Busy Morning For Tits McGee (Barker POV)

"Ok honey have a great day!" I called out to my husband as he walked out the front door. It felt strange seeing him in the morning. I usually don't wake up until after he's already gone because his work starts at 6 AM and I don't need to be at the school until 7:30.

However I have certain matters to attend to today. Michael's policies have left all the lessons I made throughout the years useless. I'll have to make a set of new presentations over the weekend. For now I am stuck putting lessons together one by one before class.

I am sat at my kitchen's island counter with my laptop opened in front of me. Brining my coffee mug to my lips, I review the PowerPoint I've made for today's lesson.

The top of the title slide reads 'Making New Names For My Titties' in bold. The subtitle underneath says 'Combining Our Vocabulary Words' in smaller text. As I flip through the presentation I rehearse what I am going to say as I would before any class.

"Referring to my tits as one word limits your vocabulary. Adding a leading phrase opens up a new range of options."

I click to the next slide. The heading reads 'Milk/Milky-'. A picture of a milk carton sits on the left. To the right is an image of a lactating breast. I had to scroll through google for a picture thats similar to my breasts. I would have used my chest but I am not currently lactating and will hopefully never, children aren't in my life plans. I take a breadth and continue my mock lesson.

"The first leading phrases we are covering is 'Milk' and 'Milky'. The biological purpose of every woman's udders, including mine, is to produce milk. This makes these terms a good fit for expanding our vocabulary. Yesterday we learned that you can refer to my tits as 'Jugs'. By using a leading phrase, you can use 'Jugs' to branch off to new synonyms such as 'Milk-Jugs'. The number of names for my Ta-Tas increase exponentially this way. 'Milky-Knockers', 'Milk-Bags', even 'Milky-Milkers' is acceptable."

I clicked through the rest of the presentation and continued my rehearsal. I rolled my eyes while droning on about the usefulness of the word 'bouncy'. Sometimes the ridiculousness of what my profession has become gets to me. I suppose I have to just adapt to the new rules. What else should I expect when an 18 year old boy gets handed the power to control how his teacher dresses and what she can teach?

My goal is to keep the material vocabulary related for as long as possible. I am dreading the day I run out of bullshit and have to resort to lessons that require touching me. It is bad enough Michael gets to paw at me all he wants. Letting all my students get a hold of my chest is a nightmare.

I closed my laptop after finishing up with my practice run. When I put down my mug I feel the material of my blouse brush against my nipple. I shuddered as I felt my nub start to harden from the sensation.

My new work uniform made wearing bras bothersome. I had to keep tugging the cups down because they slid up my chest as I moved. God, I missed wearing a bra to work. Sure, it can get uncomfortable after a long day, but that pain pales in comparison to what I feel not wearing one at all. Ever since I started lugging around my heavy breasts without any support, my back is aching by lunch without fail.

My phone buzzes on the counter top as I put my laptop into my handbag. Upon picking it up I see a text notification from Michael.

FUI/FBM Mike: Hope you're awake. Remember you need to stop by the photography room before class.

"Speak of the devil" I mutter to myself after reading the message. He's referring to the primary reason I am up so early. The day Michael received his authority, he decided that my school ID badge should be updated. Guess he really wants to drive home the fact that I'm no one but 'Tits McGee' as far as the school is concerned.

I grabbed my keys and drove to the school. When I pulled into my parking spot I turned off the engine but stayed in the car. I lowered my head to rest on the steering wheel for a moment and sighed. Then I sat up strait and unbuttoned by blouses, revealing my brea- I mean honkers to the world. Like flicking a switch, my mind differed to using juvenile vocabulary. Always being a stickler for the rules, I follow them even in my thoughts.

I got out of the car and starting making my way inside. Feeling everyones eyes on me has started to feel somewhat normal. A mix of my colleagues and students begin to greet me when I approach the campus.

"Hey Tits McGee, how are you?" someone asks

I smile and cup my bazoongas "Im great thanks! It's a bit chilly today isn't it? My nippies are rock hard."

When I reach the entrance I find Sarah, the front desk attendant, sitting at her post.

"Well hello Tits McGee. Can you show me your ID badge so I can scan it?" She says warmly.

I fish the badge out of my bag and take a second to admire my old picture. It feels like I'm saying goodbye to the respectable person I once was. After a few seconds, I place it on the desk.

"Sure thing Sarah. Is it ok if I leave it here after? I'm getting a new one today."

She scans the barcode on the back of the card and then looks up at me inquisitively. "Oh?"

I grab both of my FunBags by the nipple and slightly jiggle them around.

"The School's Female Behavior Modifier is insisting that my ID badge has the name he assigned me. The picture's getting updated too. As you can probably guess, it's going to be a close up of titty meat."

Sarah's gaze has clearly shifted from my eyes down to the show I'm putting on below. She smiles and starts to giggle warmly at my explanation.

"I guess that makes sense. Your whole identity pretty much boils down to being a set of fat udders, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does. My name's Tits McGee after all." I replied before making my way down the hall.

A wave of shame and sadness wash over me despite my smile. All of my life I had worked tirelessly to be a respected educator. Now I'm nothing more than the 'titty lady' who flaunts and brags about her giant TaTas.

When I get to the photography room, I see Michael waiting for me. The room is set up as if it's school picture day. A camera rests atop a tripod and is pointed toward a white canvass background.

"Hey Tits McGee! Right on time." Michael says from behind the camera. I walk up to him and cup my milkers.

"Just as you instructed, Michael." I said with sarcastic enthusiasm.

When we're about a foot apart, I follow up with the usual "Would you like to motorboat my Jiggly Jugs?"

He smiles and begins to step towards me. My cupping hands are replaced by his firm grasp.

"How could I resist all that milk meat?"

Then Michael plunges his face into my bazoongas. He vigorously shakes his head between them, making loud humming noises as he does so.

I place my hands on my hips and my eyes dart up to look at the ceiling. However, my attempt to block out what's happening is made difficult by his voice. It's clear the brat is having the time of his life.

Like a sex toy at the mercy of Michael's juvenile desires, I stood there and allowed the boy to defile my tits. I felt the warmth of his saliva pool up in my sweater meat and start to drip down my stomach.

He kept up it for so long that I lifted my arm to look at my wrist watch. I am about to check the time to see how lo-

"Ahh!" I squealed out at the sharp pain. I look down to see that Michael had finished his **** by pinching my nipples and giving them a twist.

I flashed him an angry look but remained silent. He has the privilege of treating my tits as he pleases so I really couldn't say anything. Michael just looks back at me with a cocky smile, my nipples still between his fingers.

"All right!" he says while stepping away and clapping his hands together.

Then he cheers "Time to make a new badge and cement your identity as 'Tits McGee' for good!"

I proceeded to sit on the stool in front of the canvass. Michael tossed me a rag and instructed me to wipe his spit off my milkers. While picking up the tripod to move in for a close up, he instructed me to push the sides of my blouse aside to ensure they wouldn't be in the picture.

Once the camera was properly positioned, Michael walked over to a stereo system that was set up in the corner. Techno music began blasting through the room. Finally, he headed back to the camera and started snapping picture after picture. To my surprise, what I thought would be a quick picture turned out to be a full photo shoot.

The first few shots were just simple close ups but then he started giving me various instructions.

"Work it Tits McGee!" He cheered as if I was a model strutting down a runway.

The bright flashes and loud music brought on a headache as I hustled to obey the orders being barked at me.

"Cup those Fun-Bags and lift em' up high! Now bounce them up and down!"

"Pinch your nipples and pull em' out to the sides! Yea, just like that. Now pull em' into the center!"

"Alright, let go and start shaking your shoulders. I want those jugs swinging for some action shots!"

By the time it was said and done I was out of breadth and feeling delirious. He turned off the music and sat at a desk with a computer. Then he put together my new badge and hit 'Print'. The machine next to the computer came to life.

Michael had, what he described as, a fun idea for a how we could wait for the badge to print. He reached into his bag and pulled out two cups of chocolate pudding. I spent the next several minutes spooning pudding onto my honkers. Michael licked and slurped it off of me.

"Mhhhhm" he moaned in approval. When his mouth plopped off my jug he reached up and jiggled it.

"Too bad these milkers don't actually have any milk to go with my snack." he said as I scooped another spoonful.

"What a shame." I responded with what felt like my hundredth eye roll of the day.

Then suddenly, I was taken by surprise when Michael latched his mouth around my nipple. My sarcastic voice quickly melted into moans as he sucked harder than a vacuum. He then proceeded to enjoy the taste of my nub as the card machine ran.

When the new badge finished printing, Michael spat my tit out. However, I was not yet released from his grasp.

"Let me just finish my tit pudding first." He said before diving his head forward.

After a few moments of thorough licking, not a single trace of pudding could be seen on my knockers. Then Michael sat back and handed me the card.

The top of the ID said 'Faculty: Tits McGee'. Below my obscene nick name was the first picture he took. It was just a plain close up shot of my sweater stretchers.

'WHY DID WE NEED TO TAKE ALL THE OTHERS!' I screamed in my thoughts. On the outside, however, I simply started down at the badge and said "Oh yea, that's much more of a Tits McGee ID."

Michael agreed and told me start heading to homeroom. I offered him his goodbye motorboat but he declined.

"Actually I have a better idea." he said as he reached into his bag. He pulled out a six pack of chocolate pudding cups. I did not like where this was going.

He started to peel the lid off one of the cups "Im making a FBM call. The only food you're allowed to eat for the school day is this pudding."

Michael walked over and scooped the whole cup onto my jugs. It felt cold against my skin. He continued his ridiculous proclamation while opening the second cup.

"The only way you can eat is by licking it off your TaTas. No hands or spoons. Also you cant wash it off your face OK?"

I gritted him teeth as he dumped the pudding onto me. "Understood." I huffed in anger. This was so humiliating.

He finished scooping all the pudding and proceeded to spread it around my chesticles with the back of his spoon. I looked like I let a toddler finger paint me brown. The inner sides of my expensive white blouse were stained.

I put my new ID badge in my bag and walked to the door. Right as I got to the exit I heard Michael call out "Oh and Tits McGee." I turned my head to see what else he could want.

"If anyone asks why you're covered in pudding, say 'Because I'm a titty piggy!' and give your honkers a good lick. Follow that with a pig impression for a couple seconds. Really put your heart into your oinks!"

My eyes were wide with anger. I didn't even respond before storming out into the hall. I felt my milkers jiggle with each stomp and heard a drop of pudding splat on the floor. My eyes darted down for a second and

THUMP

I stumbled back in surprise. Blinded by my anger I had walked right into the back of the girl in front of me. When I regained my bearings I could tell the girl I bumped was Stella. She hadn't turned around yet but the fact that the girl was butt naked made it obvious.

The pudding on my FunBags had smooshed against Stella's upper back. It left an impression of my titties, you could even see imprints of my nipples.

"Please look at my tits, hey!" Stella called out as she turned around. Her facial expression softened when she saw that it was a teacher who bumped into her.

She greeted me "Please look at my tits, oh hi Tits McGee."

Before I could respond, Stella reached around her back and scooped some pudding on her finger. She sniffed it and then brought her finger to her mouth.

"Please look at my tits, is this pudding? Please look at my tits, why is it smeared all over your bazoongas?"

For a brief moment I was proud of my student for paying attention to my class. Then my face turned bright read when I remember what I had to do.