The Next day

“…And that’s why I absolutely loved having the opportunity to smell my parents…Ass’s last night.” Lucy declared with a look of discomfort. It was fairly obvious to everyone present that she was just trying to put on a brave face and approach the behavior homework with a positive attitude to prevent further punishments.

“Well, thank you for that very informative presentation, Lucy.” Tits McGee said, jiggling her massive jugs. “I, for one, would mark that as an “A”. Now, moving on…”

“One second, Tits McGee,” Interrupted Michael, “I didn’t hear Lucy mention anything about her father's feet in that presentation.”

Once again, Lucy’s face fell, tears beginning to stream down her face. “I’m…I’m sorry…it slipped my mind. I didn’t mean to forget! I tried really hard.”

Michael flashes a knowing grin. “I’m sure you did Lucy, and in consideration for how much effort you put into the rest of the homework, I’m willing to be lenient.”

"That's very generous of you, Michael," Tits McGee said, lifting her massive breasts with her hands to demonstrate her approval. "I think we can all learn a thing or two from your understanding and open-mindedness."

“Slow down there, Tits McGee. I said lenient, not off the hook. But, in the interest of not interrupting your lessons another day, we can have an after school session to discuss her failings.”

“Thank you Michael,” Tits McGee said, turning back to the white board. “We’ll be continuing our lesson on vocabulary.” She wrote the phrase “the milk factory” on the board. “Now, although they don’t currently produce milk, the milk factory is another good term for my tits…”

Michael grinned as his teacher continued to lecture about nicknames and vocabulary words for her breasts.

He turned to his left, where “flat Mindy” sat. Sadly for Mindy, a few months ago the other girls in the school found out she stuffed her bra, and she’d been saddled with the nickname Flat Mindy ever since. Otherwise, she was a small, mousy, nerdy girl, with brown hair and brown eyes, although cute in that girl next door way. Michael had decreed that every day, several other girls in the class needed to give Mindy their underwear for her to stuff in her bra, giving her the appearance of a very large chest.

Michael leaned over and whispered to her, “Hey, Mindy, hows the uniform treating you?”

She responded very meekly. “Oh, ummm…its been fine. Th-Thank you for making the change.”

After making Stella the school nudist and forcing Lucy to wear shoes on her hands, Mindy was quick to treat him with the utmost respect to prevent a similar fate.

Michael grinned, an idea forming in his head. “That’s great. You know, you’ve handled the uniform really well these last few days. No complaints. I’m thinking you’ve earned a reward. Hell, you probably don’t even need the uniform anymore, if you don’t want it.”

Despite herself, Mindy found herself grinning back at him. “Really Michael? You mean that? I’d really appreciate it.”

“Of course. I just need you to meet me after class when Tits McGee and I are done with Lucy and we’ll get everything finalized.”

“AHEM.” Tits McGee cleared her throat, looking at the two students disapprovingly. “Just once, Michael, I’d like to get through class without you being disrupting. And you, Mindy. I expect more from you. These vocabulary words WILL be on the midterm, and I won’t make special arrangements for students who don’t put in the initial effort.”

“Sorry, Tits McGee. I was just handling some FUI business. I promise it won’t happen again, and your slutbags have the full attention of Mindy and I for the rest of class.”

“Good, thank you Michael. And thank you for that advanced vocab word. Class, lets try “slutbags”. Who can use it in a sentence?”

The rest of the class passed uneventfully, assuming you consider the teacher speaking at length about her tits while her chest is exposed uneventful. After Tits 101, Michael had a free period, so he decided to check up on a few of the other changes he’d made through his FMB/FUI authority.

He headed to the office of the gym teacher, Ms. Manko. Stepping into her office he smiled condescendingly and greeted her. “Hey Ms. Cunt, hows preparation for health class coming?”

The tall blond goddess of a teacher blushed and looked down. Ms. Manko was fairly young and fit, and very obviously worked out. Her chest was no where near as large as Tits McGee but she had a cute flat stomach and an ass that was to die for, and short auburn hair.

“Michael…are you sure we have to change my name to Ms. Cunt?

“We talked about this Ms. Cunt. Manko is Japanese slang for your privates, and we want to be accommodating for students who only speak English.” Michael replied, doing his best to hold back his laughter. Prior to a few days ago, Ms. Cunt had been a pretty self-righteous lesbian and feminist. Now though, instead of her normal health and human sexuality class, Michael had slightly modified the curriculum.

“If you say so…” She looked crestfallen. “I’m just about done preparing for the class. Here, take a look at the slides.” She turns her computer monitor so Michael can see. A slideshow presentation is up on the screen, entitled “Nu-Feminism theory: A woman’s true place”. As she flips through the slides, he sees that each one describes the “place” of woman, from a more misogynistic viewpoint. Slides such as “pleasing your man”, “lesbian shows: only if your man asks it” and “speak when spoken too” among others flash across the screen. Each successive slide makes Ms. Cunts face grow redder and redder with embarrassment, as her feminist ideals wage an internal war with the new rules Michael had set for her curriculum.

“Looks great, Ms. Cunt. Remember, really focus on how women need a man to serve. Back it up with science, I’m sure you can find plenty of research.”

Satisfied, Michael headed out to his next class. The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully. After school, he headed to Tits McGee’s room to meet up with Lucy for her after school conference. He swaggered into the classroom, glad to see her parents had gotten his message about the parent/teacher conference he requested.

“Hey there slut.” He sauntered over to Lucy’s mom and grabbed a handful of her generous ass, squeezing it roughly. “Damn, is this the cake lucy had her nose in? If I’d have known it was this nice, I’d have made her punishment homework worse.”

Lucy’s mom giggled and pushed her bottom back into his hand. “Thank you, Michael, for taking such an interest in our Lucy’s academic needs. We really appreciate the extra effort you’re putting into making sure she’s a top students.”

New rule: All parents of students who have received orders from the FUI/FBM consider every action he performs to be acceptable and a privilege for them and their child. Those actions are considered to be in the best interest of the students academic future, and will be encouraged.

Lucy walked in and immediately balked at seeing Michael molesting her mother’s ass. “I wish you wouldn’t allow that mom.”

“Now Lucy, if Michael thinks grabbing a handful of my cake is whats best for you, then I’m going to encourage it. After all, you’re in the running for valedictorian.” Her mother replied, continuing to grind her ass into Michael’s hand.

Tits McGee spoke up. “I just want to say that Lucy is doing wonderfully in Tits 101. Her essay on knocking my funbags around and watching them sway, and milking me like a dairy cow was the in the running for the best in the class. Oh, and Michael, would you like to motorboat my slutmelons?”

“Maybe when we’re done here. And thanks for your input. But we’re not here to focus on Lucy’s many outstanding qualities. No, today we have to discuss her failings with the FBM homework over the last two days.” Michael paused, letting the words sink in. Lucy’s face fell and her parents both had a sheepish look on their faces.

“Well…Michael, we can promise you that we did our best with her homework. My husband and I were very supportive and helped her with it. Her nose was so far up my ass it was practically in my small intestine, and I ate those foods you recommended to ensure she got the full experience!” Lucy’s mom struggled to hold eye contact.

“I understand that, and I agree. She did an absolutely wonderful job on her report and essay about being neck deep in your asshole was superb. The part where she said she’d have trouble going back to normal air after enjoying your sweaty fartbox was just chef’s kiss.”

Michael couldn’t help but laugh at the look of pride on Lucy’s mom’s face.

“No, failure was the original homework. She didn’t smell her dad’s feet at all last night, did she?”

Looking crestfallen, Lucy’s dad stuttered, “N….no she didn’t. it…must have slipped our minds.”

“Exactly.” Michael replied sternly. “Now to start off, I believe we’ve discussed a standard punishment for Lucy when she fails an assignment?”

Looking determined, Lucy’s mom strives over and grabs her daughter, pulling her across her lap, flips up her skirt, and yanks her panties down. “

*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* LUCY! YOU’RE SUCH A DUMB SLUT! *SMACK* WHY *SMACK* CAN’T *SMACK* YOU *SMACK* DO *SMACK* YOU’RE *SMACK* HOMEWORK!” Lucy’s mom was panting with effort by the time she had administered the 10 hard spanks. Lucy was wiggling, red-faced, fighting back tears by the end of the spanking session. Rubbing her bottom, she stood up and straightened her skirt.

“Is…*sniff*…is that it? Am I good now?” Lucy said.

“Not quite. See, I think I’ve figured out the real reason you’ve been struggling with your homework recently.” Michael replied, then paused for dramatic effect.

“Don’t keep us waiting!” Lucy’s mom said excitedly. “We’ll do anything to help our Lucy achieve her potential.”

“OK, well, I’m fairly certain that the reason she’s been distracted recently is because of…well…boys.”

“Boys…?” Lucy looked confused.

“Yes, Lucy. I’m fairly certain you’ve been letting your studies falter because you’ve been thinking too much about boys and being in a relationship. Fortunately, I have some ideas on how to fix it.”

New rule: The FUI/FBM also has the title of School Relationship Advisor. They are able to make recommendations about any relationships for students, faculty, and their families, to include dating and marriage. These recommendations can include who/what they date, the nature of the relationship, and how the participants in the relationship act towards one another. These recommendations will be instituted with the same enthusiasm as other rulings the FUI/FBM makes.

“We just need to give Lucy a boyfriend!” Michael smiled an evil grin and gestured at Lucy’s father who stood up and dropped his pants. He had on no underwear, however there was something covering his manhood. An old, yellowing, crusty sock. “This is my old… “happy sock”. I no longer need it of course, so I figured I’d put it to good use. You can call it Mike Sock.”

He motioned to Lucy’s father again, who pulled the sock off his cock and handed it to Lucy.

“Go on, give it some personality. Draw a little face on it.” Michael laughed.

Holding the sock gingerly, Lucy looked at Michael confused. “Draw a face? Mike sock? What? I don’t understand at all…”

Michael let out an overly dramatic sigh as if he was disappointed in her lack of understanding. “I’ll spell it out for you then. That sock is now your boyfriend, your significant other. You’ll be wearing it on your right hand at all times. I expect you to give it a little personality and use it as a sort of sock puppet. As a good girlfriend you’ll, of course, ask Mike sock’s opinion on everything you two do together, and strive to please him at all times.”

“I…What?” Lucy asked, even as she pulled the sweaty gym sock off her right hand and replaced it with the crusty cum sock. “Eww…why is it moist?”

“Oh yea, I had your dad finish in it a few times today while he was waiting for this meeting. We need to make sure that it keeps its crustiness. So that’s part of your homework. Every night, you’re gonna have your dad put this over his cock and get him off 4 times. But I’ll be lenient. Since you have Mike sock, you don’t need to wear any dirty gym socks on your hands anymore. So your left hand will be free.”

“Ugh…” Lucy grimaced, although she also had a look of relief in her eyes. One sock, even a disgusting cum sock, was better than her previous situation. “If…if you say so Michael.” She picked a permanent marker off of Tits McGees desk and started drawing a crude face on the sock. “What do you mean by boyfriend and personality?”

“Simply do what I said earlier. You’re going to use that cum sock as a sock puppet at all times. And that puppet is gonna be your boyfriend. We’re gonna flesh out his personality here and part of your FBM homework is going to be making sure he acts appropriately at all times.” Michael said.

“And that’s going to help Lucy’s grades?” Her mother asked.

“Of course! I firmly believe that her biggest issue right now is she’s focusing too much on boys in school. Once she has a steady boyfriend, she can focus on her studies.” Michael replied, grinning.

“Oh that makes perfect sense!” Her father announced. “What do we need to do?”

“Lets start slowly. Lucy, can you please give us a little show of how Mike Sock is going to act, and then we’ll start fleshing out the personality.”

“yes Michael.” Lucy holds up her hand, and in a faux masculine voice says “Hi, I’m Mike sock.” She looked down, embarrassed. “This feels really weird.”

“If it helps, I’ll make this an FBM assignment. You will act out that puppet as a boyfriend. I want you to compartmentalize it so even you’re surprised by what he says and does. Let’s lay down some personality traits for him too. First, he’s a bit of a horndog, so you’ll have to keep him satisfied. He’s handsy, and a bit crude, but that’s just his way of showing affection. He’s also sort of an alpha, so he’ll be the man of the house from now on, and need the master bedroom.

Lucy’s mom nodded. “We’ll get all his stuff out of the bedroom to make space for Mike Sock. And if I need to have a threesome with him and my daughter to help Lucy’s grades, I’m more than willing too.”

Lucy’s dad nodded. “I’m ready to keep Michael sock nice and crusty, and giving up my place as man of the house to my daughters new boyfriend is a small price to pay for her future.

“Go on Lucy, lets hear Michael Sock’s opinion.”

Looking around nervously, Lucy held up her sock puppet hand and did a crude voice for him “Hey slut, give your new BF some sugar.” As the words almost involuntarily escaped her mouth, she looked surprised.

“Go on, give your new boyfriend a nice deep kiss with tongue.” Michael said

Slowly, Lucy brought the sock to her face and kissed it, cringing a bit from the feel of the disgusting sock mushed against her mouth.

“Now Lucy, remember, you’re going to need to keep Mike Sock happy. I wouldn’t want him to break up with you, and put you back in a position for bad grades.” Michael looks over to Lucy’s mom. “And if she’s not doing what she needs to to keep him happy, I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t hit on you a bit, so be prepared to step in. Now why don’t the three of you go out and get to know each other better.”

All three thanked Michael as they left. He then turned to Mindy who had been watching with a mixture of horror and fascination in the corner. “Come on over Mindy, we need to discuss your situation. Tits McGee, just so you’re aware, I’ve lifted the previous FUI requirements that Mindy had, and I plan on rewarding her for being so supportive of my authority. Mindy, What is your actual cup size?”

“Umm…34AA…” She mumbled clearly embarrassed.

“How about you take off your top and show us.”

Mindy self-consciously removed her top, revealing the smallest nubs of breasts Michael had ever seen. The nipples themselves rose off her chest more than the actual breast did. However, she wasn’t unattractive. Her nerdy and shy demeanor fit her small curves quite well, and she’d be pretty attractive if she had self-confidence, or at least Michael thought so.

“I don’t think you should be embarrassed about your looks Mindy. Not everyone can be as stacked as Tits McGee and her milkers over here.” As he spoke, Tits MCGee jiggled her prodigious hooters. “But I understand where your embarrassment is coming from. So, I’m going to help you combat it. I think if you present a little more masculine, more like a tomboy, you won’t have to worry about your bust size. So from now on, stick to shirts that are like tank tops or muscle shirts. No bras. The looser the shirt the better.

He looked over at the two woman. Tits McGee with her enormous K-cups, and Mindy with her flat AA cup, but both attractive in their own way. “You know, I just had an idea. You two should be a couple.”

“Excuse me? I’m married!” Tits McGee had a look of outrage on her face.

“I know, and I’m invoking my authority as the Relationship advisor to put your marriage on hold. Mindy here needs a reward for being so polite about my authority, and I feel like you’re the perfect thing.” As he spoke Michaels grin grew bigger. “Mindy, you don’t stuff your bra anymore, but as soon as we’re done here, your new girlfriend here is going to take you out to an adult store and get you a few of those strapons that are good for all day use. The ones you can inflate…packers I think they’re called. That’s your new uniform, under your clothes.” Michael walked over and slapped Tits McGees ass, before groping her tits and motorboating them. “I expect you to take advantage of having this hot piece of ass available to you 24/7.”

“Umm…if…if you say so Michael. But, what about my parents?”

“I’ll talk to them, and your husband, Tits McGee. Now, your FBM homework for tonight Mindy, is to rail your new girlfriend here. You need to dominate her in the bedroom, understand?

“Yes, Michael…”