You sleep in on your first day of 'Tits 101'

BREEE! BREEE! BREEE!

My eyes slightly part in response to the obnoxious sound of my alarm clock. Out of annoyance I hastily turn over on my side and slam the snooze button. It is only when the noise stops does my mind have the chance to see the time the electronic clock portrays.

"Shit Im gonna be late" I think to myself as I throw my sheets off of me and spring out of bed.

Imagining the debauchery that would take place in my homeroom's new order all night had caused me to almost sleep through it. After brushing my teeth while simultaneously throwing on my clothes, I threw my all powerful RuleBook in my bag and practically sprinted out my front door.

I entered through the front doors of the building with only sweat stains leaking through my shirt. Luckily I lived about a 5 minute-run distance from school. I rushed through signing in at the front desk and began to power walk to my destination. As I approached Mrs. Barker's classroom I began to pray. My first prayer was to ensure that yesterday's events were not a hormone induced day dream. My second was that if it was a day dream, Mrs. Barker would go easy on for being 5 minutes late although that seemed unlikely.

When I approach the classroom my hand grips the doorknob and twists. I pull the door open hoping my eyes meet the fat pair of tits that might very well have been a figment of my imagination. I held my breath as I removed the barrier between myself and what would be either utter joy or crushing disappointment.

"B-A-Z-O-O-N-G-A-S. Bazoongas." Is the sentence that reaches my ears from the moment I crack open the door.

All of a sudden my anxiety turns into relief as the wretched door finally opens. I now have a complete view of what is is in front of me. My eyes instantly take a scan of the entire classroom before anyone even has the chance of noticing my presence. My face sprouts a sinister grin almost as fast as I spot the first cause of my joy.

My first gaze naturally lands on what I would consider to be the main attraction, Mrs. Barker. She stands at the front of the room behind her large teacher's desk. She is wearing a typical black dress skirt and professional heels in a matching color. Her outfit above the waist goes along with the rest of her attire... for the most part. The only buttons that are secured on her white blouse are three on the bottom. The upper half of her top is parted by her massive tits which hung free for all in front of her to see. Looking at her from the side only one of her huge jugs were visible, but I could tell the cold temperature of the open air made the nubs of her pepperoni nipples rock hard. It looked as if a small stone was glued to her chest.

My instinct told my eyes to move to the students but my curiosity diverted my attention the chalk board my teacher was standing in front of. I looked towards the upper center of the board and found that 'Tits McGee' was written in a large font which took up a sizable chunk of the region's space. Right below it was a crude illustration of a pair of boobs taking up just slightly less space in the center. The drawing was a kin to what you would find the notebook of a teenager who was dozing off in class.

"Very good Lucy. Now could you use it in a sentence?" My teacher spoke, breaking me from the chalk board induced trance.

With my presence still going unnoticed I turned my head to rest of class. Lucy stood at her desk in the front. She was dressed normally except for the pair of white sneakers that bound her hands. She leaned forward, making it look like her arms were legs standing atop her desk. I looked down and saw that her feet were bare. Her toes wiggled against the tile floor as she responded.

"Tits McGee's 'Bazoongas' are the largest I have ever seen in person." Lucy said before taking a seat. I noticed that unlike everyone else there was nothing on her desk, only her sneaker bound hands. It seems that she hasn't even made an attempt to take notes and is trying to relay on memory alone for school work.

Mrs. Barker, or 'Tits McGee', smiled and cup her large breast before she began to reply "They sure- oh look who decided to join us."

My eyes did not leave the sight of my teacher cupping her bare breasts but I could feel that her gaze, along with everyone else's, was now pointed at me. Feeling the pressure of being the new center of everyone's attention I looked up at the face the one acknowledging me.

My teacher now turned towards me, her fat tits still being cupped by her hands. Her smile had faded and harsh expression had taken its place. The sight in front of me was bizarre to say the least. Here stands my usually menacing teacher who is giving me the same look that would normally send shivers down my spine. I am about wince fear when I realize that while her face is scary, her chest is revealed to the public and 'Tits McGee' is written across the board. The cocky nature I that overtook me yesterday has suddenly return. My grin returns and I begin to step forward.

"Yea sorry about being late Tits McGee. I was up all night thinking about those bazoongas of yours." I said while continuing to pace closer and closer to my teacher .

She carefully watches my advance, still cupping the boobs that look as if they have exploded through her blouse. When I am closer than an arm's distance from her she finally speaks. "Well I will be speaking to you about your tardiness after class." She follows her remark by slightly bouncing her breasts up and down. "But for now, would you like to motor-boat my Honkers?"

I instantly let out a small chuckle in response to her ridicules question. I stare right at her tits which are at eye level with me due to her hight. I pause for a brief moment debating wether or not I should burry my head in that plentiful chest for the entire period. I wondered if she would stay silent the entire time or attempt to continue the class when she realized I wasn't going to stop any time soon. But I was too curious about how things were going before I arrived to give in to temptation.

"Nah" I said snarked before grabbing one of the hardened nubs between my fingers. Tits McGee let out an audible sigh as a pinched. I turned away to head to my desk, my pointer finger and thumb pulled her nipple with me for a second before letting go, causing her to moan louder. Without looking back I walked to back of the class and said "Im good for now. I might stick my dick in your titty-meat during our chat though."

I sat in my desk at the back of the class and returned my attention to my bare chested teacher. She rolled her eyes and replied "Very well." She then went back to addressing the entire class "Now where we? Oh yes we just covered 'Bazoongas'. Class, let's move onto the fifth way you should refer to my tits."

Feeling a strange sense of boredom with boob related lecture I found my focus shifting to the rest of the room. I only gave Lucy a quick glance but I was still entertained by it. She sat up straight at her desk with her sneaker-clad hands resting in front of her. She tried her best to commit everything Tits McGee is saying to memory knowing that attempting to write down what Tits McGee was saying is futile. She would probably go the rest of her day like this.

Then my attention turns to the left side of the room. I see the twins sitting next to each other a couple of desks over. Admittedly I had forgot their names as I always saw them as one singular girl that I never payed much attention to, perhaps their new dress code fits my perspective. One girl had a yellow top on but her bottom half was only covered by a pair of white panties. There other had on a pair of jeans but her modest tits were only concealed by a bra. I found it interesting that they both had one sock and shoe one their feet. I guess they decided that they would split absolutely everything down the middle.

My scan went from furthest to closet as I finally made it to Stella who sat right next to me. It was a new occurrence since she usually say up front like the teacher's pet she is. She must have thought that moving to the back would spare her some gazes of gawking perverts. Unfortunately for her, I took the empty seat to her right. I had a perfect view of everything she had to offer. Her perky tits hung free, her bubble-butt was smooshed against the chair, and her pussy breathed the fresh air thanks to her legs being spread wide. If she wasn't feeling embarrassed earlier, she definitely became bothered when I showed up. Once she noticed that I was blatantly staring at her her facial l expression became distressed and fingers started to twitch.

I leaned over in her direction and whispered "Psssst. Hey Stella."

Without moving her head her eyes darted to meet mine. "Please look at my tits. What do you want?" She asked quietly, trying to sound dismissive despite the comical context of it all.

"You must be feeling chilly. I mean your nipples are rock hard." I whispered back and followed with a chuckle.

Stella grew annoyed by my comment. She turned her head to fully confront me. Raising her voice just enough to portray her anger without making a seen she replied.

"Maybe you wouldn't be so distracted if I didn't have to come to school naked."

I couldn't contain myself any longer and I let out a hearty laugh. I looked up to see good old Tits McGee giving me one of her classic **** stares. She opened her mouth to say something.

BRIIIIING

The bell went off before she could scold me. Stella instantly threw her binder into her bag and darted out of the room with all the other students. As I watched her cute ass waddle away I realized she had forgot to say her little phrase during our quiet convo. She'll have to be punished later. Finally I found myself alone with good ol' Tits McGee. She stood in front of her desk with her arms crossed under her chest, heaving her massive milkers up. 'This is gonna be a fun chat' I thought to myself.

[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]