Class isn't over yet, you still haven't gotten to the faculty

I was amused as I looked around the classroom and saw what would be the new "normal" for the foreseeable future. The twins looked at each other nervously as they tried to subconsciously figure out their future outfits, Lucy was fumbling about in an effort to take notes despite her hands now being bound by her boots, and of course there was Stella who was practically sweating with embarrassment sitting at her desk naked as the day she was born with her legs spread wide for all to see.

However something bothered me when my eyes reached the end of my scan. Mrs. Barker seemed to regain a sense of control as she began to write her lesson on the board like it was any other day. I had just gained absolute authority over everything in my life, I was not about to pretend that this wasn't the case.

New Rule: The School's Female Uniform Inspector and Female Behavior Inspector has the same authority over female faculty as they do students.

Without raising my hand I raised my voice to call out "Mrs. Barker there is still one more matter I need to attend to before we can continue.".

My teacher quickly turned around to face me, the vein in her forehead looking like she was going to blow a gasket. "And what would this matter pertain to Michael?" she asked using every ounce of strength she had to not scream.

In a relaxed, more cocky, manner I leaned back in my chair

"It pertains to your uniform. As you know the Female Uniform Inspector's power is not limited to students."

As soon as the words left my mouth Mrs. Barkers facial expression flipped from anger to fear. She remained silent, dreading what was to follow as I continued making my announcement.

"From this day forward you are to attend class with your breasts fully exposed. You may wear whatever outfit you want as long as they are on full display, well until I say otherwise."

Mrs. Barker must have gone through dozens of emotions before she finally collected her self with one deep breath and slowly reached towards the top button of her blouse. "Fine" she sighed in defeat as she undid her top one button at a time. When the final button was severed she grasped the top of her bra's cups and pulled them down towards her stomach, releasing her tits into the open air.

Now I always knew my teacher always had a huge rack. Conservative tops could only mask so much of the human anatomy. However seeing her tits in their full glory for the first time made me realize just what a set of knockers the woman really had. They could possibly be K-cups, although I am not an expert at eyeing cup size. Her nipples were a little fatter than I excepted, but that was a rather amusing surprise. The large nubs only added to absurdity of her already exaggerated chest.

My internal guesses at the exact size of my teacher's tits was interrupted when she finally spoke up.

"Now that I am in accordance with your standards, may I FINALLY return to my lesson?"

I left her staring at me with discontent as I moved to open the rule book with my next perverted play in mind.

New Rule: An additional power of the Female Behavior Inspector is the ability to assign any female in the school a name of his choosing. Those assigned a name must only refer to themselves as said name as well as solely respond to it. They must also inform others who may not be aware about her new name.

The room fell silent as I wrote the small paragraph in my trusty book. All of the students looked dumbstruck as they gawked at their strict teacher's massive knockers hung free. Everyone could see that the nubs of her pepperoni nipples began to harden in the cold air. Mrs. Barker, all though silent, seemed full of rage. After two minutes or so I jotted the last period of my short paragraph I looked up back at my once all-mighty teacher, grinning ear to ear.

Restraining my gaze to only her eyes in an effort to give the allusion I was taking my duty seriously I finally spoke.

"Not quite. My next decree as the school's Female Behavior Inspector is officially changing your name. You will now go by 'Tits McGee' while on school grounds."

That elicited a slight chuckle throughout the classroom, apparently I was not the only one amused by our bitchy superior's fall from grace. I could swear I saw a mild grin from Stella of all people.

Mrs. Barker's previously dropped jaw moved to speak, "Well I-" is all she could get out before I interrupted. Raising my voice slightly as if offended by her reaction I said "Excuse me Tits McGee I wasn't finished.". She then pursed her lips tight like she was holding back thoughts that would get her in further trouble. Still sitting calmly at my desk, I moved my hand to my chin to strike a 'thinking' pose. After pretending to be in deep thought, I spoke up.

"As for your actual behavior during school hours I have some... adjustments."

Then my voice morphed to resemble some kind of supervillain who's unveiling their evil plot.

"From now on the only subject you may speak about is your breasts. They must be the primary topic of every single conversation you partake in. So whenever you're approached with an unrelated matter, you must always find a way to shift the discussions's spotlight onto your chest. Following this rule is mandatory, even if doing so derails the original topic of a conversation."

I could barely hold back my laughter but I soldiered on. I enjoyed the absurdity of acting like this bizarre power was a serious task. Forcing my grin into a serious face I continued alter my life at school.

"Furthermore, you are now required to constantly change up the words you use to refer to your breasts. This means your vocabulary will have to include more colorful terms such as 'jugs', 'milkers', 'knockers', and so on. I suggest looking to the internet for a word bank you can cycle through. On top of this, it's now your responsibility to ensure that anyone speaking to you also uses creative words when mentioning your tits."

My eyes left the disheveled Tits McGee to make another brief scan of my surroundings. By now everyones eyes had left the free hanging knockers and focused in on me. When my gaze reached Lucy I couldn't help but crack a smile at how stupid she looked with her boot clad hands laid across her desk and her bare feet resting on the tiled floor. Then I looked in Stella's direction, starting at her pussy on display thanks to her spread legs I made my way up to her naked tits and was immediately remained my work was not yet done. I turned back to my primary focus and pointed straight at her bare chest.

"Since the vast majority of words coming out of your mouth are going to be about those massive milkers, it only makes sense that your class' curriculum revolves around them as well. You can still teach English in the sense that you may cover various ways to refer to your tits, and maybe even have spelling tests on them. However, that won't be enough material for the whole year so you'll have to come up with some new curriculum. This new curriculum should also contain a 'hands-on approach'. Students should be encourage to touch your breasts in accordance to whatever titty material you are teaching."

My mind was now on full throttle, thinking of the next idea before finishing my current sentence. I was riding the high of barking orders at Mrs. Barker so much that my eyes never even dropped down to those huge tits that jut out through her open blouse. I knew that the Rule Book gave me power to alter the entire world but there was something comforting about drastically changing one small aspect of my mundane life. Wanting to act like everything is normal when class ended, I raced to install my new 'Classroom order' before the bell rang . It must have seen like I was never going to shut up to the rest of the class but I didn't care, I was in charge.

"Moving onto another change in your conduct, you will show your respect for me as the school's FUI and FBI by allowing me full access to your breasts during school hours. I am free to touch them however I please, or use them in anyway I wish for that matter. You will be on call for whenever I require your boobs even if it means leaving in the middle of a class to meet me wherever I may be on campus. I'll get your phone number after class so I can reach you, well reach your tits."

Although I don't plan on utilizing that last part until I move my grasp onto other areas of the school I figured I would add it while it was fresh in my head. My eyes glanced at the clock, I was running out of time before class ended. It didn't really matter but I gained a rush from feeling like I was in a race to make as many changes while I could. The bell would ring any second, it was time to wrap my doctrine up.

"Finally, I am implementing one last rule. You must always great the school's FUI/FBI, which is me, by offering your boobs for them to motor-boat. You'll allow said motor-boating to go on for however long I see fit. You will not complain no matter how many minutes, or even hours, go by. The same practice goes for saying goodbye."

*RIIIIIIIIING*

I timed everything perfectly. Luckily Mrs. Barker didn't interrupt once through the whole thing, allowing me to make a buzzer beater finish. Most of the students in the room bolted from their seats trying to process, and escape, the bizarre scene that played out during the period. However this was not the case for those who had their own altercations.

Lucy fumbled about trying to put a few sheets of paper into her folder without the use of her hands. Eventually she gave up and used her forearm to sweep her belongings into her backpack. Making no attempt to zipper it up she swung the open bag over her shoulder and made her way out the door. A feint slapping noise caused by her bare feet slapping against the floor tile could be heard with each step. She tried to put on a brave face as she entered the hallway with her boots firmly secured to her hands but you could tell her mind was racing with thoughts about what people would say or how she was even going to get through the rest of her classes.

The twins followed with a more frantic expression. They walked closely side by side, one sister trying to shield the other's revealed body parts. To say their efforts were futile would be an understatement. I looked forward to seeing how they divvy out their clothing in the coming year.

Stella was the last of the new misfit crew to leave. With nothing but her bag around her should she meekly shuffled to the door. Keeping her new behavior instructions in mind she kept her feet shoulder width apart, putting that pretty pussy on a pedestal for all to bask in its glory. When she got to the door she stopped in her tracks and sighed to herself "Please look at my tits, oh God." I couldn't help but chuckle, admittedly I forgot about that little tidbit, or 'titbit'. Just as she took her first step into the hall I could out to her "See you tomorrow Stella!". She looked back at me with a scowl and called back "Please look at my tits! Whatever creep!". Then she began her courageous, naked, journey to her next class.

Finally I stood up, packed my trusty Rulebook into my bag and walked to the front of the room where my new 'Tits 101' teacher was waiting for me. The moment I get close I reach out pinch one of her fat nipples before she can say a word. She immediately responds in an audible, and surprised, moan.

The woman continues to moan as I casually tug on her nub but eventually manages to gasp out a short blurb.

"Auugh Michael my titties are sensitive!"

I reply with a chuckle and say "Yea I can see that. It looks like you might have just as much fun as I'm gonna have." Then I begin to pull harder, stretching her nipple further out "Well almost." her moans go from barley audible to loud enough that it could be heard in the hallway. I finally release her from my grasp and reach in my pocket to pull out my phone. While handing her the device, I speak up in a cocky voice yet again.

"Alright I got to get to class, go ahead and make your contact incase I want to fondle your breasts later."

At this point, I am making a conscious effort to show that I enjoy flexing my authority over her.

She grabs the phone out of my hand and sarcastically says "Sure thing Michael." As her fingers begin typing, my teacher adds "You should really call them something like 'hooters' or 'knockers' though, it's your policy after all."

I almost burst into laughter and I grab a hold of her right tit. Then I proceed to jiggle the handful of meat while saying "Oh right, I can't wait to play with all this 'sweater-meat' later." in response.

When she finished making her contact she hands me back the phone. I grinned as I looked upon the screen. Her contact name was of course 'Tits McGee'. While admiring the text, I suddenly get a new idea.

I tap the camera icon and hold my phone up so that it's camera is level to her chest.

"I need a contact photo. Jut out those milkers would you?"

My teacher rolls her eyes before standing up ever so slightly straiter than the prim and proper teacher was before. She grabs the cups of her bra which laid trapped under her massive tits and pulled them further down to her stomach.

"I guess theres no better picture for 'Tits McGee' than a close up of these puppies." She remarks trying to adapt to her new way of work life.

While the camera focuses and begins to flash I respond "There really isn't. Oh that reminds me were going to have to update the picture on your ID badge. But we can take care of that later."

As I put my phone back in my pocket we are left just looking at each other for a brief moment. I wonder if she will make the first move or wait for me to initiate the goodbye.

I am pleased when she speaks first "Well I better get ready to introduce my next class to 'Tits McGee'. Im thinking if I hurry I can make a vocab sheet on synonyms for my Mommy Milkers." Then she cups her tits both hands and slightly bounces them up and down.

I couldn't help but notice she was progressively leaning into her new persona. Was this the book's work at hand? Or was she just accepting her new life. The others were definitely more resistant to their changes, but then again none of their behaviors were altered to the degree of my formally frighting teacher.

My thoughts were cut off by a "Anyway Michael. Would you like to motor-boat these puppies before you leave?"

I smiled and without saying a word I plunged my face into her huge jugs. I instantly felt swallowed up, the massive knockers were almost able to completely wrap around my head. The power trip was starting to get to me as I made plenty of loud noises while vigorously shaking my head into her chest. I reached up to grab both sides of her tits and pushed them together, feeling the soft flesh on my cheeks. 30 seconds turned into a minute and a minute turned into 2. I continued to louder and louder and eventually the scene turned into something like you would see in a crude cartoon. All the while Ms. Barker stood there and allowed me to berate her chest.

I finally retracted myself from and made eye contact. "This was fun." I said before giving her fat nipple one more tug for good measure. As I made way out the door I turned back to get a good look my teacher. I used to fear walking into class everyday but now I couldn't wait for my 'Tits 101' education.

I waved at her and said "See you tomorrow Tits McGee!". Then I head out to my next class. Besides getting the occasional glimpses of my conquests walking through the halls it was going to be a pretty average rest of the day. 'Thats ok though' I thought to myself. I wanted to take my time, no need to rush and get board. As I walk through the hall I take out my phone and pull up the new contact and its photo. 'Yea, it's definitely gonna be a while before I get bored of this and move on.'

[Author's Note: Please feel free to write your own chapter's on any of my story branches or original stories. They do not have to follow the same exact plot/direction or include all of the characters as my work (you can act as if they never existed). I love my work getting picked up by others and seeing what they have to offer]