3rd Chromosome - Art Pt. 02

A little backstory here: I lost this. Seriously. It disappeared from my drive. So I've had to reconstruct it from memory. Hopefully it meets your expectations as the first chapter proved surprisingly popular.

***

Vicki heard the door open and shut followed by keys hitting the counter. Her partner, lover, and all but husband slunk in carrying a brown envelope. "Did you go to the Book Cellar again?"

"Hello to you too." He replied; clutching the envelope like it was a state secret. "I found something."

"You always find something." Vicki narrowed her eyes. "What's in the bag?"

Nick's eyes sparkled with a look she knew all too well. Oh god what now?! With a sigh she reached over and grasped the envelope and started to peel out a magazine. Vicki read the label and slammed it back inside. "You bought porn!? 3C porn?! I'm the only porn you get!"

"Look at it!" Nick exclaimed.

"Alright you..." Vicki snorted and pulled the rest of the magazine out. Her eyes widened and she looked at the cover and then back at her lover. "No fucking way!"

***

The flesh rippled with strength from every exertion. Muscles contracted and pressed against her skin with every movement. Not a single action was wasted; no effort without purpose.

Mandy couldn't help but stare as Dagmara flexed again bringing the bar down across her back. It was hard for her to concentrate with the Polish blooded beauty in her gym class. The way she moved and carried herself was so regal and arousing. When she worked up a good sheen of sweat Mandy couldn't help herself from smelling her divine scent.

Ms. Bradley came by and laid a hand on the bar Mandy was fondling. "Can you focus on your workout and not Ms. Grych please?"

Mandy straightened and nearly dropped the weights. "I'm sorry Ms. Bradley, I just.."

"Don't even bother. Just follow me. Let the weight down. Do not drop it." Colleen signaled Mandy to head to her office. She turned to the other students. "The rest of you have 5 minutes. Then head to the gym and laps."

A chorus of groans followed the pair as they left the weight room and marched down to Colleen's office. Mandy's heart raced as the teacher shut the door and sat at her desk. "Well?"

Mandy blinked. "What?"

"Are you going to explain yourself to me?"

"I was just..." Mandy exploded. "I mean I can't..."

"Enough." Ms. Bradley cut her off. "I won't have you distracted in my gym. It poses to much of a safety risk."

"Yes Ms. Bradley I just..."

"Am frustrated?" Mandy nodded. "Ms. Grych is not Captain of the Volleyball and swim team because of her looks. She works hard for it. She's in the gym everyday. If she's not in the gym she's getting cardio in with Felix Sanchez."

Mandy blinked, It was so unusual for a teacher to readily admit students were having sex on the grounds. Colleen leaned back in chair, finger across pursed lips "So how can I help you focus? Do you need a training regimen?"

"Ms Bradley," The 3Cs face reddened. "I can't workout cause I...um..."

Colleen suddenly shot forward. "That's it!? You get wood?"

Mandy gulped and nodded. The teacher responded by facepalming and muttering into her hand before laughing. "That's it? Alright lass."

"What?" Everything was moving to fast for the unfortunate student.

"Getting an erection just happens naturally. Nothing to be ashamed of. It's your bodies response to exertion." Colleen leaned over the desk. "You know it's an advantage right?"

"It's not an advantage, it's a..."

"Ahh that's where you're wrong." The teacher shot up out of her chair. "You have so much testosterone coursing through your veins looking for an exit. When you exercise do you feel a burn?"

"Maybe?" Truth be told she didn't invest much into gym class.

"It'll feel good. Trust me. That's your body reacting; building up muscle. With a proper regime you can gain quite easily."

Images of Dagmara and even some of the cheerleaders filtered through Mandy's brain. "I don't want to be super fit."

"No of course not. But it will give you an outlet for all your excess energy."

"But what about..."

Colleen sat back down and rummaged through her desk. After several moments of searching she produced a barely used blue notepad. "What do you have next?"

"Um...history...but..." A piece of paper was already being torn off.

"The rest of class you're going to give me everything you got. After class I expect you to handle your little issue. Wait until everyone leaves and use the showers." Ms. Bradley handed her a hall pass. "For now on I expect 100% out of you."

Mandy stared at the sheet dumbly. "Okay."

"Now back to class, you're running suicides."

The 3C gulped. What the hell just happened?

***

"And that's why this little alliance is posing a threat to the school."

Ms. Aberdeen didn't bother to hide her annoyance at Ms. Cunningham. The old crone was wailing again at what the Gender Alliance and allowing 3Cs into her school was doing for it and her reputation. Even the principal and dean were trying not be annoyed by her behavior. The dean, an aged hippie, finally spoke up after moments of deafening silence. "I don't think..."

Undeterred, the witch droned on. "Of course you don't. The reputation of this school is on the line. They pose a threat to our accreditation. Letting them in was a mistake you'll soon regret."

"Those born with the 3rd chromosome have been attending here for years without issue." The dean looked over at Vicki. "I don't see how this is suddenly an issue."

"It's always been an issue!" Ms Cunningham wailed; color rising in her wrinkled, ashen face. "Just because we've had a few 'passable' students doesn't mean the rest aren't deviants and malcontents."

Deviants and malcontents. How fucking old are you? No wonder you got divorced Annis. Yes, her first name was Annis. It was getting too much for the art teacher. "You're implying..."

"Stating."

Vicki glared at her. "Implying that those with the 3rd Chromosome are predisposed to deviancy?"

"It's no secret that they're more likely to be deviants. Don't you read the news? Or are you beyond books?"

Vicki ignored the rebuke even as it made her insides bristle. She tried to be diplomatic, "I don't agree with you or your sources. There is no evidence, scientific evidence, that those with a 3rd chromosome are predisposed to anything."

"They're already abominations. Deviancy is not far off." Vicki was going to leap over the table and smack that smarmy smile off Ms. Cunningham's face. What the brunette also resented was that the principle and dean were silent while they had their debate. When they said nothing, the english teacher continued.

"I think we're done here." Annis declared, attempting to stratify her victory. After a few seconds of silence she got up and harumpfted. "Do be sure your club is properly disbanded, I'd hate for the news to pick it up."

***

If there was part of her that didn't hurt, Mandy couldn't name it. True to form, Ms. Bradley stuck to her word. She relentlessly pushed the 3C student until every bone ached; even having her make up the suicides that the other students had done while they talked. There better be a payoff here. Mandy thought as she struggled to breathe. After running from end to end of the gym Ms. Bradley broke them into teams and had them play Ultimate Frisbee; a game that had all the physicality of football with the coordination of baseball. Needless to say, Mandy was terrible at both and the two combined did little to help her athletic prowess.

She grimaced as Dagmara effortlessly threw the frisbee. The red and white disc sailed through the air and to Mandy's horror, started to arc in her direction. With a mighty heave, Mandy launched herself into the air. Even though the jump barely cleared a few inches, it was just enough. Her fingers grasped then tightly gripped the plastic and dug in. Gravity came back as she clung to the disc and dragged her back down to earth.

Mandy's sore legs went out from under her as she landed. Even as she victoriously clutched the disc, the brunette crumpled to the floor. Unfortunately, her fall was broken by another player. Even worse, that player happened to be Gloria. The pair fell into a pile of humanity; the blonde cheerleader's body took the brunt of the impact. As they toppled Mandy came face to face with her tormentor.

"Hi." She managed to squeak. Her erection, which she managed to keep hidden throughout the activities, was pressed firmly into Gloria's thigh.

Gloria blinked for a second before roaring. "Get off me!"

She roughly pushed Mandy up off her. Did she just cop a feel? The 3C thought as the cheerleader shoved her. She felt fingers grasp her member for just a second; a slight tug that announced her attentions. The encounter, lasting only milliseconds, left Many confused. Before she could process it, a whistle sliced through the air. "That's enough. Everyone to the lockers!"

Students ran to their water bottles and quickly filled out the door. Mandy had just gotten to her bottle when Ms. Bradley stopped her. "Except you. Help me collect everything."

"What did I do?"

"Everything I asked." Ms. Bradley explained as they went around and collected cones. "You showed good work today. I expect that out of you from now on."

"Great." Mandy said dryly.

"I'm serious dear." Colleen offered rare praise. "You did very well. One thing though."

Mandy finished collecting the markers and handed over the assembled pile. "Yes?"

"Get some biker shorts or something. Your dick sticks out."

***

I can't believe I'm doing this. Mandy thought as she slipped into the locker room. Ms. Bradley's delay allowed the other students time to go to their next class, leaving Mandy alone for what was next. That didn't stop her from checking every nook and cranny just to be sure no one was around.

Satisfied but still uncertain, Mandy stripped down to bare flesh. Grabbing a towel and a single sample bottle of body wash she crept into the shower. With a solid tug her chosen shower head sputtered to life; spraying her first with ice cold water before it warmed to acceptable levels. Initially she actually did washdown her body. A layer of sweat coated her body that disappeared under the watermelon scented soap. There was no delay though as she firmly grasped a hold of member. The 6 inch dick stuck out like a beacon against the feminine curves of her body. It felt warm in her hand and tingled as the palm of her hand wrapped around it. Slowly she started stroking the cock; Mandy's brain filtered through the myriad number of fantasies before settling on one.

Gloria was kneeling in front of her. Her clothing in tatters and her breathing ragged. Eyes filled with desire she beckoned Mandy. "Come on Mandy. You know you want this." She ran her tongue across those ruby red lips of hers. "How long have you wanted to fuck me? How you many nights have you jerked to me?"

"Shut up!" Mandy declared. In her mind she was pushing her cock forward until it pressed into Gloria's lips. With a little shove, the member popped passed the threshold and into Gloria's inviting mouth. The blonde did not protest, instead she welcomed the dick. Her tongue lashed out over the rock hard member. Drops of precum erupted from the tip and splattered against Gloria's throat. It only encouraged Mandy further. Her hips rocked back and forth and her member started to piston out of her blonde partner. Mandy turned the situation around, "Is this what you wanted? You blonde bitch jealous of my cock? Well here it is!"

She sped up her actions. In her mind's eye her dick was thrusting in and out of Gloria's full lips. In reality, her hand was furiously pumping her cock. Sheets of water fell upon her as her cock continued to spew copious amount of pent up pre across the white tile. Mandy was on a hair trigger today and wasn't going to last much longer.

In her fantasy she pulled out of Gloria with a loud pop. The blonde ran her tongue of cum stained lips and started to rub her own body. "That was just a preview wasn't it? Don't you want the rest of me?"

"Later bitch!" She shouted. Only satisfaction was on Mandy's pleasure addled mind, though a brief image of Gloria laying before her, legs spread wide and welcoming to Mandy's cock as they fucked. Yet that was not to be.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mandy grunted in her fantasies. Her hips bucking as she continued to pump her cock; the member was throbbing and pulsing angrily. Gloria teased her onward, rubbing her large breasts and rolling her massive nipples through her fingers. "Give it to me you bitch! Give me your 3C seed!"

Mandy pumped even faster; her hand a blur across her cock. Her free hand gripped tightly against the showerhead; holding her steady while spraying the futanari with deluge of water that was quickly turning cold.

"Is this what you want?" Mandy taunted.

Her cock seized once before releasing its' cargo. Thick spurts of girlcum shot out of it, blasting the tile with her seed. The cream splattered along the wall in quick bursts, each one losing a little bit of intensity as Mandy cried out, as quietly as possible, in utter satisfaction at her dirty deed.

If Mandy paid attention to her surroundings she may have noticed someone observing her impromptu teacher sanctioned masturbation session. As the cum continued to drip down the tile wall the blonde watching the 3C silently crept away.

***

"You look like you tried to tame a lion."

"It felt that way." Vicki replied, "I got called before the dean to settle some accusations."

"Want to talk about it? I'll buy the coffee." Ms. Bradley offered.

"Coffee's free here." Vicki narrowed her eyes.

"I'm still buying." An insistent buzzing erupted from Colleen's side. She reached into a pocket and plucked out her cell phone. "Hello? What bloody time is it there?! You what?!"

Vicki did math in her head. It was nearly noon here. And if it was England, plus the time zones...it was tomorrow? Ugh, she couldn't do add it up. Any color on Colleen's pale face drained away.

"Right I understand." Ms. Bradley looked over at Vicki. "I got to go."

"Okay." Vicki replied, not comprehending what was happening, nor realizing if Colleen heard her. Already the phys ed teacher was marching down the hall; bulldozing a path through a throng of students.

***

Mandy pressed herself against the locker as Erica passed by. The latina was a fellow 3C but possessed the rare XXX or 'sexy' mutation. The result: Her body was sex distilled and poured into a person. Her breasts were much larger than her head and covered her entire torso. And her butt was so thick and juicy that it filled her with lustful insanity. Mandy lost many a night to visions of that ass. Erica wasn't vain like Gloria but knew she had an intense following; a legion of cocks at her command. Mandy sighed as she watched that butt wobble away; she wasn't going to get any of it anytime soon.

"If you're done admiring I'd like to get lunch." Sarah whispered in Mandy's ear causing the now brunette to jump.

"Gah, your scared me!"

"Yeah well, I don't have a dick so I can't daydream about sticking it in people." Her friend replied sarcastically. "Come on. Pizza day. I want to get there before it gets cold."

The pair headed to the cafeteria and piled into the line for food. As they shuffled forward Sarah filled her in on the latest gossip. "Ms. Cunningham was angry about something."

"When isn't she?" Mandy took a sandwich while Sarah piled on several slices of greasy pizza.

"This was different. We were supposed to go read Anne Frank but she decided we didn't need it. Instead we're focusing on the order of things. 'Go Set a Watchman.' What is that crap?"

Sarah and Mandy sat down at the table of outcasts with their friend Tony. Sarah wouldn't complain this much unless... "You already bought the cliff notes didn't you?"

"I did!" Sarah continued to whine as she applied napkins to her pizza. "I only earn so much babysitting and I need it for my outfits! I won't get asked to homecoming looking cheap."

Mandy did her best to hide her eye roll. My clothes come from Goodwill. Another of her father's doing. "Of course. What do you think?"

She prodded Tony who remained unresponsive; his face buried in the screen of his phone. She prodded again. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Making sure you're alive." Mandy commented but he was already gone. She swore that his entire existence revolved around that glowing box of his.

"This kids never gonna get laid with that attitude." Sarah pulled off the now transparent napkins. "If it does. End of the world. Armageddon."

The 3C rolled her eyes again; ignoring the sickening squish the napkins made as they hit the tray. They were quite the Dysfunctional trio but they were friends.

***

"Thanks for doing this." Ms. Aberdeen stated to her visitor.

"Whatever."

Vicki grabbed Judy's shoulder and shook it. "Seriously. We had no idea you were a..."

"Model? Page 2 girl? Dick slut?"

"Model will suffice."

"How'd you find out anyway? I tend to keep my job separate."

Vicki reddened. "Well, you see Nick was at the store and..."

"Nick found me!? Dear sweet Nick was looking up porn and found me?"

"I..."

"If he wants to see the real thing why doesn't he just ask?" Judy teased and grabbed at her cock. "I could give him a personal show."

"No!" Vicki demanded, straightening her glasses. "I already gave him the business."

"Pity. Let's get this over with."

Vicki lead her friend into the classroom. "Everyone, our your supplies away. We have a guest today. This is Judy Cu..." She paused. "Judy."

Her class blinked for several seconds. No one daring to ask what Judy was. Finally someone spoke up. "What are you?"

"Human. Flesh and blood." Judy quipped. "But in today's class I am a model, photographer, and director."

"She is here to explain the art she's involved in. I thought you'd appreciate an insider's view." Ms. Aberdeen explained.

"That's right." Judy explained, surprisingly professional. "I work in photography mostly. There you cannot be just a model, you really need a grasp of the entire business. Anyone can grab a camera and stick photos on Instagram, and that might get you famous. More than likely it will not. You need to have a grasp on all the aspects of your profession."

"Did you go to school?"

Judy snorted and pulled up a chair, sitting on it backwards. "Of course I did. I went to this one. Got kicked out too."

Several times. Vicki thought. Detention is how we met. Her guest continued, "Formally, I swiped a camera from a shop. When it didn't sell I started using it and discovered photography. I made a portfolio that got me accepted to a community college then a ..."

Mandy was vaguely listening to the her. Everything was tuned out as she stared and the woman speaking. Red hair, confident demeanor. Just turned slightly and Mandy saw a shimmer of green on her neck. A tattoo. Her heart fluttered and her cock, which had been satiated early in the day, suddenly sprang to life. If she wasn't wearing jeans it would have smacked the table with a resounding thud. There's no way it could be...

Judy stood abruptly and marched to the board. Mandy watched with rapt attention. It has to be. She eyed the woman's jeans and the way the bent around her crotch. She's a 3C. Surreptitiously she reached into her bag, quietly plucking out her cell phone. Mandy hurriedly snapped several pictures before shoving her phone away.

Before long the class, and day, ended. Mandy raced home as fast as her legs could carry her. Bursting through the door like a human tsunami, she bolted upstairs to her room. Ripping through her art box she pulled out her copy of 3C magazine, tearing through pages until she found her goal. With a careful eye she compared images of her idol to those she had snapped earlier. Similar hair, boobs...maybe? Cock...Mandy was bad as guestimating sizes, but she assumed they were similar. Tattoo. Her eyes traced the barest slivers of green Judy showed on her neck, matching them to the picture in the magazine. Oh god, oh god, oh god! There was no doubt in her mind that Judy was Madam J. Her heart fluttered and member ached in her pants. Fuck me!