A slight change of lesson plan for Tits 101

I stretched languidly, getting ready for the chaos I was going to do this morning in my Tits 101 class. Tits McGee stomped into the classroom in a huff, followed by Stella. Her giant bazongas were still covered in pudding, and her mouth had the chocolate pudding smeared on it from her earlier show. There was even a dollop of it on her nose. The normally dour and harsh teacher looked absolutely ridiculous, and I couldn’t fully stifle my snickering. She shot me another murderous glance, before visibly regaining control and turning, beginning to write on the whiteboard.

“Class, today we will be working on combining the vocabulary words we’ve been working on to…”

I interrupted, “Actually Tits McGee, I think it would be best for the class if you would tell us why you have pudding all over your bouncy balloons, don’t you?”

I could see Tits McGee visibly grind her teeth in annoyance, before being **** to comply. Reaching down and hefting her massive tits once again, she plastered a fake smile on her face and loudly said to the class “Because I’m a titty piggy!” before bending down and giving her tit a big lick, smearing more pudding on her face. *SQUEAL* *OINK OINK SNORT*

The class erupted in laughter, only quieting down once Tits McGee gave them one of her standard “you’ll be sent to detention looks”.

“Now, with that in mind, Tits McGee, don’t you think it’d be best if you adjusted your curriculum to reflect that? In fact, I’m invoking my FBM privileges and making today an impromptu lesson. How about “Why Tits McGee embodies the “titty piggy” lifestyle”. And really embrace your inner “titty piggy” while you’re giving the lecture. Oh, and make sure you leave about 10 or 15 minutes at the end of the class for Lucy to give a presentation on her FBM homework.”

I glanced over at Lucy, catching her doing her 10 minute “deep sniff” of my dirty socks on her hands, a look of disgust on her face.

Looking down in defeat, Tits McGee walked back to board and erased the vocab words she’d started writing, replacing it with “Tits McGee: Titty Piggy”

Sighing, she began the lesson. “Ok, everyone. Today’s subject is on how I, Tits McGee, embody the true nature of a titty piggy. “

She adjusts her glasses and leans forward, her voice dripping with seductive confidence.

“Ladies and gentlemen, being a "titty piggy" is about more than just having ample bosoms; it's a mindset, a lifestyle, and a celebration of sensuality. It's about savoring every curve, every bounce, and every tantalizing sensation that comes with having a pair of irresistible milkers.

Firstly, a true "titty piggy" loves indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. Whether it's teasing yourself with a feather-light touch or inviting others to explore the landscape of your voluptuous peaks, we embrace the power and allure that our milk monsters hold. We revel in the attention, in the worship bestowed upon us, as we recognize the extraordinary pleasure they bring to ourselves and others. Secondly, a "titty piggy" knows the art of seduction. We have mastered the tantalizing sway of our hips, the alluring peek of cleavage, and the subtle invitation in our eyes. Our sweater puppies become our weapons of temptation, drawing admirers like moths to a flame. We understand that the most thrilling experiences come from embracing our own desires and using them to entice others to explore with us. We are unapologetic, we are flirtatious, and we are always eager for more.”

Tits McGee licked her lips, her hands moving up and jiggling her pudding covered bosom as she talked. “Finally, being a "titty piggy" means never holding back. We embrace our lusty natures and relish in the sensation of giving ourselves fully to pleasure. Whether it's indulging in naughty fantasies or taking our carnal cravings to the next level, we throw inhibition to the wind and allow ourselves to truly experience everything that life has to offer.”

You watch as Tits McGee bites her lip in arousal, your FBM order to “embrace the true nature of a titty piggy” really sinking in. Her hands are roughly pinching and tugging at her nipples now, smearing the pudding around more.

“The…The true essence of a titty piggy, is, at its core, one of being a sow in heat. We crave pleasure with every fiber of our being, and our slappable udders are just one way in which we channel that passion. As sows in heat, we revel in the sensation of being touched, kissed, and caressed. We welcome the attention, the arousal, and the excitement that comes with indulging in our innermost desires. And much like a sow in heat, we become almost uncontrollable in our quest for satisfaction, fully embracing the primal side of our nature.”

Tits McGee moaned again, one pudding covered hand sliding down her stomach, leaving a trail of the chocolate pudding from her tits down to the knee length skirt she was wearing, where it began to gently rub at her crotch, unmistakably staining the skirt. As soon as her hand began rubbing she let out an embarrassed *OINK SNORT OINK*.

You decide to add a new rule to make sure this class doesn’t get ended prematurely by an onlooker.

New Rule: No teacher will ever get in trouble or reprimanded for any actions taken while teaching a class as prescribed by the female behavior monitor. This includes both words and actions of a sexual nature.

As soon as you finished writing the rule, you see Tits McGee sit up on her desk, spread her legs wide, and pull aside her underwear, openly masturbating in front of the class.

“As you can see by my…by my…demonstration, to truly understand what it means to be a "sow in heat," one must delve into the primal nature of desire and pleasure.” Tits McGee panted out, rubbing furiously at her cunt, “Sows in heat are creatures driven by…by instinct, consumed by an insatiable craving for sexual satisfaction. OH GOD!.... During their estrus cycle, or heat, sows will become highly aroused and sexually receptive, exhibiting signs such as heightened vocalizations, restlessness, FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD and a strong desire for physical touch. They may rub themselves against objects or other animals, emit strong pheromones to attract mates, and even engage in mating rituals with multiple partners. As humans, we FUCK DON’T STOP DON’T STOP…SO CLOSE obviously approach things a bit differently, but the basic underlying instincts remain the same. Like sows in heat, those who embrace their inner "titty piggy" are consumed by a powerful desire for pleasure and eroticism. We revel in the sensations that come from being touched, teased, and stimulated, fully embracing the sensual and erotic side of our natuUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHH.” *SQUEAL OINK OINK* She yelled, squirting her fluids across the floor and even getting some on Lucy, seated in the front row sniffing your dirty gym socks. Tits McGee collapsed back on her desk, her hands instinctually going to her tits, roughly squeezing and pinching her nipples.

Lucy cried out in frustration. “Great! First I have to wear Michaels gross gym socks and smell them all day, but now they’re soaked by Tits McGees cunt juice! No way I want to add that smell”

She groaned again as her 10 minutes was up and she was **** to bring her hands back to her face, burying her nose in the now moist socks, inhaling deeply. You couldn’t help but laugh at the defeated expression on her face.

You hear Tits McGee clear her throat and look up to see that she’s doing her best to look dignified after her show, straightening her skirt and unsuccessfully trying to clean the pudding off her crotch and stomach.

“Michael, I’ve warned you before about being distracted in class.” She says to you, trying to gain back some of the authority that’s been stripped from her by your rules.

“Sorry, Tits McGee. I was just so enthralled by your lesson. In fact I have a few questions. First, can you give us a few examples of the times your “inner titty piggy” came out and you lost control?

Tits McGee exhaled a frustrated sigh before answering with fake enthusiasm. “Excellent question Michael, there may be some hope for you yet.” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She still wants to play the attitude game, you think to yourself. Well, we’ll see about that. You quickly begin writing some rules in the book concerning Tits McGee’s previous behavior.

“As you can see, when my inner titty piggy comes out, I can’t always control it. Some other examples of this might be just the other weekend. I was out on a date with my husband at a fancy restaurant when the waiter came up and asked our drink order. Now, being the titty piggy I am, I found him immensely attractive. When it was my turn to order, I couldn’t help but oink and snort a few times at him while shaking my delectable ta-tas at him, before I dropped to all fours and began nuzzling his crotch with my face, oinking like the sow-in-heat that I was.”

Tits McGee looked down uncomfortably at the newly implanted memory sprang forth from her mouth, before continuing.

“I remember one time, when the class had ended for the day and all the students had left, I found myself feeling particularly aroused. I couldn't help but feel the familiar restlessness, the need to move, to stretch, to indulge in sensation. So I did what any "titty piggy" would do – I walked over to my desk and pressed my body against it, rubbing myself up and down its smooth surface as I moaned loudly to myself. The coolness of the wood was a delicious contrast against the heat of my body, and I couldn't help but lose myself in the ecstasy of the moment. My hips moved in time with my gasps and moans, each sensation building upon the last until I felt like I was about to explode. I pressed my massive knockers against the desk, feeling the hard wooden edge digging into my sensitive flesh. I couldn't help but imagine the hands of a lover, grasping and squeezing me tightly as I bucked against them. The thought was almost too much to bear – I came undone with a gasp, my body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me. It was intense, overwhelming, almost too much for my senses to handle. The memory of that moment still sends shivers down my spine, even now.”

“Thank you Tits McGee, that was very informative. But it appears we only have 10 minutes left of class, so I think Lucy should give her presentation on her FBM homework from last night. But don’t’ worry, I’m gonna invoke my FBM rights again and say that you have to act like a “titty piggy” to stella while she’s giving her presentation. That way, the class can hear what she has to say and you also can continue your lesson on how you’re the embodiment of a titty piggy.” You say with a self satisfied grin.

Lucy groaned again and got up, walking to the front of the class. As soon as she got there, Tits McGee, began grinding up against her, rubbing her wet cunt and tits all over her, while oinking and squealing like the titty piggy she was.

Lucy, looking like today was the worst day in her life ever, began her presentation….