It all happened during the summer. Sure, somebody might have expected her to come back looking better in the sense that they'd think she might get a tan and maybe grow out her hair more, but nobody would have forseen the major change that Lindsay went through during those three months vacationing in Europe.

Her breasts grew five cup sizes.

Prior to the summer, Lindsay already had a very admirable C-cup bust but during her time in Europe, those already large boobs grew to be huge bazongas, becoming G-cups. Word spread around town about Lindsay's sudden growth very quickly and immediately rumors spread that she'd gotten breast implants, but those rumors were soon defeated when Lightning Jones "accidentally" stumbled onto them and he assured that they were as real as boobs could get. Most people didn't get a chance to see Lindsay after her return until the first day of class, so when she walked into the halls of Bryan Adams Sectional High School that day, an epidemic of gasps and stares afflicted the student body.

Lindsay was wearing some cowgirl boots, a blue bandana on her head, a knee-length orange skirt and most importantly, a very tight red tube top under an even more tight brown tank top. Lindsay had bought the outfit early in the summer, befor her growth and it was struggling to hold her breasts inside, displaying an obscene amount of cleavage.

Nonetheless, the blonde was obvlivious to the nasty stares, the oogling and the general direction of attention towards herself, since she was more concentrated on finding a certain other blonde, whom she eventually located at her locker, which was next to her own.

"Bridgette!" Lindsay exclaimed.

The busty blonde bolted over to the surfer blonde and gave her a tight hug. Bridgette was somewhat startled by her friend's sudden arrival but nonetheless returned the hug with enthusiasm. Both blondes had met three years prior due to their participation in the school's girls' volleyball team and had been close friends ever since.

"Lindsay, how've you been?" Bridgette asked, somewhat uncomfortable by the feeling of Lindsay's large breasts squished against her own chest.

"Oh, it's been great!" Lindsay answered. "You won't believe all the fun stuff I did in Europe and all the pretty clothes I bought! Like this top, isn't it gorgeous?"

"It's certainly attention-grabbing."

"We're gonna have so much fun this year!" Lindsay exclaimed. "I went to so many cool parties in Europe and I'm going to organize some here that are like the ones there so that we can all have lots of fun together!"

"That sounds really cool, Lindsay." Bridgette said, happy to see that her friend was still her bubbly old-self and hadn't turned into some slut due to her growth and her time in the most promiscuous continent on Earth.

"Lindsay, nice to see you're back."

The blonde turned around to see her best friend. Heather Wilson. The blonde was uneasy to see her friend again, since they'd had a big fight before she went off to Europe. Lindsay had promised Heather she'd stay with her in town so they could hang out during the summer, but changed her plans last minute when her parents decided to go to Europe. Heather had told Lindsay she had something important she wanted to do with her that summer but after Lindsay revealed she would go to Europe, Heather got angry and never told her what they would have done together that summer.

"Hey Heather." Lindsay said, kind of scared.

"What's with the weird tone, Linds?" Heather asked, unusually friendly.

"Um...well, you were kinda like really mad the last time I saw you." Lindsay said.

"Oh, I wasn't that mad." Heather said dismissively.

"Um...yeah you were."

"No, I wasn't."

"You kinda were. You said you were, like, gonna cut off all my hair." Lindsay said.

"What? No, I didn't."

"But you..."

"No, I didn't!" Heather yelled.

Lindsay was startled but Heather immediately calmed herself down and spoke again.

"Nonetheless, I've forgiven you, Lindsay, and it's great that you're back." Heather said.

"Really?"

"Yes! No that I'm seeing you again, I just can't stay mad at you." Heather said, again unusually and almost creepily friendly.

"Yay!"

Heather reached forward and gave Lindsay a very uncharacteristic, very unusual and very tight hug. Lindsay was so happy that her friend forgave her that she didn't mind that Heather had never been so friendly before and merely hugged back. After a while, Lindsay let go but Heather kept on hugging for a little longer before letting go as well.

Up until the last periods, the first day of class had gone swimmingly for Lindsay. Her classes had been tough, except maths, where they were taught the physical applications of calculus (which everyone else had difficulty with, except her because, like, it's totally obvious that the second derivative of the formula represents the acceleration on a displacement over time chart, duh), but she still managed to get through the day. She even noticed she had a lot more friends than she thought she had last year, since a ton of guys said hi to her and a lot of girls looked at her, which she thought was really nice of them.

Nonetheless, the last two periods didn't go so well for Lindsay. History was her worst subject, so when Mr. Hatchet said that the class would have to take a pop quiz about what they had learnt last year, she was a little worried that the quiz might give her a thinky-ache. Still, some of the guys she talked with during lunch told her she was like, really, really smart so she might have a chance, she thought.

She thought she did well, so when Hatchet called told her and some other guy to stay behind after class when he was done correcting the quizzes, she assumed it would be for something good.

"You failed massively, girl." He said.

"What?" Lindsay asked, shocked. "How?"

"To the question of 'who was the Union Army's commanding general who won the Battle of Vicksburg?' you answered 'the drinky-drunk guy'." Hatchet said, angry.

"Well, wasn't he?"

"That wasn't his real name." Hatchet groaned.

"No?"

"NO!"

Lindsay got startled by Hatchet's yelling, but nonetheless said nothing.

"I'm gonna fix you up with Cody here." Hatchet said. "Cody, you're gonna teach this girl some history this afternoon so she can re-take the quiz tomorrow so I don't have to fail her on the first day of class! Understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" Cody responded, scared.

"Good! Now get outta my class! Both of ya!"

The geek and the blonde left Hatchet's class and stepped out into the hallway.

"So…Um…Lindsay." Cody stuttered. "I guess I'll go over to your place later and...teach you history and stuff. Right?"

"Sure, Kobe." Lindsay said, smiling.

"It's...Um, it's Cody, but it doesn't matter and stuff..."

"Let me give you my address."

"Oh I know where you live...I mean, I know sort of where you live, like, your neighborhood and...well...I can find the...um. I'll see you later!"

Cody said this and then ran off, confusing Lindsay for a moment before she promptly dismissed the scene from her thoughts. The blonde made her way over to her locker and began to pack things up to go home. When she was done, she spotted the love of her life approaching.

Tyler.

Oh, she had missed him throughout all the summer. She couldn't believe she hadn't seen him all day! He must be so sad!

"Lindsay!" The unintelligent jock exclaimed, pulling his girlfriend into a tight hug, which she promptly returned.

"Tyler, oh my Gosh, I've missed you so much!"

The blonde pulled her boyfriend in for a kiss and soon, they were making out. This didn't last for long, since a strict "No Unleashing Teenage Hormones" policy was active and a teacher soon told them to stop. Afterwards, Tyler offered to walk Lindsay home.

Despite all the distractions, Cody was pretty sure he'd been able to finally get through to Lindsay, and there had been a lot of distractions. He'd had to stop by his place before coming over to Lindsay's to teach her and when he arrived, he saw that Lindsay had changed into a more comfortable (for her, not for him) set of really short short-shorts and a really tight tank top.

The distractions didn't end there, though...no, no. Throughout their lesson, Lindsay would often stop to show him something, which she'd go to pick up but would always, always drop and it would always, always roll under the bed, after which she'd bend over and look under the bed and while she looked Cody was treated to her sensational ass wiggling back and forth invitingly, making his neck start to sweat and his crotch start to strain. Lindsay also appeared to be wearing a bra that was a bit too small, so it required constant adjustment; and every time she stuck her hand under her tank top to adjust her boobs, Cody stared and couldn't help but picture the blonde groping her breast with her other hand in her shorts while she moaned out his name oh-so loudly.

Nonetheless, he'd been able to teach Lindsay some things. Sure it had been a very, very, very rough struggle with the girl's brain (and with his crotch) to stay focused and get her to learn the history of the civil war.

"So, the North had the advantage over the South from the start because they had more than twice the population and complete control over the nation's manufacturing..." Cody explained.

"...And because the South didn't have diplomatic support from any of the major nations, they would never be able to get enough supplies to outlast the North or beat it in combat. Plus, the lack of international diplomatic recognition meant they could never achieve the status of a seovereign nation." Lindsay finished.

"YES!" Cody exclaimed. "You did it!"

"I did?"

"Yeah, that was the last of it!"

"Oh my Gosh, Kobe, thank you!" Lindsay squealed.

The blonde girl hugged the small geek, unwittingly pushing his face into her breasts. Due to Lindsay's habit of giving very long hugs (Heather had told her that you have to hug for a long while and press people against you very, very tightly) Cody got to enjoy Lindsay's cleavage for a nice, long while. Finally, she let go.

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"Um..."

Cody's gaze momentarily shot for Lindsay's chest before rising up again. He studied her earnest, happy, willing face and then his glance shot back to her boobs, alternating like this a couple of times in a few seconds before finally speaking.

"Well, maybe you could...show me your boobs?" Cody asked, almost muttering and quaking in anticipation as well as fear.

Lindsay heard him and hesitated for a second. After a nasty incident with the local mailman the year before, Lindsay's mommy had told her never to show her boobies to anyone. Due to this, Lindsay initially thought about rejecting Cody's request, but then doubted because her mommy had said that about her old boobies, not her bigger, grown-up ones. Lindsay liked the way her boobies looked very much and figured Cody might like them as well and since he'd been so nice in teaching her, he deserved a peek.

"Sure!" Lindsay replied, her bubbly attitude unfazed by his raunchy request.

"Really?"

"Mm-hm." She hummed in positive response.

The blonde reached behind her back and in a quick snap she undid the clasp of her bra like her older sister, Paula, had taught her. She pulled the bra out from under the tank top and threw it away before slipping her hands to the hem of the top to begin pulling it up.

Cody witnessed time slow down as Lindsay pulled up her tank top. He'd seen them on the internet, but he'd never seen a real girl's boobs before and now he was going to see the biggest pair of tits in the whole school. His erection was reasonably raging hard.

Finally, the long awaited moment came when Lindsay pulled her top high enough and her breasts finally popped into view. They were perfect. They hung proudly at the perfect height on Lindsay's chest; round, fat and perky. In Lindsay's thin frame they were pretty close together, thus creating a delicious natural cleavage. Since Lindsay had tanned topless in her Mediterranean vacation, they were the same lightly tanned shade as the rest of her body, which contrasted beautifully with her small, pink nipples.

Cody literally drooled at the sight of her glorious globes, staring hypnotized at her massive mounds. Lindsay was quite pleased with Cody's reaction to her boobs. She really liked her boobies and she really liked that Cody really liked them too.

"They're really cute, right?"

"Oh yeah..."

"What I really like about 'em is that they're so soft anf squishy."

Lindsay pressed her boobs together and squeezed them gently, sinking her fingers into the flesh before kneading it around, unaware of the hardening effect it was having on Cody's dick. Seeing as he'd already gone that far, Cody went for more.

"Can I feel how soft they are?" He asked, drooling.

"Sure!"

Cody's desperate hands shot forward without hesitation or subtlety, merely taking a hard squeeze at Lindsay's boobs. The blonde gasped at the sensation of her breasts being squeezed so hard by somebody else's hands. She'd squeezed her own boobs many times but it was so different when it was done by somebody else. It was so much more...pleasant.

Lindsay sighed in delight as Cody began to knead her boobs around, squeezing them together and pressing them back against her chest, sinking his fingers into the doughy flesh, groping and pulling on the fat and just all round squeezing away at her soft globes. Figuring that since he'd already gone this far he might as well go further, after a while of simple squeezing and kneading, Cody plunged his face into Lindsay's cleavage. Lindsay cooed as Cody squeezed Lindsay's breasts together against his face and began to motorboat the blonde's melons with great delight. Lindsay squealed in delight and wrapped her arms around Cody's head, pushing his face further against her boobs.

Pushing the envelope again, Cody moved away from Lindsay's cavernous cleavage and instead gave her left nipple a long, sloppy lick before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it greedily. His tongue never let up and continued flicking her nipple up and down inside his mouth while he suckled. His left hand was cluthced at her right breast, groping it and kneading it very hard, almost to the point where it hurt.

The geek was, quite reasonably, very fucking hard. His cock twitched and throbbed with every time his fingers sank into the doughy flesh of the blonde bomsbhell's boobs, every time he suckled on her nipple, every time she groaned in pleasure. Cody briefly moved away from her nipple and pushed her breasts together so that both nipples were almost touching, then he sucked them both into his mouth and began to lick and suckle at the tips of both her tits. This sensation had quite an effect on Lindsay, who belted out a loud, sensuous moan. That was far too much for Cody, whose cock throbbed once last time.

Lindsay felt Cody move his mouth away from her boobs and then heard him cry out a silent little moan. His eyes unfocused looked up briefly as he pulled away from her entirely. When his eyes focused again and he returned to planet Earth, he suddenly had a look of horror on his face. He looked down at his crotch, which prompted Lindsay to look down as well, at the small, sticky stain on his crotch.

She looked up at Cody's face again and saw him blush a deep, deep red. The geek mumbled a few words and then burst out of her room running, crying. A stunned (yet still aroused) Lindsay waited for Cody to come back, since she wanted him to keep on doing what he'd been doing to her titties, which felt so good (and maybe do something about that strange, moist tingling she'd started feeling a few moments ago in her pussy). However, Cody didn't come back and Lindsay soon forgot about him because her boobies and her pussy were more important at the time.

Trying to replicate the force Cody had applied to her boobs (which wasn't much), Lindsay began to grope her own breasts. The blonde moaned and moved her boobs around while squeezing and pinching them, experiencing new pleasures with every bit of her breast that she touched. As pleasureful as toying with her breasts was, the tingling in her pussy was calling out to Lindsay harder, but she didn't want to leave one breast unattended while she scratched her lower itch. Lindsay held her right breast up and wrapped her lips not only around her own nipple but also around a large patch of skin surrounding it. Lindsay suckled away at her own enormous melon while her right hand slipped into her shorts.

Since she'd never felt that kind of feeling in her pussy before (the only one that every felt sort of similar to it was when she kissed Tyler), Lindsay had never touched her pussy before. She'd heard from Heather (and from Mr. Hatchet during one of the sex-ed classes he gave the girls while wearing that pink dress and wig) that it felt good to touch it but she'd never tried. As soon as Lindsay lightly stroked her fingers down her lower lips, she agreed with Heather.

The blonde moaned loudly (accidentally dropping her boob from her lips, which she quickly replaced) upon stroking her slit. She continued to do it over and over, running her fingers up and down the moist lips before discovering that she could push them in, which felt a million times better. While she stroked her fingers in and out of herself, Lindsay rubbed the small nub at the top of her pussy (What was it called? Heather told me once...the clitty? Yeah, clitty!). With every hot spot in her body being pleased in some way, Lindsay's brain was overloaded with pleasure until she finally felt the pressure that had been building up in her come to a peak and then suddenly melt down in a blissful dissolve.

She suddenly wondered where General Sherman had gone. (No, not General Sherman...General Sherman had been the Union General who completely destroyed the South's supply lines during the Civil War through his Campaign to the Atlantic...wow, I can't believe I learnt that! I must be getting, like, so smart!) She couldn't quite remember who it was had disappeared, but she was sure thankful for teaching her about General Sherman.