Originally the permanence of Michael/Mikaela's transformation was gonna be Robert's fault but the more I wrote the more I didn't want to do my an Robert like that.
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“See dude?! I told you it’d work!” James jabbed Robert with his shoulder and pointed towards the entrance doors to their high school.
Robert rubbed the arm James had hit and followed his friend's finger to the double doors where he saw something unimaginable. “No way! Nuh-uh, that can not be real!” He stared, mouth agape at the impossibly voluptuous girl who entered the hallway and began making her way over towards them. Her school uniform skirt kicked up with each step she took, flashing her panties to everyone behind her. Her long, gorgeous black hair trailed behind her elegantly. But best of all her barrel sized tits bounced on her chest, straining the buttons on her button-up top. And the most bizarre thing about all of this was that everyone, although staring and ogling her, was acting as if this was completely normal and expected. “There’s no way in hell that’s Michael.”
“Well he and everyone else knows him as Mikaela but yes, that’s Michael.” He glanced over at Robert who was completely entranced by the set of tits that was walking over to the two of them. “And stop that,” James jabbed Robert again, “try to act normal for.”
“Hey guys. What’s up?” ‘Mikaela’ stepped off to the side of the hallway and joined Robert and James in blocking a few lockers. “And what’s up with Robert?”
“Oh him?” James took a half-step towards Robert, wrapped his arm around his shoulder, and pulled him down to be level with his own height. “He’s just being his weird ol’ usual self. Isn’t that right Robert?” He let go of his taller friend who stood up straight and fixed his hair.
“Uhh… Yeah. Just being my usual self.” Robert sheepishly squeaked out as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
“Right… Well I’d love to stay and chat but my locker is on the other side of campus so I’ll see you both in class and at lunch.” She brushed past the two boys and walked further down the hallway from them, holding her hand up in a goodbye gesture. As she sauntered down the hall she couldn’t help but accidentally bump into the occasional peer or two with the side of her breasts.
Once she was out of earshot Robert turned back to James, leaned his head closer to him, and talked in a hushed tone. “Okay, I believe you now so… hot the hell did you do it?”
“I’ll show you.” James slung his backpack over onto one shoulder so that he could rummage through one of the pockets while sporting a large, goofy, shit-eating grin. It didn’t take him long to pull out what could only be described as a heavily modified brick phone with a modern smartphone screen that showed a low-poly, 3D model of Mikaela slowly spinning in an A-pose. “I can use this thing to select one person and change a bunch of stuff about them and how others see them, see?” James began scrolling down a list of changes that varied from ‘Target: Unaware’ and ‘Normalization Aura: Active’ to ‘Breast Size: undefined’ and ‘Life Logic - Hentai’. “It’s pretty neat! Took it for a spin on my annoying older sister before I got the idea to get back at Michael for last year's prank.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Robert took a step away from James and peered down at him, “You’re doing this because of that April Fools prank he pulled on you last year?! Didn’t he just hide an opened can of sardines in your car cause this feels many steps too far for something that harmless.”
“Yeah? And? I’ll undo all of the changes during last period and the only people who will even remember this are the three of us.”
“But-” The bell notifying everyone that first period started in a few minutes rang over the intercom cutting Robert off.
“Look,” James placed the device back into backpack and swung it back around to his back, “just enjoy the classes you have with him for today and we’ll all laugh about this later when we look back at all of this. It’s just a harmless prank.”
And James wasn’t wrong. None of the three friends shared a first period class so they each went their own way and suffered through the early morning slog of a 6AM class. James however got a nice morale boost during his second period math class which he shared with Mikaela where he got to see the fruits of his unearned labor. One of the many settings that he placed on ‘Mikaela’ made it so she was the ‘main character’ of her own life which meant most events that would lead to interesting scenarios had a much greater chance of happening. This manifested in the teacher ‘randomly’ selecting her to come up to the whiteboard to solve a tricky equation. Only problem was that as she stood on her tippy-toes to start at the beginning of the equation she inadvertently smudged her chest into the whiteboard, smudging the dry erase onto her pristine white, button up top. Of course the class got a good laugh out of it while Mr. Torrez let out an exasperated sigh and gave up on having her finish the equation. The three friends aso didn’t share any of the same classes for third period and instead met up with one another during lunch in their usual spot. They each sat their trays down onto the cafeteria table except for poor Mikaela who’s breasts had nowhere to go but on top of the table. Despite this she didn’t seem bothered by it as she simply sat the tray down on top of her boobs and lifted her hands up so she could eat.
“What happened to your shirt?”
“Hmm?” Mikaela looked up at Robert with a mouth full of food which she hastily swallowed. “Oh! The ink stains? That’s nothing new. Mr. Torrez called me up to the front of the class to solve some equation and…” She gestured at her chest with a half eaten burger in one hand. “It happens at least twice a week.”
“I don’t know why he always calls you up to the board. It's the same thing every time.”
Robert shot James a quick glare over his blatant lie before returning his attention towards Mikaela. “Sounds like he’s doing it on purpose if you always smudge the whiteboard. Shouldn’t he know by now that that’s gonna happen?”
“Eh.” Mikaela shrugged, “I don’t think he has any ill intent by it. I do pretty well in his class so maybe he thinks I can explain it a bit differently for everyone else in the class.”
“I don’t think tha-”
“Hey,” James interrupted Robert, “don’t the two of you have home rec and health class after this?”
“Yeah. We do. Why are you bringing that up now?”
“You guys usually begin walking to your classes 15 minutes before lunch ends and it's 8 ‘till the bell rings.”
“Shit! Is it really?” Mikaela shoved the rest of her burger into her mouth and looked at the analog clock hanging in the cafeteria. “Fuck! Robert, we’re gonna be late!” She stood up from the table and grabbed Robert by the wrist, dragging him out of his spot and along with him as she began sprinting across the campus.
“Woah! Mikaela! Calm down, I can keep up on my own!” Robert shouted as he was dragged behind Mikaela who ignored him in her attempt to not be late for class. With him being pulled so close to her each step she took caused her wildly swaying breasts to slap and bump into him which didn’t help him keep his balance as he stumbled behind her.
They did luckily make it to Mrs. Brantley’s home rec class on time thanks to Mikaela’s anxiety over being late to class. Now normally this would be a mundane class where Robert and Michael would learn basic skills like sewing with the occasional tasty treat when their teacher wanted to teach them a new, simple recipe but that was all flipped on its head now with Michael being Mikaela. Mrs. Brantley had planned out for the class to learn and bake a simple 30-minute mini cake today which meant aprons, some inevitable burnt hands, and a snack for those who could follow directions. And Robert usually got to experience some delicious treats as with Michael at his side they’d stay on task and usually manage to make it through each recipe but that wasn’t how today was gonna go. Everyone was given a standard ‘one size fits all’ apron which on Mikaela looked like a crude bib that barely managed to hang over the edge of her chest. And despite her best intentions and following the recipe to a T, nothing could make up for her sheer clumsiness and lack of spatial awareness. Her hips knocked over their eggs and despite being given more by Mrs. Brantley nothing could save their bowl of batter from Mikaela's massive pendulum of a chest which sent it cascading down onto the tile floor.
“Shoot… I’m sorry Robert.” Mikaela squatted down, squishing her bosom between her torso and knees as she cleaned up the mess. “We can at least eat the frosting!”
With an ink and batter stained shirt and belly full of whipped up sugar the both of them moved onto their fifth period class: Mr. Rudd’s health class. Now Robert had found his poor friend's asset induced clumsiness endearing and a bit funny during fourth period but nothing could prepare him for what Jame’s remote had in store for him as their lesson on female anatomy began and he called Mikaela up to the front of the class.
“Okay Mikaela,” Mr. Rudd barked, “I’m gonna need you to strip please.”
“Wait- What?! I’m sorry sir I-”
“Do you want me to give you detention?! I said strip so strip goddamnit!”
Mikaela flinched as Mr. Rudd shouted at her but she begrudgingly followed his orders with a nervous look on her face. She started with her necktie which she untied and unceremoniously dropped to the floor before slowly unbuttoning her shirt. One button by one button she exposed her cavernous and sweaty cleavage to the class but stopped when she got to the halfway mark. “Sir, do I really have to-”
“I can drop you by a letter grade and tell your parents what a terror you are to have in my class! I don’t have all day to hear you yapping, you understand me?!”
“Yes sir…” Much faster than before she undid the last buttons on her shirt, exposing the massive black cups of her industrial strength bra to the class as she slipped the sleeves off her shoulders and dropped the shirt to the ground with her necktie. Next came the bra which she easily unclasped and dropped to the floor as well, at the tip of each teat were two puffy and erect nipples that were easily double the size of her head. Not missing a beat she continued onwards with removing her skirt then her panties but even then her massive mammaries blocked line of sight to her waist leaving it a mystery for now. And lastly were her shoes and socks, leaving her nude and deeply embarrassed at the front of the class.
“Thank you Mikaela. Now I can begin the lesson.”
Mr. Rudd began going over his lesson about female anatomy, using his yard stick as a pointer which he relentlessly smacked against Mikaela's bare skin. He described the functions of mammalian breasts of providing nutrients to newborns and how it's a common misconception that milk does not come out of a singular hole in the nipple and instead seeps through many pores in the areola and nipple area. When moving onto the genitalia he had to awkwardly lift one of Mikaela’s tits out of the way to give the class access to viewing his live model. He showed the various parts of the vagina including the labia majora, clitoris, pubic mound, vulva, and everything else he had easy access to before letting go of her boob and letting her get redressed.
“And that concludes today's lecture. I hope you all took good notes as this will be on the test this friday.”
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“I really hope Mikaela is doing alright.” Robert vented to James as they waited by the side of the pool for class to start. “Mr. Rudd was being a bit of a hardass on her… Don’t you think this is all going a bit too far?”
“No, no he might be a bit pissed when this is all over but seeing as no one but us three will remember it he’ll get over it.” James dismissed his friend's worries. “Now hush! She’s coming over.”
“Hey guys.”
“Hey Mikaela. I see the school swimsuit fits you nicely.” James taunted her over the excruciatingly obvious nipple outline she left on the skin tight one piece swimsuit.
“I’m not really in the mood right now James.”
“Yeah. Come on James.”
“Alright, alright. I was just teasing you before I did… this!” Robert held up the device and clicked a button. As he did, Mikaela's expression changed from a meek and reluctant to an embarrassed and furious one.
“What the fuck man! What is all of this?!” Michael gestured to his hentai-coded body. “Do you know how humiliating all of today was? I had guys flirting with me while drooling over these fucking back breakers!”
“Man, you need to calm down! No one but us will even remember this little prank I pulled on ya. I bet you’re regretting making my car smell like fish now, huh?”
“Is that what this is about!?”
“Guys…”
“You crossed a fucking line James! Give me the fucking remote!” Michael grabbed James by the wrist and tried to pry the device from his hands.
“It’s not a remote!” James struggled as Michael used the sheer weight of his breasts to bully James around but he managed to keep his grip on the device. “It’s a very powerful invention that I have to put back before my dad notices that it's missing.”
“Guys…”
“I don’t care! Give me the damn- remote!” Michael tugged hard on the device causing both of them to lose hold of it. It flung itself up into the air and splashed down into the pool next to them. “Dude!”
“Wha- I-… How is this my fault?! I was gonna turn you back after school! You were the one who freaked out and broke it!”
“Broke it?! No. No… You gotta fix it!”
“Fix it?! Michael, everyone thinks that this is normal now and it's not like I can ask my dad to go back to work and have them make a new one. That took them years to make.”
“So this is my life now?”
James stood silent in front of his two friends who were rightfully pissed at him. “Yeah man… I’m sorry I- It was just supposed to be a prank.”