Trying to ignore the roasting coming from above, Simon packed the last of his belongings in his beat-up old station wagon.
"Do remember to clean regularly," his mom advised him, "a little effort saves a lot of dust, dear."
"I know, mom," he sighed, kissing her goodbye.
"Try to be responsible, will you," his father said sternly, "I don't want any midnight pleas for help - you wanted to move out, you're on your own."
"I know dad - and don't worry, I'll have friends nearby."
After enduring another 15 minutes of 'good advice', 'helpful hints' and several stern warnings, Simon finally said his final goodbye, got in the car and drove off.
It was going to be a long, hot, boring summer, he realized.
His friends wouldn't arrive until two or three weeks before school would start, but he had no choice, it was either move in now, or the building he'd found would have been declared abandoned and torn down.
And that would be a shame.
While he cruised down the highway, his mind drifted back to the days he'd spent hunting houses - and quickly finding out that finding a decent, affordable place in a university town was a long shot.
He had been amazed how large the campus was of the actual university, nearly coming to grief when a bunch of burly students from some fraternity had ejected him from it, saying that the houses onsite were for students only, not for those losers attending the technical school nearby.
The town itself was almost as bad - with most landlords only willing to rent out to university students, not those going to tech school.
Finally, in a run-down street he found an empty building, and, phoning around, found its owner.
---
The conversation had been memorable.
"Ah, uhm, hello, this is Simon Bower -- I'm calling for that building you are offering for ... rent ?"
"Which building you talking bout, son," a voice had growled from the other end of the line.
"In ah ...," he walked to the corner, "Camino Road."
"That one's not for rent, son."
"Oh, uh ... I ah ... am sorry then. Sorry to have bothered you."
"Don't be so quick to hang up, boy. I said it wasn't for rent - you can have it, all of it, 'coz otherwise, the city will tear it down."
"Really ? That'd be great when I start school here ..."
The voice laughed on the other end, a deep booming bark that echoed over the line.
"There's one catch, son. You ain't got till start of September. Either the place is in use by someone or a company by June 15th, or the deed goes to the city and they'll rip it apart."
All summer in a dirty, smelly, long-abandoned building. Or nothing.
"I'll take it," he said, more determined than he really was.
"Very well. Meet me at Smitty's Booze & Schnooze in an hour. Just walk up the road till you see a gaudy red sign - but tell Smitty, that's the guy behind the bar, you're wait'n for Tiny George."
"Got it. Thank you."
Another booming laugh.
"See ya in about an hour."
Tiny George turned out to be a bear of a man who limped into Smitty's nearly two hours later, carefully lowering himself into a chair.
"So," he said, inspecting Simon, "you don't like student fodder to me."
"Indeed," simon said, feeling rejection coming on, "I'm just one of those guys going to tech school here."
"That's OK," George said, his weathered face splitting in a grin, "I never liked those self-serving university arseholes anyway."
Simon's face went from dejected to puzzled.
"About ... ooh ... ten years ago, those arses decided they needed more space for that sprawling campus o'theirs. Didn't bother to buy out any of the owners, of course, just went straight to the gov'nor who signed over everything they wanted in one piece of state legislation. Cost a lot of people their house or business - I lost both."
Tiny winced, signalled Smitty to bring him a drink.
"Ever since, I've been trying to get those fuckers to pay their dues - and failing horribly. They treat the tech school like crap, but in my view it turns out much better graduates, at least they know real usable stuff."
Tossing the drink back in one practiced move, Tiny screwed his eyes shut, let out a deep sigh and continued.
"Anyway - since you're going to that tech school, and I like to spite both the city and the state for their brainless suport of that dumb university, I'm giving you 66 Camino Road - for free. But as I said on the phone, you have to move in there before June 15th. Can you do that ?"
Simon weighed the problem in his mind and finally nodded.
"Good, let's go down to City Hall. They'll be pissed off that they can't tear it down," Tiny rose from his chair, his beaten face lit up in a big toothy grin, "I love sticking it to them."
---
Steering the heavy-laden station wagon onto the offramp, Simon fought the heavy car that really didn't want to turn, and cursing, he devoted his full attention to controlling the vehicle, wrenching it into the correct lane, and merging into the flow of traffic again.
City Hall had been an adventure all in itself - lots of resentful faces, and the estate desk worker had looked at him with a really vicious look, mockingly telling him not to hurry too much with moving in.
A quick tour of the building had convinced him it was perfect for him, and he had gratefully accepted the keys.
Convincing his parents he had to move out immediately, and finding a car had been a bigger struggle.
"It cost you nothing, so you don't have to take it," his father had said.
"I promised I'd move in. And otherwise, I still have nothing."
"I don't know either," his mom had thrown in, "it's too good to be true."
"Yes, but there's no alternatives either, so ..."
The debate had lasted the better part of an evening, but finally they had relented on the condition he get a car.
Steve had come through wonderfully, fixing up an old station wagon they had found in Steve's father's breaker's yard, and they arranged a deal; it had hurt to trade away the motorbike, but the car was more practical.
And he could always go look for another bike, Simon had reasoned.
Pulling up in front of the building, Simon sighed. It had been a very long drive, and there would be no rest until he had at least a few basic things up and running.
After raising the roll-up door, he eased the car inside what had once been a ground floor store, and parked, closed the door and went looking for the light switch.
---
It took him two backbreaking days to get part of the apartment over the deserted store to a semi-livable state so he could start moving stuff up from where he'd put it on the ground floor, having retreated to the car to sleep due to the horid state of the building.
He had a bedroom, the kitchen and part of the living room cleaned out, throwing the garbage and cruft out into the small yard behind the building and from there into the skip in the alley beside it.
One small but tightly sealed cardboard box that he retrieved from behind the driver's seat in the car he paid particular care with, reverently placing it on the bed after he had moved all his other gear into the old, but servicable furniture in the building.
He felt a real, hungering, insatiable need. And he had the means of satisfying it - bigtime even, but not today, not there.
Carefully, he cut open the box, and emptied its contents on the bed.
A small stack of wrinkled magazines came out, as well as eight brightly colored sticks of bubblegum, some photographs, and a fiberoptic telescope.
Smiling he went over each of the objects, placing the racy magazines and the photos in a drawer at the bottom of an old wardrobe, dropping the telescope on top of them before turning his attention to the bubblegum.
He tried to think of an enjoyable combination, but none stuck out, so he scooped them up and neatly laid them into the drawer as well.
Sitting on the bed, he pulled out his wallet, and zipped open a hidden compartment, from which he pulled what looked like a glossy black credit card with a red logo on it, which read SES VIP. Maybe it was time for it.
He wondered how it worked when with a dull "poof" sound a tiny desk appeared on his nightstand, behind which sat an equally small, but stern looking madame dressed in a pinstriped suit, wearing square spectacles perched on the tip of her nose. "You called SES, honey ?" she asked.
---
"Well, yes, it's just ..."
"This is your first time, I see," she said, tapping away at the tiny computer on her desk, "don't worry, we've got something for everyone here, we'll sort you out. Did you have anything (or anyone) specific in mind or would you prefer assistance ?"
"I think I'll use assistance," he said, lying down on his bed, facing the nightstand, where the madame nodded approvingly.
"Very well - let's get started," the madame said, and a misty female outline about 5 feet tall appeared in the room, "start making changes."
"How," Simon asked, looking alternately at the desk and the figure.
"By telling me, of course, sweetheart."
"Oh OK. Uh .... can you make her uh ... eight feet tall ?"
"No problem," the madame said, moving the tiny mouse next to her computer while the misty figure grew to the size he asked for.
"Bigger boobs ?"
She looked crossly at him, "please state dimensions, darling - and please state them in a clear, concise manner. There are no limits for anything at SES for VIP customers, but I strongly counsel you, at least for your first experiences, to confine yourself to a controlled enclosed space, such as this bedroom we're in. Size, please ?"
"Beachballs," he said, "the three foot ones," he added hastily.
"Ah, a connoiseur," the madame said enthusiastically, making the change.
"Aureolae. Trashcan lids, engorged. Nipples ... hmm ... soda cans."
"My my, you're a horny little devil. Go on."
"Bigger ass - like basketball big. Each side."
"Ooh, kinky - you don't mind me making a copy for later, do you ?"
"Of course not - almost done. Just a few more touches."
"Tell your soul's desire, baby, and I'll give it to you."
"Maybe a few little ... upgrades ... between her legs ?"
The tiny madame flashed a dazzling smile at him, "now you're talking darling - have any ideas or would you appreciate some suggestions ?"
Simon sat up on the bed and put his hands behind his head.
"Surprise me."
The misty figure rotated until it was horizontal, floating in mid-air, feet towards Simon, and spread its legs.
"One relatively popular option," the madam said while moving and clicking her mouse, "is the versatile one - combining features for him and her in one package."
"No, that's not quite what I had in mind," Simon said, shaking his head at the massive cock that had grown just above the figure's crotch, "but it has given me an idea."
The madame jabbed at her keyboard with a few practiced sharp movements and thefigure reset, "let's hear it."
"Doublesize her crotch - actually, make that triple please," the madame let out a moan of appreciation while entering the changes, "and instead of that cock, grow out her clit to about that size."
"Damn, I really gotta get me a copy of this," the madame said, laughing.
"Suit yourself. Can she stay afloat in air ?"
"Excuse me ?"
"I want her to be floating in the air like she's now."
"Of course. Time for finishing touches ?"
"Yes please," Simon said, looking hungrily at the figure.
"Hard or soft ?"
"Soft - like air-filled soft. And slick smooth skin."
"Mmmm, you really got the hots for bubblegum succubae, don't you ?"
"Oh yes."
"Thought so. Need a personality, or did you just want her as a toy ?"
"Personality. Playful, little bit dominant."
"Ooh, you really have the hots for funny girls. Done. Ready ?"
"Apart from one thing - but I don't know if that's possible or allowed."
"Fire away."
"I want two of them."
"You want two blow-up babes ?"
"Yes. I hope that's possible ..."
The madame burst out laughing, "anything's possible honey - if you wanted a freaking legion of them you would get them," then punched a few commands into her computer and the figure split into two, identical forms.
"The second one just as a toy," Simon said quickly.
"Done. That's it ?"
"That's it. Thank you."
The madame rattled away at her computer, "no need to thank me -- thank you for choosing SES. Enjoy!" and both forms solidified, one of them flexing its hands and pushing them into the massive mammaries, while the other just bobbed in the room.
With another poof the madame and her desk vanished from the nightstand.
Simon pulled the moving figure towards him by its leg, his hand sinking deep into the soft, pliable red skin.
"Not so tight, loverboy," a deep voice purred from behind the towering pair of boobs.
"Well hello there, I'm Simon. And you would be," he asked while he spun her around, looking into her large glowing red eyes.
"I'm Mistress Alexis. Shall we play," she asked while blowing him a kiss from her glossy black lips.
"Yes," Simon said, "let's play - all three of us."
Mistress Alexis arched her eyebrows until Simon brought the other figure into her view, her smile widening as she saw the big shaft rising from between its legs, "how lovable - a trio with double fun for both of us."
---
The sun scorched the broken concrete of Camino Road, while Simon threw another load of garbage into the skip in the alley next to his house, while vividly remembering the thrashing and squealing red figures he'd shared his bedroom with the week before - actually, they had done that four times over the past week, Simon just kept asking Alexis and her double back for more, it was such chaotic fun.
An obnoxiously loud car horn blared nearby, rudely interrupting his vivid recollection of one awesome triple-stack fuckfest.
"Look, it's another university reject - only those, and the losers that can't afford proper study go to that decrepit tech school where they learn the difference between a nut and a bolt," a voice jeered.
"Oh don't be so hard on him," a female voice said, "he can't help it, he's just born that way."
Raucous laughter behind him, and Simon turned to face it, still trying to formulate a stinging reply.
A large cherry-red convertible sat in the main road, with six immaculately dressed young people in them - four of them women.
"Yeah, take a good look, asshole," the guy behind the wheel said, "this is what success is like - driving away from you," and amid laughter, the car roared off down the street, honking its horn loudly.
Simon shook his head and hauled the last of the debris to the skip, happy that he could finally start building instead of tearing down and hauling trash - hard work in the sweltering summer heat.
He went back inside and inspected his work so far.
One third of the ground floor, facing the roll-up door, he had remodeled into a garage for his car, and he planned to pull up a wall to make it a full workshop once he started school - it'd be a great place to work on projects.
The rest he planned to model into a large, comfortable den, perfect for having parties - and other, more expansive, fun, involving his SES card, but that would come later.
The upstairs apartment was still shabby, but livable, and the old store office upstairs he used to store stuff he wasn't using - and some useful old stuff that had been lying around the building.
Looking at the calendar, Simon sighed. It was not even July first. Two long months of hot, lonely summer were ahead of him.
But at least, he had one great stress relief.
He decided that tonight, he would ask for Alexis again, for the last time.
After that, he was looking forward to something darker, nastier, with a hint of danger. A name sprang to mind and a big grin appeared on his face.
---
July brought more abuse from university students, ranging from banging on the downstairs door in the middle of the night to rude slogans sprayed on the building, and in one terrifying instant, a brick sailing through a window right next to him.
Once he had tried to report it to the local police, but was haughtily told they didn't deal with "small acts of vandalism" - but warned him to not try and take justice in his own hands.
A few buckets of graffiti-resistant paint solved the problem of the crude sprayed slogans, and lining the door with a steel plate and putting a mild charge on it stopped the banging with a few high-pitched shrieks.
Evidently, Simon thought vengefully, university didn't teach you about insulation when handling electricity. Technical school did.
Having sorted out the annoyances, he struck out and began exploring the town for its possibilities - as well as checking out the university campus for a spot of revenge.
"You'd better not try going through that fence," a voice behind Simon said just as he broke out a pair of cutters.
Swinging around, he saw a gangly figure leaning against a tree, who continued his sentence, "because last time I snuck on campus, they had me pegged in less than five minutes - and campus police is extremely brutal about intruders."
Extending his hand, he introduced himself, "Name's Carl - you have to be new in town - aren't you ?"
Simon stuffed the cutters in his pocket and greeted Carl, just as a pair of dancing lights approached from the other side of the fence.
Carl dragged Simon away from the fence back into the small bushy area just in time to avoid the piercing glare from a pair of high power torches held by a pair of burly uniformed men.
"D'ya reckon," one of them said, shining his torch over the leaves.
"Tech losers - probably peeping toms. Looks like they scrammed. Let's go."
Simon stuck his head from behind the bush they were hiding.
"Thanks for the save."
Carl slapped him on the back, "no problem - us techies need to stick together to survive here. Let's get out of here and talk later."
"My place," Simon suggested, and they scooted through the bushes.
---
"So," Carl asked as he accepted a tall glass of ice tea, "what were you trying to prove at the fence there ?"
"Looking for a way in - see if I can get some payback."
"They giving you hassle ?"
"Banging on the doors, spray slogans and a brick through the window."
The gangly youth guffawed, "that ain't hassle - that's normal. Better get used to it quick."
Simon flashed a grin, "I think I have it sorted - so what's hassle like ?"
Carl shrugged, "First year, they bundled me into a van, punched me up and let me walk 20 miles back to town - without shoes. I lucked out that another Techster (we don't call ourselves students out of principle) saw me walking and picked me up."
"Ouch."
"That's nothing though - one guy got beaten to within an inch of his life, spent three months in coma. Everyone knew who'd done it, but nothing could be proven of course. One of the perps is now the Campus Police Chief."
"And you guys do nothing to stop it ?"
Carl laughed and downed another gulp of ice tea, then shook his head.
"There's nothing we can do - last year five guys tried. One of them is now serving two years in prison, one's banned from this town for life, and the other three got fined so much they'll be paying for the rest of their lives. And all they did was beat up an abusive grad student and giving him the 20-mile walk - without shoes."
"Double ouch."
"But that doesn't mean we don't get away with stuff - we just have to be, well, sneakier about it."
"Like what," Simon asked.
Carl smiled, "let's just say that some sororities haven't quite got the privacy they think they have - and that we know all the spots where those bonehead students go for those things Campus Church frowns on."
"Would you like another glass of ice tea ?"
"Very much. What do you have in mind ?"
Simon smiled enigmatically.
"I think I have a plan. Plans, actually. And a few of them are very big."
---
The last two weeks of July turned out to be great - students had learned, through a mixture of mild electrical shocks, a sprinkler filled with very fetid, grimy water and once, a barrage of ink bombs, the results of which turned out to be nearly impossible to remove from clothing - and skin, to not go near Simon's property on 66 Camino Road.
In addition, Carl had shown him around town, revealing hidden routes in and out of campus, places students went (and Techsters were forbidden from going) for trysts, as well as who to turn to, and who to avoid.
"I've got to introduce you to the Techster Liberation Army," Carl said while they walked down a street, "you've got all the qualities they want for a new member."
"What do they do," Simon asked.
"Oh, basically the same as you're doing at home, except they do it at school with tacit approval from staff - provided it doesn't harm anyone too much - or permanently. Basically give the students a hard time."
"Sounds good. But won't that cut into your school schedule ?"
"Used to. Then staff realized that the TLA meant the university wouldn't give school too much of a hard time - you wouldn't believe what they can get away with - and now they're an integral part of the school."
"Sounds cool. Uh oh."
"What's ... oh crap."
A group of students was forcing their way through the crowd, roughly pushing people out of their way as they marched up the street.
Before they could dive into a shop out of sight, one of the students gave a shout and they had to run for it, Simon dodging between people, losing sight of Carl in the process.
Fifteen minutes later he reached his house, and before he could enter, a van roared up the street, screeched to a halt, the side door slid open and his friend tumbled out and lay still on the street.
"That's what we do to annoying losers - keep your fucking head down or you're next, asshole," a voice from the van shouted before the door shut and the van roared off with squealing, smoking tires.
Simon checked for a pulse while fumbling for his phone.
The doors on the ambulance slammed shut while Simon gave a statement to a sad-faced police officer who was gravely nodding as Simon retold the events of the day, and as it drove off with wailing sirens and flashing lights, he signed the statement, asking the officer what the chances were of catching the culprits.
The policeman shook his head, "Slim to none, sadly."
"Excuse me ? But ..."
"Look son," the officer looked at him like a sad dog, "the students are pretty damn untouchable - and they know it. And abuse it, too. I'll do my best - but they have more high-priced lawyers to defend their students than the average multibillion dollar corporation."
"So there isn't anything to make them pay for this ?"
"I'm afraid not. I strongly advise you not to try - I don't want to scrape your butt off the street one day - but I will report this, and hope it will at least curb the violence. This is past pranks and annoyances."
Simon blankly nodded and said goodbye to the police man, his mind gearing up for some revenge for what they had done to what he considered a friend.
But first he needed to calm down - relax a little. Have some enjoyment.
The door had fell into its lock behind him as he dug in his wallet for the card.
---
He snuck out of the house late that night, feeling refreshed by a long, hard and huge session riding on top of a reluctant and combative Lymelani, and determined to get back at the bastards who'd beaten Carl to within an inch of his life.
Sneaking through back alleys, a small park and crossing a main road, he found himself in the bushes overlooking a cliffside parking lot reserved for university use, and he couldn't believe his good fortune.
Three students stood smoking around the very same van he'd seen early that afternoon.
He sat still in the bushes, his ears picking up fragments of conversation as they tried to impress each other how they'd "given that losing techster a university-grade lesson he wouldn't forget anytime soon", and that they were "waiting for the pussies to arrive", just as two cars rolled into the open space, one a large red convertible, the other a silver SUV pulsing with sound.
Simon smiled. An idea popped into his mind that would certainly be a big punishment to these guys, and he smiled at the irony of his thought.
The back of the SUV opened and a blast of music roared out, while the convertible disgorged five young women, and quickly they paired off, the music shifting to something slower and gentler, while Simon sat down and waited for his chance.
An hour later the first pair snuck into the bushes, the second pulled up the roof on the convertible, the third went into the van, pair four brazenly undressed at the picknick table, and the fifth pair slipped into the back seat of the SUV.
Simon closed his eyes, took a breath of fresh night air and extended his mind to the pair in the bushes, she with her back against a tree, legs folded around his waist while he thrust up inside of her, felt out the second pair in the swaying car, where he was slamming his dick roughly in her pussy, in the van she was on top of him, position 69, giving a blowjob while he licked her cunt, on the picknick table he was sitting on top of her, his dick between a pair of very fat, overdeveloped tits, while in the back of the SUV she sat on his face, making him lick her pusy, while giving him a rough, crude handjob.
The stage was set, Simon thought. He decided that the women would escape his wrath for now - unless they were in on the scheme as well.
He took a deep breath and focused, magic touching each student in turn.
"Matthew, you asshole," sounded from the bushes, quickly followed by a loud slap and a "but Sandra, I didn't ..." followed by another slap.
The convertible stopped swaying, then rocked, and one of the rear doors flew open and a guy tumbled out, clutching at his groin, while at the same time, a bitter argument exploded in the van, and the solidly built woman on the picknick table jerking upright, throwing off her partner and spitting curses at him, while shouting sounded from the SUV.
Simon supressed a laugh and observed the carnage, all caused by him - with just a simple thought disabling their erectile functions and halving their dick sizes - and to make the carnage complete he'd put a timer on it so that they would revert at precisely 11am tomorrow - he hoped for them they weren't anywhere where an instant hardon would be a problem.
---
"You did -what- to them," Carl whispered in disbelief.
"Just a little prank - gave them something to think about and a really big problem - or a really tiny one, depending how you look at it, with what they thought were their hot dates."
"But how did you do that - I mean ..."
Simon sat next to his friend's hospital bed and smiled.
"I'll tell you some day - but I thought you might want to know this as some encouragement to get well soon."
"Nothing that can be hurried, sadly," Carl said darkly, "doctor says that there's at least another month of bedrest - then I can start thinking of starting recovery. I will be able to attend school in September though."
"Well, about ... now ... they should have another problem," Simon said quietly as he gazed at the clock, which ticked over at 11 in the morning.
"Like what," his bedridden friend asked.
"Like getting back to where they were before I got to work. Instantly."
"Good one - but I think it'll only make them angrier."
"Of course, being humiliated in front of their dates and all. They weren't realy pleased with that effect. I had to slip away before I burst out laughing, but last I saw, a few were practically beating up those guys."
"You've got double trouble then," Carl warned.
"How so ?"
"Well, the guys belong to Alpha Pack - they're the best-connected frat on campus; Dean's favorites, lots of funding, legal assistance, the works.
So long as they turn in pass grades, no matter how minimal, nobody can touch them - and they can get away with anything. The other two frats are their enforcers, Lions and Tigers - national organizations aren't given entry on the grounds, of course. Then there are the two sororities."
Carl paused and shook his head.
"If at all possible, they're worse than the frats. The guys just rough you up and try to shake you down. There's the Witches - officially they are called Sororitas Univers - you won't see much of them, but cross them, and you have a problem - their favorite method is the rape accusation. Last year though, a Techster won his case against one of them and that opened the floodgates to investigations of past convictions - lots of overturns."
"And the other ?"
"Officially they're called Campus Angels. Believe me, they're not. Usually they're referred to as the Dolls. From what you described, all five were members of that gang. If you're not subtle enough to end up in the Witches, you either end up in the common house, which is hell, most don't last a year there before dropping out, or you end up in the Dolls."
"What's their angle ?"
"Intimidation. No, don't laugh, I'm serious. You try dealing with five to eight women bearing down on you - and believe me, it gets ugly."
"How so ?"
Carl fell silent then looked at Simon, his eyes sad and distant.
"Promise me you won't tell this to anyone," he whispered quietly.
"I won't. I promise."
"They raped me," Carl fought to keep the tears from his eyes, "there were seven of them ... and oh sjeez, they just ... all of them ..."
"It's OK," Simon said, "I'll pay'em back. All of them. I'll find a way."
"Thank you. You better go soon. Visitor hour's past already."
Simon said goodbye and let Carl's words sink in. It looked like he'd ended up in a real hornet's nest.
---
Deep in thought Simon walked down Camino Road, trying to make sense of what he'd been told - how horribly fucked up the university was, and how it basically terrorized the town into submission. He had, just before leaving, asked Carl if there was anyone decent on campus, and his friend had shaken his head, "the decent ones end up in common house - and nobody has lasted longer than a year there. Dropouts, suicides, accidents - you name it, they're off worse than we are - trapped on campus between the various favored student groups."
"Well, well, look at that - a Techster that's sooo delightfully green he really could use pruning," a sickly sweet voice said, as out of nowhere several pairs of hands came that dragged him into an alley and tossed him onto the ground, briefly blurring his vision as his head smacked into the wall behind him.
"D'you think he'd live through the experience," another questioned.
"Do we even -care- so long as we all get our fill," a third sneered.
Simon's vision began to clear.
"Here and now then," a fourth voice demanded.
"No," the first said, "in there."
Before Simon could gather his feet under him, two of them seized him, and dragged him though a gate into a dilapidated garden behind an abandoned building, dropping him on the unkept grass.
His vision cleared and he found himself lying in the grass facing four women - one of whom he recognized. Picknick Table Lady. Bonus.
"This is your lucky day, little fucker," she said, smiling broadly.
"Lucky ? Well, that's a relative term, isn't it Dana ?"
"Shut up Rachel - you couldn't fuck your way out of a wet paper bag even if it helped you every step of the way," Dana bit back while the other two laughed harshly, before turning her fiery stare at Simon, "Start undressing, you miserable little fuck, or we'll rip your clothes off."
"D'you think he knows what we're going to do," a tall black-skinned lady named Kendra asked while Simon began throwing off his clothes.
"Do I look like I care," Dana snapped back, pulling a case out of her bag and giving it to the fourth woman, "he'll find out soon enough. Rache, you stand watch, if he's got anything left maybe we'll let you have a go."
"Not fair," Rachel pouted, but walked over to the garden gate and shut it, wedging some wood in it to keep it shut. Perfect, Simon thought.
"Any bets how long before we have to jack him up," the fourth woman asked while opening the case and taking out a syringe and several small glass bottles, checking the writing on each, "I say ten minutes."
"Five minutes," Kendra called, "four if I go first."
"Three, tops," Dana said, smiling cruelly, "I'll milk every last drop out of his sissy little prick - and I go first. Zora, better start preparing that cute little cocktail," she turned to Simon, standing in his socks and shorts, "don't worry - you'll last the distance, we have ways of making sure you do. Don't try to run either, there's no way out."
Simon smiled, "who says I even want to run - come get some, I'd say."
"Feisty personality this one," Zora said coldly, "let's see for how long."
Dana had pulled off her jeans and T-shirt and came at simon who expertly dodged her first lunge aimed at throwing him on the ground.
"Come on then, Fat Tits," he taunted as he dodged another, managing a grab at one of her thick boobs and giving it a solid squeeze.
"You'll pay for that," she snapped, making another lunge which he dodged and riposted with a slap on her backside.
Dana roared and spun, but Simon danced backwards, determined to rile her up as much as he could, a plan forming in his brain how he was going to turn the tables on them.
"What's the matter, Fat Tits," he taunted again, "trouble maintaining your balance with all that weight up top ?"
"If you need help," Kendra said, who was in the middle of pulling off her white cotton pants, "just say so."
"I can take this loser," Dana snapped, sidestepping and lunging at Simon again, missing, and taking another boobsqueeze in return.
"Doesn't look like it - stay at the gate Rachel," Zora said, unbuttoning her burgundy blouse, "perhaps he needs a shot to loosen up a bit."
"Stay back you three," Dana growled, her face twisted with rage, or you'll regret it until much later."
"Perhaps they need a little more convincing to stay out," Simon smiled as he dodged another clumsy lunge, responding with a sharp jab between Dana's legs, his fingers coming away wet, "pretty aroused, eh ?"
"You're dead," she swore, circling him, "you're dead - I'm going to fuck your brains out, then keep going till your heart explodes."
"Watch it Dana," Zora interjected, "he's just trying to get you angry enough to start making mistakes."
"Not that you'll be able to take advantage of them," Simon shot at her.
"Big words," the raven-haired woman sneered from her ringside seat next to the glass bottles and syringes, "it's four against one."
"Really," Simon said while ducking under a wild swipe, and kicking Dana's leg out from under her, toppling her over backwards onto the grass, and diving on top of her, pinning her on the ground, Zora shooting out of her chair and Kendra elbowing up from her reclined sit, Rachel tossing a look at the gate before starting to move away from it, "I think you have a real problem right now."
"Oh really," Dana sneered, reaching up to throw him off her, when her arms were pulled back, the look on her face shifting from enraged to puzzled to panicked, "what the hell is going on ?!" simon smiled, "It's my turn, Fat Tits."
---
In an instant, the situation changed.
Vines shot out from the garden wall and entangled Rachel, as well as solidly binding the door shut - Kendra had just started gettingup off the ground when roots sprouted from the ground and forced her back down.
Zora's garden chair had come alive, trapping her in its railings, forcing her back in a sitting position, while thick rooty vines pinned Dana to the ground, binding her wrists and ankles.
Simon still sat on top of Dana, who was struggling to escape her bonds.
"Give it up - they're stronger than you are, trust me," he said.
She spat at him and began hurling abuse at him, but Simon shook his head.
"You still don't get it do you ?"
"Get what," she snapped, trying to break free, and failing.
"That you're no longer in control - I am - and that none of you will be able to remember anything happened here to anyone, other than that you took one hell of a beating and you donm't want a repeat performance." other, after this - but you will remember. Oh yes, you will."
"And what's going to stop me from talking, little techster fuck, or even filing a rape charge against you," Dana challenged.
"You're not really smart are you ? Look around - it took me less than a second to immobilize you and your three oversexed friends. I can make you do anything I want. Anything. I just like seeing you helpless, Fat Tits."
"Stop calling me Fat Tits," Dana snapped.
"Maybe," Simon said while sliding up her squirming, struggling body, stroking and kneading her breasts, bringing her thick stubby nipples to attention, "I should call you Balloon Tits instead," and under his hands, her thick, flabby tits slowly inflated, swelling and growing taut, until they were the size and shape of a solidly inflated party balloon, each.
"Or perhaps," simon said pensively, feeling his hardon build, "I should call you by another name instead. What do you think, Balloon Tits ?"
Dana was speechless - for a moment.
"You miserable, perverted sick fuck! You can't do this to me!"
"I think I just did, Balloon Tits," he shot back.
She squirmed on the ground, trying to free herself from the iron grasp that held her down, "and STOP CALLING ME BALLOON TITS," she screamed.
"Allright," he said, "I'll call you ... ah, what the hell. In for a dime, in for a dollar - Beachball Boobs. And stop complaining or I'll think of something bigger," he added, while her breasts expanded again, bobbing upwards, inflating slowly, swelling, rising into huge fleshy balls lying to either side of her body.
"You won't get away with this," Zora said defiantly, "we're Students. Your ass is ours, techster."
Simon walked over to her, entangled in the chair, and forced a kiss on her lips, then smiled, "you weren't listening either, were you -- once I'm done with you you won't even remember a thing of it.
"Yeah right," Zora sneered, "and nobody's going to notice anything different about us, are they," while she threw a curt nod at Dana.
"Indeed sweetie, because when I'm done this will all go away - or rather,
I think most of it will, that's up to me to decide really," he said while inspecting the bottles on the table, "quite an assortment of very illegal chemicals you have here, sweetie."
Zora half-managed a shrug, "So ? We're untouchable."
"Yes, I'm noticing," Simon said, looking around, "more like unmovables right now, aren't you ?"
Zora broke out a sneering smile, "one of these days I'm going to rape you, you sick little fucking techster - and trust me, I'm going to use every single chemical and cocktail I know - and I won't care if it turns your mind to jelly, or whether it'll make your heart stop, or mess you up in some other horrible way - you wouldn't be the first, all I'll care about is just another fuck to add to my long list."
"So that's all you want - a really good, hard fuck, is it," Simon said, anger slowly building, "and not caring about the results, right ?"
"You betcha, little fucker - and there's no way you can give that to me even if you wanted to," Zora taunted him.
"And I think," simon said tonelessly, "you're about to find out how very wrong you are - Lady Supercunt."
---
Simon pulled down his shorts while the chair shifted, pushing Zora's legs up and apart, the mound between them distending grossly, first to twice, then three times its original size, while Simon stepped up to her, his two feet of rock hard cock hovering in front of her swollen crotch.
"Go on then," she taunted, "what're you waiting for - Christmas ?"
"No, just trying to decide how much you can handle - and I don't think you'll be able to handle much, to be honest."
"Shows what you know, moron -- or rather, what you don't know."
Simon stepped forward and rammed his cock into the thick mound, parting it and roughly shoved it in as far as it would go - leaving just under a foot of cock outside, then pushed harder, Zora's face going from smug smile to agonized grimace as Simon forced the remaining foot of dick into her, tears springing up in her eyes, until his groin pushed into her mound, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in, a gasp of pain coming from her mouth.
"What's the matter," Simon said, "I thought you liked it hard, Supercunt."
"You ... little ...fuck ... you ... you ...violated ...me," she managed between clenched teeth, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Simon thrust again, and a cry of pain escaped from Zora.
"So you're not super enough, are you," Simon said, "let's do something about that then - after all, you have to ... enjoy ... this, don't you ?"
"You ... sick ... bastard," she managed between sobs, "I swear - I swear
I will get you for this, even if it's the last thing I ever do."
"Come on Lady Supercunt, Simon says grow bigger - a lot bigger."
Rachel let out a shriek of horror as Zora's body contorted, swelling, growing from her 5 foot, 6 inches to over 7 feet, but from her waist to her thighs her body grew faster, swelling to twice what it should be, her already swollen crotch becoming a massive bulge jutting out between the legs, and Simon thrust again, she responded with a moan, her tears stopped flowing, and he pistoned again, and again, and again, her moans coming in rhythm with the reprocicating rod, now lubricated by massive amounts of juice from her voluptuous vagina.
"You like it now, don't you," simon said smugly, "come on, this is what you wanted, isn't it ?"
"I can't stop ... can't stop ... liking it," she panted, "but I swear, you will pay for this, you fuck - but hit me harder, you fucker, harder ..."
"Ask and ye shall receive, Lady Supercunt," Simon smirked, as his dick expanded in girth, first filling, then stretching out her giant tunnel, her moans of lust becoming anguished as Simon hit her as hard as he could, until she peaked out and with a shivering moan, reached her orgasm.
Simon stepped back, his body returned to normal, leaving Zora in the form he had just fucked her in, walking towards Kendra.
"Hey wait a second," Zora called, "what's up with leaving me like this ?"
"You mean you don't like the new you," Simon said, face in mock shock.
"Not really no."
"Too bad. Unless you want to be bigger, that is."
"I'm going to get you for this, you... you ... perv."
"Put on a different tune, Supercunt - and deal with it for a while. Before
I change my mind - and you to boot."
---
"No way you're freaking me out," Kendra said, head held high as Simon walked up to her.
"I don't think you're in any position to make demands," he observed.
"Speaking of," she said haughtily, "these vines are really uncomfortable."
"They're supposed to be, darling," Simon said happily, patting her on the head, "they reinforce your place in the pecking order here."
"Fuck you, asshole," she barked at him.
"Yes, I will fuck you - although not up the ass, you've got a much more pleasurable hole - and I think I have an idea how I want to use it, too."
Simon sat down on Kendra's stomach, running his hands over her chocolate colored smallish breasts, "not bad, but needs extra volume," he said.
"Get your filthy hands off me," Kendra spat at him.
"Or what," Simon said sarcastically, reaching behind him and grabbing her full in the crotch, "you're going to be a crybaby ?"
"Fuck you," Kendra snapped, "I'll bust every bone in your scrawny body the second I get that chance."
"But you won't. Now, where was I - ah yes. Tits and extra volume. Although that would be too similar to Fat Tits," a howl of disapproval came from behind him, "over there. But maybe I ought to go for a really huge and spectacular Big Black experience."
"What do you mean," Kendra demanded.
"What I mean," Simon said, pulling an air pump, not unlike the type used to inflate air matresses, out of nothing, "is I'm going to pump you up."
Kendra laughed derisively at him, "your brain's misfiring, Techster. I'm not the inflatable girlfriend in your closet at home."
"You would be so absolutely right," Simon said, pushing the nozzle between her legs and feeding the hose in a little, "if it was a normal pump, but," he drew the plunger up and smiled at her scowling face, "but it's not."
She opened her mouth to fire off another vicious verbal barb, as Simon pushed down on the plunger, and her body simply swelled up like a balloon, becoming fuller and rounder, the loops of vine tying her to the ground loosening as she grew, and grew, her body curves becoming rounder, fuller, while Simon kept operating the pump, smiling broadly, while parts of her body leapt ahead of others, her legs bulging out to massive size, followed by her ass and crotch, which seemed to inflate far faster than the rest, then the rest of her body caught up, the vines having withdrawn into the ground, Kendra strangely quiet and immobile, close to eight feet tall, her chocolate breasts larger than Dana's, topped by huge, jutting black bulges on top of which rode soda bottle nipples, he kept pumping, her body distending further, stiffening, thighs and ass bulging up until they would better fit someone two to three times as large, Kendra's crotch a massive, turgid mound, her glossy brown breasts shining in the sun, the over half beachball black aureola trembling, fire hydrant nipples still extruding upwards and outwards, the entire figure close to twelve feet tall if she were standing.
---
Simon climbed on top of her, dragging the pump with him, while Rachel at the gate and Zora in the chair, were in jawdropped shock and awe.
"W-what have you done to her," Rachel screamed at him.
"Nothing that can't be fixed - and don't worry, after I'm done here it will be your turn, too," he replied, winking.
Sitting down on Kendra's abdomen, Simon compressed the pump once more, and instead of the whole body expanding, her jet nether lips blossomed into glossy tubes, and split apart as a vivid pink finger pushed its way upwards, higher and higher, Simon eagerly cycling the pump again, as the tentacle swelled bigger, erecting higher, thickening, its tip bulging into a ball, growing, bulging bigger than a basketball, rising nearly four full feet on its flesh-colored stem.
"Is that .... is that ...." Rachel stammered, her face flushing red.
Simon pulled out the hose and tossed the pump to the side, letting it fall on the grass with a metallic thunk, then reached down the brown body he was sitting on and ran his hand on the pink stem, instantly triggering an intense quake that sent the turgid boobs flying and jiggling, followed by an eruption of hot, sticky liquid from between the swollen cunt lips.
"Yes it is," he said, grinning, "and it's quite sensitive as you can see."
"Freak," Zora managed to say, openly ogling the giant Kendra and eyeing the discarded pump in the grass hungrily.
"You're just jealous," Simon shot back, while he climbed down, slipped over one of the massive chocolate legs, pushing them apart with ease, running his hand over the inflated lips, triggering another wave of fluids as he did so, "because your stupid chemistry set can't achieve anything like this kind of results."
"Like I ever wanted to," Zora scorned.
Bracing himself on the insides of the giant legs, Simon guided his cock to the seam between the lips, another surge of liquid coming out, then pushed and focused, his dick shooting forwards and outwards, then grabbed onto the massive clit for support and thrust at the giant figure, setting off another quivering eruption, timing his thrusts with the frequency, again and again, the resonance building, the towering brown boobs flopping up and down wildly, smashing into each other, the grass and her body, making a wet, sloshing sound each quaking, quivering impact, wave upon wave of cum gushing from her cunt each time Simon thrusted, and each time, her ass swelled wider and bigger, her boobs stretched tauter, nipples bulging on their enormous bases, the clitentacle growing taller and thicker, almost displacing him from his position.
"She's gonna blow," Rachel squealed.
"Oh yes, she's gonna blow indeed," Simon laughed as he thrust again, arms constricting the massive tower, planting a solid kiss on it, another wave splurting onto the soggy grass, Kendra's boobs stretching further beyond their inflated limits, "and by the feel of her, pretty soon, too."
He thrust again, in tune with another of Kendra's wild quivers, making a slopping wet slurp, her colossal chocolate colored, shuddering hooters stretching bigger, sloshing violently, the top of her monster clit six feet above her cunt, topped by a pulsing, swaying pink beachball, inching higher, as he timed another thrust, her black nipples suddenly swelling, first slowly, then picking up pace, engorging, devouring their bulbous base, growing faster, her giant body shaking and trembling, Simon laughing as he hit her one final time, her cunt and nipples nearly exploding, huge fountains of liquid gushing out in a massive convulsive orgasm, while he rode the undulating body as she slowly deflated, surging and splurting juices until she was nearly back to where she'd been before, apart from her boobs, which were gigantic deflated balloons spread out to either side of her body. Vines sprouted out of the ground, binding Kendra's legs and arms as she slowly awoke out of a lust-induced stupor.
Her stare focused on Simon, who was again sitting on her stomach.
"Didn't I tell you to get off me, you perv," she snapped.
"Oh sure," he said, "you already gave me a damn good ride anyway. And quite a big one, too - just how I liked it."
"What do you mean," she demanded.
"Look left and right and find out, I'd say," Simon smiled, standing up and walking over to Rachel, leaving a piercing shriek of horror behind.
---
He casually picked the pump out of the grass while walking over, looking at it, Rachel's eyes wide as he approached, and as he reached her, he threw it away, and it vanished in midair, and she sighed in relief, then drew her face taut in a grimace, "back off, Techster."
"You don't really like them, do you," Simon said, motioning to the twisted trio behind him.
"What's it to you whom I like and hate," she said bravely.
"Wouldn't you love to show them how tough you really are - and how much you really hate them," Simon whispered in her ear, "and stick it to them so hard and heavy you will remember while they will forget ?"
"What are you implying," she said defensively, but the struggle was clear on her face - loyalty or revenge.
Simon circled her, stood behind her, "what I mean, is I can give you a chance to fuck Fat Tits over there. You really don't like her, do you ?"
"N-Not really. I-I mean, she never lets me ..." Rachel stammered, her face flushing again, when Zora threw a vicious look at her, "don't even think about it Rachel! Remember the Pact you made! You swore!"
"Shut up Zora," Rachel said bravely, "just shut up - you miserable bitch with your syringes and your bottles and your hints you can mess people up and they never notice."
Rachel turned to Simon, "you serious about giving me that opportunity ?"
"You really hate her, do you," he asked.
"She," Rachel indicated Zora, "is a manipulative bitch. But Da... Fat Tits over there, she's the leader - based on the fact she's bigger, dumber and stronger than the rest."
"You want a go at her ?"
"Hell yes."
"If I gave you a tool to really fuck her as hard as you can, would you ?"
Rachel's face went hard, "I'd rape her fat cunt raw - and then some."
"Well then," Simon said, running a hand over her tanned body, circling down to between her legs, "then all I need to ask is how big would that tool have to be, you think ?"
Rachel smiled wickedly, gazed at Dana, and rolled her head onto Simon's shoulder gazed pensively, "Sixteen inches would suffice - I saw her try to take a twelve-inch dildo one day," Dana roared in anger, "and she had real problems getting it to fit, so ..."
"Well then," Simon said, one hand cupping and massing one of Rachel's breasts, the other buried in her crotch, "let's get busy then."
---
Rachel moaned as Simon massaged her crotch, gasping when his fingers found the small button behind her soft lips, feeling how he took it between two fingers, and whispered, "Are you ready for this," in her ear.
She nodded, and he began rolling it between his fingers, sculpting it, first making it poke out, a gentle breeze of fresh air over it almost sending her lust ballistic, feeling his other hand knead her full and filling breasts, standing straight off her chest, topped with intensely hard and super sensitive nipples that sent waves of pleasure crashing into her body, feeling his hand down below on her shaft - yes, shaft, she realized, swelling outwards.
She drew a shivering breath, and felt her body release from the vines that held her down, moving her hands over herself, grasping the football sized tits she had, lifting them up, bringing a nipple to her mouth and giving it a good twist with her her tongue, crashing another pleasure wave into her system, "oooh, that feels so good," she moaned, "are you ready yet, I so want to bang Fat Tits over there."
"Almost," Simon smiled, sliding his hand over the foot and two inch long, almost two inch thick, deep purple, vein-encrusted ... thing ... sticking out of her pussy, making it extend another two inches outwards, running a finger up it towards her body as thick juice ran down the insides of her legs in response.
"Go get her," he said, "let her have all sixteen inches of Rachel."
She stepped forward with a smirk on her face, her wand swaying back and forth with every swaggering footfall, approaching Dana, her eyes hungry, predatory even, kneeling down, first burying her face in Fat Tits' pussy, using her tongue and lips to get it dripping wet with juices, Dana moaning in protest behind her bouncing balls of boob, then mounting her, pushing the thick, balloon-like breasts to either side, "Fat Tits! Have I got a very big surprise for you."
"Fuck you - you're dead," Dana spat at her, "you're out - come tonight you can pack everything we won't burn and go to Hell House."
"Except," Simon interjected, "you won't remember this encounter by then.
All you -and Zora and Kendra- will remember is taking a serious spanking and a good seeing-to by unidentifiable persons (probably students)."
"And fuck you too, Techster," she spat at him.
"Funny," Rachel said, a cruel grin splitting her face, "that's what I'm about to give you, Dana - the damn good, hard fuck I've been aching for."
Thrusting her pelvis forwards and downwards, Rachel entered Dana's creamy, soft cunt, triggering a gasp from Fat Tits and a laugh from Rachel, who wiggled, pushing her rod deeper, quakes of pleasure thundering outwards from her crotch as she descended on Dana, her arms encircling the balloon boobs and giving them a brief squeeze, "oh yes, I'm going to enjoy this."
Dana cursed and spat, then screamed, as Rachel thrusted hard, forcing most of her sixteen inches inside, then withdrew, and struck again, laughing as sanity-disintegrating typhoons of lust howled inside of her, pumping harder, squeezing the massive balloon boobs, Simon smiling, walking around them, occasionally feeling one of Dana's nipples, or lovingly stroking the gigantic boobs they were mounted on, or patting Rachel on her pumping backside, keeping up a sopping symphony of slurping, surging sounds as she kept screwing 'Fat Tits' with every ounce of strength she had.
---
"It's time," Simon said after watching the scene for ten minutes, "to bring these festivities to a spectacular, grand conclusion, I think."
"What do you mean," Zora said thickly, revolted at Rachel fucking, no, raping Dana, her eyes focusing pure, unadulterated hatred at him.
"Rachel, would you, briefly, mind being bigger than Dana - much bigger ?"
"Yes, yes, YES, YESSS - make me bigger, pump me up, make me so huge my rod's too big to titfuck her," Rachel panted inbetween plunging thrusts, as she tightened her death grip on the vertically very distended tits of her recluctant ride, making the bulbous nipples on top wobble on their turgid, pulsing bases.
"Well, that wasn't quite the 'bigger' I had envisioned," Simon said, "but it sounds like fun. Let's do it -- now."
He bent over Rachel and slipped his arms around her, firmly grasping her full, luscious breasts, triggering a deep moaning giggle, and he began to knead and massage them, making magic flow into her, her form expanding slowly, almost imperceptiblew at first, until she withdrew from Dana's wet pussy with a sucking, slurping sound, followed by a loud pop, the head on her monstrously inflated clit barely fitting between Dana's nether lips, twenty inches of rod behind it and stretching.
"I want to titfuck," Rachel said, her voice noticably deeper. her arms now able to reach all the way around Dana's astronomical airbags.
"No problem," Simon said, climbing off her and dropping to the ground, enjoying the spectacle in front of him, grabbing a chair and watching her move up Dana's body, poking two feet of shaft between the tits, her hands nearly able to reach around Dana's nipples, her own bust swelling proudly, passing the pair she had her three-foot shaft between, as she towered high above everyone, her giant hands digging deep in Dana's boobs, kneading and squeezing them, the tip of the throbbing pole growing bigger, and stretching further beyond Dana's anguished face, Rachel's booming moans becoming louder, her six feet of pulsing, throbbing, dripping clit, swelling bigger, Dana's distended tits sliding further and further apart, unable to contain the gargantuan organ any longer, Simon smiling, the top of Rachel's head nearly level with the roof of the building shielding the garden from view.
With a final rumbling moan, the gigantic Rachel let out a flood of juice, and clapping his hands, Simon undid all of his efforts in a few seconds.
Well, almost all of it.
---
"This is where I leave you," he said smugly, facing the line.
"You asshole," Dana spat at him, her face red with shame.
"And how are we supposed to get out of here," Zora demanded.
"I swear, if ... no, when I get my hands on you," Kendra growled.
"What about me," Rachel asked.
"I'm sorry - but for my protection, and yours too, it's better all you remember is you had a whoppingly huge good time - no particulars, sorry - but that's still better than the memory I'm leaving those three."
"And the restraints ?"
"Five minutes after I leave they'll be gone - together with the memory."
"Someone's going to ask questions," Zora said cynically.
"Sure they will - and all you know is that your chemical cocktails went a little bit wrong and ended up being used against you."
"Oh yeah right - so very believable. Like that's going to explain away everything that's showing."
"For lack of an alternative - yes."
"Oh sure," Kendra said bitterly, "the fact Zora's cunt is about double what it should be, my tits have stretched to my bellybutton and Dana ..."
"Shut up, bitch," Dana snapped, her face reddening further, this time with anger instead of shame, her naked body trembling, the massive party balloon boobs standing ahead wobbling in sync, "and you," adressing him,
"I'll deal with you some other time - your ass is mine, Techster; you hear me, mine."
Simon laughed and opened the gate, walked through it, and let it fall shut behind him with a resounding clang.
The sound of victory, he thought - a garden gate closing.
And summer holiday wasn't even over. This was going to be such big fun.
---
July ended with a vague news report about three female university students requiring hospitalization, although the newspaper was strangely mute about the reasons - as opposed to when a Techster landed in hospital, in which case the paper would make every effort to stress it had been the person's own fault, and how severely they had been injured, all allegedly due to that person's "own foolish actions".
Simon put the paper down with a smug smile, contemplating his next move.
School looked like it was going to be fun.