I’ll Stop the World and Fuck with You (Chapter: 3) [FM] [timestop][ENF][huml]

# Chapter 3: Appetite for Mischief

Once the bell rings it’s finally lunch time, so I go to the dining hall, a large room filled with an even larger assortment of stereotypes and cliques. Jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, emos, they’re all here, eating and talking, enjoying their thirty-minute break between lessons. It’s not hard to spot Chris along with the collection of leather wearing, hair-dyed, “rebels” she hangs out with. Principal Cummings, a friendly, middle-aged man, patrols between the aisles. He is quite loved among the student body, known for being more caring than strict, and frequently getting involved with students directly on a case by case basis.

Miss Davis’ classroom is at the opposite end of the school from the dining hall, and she of course insists on using every minute of classtime up until the bell, so most days the lines for food stretch nearly out the door by the time I arrive. I let out a disappointed sigh, realizing that I could have just stopped time to arrive sooner and beat the crowd, but then it dawns on me: it doesn’t matter when I arrive if I can grab my food, and even eat, on my own time. I take a step outside the cafeteria so no one will notice me and be startled by my sudden disappearance. I make my way through the lunch line, grabbing food as I go, trying not to bump into any frozen students.

With a tray loaded up I make my way to a seat at an empty table. I have a few friends at school, but with the way schedules lined up, I ended up in different classes and lunch periods than all of them. I was about to restart time and eat my lunch when I realized, I eat lunch alone anyhow, might as well eat now while time is stopped to give myself an entire free lunch period for whatever I want. Maybe this could be the perfect opportunity for testing the rules of my newfound powers. So I eat my lunch in the silent, frozen world, then resume time and take the opportunity to scope out the scene in the cafeteria.

At another empty table sits the cold and isolated Alice. She has beautiful large round breasts, slightly curly dark blonde hair, grey eyes, a tantalizing tan, long heavenly legs, a full rear, and a hip-to-waist ratio some Playboy models would be jealous of. You might think, looking like that, she’d be surrounded by adoring fans, but she comes from a super rich family and never lets anyone forget it with her snobby, high-class attitude, so everyone tends to admire (and/or judge) her from a distance. She’s in the middle of unpacking her own food, because of course the school food, and even the school’s utensils, aren’t good enough for her. Yes, she’s even brought her own plate, knife, fork, and napkin. It’s this air of superiority and rich background that has earned her the mocking title of “Queen Alice.” She has a younger sister, Ashleigh, who people are already calling “Princess Ashleigh”; according to Amy she’s not quite the same, but clearly the attitude is something that runs in the family.

Across the room I also see Landon talking to Miss Davis. It’s hard not to laugh, as it is quite like Landon to get close with the hottest person in the room, student or teacher, trying to charm his way to some action; unsurprisingly, Miss Davis doesn’t seem impressed by him in the least. ‘How thick headed are you man?’ I think to myself. ‘She’s much older than you and clearly not interested.”

I begin to watch Landon closely, deciding he needs his ego beaten down a rung or two. He makes small talk with Miss Davis, taking occasional drinks of water, as she stands stone-faced and unamused. I wait for him to unscrew the cap from his water bottle to take another sip, to set my trap, freezing time. I walk over to the odd couple. “Time for a little science experiment.” I touch Landon’s hand and force his grip to tighten. The water bottle crunches slightly, and a continuous glob of water begins to rise out the mouth of the bottle, like a toothpaste tube filled with a clear gel. “Well that’s cool, but let’s see how momentum and time interact.” The smug look on Landon’s face shows that he’s clearly deluded himself into thinking things are going smoothly with the teacher. I doubt he’ll be feeling the same way once he’s soaked himself with water having *mysteriously* lost control of his own drink.

I step back and admire the look of the time frozen water; that’s when I realize that the bottle didn’t crush exactly evenly. Landon will definitely still get splashed, but the mouth of the bottle ended up angled away from his mouth… and towards Miss Davis… In her white blouse. “Well… I know I said I’d leave you alone the rest of the day Miss Davis, but… Accidents happen I suppose.” I go back to my seat and pull out my phone, making it appear as though I’m just idly scrolling, but really I’m preparing to catch the oncoming “accident” on video as time restarts.

“…totally – *BRFMT*!” Landon’s sentence is interrupted when he is splashed in the face, ending up too distracted to notice how Davis’s shirt has gotten quite wet. A ghostly figure of a white bra covering the teacher’s chest is revealed for a glorious few seconds, before Miss Davis lifts the fabric off her breasts, rendering it opaque. “Oh, Miss Davis, I’m sorry, I’ll grab you some towels.” “Yes, that’d be lovely.” is the measured response.

I stop the video recording of my phone thinking I’ll have to revisit those few seconds of Miss Davis in her wet top with a bit of pause and zoom later. I then turn my attention to Alice in her expensive outfit of high-waisted jeans with designer shirt, jacket, and boots. She’s still laying things out preparing to eat her “better-than-everyone-else” lunch as I freeze time again. “I think you need to learn to share the wealth a little.”

I get a good look at everything that’s in her lunch and go about trading bits and pieces for similar cafeteria food items from other student’s trays. Not the whole meal of course, that would be far too obvious and noticeable. Honestly, while the cafeteria food’s not high quality by any means, it’s not *horrible* either… most days. There’s a good chance nobody will notice a thing; but I’ll know that I brought her down to the “peasant’s” level just a little, and that’s a good feeling.

Alice doesn’t seem to notice anything as she begins eating, with impeccable manners of course. Her completely unphased demeanor does take something away from the satisfaction of the prank, so I resolve to try again with simpler, more reliable methods. I wait for Alice to lift her drink to her mouth, as I had done with Landon, then, stopping time, I tilt Alice’s drink just a *liiittle* more than she had intended. “Well, it may be unoriginal, but if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

A bit of her drink, milk from some golden cow from the hills of Switzerland or whatever, spills over and darkly stains her red shirt. Her face hardly changes as she gently puts the cup down and produces a small sigh. She wipes at the stain with her napkin, then stands up and heads out of the dining hall. Curious to see how my prank fully pans out, I stand up and follow after Alice, taking a detour to toss some trash in the can so I don’t look suspicious. I follow Alice out into the hallway, making my way to a water fountain as she turns to enter a women’s restroom, totally unaware that she’s being followed by a ‘*commoner’* like me. My curiosity (or is it the hormones?) getting the best of me, I wait a few seconds after Alice has entered the restroom to freeze time so I don’t have to push past her in the doorway, then follow after her to scope out the situation. Alice has begun to set down her purse and the restroom appears otherwise empty, so I step into a stall that’s out of her view, shut the door, position myself so I can see her through a gap by the hinge, and start time.

Not noticing anything, Alice takes off her shirt, revealing a wonderfully expensive looking lacy white bra. She looks at the shirt, tuts, and places it under the hand drier. As she waits for the shirt to dry, she bends over, full rump encased in tight high-waisted jeans pointed directly at me by some stroke of incredible luck, and begins looking in her purse for something. I get so excited by the view I nearly forget to stop time before opening the stall door, but luckily I still have my wits about me. I pull out my phone, pulling it out of time with me almost instantly (something I’m beginning to get very good at) and immediately start snapping photos of her jeans stretched tight against her ass and her beautiful, luscious breasts hanging down in her fancy bra.

I wonder what she could need to search through her purse for, so I decide to take a look myself. In her purse, I find her wallet, a plastic bag with gym clothes, school textbooks, a make-up kit, a compartment for her lunch, and her phone. I shift her purse so that it will tip over onto the floor, bring the bag of gym clothes with me back into the stall, and start time back up again. The purse falls over, Alice tuts in annoyance and puts it right again, then searches a bit longer until finally concluding that she apparently must have forgotten to pack her gym clothes. She stands up and scratches her head, sighing in exasperation. She looks at her shirt, which has been under the hand drier for a while, and looks it over to see that there is a very slight discoloration, but no more wetness.

I stop time again and look through the bag of clothes I stole from Alice’s purse. I remove the sports bra and stash it in my bag, then place the rest of her clothes in the bag against the wall under one of the sinks, taking some time to admire (and photograph) Alice’s ample breasts while she’s standing upright. The fancy bra really supports her heavy tits well.

Once I’m back in my hiding spot with time restarted, Alice notices the bag with a huff and a look of confusion. She looks around, then stoops down to reach for her bag, but with it pressed up against the wall and the sink in her way, she can’t quite grasp it. With another disgruntled huff, she drops to her hands and knees to reach for her garments. While Alice is under the sink, I stop time again: not *just* to linger on how she looks crawling across the floor, though it is a fantastic sight, but because, as I had hoped, her back is now lightly brushing against the plumbing. I maneuver a few things to ensure the back strap of her bra catches on some part of the pipes that extend from beneath the bathroom sink, return to my hiding spot, and watch to see what happens with my phone ready.

The strap pulls away from her back, and Alice looks behind her annoyedly. “Wha-?” the snap shoots loose from the piping, painfully snapping against her back. “OW!” Alice says, her head popping up and hitting the sink with a hollow sound. In the midst of the chaos, her breasts jiggle from her surprised reaction revealing one light pink nipple peeking out from behind her bra which has been pulled askew. I have to fight to stifle a laugh from inside the bathroom stall. Seeing a hint of her nipple is a chance I can’t pass up though as I stop time again to get a closer look. I get a few nice shots of her disheveled bra and slightly exposed nipple. I have a strong urge to tear her bra off of her completely, but there’s no way to explain that one away. Even if I get out while time is stopped or set things back in place, she’d probably still feel everything and be very confused and alarmed… and practicality aside, pranks are one thing, but physically assaulting a person like that is another. I can have my fun so long as I keep things under control.

I return to the safety of my hiding stall, but before starting time I snap a few shots between the door cracks from the stall’s perspective. Maybe not as outright sexual as the close-ups, but it’s still a compromising and somewhat revealing position for Alice. I may have use for that later. I restart time. Alice rubs her head and fixes her bra with an exasperated sigh. I hear her muttering curses as she carefully goes around the sink and pulls a black turtleneck out of the bag, which she slides on, and it hugs her curves deliciously. She stands up, brushes herself off, folds and stashes her shirt in the plastic bag, together with her jacket (which wouldn’t go with the turtleneck, of course), and makes to leave the restroom with a few touch-ups of her hair and make-up, followed shortly after by myself in stopped time (don’t need anyone questioning why I’m leaving the ladies’ room).

Back in the dining hall I find Miss Davis has now changed into a school t-shirt that was probably lying around in the teacher’s lounge. The simple cotton t-shirt with a somewhat clunky school logo printed on it looks hilariously unprofessional on such a business-like teacher, but her expression shows she will not be tolerating any commentary. Landon is still with her, apologizing profusely. Not long after my return, the bell rings signifying it is time to move on to the next class… I think I’m starting to *really* enjoy school.

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Character reminders: Chris and Amy are the protagonists younger sisters (introduced: ch1). Landon is an arrogant student who is also in Miss Davis’ (the straight laced but very attractive English teacher) class (introduced: ch2)

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This story was written collaboratively, beginning as a roleplay. We’ve had a lot of fun writing it, so messages were compiled and edited into this format to share for your reading pleasure. We decided to get things started slowly, feeling it was more realistic, but there’s a lot more on the horizon (in this chapter we see our protagonist determining limits for how far he’ll allow himself to go with his powers… we’ll see how long that lasts…).

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