Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 256/ 6: A Weird Day

The door was closing as I got to class, and the teacher was glaring at me. When I parked my perfect ass at my desk, the teacher was already starting the lesson, and I was quickly whipping out my notes. I was in deep after a few seconds, and the teacher was really annoying by the middle of the class, giving out three homework assignments that they expected to be done by tomorrow. Most of the questions were from the textbook, and one was supposed to be a research assignment.

It was annoying, but I had already studied this stuff. Now, it was just earning the credit, so I set to work. I got deep into it and started to hum as I worked on everything. The class trucked on as students talked to each other, and some moved to help each other. The class got louder and louder as I continued to work. The research assignment was something, but I completed it quickly, needing only a few minutes on my phone to cite my sources and finish some quotes. With a large grin on my face, I got up, collected my things, and greeted the Teacher.

"Hey, I was wondering if I could leave a bit early if I finish the homework?" I asked without preamble. 

"Sure, but that includes the research assignment," The Teacher replied, not looking up. I grinned, putting my work before them. "What's this?" the teacher asked a second later.

"My homework is complete, including the research portion."

The Teacher looked at me and frowned, "Oh, I can't believe I didn't recognize your voice." The Teacher said, "Let me see, Angela." Then the teacher picked up my work and skimmed through it, and they sighed. "Go. Don't show up tomorrow either."

"Can I get that in writing?" I replied, wondering why teachers wanted me to have days off from their classes.

"Fine," The teacher said, grabbing a notepad and making a quick note, letting me out. I will not lower my marks for missing tomorrow before dating it and signing it. I took it and put it in my bag with my notes and smiled.

"Thank you, but why am I allowed to miss tomorrow," I asked.

"Because you learned the content already. In fact, I am starting to wonder why you are even in my class, Angela. You may be in the higher class, but you already know everything in  this class."

"Need the credit; there is no way to challenge the course," I replied with a shrug.

The Teacher glared at me before nodding. "Fair enough, how about this? Why don't you show me the work you have done on Wednesday, Angela? I mean it, bring it all in and I will go over it. If you have enough done and it's enough marks, I will personally go with you to the principal's office and allow you the credit without showing up to my class."

The offer blew me away, and I looked at the Teacher, startled.

"What?"

"I mean it. Honestly, you may be taking notes and various other things, but if you don't need to be here, it is a waste of your time and my time marking your stuff slowly. It allows me to focus a bit more on the rest of the class."

I shrugged, not knowing what to say; after years of doing the same thing, I was a bit lost on how to react when a teacher offered something like this. I wanted it to happen, though, so I wasn't sure how to react. "O- Okay, I guess that works. Sorry, you seem to have caught me a little off guard."

"Well, I am surprised your other teachers haven't. We chatted a bit earlier, and you came up. You are an excellent student, but you are completely unchallenged. You should already have graduated, in my opinion. You learn and remember things that other students have forgotten. This shows me that you can do that. If your projects and everything you have to show me are right, then all you probably need to do is an exam, which would be in January."

"But what about the things you say in class?" I asked dumbly, still off-guard.

"Then I will give you a general idea of what might be on the exams, and I will ensure there are at least two weeks for you to study and research everything you need," the teacher snapped. "Seriously, why are you here if you are not learning anything?"

Opening and closing my mouth, I did not know how to respond: "Because I need the credit?" I asked the teacher this time, "Seriously, I like working out, so I finish all the homework over the summer, and I can still keep the same routine during the school year." After being taken off guard, I replied a bit more confidently: "Now, with Volleyball and maybe Track in the spring, I see no reason not to continue that lifestyle."

The teacher looked at me and sighed, "I will talk to your other teachers and see if we can arrange something. Go," the teacher said, pointing at the door. I will talk to you on Wednesday."

I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the classroom. Feeling odd, I closed the door behind me. I looked at the door, and I could not help myself, "What the fuck was that?" I asked. "Did that just happen?"

I started to walk down the hallway, but I was just lost for a bit. What would I do if I did not have a third period? Should I leave school for a bit? Wait, I could practice more volleyball. I could start structuring my life more around sports activities. Make things more and more centered around the lifestyle that I should adopt. I could still show up in the mornings. Run to Sensei's Gym, then practice and work out. I could even get some training and fights. That would take all my teachers doing the same.

What would that look like?

My thoughts were interrupted as I pushed open the door to see Nelson sighing with a mop and him now staring at me. "Look, The culprit," Nelson said with a chuckle, "Coming to clean up?" Nelson asked.

"Well, yeah, a bit." I lied. "It was just a quiet place for me to think, and I was dismissed from class a bit early, so I thought I could change and then go talk to my teacher," I replied with a small smile.

"Ah, so you are just here to do the latter, then," he said with a smile. I thought that you coming to clean up after yourself was a pipe dream. It's good to see I am not wrong."

"Well, I will just change in the showers," I said, walking around him, and he laughed.

"Oh, Fuck no, I am not going to be in here while a girl changes; I am fucking out," The older man said and grabbed his shit to leave. He was out before I could even say anything else, and I could only chuckle and begin to strip. 

It did not take me long to get naked and change into my gym clothes and grab my shit before leaving. The bell rang just as I was getting to the door, and I walked out of the room. Walking down the hallway, I heard the boys just as they began to flood out into the hallway and toward the male locker room. One of the boys moved straight at me with a smirk on their face, and I knew what was about to happen before it did.

The guy came at me with his shoulder ready to clash into me, and it was even aimed at my breasts. My eyes narrowed, and I walked forward and wondered how he was going to like what was about to happen to him. At that moment, his shoulder hit me. It was like he hit a brick wall of flesh, and I walked on, smashing him back into the group of boys leaving the gym, and he cried out, "AH!" In surprise and a couple of the boys grabbed him as he fell back, ensuring he did not hit the floor.

"Watch where you are going, dipshit," I said blandly but loud enough that the boys who just went quiet could all hear me.

"Fuck you, Dick girl," I heard a boy yell back at me.

"At least my dick can pleasure a bitch, unlike your tiny prick. Guarantee that you would lose in a comparison game," I snapped back, turning around to look at the group of senior boys. 

"Oooooh, Greg! She called you out!" Some other boy said, and I chuckled.

"Come on, Greg, Whip your cock out and see if it is bigger than Dick Girl when flaccid."

"This sounds like an excuse for you to get to see my cock since you are all so interested," I snapped back, not wanting to stand down.

"Fuck you," The boy snapped back and stepped forward so I could tell who it was. The boy looked to be in decent shape, and I could see the tone of his muscles. This guy was in good shape, but I had no idea who the fuck he was. He had a cocky expression, and his brown hair was in spikes, but there was not a trace of hair on his face at this moment. He was just a bit taller than me, too. He was a tall-looking athlete and grinned, "You like what you see?" The guy asked, noticing I was checking him out a bit.

"You got a bit of muscle, but you don't use the one at the top enough," I quipped back.

He chuckled, "You know, I am new here," he said with a grin, "Just transferred in, and I heard of this Infamous Dick girl. But with all those girly fucking Periods and hormones, I bet it is just a large little clitty." He said with a grin, clearly trying to antagonize me.

"Oh, is that so?" I replied with a grin, "Then I got a game for you," I said with my grin growing larger and more sadistic, "We walk into that men's changing room, and I will whip out my cock, and you will whip out yours. If your flaccid cock is larger than mine, I will be your bitch for a month. No matter where or when you call, I will be there, except for school and work. Other than that, I will be all yours. But if my flaccid cock is smaller than yours, then," I grinned, "You become my breeding bitch just the same for a month. No matter where or when outside of school or your job, you must currently have," I added quickly. "Do you accept these terms?" I asked, knowing I would not have time to properly put him in his place.

"Do it, Greg!" A bunch of the boys egged him on, clearly excited about the bet, and I could see his smile grow.

Greg grinned, clearly confident in his size, "How could I give up a clear, easy bet? Sure, I could use a cum dumpster," He grinned, "what if you get pregnant?" he asked quickly, and the boys around us started to laugh.

"I will have to go through with it and give birth and no responsibility to you." I replied with a sadistic smile, "But for that, you have to offer something greater since you can't get preggo."

"What do you want in return, then?" Greg asked.

"You want me to up the stakes? Okay," I grinned, "Then you become a shemale slut for me. No Sissy bitch or cross-dressing. You will start HORMONE BLOCKERS and HRT.

"No fucking way," Greg replied with a weird expression that I did not understand. The words and expressions did not line up with me.

"Then I will abort if you get me preggo," I replied with a shrug, and I could see him look around at the boys and what they said.

"Then let's head inside and compare Slut," Greg said finally, and I grinned and followed the boys into the locker room. The smell was full of sweat, which reminded me of the gym. I felt like it had been forever since I went. 

The boys moved around, and Greg and I were surrounded by the boys. I grinned, "Okay, WWE is here; last chance to change your mind on the bet," I said with a massive smile of self-confidence, and he shook his head and dropped his pants.

"Why, I have a massive Nine-inch cock when hard and four inches when flaccid! I have never lost a comparison!" Greg announced, and the laughter started. I pulled down my pants just enough to show my massive bulge, and Greg's face started to blank and drain blood before I pulled out my massive Futanari girl cock that easily beat his cock in size, and I chuckled.

"Four Inches," I said with my flaccid cock easily larger than his, "I am almost double that, GREG!" I announced, and the boys were already laughing. "Your classmates just fucked you over, dumbass; they all know I have a massive cock!" I yelled at him, making the boys laugh even louder as his face drained of blood as he looked at my cock. "My cock is so fucking big sometimes. If I get even a little hard, it pushes against my skirt, and people can see it. How the fuck do you think everyone here knows I have a cock!" I shouted, pushing reality into Greg's face.

"B- but you have estrogen in your body," Greg said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, and fucking F cup tits! I also have more testosterones in my body!" I shouted, "My cock and balls are almost one HUNDRED percent larger than you!"

"NO! That is a toy!" Greg suddenly said, and the boys were all laughing at this guy's misfortune. I shook my head and pulled down my panties, stepped forward and grabbed his hand, and brought it to the base of my cock.

"Come on, Touch it, Your about to learn all about this cock," I sneered, and he started to touch around the base of my cock and pulled on it with a blank expression, and I knew this young man was begging to find out my cock was a toy.

"No, NO, NO!"

"A bet is a bet," I said, slapping his hand away as he pulled on my balls a little roughly, and I stepped back and put my cock and balls back into my panties. "ANY ONE OF YOU HAVE MY NUMBER?" I asked into the group of boys.

"I do, Angela!" One of them shouted, "From last year in Civics Class, that group project, I kind of forgot to delete your contact like you asked." 

"Make sure you get him to call me or text me. I will not accept someone running from a bet." I said, walking out of the locker room, leaving Greg with his cock out and a pale face staring at his hand. The moment the door closed, the laughter burst out, and I rolled my eyes.

I felt good standing up for myself, and I could care less if I showed my dick to a group of young men. They all already knew I had a cock, and I had a couple of slip-ups getting hard because of hormones in the past couple of years. I frowned as I made my way inside the gym, tossing my backpack into the corner, and walking over to Mr. Trimmers and Mrs. Grendier's office.

I knocked on the door and heard Mr. Trimmers call me in. When I opened the door, I saw Mrs. Grendier and Mr. Trimmers both at their desks working. They both looked up and smiled as I walked into the room. "Hello, I was wondering," I blushed a little, asking so forwardly, "Do either of you know a scout for Horizon University?" I asked.

"The School Alex was scouted for?" Mrs. Grendier asked.

"Yeah, I want to make a beach Volleyball pairing with her to go pro, but being in the same school would help a lot." I replied confidently, "I will apply academically as well."

Mrs. Grendier smiled, "They have a good track team, too. Their coach has made an Olympian or two, although it has been about a decade since the last one. I do have one contact, so let me see what I can do. Also, can you start to set up the Volleyball nets? I want to split it up into two sides today. Practice is going to be hard on all of you today," Mrs. Grendier said with a small smile, and I nodded.

"Sure, I will stretch and run a dozen laps after," I said and turned to walk out of the office without another word. I went to the storage room and started to pull everything out and set things up. It took me a bit, and Mr. Trimmers came out and gathered my class to head outside. They were about to play soccer, which made me a little jealous, but I changed sports now.

Mrs. Grendier joined me a couple of minutes later, allowing me to start my laps around the gym. My mind was trying very hard not to think about what a fucked up day today had been.

It was proving a challenge.