Walk to class with Nakamura

"Well Nakamura-chan, I think it's time for class. You done sucking that nipple?"

She doesn't answer.

"You can talk now."

"I don't wanna stop. I'd actually rather skip class and stay here with you." Her left hand slides down her pants and starts rubbing herself.

"You like it when I play with your body?"

"Do whatever you want to me, John."

She's turned on by the situation now, as she chose. You, on the other hand, are starting to tire of her. "Let's walk to class. Try to behave. Don't worry, I'm not done using my power over you yet."

"mmmmm good," she moans and rolls her torso forward, thrusting her pelvis as she touches herself.

A few minutes later, the two of you are crossing the campus towards class, her brand new huge tits on display for everyone you pass. A couple freshman girls pass by, one frowning and the other shaking her head. Disapproving of their disapproval, you ask them, "Ladies, would you rather grow huge tits like Nakamura here or keep the titties you have now but have them automatically rip apart any clothes you try to cover them up with?"

At hearing your perverse question, their frowns grow. The first girl to answer, a ratty-haired brunette wearing an overs-sized school t-shirt and yoga pants like she just got out of bed, says, "huge tits I guess," and now her frown isn't the only thing growing. Her shirt starts ripping as her tits reach D cup. The shirt falls to pieces as her friend answers your question.

"Damn, perv, you got me, I definitely don't want any monster boobs, so I'll go with the shirt thing." The skinny blonde's B cup titties seem to actually jiggle around inside her tank top and bra, and shreds of the clothes fly out in all directions, a little bit of pink polyester hitting you in the face. She drops her books as she tries to cover her exposed chest, and you and Nakamura keep walking.

Approaching the classroom a few minutes later, you start to wonder how class will go. There's no way Nakamura's students are gonna just sit there and have class like nothing's different. The tits and ass can be explained away by modern science: implants can give even the skinniest, flattest of Asian chicks curves rounder than the jiggliest African ass in the world. It's the tattered clothes and lewd behavior people won't just explain away, and you don't want to scare the class off before you have a chance to have some fun with them!

As if a guardian angel were waiting to cater to your every imagined whim, the door on your right, the entrance to the classroom across the hall from Nakamura's, swings open, and out walk three professors in long, white lab coats. Their conversation about the morning's experiments halts abruptly when they spot Nakamura's balloon breasts dominating their view. As you scramble to invent the right question, you watch the scientist ogle her.

The first is an old white-haired man you are pretty sure teaches chemistry. He's basically glaring, his head craned slightly forward, his mouth slowly falling to the ground as his eyebrows rise to the ceiling. You get it, these tits are kind of unbelievable. The second is a middle-aged man with a greying beard is grinning at Nakamura, but looks more like he's about to laugh than pop a boner. Finally, the woman of the group, a slender young doctoral student with a body not too different from Nakamura's old shape, suddenly looks upset. She's not feeling this brazen, hypersexualized nudity. You know just what to ask.

"Excuse me, professors, I understand this is kind of shocking, but I am trying to help Ms. Nakamura here get covered up. Would you rather help her by placing your hands on her bare titties and playing with them until she orgasms, or help her by giving her your lab coat?"

"Ha!" The first professor shouts at the ridiculous question and grabs ahold of Nakamura's boobs. He rolls them around and squeezes them for mere seconds before Nakamura starts bending at the knees and moaning. He closes his eyes and smiles in delight. Then Nakamura loses it.

"Aaaaaaaiii...aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii...mmmmmmMMMMM NOOOOOOOO" and she collapses to the floor. Thanks to her earlier choice of sensitivity, she can orgasm almost immediately even just by being groped by a random perv. You wonder how a cheap, itchy lab coat will feel when her pretty brown nipples rub against it.

The second professor speaks up next, "K well that was absurd, but I'm picking the same thing. Girl, these lab coats cost forty bucks!" He reaches for Nakamura's hand and helps her up from the ground. As she rises, he grabs ahold of her tit with his other hand, and she falls right back onto the ground, pulling him down on top of her. "Honey I don't swing that way you get it?" But even as he declares his homosexuality, he palms her her tits, rubbing her nipples and sending her into a screaming fit, writhing around underneath him. She slaps the tiled hallway floor a few times as she bucks her pelvis underneath him and launches him to the side when she finally orgasms.

Her tits are so big you could actually grab onto them and help her to her feet without ever even taking her hand, maybe even just by the nipples, but you're pretty sure she'd squirm and cum her way right back down. Instead, you take her hand and cup her ass as she rises back to her feet.

"Ew. Here." The female professor simply hands Nakamura her lab coat, and hurries past while Nakamura puts it on. Just as you'd hoped, this slender young woman's lab coat is too small for Nakamura. She manages to button it once, right underneath her tits, and it pushes her boobs together as they strain against it, showing some really incredible cleavage. Her nipples make little bumps in the fabric, which is thin enough that you can just make out the dark brown circles of her aereolae.

"Okay Nakamura, looking good. We're almost ready for class, but first, I need to ask you some questions about your syllabus..."