgette also noticed her mother’s scent. It was lovely, smelling of flowers and cleanliness, and it refreshed Bridgette from the inside as it invaded her nostrils. The two continued to kiss lovingly for a few more seconds until Bridgette got a bit carried away, and opened her mouth, biting her mother’s lower lip and pulling at it sensually.

Alexa let out an out of character, high pitched whimper, and Bridgette could feel her vibrate suddenly on top of her before she pulled away hastily. Bridgette could feel Alexa tense as she readjusted in her lap, fully realizing what they had just done. Alexa wiped the corners of her mouth, and cleared her throat before speaking.

“S-sorry about that…” She said nervously and ashamedly, “I don’t…. I don’t know what came over me just now.”

Alexa stared off into the distance, as if trying her hardest to return to the loving, motherly role she had been intending to play from the beginning.

“I… I actually feel a lot better now…” Bridgette admitted, her arousal far surpassing her guilty conscience.

“G… Good!” Alexa said, still trying to switch gears.

Alexa sat up in Bridgette’s lap and held her by the broad shoulders.

“Now go out and just be yourself…” Alexa said, “I’m sure you’ll do great!”

Bridgette wanted to kiss her mother’s sweet lips again, but could tell it was a bad idea. Her mother was clearly flustered, and she didn’t want to push her luck. She allowed her mother to climb out of her arms, and back into the driver seat. One last time Bridgette wiped her cheeks and used the rear view mirror to appear as presentable as possible, before grabbing her back and stepping out of the car.

“I love you, Bridgette!” Alexa said with a beautiful smile.

“Love you too mom.” Bridgette responded, closing the car door behind her and looking out through the parking lot to the main entrance of the school.

She took a deep breath and stood at full height, sticking out from among the cars like a skyscraper among short buildings. Alexa drove away as Bridgette made the painful journey from the lot to the front door. The longer she was outside, the more people she saw noticed her, and soon it seemed like everyone had stopped to stare. As always, most of her peers didn’t even bother to whisper as they talked about her, speaking audibly about her as she passed them by.

Bridgette did her best to ignore them and made her way into the building. She reached into the side pocket on her backpack and pulled out a slip of paper that had her schedule printed on it. At the bottom of the paper was an addendum, informing her that there would be an assembly in the gymnasium in place of first period, as it was the first day of the school year. She looked out across the sea of heads for any notation of where to go, and after spotting a sign labeled gym, began to make her way towards it.

As she cut through the crowd of high schoolers, she heard a student shout out:

“Yo! I thought leprechauns were supposed to be short?!”

The dense crowd made it difficult to point out who exactly had made the remark, but judging by the hoots and hollers, she knew it had come from a group of clearly delinquent boys. They were quintessential bully types, who based on appearances, were likely players of some sport, and fairly popular. Unfortunately for Bridgette, avoiding their gaze was near impossible, since she stood out, and she quickly became the focus of their attention as she walked to the gym.

Each one of them yelled out insults, as if trying to outdo each other, and the rest would burst out laughing or high fiving. It started with her height, but eventually evolved into anything about her, including her appearance and style. An excruciating walk later, she had made it inside the gym and was offered some respite from her attackers. Her only solace being that her attackers were from a single group of jerks, rather than being targeted by everyone around her.

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The gym was incredibly large, with a basketball court painted in the center, and a plethora of room around the outside of it. Beyond the extra space around the court were huge racks of bleachers, going up a dozen rows or so, that were progressively becoming more and more filled. Small groups littered the benches, full of friends bantering back and forth with each other. There were a handful of students sitting alone, so Bridgette decided it could be a good idea to pick one and make a friend as quickly as possible.

One girl in particular stood out to her, as she wasn’t on her phone, despite being alone. She seemed approachable, and was pretty cute, so she seemed like a perfect fit. Bridgette made her way to where the girl was sitting and scooted down the row before finally taking the seat beside her. The whole bleacher rack shook as she stepped and sat on it, Bridgette’s weight being far beyond that of the average high schooler. Bridgette and the girl were silent for a moment, until Bridgette finally mustered up the courage to start a conversation.

“H-hey, I’m Bridgette…” Bridgette said shyly, “I’m new here. First day!”

The girl didn’t respond at first, unsure of whether Bridgette was speaking to her or not, but eventually, turned and looked up at Bridgette.

“Hey…” The girl responded meagerly.

It was fairly common for people to be apathetic towards her at first, even if that person wasn’t particularly popular either, so Bridgette wasn’t too discouraged by the girl’s weak response.

“What grade are you in?” Bridgette asked.

“Uhh, I’m a junior…” The girl responded bluntly again.

“Oh cool, I’m a senior,” Bridgette said, trying to keep the conversation alive, “I wonder if we’ll have any classes together?”

“Maybe.” The girl responded.

“I never caught your na-” Bridgette started.

Just then a group of three girls walked in front of the bleachers and called out to the girl whom Bridgette was talking to. The girl’s demeanor suddenly shifted from being that of a lonely unpopular girl, to that of a clicky one, and she quickly got up from her seat and made a big display of her going down to meet them. She hugged and chirped with the girls as if it had been a hundred years since they had last seen each other, leaving Bridgette all alone at her spot on the bleachers.

“-me.” Bridgette finished for no particular reason.

Just her luck, Bridgette thought to herself. Now she was stuck where she was, without the potential to make an easy friend. She couldn’t move to one of the other isolated students at this point, as it would look too desperate, and if the same thing happened again, it would only make her look worse in front of everyone else. No, she had to stay put; alone on the bleachers with no one to talk to.

She reached into her pocket and got out her phone. It was a bad idea as someone looking for a friend to get on your phone, and Bridgette knew that, but it was too hard to just sit there and look like a lost sheep. Besides, the bleachers would probably fill up completely once everyone had a seat, meaning there was a chance she’d be able to make friends with whoever wound up next to her anyways. She scrolled aimlessly on her phone for a while, doing nothing in particular as the gym filled with students.

When the gym was about half full, the group of bullies from earlier made their way inside. Bridgette only realized because of how obnoxiously loud they were. Unfortunately for her, they picked her out of the crowd easily, and made a b-line for her spot, taking up the seats directly behind her. The insults didn’t start right away, which didn’t surprise Bridgette, as it was a fairly common tactic of bullies to wait for the victim to become more comfortable and do something stupid. She simply waited for them to say something, as she listened to their asinine conversation for the next few minutes.

Minutes went by, and the bleachers were really starting to fill up, except for the spots directly next to Bridgette. A few students had attempted to sit next to her, most likely due more to the lack of other available seats, but had been dissuaded by the group of bullies behind her. As was another common tactic of bullies, in order to isolate the victim further, the bullies would punish anyone for trying to make friends. Eventually once the assembly was about to begin, Bridgette was still alone on the bleachers, with several empty seats on either side of her, which only made her stick out more.

“I guess no one wants to get stepped on by accident.” One of the bullies said, initiating the insults.

“I’m scared to be this close to her,” Another said, “I mean look at her, she’ll probably sacrifice you to the devil or some shit.”

“Helloooo…” One said, “I guess she can’t hear us all the way up there.”

The group laughed heartily at the insult.

“I’m surprised she’s getting signal that high up!” Another one tacked on.

“She isn’t even using her phone.” One commented, “I’ve been watching, she’s just scrolling back and forth on the home page.”

“Damn now that’s sad!” One said, and the group began hooting again.

Bridgette did her best to ignore them, which honestly wasn’t too hard. What they were saying hurt her feelings for sure, but she knew the type of people they were, and she wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of showing any weakness in front of them. Ignoring bullies often didn’t work as well as most adults seemed to think it did, but it did maintain your pride, which was all a victim could really do in a situation like this.

Like most bullies, when they didn’t get any recognition, they advanced their tactics beyond verbal, to physical abuse. One of the bullies suddenly grabbed Bridgette’s long, red hair and gave it a hearty yank, all while making a toilet flush sound effect with their mouth.

“Sorry guys, had to take a shit.” They said.

Soon another yanked her hair, doing the same thing as the first and laughing along with the rest of the group. While ignoring verbal abuse maintained your dignity, the same was not true of physical abuse and Bridgette knew that. Her heart rate thumped in her chest as her rage grew greater and greater, and she was ready to retaliate once the next person touched her. Retaliating was often a bad idea, as it was easy to get caught up in the emotions, go too far, and end up making yourself look like the bad guy, but Bridgette was left with no other option.

Then suddenly, by some miracle, a different voice spoke out from behind her. The voice was friendly for a change, and the words cradled her like a baby in the trying time.

“Hey, red hair girl, fuck these guys, there’s a spot over here if you want to chat.” The male voice said.

Bridgette turned around, to find that the voice was owned by a skinny, nerdy looking boy. The bullies also turned at the same time to find the voice that had called them out. Once seeing who it was, the group began to target what Bridgette figured was a previous victim of theirs.

“Noah, shut the fuck up you scrawny little bitch, you got something you wanna say?” One of the bullies called out.

Bridgette looked at the nerdy boy and saw that there was in fact a seat next to him that was unoccupied. He was a couple rows behind the bullies, meaning that if she could get to him, not only could she maybe make a friend, but perhaps she could also escape the unending barrage of insults and physical harassment from the bullies. One of the other bullies turned back to her, and did his best to keep her from moving.

“Don’t even think about it bitch,” He said, “Ain’t no way in hell your tall ass gonna be able to get through all these people now, you gotta stay put.”

While it was true that the crowd was dense at this point, Bridgette wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass. She quickly stood up, and turned to face the bullies. For once in her life, her height and long legs came in handy, as she was able to step up and over the bullies, up to the next level. Thankfully she had opted to wear jeans, as otherwise she would have given them a view she reserved for only those she liked.

Once she was up to the next level, the students sat in her way parted, to allow her easier access to the empty spot one more row higher. Bridgette took the final step and sat down next to the nerdy kid. The bullies sneered at the two of them for a moment before losing interest and turning back around. Finally, it seemed she was in the clear for now, and all thanks to the nerdy kid who had given her a helping hand when she had needed it most.

“H-hey, I’m Bridgette,” Bridgette said sincerely, “Thanks for the seat.”

“No problem,” The nerdy kid said, “I’m Noah by the way.”

 

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