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The windows in Gregg Barnhart's office were open. A white oscillating fan whirred atop a filing cabinet. Papers strewn across the thirtysomething guidance counselor's desk lifted briefly, then fell back into place. Barnhart tugged at the collar of his button-down shirt. It was early August, two weeks before the start of a new school year. And it was hot. "Man, I really wish these cheapskates would shell out some money for air conditioning in here." The tall lanky man griped as he loosened his tie. Leaning forward in his chair, Barnhart glanced at his watch. It was fifteen minutes past two in the afternoon. His next appointment was late. "Typical," he knowingly said aloud. "That kid is always late." Indeed, Mike Milner was noted among the staff at Fulsom High School for his excessive tardiness. The antisocial youngster was a perpetual troublemaker as well. His disruptive behavior caused the boy to spend as much time seated in the principal's office as he did in the classroom. Having barely passed his sophomore year, many on the Fulsom High faculty would question if this student's meeting with the guidance counselor was really necessary. That Milner would flunk out of his junior year seemed an inevitable fact. At 2:28 a thin red haired sixteen year old appeared in the office door. "You're practically thirty minutes late," the guidance counselor pointed out. "My foster mom was waitin' on the car so she could bring me here." The undersized boy shrugged. "Her husband had it." "Umm," Barnhart grunted. "Well, Mike, go ahead and have a seat." With stoic defiance, the teenager ambled into the office and slumped down into one of the two small chairs in front of Gregg's desk. Naturally, it was the seat closest to the door. The boy's legs were sprawled out in front of him. His slight shoulders were pressed far back against the chair. His face was an indifferent mask. It was the best 'I-don't-give-a-shit' posture the youth could manage. Taking into consideration the red haired teenager's diminutive stature and woefully skinny physique, it was amazing that Mike Milner had not been roughed up by any of the larger male students he seemed to take pride in setting himself apart from. "I've been looking over your transcript from last year," Barnhart began. "You had one 'C.' That was in English. All the rest were "D's. And you spent six weeks in summer school to bring your 'F' in geometry up to a passing grade." The man looked across his desk at the youngster. The boy remained impassive. "Six weeks is practically your whole summer. You really don't get much of a vacation that way," The faculty member's voice showed concern. "That's not how you want to spend your next summer, is it Mike?" The youth shrugged. "I don't care," he mumbled. "I don't believe that," Gregg shook his head. "And I think you can do a lot better with just a little motivation." The man opened a manila folder lying upon his desktop. "Looking here, you obviously did quite well in school up until the fourth grade," Barnhart commented. He offered an old report card for the teen's viewing. Milner made no move to survey the document's contents. "What happened, Mike? Your grades and your conduct have gotten steadily worse over the last few years." "I don't like school, that's all," Milner stated curtly. "The teachers don't like me, either. And the kids all hate me." "I don't think anybody hates you, Mike..." "Yes, they do!" the redheaded teen interrupted. "And I hate them, too. Nobody loves me. And I don't love anybody. So, it's even." The guidance counselor sat there stunned. This was worse than he had imagined. "What about yourself?" he finally managed to ask. "You do love yourself, don't you?" After a long silence the boy finally replied, "What's to love?" It was a question saturated with sadness. Milner's eyes misted over with tears. The boy fought to bring his countenance back under control. "I think a lot, actually. You've just never had anybody believe in you, Mike. And that can make all the difference in the world." Barnhart's comment was meant to sound inspiring. But, it seemed to fall upon deaf ears. "I know it must be extremely hard living in foster care..." "You have no idea," Mike blurted. "I'd like to have an idea. Really," the man implored. "Tell me what your home life is like." "My dad ran off. My real mom couldn't keep me." The boy's eyes were focused on the floor just beyond his tenny shoes. "So, I spent a few years at the Ferndale Youth home and then they sent me to a foster house..." The teenager's voice trailed off. He lifted his eyes to meet the guidance counselor's very briefly. "I've been in four foster houses since I was 11. And this one is the worst," Mike lamented. "I have six other kids living with me and all my foster parents care about is getting their checks every month. None of us even have our own bedrooms." "That must be bad," Barnhart nodded sympathetically. "It sucks," the boy whispered. He continued to open up further. "My foster parents, the Hicks, all they do is yell at me and yell at each other. But, my caseworker won't listen to me when I say I want to go someplace else. She doesn't care if the place is a dump or anything." "Do you feel that a different situation would help you to be happier? Even, maybe, help you do better in school?" Gregg's voice was gentle. His compassion for Mike Milner's plight was not lost upon the student. "I don't know," the redhead sighed wearily. "Well honestly, Mike, I wanted to talk with you a bit about your grades and your upcoming SAT's. But, since we're almost out of time, I want to schedule a meeting with you next month," Barnhart wheeled the casters upon his chair legs back to a large wall calendar behind him. "I tell you what," the man said as he surveyed the events lined out for September. "Let's see what your class schedule is like this semester and we'll set something up so you can come down here during your free period. How does that sound?" "Okay, I guess." It was a tentative statement at best. But it was the most enthusiasm the boy had shown since his arrival. The older man sensed a softening in Mike Milner's demeanor. "Good." Barnhart rolled back towards the boy seated across from him. "I want you to promise me that you'll try to apply yourself a little more this year. Get involved in some school activities. Make some friends. Do you think you can do that for me, Mike?" "Uhh... sure." ------------------------------ "Judy!" A female voice tore Mike Milner from his slumber. "Judy, honey, you need to go ahead and get up if you want some breakfast before tryouts." Mike blinked his eyes a couple of times and looked up to see a middle- aged woman standing behind a partially open white door. The scene was hazy like Mike was having a dream. The woman's face was somehow familiar. And through the fog of awakening, the smiling lady took on an identity. "Okay, Mom. I'm getting up," Mike slurred. As the woman closed the door, the drowsy redhead raised up on an elbow. Glancing around the room jolted Mike wide awake and filled the teen with both terror and wonder. This room was not the same as the one from just a few hours before. In fact it could not have been more different. For one thing, Mike was alone. There were no foster brothers snoring. No television blaring cartoons. The bed and bedding were white and looked expensive. Four wooden posts embellished with gold rose from the corners of the bed. The room's walls bore a pale eggshell tint. Vivid white crown molding sat atop the walls. All around, booster club memorabilia from the Fulsom High Bulldog football team decorated the room. Two red and white mini pom- poms dangled from the corner of a Bulldog pennant tacked on one wall. The room was white, clean, and neat. It was definitely not a bedroom located in the Hicks' squalid home. Bewildered the high school junior shoved the covers aside and swung bare legs to the side of the bed. That is when things grew even more astonishing. The first thing she noticed were the lumps of fat moving around on her chest. It felt as if someone had stuck a pair of water balloons on her. She looked down to see twin mounds pushing the front of her pink t-shirt outwards. They were not the biggest breasts ever. But, breasts they were. Two ripe nipples stood out, ready and accounted for, beneath the thin fabric of her feminine top. The redhead slowly brought her hands up to cup the soft, pliable flesh of her chest. "These are my boobs," she gasped as a degree of recollection rose in her mind. She gripped her small bosoms tighter. "My boobs." She looked down at her bare legs and feet. Her little toes were painted orange. She meant to change them to red this morning before tryouts. Why did she think that? Her hairless legs were chubbier than she remembered. But, no. They were shaped the way they should be. Because, she was a girl. But, she wasn't a girl. Was she? Almost faint with confusion, the young woman managed to stand up and stroll over to the large mirror atop a white and gold dresser that matched her bed. As she walked, the feeling of her bouncing breasts and wobbling buttocks was at once familiar and disconcerting. "I-I don't believe it!" The redheaded teen stared dumbfounded at her own reflection while a mix of emotions swirled within her. It was the first time she had ever seen herself. And yet, she had looked at herself a million times before. Her pale blue eyes were the same color as when she was a guy. But, they seemed more feminine and pretty now. Her nose was smaller, dainty, with delicately flaring nostrils. She had full, pouty lips that would have made a supermodel jealous. Her chin was still slightly pointed, but much finer than before. The shoulder-length orange hair framing her face made her new feminine features look charming and cute. "I'm a girl!" she gasped. A puzzled expression covered her lovely face. Then came a surprising moment of recognition. "My name is Judy. And I'm a GIRL!" Heart pounding, the young woman began turning herself all directions, inspecting the female body she found herself in. Anxiety mixed with familiarity as she surveyed her curvy figure. Fragmented pieces of two lives began to coalesce. Yes, she had been a boy, abandoned to become a ward of the state. But, she could, with ever-growing clarity, recall a past quite unlike what she had actually experienced. She had been adopted by Ralph and Valerie Bray, the second of two girls the couple had embraced into their family. She had an older sister named Dana, who was away at college. The family had the normal amount of squabbles, but there was always a profuse amount of love. Judy somehow sensed that she shared a particular closeness with her mom. Her mom... "Tryouts!" Judy suddenly knew that this was the day Mrs. Enderlin would be making her final cuts for the Fulsom High Drill Team. She could even remember the two previous days that she had spent at the school gymnasium learning one of the pom-pom squad's basic routines. But, that never really happened... Or had it? Judy could recall memories of the previous year. When, as a sophomore, she had barely missed making the elite team. But, the determined redhead had worked hard all summer and felt that, this year, she had a great chance to do it! For the briefest of moments the residual personality that had been Mike Milner asked why she should care. But, that thought was quickly overwhelmed. Judy did care. A lot. Her fear and confusion were instantly supplanted by a sense of urgency, the excited teen hurried into the shower. She understood that she wanted to give her nails time to dry after she redid them. Naked in her own private bathroom, Judy liked what she saw in the mirrored closet doors. Her pink areolas were the size of silver dollars and just as round. Her darker nipples apparently stayed hard. They popped out from her boobs like turkey timers. Her small breasts certainly were bouncy. Every little movement caused the fleshy orbs to vibrate excessively. A triangle shaped mound of orange pubic hair covered her groin. She parted her legs and clinically inspected the lips of her new sex. Her thighs were rounder and fuller than her boy legs. Judy did worry that her butt looked too big. She contorted herself trying to get a good look at it. Finally she grabbed a makeup mirror and held it up to see over her shoulder. She winced at the sight. Her butt looked way too fat. To Judy, the expanse of her white buttocks stuck out a lot further than it should. The fact that her waist was so tiny did not help matters. That just seemed to make her butt look even bigger. The protruding posterior was the only thing about being a female that made her feel self-conscious. The sight of her own nude body did not make Judy feel turned on at all. She knew if she had seen a girl like herself when she had been a boy, she would have gotten all worked up. Instead, she just felt rushed to get ready for her big day ahead. She jumped into the shower and quickly lathered herself all over and rinsed. She spent a bit more time on her hair, instinctively knowing to leave conditioner in her hair for awhile after shampooing. The boy in her was taken aback by how adept she was at shaving her legs and armpits. But, after all, her mind kept reminding her that she had done it before. "I just can't believe this!" Judy marveled. "How is this happening to me?" It was as if an unseen force was driving her forward, pushing her past any reservations her formerly male mind still held and into a place of peace and acceptance. All the elements of Judy's life were as they should be. The pretty girl dried herself off and wrapped her body in a thick towel. Her hair was damp as she went back into her bedroom. She knew which dresser drawer contained her panties and bras and selected a new, matching set. Judy liked the feeling of soft cotton over her new vagina. For an instant, she rubbed her hand lightly across her pantied genitals. A shudder ran over the young woman's body and her pink areolas began to draw up. She immediately tried to regain her composure. "I better stop that!" she said aloud after taking several deep breaths. As if she had been doing it for years, the redhead fastened the clasps of her 34B bra in front of her, nimbly spun it around, and brought the cups into place over her bouncy little tits. Judy skillfully adjusted the bra straps upon her shoulders and smiled at her reflection in the dresser mirror. She could smell bacon frying as the scent traveled up the stairway from the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled. "Nobody's going to see my toenails!" Judy reasoned and quickly canceled her plan to redo her nails. Toenails painted in Bulldog red was something she had hoped would give her an edge. Exactly when she had formulated that strategy, her residual male mind could only guess. After all, it was not something that had actually happened. But it had. It most certainly had. Downstairs in the sun-filled kitchen, Valerie Bray readjusted the heat of her stove and continued stirring a pan full of eggs. Valerie's daughter, Judy, was the apple of her eye. And the middle aged mother was as excited about the prospect of Judy making the Fulsom High Drill Team as the teenager was herself. Seated at a dining table, Valerie's bespectacled husband, Ralph, sat back and read the morning paper. Dressed in a suit and tie, the balding father mindlessly sipped coffee from a brown mug in regular intervals. Both parents looked up when their daughter finally made her appearance through the kitchen door. The five foot three inch girl wore a tight white t-shirt trimmed with red piping around the neck and armholes and crisply tucked into a pair of bright red shorts. It was the outfit issued to her at the start of the tryout process. Judy's bare legs ended in a pair of white ankle socks and red and white Nike cheerleader shoes. The teen had fixed her carrot colored hair into a high ponytail with a white scrunchie. In her hands, she carried a small makeup bag. "Oh, sweetie, you look so cute!" Valerie gushed. "I just know you're going to make it. This is your year!" "Thank you," the former Mike Milner whispered as she took a seat at the table next to her father. A knot of nervousness suddenly gripped the girl's stomach a she looked back and forth from the man to the woman. These people were complete strangers. But, why were they so familiar? And why did she feel so comfortable in these clothes? How did she even know to put them on? Before slipping into panic, a calm settled over Judy Bray once again. She was at home. "Is something wrong, princess?" Ralph Bray asked in a quiet voice. Noticing his daughter's expression, the man set his paper aside and lay his hand over hers. The firm, strong grip upon her tiny hand was comforting to Judy and in someway made the girl feel even more feminine. "I-I guess I'm just a little nervous..." It sounded like a question. "You're going to do fine," Ralph reassured his daughter. "After all the work you put in, you know that routine like the back of your hand." He smiled down at the girl warmly. His thumb caressed her delicate wrist. Inside Judy's chest, the hardness of her wounded male heart melted away. The pretty redhead had never felt so safe, so loved, and so in love. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. For some reason, it did not surprise the girl when she automatically leaned into her father as he slid his arm around her shoulders and tenderly kissed her cheek. Nor did it feel strange when her arms wrapped around and hugged the man's neck. An unprecedented sense of well-being came over Judy as the smell of her daddy's aftershave filled her nostrils. "I love you," Judy cooed and lay a kiss upon Ralph's freshly shaven cheek. "I love you, too, princess," he replied, hugging her tighter until she felt the crush of her bosoms against his suit. The doting father laid a palm against his teenage daughter's face after releasing her. "You're going to do great, Judy," he beamed. "This is your year." ------------------------------ It was 4:52 in the afternoon on an early September Thursday. Classes at Fulsom High had ended over an hour and a half ago. Loud music blasted through the air and across the pavement of the Fulsom High parking lot. Twenty teenage girls, wielding red and white pom-poms and arranged in four lines of five, gyrated in time to the thump of the blaring beat. Their precision steps and dance moves were in perfect sync. Only a highly scrutinizing eye could detect any flaws in the skillfully executed routine. "Briana! I need those kicks up higher!" A woman's voice shouted over the din. "Spacing Kristin! Spacing! Don't crowd each other!" 'Her' girls often moaned that Sue Enderlin was picky. But, no one could argue about the excellence of The Fulsom High Stepperettes. Deep down, each of the squad members knew that being a part of the award winning team meant sacrifice, hard work, and getting it right. And getting it right meant pleasing Mrs. Enderlin. "Alright, girls, I think that's enough for today," the fiftyish English teacher, who doubled as the sponsor of the Stepperettes pom-pom squad, brought the practice to a close. She bent over and turned off a CD player sitting on the gray asphalt. "Everybody huddle up!" There was the sound of shuffling feet as the Stepperettes formed a semi-circle around their director. With a soft glow of perspiration, Judy Bray stood among her teammates. "You girls are doing super. I am really proud of all the hard work you all have put in to help make tomorrow night a big success," Sue Enderlin was a stocky lady with large breasts and medium length mousy hair parted in the middle to surround somewhat plain features. She had the type of face that people had trouble picturing as having ever been attractive. However, the affection she inspired in her students, especially her Stepperettes, made her a much loved woman. "I don't think we could be more ready for our first performance," she stated. "Everybody wear your summer game day outfit tomorrow. No exceptions. We'll meet here, in the gym, promptly at 6 o'clock tomorrow evening. Be suited up in your uniforms, with your pom-poms, when you get here. I want everyone to go home, get your homework and studying done early, and get a good night's sleep. Do any of you have questions?" A few of the girls did have questions about the home opener to be played at Bill Crowe Stadium. With her years of experience, Sue Enderlin cleared them up easily. After the short Q and A session, the matronly woman held her hand out from her body. "Let's get a 'go Bulldogs' girls." The Stepperettes pressed tightly into a mass and reached an empty hand into the center of the crowd. With a mighty shriek, they delivered their call to arms. "GO BULLDOGS!" The group of young females dispersed, chatting and giggling amongst themselves. The excitement and nervousness of the big event that lay ahead gripped each of them. Judy walked alone. The timid redhead had not really made friends with any of the other girls on the squad. In spite of the mysterious force that drove her actions, the former male still possessed the shyness developed in her life as Mike Milner. During the first week of school, the pretty teenager had barely spoken to anyone. She had taken her lunch breaks with the nerdy boys who sat in the biology lab. The redhead made her way to the edge of the parking lot and began rummaging through a red and white canvas bag with the Stepperettes pom- pom logo on both sides. She quickly located her cell phone. Before the quiet girl had a chance to make a call, a high-pitched voice came from behind. "Do you need a ride home?" The ponytailed teen turned her head to see Donna Bernardi, the captain of the Fulsom High pom-pom squad smiling warmly. "Umm... I..." Judy was taken aback. She felt the flush of her cheeks growing red. She had seen the gorgeous blonde around school the year before and knew she was quite popular. However, none of the girls in Donna's clique had been particularly nice to Mike Milner. Mercifully, most had simply ignored him. Delicious teenage girls like Donna Bernardi and her friends were way out of a guy like Mike's league. The residual effects of that old life now filled Judy Bray with trepidation. "I just noticed that your mom had been coming to pick you up," the brown-eyed beauty explained. "I thought if you caught a ride with me, you wouldn't have to wait." Judy bit her bottom lip. She almost dropped her cell phone as her hands went numb. "I... Okay. That'll be fine," the carrot-topped teen stood frozen like a deer in headlights. Donna Bernardi's brow furrowed. "Do you wanna call your mom and tell her you got a ride?" The pom-pom captain inquired, sensing the other girl's fear. Donna knew the new Stepperette was shy and felt an immediate protectiveness for the anxiety stricken female. "Yeah. I better do that," Judy replied blankly. Donna stood by adjusting the twin ponytails sitting low on each side of her head while Judy quickly called her mother. She heard the brief conversation end as Judy's phone closed with a soft click. "Is it cool?" Donna asked. "Yes," Judy answered. "Sweet. Let's motor." Tote bags slung over their shoulders, the two females walked side-by- side carrying their pom-poms around the parking lot to the backside of the gym. Donna chatted non-stop as they strolled. Next to the stunning blonde, Judy could not help but feel a little self-conscious. It seemed that Donna Bernardi was everything she was not. The girl easily stood five inches taller than Judy. Her flawless skin was tanned a deep golden bronze. She had a lithe figure with long tapered legs flowing out from under blue short shorts, a high firm butt, and modest bust that was emphasized by a tight green t-shirt. With her blonde hair, dark brown eyes and golden skin, Judy thought that Donna looked like a beautiful Palomino pony. In comparison Judy felt short and pale with a butt too big for her petite frame. She was thankful that the blonde was being so nice to her. "You're just so quiet," Donna smiled. "There's nothing wrong with that. But, I knew if I never said something to you- none of us were ever going to get to know you." Judy's pale blue eyes darted over at her new acquaintance. "I-I guess I just never know what to say." Not out of school anyway," the leggy blonde laughed. "You're in old man Kolinsky's class. So, you're like a total brain. You're the smartest Stepperette. That's for sure!" "I don't know about all that," the redhead said meekly. She felt her cheeks growing warm. After her years of languishing academically as Mike Milner, Judy was not used to being thought of as smart. And yet, she was. Answers seemed to come to her in class. When she opened a book, her concentration was sharply focused. She comprehended and retained almost everything she read. Even in Mr. Kolinsky's calculus class. Not only was Judy Bray the smartest Stepperette, she was one of the most intelligent and motivated students at Fulsom High. It was certainly a stark contrast to her former male life. It was a new life that she was rapidly beginning to appreciate. "This is your car?" the redhead asked in disbelief. "Of course," Donna smirked as she opened the door to her brand new, shiny black Ford Mustang convertible. "You like it?" "Oh, yeah!" I should say so!" Judy gushed. "Daddy bought it for me as a Senior year present," the blonde said haughtily. "My daddy will do anything for me." "You are so lucky!" Judy said beaming as she opened the passenger door. "Oh, I'll bet you have your daddy wrapped around your little finger, too." Donna smiled as she lowered her lean frame into the deep, black leather driver's seat. "Maybe." J udy giggled in spite of herself. She knew it was true. Her father melted everytime she batted her baby blue eyes. The girls tossed their belongings into the backseat. Judy liked the way the soft leather felt against her bare legs. She deeply inhaled the scent of the posh interior. "We need the top down," the tanned pom-pom captain stated while pressing a button on the Mustang's dashboard. In seconds, the canopy of the car had completely receded. Donna fired up the engine and bolted out of her parking space. She hit a knob on her CD player. "Do you like techno?" It was a moot question as music erupted from the automobile's sound system. "Sure," Judy shouted over the booming bass. The warm air rushed all around the onetime male. She could feel it rushing over her hairless legs and blowing through the wispy hairs on the sides of her head. Judy was glad she was wearing a ponytail. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, finding herself in the car of a girl who had considered Mike Milner a social zero, the petite redhead began to relax. When the convertible pulled up beside a gray sedan at a traffic light, a middle aged man at the wheel instinctively held a prolonged gaze at the two nubile teens in the powerful Mustang. Judy glanced over to see the man staring straight at her. She quickly looked away. "That oldster was totally checking you out!" Donna laughingly teased as she hauled ass upon the changing of the light. "No, I think he was looking at you," Judy responded shaking her ponytailed head. "Oh, whatever!" The blonde made a mocking expression. "You are a total fucking babe. And you know it." Judy's face went blank. She glanced over at her new friend. "Oh, come on!" the tan teen exclaimed over the loud music. "You know you're hot." "I'm alright. I guess," Judy shrugged tentatively. "Whatever! You've got the prettiest face and the best booty in the whole school. Everybody says so," Donna shouted. "And your red hair and blue eyes... You should hear how all the guys talk about you!" ------------------------------ "Watch it wiggle. See it jiggle," Tyler Griffith sang. "'Judy The Booty' Bray!" The boy's burly friend, Austin Franks, laughed. The object of the two Fulsom High athletes jesting was the broad, overly protruding backside of the cute redhead hurrying down the hallway towards her next class. The girl's plump rounded buttocks were literally stuffed into a pair of skintight denim jeans. Even in cramped confines, her every step caused the exaggerated globes of her ass to shake and wobble dramatically. Each earthshaking quake of the teen's ample backside was perfectly in time with the sway of her bright orange shoulder-length hair. >From several yards away, the football players continued their coarse ogling. "Man, I don't care if she is a nerd. I'm going to buttfuck that little bitch before the season's over. I swear. I'm going to stick it right in her big ass!" Austin bellowed while clutching his groin. "Yeah, right." Tyler disparaged. "She may be Judy The Booty, but that's a booty that makes straight A's. You can't even spell 'A.'" "Hardy-fucking-har," Austin scowled. "You'll see. Before our last game at Southfield, I'll have some of that stank on my wank. You just fuckin' wait." "Gentlemen, don't you have a class you should be going to?" A deep well-enunciated question was posed over the athletes' powerfully built shoulders. Standing next to his good friend Gregg Barnhart, Ivan Kolinsky leaned between the two boys and fixed his eyes on Judy Bray's impressive backside. He held his focus until the teenager's supremely protruding posterior disappeared into the mass of students. "You got it Mr. K!" The boys went away laughing, amused by the teacher's obvious ogling. "My, my, my," Kolinsky said, shaking his bald head and stroking the gray beard that flowed into a fringe of close-cropped hair around his ears and the base of his skull. The husky calculus teacher turned and smirked at his coworker. "I've seen a lot of attractive girls come through these halls. But, that one is definitely a standout," he mused quietly. "She reminds me of that actress from the X-Files. You know who I'm talking about." "Gillian Anderson," Barnhart blurted with a sense of relief. He himself had been trying to figure out who the pretty young redhead reminded him of. Now, it was clear. "That's the one. Gillian Anderson. Although, I don't remember her having quite as spectacular a waste removal system," Kolinsky smiled impishly. "Judy The Booty, indeed. ------------------------------ "Oh, that was just great, Honey!" Ralph Bray managed to smile before hugging his youngest daughter tightly. "You girls get better every time!" The middle aged father bestowed praise upon his daughter despite feeling quite traumatized. The Fulsome High Stepperettes had performed a dazzling hip-hop influenced routine during halftime of the Bulldogs 68-0 rout of Carding Academy. The bespectacled man had practically had his glasses knocked off by the frenzied ass quaking and hip undulating moves his daughter and her teammates had executed to a dance tune called, 'Rumpshaker.' Ralph Bray had to swallow hard several times after noting that his daughter was the most adept of the Stepperettes at generating outrageously kinetic movement with her buttocks. It had been more than a little disconcerting. "Thank you, Daddy!" Judy felt the warmth of her father's arms around her in the frigid mid October air. The football season was well underway, and summer heat had surrendered to the chill of autumn. Standing with her family at the edge of the home team's bleachers, the frosty night had become almost unbearable. "I'm freezing!" The teenager stood shivering after her dad relinquished his grip. She was wearing her red Stepperette windbreaker. But, she was still wearing her short red and white skirt. Judy's shapely legs were completely bare and the temperature on this Friday night had plummeted well below Sue Enderlin's expectations. None of the pom-pom team had been equipped with warm enough clothing. Judy rubbed her red and white gloved hands together. Her older sister, Dana, had her arms full. The sandy blonde, overweight young woman juggled the pom-poms, tote bag, and purse in her hands and extracted a black ankle-length wool overcoat she was holding. "I've got your coat right here, Judy," the college coed declared, holding the garment towards her sibling. "Oh, cool!" the redhead exclaimed snatching the coat from her sister. She quickly threw it over her cold body. "Thanks." "Not a problem," Dana replied with a faint smile upon her chubby face. "Mom, you think of everything!" Judy admired her mother's keen foresight and snuggled up against the older woman. "Well, I watched the weather at noon and the girl said it was going to get down into the 30's tonight. So, I decided I had better bring your coat," Valerie Bray explained. As Bill Crowe Stadium emptied itself of football fans, a gust of frigid air stabbed at the small family like a dagger. Judy lowered her head. Her face was coated in a thick layer of makeup. When the Stepperettes performed, Mrs. Enderlin had her girls really paint it on. She said that, from the stands, the heavy application of cosmetics kept her girls from looking like ghosts. The pretty redheaded teen wore two shiny ribbons made of silk, one red and the other white, at the crown of her pinned back locks. The long ornaments were fashioned in a festive bow and then spiraled down almost to the ends of the orange mane of hair resting upon her shoulders. The freezing foursome moved with the crowd toward the stadium exit. Behind them, Donna Bernardi hurried to catch up. The striking blonde had put on red warm-up pants over her legs. A long camel coat covered her lean frame. She ran up and seized her new best friend's arm. "It is so freaking COLD!" She shrieked. As she hunkered up next to her diminutive gal pal. "I can't feel the end of my nose!" Judy lamented. "Thank goodness it didn't get this butt-cold until after halftime," Donna said, pulling her friend in tighter. "Hey, you did really good tonight!" Ralph Bray spurted. "Really good!" The older man's enthusiasm for the blonde's performance was obvious. His awkward smile and fixed stare came across as pervy. Valerie shot her husband an annoyed look. The younger woman did not seem to mind. "Thank you, Mr. Bray!" Donna cooed and smiled sweetly. Mortified, Judy rapidly swiped her purse from Dana's hands and began pulling her friend and teammate away in embarrassment. "We're going to the car wash!" the redhead shouted as she skirted Donna off. "I'll be home before midnight!" "Do you want any of this?" Dana hollered after her younger sister. But, she got no response. "I'll hang onto it then." Her voice was lost in the noise of the crowd. "Ugh, that was horrible!" Judy gagged as she and Donna quickstepped arm-in-arm across the stadium parking lot. "I can't believe my dad!" "Why is that?" Her fair-haired companion laughed. "I mean, he may be old. But, he's not dead." "Ew!" Judy cringed. "I don't even want to think about that!" The girls had some trouble locating the Mustang in the bustling throng of people and cars. When Donna finally fired up the black sports car, it was not long before they were stuck in the heavy traffic. Judy sat lip-syncing to the blaring radio while Donna alternated between the brake and gas pedals cussing like a sailor. Seizing a breakout opportunity, the Stepperette captain gunned the engine and shot out of the pack of automobiles like an Indy car driver. "We are going to party so fucking hard tonight!" The blonde whooped as she cranked up her stereo. She looked over at her silent companion. "And I'm sure you and Austin have a little partying to do all by yourselves," Donna teased. "You are so bad," Judy said with comic exasperation. "I'm a good girl. He's the one who's obsessed with sex. Not me." "Sure. You're not obsessed with sex," Donna shot back as she raced down the busy thoroughfare, changing lanes with reckless abandon. "Neither are the little green monkeys that fly outta my butt!" "Oh, my gosh!" Judy laughed. The parking lot and bays of the EZ-Touch Car Wash were already crammed full of spirited teenagers celebrating another Bulldog victory by the time Donna and Judy arrived. The young Miss Bernardi sent Fulsom High students scrambling for their lives as she screeched into a small space between a truck and an SUV. Judy could barely extract herself from the car as she opened the passenger door as wide as she possibly could. She somehow managed to squeeze her ample rear end out from between the door and the Mustang's body. By the time she did, her friend had already dove into the sea of young revelers. "WOOOOO! FUCKIN' BULLDOGS!" Donna squealed at the top of her lungs and threw her hands up into the air. A throng of male worshippers and devoted female attendants hooted and hollered at the arrival of the Fulsom High queen bee. A couple of steps behind, Judy followed silently in tow. The redhead had really come out of her shell since the beginning of the school year. But, she would probably never have the social bravado of a girl like Donna. It just was not in her nature. "Mmmm. Hey, baby." Bruiser Pryor, the Bulldog fullback, wrapped his big meaty hands around Donna's waist and pulled her close. He slipped his tongue between her crimson coated lips. Haloed by the bright car wash lights, the two seniors sucked face in the cold October night. Judy raised and lowered her eyebrows and curled her lips. "O-kay," she thought as she looked down and poked at the asphalt with the toe of her red and white Nike. Suddenly, she felt a strong pair of arms locking around her. "I hate to see a girl left out," Austin Franks drawled as he spun the petite redhead around and jerked her tightly into his body. Startled, Judy's blue eyes were wide with confusion and fright. Even through both their thick coats, she could feel her small breasts flatten against the Bulldog linebacker's well muscled chest. Then, the tiny Stepperette felt the much bigger male roughly kissing her delicate neck. She gasped as Austin's teeth pressed into her flesh. One of his brawny hands cupped her broad right butt cheek. Judy started to push away. The sensations shooting through her body from the incisors on her neck stymied that action. She should push away. That is what a good girl would do. But she could not. She was overcome. Austin Franks bit down harder on the girl's pale skin. He felt her will break. "Oooohhh..." he heard the big-assed redhead moan. In the middle of a huge crowd of fellow students, Judy Bray and Austin Franks began French kissing like a couple of horny goats. Austin cussed himself for not having his truck up there. He had caught a ride in Tyler Griffith's SUV. The opportunity did not present itself for the vulgar Bulldog player to violate Judy's rectum that night. But, he knew it was just a matter of time. ------------------------------ It was the last Saturday in October and Fulsom High School was festooned with Halloween decorations. The mighty Bulldog football team had clinched a playoff spot as always. And the local press had all but handed Coach Roy Dietz the state championship trophy. On the following Friday night, the Fulsom High Stepperettes would get to wear the last of their cute outfits for the year. Each of the girl's parents had purchased a skin-tight red and white spandex dog costume complete with tails and ears for their daughter to wear. Mrs. Enderlin had saved the outfits for the week of Halloween. All the girls were extremely confident about the new routine they would perform, as long as they did not freeze. For the pretty redhead walking alone in an empty hallway, life had never been better. Judy Bray had become a mainstay of the Stepperettes drill team. Mrs. Enderlin had already told her that she was a shoe-in to make co-captain next year. And everyday Judy wore her red Stepperette sweater emblazoned with her name in red stitching above a large patch of red and white pom-poms. Her adopted parents were wonderful. They lovingly doted on her for making straight A's and beamed with pride at her every dance move at halftime of the Fulsom High football games. Judy even got along with her older sister. Although, she never saw Dana as much as she would like to. She loved the first meeting of the yearbook staff and was glad that Mr. Kolinsky had persuaded her to join. There was even talk that Judy should run for student counsel next year. A thought that made her heart leap in her lovely chest. In just a short time, Judy had become one of the most popular girls at Fulsom High. The well-respected student should not have had a care in the world. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Judy was terribly distressed by the escalating sexual desires flaming up within her. French kissing had led to a couple of heavy petting sessions with her boyfriend, Austin. And he was pressuring Judy to take their physical relationship even further. It was a prospect that was increasingly difficult to resist. Sometimes, the yearning to have a penis inside of her kept Judy awake at night. She wanted to have sex so badly that it was becoming unbearable. Even in class, Judy found herself distracted by erotic daydreams. She was finding it really hard to concentrate on her schoolwork. As a result, her grades had started to slip. The troubled teen was already aware of all the nasty things guys said about her. She knew that if she ever gave in to the temptation bombarding her that it would destroy her reputation as a good girl. What had her stomach twisted with anxiety, was the feeling that she could not hold out much longer. Judy reached her destination, the office of Mr. Barnhart, her guidance counselor. The attractive older man had scheduled an appointment with her to discuss a couple of universities that Judy wanted to attend. Mr. Barnhart had told the girl that he was certain such a star pupil could get into any college she chose with ease. She checked her watch. As usual Judy was fifteen minutes early. The petite redhead adjusted her purse upon her shoulder and attempted to push the sexual angst from her worried mind. Forcing a smile onto her face, she reached out her tiny hand and knocked upon the office door. "Judy. Come on in." The guidance counselor rose from his chair and greeted the pretty female warmly. "Go ahead and have a seat." "Thank you." The man eased his long frame back into his desk chair. The young woman bypassed the first chair to sit in the second one, further from the door. She sat demurely with her ankles together. Purse sitting upon her denim clad thighs. The ponytailed Stepperette absentmindedly reached up and brushed wisps of ginger hair behind her ear. "So, how's everything been this week?" the man asked pleasantly. "Everything's wonderful!" Judy gushed with a sudden perky seductiveness. In the presence of men, her natural flirtatiousness canceled out all other emotions. "I can't wait for Friday night." "Oh yeah, the Bulldogs are going to beat the stuffing out of Southside this year," Gregg Barnhart nodded confidently. "Well, I'm a little more excited about the new routine we're going to perform," the girl giggled. Her orange ponytail swished as she laughed. "Ah, the new doggie costumes!" Barnhart exclaimed knowingly. "I really want to see them. Mrs. Enderlin says they're really cute. But, she won't let me see them until game night." "Of course not!" Judy twisted her lips. "That would take all the fun out." "You're right. You're right," the lean man said holding up his hands. "I'll just have to be patient." "I bet you'll think it was worth the wait," the redhead teased, batting her pretty blue eyes. "Oh, I'm sure of that." The man's voice had abruptly taken an ominous tone. A chill ran over Judy Bray. She wasn't sure what kind of look that was on her guidance counselor's face. He was gazing at her with an intensity that was frightening. "Those little puppy dog outfits are very, very tight aren't they, Judy?" The question caught her completely off guard. She was used to playfully flirting with older men. Even some who were on the faculty. But, it was only in fun. The tone of Gregg Barnhart's voice strongly suggested that his mind was on a different type of fun. "That big overinflated ass of yours is going to look absolutely scrumptious in that tight little doggie costume." Mr. Barnhart's eyes stared like laser beams at Judy. She thought she might burst into flames. The confused and frightened teen was a split second away from bolting out of the office. "Yes, I just know that new routine is really going to be something. I bet you know all about 'doggie style' routines. Don't you, 'Judy The Booty?'" The words hit her like a sledgehammer. For a moment, she was frozen. Her breathing felt like it had locked up. She fought to grasp air. Fought to run. Fought just to get to her feet. "I-I..." Gathering all her will, the pom-pom standout managed to stand. She felt her feet moving towards the door. But the office, the world around her, was a blur. "I better go." "You've really come a long way, Mike," Barnhart barked, jumping to his own feet. He quickly positioned himself between the girl and her only visible means of escape. The mention of her old male name froze the trembling redhead. Her pretty face turned and met the gaze of her guidance counselor. It was inconceivable after these past weeks, but this towering man remembered her former self. Remembered that she had been a boy. He knew. "I must say. I am extremely proud of you." Barnhart came around his desk to where the once male student stood petrified. Her wide blue eyes, rimmed with makeup, gave the now female a doe-like quality that was irresistible. He reached his hand up and touched her powdered cheek. "I thought all you needed was a little love and understanding to come out of your shell. A little acceptance. But, I have to be honest, I didn't expect you to reach the heights that you've attained. Certainly not this quickly, either. You used the word earlier. So, I'm going to echo the sentiment. You make a wonderful girl, Mike." "How..." Gregg Barnhart felt the girl shiver as he put a finger across her full painted lips. "Ssshhhhhhh, now." The man brought his other hand up to cup Judy's face. His hands felt so big. So strong. And she was so weak. "I did this for you. I did this so that you'd have a shot at happiness. You are happy now aren't you, Mike?" "Yes," she uttered meekly. "I know you are," he agreed. "I've watched you every day. I've watched you walk these halls. Chatting with the new girlfriends you've made. Flirting with damn near all of the boys. You really are a flirty little tease, Mike." Barnhart took a deep breath. "Although, it takes every bit of will power in that sexy little body to keep from giving it up to the ones you think are cute." He put his fingers on her delicate neck. "Oh, I know all about it. I've heard all the vulgar talk that the boys bandy about. The hyper masculine Neanderthals who want to lay conquest to your tender young anus. You want to give in. I know you do. 'Judy The Booty' has had to fight hard to keep her good reputation intact. And I know it's getting more difficult everyday. Isn't it, Mike?" "Yes." Tears welled up in the teenager's cerulean eyes. But, how..." "It doesn't matter how. All that's important for you to know is this..," the man leaned forward. He was so near to Judy's face that she thought he was going to kiss her. "I was the one that made you what you are. And I can just as easily take it all away." He did kiss her. Before finally releasing her face, Gregg Barnhart gave the girl -the girl that only he knew had recently been a troubled male malcontent- a soft peck on her painted lips. "You know, Mike... I never planned on telling you that I was the one responsible for your incredible transformation. As a matter of fact, I swore I never would." He reached out his long fingers and locked the silver doorknob. "But, there was one thing I didn't expect. One thing I never ever saw coming. You know what that was, Mike?" He stared holes through the shaking girl who remained mute. "I never counted on just how incredibly fuckable an ass you would end up having. I mean really! Who'd have ever guessed that a skinny little runt like you would grow a big ol' fat onion booty? That's got to be a shock to you too, Mike. Come on. Be honest." He looked intently at the girl as if he anticipated an answer. "Yes," she nodded. "I thought so." "But, I am proud of you, Mike. Extremely. Proud beyond belief," the man smiled broadly. It, in no way, made Judy feel any more comfortable. "Now, this is the way I see it," the man continued. "You love your new life. You've got a great family. You're making great grades. The principal and all your teachers fawn over you. You're a freaking STEPPERETTE for crying out loud! You even like the way those hairy boys talk about that big sexy ass of yours. All in all, you love your new life as a girl. Don't you, Mike?" "Yes," she whispered. "Well, it's going to cost you." Barnhart shook his head. "I hate it, Mike. I really do. But, it's just a matter of time before somebody nails that fat pooper of yours. And I can't stare at that big 'Judy Booty' everyday and not be the first one to get some of that ground round. I mean, seriously, Mike... Who deserves to give you the first poke in the keister more than I do? Huh? I mean, for crying out loud, I'm the one who gave it to you." The girl said nothing. Her eyes were focused on the floor just beyond her tenny shoes. "I gave you this life you love so much. And at any time, I can take it all back. You could wake up tomorrow morning in a foster home and be right back to being poor old Mike Milner, perpetual loser. The guy everybody loves to hate." The girl looked up in horror. "NO!" she cried. "Oh, please, Mr. Barnhart! No! Please, don't do that! Please!" "Ssshhhhhhh. Listen to you. I swear, Mike, a little estrogen in the bloodstream and you go all to pieces." He gently dropped his hands to Judy's slight shoulders. "I won't ever do that, Mike. I promise. But, every once in awhile, you're going to have to do a little something for me." The formerly male redhead choked back her sobs. Gregg Barnhart reached into his pocket and produced a small jar of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly. A wry smile crept over his lips. "Just every once in awhile," the man shrugged. The girl looked at the jar. Her face was scarlet. Her breath was labored. She was visibly shuddering. "I'd hate to turn you back into a total loser, Mike. It'd break my heart. So, please, don't make me do that. But, you're going to give that big pooper up to somebody, eventually. You can't hold out much longer. And you know it. The easiest thing to do would be go ahead and give it up to me." He paused and took a deep breath. "Now, just go ahead and bend right over the desk there. It's such a small price to pay..." For a moment, the girl stood like a statue. Then, Barnhart watched with great delight as the young redhead performed the only sensible action available to her. The act of utter resignation. Without a word, the former boy turned zombie-like and placed her purse upon her guidance counselor's desk. She pulled her Stepperette sweater and the top underneath it up to the middle of her back. Her skin was like ivory. The Fulsom High faculty member could scarcely wait for what he knew would happen next. The catatonic girl undid the front of her pants and pushed her blue jeans and panties down to her ankles. As she did, the white fattened globes of her oversized ass exploded out of their confines. Her unleashed buttocks shook and wobbled like a pair of basketballs made out of pudding. Silently, the redhead bent over Barnhart's desk. The results were spectacular. Her widened hips and hefty protruding posterior arched upwards creating a broad, inviting target. The lips of the Stepperette's pink pussy were clearly visible between her succulent thighs. Behind the teenager, Barnhart's face was shining with a perverted glee. His dick was as hard as a rock. Once again, Mike Milner had surpassed his expectations. That ass was amazing! In a flash, the man's own slacks and underwear were down and he had taken position behind the young woman he had first known as a male. The trembling teenager heard the lid come off the jar of Vaseline. "Look at that rump," she heard him say breathlessly. "Look at the size of that big fuckin' mudlocker." He went at her backside like a giddy child opening a birthday present. "Oh! Oh!" He seized her backside with one cheek in each hand and spread her jumbo buttocks apart. There was her pink puckered anus. "Oh, shit, Mike! Oh, fucking, shit!" Barnhart let one of her buns go. Then, the head of his goo-covered penis was poking at her asshole. She instinctively tightened up. He'd have none of that. In seconds, he had forced himself into her. The girl could feel the man's thick hard dick sliding, inch by inch, into her tender rectum. She had been a boy, a nobody, the first time she had met her guidance counselor and seen his desk. Now, she was bent over that desk with the same guidance counselor snaking into her rectum. The experience was utterly humiliating. "Did you ever think I'd be doing this to you, Mike?" "No," she whimpered, painfully aware of the fact that there was a stiff penis in the rectal orifice she had also possessed as a male. Her guidance counselor started pumping inside of her. Slowly at first. But, he quickly gathered speed. Soon, he was fucking her quite violently. Over and over, he spread out her fat white buttocks and then brutally slammed them together like he was using a bellows on his penis. It felt like she had a big turd slam dancing in her bowels. The violation of her anus seemed to go on forever. In spite of the humiliation, or perhaps because of it, the sexual frustration that had been building up in the teen these last weeks began to be fucked away. Her breathing became heavy. She began to rock on her heels in time with Gregg Barnhart's thrusting. As his long greasy dick poked around in the girl's digestive tract, a process was taking place within her mind. The womanly wiles of her new female psyche began to kick in. She rapidly began to justify submitting to the invasion of her asshole. Her shrewd female instincts knew that if she gave in to Austin's advances he would blab it to the whole football team. Everybody at school would find out. Her "good girl" reputation would be history. And if her parents ever found out... She'd be in trouble, big time. Plus, Austin would want to do "everything." That meant she'd have to go on birth control, too. Maybe, this little arrangement was the solution to her problem. Obviously, Mr. Barnhart would make sure nobody ever found out. So, everybody would still think she was a good girl, no matter what was going on in this office. And if all he ever did was put it in her butt, there was no way that she could ever get pregnant. So, she would not have to go on the pill or anything. Nobody would ever find out about this. Not even her parents. There was no way she could get in trouble. As the girl felt her guidance counselor continuing to pleasure himself in the hole between her buttcheeks, a fully feminized mind reached a decision. If this was the price she had to pay for her new life, Judy Bray would accept it. She might even look forward to it. The redhead allowed herself to enjoy the erotic sensations shooting through her body. She reached up and began twisting her own nipples as best she could through her thick clothing. Barnhart noticed the action immediately and squealed in delight. "You like that don't you, Mike? You like having me in your shithole." "Yes!" "I thought so!" He grabbed the tiny girl around her petite waist. His pumping accelerated. "Rumpshaker!" He howled. "Shake that fat rump like you mean it!" The bare-assed teenager eagerly responded by undulating and gyrating her plump hind end like she did in her dance routines. Her thick buttocks rolled and shook in fleshy waves. The amount of wobbling and jiggling the once skinny male could now produce was mind-blowing. The faculty member buttfucking her thought he might pass out at the sight. In all his years at Fulsom High, he had never felt such raw unabashed sexual pleasure. Writhing on the end of his dick was a gorgeous redheaded Stepperette with a giant ass. "Judy!" he moaned. "Oh, Judy!" His thrusting reached a feverish pace. "Judy The Booty..," Gregg Barnhart cried out as the teenaged girl felt splashes of her guidance counselor's hot cum shooting into her bowels. ...indeed!" ------------------------------ "Hey there, you!" Judy Bray cooed while standing in the doorway to Gregg Barnhart's office. "Hey there, yourself!" The thirtysomething guidance counselor smiled up at the adorable redhead from his desk chair. "I thought you might like to sign my senior yearbook," the sexy teen stated assertively. "You thought I might like to sign your yearbook?" Barnhart mocked comically. "Well, how could I pass up such a big honor? I mean, the privilege of signing the great Judy Bray's yearbook... Secretary Treasurer of the senior class..." "Oh, please!" the teen retorted. "You know what I mean. I want you to sign it." "I know what you mean," the older male grinned. "Of course, I want to sign your yearbook. I want to sign yours more than anybody else's." "I know," the pretty young senior said softly. She looked delicious in the way that only teenage girls poised at the beginning of womanhood can. Her modest bust was accentuated by the tightness of her red knit top. Her bright orange hair brushed just past her collar and fell almost to her shoulders. She wore a mid-thigh denim skirt that did nothing to hide the fact that her protruding buttocks were quite ample. Her bare legs tapered down to her lovely flip-flop clad feet. A tasteful smidgen of makeup was applied to her pretty features. Her blue eyes glimmered. The nails upon her fingers and toes were painted white to go with her red top in tribute to the school colors. She was vivacious and adorable. "Here." Barnhart held out his hands. The girl walked around the corner of his desk and handed him her yearbook. Gregg laid the book on his desk and opened it. All the unprinted pages had already been filled with notes and signatures from Judy's classmates and friends. "Here, I saved you a spot," she said, reaching over and flipping to the team picture of the Fulsom High Stepperettes. In the photo, posing in a seated position with one leg straight out to her side and the other tucked to her groin, was Judy Bray. Opposite her in a mirrored pose was her friend, Alyssa Mumford. Each of the two smiling girls held their hands high over their heads forming 'V" shapes. Their pom-poms lay in front of them. Behind the two cuties, the rest of the squad posed smiling with their pom-poms in hand. Below the picture were the names of the Stepperettes. First the girls standing were listed. Then the type said: (Seated) Judy Bray, Alyssa Mumford, co-captains. "I want you to sign there," Judy pointed. "Right next to the picture." "Now, this will be an honor," her guidance counselor stated seriously. He thought for a moment, then began to write in the margin by the photo. When he finished, he blew the ink dry and shut the yearbook. "I want you to read it later," Barnhart stated, his eyes misting with tears. "Okay," Judy whispered. She looked deep into his eyes. It seemed a lifetime passed between them in that moment. Then, silently, Judy Bray placed her yearbook down on his desk. She turned to face away from the man. Without a word the teen grasped the hem of her top and pulled the garment up and over her head. She lay it upon the back of a chair and proceeded to unclasp the hooks of her bra. Her shoulders hunched forward as she removed it from her body. Behind his desk, Barnhart could see the orb of one of her breasts in profile. The nipple on its center was stiff and erect. He managed to avert his eyes from the beautiful wobbling bosom quickly enough to remove an item from his desk drawer and shove it into his pocket. In an instant, his eyes were locked back onto the half-naked girl. Judy kicked off her flip-flops and stood upon the rough industrial carpeting in her delicate bare feet. Barnhart stood. He walked up behind the young redhead and took her by the arms. He spun her to face his desk. He let her arms go and watched with anticipation as she hooked her painted thumbs into the waist of her skirt. With one rapid motion Judy bent at the waist and shoved her skirt and panties down to the floor. As she did, the white fattened globes of her oversized ass exploded out of their confines. Her unleashed buttocks shook and wobbled like a pair of basketballs made out of pudding. Breathing heavily, the redhead bent over Barnhart's desk. Behind the female, Barnhart's face was shining with perverted glee as he watched the Stepperette's widened hips and hefty protruding posterior arch upwards to create a broad, inviting target. He was delighted by the lips of the redhead's pink pussy clearly visible between her succulent thighs. His dick was unbelievably hard. He had witnessed Judy shove her ass out like this may times before, but he never got tired of the spectacular results. The horny teenager heard the familiar sound of a lid coming off a jar of Vaseline. "Oh shit, Judy! Look at you! Look at the size of your big fuckin' mudlocker!" Barnhart gripped her backside with one cheek in each hand and spread her jumbo buttocks apart. There was the pink puckered anus he loved so much. "Oh, shit, Judy! Oh, fucking, shit!" She felt the head of his goo-covered penis poking at her asshole. Judy pushed backwards, welcoming his intrusion. She felt his big hard dick slide, inch by inch, into her tender rectum. The experience was wonderful! Barnhart started pumping inside of her. Slowly at first. But, he quickly gathered speed. He seized the tiny girl around her petite waist as his pace quickened. "Oh, yeah! I'm fuckin' your big pooper!" Judy's naked tits were wiggling all around from the thrusting. The sensation was amazing. She reached up and began twisting and pulling on her own nipples. Her tiny bare feet pawed at the carpet. With Barnhart's dick slam dancing in her bowels like a big turd, the bare-assed teenager began undulating and gyrating her plump hind end skillfully. Her thick buttocks rolled and shook in fleshy waves. The amount of wobbling and jiggling she could produce was mind-blowing. The man buttfucking her loved the sight. "Oh yes! Rumpshaker! Shake that fat rump!" He thought he might pass out. There was nothing better in the whole world than having this gorgeous redheaded Stepperette writhing on the end of his dick and gratifying himself inside the giant ass that had inspired her name. "Who are you?" he shouted. "Who are you?" "I'm Judy The Booty!" The redhead cried out as the older man's greasy erection pounded her rectum. Her right hand raced down to finger her sopping wet clitoris. "I'm Judy The Booty!" Barnhart seized her buttche