"Yes", but then she made you work for it.

"Yes!" you yelled. "I really want to fuck you!"

She scowled at you.

"I mean, I really want to have sex with you, ma'am."

"That's better," said your professor. She put her jacket back on, but she couldn't quite button it over her huge breasts. She gathered up her stuff and led you outside to her car.

You felt like everyone should be staring at you in your torn clothes, but nobody seemed to notice that. There were definitely a lot of people staring at you and the professor, but in both cases the stares were more lustful than judgmental. It seemed that nobody cared about the state of your clothes, but everyone on campus wanted to fuck you, the professor, or both.

The professor drove you to her small house just off campus, then got out of her car and said, "Carry me inside." You picked her up easily with your new muscles. She wrapped her arms around your thick neck and pushed her chest against yours. Your heart raced as you felt her H-cup breasts push against you. You had to lean over quite a bit at the door for her to reach out and unlock it while you held her. Holding her as she did that was an awkward position, but she was light as a feather in your strong arms. You took her inside and she guided you to her bedroom, where you laid her on the bed.

She laid back in the bed and got very comfortable. "Mmmm, okay, big boy. Strip for me." As you started yanking off your shirt she said, "No, no. Slowly."

It was hard to go slow looking at her perfect body splayed out in front of you. You pulled at the shirt, but it was several sized too small, so you ended up tearing it off you. This brought a little surprised gasp from between her thick lips. Your jeans tore even more as you pulled them off. Finally, you took off your tight underwear, and the teacher gasped.

"Oh wow, I'm so glad I increased the size of your cock! That's going to feel amazing!" She pulled out your phone and made another adjustment. "Just a sec, I'm going to improve your cardiovascular health, really get your stamina up. You're going to need it."

When she was done, she put down the phone and got on her knees on the bed. "Now, undress me."

You moved closer and helped her out of her jacket. Then you unbuttoned her torn blouse, revealing that her A-cup bra had completely broken off of her huge, new breasts. You gently take if off, leaving her in nothing but her skirt. Your hands involuntarily rise up towards her incredible chest.

The professor slapped you. "I didn't give you permission to touch those!"

"I'm sorry, Miss... uh..."

She rolled her eyes. "Did you forget my name?"

You bow your head. "Yes, ma'am."

"God, dammit. You really need to pay attention in class. It's Brassard. Now ask nicely to touch my breasts."

"Please, Miss Brassard, may I touch your breasts?"

"Hmm, do it nicer."

"Please!" you pled. "Miss Grassard, may I please touch your breasts!"

"Nicer!" she screamed. She put her hands under them and jiggled their large mass. "Do it as nice as you fucking can!"

You dropped to your knees and put your hands together. "Please! I'm so horny! I want to touch them so badly! They're so fucking hot, you're so fucking hot! Please let me touch them, please!"

She cocked her head to the side to consider it. "Hmmm... okay. But be gentle."

You rose back up and, gently as you could, took a massive breast in your hand and guided it to your mouth. You sucked on her nipple and she inhaled sharply.

"Oh my god," moaned Professor Brassard, "I'd forgotten how sensitive 19 year-old nipples are! It's like they've never been touched before! Yes, suck harder. Make sure you get them both!"

You spent ten minutes just sucking and fondling her terrific breasts. By the time she told you to stop and take off her skirt, you were both almost shaking from desire.

Now completely naked, the professor laid her perfect body down on the bed and said, "Okay, it's time for the real fun."