Chapter XII: Some Helpful Guidance from Friends

Rachel and Kuki bounced happily along the hallway, Harvey struggling to keep up with them despite the rather distinct advantage he had with his athleticism and the ridiculous size of his sisters' badonkadonk. "Sis?" Harvey asked as he did his best to keep up with hyperthicc sister without needing to hold her hand like he had to when he was little. "Why are you and Kuki so excited?" He asked, hardly winded by the more rapid movement, moreso surprised, since he'd always figured that someone with Rachel's measurements (which seemed to have increased since the recent schoolyear started) wouldn't be able to move as fast as she was. And he was told that Kuki had a borderline psychotic need to be polite to her friends, so she would keep up with her even if it would make her late for class.

"Oh, class sign-up is a big day here at McClintock, little bro!" Rachel exclaimed cheerfully. All Harvey could do is shrug in response to this. After all, from what he's seen so far with all the mutants in this school, this place was home to a vast infinitude of different ideals that challenged Harvey's models of thinking. If signing up for classes was such a big deal to prior students like his big sister, then surely he shouldn't complain about hers and Storm's overexcitement. Harvey followed Rachel and Kuki through corridor after corridor before they arrived in a massive room that seemed roomy enough to fit the large number of tables that lay before them. Harvey counted at least a hundred tables, maybe more, each occupied with what Harvey assumed to be a teacher, some of them noticeably overweight.

"Well, are you impressed?" Rachel asked ever so cheerfully, the early morning not inhibiting her overlying chipper kindness, nor the love she held for her brother. "These are all the teachers who'll be present at the Institute…" Rachel said before rolling her eyes with a wry smile. "Although some are too lazy to show up this early and send their T.A.'s instead…" Rachel said as she let out a soft chuckle. "I learned that the hard way on my first day…" Rachel admitted as she thought back to the day that nowadays brought her so much laughter from retrospect. "Half the people here don't know what they're talking about…" Grabbing Harvey's hand, Rachel began to pull him through the room, Kuki following behind them in hot pursuit.

"Listen to Rachel, she learned from the best, that's me!" Kuki said kindly with the kind of warmth Harvey would get from his mother back home. "Don't worry. She knows what's up…" She said as she slung her arm around Rachel's shoulders. "She made some mistakes at first, but I lead her straight after we got to the sign-ups!" Kuki said excitedly with a wink.

Harvey could only guess what the straight classes were as his sister and her friend guided him through the confusing mess of tables, pulling the poor flustered freshman this way and that.

Rachel tugged at his wrist, chugging forwards in breast-bouncing bounds while Kuki rounded up in the rear. Poor Harvey had never been good in crowds (especially nowadays). Still, the turnout at the Institute's class sign-up day had been large enough to not only intimidate him but also to make him feel like he almost would have instead taken whatever electives were left! There was no space in the crowd; Harvey was continually rubbing elbows with somebody whether he liked it or not.

"Okay, so, we have got to run by Mrs. Jones' table-"

"Which one? We've got two of them…"

"The one whose husband legally changed his name to Bustopher? Y'know, the fun one?"

"Ooh, good call!"

"-and we've got you all signed up for Culinary Arts!"

Harvey made a timid, betrayed squeak that was barely audible over the loud ruckus of the Rubenesque crowd of mutants cowing from one table to the next. His sandy blonde brow furrowed in despair as he desperately weighed the decision as to whether he wanted to speak up or not. He'd come to this freak school to try and make an attempt at readjusting to his life as a mutant and getting a headstart on his craft in Creative Writing! Harvey didn't know diddly squat about cooking.

"U-um!" Harvey piqued, "I-I don't…like cooking though…"

"Pff…" Kuki snorted, rolling her eyes. "Neither does Mrs. Jones."

"B-but…" Harvey said as he began to shrink tightly into himself timidly, "…I-I was hoping that I'd get to do creative writing courses."

"Oh, right, you like to write…" Rachel said as Kuki's head perked up.

"You like writing?" She asked, stepping close to the bucktoothed teen, invading his bubble. "Harvey, that's so cute!"

"Yeah, I love it." He admitted, flashing a smile, "I-it's something I've always wanted to do…be an author, write stories…"

Harvey shriveled into himself like a hermit crab to his shell. A bashful smile spread across his face. The strange sensation of pride began to well up in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't often that he got to discuss the subjects that he held most dear to his heart, but the opportunity was indeed appreciated.

"Aw, damn, bro…" Rachel's expression suddenly fell from the same naughty, well-meaning smile that she'd been wearing all morning to a more mournful expression, "I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that those classes were for at least the ninth graders." Rachel admitted to her little brother as she hugged him close to her prodigious bosom. "I…thought you knew…" She acknowledged as Harvey felt his heart sink deep into his chest as his cautiously bright (but not that bright) expression dimmed a bit more. He looked off to the side, devasted even further by the deferring of his dream, also if it was just for a little bit.

"O-oh…" He whimpered, "I didn't…" Harvey said as tears began escaping from his eyes, and Rachel sensed a potential waterworks situation and did what she thought was the best course of action to make her younger brother feel better. She tightened her grip on him as she hugged him closer to her enormous breasts, eliciting a little squeak from her little brother.

"Hey, don't you worry about it, Harvey!" Rachel chirped as she petted her brother's head, comforting him as she hugged him close to her bosom. "Kuki and I are gonna get you all caught up with the fun classes."

Rachel reaffirmed her stance and placed her hands on her vast hips, puffing her DD-cup breasts out in a display that reminded him of his mother when he was still suckling on her breast milk until she went dry.

"Trust me, bro, you're gonna want all the GPA boosters you can get early on," she said with a laugh, "Things can get pretty crazy around here, so it's good to start with a solid foundation."

"She only says that because she didn't listen to me at her freshman sign-ups."

"HEY!"

Harvey couldn't help but smile as the three of them continued to walk forward. He was feeling only moderately devasted by the fact that he had to wait until he was in the ninth grade to indulge in his love of the literary works of fiction (at least in an academic setting). He at least felt okay in knowing his upcoming classes wouldn't be too difficult.

The only problem was that it became clear that Rachel and Kuki both had vastly different ideas as to what constituted as fun classes.

Kuki wanted to study things like TV History, Internet Memeology, and Pop Culture, while Rachel opted for more traditional courses like Culinary Arts and Home Economics.

Harvey was being pulled into two vastly different directions by his sister and her friend, and he didn't know which one to choose! And as emphatic as his steatopygic sister was about the claim of her method of picking classes being superior, Harvey started thinking that she had forgotten that he had never been a sit on the couch all day kind of guy. Even when he was little and Rachel had to stand in for their mother when it came to feeding him as a baby with mom's refusal to buy formula. Ever since he was little, he'd been a storyteller, very creative and kinesthetic. Rachel's choice of Culinary Arts and Home Economics were the natural choices for her.

"Harvey, if you still want to do Creative Writing when you get to the high school section of the Institute, it'd be important for you to make some friends with people in that part of the school." Rachel offered sagely, "Chances are you'll probably have Ms. Gilligan for that class too, so you'll already know her."

"I had her last year for Home Ec and didn't do shit but bake cupcakes and take notes." Kuki crossed her arms petulantly under her chest.

"You so did not take notes!"

"Okay, but I, like, sure as hell made a lot of cupcakes!" Kuki exclaimed, hands on her hips and sass in her voice.

"Yeah, and they all went straight to my breasts, my butt, and my thighs after they got graded!" Rachel harrumphed, her giant boobs bouncing in the crevice of her arms as she, Harvey, and Kuki walked out of the dome.

"Harvey, I think you would have a lot more fun watching TV and looking up memes with Wally and me all day…" Kuki said as she walked down the hall.

"Ugh, you are such a baby, Storm." Rachel rolled her eyes as her Asian friend stuck out her tongue, "Harvey likes to do things with his mind and his hands! He likes to make things! He's creative! Just like his big sister!" Rachel said as she brought Harvey in for another hug, squeezing the bucktoothed teen tight into the softness of her enormous, ample chest, practically burying his head in her cleavage. Harvey squeaked out a smile as he wrapped his arms around His sister's ample hourglass figure.

"Well... as long as you're happy, I guess." Kuki's expression softened, "And besides, I did hook you up with all the best teachers for your Gen. Ed. courses."

"Thank you so much, guys, I appreciate it." Harvey smiled sheepishly, separating from Rachel, "I-I... I still feel like all of this is so new to me, you know?"

"Of course, it's still new to you—you've only been a mutant for, like, a few days." Kuki snorted, "Now come on. Let's get lunch."

"L-Lunch?" Harvey squeaked, still full from breakfast, yet, oddly, he nearly began salivating at the thought of his next meal, "B-But I..." Harvey started to say before learning that there would be no discussion on that matter. Kuki and Rachel shepherded Harvey down the hall and towards the massive conglomerate that was the Institute's cafeteria for the second time that day, less than three hours after they'd eaten a truly heroic breakfast in preparation for their class sign-up day.

Harvey gulped, his stomach feeling like it was about to turn at the thought of even more food to fill out his uniform while it growled hungrily, demanding to be filled, regardless.