Big Tiddy Problems

Ms. Lia gets my attention first, of course. The modify buttons are inviting, but first I scan for any new options among the old. It’s hard to not stop over the G-cup chest: seeing her clothes fail her even more as they spill out from spontaneous growth is tempting as Hell. The new options, meanwhile, mostly seem beyond my reach:

Holds tutoring for User whenever User wants: 30 gems.
Gives head to every student in her detention sessions: 40 gems.
Makes out with students when they volunteer to answer a question: 50 gems.

Tapping the modify keys on my existing purchases yields interesting alternatives, some of which don't seem to be available on their own. Most of the modifications would fuss with the combo in a way that wasn’t worth a gem to explore... all except the ones for her speech restriction:

Must answer honestly and completely when asked any personal questions.
Any attempt to discuss literature always becomes unnecessarily sexual.
Talking about sex in any way arouses her.

For a gem, that first modification would mean I never get to hear her stumble about how her tits look on a given day... but it also means I can just ask. Given the private minutes I’m about to have with her before the others show up, it seems fitting to try this out.

It’s only after I already make the purchase that I remember I had that conditioning add-on, but my worries are quickly relieved: she’ll still twist her nipples when she resists, only now it’ll be when she tries to not answer my questions. To make sure this works flawlessly, I turn on all awareness options for it: now no one will find her forthcoming nature normal, least of all her. I've still got 28 gems and a whole school to consider... but alas, titty-temptation proves too strong.

Ms. Lia sits at her desk in an exhausted daze. It doesn't bode well for her, given that the first class hadn't even walked in yet, but then the entire day doesn't bode well: she is sick or deranged in a way she can't quite understand and now all administrative eyes were upon her. Why was she still here, then? Because she has to be, she tells herself; it's as much as the app permits her to think of it. She tugs at the hem of her plunge bra as she feels discomfort in her chest... but the discomfort grows, and grows, and grows until she's left staring down at her massive breasts now bursting out of her crap bra as they grow before her eyes.

This is normal... or at least, she isn't aware of how abnormal it truly is. Did she gain this much weight just from yesterday's binging? Lactating periodically had drained her of calories and left her feeling starved even now, so she thought the caloric intake would balance itself out. Was it the hormones behind the lactation, then? She could feel the absorbent pads, once aligned with her ever-hard nipples, slip away as her areolas rose like red suns over the horizon of her bra cups. Before she could save them, her nipples escape their prison cells; the first warning streams of beige-white from the area around them were now drowned out by the veritable spouts of motherly milk. She learned her lesson from yesterday and wore a navy blue top today, but this was far too much leakage to hide her new problem: G-cup breasts, ever more swollen with lactation, now shooting through the thin fabric of her top in visible spurts.

Of course, Sophia thought, of course that was when the first student arrived... and of course who else could it be but David Haines? “No, no no no...!” Ms. Lia whimpers as she turns from him to try and fish her pads out from a bra that was now pinned between undertit and torso.

“Good morning, Ms. Lia. What are you doing?”

Sit down and begin reading page 132! That's what Ms. Lia intends to say... but instead, she begins answering “I'm trying to get my bra and pads back- n-no, I- ack!” Alas, her attempt to resist his question was punished harshly: her hands abandoned their work underneath her tits to come up to her nipples and pinch them with merciless ****. The gentle arousal from her careful effort to save her bra was now ramped back up to a familiar, dangerous road explored just yesterday. “Not again... no!”

“Ms. Lia, you know what Ms. Hatts said...”

“Sit down... and begin reading page 132!”

“What's on that page?”

“I-I... I don't know, I just assign it because I told you little shits- why am I-? Hnnng-!”

“Ms. Lia... did you feel good yesterday, when I was... rubbing you?”

“No- ack!” Her nipples were crushed a third time, making their owner tremble as supernatural arousal tingled in her crotch. Why is this happening?! It's almost like she's being compelled or ****... but why?! And why for Haines, of all people?! Her desk is a milk-dotted mess already and she's almost out of paper towels from her drawer. “Y-Yes, yes I did!” It slips from her, again without her consent... but her fingers ease, and her hands return to her control. Was she... was she being punished for not answering? What did that even mean?

“I think... you've been behaving strangely lately,” he explains with false hesitation, “and I heard you were more normal once I helped you get release... so I wanted to offer to help you.”

Oh God help her, this idiot man, of course, thinks her neurological issues are about him. How typically droll. “Whatever's wrong with me has... nothing to do with you, Mr. Haines, now sit down and-”

“But it would feel good if I touched your tits right now, wouldn't it?”

“I- yes... That is...” Her hands flexed as if going to twist her anew. “Yes...” Her hands are still at ease... so that's the rub. She can't lie? She can't hold back? Whatever mental dysfunction she was suffering, Ms. Lia more dreaded its consequences than its implications. She continues to face away from the probing student and turns in her chair as he tries to walk around to the other side of her desk. “Please stop asking me questions.”

“I hate people who avoid the truth... and I don't think you're the kind of person who avoids the truth... are you, Ms. Lia?”

“Of course not.” Ms. Lia's eyes go wide as she considers her answer. Well, she isn't, is she?

“And if you got these feelings out of the way early, you'd be able to focus better during school hours, right?”

“I don't know! I don't want to know-! This is... this is not an appropriate discussion, Mr. Haines, and I'll have you sent to Ms. Hatts' office if you persist.”

That seems to do the trick: as cocky as Mr. Haines has appeared thus far, he recoils at that threat. “A-Alright, Ms. Lia... just let me know if you need anything.”

The insolence of that boy. If she believed detention would do anything to cure his attitude, she'd gladly hold another one... but right now, the less she sees of Haines, the better she feels.

Eventually, Ms. Lia gets her breasts tucked back into her shirt and at least mostly into her bra, though now its fabric struggles to do anything but pinch and further milk her breasts. The absorbent pads feel soaked to the touch; they might not last past this period, if that long, but Ms. Lia could at least rush to her car between classes and get the backups if needed. Her mind reeled back from the arousal of that passive pressure on her chest and tried instead to focus on where she could go for some cheap bras, if only to hold her in until her paycheck at the end of the week. Replacing every bra she owns would be quite costly... but going without bras was, of course, not an option.

Slowly the class fills and the bell rings to declare the proper beginning of class. Ms. Lia sits behind her desk as caution demands, but she does her best to regain her regal energy. Control of the class required dignity, and the last 24 hours have done their best to ruin her... but she would not defined by a single, bad day. This is a new start, she promises herself. “Good morning, cl-aah!” Her hands surge up and squeeze her breasts together with enough sudden movement as to immediately unpin them from the struggling bra. The wet pads slip out and fall slightly, creating wet squares in her blouse that are quickly drowned in the new flow of milk dribbling down her top. “No, not again-!” But the cycle was indeed going to begin again... and this time, her students had their phone camera apps ready.