27-09-2020, 08:02 PM
Cheryl, understanding the hint Mr. White was giving her, quickly rushed to the ladies room to see what was wrong with her appearance, if anything. She almost died from embarrassment seeing herself in the mirror and thanked the heavens Mr. White had been such a gentleman warning her before she entered the classroom. Looking in the mirror, her breasts appeared even fuller behind her jacket and her nipples were protruding and visible even under the jacket fabric.
Cheryl splashed some water over her face and tried to pull the jacket forward to reduce the visibility of her protruding nipples, but finally she heard the bell ring and she rushed into her class. Her excitement as she opened the door was filled with a little dismay as there was a giant grotesque picture of a male penis on the chalkboard covered by what looked like a lot of pubic hair. Someone, she couldn't tell who, from the back of the room snickered, "Wait a minute, it isn't the hairy schlong (clearly a reference to the former teacher Sharice Long) but it is something much better."
Cheryl remembered her training, and went to the board, and erased the vulgar picture to the groans and awws.. of the class, and wrote her name on the board. She then turned to the class and said, "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Thomson." to which no one heard as they were still maintaining conversations among themselves about the picture, their summer, and other things. Cheryl repeated, "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Thomson." again to a class that was clearly ignoring her. Just then, she saw Claude through the window on the classroom door and he clearly saw the frustration on her face as well as her continuing protruding nipples under her jacket and shirt.
Claude opened the door, and cleared his throat, and the class instantly quieted down. He then gave a warning, "You pay this lady good attention, you hear?" to the class. Cheryl smiled at Claude and mouthed a "Thank you," as he turned and left. She then turned to the class and began teaching her lessons. Although she felt flush, she was able to continue lecturing. However, every time she turned to speak to a student, his eyes kept bobbing from her face to her breasts and back to her face. Sometimes, not even making it back up to her face but just staring at her breasts. Also adding to the embarrassment was the fact that her nipples were still extended a little bit and were very sensitive. Every time she turned, she felt a rush of pleasure down her body.
Claude went back to his office and turned to the video screen filming Mrs. Thomson's class. He also reached into his desk for a feather and the voodoo doll he created of Cheryl Thomson. He saw the struggle she was already having with her nipples extended sexually, and smiled as he felt like adding another sensation to the mix. He held the doll vertically and brushed the feather between the doll's legs.
Cheryl's knees buckled under her and she collapsed against the board. A jolt of electricity just shot up her body from her pussy to meet the jolts of electricity going down her body from her nipples. Her face and breasts and the whole front of her jacket smeared against the chalk covered board during the time her knees buckled. When she turned again to face the class, she saw giggling and heard snickers from the students as she knew her face was covered with white powder from the chalk as well as the whole lapel and front of her jacket was also covered. She felt relief for an instant as the bell to end class rang and the students filed out of the room, but that relief was suddenly replaced by panic when she saw Mr. White in the doorway to her class looking at her with a concerned face.
"Are you ok Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White in the best imitation of concerned that he could muster.
"Yes, yes, Mr. White," replied Cheryl although she was clearly not alright but trying her best to give a good impression.
"Your jacket, and your blouse, as well as your face, they're covered in chalk," stated Mr. White observantly.
"I'm sorry Mr. White," answered Cheryl, "during class I stumbled against the chalkboard. I don't know what happened," she said apologetically.
"Here," said Mr. White, extending his hand for the jacket, "give me your jacket. I think I have one that will fit while I get this one cleaned up a bit for your next class. Go wash your face in the restroom too if you'd like," continued Mr. White helpfully.
Cheryl went to the ladies room and turned on the sink to splash water on her her face quickly so she could get back to class. She looked back up into the mirror and almost cried out in dismay as the upper portion of her white blouse had gotten wet and was sticking to her upper chest almost transparently. Luckily she had on a bra, but she clearly had to wait for Mr. Jones and the jacket now. She stood at the door inside the ladies room waiting for him with the door cracked open.
Mr. White, seeing Cheryl, approached her with a different jacket and asked if she could try it on. Cheryl was able to reach back difficultly and get her arms into the arms of the jacket extending her breasts forward a great deal to Mr. White's enjoyment. Once she had the jacket on, it was clearly small and almost forced her to stand in a manner pushing her breasts out. In addition to that, it didn't cover much of the wetness of the blouse that was now transparent. Cheryl was very embarrassed. Mr. White said comfortingly, "I'm sure the students will understand and he opened the door into her classroom to which she entered."
She walked to her desk, her arms somewhat pinned behind her in the tight jacket, and realized sitting down might rip the jacket so she stood. She looked at the class schedule and saw this was a language course, but she had no idea on the language itself. Why would Mr. White put her in this class? There was a note on the syllabus which she quickly picked up, it was from Mr. White.
I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, but I need you to teach this class. Don't worry about the translation and the pronunciation is mostly as written. Just read the areas highlighted for you. It is for a ceremony later in the month of which you probably will not have to attend but the students need practice. I really appreciate this, and after this, I think you can take a rest for the next two class periods. I don't want you to overheat on your first day.
-Mr. White
She picked up the paper and scanned it over. It was clearly a ceremony with words, then insertion of names, and definitely in a language she didn't know, being from the Midwest prior to moving to Potoxy, Georgia. Well, she thought, Mr. White has been so helpful on this dreadful first day, I may as well try my best.
"Hello class," started Cheryl, "I am going to be a practice speaker for your ceremony today." Cheryl was pleasantly surprised when a few cheers and hoorays went up with her timid statement. She looked up and saw this class paying attention much better than the previous class, but then also wondered if they were just staring at her breasts which were being pushed out by the jacket. One of the students raised his hand, "Yes, um... I don't know your name yet."
"It is Travis, but my ceremonial name is Jeyan Kok Wa. Since this is practice for the ceremony, should we practice using our ceremonial names?" asked the student politely. The young man was also African-American but not intimidating like the three black boys she met on the way into the college nor a giant like Claude.
"Since this is for the ceremony," thought Cheryl aloud so she said it as she thought it, "we may as well go through the ceremonial names. But I want to learn your other names as well, maybe we go over the other names in a future class."
She went around the room and most of the names of all the black students ended in Kok Wa or Chef Pwens, while the white students had names ending in Bebe Kok. She knew she would never remember all of the specific names so she asked if she could just call the African American students Kok Wa and the white students Bebe Kok. The black students all nodded in agreement enthusiastically while the white students agreed begrudgingly.
"Ok then," started Cheryl as she began reading down the page to begin her lines, "mwen, Cheryl Thomson..." and just then the door opened and Mr. White entered quickly carrying what appeared to be a dark brown/almost black wooden flute. He quickly interrupted...
"Mrs. Thomson," holding out the wooden object, "the ceremony requires the use of the traditional pipe, and while this may just be practice, could you try it?" he asked.
Cheryl took the traditional pipe from Mr. White and stared at it. It was about a foot and a half long, very thick in diameter and narrowed in a rounded edge on one side with a ridge about two inches above that.
Mr. White continued, "Since we cannot smoke in college, I've put a liquid in the end of the pipe so you can practice the puffing motion, is that ok Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White. The ceremony requires a puff for each of the inductees here, and he pointed towards the black students.
"So, I will puff for each of the Kok Wa students," as she nodded towards the black students, "but what about the Bebe Kok students Mr. White?" inquired Cheryl, as she pointed towards the two white students.
"Ah yes," answered Mr. White as he tried not to laugh as the translation of 'Kok Wa' was cock king and 'Bebe Kok' was baby cock, "the um... Bebe Kok students will be here to support you if needed." He quickly maintained a straight face and exited the room before he burst out laughing at the naivety of Cheryl. The potency of Claude as well as the events of the day so far must have really affected her resolve. He peeked in the window and saw the students moving eight desks into a large circle surrounding a single chair in the center.
Meanwhile, in the city center at Rob Thomson's new office, Rob couldn't be happier. His new traders were bringing him information on trades that were new strategies he didn't know about, but they needed short-term funding and he was already up nearly a quarter of a million dollars on his first day. This was unbelievable, and they were a lot cheaper than his northern office as well. Rob was addicted to success and this quick success was an adrenaline rush he was just getting started on.
"Hmmm...", thought Rob, "I wonder if I can set up multiple shifts in the day to keep this success going round the clock." He spoke with one of the managers who told him anything was possible and the money would keep rolling in.
Cheryl took the smaller end of the pipe and tried to stretch her mouth around it to no avail. It was just too big. The student, Jeyan Kok Wa, told her to wait, that the ceremony would clear everything and make things right according to tradition. "As a matter of fact, it is now time to begin the readings."
Cheryl was still in a bit of a haze, topped off with the fact she was embarrassed as well as uncomfortable about the jacket pinning her arms back causing her to shove her breasts forward. She thought, I'm never going to be able to relax with this jacket on. "Boys, I'm a bit embarrassed, but would it be ok if I took off this jacket?" she asked as she looked and her shirt was mostly dry.
One of the other Kok Wa students replied quickly, "Ma'am, we want and need you to be comfortable, so please do what you need. We really appreciate your help on this ceremony. It is a big deal for us."
Cheryl removed her jacket and put it on the back of her chair. She looked down and could see some skin and her bra was visible under her shirt, but figured it didn't show anything a bikini didn't show. At least the black students were behaving maturely although the two white boys acted like children.
Cheryl sat down and already began apologizing, saying, "Please forgive if I don't pronounce these words correctly."
Jeyan Kok Wa smiled, and said, "You are forgiven souyon mwen, but let us now try to do everything by the script."
Cheryl read the instructions, she was to say her line, then place the pipe to her mouth, an puff the smoke. Wait a minute, down below were instructions for if indoors and no smoking, to press a button and pull the pipe forward one layer as it folds in on itself eight times like a reverse telescope and liquid will come out.
Everyone was staring at Cheryl, waiting for her to speak, she finally lifted the pipe and said, "Mwen, Cheryl Thomson, volontè yo dwe yon souyon kòk chante nwa," and she placed the pipe at her mouth, pressed the button and pulled back one level. A thick substance similar to the milk in her coffee filled her mouth, she tried desperately to swallow it all but some dripped out her lips down her chin.
Jeyan Kok Wa lowered his hand, and then raised it, and the eight black boys said in unison, "Nou akeyi ou kòm yon Cheryl Thomson jennès."
Cheryl read the next instructions, worried she will again have to drink that fluid, but she wanted to do her best, "Kijan mwen kapab mèt jennès ou a?" and she again pressed the hole of the pipe at her mouth and pressed the button and the thick milky substance shot into her mouth as much as she could swallow as the reverse telescope closed in another layer. She tried to slow down the rate of ejection, but it was still too fast for her and a lot ended up dripping down her chin and neck.
A complete fogginess similar to the fogginess she felt earlier in the morning came over Cheryl. Her jaw drooped and her eyes glazed over. The pipe was beginning to slip out of Cheryl's hands when Jeyan Kok Wa came forward and stood in front of her and held the pipe so it was at her lips. He began chanting, "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen," and the group around the circle repeated "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen!" Jeyan pushed the wooden pipe forward and to Cheryl's amazement and dismay, her mouth stretched around the very wide object and the first two inches of the pipe slid into her mouth.
Cheryl heard the click of the button and knew what was coming, as she felt stream after stream of the milky substance enter her mouth. She tried to gulp, she started to choke, tears were coming out of her eyes, until he body just spasmed and she half swallowed and felt a liquid dripping from her nose.
This was crazy. She needed to get out of there, but although her mind was saying that to herself, her body wasn't responding and now she felt the two white boys holding her arms out to her sides, and leaning her forward to create more of an opening in her throat.
Cheryl was in disbelief as she felt the pipe go deeper into her throat, so much so that the liquid pumping out went straight to her stomach without her even having to swallow. The process continued with more fluid pumping out into her stomach as the button kept being pressed.
Finally, the boys all stood and began clapping and bowing before Cheryl. She had never been so out of it as she was just then, but she got caught up in the moment and clapped with the boys, albeit a bit dazed. Jeyan came forward with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you so much Mrs. Thomson!!! You are an inspiration and so unexpectedly great!"
While Cheryl wanted to feel disgust with how she looked and felt as the fluid was bloating her stomach and she wore quite a bit of it on her face, neck, and shirt, the excitement and gratitude of the boys was helping her to feel safe. She had felt like a failure so far this day, and while it ended somewhat messy, it was clearly a success.
Cheryl went to the ladies room. Time seemed to have flown by as the college, except for her and the boys, was empty. She just took her shirt off and rinsed it and squeezed what water she could out of it and put it back on, knowing it was now completely see-through. She looked out the ladies room door and was grateful her jacket was there, still a little dusty but good enough to wear home.
Cheryl put on her jacket and went out to her car. "What in the hell happened to me today?" thought Cheryl. "Can I really handle teaching at this college?"Just then she looked at her phone seeing two missed calls from Rob and one voicemail.
"Hi honey, it is me," she heard Rob's voice, "I'm having an amazing trading day and may not be home until very late tonight. Don't wait up for me."
Cheryl herself was exhausted and couldn't wait up for Rob even if she wanted. She wasn't even hungry from all the fluid she felt pumped into her stomach. "Well," thought Cheryl, "let's get cleaned up, my clothes to the cleaners, and to sleep."
Cheryl splashed some water over her face and tried to pull the jacket forward to reduce the visibility of her protruding nipples, but finally she heard the bell ring and she rushed into her class. Her excitement as she opened the door was filled with a little dismay as there was a giant grotesque picture of a male penis on the chalkboard covered by what looked like a lot of pubic hair. Someone, she couldn't tell who, from the back of the room snickered, "Wait a minute, it isn't the hairy schlong (clearly a reference to the former teacher Sharice Long) but it is something much better."
Cheryl remembered her training, and went to the board, and erased the vulgar picture to the groans and awws.. of the class, and wrote her name on the board. She then turned to the class and said, "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Thomson." to which no one heard as they were still maintaining conversations among themselves about the picture, their summer, and other things. Cheryl repeated, "Hello class, my name is Mrs. Thomson." again to a class that was clearly ignoring her. Just then, she saw Claude through the window on the classroom door and he clearly saw the frustration on her face as well as her continuing protruding nipples under her jacket and shirt.
Claude opened the door, and cleared his throat, and the class instantly quieted down. He then gave a warning, "You pay this lady good attention, you hear?" to the class. Cheryl smiled at Claude and mouthed a "Thank you," as he turned and left. She then turned to the class and began teaching her lessons. Although she felt flush, she was able to continue lecturing. However, every time she turned to speak to a student, his eyes kept bobbing from her face to her breasts and back to her face. Sometimes, not even making it back up to her face but just staring at her breasts. Also adding to the embarrassment was the fact that her nipples were still extended a little bit and were very sensitive. Every time she turned, she felt a rush of pleasure down her body.
Claude went back to his office and turned to the video screen filming Mrs. Thomson's class. He also reached into his desk for a feather and the voodoo doll he created of Cheryl Thomson. He saw the struggle she was already having with her nipples extended sexually, and smiled as he felt like adding another sensation to the mix. He held the doll vertically and brushed the feather between the doll's legs.
Cheryl's knees buckled under her and she collapsed against the board. A jolt of electricity just shot up her body from her pussy to meet the jolts of electricity going down her body from her nipples. Her face and breasts and the whole front of her jacket smeared against the chalk covered board during the time her knees buckled. When she turned again to face the class, she saw giggling and heard snickers from the students as she knew her face was covered with white powder from the chalk as well as the whole lapel and front of her jacket was also covered. She felt relief for an instant as the bell to end class rang and the students filed out of the room, but that relief was suddenly replaced by panic when she saw Mr. White in the doorway to her class looking at her with a concerned face.
"Are you ok Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White in the best imitation of concerned that he could muster.
"Yes, yes, Mr. White," replied Cheryl although she was clearly not alright but trying her best to give a good impression.
"Your jacket, and your blouse, as well as your face, they're covered in chalk," stated Mr. White observantly.
"I'm sorry Mr. White," answered Cheryl, "during class I stumbled against the chalkboard. I don't know what happened," she said apologetically.
"Here," said Mr. White, extending his hand for the jacket, "give me your jacket. I think I have one that will fit while I get this one cleaned up a bit for your next class. Go wash your face in the restroom too if you'd like," continued Mr. White helpfully.
Cheryl went to the ladies room and turned on the sink to splash water on her her face quickly so she could get back to class. She looked back up into the mirror and almost cried out in dismay as the upper portion of her white blouse had gotten wet and was sticking to her upper chest almost transparently. Luckily she had on a bra, but she clearly had to wait for Mr. Jones and the jacket now. She stood at the door inside the ladies room waiting for him with the door cracked open.
Mr. White, seeing Cheryl, approached her with a different jacket and asked if she could try it on. Cheryl was able to reach back difficultly and get her arms into the arms of the jacket extending her breasts forward a great deal to Mr. White's enjoyment. Once she had the jacket on, it was clearly small and almost forced her to stand in a manner pushing her breasts out. In addition to that, it didn't cover much of the wetness of the blouse that was now transparent. Cheryl was very embarrassed. Mr. White said comfortingly, "I'm sure the students will understand and he opened the door into her classroom to which she entered."
She walked to her desk, her arms somewhat pinned behind her in the tight jacket, and realized sitting down might rip the jacket so she stood. She looked at the class schedule and saw this was a language course, but she had no idea on the language itself. Why would Mr. White put her in this class? There was a note on the syllabus which she quickly picked up, it was from Mr. White.
I'm sorry Mrs. Thomson, but I need you to teach this class. Don't worry about the translation and the pronunciation is mostly as written. Just read the areas highlighted for you. It is for a ceremony later in the month of which you probably will not have to attend but the students need practice. I really appreciate this, and after this, I think you can take a rest for the next two class periods. I don't want you to overheat on your first day.
-Mr. White
She picked up the paper and scanned it over. It was clearly a ceremony with words, then insertion of names, and definitely in a language she didn't know, being from the Midwest prior to moving to Potoxy, Georgia. Well, she thought, Mr. White has been so helpful on this dreadful first day, I may as well try my best.
"Hello class," started Cheryl, "I am going to be a practice speaker for your ceremony today." Cheryl was pleasantly surprised when a few cheers and hoorays went up with her timid statement. She looked up and saw this class paying attention much better than the previous class, but then also wondered if they were just staring at her breasts which were being pushed out by the jacket. One of the students raised his hand, "Yes, um... I don't know your name yet."
"It is Travis, but my ceremonial name is Jeyan Kok Wa. Since this is practice for the ceremony, should we practice using our ceremonial names?" asked the student politely. The young man was also African-American but not intimidating like the three black boys she met on the way into the college nor a giant like Claude.
"Since this is for the ceremony," thought Cheryl aloud so she said it as she thought it, "we may as well go through the ceremonial names. But I want to learn your other names as well, maybe we go over the other names in a future class."
She went around the room and most of the names of all the black students ended in Kok Wa or Chef Pwens, while the white students had names ending in Bebe Kok. She knew she would never remember all of the specific names so she asked if she could just call the African American students Kok Wa and the white students Bebe Kok. The black students all nodded in agreement enthusiastically while the white students agreed begrudgingly.
"Ok then," started Cheryl as she began reading down the page to begin her lines, "mwen, Cheryl Thomson..." and just then the door opened and Mr. White entered quickly carrying what appeared to be a dark brown/almost black wooden flute. He quickly interrupted...
"Mrs. Thomson," holding out the wooden object, "the ceremony requires the use of the traditional pipe, and while this may just be practice, could you try it?" he asked.
Cheryl took the traditional pipe from Mr. White and stared at it. It was about a foot and a half long, very thick in diameter and narrowed in a rounded edge on one side with a ridge about two inches above that.
Mr. White continued, "Since we cannot smoke in college, I've put a liquid in the end of the pipe so you can practice the puffing motion, is that ok Mrs. Thomson?" asked Mr. White. The ceremony requires a puff for each of the inductees here, and he pointed towards the black students.
"So, I will puff for each of the Kok Wa students," as she nodded towards the black students, "but what about the Bebe Kok students Mr. White?" inquired Cheryl, as she pointed towards the two white students.
"Ah yes," answered Mr. White as he tried not to laugh as the translation of 'Kok Wa' was cock king and 'Bebe Kok' was baby cock, "the um... Bebe Kok students will be here to support you if needed." He quickly maintained a straight face and exited the room before he burst out laughing at the naivety of Cheryl. The potency of Claude as well as the events of the day so far must have really affected her resolve. He peeked in the window and saw the students moving eight desks into a large circle surrounding a single chair in the center.
Meanwhile, in the city center at Rob Thomson's new office, Rob couldn't be happier. His new traders were bringing him information on trades that were new strategies he didn't know about, but they needed short-term funding and he was already up nearly a quarter of a million dollars on his first day. This was unbelievable, and they were a lot cheaper than his northern office as well. Rob was addicted to success and this quick success was an adrenaline rush he was just getting started on.
"Hmmm...", thought Rob, "I wonder if I can set up multiple shifts in the day to keep this success going round the clock." He spoke with one of the managers who told him anything was possible and the money would keep rolling in.
Cheryl took the smaller end of the pipe and tried to stretch her mouth around it to no avail. It was just too big. The student, Jeyan Kok Wa, told her to wait, that the ceremony would clear everything and make things right according to tradition. "As a matter of fact, it is now time to begin the readings."
Cheryl was still in a bit of a haze, topped off with the fact she was embarrassed as well as uncomfortable about the jacket pinning her arms back causing her to shove her breasts forward. She thought, I'm never going to be able to relax with this jacket on. "Boys, I'm a bit embarrassed, but would it be ok if I took off this jacket?" she asked as she looked and her shirt was mostly dry.
One of the other Kok Wa students replied quickly, "Ma'am, we want and need you to be comfortable, so please do what you need. We really appreciate your help on this ceremony. It is a big deal for us."
Cheryl removed her jacket and put it on the back of her chair. She looked down and could see some skin and her bra was visible under her shirt, but figured it didn't show anything a bikini didn't show. At least the black students were behaving maturely although the two white boys acted like children.
Cheryl sat down and already began apologizing, saying, "Please forgive if I don't pronounce these words correctly."
Jeyan Kok Wa smiled, and said, "You are forgiven souyon mwen, but let us now try to do everything by the script."
Cheryl read the instructions, she was to say her line, then place the pipe to her mouth, an puff the smoke. Wait a minute, down below were instructions for if indoors and no smoking, to press a button and pull the pipe forward one layer as it folds in on itself eight times like a reverse telescope and liquid will come out.
Everyone was staring at Cheryl, waiting for her to speak, she finally lifted the pipe and said, "Mwen, Cheryl Thomson, volontè yo dwe yon souyon kòk chante nwa," and she placed the pipe at her mouth, pressed the button and pulled back one level. A thick substance similar to the milk in her coffee filled her mouth, she tried desperately to swallow it all but some dripped out her lips down her chin.
Jeyan Kok Wa lowered his hand, and then raised it, and the eight black boys said in unison, "Nou akeyi ou kòm yon Cheryl Thomson jennès."
Cheryl read the next instructions, worried she will again have to drink that fluid, but she wanted to do her best, "Kijan mwen kapab mèt jennès ou a?" and she again pressed the hole of the pipe at her mouth and pressed the button and the thick milky substance shot into her mouth as much as she could swallow as the reverse telescope closed in another layer. She tried to slow down the rate of ejection, but it was still too fast for her and a lot ended up dripping down her chin and neck.
A complete fogginess similar to the fogginess she felt earlier in the morning came over Cheryl. Her jaw drooped and her eyes glazed over. The pipe was beginning to slip out of Cheryl's hands when Jeyan Kok Wa came forward and stood in front of her and held the pipe so it was at her lips. He began chanting, "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen," and the group around the circle repeated "Cheryl Thomson ye Ghede ah kok renmen!" Jeyan pushed the wooden pipe forward and to Cheryl's amazement and dismay, her mouth stretched around the very wide object and the first two inches of the pipe slid into her mouth.
Cheryl heard the click of the button and knew what was coming, as she felt stream after stream of the milky substance enter her mouth. She tried to gulp, she started to choke, tears were coming out of her eyes, until he body just spasmed and she half swallowed and felt a liquid dripping from her nose.
This was crazy. She needed to get out of there, but although her mind was saying that to herself, her body wasn't responding and now she felt the two white boys holding her arms out to her sides, and leaning her forward to create more of an opening in her throat.
Cheryl was in disbelief as she felt the pipe go deeper into her throat, so much so that the liquid pumping out went straight to her stomach without her even having to swallow. The process continued with more fluid pumping out into her stomach as the button kept being pressed.
Finally, the boys all stood and began clapping and bowing before Cheryl. She had never been so out of it as she was just then, but she got caught up in the moment and clapped with the boys, albeit a bit dazed. Jeyan came forward with tears in his eyes and said, "Thank you so much Mrs. Thomson!!! You are an inspiration and so unexpectedly great!"
While Cheryl wanted to feel disgust with how she looked and felt as the fluid was bloating her stomach and she wore quite a bit of it on her face, neck, and shirt, the excitement and gratitude of the boys was helping her to feel safe. She had felt like a failure so far this day, and while it ended somewhat messy, it was clearly a success.
Cheryl went to the ladies room. Time seemed to have flown by as the college, except for her and the boys, was empty. She just took her shirt off and rinsed it and squeezed what water she could out of it and put it back on, knowing it was now completely see-through. She looked out the ladies room door and was grateful her jacket was there, still a little dusty but good enough to wear home.
Cheryl put on her jacket and went out to her car. "What in the hell happened to me today?" thought Cheryl. "Can I really handle teaching at this college?"Just then she looked at her phone seeing two missed calls from Rob and one voicemail.
"Hi honey, it is me," she heard Rob's voice, "I'm having an amazing trading day and may not be home until very late tonight. Don't wait up for me."
Cheryl herself was exhausted and couldn't wait up for Rob even if she wanted. She wasn't even hungry from all the fluid she felt pumped into her stomach. "Well," thought Cheryl, "let's get cleaned up, my clothes to the cleaners, and to sleep."
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