Vanessa stifled a malicious giggle. She could do whatever she wanted. She raised the dictaphone to her lips and said, "Miss Pickles is going to let me out of class." Miss Pickles turned around.
"Of course I would, Vanessa. You clearly don't need to be here for any longer." Vanessa stood up and strolled out of the classroom.
Vanessa stood in the hallway, the beginnings of her new personal playground. First things were first, though.
"I can do whatever I want, and the school won't punish me," she stated. She didn't bother to test it. There would be plenty of time for that later. She thought for a moment. A crazy, stupid thought flicked through her mind. Without thinking, she proclaimed, "My tits are huge. They're bigger than my body, and they're heavy. They don't sag with their own weight, but they're still a burden. They're so heavy that I have two other students carry them around in front of me. In exchange, they're allowed to grope my breasts and suck my nipples whenever I sit down. And my breasts are sensitive. Just moving arouses me, and my nipples are more sensitive than my clit." Almost immediately, she was overtaken by an all-consuming pleasure. Her tits were straining against the fabric of her top, ripping it in half like tissue paper. "Oh fuck! OH FUCK YES!" Vanessa panted and fell to the ground, her arms squeezing at her still-growing breasts. She thrust her hips into the ground, as her screaming grew louder and louder. The pleasure was too much to take; it felt as though any second she'd explode. Her boobs continued to grow, their behemoth girth enveloping more and more of the floor. The cold tile pressed against her nipples, sending a wave of sensitivity through her body. Vanessa couldn't scream in pleasure anymore; she simply thrashed around on the floor, her movement driving her into the most powerful orgasm she had felt in her life. Soon, the feeling of growing subsided.
"...Vanessa?" said a timid female voice from beside her, "We're sorry for having dropped you. It won't happen again."
"Yeah, we swear," said another, likewise female voice. "Can we still have feeling privileges?"
Vanessa looked up, panting. It was Lucy and Angie, the two nerds who she tormented the most. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and a thin stream of drool ran onto her breasts.
"Yeah...yeah," she whispered. "Just..." she sighed. She still felt so good. It was all she could do not to grind herself into the floor and start the whole ordeal over again. "Just get me home." Angie and Lucy oblidged, strained at Vanessa's colossal tits, and positioned themselves under her. Their warmth felt better than the tile. "I have a new assignment for you when we get home."
Vanessa panted in ecstasy as she walked out the door. Angie and Lucy panted in fatigue. Vanessa's mind drew increasingly to the feeling of pleasure and lust that was permeating her body. She wanted more, and that scared her. She decided to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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