Boobs

"Yeah, let's start with boobs," Gavin quickly adds.

Miss Sullivan hugs her arm around her chest while she kept her other arm pinned between her legs. "Br-breasts?" she repeats.

The rest of the class grins. They're enjoying seeing the normally confident and stern teacher so **** and out of her element.

"Well... the main purpose of the breasts are for a woman to feed a baby," Miss Sullivan states. She has no planned lecture and is just attempting to 'wing' a passable lesson. "When a woman becomes pregnant the breasts fill with milk so she can feed her baby."

"Miss Sullivan," Paige, a black haired goth girl with a mischievous smirk, calls out. "Is it true that when a woman is pregnant that her boobs get bigger?"

"I... sometimes pregnancy can lead to swelling of the breasts," Miss Sullivan answers.

"What size are your boobs Miss Sullivan?" Steven asks.

"I-I hardly see how that's relevant," Miss Sullivan stammers.

"Of course it's relevant!" Gavin exclaims, "Yours are the biggest ones in this classroom.

"Miss Sullivan," Paige calls out again. "Since this is math class... maybe we could measure your bust and learn what size you are."

"Yeah, how do you measure a woman's cup size?" Steven asks.

Miss Sullivan freezes. This is certainly something she wouldn't agree to but what choice does she have? It looks like most of the class is up for this lesson. The boys are clearly into it and the girls are enjoying seeing the teacher in such a powerless situation.

The only students that don't seem to be fully focused on Miss Sullivan's plight are the two punk girls in the back. The two of them have graduated from having their hands up their own skirts to having them up each others' skirts.

"I'll get the tape measure," Gavin announces as he goes to Miss Sullivan's desk and begins to rummage through the drawers. He eventually finds the tape measure and pulled it out.

With the exception of the two 'occupied' girls in the back, the rest of the class draws closer and gathers around Miss Sullivan.

"So, how do we measure her bra size?" Gavin wonders as he starts to play with the tape measure.

"..." Miss Sullivan is silent. This situation has spiraled out of control.

"You have to measure around the base of her chest for the strap," Paige explains, "And then subtract that number from the biggest part of her boobs. The difference determines her cups size."

"You're going to need to move your arm Miss Sullivan," Gavin says.

Not only has Miss Sullivan gone silent at the overwhelming situation but she's also frozen in terror. Two of the boys grow impatient and decide to help her along. They grab her arms and pull them away from her body.

The gathered students are now granted an unobstructed view of Miss Sullivan's naked body. Not only can they see her large, round exposed breasts capped with two dark pink nipples but her other arm was moved granting them a look at the trimmed patch of black hair on her mound.

"Alright, let's do this," Gavin announces as he begins to wrap the tape measure around the teacher.