There is no escape

Jess was back in the safety of the bathroom. She will have to find a way through this.

Suzi was waiting for her outside the computer room, together with a large group of students. It seems the word has already gotten around about the busty first-year in see-through clothing in Mr Handsome's class. It was an absurd situation, with guys just staring at her like deer in headlights and her staring back, suddenly facing a large crowd. The number of smart glasses around her meant that she could as well open OnlyTits account at this point because recordings of her were going to circulate among the students now anyway.

All that was left was to just cover her boobs with her arms and run.

She managed to get outside the building when she was hit with a new notification across her glasses:

New Punishment!
I wouldn't be a good study coach if I allowed you to leave before your classes are done, would I?

For the next 12 hours, the speed at which the opacity of smart fabric decreases grows exponentially without masturbation. The speed resets after a minimum of 1 minute of sustained masturbation at the minimum baseline or higher.

Go back to your class, or your punishments will escalate.
Please enjoy feeling motivated.

People pursued her outside, then watched her stop and go hide in the bathroom. She was sure they were still waiting for her to come out and follow her to the class. Suzi had a different schedule, so she wouldn't be waiting around.

There were still about 15 minutes before the next class, and Jess was using her hand instead of the clit ring now. She found that it registered based on the speed of the movement of her hand, but the pressure she used had no effect, so her approach was to keep moving her fingers with as light a touch as possible.

Just waving her hand in front of her pussy didn't work; the app was able to measure the proximity of the ring on her ring hand to the ring on her clit. It also allowed her to finger herself without touching her clit, but that meant going quite fast and deep, which was far more intense than the light, fast flicking outside.

Toilet paper helped in removing the excess juices from her whole nether region. Hopefully, it will help with some of the smell too. Unfortunately, it was quite obvious that her body was hellbent on producing more and more juices.

Her clit worried her a bit; she played with it at times for even longer than this, but usually it didn't look this angry, red, swollen, and visibly throbbing, ready to burst. Either way, it was certain that she wasn't losing feeling in it because even the lightest touches of her fingers were causing tremors.

Watching the fabric become progressively less transparent was rewarding and made her feel like she could handle this; she just needed to find the right strategy to deal with everything.

With the opacity now at 81 %, she decided to leave for class earlier to have time to find a spot in the back of the room.

Her arms crossed over her chest covered her nipples, and the opacity wasn't low enough to get more than hints of her legs under the skirt. The thought of adding a jacket or more layers occurred to her, but she knew the system would adjust the opacity of each item to reach a constant overall look, so it would have no real effect.

As suspected, there was a large group waiting outside with their glasses and phones ready to record. Jess paid them no attention and went straight for the large lecture room. To her surprise, the room was already fuller than she ever remembered it. As a result, the only free seats were towards the front of the class.

It didn't take long, and the seats right next to her were taken by guys from higher years who didn't really belong there. They both started introducing themselves and chatting her up while their glasses were unmistakably recording the whole interaction. She just looked at them with distaste and thought about changing places, but with so little space in the rows, it would mean slowly squeezing herself in front of them, which would only serve to give them a close-up view.

When the old professor arrived, he looked confused and had to check if he was really in the correct room. Asking about why there were so many people only resulted in laughter.

Jess saw the fabric opacity go down again.

Just getting to the class and waiting for the lecture to start removed 7 %, dropping to 74 %. That was scarily fast, and she could confirm it was getting faster.

Her arms stayed crossed over her chest with her purse on her lap. Using a few quick gestures, Jess triggered a pattern that she designed in the bathroom. It would run her clit ring's vibration at two-thirds of the maximum power for 60 seconds, give her a 3-minute break, and repeat. This should keep the opacity stable.

Jess was maintaining an angry, annoyed expression. She could see half the class was turning towards her in regular intervals to check if they could see anything, and it took some time for them to start losing interest. Some of them even began leaving; however, at the same time, there were new people coming in. The professor still looked confused about the sudden popularity of his class, but he started to suspect it had something to do with the girl in the third row.

The class was an hour-long introduction to functional programming, and Jess was doing her best to focus on monoids in the category of endofunctors. She was determined to simply survive the class and go home. Her clit ring would run the 4-minute loop, and at the end she would switch to a longer stimulation in hopes of getting the opacity above 80 %. In the bathroom, she originally hoped to go above 90 %, but she didn't expect how fast the transparency increased just getting to the class.

In the second half of the class, Jess was no longer able to pay any real attention to higher-order functions and functional composition. One minute of stimulation with three-minute breaks might sound easy, but try edging yourself for three hours and then maintaining a vibrator wrapped around the most sensitive spot in regular intervals.

Her traitorous body learned to expect the vibrations now, and she could feel her clit increasing its pulsing even before the stimulation started. It felt like she was at the edge as soon as the vibrations started, and the whole minute was just fighting the orgasm that threatened to burst out of her.

Suzi was sending her messages to check on her, but she didn't have the mental energy to respond (or even read them properly).

When she checked on the guys sitting right next to her, they were just grinning. Apparently, she wasn't doing a good job of hiding her state, and the smell of her pussy was back in the air.

Her own mind was doing its best to convince her that having an orgasm in the middle of a class might actually be an excellent idea, especially since she didn't know for sure if it would affect her clothing. Maybe it would even set the opacity to 100 %, solving her issue.

Jess knew that if she came, she would be loud and everyone would know. At the same time, she was imagining how amazing it would feel and how weak she would be afterwards. The two guys sitting next to her could just have their way with her. They weren't that bad-looking after all, and she could envision their hard, large dicks ready to fill her with cum. There were so many guys in the room that her whole body could end up just covered in cum before they would let her finally go. It wouldn't matter then if her clothes are transparent. Some of the guys in the lecture room looked really sleezy but that didn't mean their cocks wouldn't feel nice inside of her. Instead of being put off, thinking of them touching her was making her feel kinky, and her pussy pulsed in agreement.

A new stimulation round woke her from her daydream. She shivered from the deluge of pleasure that assailed the core of her being. With a shock, she found out her purse was gone, replaced by each of the guys placing a hand right above her knees. Her legs must have come apart when she was lost in her fantasies, and the two of them were not letting go when she tried to close them back.

She could feel their hands move slowly higher, raising the hem of her skirt.

Instinctively, she let go of her chest to push their hands away. The guy on the left didn't budge, and the guy on the right did let go but took hold of her right hand instead. They were both happy to finally have a clear view of her chest with her large nipples on display.

She covered her breasts again with her left hand. Rather than fighting them, she needed to focus on getting through the minute. Her body was reacting to a fresh flood of adrenaline, which threatened to be the final straw that would tip her over.

When the vibration at last shut off and she could focus again, her right hand was still trapped, and her skirt was pushed up with her panties exposed. Her wet pussy and the nearly trimmed landing strip were clearly visible. Both her neighbours had their glasses on, and they were undoubtedly recording everything they saw.

The ring around the base of her pleasure button was shining, and together with the faux piercing, it drew attention to the engorged clitoris with its pulsing head, which poked out, freed from the constraints of the protective hood.

The guy holding her hand whispered so only the three of them heard: "Right now, only the two of us have the recording of you, but if you fight us, we make sure that the whole school has them before the class is even over."

Jess didn't know what to do. Her situation was going from bad to worse.

Interpreting her silence and lack of fight as a good enough response, the hand on her leg moved to stroke the inside of her thigh.

Others in their row started noticing that Jess seemed to allow them to touch her and began leaning forward to see what was happening.

She was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation when her clit started buzzing again. They noticed her shivering and saw her clitoris visibly vibrate.

The right man finally let go of her hand so he could touch it, but Jess used her freedom to terminate the program and elbowed him before he could reach his goal.

Even the other guy let go of her.

Her victory was short-lived because a 3-person group chat opened on her glasses with images. The pictures showed close-ups of her exposed breasts, a detailed view of her pussy, and even a looping short clip of her shaking in pleasure.

The photos then disappeared again in a few seconds; the chat was set to be temporary.

Jess didn't resist when they took hold of her arms and pushed her hands behind the small of her back. The awkward position made her push her chest forward with her hard nipples straining the transparent fabric.

The that she should have stayed with Mr Handsome run through her head. Maybe that would have counted as staying at school, and she would be enjoying that thick cock of his instead of allowing these two assholes to touch her.

Next, they removed her glasses and her smartwatch and put them into her purse, which turned out to be under one of their legs.

Jess didn't remember what the time was, and she had no idea how much time was left. She wouldn't be able to do anything but watch her clothing disappear.

Their hands were allowed to spread her legs apart and raise her skirt all the way. Jess watched them with wide eyes, contemplating just bolting out and then moving out of the country in shame.

Both hands started massaging her inner thighs.

The levels of shame she felt were unbearable.

No matter what she wanted to tell herself, after hours at the edge of orgasm, her body begged for their attention and more. Being exposed like this was making her feel both vulnerable and horny. It was like her fantasies; she had no choice in this, and they could do with her whatever they wanted.

The guys leaned forward to make it harder for others in the row to record her and looked forward as if they were paying attention to the lecture. The old professor made eye contact with Jess, and then his eyes went down to her chest before he simply continued.

A finger lightly touched her wet labia, making her shiver.

The guy on the right suddenly let go of her with an idea on his mind. He pulled out a new set of smart glasses from his bag; it was the brand students used as programming test devices. They quickly ended on Jess's face. Their display was black, effectively blinding her. It took just a moment until full-screen looping video snippets started playing.

Both hands returned to her thighs, and all she could see were recordings of her arousal in scenes from earlier in the class. Then there were all the close-ups of her exposed breasts and pussy. They even added a new video with her chest pushed forward and their fingers tracing her labia. Her whole pussy looked puffy and wet.

Jess didn't have the strength to close her eyes; she was fascinated with the unreal vision of herself.

Meanwhile, the fingers continued to explore her folds and even play with the device attached to her clitoris.

It continued only as light teasing. They seemed to have been satisfied with an apparent fascination in smearing her own juices over her pussy with a finger finding its way to the opening just to get more juices to play with.

Around her, Jess could hear the lecture continue, oblivious to her situation.

Things started changing when one of the guys began turning his focus on more insistent stroking across her clit while the other one aimed his attention at pushing his fingers deep inside of the traitorous vagina, which hungrily squeezed around them.

Jess was getting antsy, and her shivering served only to embolden them. They spread her legs further apart and made her push her pelvis forward to allow even easier access to her excitable pussy.

The videos of her hungry beaver exposed at the edge of the seat quickly arrived in the loop she was watching.

Anyone watching the recording would see only a horny slut who's enjoying everything that's happening to her.

Instead of wanting to run, what she saw made her accept her situation, and her body relaxed. There was nothing she could do. She could not fight them, and her body wanted this. She had no control, and she welcomed them to make her finally cum right there in the middle of the classroom full of men. Men who wanted to fuck her anyway, and with her mind in a haze of lust, she would let them.

There was only so much she could control her desperate moans.

Jess was getting lost in the sea of pleasure; her body was tense and ready to finally explode.

Then it all abruptly ended. She felt the glasses taken away, and her purse was put back to cover her exposed body with her pelvis still pushed forward.

Her mind was dazed. The class ended, both of the guys gone. They each squeezed her tits goodbye, and then they disappeared.

People were turning towards her and quickly moving closer to have a better look.

Jess bolted up, covering her chest and letting her skirt fall.

Where will Jess go back?

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