>"Umm, like, hi anon."
>You turned away from your locker and to your own shock stood your crush, Rumble.
>You never really did understand how somebody so passive and quiet ended up with a name so... loud and dynamic, but in a world where almost everyone else has unsettling apropos names you figure someone would miss the mark with their kid every now and then.
>But that didn't matter to you, because you've been head over heals with her for ages ever since you two got partnered up for that one chemistry class assignment a few months back.
>You remember it like it was yesterday. She blushed so hard when she went to grab one of the flasks and ended up grabbing your hand instead.
>You did your best to make her feel comfortable around you, and slowly you realized you were starting to fall for her the more she seemed to open up to you.
>You don't know if it was the bimbo plague or what, but she had a killer body too on top of being a sweetheart.
>Whenever she walked past you in the halls, you couldn't help but stop and stare at how her wide hips and her fat ass would sway back and forth with every step, supported by her oh-so-thick thighs.
>Though her angelic face had an irresistible appeal all it's own, from her bright doe-like violet eyes, to her cute button nose to her MASSIVE lips, which you imagined were great for kissing... among other things.
>About the only thing she didn't have were any sizeable tits, she was flat as a board. Strange, considering the rest of the school was practically a melon stand, but it never really bothered you much. Everything else more than made up for it, you were more of an ass man anyway.
>She dressed about the same as the rest of the sluts in this school, but she had an innocence about her that made her all the more attractive to you.
>You told her hi back and asked what was up.
>"Umm, like, there was this big math test coming up in one of my classes, and I, like, umm..."
>Her face went red
>"...If you could, like, be my study buddy at my place?" She curled her lips into a small smile. "My parents are, like, out of town and my big bro's gonna be at, like, his girlfriend's basically all night, and, like, we'd have the house all to ourselves. Umm, if you, like, want to that is."
>You very cheerfully responded yes. You miraculously had no homework in any classes and had nothing better to do anyway."
>The smile she gave practically melted your heart "Th-thank you anon! I, like, really appreciate it and stuff."
>Hours later, you're at her place. Not much of what you're speaking seems to be sinking into her brain, but she's trying her best so you can't be too mad.
>She starts getting more and more frustrated and reaches the point where it actually looks like she's about to cry.
>"I'm, like, so sorry anon! *sniff* Y-you're trying so hard a-and I'm, like, just a big dumdum! I-I'm never- *sniff* never gonna, like, pass that math test! Mom and Dad are gonna be, like, be so-*sniff* so disappointed in me!"
>She starts sobbing and her tears are starting to cause her eyeliner to run.
>You tell her it's gonna be okay. You're gonna keep trying because you believe in her, and that you're gonna find away to get her to learn this if it kills you.
>"R-really anon? L-like, Th-thank you so much! You're, like, the best friend anyone could have!"
>After you get her calmed down, you think of something that might help her memorize how the equations work. You start thinking of elaborate word problems related to fashion and shopping and teach her the methods to solve for answers.
>Usually even average people get tired of word such word problems, and for the average bimbo they fly right over their heads.
>But you may as well have performed a miracle, because she's retaining it better and better.
>After solving the last of the rewritten problems she gets so excited she practically leaps into your lap and kisses your face, before pulling back and blushing when she realizes what she's done.
>"Oh-oh my gosh I'm, like, s-so sorry anon! I-I was just so happy that I-"
>You tell her it's completely fine. It actually felt pretty nice.
>"R-really? Gosh. Like, thanks anon. I... Umm..."
>She fidgeted a little bit, blushing harder.
>"I-I'm glad you're okay with that. Because, like, I've wanted to do that for a long time."
>Are your ears deceiving you? Does she really like you? Did she somehow know that you liked her?
>Since this is the opportunity of a lifetime, you spill your guts and confess that you've wanted to do the same, causing her to loudly gasp.
>"Like, N-no way!"
>Yes way, you've thought she was cute ever since you both met, and you've been dying to ask her out but never quite had the courage to do it.
>She covers her face with her well-manicured hands.to hide her face becoming even more red "Ohmigosh I, like, can't believe it! This is, like, a dream come true!"
>So you tell her it's totally okay if she wants to keep it up, taking her hands in yours.
>"R-really Anon? I... I'd love it!" she squeaked enthusiastically, puckering up for you.
>You leaned in and returned her kiss, you were so right, her lips felt more amazing than even your wildest dreams.
>Eventually you feel her trying to slip her tongue in, guess the patented CHS Bimbo status is kicking in. You respond in kind and feel your tongues dance with each other for what feels like a long, blissful hour.
>"H-hey anon. I've been, like, saving something super special for you for a long time. You, like, wanna go on the couch and lemme give it to you?" She cooed surprisingly seductively.
>Your eyes widen in surprise. Well, not that much surprise, she is a bimbo after all. You just figured she wouldn't have escalated this fast.
>You quickly regain composure and enthusiastically tell her yes.
>She giggles "Okay anon, I'm gonna, like, give a super big thank you present for being such a big help and stuff."
>You climb on her couch as she brings her hands beneath her skirt and pulls down her panties. Pink, striped, frilly. Somehow you just knew it.
>"Ready?"
>You nod as your heart starts racing.
>"Like, alright then." you heard her giggle as you saw her pull them all the way off, followed by her skir-
>...What.
>What the hell?
>Is that...
>Holy shit it's bigger than yours!
>...Now you realize why "she" had such a boyish name.
>Rumble giggled "Surprise! Like, your gift is me! You can, like, do whatever you want with me! I don't mind.~"
>You sat there for a moment, staring at the enormous cock, still trying to process what just happened.
>Rumble's smile started to slip "...Like, Is something wrong anon?"
>You say it's nothing, you're just... surprised. How does he even fit that thing into his pants without leaving such an obvious bulge?
>"It's, like, a secret technique I developed." he giggled, before starting to frown in realization. "Ohmygosh, I should've like, told you before. I-I'm not actually a girl." His frown worsened as he started to tear up again. "I'm such a dumdum, y-you probably don't even like boys! *sniff* I-I'm like, so sorry anon! I-I didn't mean to like, lie to you. *sniff* I-I just, like, didn't think to say so before." he sobbed.
>You come off the couch and give him a tight hug, saying you don't actually mind.
>"D-do you, like, mean that anon? Y-you're not, like, mad or anything?"
>You're not. You've realized that your feelings for him are true, boy or girl. You couldn't bring yourself to say no to that face.
>He was still crying, but this time happily. "G-gosh Anon, t-thank you. You're so like, wonderful and amazing and stuff!"
>You also said that girl or not, you still had a killer kissing skills. And an amazing ass.
>He blushed as he giggled "Like, thanks anon. S-so do you, like, still want that present?"
>Of course you do.
>He giggled and bent himself over, leaning on the couch with his facing you. "I'm, like, all yours anon."
>You unzip your pants and smile. It may not be entirely as you thought it would, but you're still about live your dream.