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“Please remember everyone. Division is defined as…”
“This class is going to kill me,” you mumble through half-open eyelids, hands flat against the hard wood of your school desk. Sacrificing your sleep to finish some overdue projects seemed like an amazing idea yesterday; the only thing you did not take into account was the fact that you’d be seated in this classroom, first thing in the morning and stuck listening to Mr. Herrmann’s horrendous algebra lessons. Had it been any other class, you’d doze off right there and then, but the old fart has a track record of sending his sleepers directly to the principal for a fresh report on their record, something you’d rather not deal with now that your own file is stocked full of previous “napping incidents”.
[Name: Dwayne Herrmann → Han Mei]
[Role: Algebra Professor → Teaching assistant]
[E.T.: Foreigner, Ditzy, Slutty]
“... if we wanted to solve this 方程, for 示例...”
“Huh??” The strange sounds jolt you back to waking reality, hands rubbing deep into your eyes as you try to discern if you are dreaming, or if your professor just spouted some pitch-perfect Chinese.
“...we can 求解, using…”
He did it again. You shake your head, rubbing every inch of your eyes and ears, but you can not unhear the words that your waking brain registered, nor can it shake off the intruding sense that something’s wrong with his silhouette. Something looks awfully odd from his waist down; the suit pants he’s worn for this same class multiple times through the week look tight, straining at the sides where the waistband meets his pelvis as Mr. Herrmann’s hips flare out from his figure.
“...we find value X…”
He turns around to scribble a mess of combined alphabets on the whiteboard, wriggling his body in clear discomfort as the fabric around his legs audibly protests a growth spurt in his lower region. Coiling tighter around thighs that are pushing the limits of its seams with layers of plump tissue.
“We solve here for missing… uhm, how you say 数字?” Mr. Herrmann turns to the class for help with translations. Tapping a finger in thought against his lips, flicking back a strand of his rich, black hair. An evident frustration showing in the warping contours of his face as his primary language decays beyond proper cohesion. He narrows his almond thin eyes, scrunches soft folds into his dainty nose and tumbles his cherry-red lips down into a frown that looks awfully cute with his girlish features.
“抱歉, English bad. Class help Mei, yes?” He asks with an almost coquettish giggle, hefting up the ends of her white blouse where it hangs loosely over her narrowing shoulders, creased over the contours of her delicate arms. “Pretty please?” She ramps up the innocent act, tuning her voice down to a sweet, charming tone. Batting her artificial lashes while she toys with her loose tie, absentmindedly running a polished nail over her chest, where two bumps have started to push against her blouse. “Full…” she comments with a breathy huff, tracing the underside of her swelling tits – uncaring for who might get a peek as she cradles the burgeoning orbs with her arm, attempting to ease the weight stacking against her front. “Ooops!” Her top doesn’t seem to consider her efforts adequate, violently popping a button from its center, exposing the creamy skin of her cleavage to the class.
“Mei sit, okay?” she mumbles, a faint blush painted over her cheeks as she makes her way behind the teacher’s desk. “So full, 沉重~” she groans, stroking the surface of her ballooning tits to soothe the pressure under her blouse. “Ooooh~” Mei lets out a throaty moan when her breasts push further from her petite chest, baring her smooth throat while her hands busy themselves undoing her tie-turned-cute bow. “Mmmph~ Boys don’t mind Mei’s boobies?” she giggles through an interrupted groan, fingers clawing at her collar, mounting pressure on her top until the buttons finally POP free from their seams.
“Better~” she coos out as her tits finally spill free of their confines. Plush, heavy globes perched at the borders of her open blouse, their supple skin flawlessly milky save for the droplets of moisture sliding down her cavernous cleavage, painting a sweaty trail from her chest down to the black lace peeking just below.
“你喜欢吗?” she purrs, amused by the countless eyes focused on her ripe melons. Her dainty fingers close on a pair of glasses that’ve shown up on the desk. “We solving X, yes?” Mei continues, smoothing down the new pencil skirt that’s wrapped around her thickened thighs – the upper section of her previous pants, now split between her scandalously short skirt and a set of black stockings busy digging into her skin. “Answer, you get this~” she giggles, flashing the mismatched red panties hidden beneath her professional attire, easily collecting a handful of raised hands, even if the students don’t understand half of the words she says.
“You, handsome boy~”
Your heart races when she points to your desk. Strutting over with an intoxicating sway to her hips, Mei plants her hands firmly at its borders, passing you a front view to an impeccable set of tits swinging just within your reach.
“Solve~”
She puffs a moist breath into your ear, reflexively tensing every muscle in your being. Your mind doesn’t even reflect on the obvious disparity between your Professor and the alluring creature standing within kissing distance of your lips; you are just thankful to have such a hot piece of ass for a teaching assistant this semester, yet you don’t acknowledge the missing professor she’s supposed to be assisting. Inspired by her inviting skin, you are about to answer when a clear message travels through the speaker system.
“Jordan Weston, please report to the principal’s office.”
“Oh. Handsome boy, naughty~” is the last thing you hear from the hot assistant before you leave the classroom.
“Fuck.” Your blood pulses through each available vessel as you walk the hallways leading to the principal’s office. Unsure of the reason you’ve been called: it could be your horrendous sleeping habits that have led you to doze off in multiple classes now – save for algebra, of course – maybe it’s the diminishing performance that’s placing your scholarship in peril, realistically, it’s all of the above. ‘Oh, thank god!’ Though those worries unravel when you reach the glass panels framing the office to see not your principal inside, but Marie, his secretary, covering for him as usual.
“Come in, Jordan. How have you been doing lately?” She welcomes you in. The kind, older woman gesturing to a chair by the desk.
“Pretty well, Miss. Did you need me for something?”
[Name: Marie Filer]
[Role: School secretary]
[E.T.: Cock tease, STACKED]
“Well, I was checking some pending issues off the schedule and…” She trails off, rummaging through the papers on the desk with renewed dexterity as the various arthritic nodules inhibiting her fingers deflate off her bones. Her hands, now properly hydrated and nourished to soft perfection, come up to swat the rich auburn locks flourishing from her pixie cut out of the way while she continues her rummaging of the desk. “...give me a sec, I don’t know where I left this thing…” She lets out a soft chuckle at her own incompetence, straightening her posture now that the unimpressive mounds beneath her top have begun to push against the hardwood surface beneath. “Aha!” she bounces back with an exaggerated wobble of her burgeoning rack, ripping the buttons of her neckline apart. “So, Mr. Weston…” she punctuates your name with a breathy purr. Younger eyes lacking the wisdom of the countless years she’d spent in this same office, cross with your own, hungry, appreciative of what she’s been served up today.
“...this report here says that you have been pretty distracted lately. Is that true?~” She unashamedly bites into her tender, cock-ready lips. Tilting down glasses that used to have a prescription, now serving only to further punctuate the captivating face beneath them. “You know that’s very bad, right?~” The question doesn’t register between your ears, too busy is your mind staring at the black pen she is so carefully running between her tits, clearing the remaining buttons on her blouse away from the instrument as it dips down to the band of the bra hefting up her heavy tits. “You are not going to do it again, right Jordan~” The flirty question is topped with a hearty wobble of her huge jugs, now free from her white top, nipples rock hard behind the cups of her bra.
She tracks the obvious focus of your eyes, jiggling her tits just a tad more for fun. “Looking at something?~”
“N-no, Ma’am”
“Good. Get back to class now. Don’t let me catch you back here in a while, sweetie~”
“Jesus,” you mutter, waddling your way through the hallway after Marie sent you off with the blow of a kiss, stranding you in the hall with an incredibly obvious erection. “Good thing Marie was in today. She’s so h—
[Name: Jordan Weston → Ellen Watkins]
[Role: College student → “Hot” Algebra Teacher]
[E.T.: Busty, Sexually frustrated, Cougar]
—such a slut, but at least she’s easy to slip by whenever someone reports these damn tits for violating the dress code. I swear, you’d think young men these days would appreciate the view.” You fix the animal print blouse that has come to cover your shrunken torso by its hem. Making sure to pat down the area covering budding breasts that are nowhere sizable enough to cause the wardrobe malfunctions you can so vividly recount, though they certainly seem committed to their bit, pushing the dainty finger you’ve perched over your chest ever further away by the seconds of their growth. “They don’t seem to care whenever Mei flashes her tits. What’s so wrong with mine?” You wonder, resuming your stride through the halls, now uninhibited by the erection that has vanished from your crotch. Only the plump flesh of your thighs remains, rubbing together under your skirt with each stride of your high-heeled feet.
“Come on,” you complain, swatting some of your bleached blonde bob away from your face as you leer down at your fattening bust, now constricted beneath a cloth inadequate for such ripe tits. “Mmm~” Palming the growing teardrop spheres, you make a deliberately provocative choice, undoing the whole front of your blouse to let the girls breathe. Jiggling every inch of their soft flesh over the cups of your bra, perfectly soft and welcoming – ready to stuff a nice, diligent student’s face in between. ‘Mei is probably already whoring herself in there anyway. Might as well let them see~’
Your tongue runs hungrily across your gloss stained lips as you round the corner to your classroom, ready to reward your students with the best set of tits they’ve ever seen on a real woman, one mature enough to give it to them, because you are not about to get one-upped by your Asian slut of an assistant, prowling what should be your classroom full of prime meat.
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Thank you all for your patience, next week seems pretty chill in terms of my class schedule so I'll get right to work on a short + story that I want to push out before the month ends. Anyway that's all, hope you enjoyed this one and see ya on the next one : )
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