Mia - The shy, nerdy girl from your biology class

You enter your biology classroom with newfound confidence. The usual sea of faces turns toward you, but you barely notice them. Your attention is fixed on Mia, sitting alone at her usual desk near the back.

As you approach, you notice her fidgeting with the hem of her oversized sweater. It's her armor, the layer of fabric that hides her curves from prying eyes. But today, you've decided to change that.

"Hey Mia," you say casually, dropping into the seat beside her.

She startles, her eyes wide behind thick-framed glasses. "Oh, h-hi," she stammers, clearly surprised by your attention.

You lean in, pretending to look at her notes. "Mind if I copy your homework real quick?" you ask, already reaching for her binder.

As your fingers brush against hers, you feel the familiar tingle of your power activating. Mia gasps, her body stiffening in her seat.

"W-what are you doing?" she asks, but there's curiosity mixed with her fear.

"Nothing much," you reply innocently, trailing your fingers up her arm to her shoulder.

Mia tries to pull away, but your power is already taking hold. A nervous giggle escapes her lips, quickly turning into full-blown laughter as you find a ticklish spot just beneath her ear.

The rest of the class begins to notice, but instead of intervening, they simply watch with amusement. Some pull out phones to record, while others call out suggestions.

"Get her belly!" someone shouts from the back row.

Your eyes lock onto Mia's midsection, currently hidden beneath layers of clothing. The thought of exposing her soft, chubby belly to the class sends a thrill through you.

Without hesitation, you grab the hem of Mia's sweater and pull it up. She squeals in protest, but her laughter drowns out any real resistance. In one fluid motion, you lift her sweater and the tank top underneath, revealing the rounded belly she's worked so hard to hide.

The class erupts in laughter and catcalls. Mia's face burns with shame, but she can't stop giggling as your fingers dance across her exposed skin.

"Look at that pudge," someone comments, snapping photos with their phone.

You take your time exploring Mia's soft belly. It jiggles with each touch, the fat yielding easily to your probing fingers. When you press deeply into her flesh, Mia lets out a sound that's half gasp, half whimper.

Encouraged by the class's reaction, you decide to take things further. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of Mia's leggings, you start to pull them down.

"No, wait," Mia manages to say between giggles, but it's too late.

Her leggings come down easily, revealing plain white panties stretched over her round belly. The contrast between her pale skin and the bright white fabric is striking, and the class responds with whistles and applause.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you whisper in Mia's ear as she writhes beneath you.

Her only response is another burst of laughter as your fingers find their way beneath her underwear.

The classroom has devolved into chaos, with students gathered around to watch the show. Mia's protests have become nothing more than breathless giggles and moans of embarrassment. Her belly quivers with each touch, and you can't help but wonder how far this will go.

You circle Mia's belly button with one finger, watching her whole body jerk in response. Her laughter is uncontrollable now, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to curl away from your touch.

“Tickle her boobs too!” someone calls out, and the suggestion is met with enthusiastic agreement from the class.

Without hesitation, you reach up to Mia's chest. She tries to bat your hands away, but her movements are slow and uncoordinated from laughter. You easily unhook her bra, letting it fall away to reveal surprisingly large breasts.

The class goes wild, cheering and chanting your name as you begin to explore Mia's newly exposed assets. Her nipples harden almost immediately, responding to both your touch and the cool classroom air.

Mia's giggles turn breathy as you tease her nipples, rolling them between your fingers. Her belly continues to jiggle with each laugh, drawing more attention to the very thing she's tried to hide for so long.

“You like this, don't you?” you murmur, pinching a nipple lightly.

Mia can't form a coherent response, lost in a haze of embarrassment and unexpected pleasure. Her body betrays her, responding eagerly to every touch even as her face burns with shame.

Encouraged by her reactions and the crowd's enthusiasm, you decide to push further. Leaning down, you take one of Mia's nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened nub.

The reaction is immediate and intense. Mia arches off the desk, her belly quivering wildly as she lets out a sound that's somewhere between a moan and a squeal. The class responds with applause and wolf whistles, clearly enjoying the show.

“You're so sensitive,” you comment, switching to her other nipple while your hand continues to explore her belly.

Mia nods frantically, unable to speak through her giggles. Her body is a mess of conflicting sensations - the humiliation of being exposed in front of her classmates, the unexpected pleasure of your touch, and the overwhelming ticklishness that seems to amplify everything else.

As you continue your **** on her senses, you realize that Mia's panties are noticeably wetter than before. The knowledge that she's turned on by this public humiliation sends a surge of arousal through you.

With renewed enthusiasm, you return your attention to Mia's belly, kneading the soft flesh while your mouth works her nipples. Her responses grow more frantic, her breath coming in short gasps between bursts of laughter.

“Are you going to come from this?” you ask, nipping gently at her breast.

Mia's only response is a strangled moan. Her hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against your hand. You oblige, slipping your fingers beneath her sodden panties to find her clit.

The class has fallen silent now, watching with rapt attention as Mia reaches her peak. Her belly quivers and jiggles with each spasm, her large breasts bouncing with her movements.

When she finally comes, it's with a sound that's raw and unguarded - a mix of laughter, embarrassment, and pure pleasure. Her body convulses against you, caught between the ticklish sensations and the waves of orgasm.

As Mia collapses back onto the desk, panting and trembling, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Who knew that shy, nerdy Mia would turn out to be such a responsive lover?