Looking up, Jon saw Rachelle standing next to his desk. As he looked her over, he noticed she had an additional bump in her shirt between her B-cup breasts. Blinking twice, Jon made her clothing disappear to examine her better.
Unlike Maria, the bump between Rachelle's previous breasts was indeed a new boob. What Jon did not expect was that each breast had no nipple. Instead, what appeared to be a square piece of glass was located in the center of each breast. Before he could ask Rachelle a single question, a boy approached her. "H-hey, Rachelle," Bobby stammered. Bobby was one of the school's social misfits. It was no secret that he was a huge creeper, and his antisocial tendencies certainly didn't help. To be honest, Jon was shocked to see him talking to anyone, let alone the cute, naked girl with three boobs. He wasn't even in the same class as them. "Can I try again?"
"Really?" Rachelle asked with disgust in her voice as she turned to face him. "I haven't even been here five minutes!" Bobby only looked back and forth between her boobs and her face, ogling her. Jon noticed he reached down and adjusted a small, but noticeable erection. Rachelle noticed it too and she let out a disgusted grunt. She balled up her left fist and raised her arm straight over her head.
Jon thought she was going to hit him, but she instead held the pose and said "You get one pull. That's. It." Jon stood up and moved to see the front of Rachelle's body as Bobby excitedly reached up with his right hand, gripped Rachelle's left wrist and pulled her arm down. As he did, Jon saw a spinning movement beyond the windows in Rachelle's boobs. With a click, Jon saw in her right breast was the image of two stick figures, one on its knees in front of the other one. Another click, and the same image appeared in her center breast window.
"Yesyesyes...," hissed Bobby.
"Nonono...," whispered Rachelle.
The third spinning wheel stopped to show two figures, only this time one figure was standing behind the second who was bent over. Rachelle let out a sigh of relief and unclenched her fist. "Looks like today isn't your lucky day, Bobby. Now get the fuck out of here." Bobby slumped his shoulders and shuffled to the door. "See you tomorrow," he croaked, earning a disgusted growl from Rachelle.
She shuddered and turned to Jon. "That little shit will never get lucky. The best he'll ever get is touching my wrist, which is already gross enough. How about you, Jon?" Rachelle balled her fist and raised her left arm. "Care to try your luck?" Jon suddenly realized what she was: she was a living slot machine! "Rachelle, honestly, what are the details of your change?"
"At the party, some guy wished he 'had a chance to get lucky with' me. Now, everyone does have a chance to get lucky with me. When someone pulls down on my arm, they get a chance to win a sexual act with me."
"So you're forced into sex beyond your will?"
Rachelle shook her head. "No. See, the more I detest someone, the worse their odds become. There's still a chance to get lucky, but even if they win they may not get what they want. Bobby, for example, could try a million times and the best he could ever end up with is kiss on the cheek. Some jackpot, huh? You, however," she looked at his crotch and licked her lips, "well, you need to spin to find out."
Jon was about to reach for Rachelle's wrist when Mr. Pierce stepped into the room. "Maybe later," Jon said while blinking twice. Jon saw that even though Rachelle's clothing had returned, her shirt was still unbuttoned and pulled apart, allowing her slot windows to be seen. Free of her trance and seeing the teacher, Rachelle quickly lowered her arm and buttoned up the shirt. Jon was not sure if Mr. Pierce didn't notice Rachelle's display or if the wish had made her behavior normal and he didn't care. In either case, he immediately began call attendance. He continued on, reaching Jon's row.
"Jill."
"Pwethent."
"Jon."
"Here."
"Has anyone seen Catalina?" Jon then realized that Catalina was not in her normal spot. In fact, a different classmate now occupied the desk. The classroom door opened and Jon heard a voice speak from the doorway. "I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce. Got held up... getting ready this morning." The teacher looked over to the door with a blank expression before turning back to his list. "This is a warning. Any more tardiness this week will result in a detention," he said.
As the teacher returned to taking attendance, Catalina stepped into the room. Jon was surprised by what he saw. The most noticeable change was that she was waddling across the room. It was obvious that her change of walking was due to the large growth bulging underneath her sundress. She almost looked pregnant, but the bump was too low to be her stomach. Finally, her impressive breasts which Jon had been admiring the previous week were gone. Her chest was completely flat.
Blinking twice, Catalina continued to walk down the aisle towards him, only now she was completely naked. Jon saw that her breasts had not just been reduced. They were gone. She no longer even had nipples. However, Jon saw that she had gained something else. Hanging off of her lower stomach, slapping against her thighs, was a full sized cow udder.
Jon continued to watch her as she walked past him way to the back of the room, sitting in a chair at a large table against the wall directly behind Jon's desk. Her addition apparently made it impossible for her to sit in a standard desk. As class began, Jon repeatedly turned around to steal glances at the bizarrely well endowed girl. The color of the udder was different than Catalina's natural skin tone, a pale white against her darker skin. Jon looked up from the massive mammary and saw the Catalina was looking at him. She arched her eyebrow and gave him a wry smile. Her smile captivated him, and Jon couldn't help but smile back.
Catalina glanced around the room, making sure nobody was looking her way. Everyone else was too busy passing notes, doodling in notebooks, trying to not fall asleep, or actually paying attention to the boring math lesson to notice the girl in the back of the room. Seeing that no one was paying her any attention, Catalina look back into Jon's eyes and slowly reach down, tracing her fingertips across her udder. She spread her legs and edged towards the edge of the seat. Any normal girl in the same position would have been putting her pussy on full display. Instead, all Jon could see was the massive udder dangling between Catalina's legs.
Jon contemplated what it would be like to fuck her doggie style, imagining pounding into her from behind with the udder jiggling beneath her. Jon watched as she wrapped her hand around one of her long teats and, with a well practiced squeeze, sprayed a short stream of milk on the floor of the classroom. Jon's eyes went wide, and Catalina caught a couple stray drops from the end of the teat onto her fingertips and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean.
Jon blinked twice and Catalina's dress returned, but with a wet spot over the noticeable bump where the fresh squeezed teat was. She pursed her lips at him, then looked back to her notes, shifting further back in her chair. Jon turned back as well, trying to discreetly adjust the bulge in his pants. First period had only just begun.
This was going to be an awesome day.
