Out of the bus.

"Come on, let's go."

"Get off me, bro."

"Shit, I feel wasted."

The bus unloads, and I along with them. All the girls put their pants and skirts back on, and one girl unties her dress from her waist to let it fall back down over her thighs.

The morning sun hits me. I walk all the way to the other side of the campus to hit up my friends. We usually hang out by the library.

I tuck my phone back into my pocket and decide to take a quick restroom break. I head into the men's toilets to do the deed before washing up and heading out. I notice another bus arriving, and just like with mine, a group of bottomless girls deboard it, quickly sliding their pants up their legs as they reach the outside.

So far, things have unfolded humorously. But it's not enough.

I scan the area, and see two female teachers talking by a fence. Candidly I approach them.

"Hey there," I say. They look away from each other to me. One is a slender brunette, the other is a redhead with just the right curves. They are both relatively young-looking and already attractive, with the former in a neat pair of shirt and trousers, while the latter was in a fetching flower-patterned dress.

"Hello, " says the brunette.

You want to show us how well you could bark, I mentally send to her, letting the other woman notice the oddity of the action.

"Hey," the teacher suddenly says with a sly grin, looking at me then nudging her fellow teacher with the back of her hand. "Watch this."

She raises her hands to her mouth and bends them, which looks like she's trying to make an impression of a shrimp. Then she opens her mouth and barks, eyes closed in delight. "Arf! Arf arf arf!"

"Uh, Janet," the redheaded teacher watches on in confusion as the adult woman shows off her imagination. "What are you doing?"

"Arf, arf!" is Janet's only reply. Her friend studies her eyes for any sign of a joke, but finds none.

"Miss," I grab her attention. "What do you teach here?"

"Sexy time with Mrs. Hurst," she says dismissively, before turning back to Janet in concern. "Janet, why are you barking?"

"Because you haven't flashed your breasts at her yet," I say. Mrs. Hurst looks at me with a mirthful smile.

"Oh dang," she snaps a finger, "that's right! Thanks for the reminder, young man."

Pulling her neckline down along with her bra, Mrs. Hurst puts her breasts on display for her friend and fellow school teacher. I help her out by making her pivot her torso from side to side with my two hands. She gets the picture. I let her go while she wiggles her chest alone.

"Janet! Janet, hey!" she snaps a finger, then points to her D-cup breasts. "Over here! Look at my breasts, look at them jiggling!"

Finally, Janet does so. As she gets a good eyeful, her tongue retracts into her mouth and she stands normally once again. Clearing her throat, she says, "Anyways, as I was saying. The test scores were that bad?"

Mrs. Hurst nods, tucking her breasts back into her dress. "Very. These kids just don't know how to fuck me properly."

"Well, that's too bad." Janet looks on sympathetically, knowing the challenge in reining a teen's focus into anything other than screwing each other or making out in the hall. High schoolers simply had no sense of priority. Education was important too, after all.

I agree, ready to move on.

Educating myself with these powers is no small priority.