Introducing the Tits

No sooner had you sat down when you saw Dr. Nakamura making a swift break for the exit with her books pressed against her chest. Even as your plaything, she stopped at nothing to irritate you... is what you thought at first. Then you realized what a golden opportunity this was to kill two birds with one stone, and took it.

"Nakamura," you said into your headset. Her cringing halt proved it worked. "Since you're such a stickler for attendance, I'll give you a choice. Would you rather stay and have perfect attendance, or go fuck some frat boys in the quad?"

"Stay," Dr. Nakamura growled and spun, returning to her podium.

Would Nakamura's answer keep your classmates in the room? You would find out soon enough. From the back corner, you watched as fourteen students filed in - double the usual.

"Wow Nakamura, I had no idea so many were skipping," you said. "No wonder you were such a bitch to me."

Even from the back corner, you noticed her blushing. Shame? Anger? Did it matter? One by one, your classmates took their seats, the rising scaffold arrangement offering each a perfect view toward front and center where their professor stood. Today, they would be getting far more out of this design than a good education.

The clock ticked over. The door closed. It was time. Like a stage play, your one-woman show began with a simple cue by you as her director.

"Would you rather start class by introducing your tits, or by apologizing for being a bitch?"

The color drained from her face. It took longer for her to decide than you thought it would, but eventually she did. And it wasn't what you expected.

"Attention class!" Professor Nakamura shouted.

Until now, her booming voice signaled an end to frivolous banter and a demand to accept her authority in this sacred teaching space. Her students waited for the usual tongue lashing for not getting logged into their computers. But when she dropped her books on the podium with a thud to reveal her breasts, everyone gasped. Her ruined shirt hid nothing. Its scraps framed the magical endowments like a target for the eyes.

With a hateful scowl, Dr. Nakamura pointed at her breasts and lightly hopped to make them jiggle for emphasis. "These are my new tits! They're big, they're soft, and they're so sensitive they make me cum. I spent ten minutes sucking on them before class and they were the best ten minutes of my life."

She was clearly boiling mad now, judging by her redness and the vein popping on her forehead. You really didn't expect her to pick it. It was meant to be the worse option so you could hear a few sweet sorries, but was her ego really THAT inflated? You posed the question again with a slight change and watched with wonder as she did it again.

Her hands groped her tits hard. Mauling herself, the rough squeezes got her moaning with her big brown nipples poking out through her fingers. "Th-these KNOCKERS can't handle touch. They, oh god, they make me wet just playing with them. I doubt I'll ever wear a bra again because it would be too much for me."

Her face twisted with pleasure as she went at it. Mouth agape and forehead crinkling, but she kept that overall outraged, bitchy look you knew so well.

Your classmates' reactions ran the gamut of odd to disgusted to horny, judging by what you heard. You spotted a few reach for their bags, rise from their seats, take two steps off and then immediately plop back down and stare at Dr. Nakamura's 'lecture'.

Good, you thought. You weren't finished. If you couldn't crack the bitch, you could at least see how far she would go. You had one more body part left unused since its change.