It was my first day of school. Rather it was my first day of school in this timeline. I couldn't help but to be nervous, after all I had a lot riding on my actions and interactions with my school mates. If I wanted to make the future better (at least for myself and those close to me) I would have to set things up in my favor from the get go. To that extent I made a quick list of my elementary school class mates and teachers who would play a big role in my future for good or bad. It wasn't a perfect list but it was a start.
Ms. Tabitha Melom was a widowed woman whose husband died in the Vietnam war a few weeks after they got married. Rather than remarry she put herself through college and became a teacher of younger children, possibly due to never having any of her own. I never found out why she moved from where she was teaching to her current place of work but she ended up becoming the teacher for first and second grade classes due to a lack of school funding and the fact that the elementary school was in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. She was around sixty seven when I started school and always wore extremely baggy, long sleeved, yet colorful wool dresses. I honestly have to say she was the best teacher I had. Growing up when I did Autism even Aspbergers Syndrome was seen as a glorified version of mental retardation. Most of the time Autistics were shunned from society, hell my kindergarten class picture had me sitting in a corner with the other "undesirables" as the teacher at the time called them. Ms. Melom was an aberration to that rule, she was accepting, she repeated things as necessary, and she actually cared enough to ask how I was feeling. I remember skipping school thirteen years later to attend her funeral. She died at seventy nine not due to old age, her breathing problems, or any other natural cause but simply because her new doctor prescribed her an inhalation based medication that he shouldn't have. She had a severe allergic reaction to the drastically increased strength in the medication in the new inhaler and died, a rather pitiful and easily avoided death for a great woman. I waited until her coffin was lowered into the ground, covered, and everyone had left before I came out from behind the tree I used to hide away from view. I lowered a single red rose onto the turned up earth, dusted a bit of stray soil from the top of her tombstone, then left knowing the world had lost one of the few honest and kind souls that I knew of. She had graying brown hair done up in a bun, soulful hazel eyes with a beauty mark under her left eye and a small smattering of freckles by her nose, and a face almost perpetually in a smile with crow's feet and laugh lines decorating her face. I remember picking up her coin purse outside during lunch break once when she was playing with a group of the other kids. While her dresses were long sleeved and nearly dragged on the ground she always seemed to have comically small pockets on her clothing which led to her losing or misplacing things. Despite heavy pondering I believe that was the only time that particular purse was dropped. Upon returning the coin purse she popped it open, looked at the pictures inside, and then she promptly scooped me up into a hug. Due to being fearful of most physical contact from other people I froze up especially since it felt like I was sinking into her. After that incident she avoided hugging me instead settling for patting me on the head whenever her urge for physical kindness cropped up in her. To this day I am still curious as to what was shown in the pictures in her coin purse that she had such fondness for.
Ms. Sasha Schmidt taught third grade, art class, and gym. In all honesty she looked like an older gray haired Professor Trelawney from the Harry Potter movies. She had wide green eyes behind coke bottle thick glasses, frizzy hair, and carried a thermos filled to the brim with some of the strongest coffee on the face of the earth just so she could keep up with her work load. She had a love for multicolored shirts and stained waist-high overalls simply because it would hide the paint stains and glue smudges. I think that she would have preferred to teach middle school or high school history because she was always talking to the class about random historical facts, usually about ancient Greece or Rome.
Ms. Chia Thompson was the teacher for fourth and fifth grade and a distant neighbor of mine. Her skin was perpetually red due to the absurd amounts of homemade alcohol she drank and sun she absorbed throughout a school day. She was violently defensive of her niece Melody and when combined with her varying stages of drunkenness it wasn't uncommon for her to make children cry with her wanton cruelty towards anyone who she perceived as insulting her niece. She never married due to a combination of take shit from no one and no thing attitude, her inferiority complex brought on by her discovering that she was sterile, and a need to "make everyone do their best". Unlike Melody or Melody's mother Chia Thompson's hair was brown along with her eyes. She wore simple and efficient clothing usually jeans, some sort of t-shirt, and a sweater if the weather called for it. When I was younger I wish that she would have decided that bras were a necessary clothing option, despite her atrocious attitude she did cut an impressive figure with musk melon sized breasts and a heavy set bottom that made her jeans audibly strain in protest of her movements in some cases. I remember feeling embarrassed due to my arousal during the sex ed talk in fifth grade simply because by that time she decided to wet nurse for a relative. Her choice ended up causing her breasts to easily overtake her head in size, it didn't help that she was leaking near constantly by that point. I honestly think she's where I got my lactation fetish from.
Ms. Bethany Howzer was a kind woman who had never married. She helped teach how to garden and keep bees to those who were interested for half an hour after school as a volunteer class. During school however she was the lunch lady. She always had a smile on her face and a laugh following close behind. She had slowly graying honey blond hair put into a long singular ponytail that she draped over her shoulder, bright hazel eyes surrounded by thin framed glasses, and one of the biggest sets of breasts I had ever seen. She was on the shorter side around five feet two inches at the most which made her curves even more extreme, her breasts eclipsed the vast majority of her torso yet retained a protruding shape instead of just hanging low, her hips were at least half a foot wider than her shoulders in each direction, as for her ass (as it was most assuredly an ass there was literally no other word for it) it was large enough that there was a vast spillage of cheek coming off from each side of whatever chair she sat down on. Despite her curves she wasn't fat, sure she had the slight paunch that came with age but as I saw on the one field trip our school took to a nearby water park she didn't have any excess cellulite or fat lumps on any part of her ivory white body. She wore a simple black one piece bathing suit that honestly looked like it was fighting for its life just to contain her breasts. When coupled with her prodigious rump it simply surrendered and allowed her buns to gobble it up.
Ms. Lana Carpal was the self proclaimed "great and powerful principal of this fine establishment". She was a no nonsense woman who held the school together in all honesty. Confiscating Ms. Thompson's alcohol whenever she could find it, helping Ms. Melom keep the more rowdy students in line, making sure Ms. Schmidt had enough art supplies, and making sure that none of the kids tried running home during recess. She was a slight woman with gray hair in a bob, dark brown eyes behind thin glasses, and a personality larger than life. She had a love for outdated dresses and black buckle shoes.
Mrs. Debra Grisham was the school bus driver for field trips. She had long black hair, dark blue eyes, and a love for darker lipsticks which she used to hide her slightly blue lips. She didn't talk much due to a respiratory disease that she got when she was very young. She almost always dressed in long brightly colored dresses. I don't think anyone knew much about her to be honest.
Cathleen Woods was perhaps the worst person in the school especially given her position. She was the special needs teacher during my first two years before a professional was brought in and Cathleen was forced into an assistant role. She would verbally bully those that she declared "an unnecessary hindrance upon the American society." she used to be physically cruel but after Clayton Shaw's mother came in and put Cathleen over her knees and spanked her Cathleen stuck to insults and snide comments when nobody of the adult kind was around to hear her. After I graduated elementary school she ended up getting positioned at the middle school I went to much to my aggravation.
Nicole Grosmin was in the same grade as me. Growing up she wanted with all her heart to become an artist. Sadly she was also a very shallow and jealous girl who grows to be a very spiteful woman who fully believed in the phrase 'finders keepers losers weepers'. When she got older she was more than happy to accuse men who annoyed her of sexual harassment up to rape depending on her mood to get what she wanted. I would have to be wary of her especially since she accused me of assaulting one of her "friends" in sixth grade simply because I wouldn't give her my gaming systems. As an adult she had long dark blond almost brown hair, blue eyes, and a thin athletic figure from a combination of 'healthy' eating (which in all honesty was her eating just enough to survive) and exercise. She dropped off the map and entered obscurity after high school.
Melody Thompson wanted to dance ballet or be an actress when she grew up. She was my first crush in my original life, a very bad mistake on my part. She was in my grade and was terrifyingly skilled in emotionally wrapping people around her little finger. Most of my fellow students in elementary school didn't bother correcting her manipulations due to her charm and the fact that her aunt Ms. Thompson taught third fourth and fifth grade. Any time she perceived one of her students bad talking Melody she would keep them after school for detention where they would be forced to write 'I will not say mean things about fellow students' for an hour at a time eventually she got called Melody the malady by those who wised up to her actions. As an adult she had long nearly white blond hair, light blue eyes, and an exceptionally curvy figure with T cup breasts which began lactating on and off after she hit fifteen due to a hormonal disorder, a twenty two inch waist, and forty three inch wide hips. A combination of nearly impossible natural looks and acting skills netted her a fair number of roles as a background actress before she switched to exotic dancing as she got older. She took great joy in her capability to keep attention thanks to her athleticism (from playing on the girls sports team as well as being a member of the cheerleader squad for our middle school and high school) and how jiggly her curves were despite their perkiness.
Aleah Perry was in the same grade as me after she transferred into my school in my third year of education with a fixation on studying acrobatics and ballet performances that led to her joining the cheerleading squad in middle school around the same time as Melody. She seemed kind at first and was happy being my friend until middle school. I later found out that she started the rumors of me being a homosexual simply because I didn't pick up on her subtle attempts at flirting. She was also an unabashed size queen going from whoever had the biggest dick in the school whether it was real or rumor, fellow classmates or visiting sports players, older men or younger. As an adult she had long brown hair, brown eyes, a subtly curved figure kept from her years as a cheerleader, and a very tomboy attitude that she kept from her childhood. The major change she had as an adult was her love of baggy clothing no one knows why she changed from her garb of short shorts, whale tail, and extremely small crop tops to more conservative clothing. Some say one of her former lovers poured some chemical on her in a fit of rage that left her scarred, others say she simply grew up, as for myself, well I prefer to withhold judgment until I knew for sure.
Clayton Shaw was a large, heavyset boy that was head and shoulders above all of his peers in height who was one grade higher than me. Many thought that he was stupid or slow due to how long it took him to comprehend most theoretical classes. While he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed he was far from dumb. Any class that had to do with building or hands on work he would be the first one done with any project then he would drift around the class helping anyone who needed it. He grew up to be a kind man of few words preferring to let his actions do the talking for him.
Meghan Foster, Marriah Shaw, and Brittany Wilson were all one year beneath me and were inseparable. For the first three months they would switch seating arrangements and name tags just to play pranks on the teacher, delighting in aggravating Ms. Melom until they got bored of it.
Meghan was a spoiled little thing with black hair and green eyes combined with a devil-may-care attitude. She was the act first think later member of their group and ended up deciding that her group should follow and listen to Melody as if Melody was some sort of higher being. Meghan was also the curviest out of the group, built like a plus sized model, and filled with confidence, or she was before she started extreme dieting because the father of her children decided that she was to fat to stay with. I believe Meghan weighed in at about one hundred pounds when she and her children died in a car crash.
Marriah Shaw was the younger sister of Clayton Shaw and a very non confrontational person. Meek and mild with eyes like the sky and hair like straw she was a very obvious country girl based on her love of jeans, mud, trucks, and denim vests. She was more of a follower than anything else preferring to go with the flow than make waves. She ended up inheriting her family's farm along with her brother after her mother's passing. She grew up to be a curvaceous and kind woman who ended up teaching special needs children at the same elementary school we went to in our youth.
Brittany Wilson was the middle ground of her little group, she was willing to raise absolute hell if needed, as well as try to iron things out when she could. I can't remember the number of times she took the blame for things Meghan did or stood up for Marriah when Marriah got nervous. She had a rather rounded face and subtle curves, with long golden hair, mischief filled blue eyes, and a wide smile that reached her eyes. Sadly I don't know what ended up happening to her after high school.
My Grandpa's shouting of "Wake up kids it's time for breakfast!" pulled me from my thoughts. Putting the partial list under the bed I kissed Samantha and Teresa on the forehead pulling them out of the land of nod and into full awareness. Smiling at me they pulled back the bed covers revealed two very cum stuffed tummies that stuck out as if they each ate a small melon and nothing else. Jumping out of the bed quickly Samantha gave me a kiss on my right cheek at the same time that Teresa gave me a kiss on the left before they went to the closet to get dressed. I threw on jeans, socks, shoes, and an embarrassingly cringe inducing shirt with Gumby and a metric shit ton of colors on it. Turning around I saw Samantha and Teresa wearing matching gray sweatpants, Teresa had on a short sleeved blue t-shirt while Samantha had on a short sleeved pink t-shirt, and both were grabbing a zip up white sweatshirt just incase it rained. After I grabbed a quick breakfast of cereal and an apple we were ready to go. As I got in the van I was certain that the future would work out wonderfully in my favor. One way or the other.