NNN and the god of mischief

[Nine]

First time posting on the board. I really liked some of the magical based stories in here, so I wanted to try my hand at another. Hopefully I can complete the whole series in a timely manner. Also hopefully I can be creative enough to actually do it all.

Day 1

The god of mischief frowned. Earlier in the day he was feeling rather bored and decided to pick on his favorite boy, little Timmy. He wasn’t literally little, being in high school and standing amongst the tallest in the class, but his interaction with women was so insignificant that it would be praise to call it small. This had the added effect, or some may say the reason for his small interaction with women, that he would not be able to hold an orgasm. Just the slightest thank you from a girl he held the door open for would send his little partner downstairs into a frenzy. If he actually came into contact with one he would have to take a pardon from class to have a little alone time in the bathroom.

Today though the god of mischief wanted to spice it up. Little Timmy was heading to the school rather late, causing there to only be one other person in existence on the sidewalk. A young girl in front of him with big messy hair and a small frame that could be mistaken for a middle schooler. Unfortunately for her, whose name the god of mischief did not care to figure out and Timmy did not know, she chose the wrong day to sleep in. The god of mischief made a rush of wind race past them, a wind that decided it did not want to follow the normal rule of wind. The wind changed directions and headed upwards, as if being emitted from the ground, and in a flash miss messy hair skirt shot up and had her underwear for all to behold. The pair of white underwear with little hearts did not appear to be the right size, for it did not cover the entire butt but instead decided to disappear into the girl’s buttcheeks. Miss messy hair quickly shot an arm back to push back down her skirt, looked backward with a face that matched a tomato, and ran off towards the school. All little Timmy could do was leave his mouth open in shock.

Now back to the present hour, why was the god of mischief frowning? Because little Timmy did not do anything with the sight. He did not ask to get out of class, he did not hurry home and lock the door, and most importantly he skipped his daily routine of sifting through the inappropriate side of the web. And so the god of mischief searched for the answer, ignoring every other little responsibility that a god of mischief would have. As it turns out, it did not take long to find what he searched for.

“No Nut November.” The god of mischief said. “So he doesn’t want to do anything because of this silly little contest?” The god of mischief pondered for a moment before emitting a glow that only the god of mischief could glow. He quickly made hands appear so he could crack his knuckles. “Well well little Timmy, the challenge has been accepted. I’m sorry women, but some sacrifices have to be made.”

Day 2
Little Timmy wandered alone through the packed halls. He did have friends, mind you, although they would much rather hang out after school then try to find each other between classes. He had his head down to avoid contact with the girls, although not so low that he couldn’t see Brianna heading down the hall, a girl he did know by name for fact that she was the head cheerleader. A group that didn’t need to try and make Timmy blush. Today however her cheerleading skills were not up to bar, for her foot decided to plop right in front of the other, forcing her to trip and begin falling down face first. Face first into Jimmy.

Now Jimmy watched a lot of anime and was used to this kind of situations. Most times he would welcome it with open arms, but not today. Not with No Nut November. On their way down he quickly shot out his hands, stopping Brianna as his back landed on the ground. Unfortunately, he did not aim his hands very well.

The boobs in his hands felt like stressballs, a little squishy without even trying. Timmy’s hands would be considered a little big, and even they could not fully wrap around the size of what he held. And boy did he hold it. Not by choice of course, because his mind was a little foggy from the tumble, but enough time for the hallway to realize what had happened and try to take the quickest snapshot in the west. Little Timmy would not let this happen and was the first to act, what Brianna was doing while a random man had ahold of her boobs the world may never know. In an act of ungentlemanly contact he threw her, by the boobs of course, right off beside him before hurriedly dashing away. The only thing that rose for little Timmy that day was his blood pressure.

The hallway sighed and continued on as normal, Brianna’s friends quickly pulled her back up. While Brianna quickly tried to laugh it off and move on, one of her friends, Elizabeth, a brunette girl in double pigtails, could not. She bit on her lip, a hand moving to her chest, a chest that was rabidly beating much more then what her normal heartbeat was used to.

Day 3
Little Timmy’s eyes darting back and forth through the crowd. Girls were seen everywhere, one taking a drink from a water fountain, another opening her bottom locker before standing up and talking to her friends. While he was usually too embarrassed to look them in the face today he was a man on a mission. And just what he was prepared for came to be.

Elizabeth came walking towards him, her eyes staring down to the right as if they were glued down there. As it turned out they were not, for she quickly shot up her eyes to little Timmy before her one foot tripped in front of another, falling straight towards him. By no choice of the god of mischief, mind you, but he wouldn’t let an opportunity go to waste.

Little Timmy shot out his arms, watching intently and spacing them out so they would not touch anything they shouldn’t. What neither he nor Elizabeth expected was for a person to walk right in between them. Elizabeth fell into the new person, the new person stepping back and hitting the unsuspecting Timmy. Once again little Timmy stumbled backwards and fell straight down to the ground.

It should be known that Timmy's school is very compact. And in this particular hour it is very super compact. So compact that nobody would notice a man falling straight to the ground. So compact that a girl who decided she needed to get into her bottom locker would not see the face right below her. And sure enough, she squatted right on top of Little Timmy’s face.

Now it was cold enough that she didn’t have a skirt on, although the tight jeans truly let Jimmy’s face sink in. All Jimmy could see is black, his nose seemingly trying to pierce through the clothing. Jimmy of course was still very dizzy from the fall, in honesty he should check for a concussion, and stayed there for quite awhile. Now the girl in question went wide eyed as soon as she felt him down, and by the time the warmth of Timmy’s nose shot up to her she got up so quickly she nearly made her friends fall over.

The friends tried to calm her down, although by the time they did Timmy had stumbled away into the crowd. He had gotten away, due to the bidding of the god of mischief who didn’t want him to be hated yet. Unfortunately for the god of mischief the only outcome of the event was Little Timmy have a feeling on his face that he wouldn’t forget for along time. And of course Elizabeth pouted as she watched the events unfold before her.

[Executionus]

Interesting start to this so far, although the pacing needs to be slowed down some in the action scenes to not feel as rushed.

This also might be the first time that I've ever seen No Nut November mentioned in any story on this forum.

[ely]

it seems that Timmy is the person who wrote this story because as soon as we start talking about panties it becomes quick to change the subject.

[Nine]

I realize now that I really didn’t have to do everyday, but I take it as a challenge to try and come up with something new each time. For now you could just think of it as a long introduction, and I’ll slowly get better at making the important pets last longer.


Day 4
Even in No Nut November, school never stops. Right now Little Timmy found himself doing a science lab after school, Elizabeth, Brianna, and other cheerleaders, joining in with him. Of course, he wasn’t in the cheerleader’s group, Little Timmy’s mind would explode at the thought of it. Who he was with was the witch of the school, Isabella. Not a witch as in is mean to everyone, witch as in she would wear that pointy hat everywhere. A witch where she always had a crazed look in her eyes, chanting to herself all the time. That kind of witch. Of course, to Timmy, he couldn’t see Isabella the witch. All he could see was Isabella the female.

Now usually little Timmy tried to help in the lab, but today he was too tired from watching for an unfortunate event that would fall onto him. Right now he just watched from the sideline as Isabella constructed an acid of sorts that wouldn’t be harmful to humans. Why she wanted to only the gods would know, and the god of mischief wasn’t particularly interested in figuring it out. Now little Timmy wasn’t expected much, but to everyone’s amazement, even the cheerleaders who were too lazy to work on their own work, the acid actually worked. Isabella tapped a bit into her finger, rubbing it into her shoulder as it slowly evaporated her shirt.

Now a normal reaction would be gasps and congratulations, and most people did indeed do this. Elizabeth only blushed and walked on straight towards Isabella, grabbing the acid and holding it high above her head. Inspecting it was all she could answer with. She swirled it around and around, no caution and so much swirl that a large chunk flew out through the air. Elizabeth was so surprised, well, pretended to be surprised, that she completely dropped the rest of it.

Despite not looking like it, Isabella had a quite quick reaction time, grabbing the falling container and clutching it to her chest before it could fall on Elizabeth. It was not over yet, for distraught overwhelmed Isabella as she realize the large clump from before had hit little Timmy. More specifically, hit him right on the crotch.

With embarrassment nearly overflowing Isabella quickly grabbed a towel and went to town on Little Timmy’s exposed underwear. This way and that, up and down and swirl around, little Timmy groaning at each movement. Of course, Little Timmy’s buddy wasn’t so little anymore from this, but another contributor was the sight now in front of him. You see when Isabella had saved the acid she inadvertently got it on her chest. First, it was just a spot right below her neck. Then a drizzle straight down through her cleavage. Then an expansion out, her bra and inner breast becoming more and more exposed. Isabella was in no way aware, her mind still all on Timmy’s now rather large friend as she now started to do half strokes up and down to try and get it all out.

Timmy tried to get away, but he was entirely entranced. All he good do was gasp and clutch his chair, watching as the acid now started to eat away at the inner bra and reveal skin that had never touched the light of the sun before. Timmy tried to hold it in, but the feeling kept popping up again and again. Timmy knew he couldn’t resist anymore, that it would all end right now, but before that, a miracle happened. Something even the god of mischief wasn’t expecting. A snap happened. Isabella’s center bra strap to be more specific, the bra now barely being held on by the force of the actual shirt.

Once Isabella knew her face grew as red as a tomato, her hands becoming the quickest in the west as she covered up and squealed a squealed that you would not expect from a witch. And with that, she jumped up and ran out of the room. Little Timmy sighed and relaxed into his chair, not even caring that his underwear was still showing to the cheerleaders who had watched the entire event. He had stayed in.

Day 5
Elizabeth was in love with Tiimmy. There were no if ands or buts about it. The problem was how she loved him. Elizabeth loved Timmy when he saw people in embarrassing situations, and of course all she wanted was to be one of the embarrassed girls. The problem was she couldn’t do it herself. It would feel unnatural and wouldn’t get her heart racing. So it had to be unnatural or unexpected, and that is where the other cheerleaders came in, wanting to help a fellow friend out.

The cheerleaders, minus Elizabeth of course, went straight to Isabella to try and get the disappearing acid. Isabella of course just felt glad that one of her creations was actually wanted by someone else and gave it right over. Now that the event was decided, next they needed a location. Luckily, or not compared to your point of view, there was a Friday night football game, and the cheerleaders were going to be able to present a nice little presentation for a large part of the class. Now while this would be all fine and dandy, the cheerleaders realized that this didn’t really focus on Timmy. In fact, Little Timmy might not even show up, and that would just not do.

Little Timmy did a u-turn when he saw the cheerleaders coming towards him. After yesterday he had no desire to talk to them; Unfortunately, the cheerleaders had a much greater desire to talk to him and did ultimately succeed in catching him. Little Timmy’s face went quite red when he heard what they wanted. Everything in his conscious wanted him to say no, but with these females surrounding him he couldn’t do it. He finally agreed to their request.
All that was left was for Isabella to set up, and she was not one to disappoint. She quickly added the anti-acid to the washing machine that had all of the cheerleader’s clothes, making sure to put Elizabeth’s in a separate one. The most important step was to add it to the sprinkles, although that indeed proved to be a simple problem miraculously. Now all that was needed was for everyone to sit back and let the events unfold.

The cheerleaders could barely hold in their excitement when entering the field for the half-time show. Elizabeth of course was excited to of course, but for very very different reasons. They began their little routine, jumping about and dancing all around, cheering like cheerleaders would do. And finally, the time came when Elizabeth stepped up in front of everyone to do a special presentation. This was Isabella’s cue.

Now I would like to remind you that the God of Mischief had no participation in this plan. All he did was sit back and make one very small switch-a-roo.

The sprinkles shot to life, a tint of green water shooting Elizabeth and the cheerleaders behind who had their eyes glued to her. Nobody was looking at her, however, but past her straight to the rest of the cheerleaders who clothes were slowly melting. Pink, White, striped poka dot, ever type of underwear was becoming visible. It took the cheerleaders a while to figure out, but by the time the cheerleaders realized they let out a united squeal that would give the choir a run for their money. They tried to cover themselves, they tried to squat and hide their shame, yet it did nothing as the hole on their clothes became bigger and bigger, their bare skin becoming more and more exposed. Then in the timespan of a snap they all realized they didn’t need to stand there anymore. It was a race to the girl’s room.

Whistles and hollers were called as they ran through the field, a stampede of jiggle boobs and butts of every flavor and size. Of course, the wetness did not help at all, trips and flops and slips and slides happening all around. Even escaping the field was a challenge, the clump of girls and the loose clothes making a perfect combination for some clothes to be snatched and torn off by the small exit fence. A reward and memento of the greatest game, all the while Elizabeth still standing on the field with her clothes completely intact.

Now don’t forget about Little Timmy and his job, because the cheerleaders sure did. The cheerleaders rushed into their changing room, walking right into Timmy who was the ‘guard’ of any perverts. The room grew red as Little Timmy had a front-row to all of the most beautiful girls in the school, most of which had clothes degraded just to their bra and panties. It took a very very long while for Timmy to realize he should be running out of the room, and then an even longer time to actually get out. A mass of boobs and an array of bras blocking him as all of the girls forced their way in through the single door. They were soft, they were blushy, and a great shade of red showed on all of the girls faces. By the time Little Timmy finally did get out he ran straight home, his entire night focused on playing Call of Duty to get it out of his mind.

Day 6
It was finally the weekend, and Little Timmy decided to take his mind off things and play a few games of basketball with his friends. Unfortunately, the friends in question decided today would be the perfect day to challenge a group of girls to a game of basketball, among them being Elizabeth and the girl from the very first day. What was really unfortunate was that the leader of the boy's team, Jake, had missed the event of yesterday and was horny beyond belief. The God of Mischief could only cackle as he made small shoves in everyone’s minds.

For the first ten minutes the game was actually fun, a smile on everyone’s faces as sweat began to gleam even against the cool air. And then Jake called a time-out. He explained he wanted to make things interesting because of the special occasion, the special occasion in question being the two teams never playing against each other. The girls, besides Elizabeth, quickly eliminated the option of them losing clothes, especially in the cold. Jake quickly reassured them it would be nothing like that, and it actually wouldn’t include everyone. He explained how if the girls won, the MVP of the girls could choose a boy to do their homework the entire week. If the boys won, however, then the Mvp of the boys could choose a girl to give them a lap dance. If their cheeks weren’t already rosy then blushes could be seen all around. The girls however quickly weighted their options and figured a week of work would give them hours of free time. To Timmy’s displeasure, they chose yes.

If you could recall, Little Timmy is a rather tall specimen and a natural at basketball. His entire team relied on him, and wouldn’t be able to leave or fake being bad. So he played, his heart pounding for the next 20 minutes. Of course he tried to fail, yet it seemed the entire universe was against him, and indeed it might have been. Everytime he tried to fumble a dribble it would be passed to someone else, everytime he tried to miss the shot a giant burst of wind would blow it right. Little Timmy couldn’t even hide in the corner, because somehow Elizabeth would always stumble and drop the ball right towards him.

Before long the whistle was blown and the match was called. The final score came out to be 30-20 for the boys, and yes indeed the boys chose Little Timmy as the MVP. He slowly staggered to their cleared-off stump as the girls argued amongst themselves on who messed up the most. While Elizabeth did indeed do the worse overall, they all ignored her since she did not have much basketball experience to start with. According to them the player who messed up the most was the one who had the biggest gap from their usual play to their game now. Now if this sounds illogical or not it doesn’t matter, because the girls went with it and automatically chose the girl from the first day, Jade, Whose face was indeed bright red the entire game, and not from the cold. She hung her head in shame as she trudged over to little Timmy.

Jade quickly noticed that little Timmy did not want to be there and asked if they could just get rid of the entire punishment. The girls asked Little Timmy, although he didn’t even have time to answer before Jake explained how they had earned this. Jade continued to try and stumble over her words and find a way out, although the boys would have none of it. Eventually Jake and one of his compadres decided to take ahold of each of Jade's arms and pick her up. Jade didn’t even try to break free as she just shut her eyes.

Both Little Tiimmy’s and Jade’s eyes went wide as she was seated in his lap. The warmth shot through their bodies, and for a moment Jade just sat there. Only once Jake threatened to strip her did she start moving. Circles and circles, their clothes rubbing together and creating even more heat and friction. It was obvious that Jade didn't know what she was doing, and her grimacing face was a giveaway that she did not enjoy it, but despite Little Timmy’s wishes his friend down stairs began to grow. Little by little, inch by inch until it stabbed Jades motion. She shot up, her hands going to her rear as backed away. The audience insisted the show wasn’t over. All Jade wanted to do was disappear, yet she slowly went back and plopped herself back on. Her motion circle motion began once again, Jade wincing every time Timmy’s now rather large buddy poked her. All Timmy could do was stare hypnotically at the ass in front of him.

Even though Jade hated it, she knew she would have to up her game in order to escape. So she went faster, up and down and all around, both party's breath becoming rugged as the friction only increased and increased. Gasps were now escaping Jade's lips as his little buddy sometimes found its way into her rear and tapped the region that has never seen the light of day. She close her eyes, the hoot and hollers completely engulfing the noises of the two of them as she went faster and faster, as it would tap that spot more and more and more. And then it was over.

The girls hurried Jade off of him, Jade looking around as if she had just been woken up. The boys patted Little Timmy on the back as he still sat mindlessly on the stump. He had felt something similar before, yet it was completely different now that the opposing party was meaning to do it. The girls hurried off, Jake calling after them and seeing if they would want to bet any more. The girls never answered.