TRIGGER WARNING This chapter includes a sexual assault. Please don't read it if this is going to be a problem for you.
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Sarah pushed Biff's body off of herself and stood up. Trying to act confident and casual, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wiped off her sticky crotch as best she could. Her panties were so stretched out that they wouldn't fit her anymore, so she pulled her shredded jeans on, held the buttonless front of her blouse shut over her still-impressive tits, and walked out with as much dignity as she could muster. She was lucky enough to get out of the school and into her car without being noticed by anyone, and she drove home, trying to think of what she would do to redeem herself.
Biff, meanwhile, pulled his clothes back on in shame while Kim laughed her ass off. She made fun of his tits, his ass, and his tiny dick, but most of all of his helpless ejaculation when he was fucking Sarah. Biff's face was bright red with shame, but he couldn't think of anything to say. All he did was smile and giggle uncontrollably. He felt like a fucking tool.
Biff headed to his next class, hoping that he could get through the rest of the day without getting kicked out of class for his indecent clothes, or getting too much attention from the boys. He could feel their eyes on him all day long, and he strongly disliked all the leering glances and whispered lewd comments he received.
In spite of his experience with Sarah and Kim, the low point in Biff's day came at the end. He was leaving school, relieved that he could finally head home and hide in his room, when someone grabbed his arm. Biff was trying to avoid anyone as he left the school, so he was walking around the back near the dumpsters, where students rarely went. There shouldn't have been anyone around. Biff turned around and saw Steve grinning down at him, eyes drawn to the exposed cleavage spilling from his shirt.
"I've been looking for you all day," said Steve.
"That's why I've been avoiding you," replied Biff, giggling helplessly. He found it was almost impossible to be stern when he kept smiling and giggling every time someone pissed him off.
Predictably, Steve took this the wrong way. Biff tried to push Steve away, but Steve kept on coming closer. There was nobody else around, and Biff was too small and too weak to keep Steve off of himself. He tried slapping Steve in the face, but his smiling and giggling made it seem like playful fighting rather than a serious effort to stop himself from being molested.
Biff felt sick to his stomach. When Steve got his hands inside Biff's top and started fondling his tits, Biff said "I may be giggling, but this is seriously NOT OKAY. You need to get your hands off me now!"
Biff just laughed and said, "I can't help myself, Buffy, you're just so hot!" Biff smiled and giggled, and hated Kim for doing this to him. He hated Steve for doing this to him. Worst of all, he hated himself for letting this happen to him, even though he knew it wasn't his fault. No matter how hard he fought back, Steve's hands kept wriggling in, touching him all over his tits and his stomach and his butt. He wasn't giggling anymore, but it didn't seem to help.
After what felt like forever, Steve reached his hand down the front of Biff's pants. Steve's eyes widened in horror as he realized that he was feeling a tiny, flaccid penis instead of a girl's vagina. He yanked Biff's jeggings down and stared at the tiny cock. Face turning red with rage, he glared at Biff, who was shaking with fear.
"You fucking faggot!" Steve yelled, "what the fuck is wrong with you!?!" He slapped Biff once, hard, across the face, and turned and ran away. Biff was left lying beside the school, leggings around his knees, breasts hanging out of his skimpy top, crying helplessly.
