Testing the limits of your power

You walk with your sister to class, still reeling from what you were capable of. Not only had you been able to manipulate your bully with reverse psychology, but all of the onlookers as well. At the time, you had done it in the heat of the moment, but you want to know more about it.

In order to test it, you turned to your sister, and try a simple demand. "Hey Dana, I do not want you to give me your phone."

She raises an eyebrow at this non-sequitur. "Ok, I won't"

You blink in surprise. You wonder if you had lost your abilities. As you ponder this, you don't look where you are going and bump into a girl standing in the middle of the hall, going through her purse. You vaguely recognize her as someone who used to make fun of you, but there are so many who do that, you don't remember her name.

Despite you wan liking into her barely being an impact, she turns and yells "Watch where you're going you freak!"

"Sorry" you say, then add "Could you please move out of the way?"

She rolls her eyes "Shut up. I'm doing shit"

You then ask "Ok... don't move out of the way."

"I told you to shut up. God, why don't you just go die and leave me alone."

Annoyed at her overreaction, as well as your own inability to control her, you respond without thinking "Oh, go fuck yourself."

She rolls her eyes. "Jokes on you. I'm going to stop masturbating, just to show you up." She then turns to go with a satisfied look on her face."

You stare dumbfounded, while your sister says "Damn, what a bitch. Sorry she did that to you."

"It's... ok..." you say, trying to process what this meant. You has told her to fuck herself, so she had declared she'd do the exact opposite.

You then turn to your sister and test again. "But really, don't give me your phone."

"Ok, I won't. Why do you keep saying that?"

You then shout back at the girl who is nearly out of view. "By the way, don't pull down your pants!"

Without looking, she stops and undoes her belt before shimmying out of her jeans, wiggling her hips to get them off. Her blue panties ar soon displayed, hanging on to dear life as her large ass cheeks try to break free. She then gives you a middle finger from behind and walks out of sight with her pants around her ankles.

Dana sighs. "Maybe you should stop provoking them. I mean, it's just putting a target on your back."

You're not listening though. You consider which orders were reversed and which were obeyed. You hadn't been able to make that girl move out of the way with your reverse psychology, but you had managed to make her celibate and take off her pants.

'Perhaps your power only worked if it was sexual?' you think.

Once again, without thinking, you turn to your sister. "Hey, don't take your top off."

Her eyes widen. "What the fuck? Why would you say that?"

Your face turns beet red. "Wait... I... was just joking... uh..."

"Somethings wrong with you. I know Dana was awful to you, but this was totally wrong. Are you feeling ok?"

"Uh... well..."

Fortunately, you are saved as you arrive at your class just in time. Your sister says "We'll talk about this later"

"Ok... sounds good" you respond, happy for the out.

Of course, you would probably have been even more pleased if it had been any other class. Unfortunatly, this was History class, taught by Mrs Flowers. You had never had a more unpleasant teacher. The 30 year old, dressed in black jeans and blue blouse which strained under what was undoubtably a large bust hidden within. She had large black glasses, perhaps to make herself look more mature, though had a face that seemed to be 10 years younger.

She looks up to you and your sister as you enter.

"You are both late."

Dana responds, "what are you talking about? We're both here a 10 on the dot."

"You are ten seconds late Ms Doe, and you will be staying after class to discuss that little outburst."

She pouted at the unfairness of this, but didn't say anything. Clearly Ms Flower was in one of her moods again, and wanted any excuse to vent it to her students.

As you both sit down, Ms Flower glares at the class.

"I wanted to tell you all how disappointed I have been with you lately. The grades on your last test have been absolutely dreadful. If you had been at Carlton, you all would have been expelled by now."

You internally groan. Ms Flower loved talking about the school she used to work at, and how much of a step down the class was from there. Never mind that Carlton was a private school anyway, and we were just public school normies. Plus, had the stuff on the last test was stuff she barely even went over in class, and she expected them to be experts.

She went on, "Not to mention your disruptive behavior, in and outside of class. I've seen some of you swearing in the halls, or wearing provocative attire. None of this is appropriate for a school setting. You are all without doubt the worst class I have ever taught."

You roll your eyes. Ms Flower said this almost every day.

Unfortunatly, this little gesture did not go unnoticed by your instructor.

"Mr Doe! You have something to say?"

You feel your heart sink, as you feel the classes attention on you.

"No, I don't have anything to say"

"Oh I think you do. First you disrespect the entire class by being late, and then you roll your eyes at me. And you even lie about it."

"I'm sorry" you murmur. You are becoming more and more sensitive to everyones gaze, and want it to stop. "C-could we do this after class?" you ask, hoping to stop the onlookers.

"No. You all need to see this" she says to the class. "He's just a microcosm of what you've all been like this year. Of course, I doubt you even know what the word 'microcosm' means" she explains, muttering the last part. "Clearly you all need an example of what will happen if this continues."

Your heart is racing. You are sure she is going to do something horrible to you to scare everyone. With her in the mood she's in, you fear that the school rules won't protect you from whatever it is.

In a panic, you think to the power you have, it being your only way out. You're not sure if it will work though, and if you're wrong you'll be in an entirely different level of trouble.

Risking it all you say "I'll do better next time. Please don't show me your tits."

There is a pause that seems to go on for an eternity. In that moment you are confident that you're going to get expelled.

Then she says "You should have thought of that before spending half the semester disrespecting my authority."

Astonished, you see her tug on her blouse in anger, popping the buttons off and scattering them to the ground. Underneath, you see a strained black bra, designed to hide just endowed she really is.

Without ever breaking eye contact, she then reaches back to unclasp her straps. A moment later, her boobs spill out from their prison. You are awestruck at how round and firm they look, yet soft enough to jiggle. She must have been on the far side of a DD cup, if not larger. You feel you dick tingling.

Standing topless in front of the class, she looks around to the other students. "Don't think this is just about John. I want all of you to take a good long look at my hooters!" she says, and deliberately jiggles her jugs to emphasize.

The rest of the class looked upset. However, it wasn't from the awkwardness of their half-naked teacher. Rather, since her reverse-psychology-fueled punishment had been to the entire class, they were all reacting as if it were one.

"Way to go dumb ass" an athletic student murmured behind you.

"Which one of you said that!?" she shouted.

The one who had spoken pointed to you in order to shift the blame. Mrs Flower marched to you, stomping her feet and jiggling her breasts each step.

"Clearly this isn't sinking in. I said LOOK."

With that, she grabbed your head, and pulled it right into her cleavage. You can barely breath as you are sandwiched between the two mounds.

"Do I have your attention now, or do you need to suck on them too?" she demanded.

"Mmmmpphhh mmmm"

"What was that?" she asks.

You pull back and take a breath as blood rushes to your head, along with your member.

Looking her in the eyes you say "you have my attention."

"Clearly not. Youre looking at my eyes, but my titts are down here!" she yelled.

"Sorry" you say, using all your willpower to resist grinning. You ogle her without shame. The perfect roundness, the nipples that looked like they could cut glass. You never imagined that your most hated teacher was hiding this body.

Satisfied, she returns to the front of the class, though does so walking backwards so everyone can keep an eye on her breasts.

"Now then, if there are no more interruptions, we will begin."

She started her presentation, as her slides appeared in front of the class. As usual, she had jumped to a new history topic that had nothing to do with what you had been studying.

However, you are not quite done, and raise your hand.

Normally, she would have ignored questions. However, you were annoying her, and she snapped at you "what is it now?!"

Grinning, you ask your question...