Mr. Nelson gets her to realize

“Good. Good. They can be a handful,” Mr. Nelson smiled. “Ahem, would you be so kind — just a moment — as to stand up for me? On your tip-toes. Then down. Twice more after that. It’s an old habit, enlightening as it were.” Odd, she thought. But he’s the principal, and I’m new here. I’ll humor him. Miss Vargas stood up. She rose onto her toes.

The first lift she felt only the stretch in her calves. She came down. She went up again.

The second rise sent her breasts with her — a full, obvious bounce, weight leaving and landing, flesh rippling.

Maria glanced down to see what had moved. She was met with the sight of her bare tits, still settling from the motion. Right here, in the principal’s office! I’m- I’m almost naked! They’re bouncing in his face!! How long had she been in this state?! Had she been teaching class like this? Had it happened recently or had she given two dozen pairs of eyes a full gander of her… Of her fat, jiggly jugs, her inner voice scolded her. A fine display of your dark pink areolas. The ones Mr. Nelson is getting an extended private viewing of right now. Don’t just stand there!

She shrieked. Her hands flew, missed, and found her bosom too late. She doubled over and dropped into a crouch behind the chair on her side of the desk, heels folded under her, arms locked over her breasts, face burning in shame.

Nelson sat back, chuffed. “Office camera should’ve got some good video of that,” he said, half to himself. “Looks like they did quite a number on you, Miss Vargas.” He took a coat off the rack behind him and held it over the desk without standing too close.

“Welcome to Classroom 202.”