Academy of Fetishes

You ask, "Mrs. Darwin, is it?"

"Ms.", she replied.

"Ah, my apologies.  I wanted to thank you for accepting the job on such short notice.  Please, sit.  Now then, I know you are an experienced biology teacher but how much do you know about our school?"

[[School Background->SchoolIntro1]]
"I don't want to scare you off, Ms. Darwin but at the same time I think I would be doing you a disservice if I didn't tell you more.  You see, Saint Mary's School is funded by the government as an experiment to educate delinquent students.  None of their crimes are violent, so rest assured you'll be in no danger.  But, technically, this school is a low security prison.

As such, the government leaves us to our own devices with the assumption that we are giving these students an education they otherwise wouldn't have.  But... because we've been left to our own devices that means we've been free to experiment with our teaching methods.  Do you understand?"

[[Continue->SchoolIntro3]]
"Well", Ms. Darwin began, "I know from our phone conversation that this is an all-girls school.  In fact, you don't even allow male teachers."

"Mm-hm."

"And it's in the middle of nowhere."

"That's right.  The nearest grocery store is 25 miles away."

"And", Ms. Darwin paused, "that's really all I know about the place."

[[More School Details->SchoolIntro2]]
"Yes, I think I do", Ms. Darwin replied.

You furrow your brow and look a little disappointed. "I don't think you do.  Come.  Let's look in on another class that's in session."

You pass many classrooms on your walk.  All of them abandoned long ago.  Inside the desks are stacked on each other and covered in dust.

"Due to massive budget cuts we had to cut back on all of our classes except for Art and Physical Education.  But last month that was all turned around.  That's one of the reasons we're so excited to have you here.  It symbolizes a turning point to our financial troubles."

[[Continue->IntroArtClass1]]
"Before I continue", you say, "Let's take a quick peek on the art class that is in session."  You stand back to Ms. Darwin can look through the window.

Ms. Darwin noticed a group of students facing their teacher who was giving a lecture.  The muffled conversation could not be made out but suddenly the teacher started undressing.  

Ms. Darwin was taken aback, but quickly realized that art classes have nude models all the time... just not usually the teacher.

"Now you understand," you say.

"I wasn't prepared to see nudity, but it looks like a pretty normal art class to me", replied Ms. Darwin.

[[Continue->IntroArtClass2]]
You look through the window yourself.  "This isn't a true demonstration of what I was talking about.  From your reaction, I assumed you saw something a little more...  Let me ask you something.  Are you offended easily?"

"No, not at all."

"Then Let's step into this class and watch for a minute."

You open the door and let Ms. Darwin walk in first.

[[Hello Principal ______->Pick A Name]]
Ms. Monet frowned for a second but then perked up and said, "I was just about to show the students something that I think is exactly what you're looking for.  I think you'll be very pleased with it!"

"Very well, continue."

"OK students.  I want you all to grab a new piece of sketch paper for this.  Remember for this piece I want you to focus on realism, ok?"  Ms. Monet then did something that Ms. Darwin would never have expected.  

[[Continue->FullBridge]]
In full nudity, she laid on her back and then lifted her hips up off the ground into a full bridge.  

<img src="images/full_bridge.jpg"/>

Ms. Darwin's stomach churned.  She'd never seen something this depraved in a classroom before.  The students' faces looked disgusted and dejected.

"OK students!" Ms. Monet said so cheerfully it sounded as if she were baking a cake, "you know what to do!"

The students put their heads down and started sketching the lewd scene in front of them.

[[Continue->FullBridge2]]
You say, "Very good, Ms. Monet.  Although this pose doesn't seem very practical.  I'm not sure how long you can hold it."

Ms. Darwin couldn't believe what she was seeing.  She never had to consider what she would do if put in a situation like this.

"Touche," Ms. Monet said, her voice voice straining a little.  "I don't know how long I can hold this position so we'll need a quick change of plans.  Darlings, I think it would be best if you sketched off of a photo."

[[Continue->FullBridgePhoto]]
The students reacted to this as if they've done it a hundred times before.  They got out of their desks, pulled out their cellphones, and formed a loose line in front of Ms. Monet.  The girl in the front of the line bent forward, snapped a close up picture of their teacher's vulva, then went back to her desk so she could continue sketching off of the photo.

When all the students had taken a photo, Ms. Monet slowly lowered herself flat on the floor, then stood up.

[[Continue->ArtClassOutro]]
Ms. Monet walked over to one of her students to take a peek at their work.  She ruffled the student's hair and nonchalantly said to Ms. Darwin, "Yeah they can be a real handful but this work is incredibly rewarding.  As an art teacher I've always been the creative type and every day I'm inspired and encouraged to do something new and unique for the class.

You ok, honey?  You look a little shaken up.  Aw, don't worry.  I remember my first day here.  I was so nervous!  But now you couldn't pay me to do anything else. Not for a million bucks."

"Thank you Ms. Monet," you say, "Ms. Darwin, Let's continue our conversation".

They walked out the class and into the halls.

[[Continue->AnonymousBenefactor]]
You continue, "I can tell you're shocked about what you just saw but I also know you're confused.  Allow me to explain.  Last month the school was on the brink of bankruptcy and an Anonymous Benefactor offered to give a small donation in return for a lewd act in our school.  The timing was perfect and in my mind, there was only one rational choice.

This Anonymous Benefactor seems to have no limit to his (or her) perversion.  At this point our relationship is symbiotic: Our school gets enough funding to survive and they get stories, pictures, and videos to  fuel their perversions.

Do you know why we picked you, Ms. Darwin?  By we, I mean the Anonymous Benefactor and I.

[[Continue->Blackmail]]
We stopped walking because we reached Ms. Darwin's soon-to-be biology class.

"We picked you because you seemed like the perfect candidate:  You're female, you're a biology teacher, and... you've committed crimes that could put you in prison for a very long time."

Ms. Darwin's face shifted from disgust to anger.

"I'm sorry to bring that up," you smirk, "but I could tell from the look on your face that you'd be unlikely to cooperate if I merely asked.  Let's put these unpleasantries behind us and pretend it was never said.  I really would prefer to get off on the right foot with you."

Ms. Darwin knew she was defeated and her expression gradually went from anger to acceptance.

"Good.  I'll visit before your class starts so we can come up with something *really* creative for your students.  Don't forget you've got a great support network here.  You can ask me or any of the teachers for help at any time.

Since this will be your first class, I'll check up on you before it starts.  If you do a really good job maybe the Anonymous Benefactor will donate enough for us to have a teacher's lounge."

You smile and put a hand on Ms. Darwin's shoulder.  You have a busy day.  Time to walk back to the office.

[[Office->Office]]
You decide to stroll around your school to ensure things are living up to the Anonymous Benefactor's standards.  What do you want to do?

(unless: $finished_self_photo)[[[You want to check on Ms. Monet's art class->SelfPhoto]]

](unless: $finished_uniform_breast_inspection)[[[You want to check on Mrs. Ball's physical education class->UniformBreastInspection]]

](unless: $finished_foot_measure)[[[You want to check on Mrs. Eigen's math class->FootMeasure]]

](if: not $finished_drinking_fountain and $ribbon_around_panties)[[[You decide to wander the halls->DrinkingFountain]]

](if: $finished_self_photo and $finished_uniform_breast_inspection and $finished_foot_measure and (not $finished_scavenger_hunt))[[[You want to check on Ms. Darwin's biology class->ScavengerHunt]]

]{
(if: 
$finished_self_photo and 
$finished_scavenger_hunt and 
$finished_foot_measure and
$finished_uniform_breast_inspection and
($week is 1))[
	(go-to: "Week2Intro")
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}(if: $week >= 2)[(if: $has_futa_students and not $finished_futanari_inspection)[[[Inspect the futanari in Ms. Darwin's class->FutanariInspection]]

](if: $has_mothers and not $finished_massage_therapy)[[[Visit the PE Massage Therapy class->MassageTherapy]]

](unless: $finished_self_sketch)[[[Check on Ms. Monet's art class->SelfSketch]]

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(if: $finished_self_sketch and 
($week is 2) and
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	$no_transfer_students
)
)[
	(go-to: "UnlockEngineering")
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}](if: $week >= 3)[(if: $has_futa_students and $has_metal_easels and (not $finished_futa_painting))[[[Check on Ms. Monet's art class->FutaPainting]]

]]
You walk into Ms. Monet's class which is already in session.  This is a new group of students from the last one and unlike before, Ms. Monet is completely clothed.  The teacher gives you a quick nod as she continues her class.

"OK darlings.  Today we're going to do something a little different.  We've all been focusing on sketching a nude model - namely, me - but this time *you're* going to be the model!  Isn't that exciting?"  The students looked a little uneasy.

"I'm going to call each of you up here individually.  Casey's in the front corner so you'll be going first.  Come stand in front of me here.  Good."  Now turn around so you're facing the rest of the class.

[[Continue->SelfPhoto2]](set: $finished_self_photo to true)
Once Casey stood in front of Ms. Monet, she patted her on the head and then Ms. Monet kneeled on the ground in front of her but with her back to the class.  "OK, Casey, be a sweetie and lift the front of your skirt all the way."

Casey blushed in shame but didn't react.  "Like this, see?" Ms. Monet pinched the bottom of Casey's skirt with both hands and lifted it up so her panties were visible.  "Hold on to it like I am, ok?"  Once gently prodded like this, Casey obeyed, but she continued to blush.

Now that Ms. Monet's hands were free she slid her fingers underneath the elastic on both sides of Casey's panties and pulled them to the floor in a quick motion.  Casey immediately let go of her skirt and held it in place with the palms of her hands to cover her shame.

[[Continue->SelfPhoto3]]
"No, darling," Ms. Monet gently corrected, "Remember, dear? I told you to hold your skirt up."

Casey looked around for some help but her classmates looked as ashamed as she did.  They refused to make eye contact with her.  Casey accepted that the punishment would be terrible if she didn't cooperate.  

"Perfect! Just like that.  Now hold it in place this time while I grab something."  Ms. Monet got up from her kneeling position and walked back to her desk.  She opened a drawer and rummaged around for a bit.  

To Casey this felt like an eternity and the whole time she was holding her skirt up, exposing herself to the whole class.  

[[Time for a closer view->SelfPhoto5]]
You notice that the chair Casey normally sits in is temporarily vacant so you walk to it and sit down.  Since she sits in the front row this is a much better view.

Finally, Ms. Monet found what she was looking for: A high quality digital camera.  With it in hand, she walked back to the bashful student who continued to expose herself to the whole class.  

When Casey noticed what was in her teacher's hands, she revolted and held her skirt back down.  But, a mere glare from Ms. Monet made her reconsider.  She slowly lifted her skirt back up to expose herself.

The teacher kneeled in front of her exposed student and focused the camera on a close up shot of the girl's genitalia.  After the shutter sound clicked, Ms. Monet stood up and fiddled with the camera to inspect the picture she had just taken.  "Amazing!"

She got up and stood side to side with the student.  "Isn't it lovely?" She held the camera up to the student's face to let her see how the photo turned out.  "Do you see how your left labia is a little lower than your right one?"

Casey had never seen her own genitalia before and was absolutely mortified.  "I find these little imperfections to be beautiful.  Everyone has them so don't be ashamed.  Would anyone else like to see?"

(link: "You've always been a fan of art")["I would like to see it," you call out.

"Excellent! I think you'll be very pleased with my... I mean *our*", she nudged Casey and winked at her, "art."

She hands you the camera and you spend a few moments to notice all the details of it.  The labia majora is quite plump and the labia minor are almost hidden.  "Very good.  I should like a copy of this after class."

"Of course! We'd be happy to share all of our photos with you, wouldn't we, class?" (set: $has_casey_labia_photo to true)]

[[Continue->SelfPhoto6]]
"Let's give Casey a round of applause for being our first little model, shall we?"  The room feels a little awkward as you and the teacher are alone in clapping.  "OK Casey take your seat."

Casey walks towards her panties to put them on.  "No, Casey, I said *take your seat*".  She hesitates and realizes she was told to not put her panties back on.  You stand up to give her her seat back and she sits back down, dejected.  "You may have them back after class."

(link:"Those panties could be dirty.  You would like to find out.")["May I?" you ask while looking toward the discarded panties on the floor.

"Why of course," Ms. Monet picks up the panties and hands them to you.  You inspect them for a while then turn them inside out.  They are dry but you notice a slightly discolored vertical stripe down the center.  

(link:"You'd like to investigate the panties further.")[You put it to your nose and take a quick sniff.  It has a hint of sour smell.  Casey looks disgusted by your action.

"Casey," you ask, "I think this is your vaginal discharge.  Does this smell normal to you?"

You hold her panties up to her face to smell.  She turns her face away but when she sees you aren't relenting she faces her panties and takes a quick sniff.

It was humiliating to answer.  She knew if she said, "no", the whole class would know she smelled unusual.  But if she said, "yes", the whole class knew that she's smelled her own scent before.  One answer was less humiliating.  "...Yes."

"Very good," you say.  "I just wanted to make sure that it's nothing for you to be alarmed about.  You trace the tip of your finger down the vertical stripe and sniff your finger.  "I would like to keep these," you say as you stuff it in your pocket.  Casey realizes she'll have to spend the rest of the day pantiless.(set: $casey_pantiless to true)]]
[[Continue->SelfPhoto7]]
<img src="images/skirt_pussy_exposed.jpg"/>

"OK, let's get these out of the way," Ms. Monet said about the panties, now lying at Casey's feet.  The teacher tapped on Casey's left leg and Casey lifted it so the underwear could be removed. Casey put a lot of effort into making sure that nothing obscene was visible while this occurred.  This was such an embarrassing act: The whole classroom of her peers, her teacher, and you - the principal - had a short glimpse of her most private of parts.

"Almost there.  Now the other leg."  When the panties were completely removed the teacher tossed them on the floor a few feet to the side.

[[Continue->SelfPhoto4]]
"Alrighty!" Ms. Monet continues.  "I believe Jesse is next.  You know what to do!"

Jesse walked over to the front of the class and faced everyone.  She lifted her skirt while the teacher pulled down and removed her panties.  

Ms. Monet took a photo but when she put the camera down she looked a little displeased.  "You know, I'm not loving this picture.  I think I know what the issue is.  Your labia are stuck together.  That's beautiful in its own way but when I look through my lense it feels as though something is hidden.  I think this photo would be more powerful and raw if we could all see it revealed.  Do you know what I mean?  I'm going to have you stand a little wider."  Ms. Monet lightly slapped Jesse's inner thighs.

[[Continue->SelfPhoto8]]
Jesse opened her legs a little wider, but it seemed like no matter how wide she spread her legs her labia skin stuck together.

<img src="images/sealed_labia.jpg"/>

"Come on little guys," Ms. Monet anthropomorphized Jessie's labia.  "I can see they're holding on to each other by a thread, just begging to be unstuck.  Maybe if I just..."  The teacher pointed her finger at Jesse's labia and moved towards it.  Jesse closed her eyes in anticipation of the humiliation that was about to happen.  

"Boop!" Ms. Monet playfully said as her fingertip poked the part of her labia that were stuck together.  The slight contact was all it took.  The lips separated and the vagina behind them was exposed.  "See? Aww.. they just needed a little encouragement!  Wooowww," the teacher took a second to take everything in. "Now this picture will be a masterpiece."

[[Continue->SelfPhoto9]]
Ms. Monet skillfully positioned her camera and took an extreme close up.  Then she got up as she looked at her work.  

"See this was your original picture.  Beautiful on its own merits.  But here's the one I just took.  Notice the contrast in textures.  Everything glistens in the second one because your vagina is visible.  And right above that you can see something that's normally very elusive: Your pee hole.  Have you ever seen yours before?"

Jesse shook her head no.

"Well I'll zoom in on my camera for you.  Look for as long as you'd like."  The teacher and student stood shoulder to shoulder.  Ms. Monet was proud of the shot she got but Jesse didn't seem to appreciate it on the same level.

"OK," Ms. Monet clapped, "Let's give Jesse round of applause!  Isn't she a great sport?"

(if: $has_ribbons_and_scissors is true)[[[I bet this ribbon could be used for art->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors]]]
[[Attend to other business->SelfPhoto10]]
You realize that you have a lot of work to do in the office.  You interrupt the class to say,  "I'm sorry but I'll have to get going now."  You turn to Ms. Monet and say, "This was a very creative class and I can tell you put a lot of thought into your curriculum.  I'll be sure to check up on you later when I have some free time."

[[Go back to the office->Office]]

#### You must be 18 years of age or older to play

#### All Characters Depicted are 18 years or older

[[Continue->Beginning]]
(set: $name to (prompt: "Your last name, please:", "Shepard"))

"Hello, Principal $name!", the art teacher said.  She walked up to Ms. Darwin and stuck out her hand for a handshake.  "And you must be Ms. Darwin.  I'm so happy to have you on board.  These students can be a real challenge."

Ms. Darwin put all her mental energy into making eye contact and not looking at the nude teacher in front of her.  Then her focus shifted to the students.  They looked very unhappy and had extremely concerned looks on their faces.

"Ms. Monet", you say, "I wanted to give Ms. Darwin a demonstration on what we do here and I'm a little disappointed that in the few minutes we've been standing outside, your lecture has not lived up to our school's standards."

[[Continue->IntroArtClass3]]
As I walked to the gym I thought, Mrs. Ball is an interesting character.  Although I could blackmail her with the knowledge of her crimes, there's never been a need.  There were rumors of her sadistic perversions even before I needed to encourage it for financial gain.  Truth be told, a month ago she was a few days from being fired but then the Anonymous Benefactor turned her behavior from a liability into an asset.

She looked about 40 years old and had a fat and disgusting body.  It was odd that somebody who was so unfit would take up a career in physical education.  

Her face wasn't much better to look at either.  The one thing she had going for her were her well endowed breasts.  But even they were saggy.

"Morning, Principal $name", she called to you.  "We're about to get started here."  She blew into her whistle and the students lined up in front of us.

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection2]](set: $finished_uniform_breast_inspection to true)
"OK class.  Today we'll be doing stretches and a light workout.  And while that's going on, we'll simultaneously be doing uniform inspections."  The students can't hold back a groan.

Ah, yes, the uniform inspection.  This has become a common technique the teachers use to instill discipline.  The uniforms change frequently at the request of the teachers.  I notice they tend to become more humiliating as time goes by but I usually approve their requests anyway.  

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection3]]
For PE the uniform is actually quite tame.  I'm unsure why Mrs. Ball picked it, but she usually has something up her sleeve.  The girls were wearing very baggy T-shirts and white shorts.

Mrs. Ball blew the whistle again unnecessarily.  "For the first stretch, I want you to put your hands on your hips and bend forward at a 90 degree angle.  Keep your legs and back straight and look towards me.

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection4]]
Now I was starting to get the idea.  As the student's bent forward, gravity pulled their baggy shirts down and gave Mrs. Ball a "down blouse" view of the students.

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1...", Mrs. Ball counted down slowly as her eyes darted around from student to student.  "OK, next exercise.  50 jumping jacks."  halfway through the jumping jacks Mrs. Ball whispered to me, "I make them wear regular bras which aren't really built to support them when they're doing strenuous exercise like this.  They're not allowed to wear sports bras."

When everyone had finished, Mrs. Ball told them to do a 180 and perform a downward facing dog.  That's when you spread your legs and touch the floor with your palms.  A row of white shorts faced us and their stretch exposed a little bit of buttock.  More importantly, gravity slid the baggy shirts off the students' backs.  For most of the students the shirt caught on their necks and went inside out at their arms.  It looked like they were halfway through the process of taking their tops off.  Everyone's bra was exposed and the shirt created a natural blindfold over their heads.

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection5]]
Mrs. Ball's evil plans were now revealed.  The jumping had shifted all the under garments and the standard bras were not designed to hold the breasts in place.

Mrs. Ball paced back and forth.  She looked down at the chests of each of her students at a distance.  Then something caught her eye.  "Is that you, Jesse?"  The student confirmed that it was.  Jesse's left breast had slipped out of the bra and was fully exposed.  She was the bustiest student in the class which put her at a big disadvantage for this inspection.

She stood up and addressed the class: "Everyone but Jesse get up and form a circle around us.  Who can spot the uniform violation?"  She waited a few seconds then said, "Hmm?"

A student timidly answered, "Her boob slipped out."

"That's right," Mrs. Ball continued.  "Do you know why we have uniform policies that forbid exposed breasts?  Because they distract from the learning environment we're trying to cultivate.  

Case in point: I had to put the entire class on hold for this.  I can't focus on my class with one of these -", Mrs. Ball lifted her shoe and tapped it on the underside of Jesse's exposed breast.  It wobbled a bit and a faint dirt mark was left behind . "- in my face."

Mrs. Ball turned around and walked to a duffle bag against a wall of the gym. She dragged it back to the students then rummaged around and pulled out a red clothespin.  "As of now, these will be placed on any uniform violations to hide it from our view.  It seems like there's a uniform violation in every class and I'm getting sick of it.  Maybe some pain will get through to you because being nice sure hasn't worked."

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection6]]
Mrs. Ball kneeled on one knee and lifted the breast away from the ground.  It was surprisingly heavy and taut.  But the problem was Jesse's nipple was not at a great angle to apply a clothespin.  To fix this, Mrs. Ball squeezed her hand and applied pressure with her thumb to form a crease in the breast.  She smiled at the obvious discomfort this caused Jesse, but it had done its job: The breast had folded upward and the nipple was now in view.

She grabbed a red clothespin and applied it carelessly to Jesse's nipple.  Jesse gasped and jolted her breast away by shifting her weight, but the clip had already secured itself.  She shook her breast a few more times while screaming through her shirt.  When her brain caught up to her reflexes she stopped moving.  It was only making the pain worse.  Her screams subsided and she resorted to gritting her teeth and breathing heavily through her mouth.  A few more seconds passed and you could hear pathetic whimpering from behind the shirt. 

Because the clothespin was applied so carelessly, it was not completely attached to the nipple: Only a corner of the clothespin was making contact with the skin.  "This isn't completely covering your vulgar nipple.  We're going to have to reapply it."

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection7]]
Mrs. Ball could have easily taken the clothespin off by pinching the back to loosen it, but that wasn't her style.  She knew if she pinched the front hard enough, the clothespin would squeeze the nipple out.

When the teacher pinched, Jesse screamed, this time without regard for who was listening.  The students sympathized with the pain and had to look away.  Mrs. Ball slowly increased the pressure on the side of the clamp.  Finally, Mrs. Ball squeezed the misaligned clamp so hard that she pushed Jesse's nipple out of it.  Jesse made a large grunt and sigh of relief when it came off.  A thin sheen of sweat formed around her body.  The corner of her nipple had already started to bruise.

"Good, now don't move this time."  Mrs. Ball crushed the breast in her hand as hard as she could.  Her hand started shaking a bit. 

"Gah!", Jesse screamed.

"Patience!"  Mrs. Ball scolded.  She attached the clothespin a second time.  Jesse screamed just like before and just like before her natural instincts made her pull away, but Mrs. Ball had a vice like grip around the base of Jesse's breast.  

"Shhh shhh shhh shhh," Mrs. Ball gently shushed.  Then in a more assertive tone, "I need you to calm down.  I can't inspect it when you're trying to move.  Good.  Katie, I need a hand.  Hold this for me so my hands are free to inspect the clip."

Katie took a knee besides Mrs. Ball as fast as she could so she would not be punished.  Mrs. Ball instructed, "Squeeze it like I am so I can see if the nipple is visible."  

"Hmm," Mrs. Ball inspected her work.  The clothespin was pointing straight out from the nipple and seemed to be fully attached this time.  But how much of the nipple could be seen from the side?  She pushed the clothespin flat to one side of the breast and looked at how much nipple was exposed through the clip.  Then she pushed it flat to the other side of the breast to check if the nipple was more exposed on that side.  Jesse's breathing intensified when her nipple was stretched.

Mrs. Ball looked back to talk to you, "Sorry to bother you, Principal $name, but would you mind finding a ribbon in my duffle bag?"

[[Continue->UniformBreastInspection8]]
<!--TODO-->
Girls wear shorts that are very revealing.
Do stretches that expose labia
Clothespins applied / Vacuum?
If you have casey's underwear, apply all over her pussy.  Maybe even clit
You walk to the bag and see an assortment of tools that could all be very dangerous in the hands of Mrs. Ball.  You spot a ziplock bag with a ribbon and some tiny scissors and pull it out and walk it over to her.  "What seems to be the issue?" you ask.

"On the sides of the clip, the nipple is still exposed."  She pushed the back of the clip to the side of Jesse's breast again so I could see first hand.  There was also a noticeable bruise on the tip of her nipple.

You say:
* [["The school's reputation is at stake.  We need to cover that up."->RibbonOnClamp]]
* [["She's covered from most angles.  I don't think many will notice the nipple from the side."->DisagreeWithUniformPolicy]]
"The school's reputation is at stake.  We need to cover that up."

Mrs. Ball nods and you hand her the ziplock bag.  "OK Jesse, stand up now so I can apply this."

As Jesse stands up the baggy shirt rested in a coil on her chest and her face is now exposed.  She's flushed bright red from being upside down for so long and you can see some tear trails from her eyes to her forehead.  She sniffles and wipes her sleeve on her forehead.

"Katie, hold her shirt back so it doesn't interfere."  Mrs. Ball opens the bag and cuts off a long strand of pink ribbon.  She puts the middle of it over the top of the clothespin and wraps both ends around and around until there's very little slack left.  Then she ties it in a knot over the top of the clothespin and pulls the knot as snug as it will go. 

Jesse's grits her teeth, stiffens her arms, and wiggles her fingers to help adapt to the pain.  The snug knot has made the clothespin pinch harder than it would be able to on its own.

Mrs. Ball smirks at her handy work.  She faces you and asks, "Is this up to your standards?"

Mrs. Ball elbows Katie who knows what to do.  She grabs her friend's breast with one hand and moves the clothespin from side to side like her teacher had earlier.  "Very good work," you say.  "Mind lifting it up a little higher for me, sweetie?  Thanks.  I can't see any nipple.  Now we should be able to resume class without further distractions." You smile at Mrs. Ball as you say this.

[[Continue->KeepRibbonAndScissors]]
Mrs. Ball hands you the ziplock bag with the ribbon and scissors.  "Is this for me?" you ask.

Mrs. Ball hesitates and you realize she probably expected you to put it back in the bag for her.  After thinking about it she shrugs and says, "Sure, I've got plenty of others in the bag anyway."

Mrs. Ball faces the class and blows her whistle.  "Alright.  Time for you Lazies to run a lap.  Jesse, you're going to run two."  

She starts sobbing as she pulls her shirt over her exposed breast and clothespin.  As she runs you can see the clothespin outline undulating behind her shirt.  Every step seems to give her great pain.  

You walk over to Mrs. Ball and say, "Thank you for letting me watch your class.  I don't always agree with your methods, but I'm always impressed with the complex outcomes you get from such simple devices.  Keep it up!"  She nods at you and smiles.

[[Office->UnlockUniformPolicyChange]](set: $has_ribbons_and_scissors to true)
You say, "She's covered from most angles.  I don't think many will notice the nipple from the side."  You start to think that Mrs. Ball's uniform policies may be getting out of hand and it could be time to take some of that power back.

Mrs. Ball nods at you.  "Very well.  Jesse why don't you stand up?"

As Jesse stands up the baggy shirt rested in a coil on her chest and her face is now exposed.  She's flushed bright red from being upside down for so long and you can see some tear trails from her eyes to her forehead.  She sniffles and wipes her sleeve on her forehead.

[[Continue->KeepRibbonAndScissors]]
You watch as a few other students get their photos taken and then it occurs to you that you have the ziplock bag of ribbon and scissors in your pocket.  As Ms. Monet has finished another picture you interrupt the class and say, "Do you think you could think of anything creative to do with this ribbon or these scissors?"

"Oooh, you're putting me on the spot here.  Let me think.  Well... hmm...  I thought of an idea, but it's actually more tame than these pictures I've taken.  It still might be cute though.  Sarah, would you mind coming back here?"

A bashful student walked back to the front of the class.  "Here's my idea, Sarah.  We're going to have you put your underwear back on but then we're going to loop this ribbon around the crotch of your panties. When the ribbon tightens, it will make your panties more revealing.  I think this could be a really tasteful piece of artwork.  It'll leave the viewer wanting more.  What do you think?"  The question was rhetorical.

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors2]](set: $ribbon_around_panties to true)
Ms. Monet crawled on her hands and knees and picked a panty out of the large pile.

"Those aren't my panties," Sarah said as Ms. Monet crawled back to her.

"Oh, don't worry about that.  It will still be a lovely photo."

Sarah cringed at the thought of wearing someone else's potentially dirty panties.  But she knew if she fought back in front of you or her teacher, she'd be severely punished.

Ms. Monet helped Sarah put them on.  When they were pulled all the way to the top, Sarah grimaced.  These panties had a wet spot on them and the cold, viscous substance was touching her vulva.  She wanted to run to a shower immediately.  Another thought that went through her mind was how disturbing it was that another student was actually turned on by this.

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors3]]
"OK, now this is the tricky part.  I'm going to loop this ribbon through the crotch of your panties.  You keep holding your skirt up so I can see what I'm doing, ok?"

Ms. Ball cut a ribbon and draped it across her thighs.  She slipped her hand behind the front of the panties and pulled toward her body so that the back of her hand was facing Sarah's crotch.  Then she glided her hand down to the bottom of the panties without making any contact with Sarah during the movement.

Ms. Monet paused... were her fingers touching something wet?  She wanted to make sure she could believe what she was feeling.  She pinched the crotch of the panties on one side and pulled it down so she could take a peek.  Sure enough, there was a small wet spot.  She wasn't sure if this was from Sarah or the previous owner.

She looked up and smiled.  She whispered so only Sarah could hear, "Is this treasure from you?"  She glanced at the panties and Sarah understood the treasure she was referring to was the wet spot.  Sarah shook her head.  "Oh?" Ms. Monet lifted an eyebrow incredulously.  

She shushed Sarah as she lifted her index finger off the panties and raised it toward Sarah's vagina.  Once it made the slightest contact, Ms. Monet bent her index finger at the knuckle and rested it against the outside of the vagina.  

Sarah gulped and closed her eyes.  She tried to go to her happy place but it was very difficult to concentrate when the tip of your teacher's knuckle is caressing the entrance to your body.  She started humming a tune quietly in an effort to disconnect from the situation.

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors4]]
Ms. Monet bit her lower lip when she heard Sarah start to hum.  Something turned her on about how innocent that reaction was.  Sarah had no power in this situation so she resorted to something she still had control over: Her own thoughts.  

The teacher had a sadistic realization.  If she could snap Sarah out of her humming... if she could take away this last form of sanctuary... that would mean Sarah had nothing left.  Ms. Monet would even control Sarah's thoughts.  Sarah would be defeated and have to focus on what was happening to her in class.  Ms. Monet knew she *had* to take on this perverted challenge.  She didn't consider herself to be a domineering type, but Sarah's humming was driving it out of her.

Ms. Monet addressed the class, "I'm still thinking about how I want this photo to turn out.  I need a few moments to think."  Really she was not thinking about this at all.  She just wanted to stall for enough time so she could break Sarah.  She experimented with her knuckle, trying to see if Sarah liked a light grazing or a direct nuzzling.

Certain touches would make Sarah's brow furrow and her nose crinkle but 5-10 seconds passed and she was still humming.  This wasn't working and Ms. Monet had to attend to the other students before she felt you would get suspicious of the delay.  Time for something a little more intense...

Ms. Monet slowly glided her hand up the panties toward the top of the elastic.  She kept her knuckle fully extended.  It slipped past the entrance and was making a slow journey between the lips and toward the clitoris.  She paused halfway to the destination and wiggled her knuckle a bit.  Sarah's humming got louder to drown out her thoughts.  

Ms. Monet savored this moment.  She even started humming along with Sarah in a twisted act of playfulness.  Then the hand continued its journey and finally bumped against the clitoris.  Sarah's eyes grew wide and she squeezed her legs shut.

"Welcome back, darling," Ms. Monet whispered so that only Sarah could hear.  "What happened to that cute tune you were humming?"

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors5]]
"Is there a problem?" you ask Sarah.

"...no.. no problem.. I.. lost my balance."  She spread her legs again so that Ms. Monet could continue.

Ms. Monet picked the ribbon off her lap and started humming the tune Sarah was humming earlier.  She used her wet hand to create slack at the crotch of the panties and threaded the ribbon through.  Before she released the slack, Ms. Monet looked up to see Sarah's reaction.  She wasn't humming or closing her eyes.  Actually, she was looking down with keen interest and her face looked flushed.  Was Sarah asking for more touching?

She took her hand out of the panties.  The ribbon was dangling between both sides of Sarah's legs.  Addressing the class, "Now what I can do is tie these ends in a knot and it will pinch the crotch together.  If I pull it real tight, it will become as thin as a thong at this point, and if I loosen the knot, her panties will go back to the normal shape.  Remember class, I want this to be a tasteful picture.  That means I don't want to reveal too much."

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors7]]
Ms. Monet removed her hand from the panties and showed Sarah her glistening knuckle.  

Sarah was in disbelief.  The original wet spot on the panties felt no larger than a dime.  But her teacher's knuckle was covered in juice.  Could that have been hers?  ...It had to be.  But that meant Sarah was being turned on by this, too!

Ms. Monet could see the conflict on Sarah's face.  She flashed Sarah a smile then put the wet finger to her own lips and shushed.  "It's ok", she said in a soothing voice.  

Ms. Monet had never gone this far with a student before, but she wanted to find out if they all had quirky ways of coping like this.  

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors6]]
Ms. Monet pulled the ribbon ends in opposing directions to experiment with how tight to make the knot.  "There, I think that's the perfect amount of skin showing.  Not too revealing.  Wouldn't you agree, Principal $name?"  You come over to inspect.

You kneel down and look at the handy work.  There's a musty odor in the air.  When you look at the panties you notice that they are soaking wet.  The ribbon was tightened to a point where the panties were covering Sarah's clitoris, vagina, and labia minora.  But, the ribbon was tied thin enough that Sarah's labia majora were completely exposed on both sides of the panties.

"Mm-hm," you say, "Yes, that's exactly the type of art I was hoping you'd come up with."

"Oh, that makes me so happy to hear.  OK, now I need to tie it in a knot.  Can you place your finger here so I can have my hands free to do that?"

You push your index finger into the crotch of the panties where the ribbon ends crossed over themselves.  They're unbelievably moist.  Sarah closes her eyes again.  But this time she seems to be trying to focus on rather than escape the situation.  

Ms. Monet continued her hum as she tied the ribbon into a sturdy knot and then tied the rest of the ribbon into a bow.  "Absolutely gorgeous," she said as she pulled up her camera and snapped a few photos.  "This is so perfect I don't even want to show you on this camera's tiny screen.  I'll send it to you later, ok?"

[[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors8]]
"OK, let's take those panties off so you can go back to your desk."  As Ms. Monet pulled the panties down an obscene trail of grool stretched from Sarah's vagina to her panties.  Everyone in the class noticed as it pulled thinner and eventually snapped.  

Sarah was awoken out of her horny stupor and realized how embarrassing the situation was.  She covered up as much of the view as she could with her skirt but as soon as she did, Ms. Monet pulled it up again and gave Sarah a firm, "No."  She waited for Sarah to grab back onto the skirt.  

Ms. Monet paused for enough time to be certain that the whole class could see how turned on Sarah was then she said, "Let's give Sarah a big round of applause!"  Again, only you and the teacher clap.  Sarah blushes in humiliation.  "Thank you very much, Sarah.  You can go back to your desk now."

Ms. Monet throws the panties back to the pile with the bow still tied around it.

[[Continue->SelfPhoto10]]
(set: $finished_scavenger_hunt to true)As promised, you show up to Ms. Darwin's class early.  You knock on the inside of the door and she looks up.

"Oh, hello, Principal $name.  I didn't see you there."  A slight frown is on her face. "I haven't really been told the schedule, is my first class about to start?"

"That's right, thanks for waiting here so patiently.  We have about 15 minutes to prepare.  I want this to be a gentle introduction to what it's like to teach here.  I've thought of everything so you can just sit back and experience it.  But, after this I expect us to collaborate on your curriculum and with enough time for you to come up with your own plans."

"Actually, because I've taught biology for years, I already have enough experience to lean on to come up with a class for today."

"I understand," you say, "but that experience is not Saint. Mary experience.  And we do things very... different here.  Do you understand?"

Ms. Darwin had a brief flashback of the lewd art class.  "Yes... I've seen that first hand.  I suppose what I had planned would not be up to your standards."

"Very good," you smile warmly.  "Now this is an exercise we were going to do before our previous biology teacher quit last month.  We planned out everything but then she left and we didn't get a chance to do it.  It's rather simple, really."

You go to the teacher's desk and open up a drawer.  At this point, you're more familiar with the classroom than Ms. Darwin is.  You sift through the draw and pull out a stack of papers and place it on the desk.  You open another drawer and pull out multiple scotch tape dispensers, tweezers, scissors, and calipers.

<img src="images/caliper.jpg"/>

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt2]]
Ms. Darwin goes pale.  "What are those for?"

You reply, "This is a little game that is fun, educational, and will also help the students bond with each other.  It's called, "The Anatomy Scavenger Hunt"".  You pause for Ms. Darwin to ask questions but she doesn't.  

"Here's how it works.  On these worksheets have tasks that need to be completed.  Each task will teach the students something about their bodies."

Ms. Darwin picks up a sheet and reads to herself silently.  Her face turns changes to a look of distaste.  She looks up and says, "I can't ask these students to do this, it would be illegal!"

"Your concern is noted.  If it should ever come to that - and it won't - you are being coerced by the Anonymous Benefactor.  But it will never come to that.  Thanks to the Anonymous Benefactor, we have the support of the whole town, especially the police."  

Ms. Darwin continued reading the sheet a bit.  She muttered under her breath, "This is disgusting."

"I didn't want to bring this up again," you say, "but, really, you're the only one at risk here.  This school and its practices have the full support of the town.  You will have that full support, too, if you're a motivated teacher.  But, if you're unable to teach to our standards, you will not have the full support of the town.  And that includes the police."

Ms. Darwin remembered the earlier conversation where she was blackmailed by you.  She gritted her teeth and said, "I understand.  I will run the scavenger hunt."

"Lovely," you smile.  "I think you and your students will get a lot out of it."

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt3]]
Some time passed and the classroom filled with students.  Each one sat at their desk and politely waited for class to start.  When everyone was present, Ms. Darwin addressed the class.  "Welcome.  My name is Ms. Darwin.  It's nice to meet you all.  I look forward to getting to know you all better in the future.  Let's go around the class and do introductions."

When the introductions were out of the way, Ms. Darwin said, "OK for today's class we're going to play a game called "The Anatomy Scavenger Hunt".  Emma, take these sheets and pass them around to the others."

As each student read the handout they went pale.  "OK," Ms. Darwin continued, "you are going to use these tools on my desk complete all of these tasks.  Before we get started, does anyone have any questions?"

Emma raised her hand and spoke without being called.  "Do we *really* have to do this?"  The rest of the class started clamoring in agreement.

"Now class," Ms. Darwin raised her voice over the crowd, "this is for your education.  Every student needs to have the skills to answer these questions if they are to graduate Saint Mary."  The clamoring continued.

"Enough!", you yell.  The class goes silent.  "Anyone who does not participate in this class shall be punished.  And, if the class does not finish the assignment, you will all be punished.  Do I make myself clear?"  That seems to have quieted the class.  "Ms. Darwin, please continue."'

"Thank you, Principal $name.  OK, one last thing.  I've been told that the whole class should work as a team to and answer these questions.  The tasks are designed to be answered in the order they are presented.  We have 30 minutes to complete the game.  Shall we begin?"

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt4]]
The clock was ticking.  "The first task says, "Find the student with the panties that have the shortest length at the crotch.  Measure from leg hole to leg hole.""  There was a little diagram to explain:

<img src="images/measure_panties.jpg"/>

One student suggested, "I think we should measure Amy, first.  She's the smallest so she probably has the smallest panties."

"Actually," you reply, "I'm afraid that the only way to be sure we found the smallest is to measure everyone.  We'll pair and have students use these calipers to measure then switch."

"Wait!", Olivia yelled.  "I've been here long enough to know what they're trying to make us do.  It's whatever bullshit is the most humiliating."

"Language!" you chide.

The student continues.  "Sorry.  But let's face it.  If we take our panties off and then measure them it'll be much faster than measuring them while they're on our bodies."

The students had to agree that was rational. They took off their panties and laid them on Ms. Darwin's desk.<!-- TODO: Scene if Casey has her panties off -->

[[Continue->ScavengerHuntRibbonPanties]]
$ribbon_around_panties[It was easy to tell which one was the thinnest without even measuring.  One of the panties had a ribbon tied around it so the smallest point of the crotch was no longer than a centimeter.

One of the students said, "Whose panties are those?"

"Mine," Mia said.

"Why do you have a ribbon tied around your panties," Ms. Darwin asked Mia.

"Ms. Monet said I wasn't allowed to take it off or clean them until I got home.  It's really uncomfortable."  The students frowned sympathetically.  The panties were soaking wet.  The students from the previous class all knew that those were not Mia's juices.

Ms. Darwin turned to you and asked, "Does this count as the thinnest crotch or do we have to measure it with the ribbon off?"

[["You have to take the ribbon off."]]
[["That counts as the thinnest crotch."]]
](else:)[(go-to: "ScavengerHuntMeasurePanties")]
You tell Ms. Darwin, "You have to take the ribbon off."

Mia grabs her panties and unties the bow.  It's very challenging to untie the knot because it is so slippery.  When she finishes her fingertips have a sheen on them.

Mia chuckles a little and pretends to wipe her fingers off on the nearest student.  "Rawr!"

"Ew! Gross, Mia.  Get away from me."  

Mia grins.  "I was just kidding."  She sticks out her tongue then wipes her fingers off on the back of her skirt.

[[Continue->ScavengerHuntMeasurePanties]]{
	(set: $ribbon_around_panties to false)
	(set: $mia_scavenger_dirty_fingers to true)
}
You say, "That counts as the thinnest crotch."

Thank god.  That saved the class a lot of time.  Now they can move on to the next task.

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt5]]
Now that the panties were all laying on the teachers desks, the students could measure them.  They turned a sheet over and pooled their measurements together.  Then a student said, "Looks like the 5th panty is the thinnest.  Whose is this?"

"That's mine," said Amy.

"I told you!", a student shouted.

"It doesn't matter!  We still had to measure to be sure."

"Remember to all write "Amy" for the answer on your sheets," Ms. Darwin said.  

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt5]]
Mia said, "The next task says, "Find the two people in the class that have the the most similar length of their left labia minora.  It must be measured while fully extended."  What's labia minora?"

"Look there, dummy.  It has a picture."

<img src="images/labia_minora.jpg"/>

"Don't call me dumb!" Mia pushed the girl with her hand that she previously wiped off on her skirt.

"Don't touch me with your gross hands!"

"Stop fighting!  We only have 20 minutes left!"  That got the students back on track.

"OK," Ms. Darwin asked, "What do you think is the best way to do this?"

"Can we just write down Hannah and Anna?  They're twins so it's going to be them."  Ms. Darwin faces you for your decision.

You say, "Even identical twins like Hannah and Anna aren't exactly the same.  The only way to be sure is to measure everyone."

A student says, "Let's break into pairs and measure each other.  Also... I think we should take off our skirts.  They'll only get in our way."  Everyone agrees.

You interrupt the class and say, "I'll choose the pairs."

(link: "Make the twins pair together")[(set: $has_twins_paired to true)You make Hannah and Anna pair together.  They don't look thrilled about it.
]
[[Continue->ScavengerHunt6]]
You walk around the class to inspect each pair's technique.  Most of the girls standing with their legs spread.  A few sit on the desk.  They lightly pinch and extend their left labia minora so that their pair can use the calipers to measure its length.  Many of the measurer's faces are mere inches away from the crotch of their pair.  You have to get close to take an accurate measurement.  (if: $has_twins_paired is true)[

You stop when you reach Hannah and Anna who have not started the task.

You say, "If you don't complete the task, you will be punished."

Anna says, "I don't want to do this with my sister.  It's weird."

"Then I'm afraid you will be punished."

"Hrmph!" Anna says, "Fine, we'll do it!"

"Very good," you smile.  "Anna, get on all fours on Ms. Darwin's desk."

"It's ok, we can do it standing."

"No, you'll do it on all fours.  And next time don't hesitate or you'll be punished much worse than this, I promise."

The only room on the desk was between two pairs that were already sitting on it.  Anna climbed between them.  The hard desk made the position very uncomfortable for her knees.  The pair on either side stopped what they were doing to see what was going on.

Anna knew what to do next.  She reached behind her to extend her labia.

You lightly swat her hand away.  "Let Hannah do that."

The twins were mortified.  The other students had come up with a decent system that minimized physical contact.  But Principal $name was forcing the twins to maximize physical contact.

"Go on, Hannah."  You reach behind Hannah's shoulder and guide her to her sister.  "Time to measure."

On all fours, Anna's legs were relatively closed so it did not give easy access.  Hannah whispered to her sister, "Anna, spread your legs."

You correct them, "When you find it, then you can spread."  A grimace appeared on Hannah's face.

She lifted her right hand toward her sister's vulva and inserted the length of her finger between her sister's outer lips.  The contact forced a small grunt out of Anna's mouth.  Hannah fondled her sister in search of the left labia minora.  First she found the right but once she saw she had the wrong one she let go in search of the other.  It took a few seconds longer but she found it.  She pinched it lightly and extended it so that you can see.

"Very good.  Anna, you may spread your legs."  As she did, Hannah's grip slipped and let go of the inner lip.  "Oh!" Hannah said in surprise.  She quickly scrambled toward her sister's vagina to find it again.  Anna grunted once again during the search, which took shorter than the first time.

You pick up a free caliper from the desk and hand it to Hannah.  She measures with her left hand and with her right hand keeps her sister's labia minora fully extended.  "OK, I got the measurement."  Hannah picks up her paper and writes a number on the back of it.

"Good," you say.  "OK Anna, you come off the desk.  Hannah, now you lay on this desk on your back.  Yes, just like that.  But cross your legs in the air."

This position made it very difficult for Anna to access her sister's inner lips because her legs were squishing her outer lips closed.  Anna didn't hesitate.  She knew if she did she risked more punishment.  With the back of her left index and thumb she gently pried her sister's labia majora open.  Then she slipped her right index and thumb in the middle to search for her sister's left labia minora.  It didn't take long but it was very difficult to grab and took a few tries.  Hannah was completely silent during the ordeal.  When Anna got a grip on what she was looking for, she extends it to show you.

"Excellent.  I knew you could do it," you say to Anna as you pat her on the head.  "Hannah, you may spread your legs."  Anna made sure to keep a tight grip on her sister's labia so she didn't lose it.  There was plenty of room on both sides of the desk now because the other pairs had finished long ago and got off it.  The class was just waiting for the twins to finish.

Anna looked down at Hannah while she fully spread her legs to each side.  Although she should have seen it coming, Anna just now realized she was staring directly into her sister's vagina.  To Anna's surprise, it was glistening a little inside.  Anna looked into her sister's face who immediately blushed.

"Just measure me," Hannah said, wanting to get this over with.

Anna had to put her face close to Hannah's vulva to see the measurement.  It had a musty odor that smelled familiar.  Once Anna took the measurements the twins stood up and avoided making eye contact with each other.]

"Ahem," Ms. Darwin said.  It looks like everyone has their measurements.  Let's pool them and see who is the most similar.

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt7]]
Surprising no one, it turned out that Hannah and Anna were the most similar in length.  

"OK, we have 13 minutes left and two questions left."

"Wait," you stop the class.  "The task said, "Find the two people in the class", not the two students.  There's still someone in the class who hasn't been measured."  You look toward Ms. Darwin.

"What?  Me?" Angrily, "What about you?"

"I'm not in the class, I'm just visiting."  You smirk.

"Quickly", a student interrupts, "We only have 13 minutes left.  I don't want to be punished!"

Ms. Darwin looked at the pleading student.  She sighed and said, "OK, never say I never did anything for you guys."  She unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down to the floor.  When she peeled off her underwear, her thick pubic hair mound was exposed.  Slightly embarrassed she said, "I wasn't expecting anyone to see this today."

Mia took the initiative to jump between her teacher's thighs with a caliper.  With her other hand she grabbed her teacher's left labia minora and extended it.

"Hey!" Ms. Darwin shouted.  "That's highly inappropriate$mia_scavenger_dirty_fingers[, and your hands are dirty]!"  

"Sorry, Ms. Darwin", Mia apologized.  "But, I got the measurement.  Hannah and Anna still are the most similar."

Ms. Darwin has a look on her face that says, I'll deal with you later as she bends down to put her pants back on.

You tell her, "You should read the next task carefully, first."

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt8]]
Ms. Darwin had gone over the whole list earlier.  She didn't think she had missed anything.

A student read aloud, "Tape a 1 cm pubic hair to your sheet."  The student looked up slowly at Ms. Darwin.  "You're the only one in the class with pubic hair.  It's a uniform violation for us to have hair."

Ms. Darwin turns to you, "Your uniform policy mentions pubic hair!?"

"Mm-hm", you nod.  "This is for sanitary reasons."

Ms. Darwin rolls her eyes and turns to the class.  OK, give me those tweezers.  I'll pluck a hair for each of you and you can individually cut them to 1 centimeter."

She kicked her pants and panties to the side and sat on her desk with her legs spread.  A single file line of students formed in front of her.  They waited their turn in anticipation to be handed one of their teacher's pubic hairs.  

Hannah went up first.  Ms. Darwin used a tweezer to pluck one of her pubic hairs out of her mound then released it into Hannah's hand.  But, it stuck to the tweezer so Hannah had to pinch it to get it off.  She grabbed a ruler, scissor, and tape and ran back to her desk.  The next student came up to receive their teacher's obscene hair.

Back at her desk, Hannah was having trouble because the curly hair was difficult to measure with a straight ruler.  She came up with a good idea.  If she laid it flat on her paper then taped over it, it would be much easier to measure.  Then it's a simple matter of cutting out the piece of paper so that only a centimeter of the pube remains.  She announced this technique to the class and they all used it.

Hannah was the first to finish the task.  She sniffed her fingers and realized it had a faint trace of BO.  She angrily thought, Why are there never sinks in these classrooms?

Once all the students had received their pubic hair, Ms. Darwin put her pants back on.  When the whole class finished you could feel the room fill with excitement and anticipation.  "What's the last one?  Somebody read it."

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt9]]
Olivia read, ""Everyone in the class must make their clitoris wet and stamp it on their page to make an imprint.  You must not wet your clitoris with your own bodily fluids."  What the fuck! Who thinks of this shit?"

"Language!" you yell at Olivia.  "If one more person curses you'll all be severely punished."

"Sorry, Principal $name.  And sorry, Mia," Olivia said sarcastically, "There's no picture of a clitoris on here."

"Shut up, I know what a clitoris is!  We have 6 minutes left.  Let's hurry!  The best way I can think of doing this is to just spit on each other."

"I'm sorry", you say, "While technically that would be following the rules, I'm going to have to forbid it.  We can't have people spitting all over the floors.  It would ruin the classroom.  You can use spit, but no spitting."  A few students groan.

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt10]]
Olivia says, "OK we have 5 minutes left.  We need to move quick.  let's just get over it because being punished is going to be 1000 times worse than being humiliated.  I can think of two options and both of them are bad:

0. We lick each other's clits
0. If someone's wet they finger themselves and then rub it on our clits"

Someone mentions, "This is way more unsanitary than pubic hair."

"Shut up.  OK, is anybody wet?"

(if: $has_twins_paired is true)[Hannah glares at her sister and uses her eyes to plead with her not to say anything.

]If anyone was, nobody wanted to admit it.  Olivia sighed, "OK, option 1, it is.  We have two ways to go about this.  A person can take one for the team and lick the rest of us or we split into pairs again and everyone has to do it."  <!-- TODO: Have a choice between these two options -->

"Well in the first option, how does the 'licker' make their imprint?"

"I guess someone will have to volunteer to lick them after they're done."

"Fuc... I mean, screw it.  I'll volunteer." Mia said.

"OK great", Olivia was so glad she didn't have to lick anyone.  "OK everyone: Get on your back and lay shoulder to shoulder.  But leave enough room so that you can spread your legs.  Hold onto your paper so you can take your imprint as soon as you get licked."

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt11]]
The girls lined up.  You note that the way they're coordinating together is actually quite impressive.  You stand over Amy, the first girl to be licked.  The students referred to her as the petite one.  Mia gets on all fours and crawls between Amy's legs.

"Sorry, but I have to do this." Mia said.  She stuck out her tongue and grazed the girl's hood which made her tense up.  As Mia climbed over the legs to move over the next girl, Amy pressed her paper against her clitoris.

You inspect the imprint.  "This is your clitoris hood, not your clitoris.  Mia, you're going to have to do it again."

Mia groans and climbs back to the first girl.  "Hey guys, lift your legs up when I'm passing through so I don't have to climb over you, ok?"  Time was of the essence.  She reached for the girl's hood and pulled it back with her own fingers.  Then she stuck out her tongue and grazed the clit again.  The girl tensed up harder that time.  "Is this good enough?" Mia asks you.

You bend over to grab the paper out of the girl's hands.

|wetter>["The imprint needs to be wetter."](click: ?wetter)[(set: $wet_imprint to true)

Mia groans in frustration.  She pulled the clit hood back again.  This time instead of licking, she pursed her lips around the girl's clit and sucked it into her mouth.  Then she relaxed her jaw and lathered the clit with her tongue.

The girl squeezed her legs until they pressed against Mia's body.  She grabbed Mia's head and pulled it away, but not completely, and said, "Gentler, please."

"Sorry, but I'm done now, anyway."  

The girl makes an imprint and hands you the paper.  

"Is that good enough," Mia asks you with a little bit of a tone.

"Perfect," you say.]

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt12]]
You inform the students that there are only 2 minutes left.

Mia moves from student to student (if: $wet_imprint is true)[sucking their clits](else:)[licking their clits].  Although you're standing next to Amy, you can tell when contact is made because their bodies tense up and squirm.  Everyone is trying to be as quiet as possible but many can't help but moan when it's their turn.

When Mia's about 3 quarters done you tell the class, "Remember, the task is for everyone, not just the students."

"Shoot!", Ms. Darwin blurts out.  She runs to the end of the group so she will be the last one and lays down.  She kicks her pants and panties off while on her back.

When Mia got to her teacher, Mia's face was completely flushed.  On her journey to get there, she has (if: $wet_imprint is true)[sucked](else:)[licked] the clitorises of 14 of her classmates.  The bottom half of her jaw is wet and aches slightly.  Mia doesn't hesitate.  She buries her face in her teacher's mound.

"Wait, wait, wait", Ms. Darwin pushes her face away.

"60 seconds", you yell.

"Here", Ms. Darwin uses both hands to part her pubic hair so it didn't interfere.  She turns her head to the side, shuts her eyes, grimaces, and whispers, "OK, now go."

(if: $wet_imprint is true)[Mia places her soft lips around her teacher's clitoris.  A little slurping sound is made as Mia creates a little suction.

"Oh my god!"  What an embarrassing way for the teacher to inform the the class that Mia is starting.  You can see Ms. Darwin's toes twitch in a rhythmic fashion a clear indicator that Mia has begun licking.  She grabs Mia's head but, unlike her classmates, Ms. Darwin holds it in place instead of pushing away.](else:)[Mia stuck out her tongue to a sharp point and slowly moved it toward her teacher's clitoris.  When contact was made, Ms. Darwin let out a little yelp.  With as little surface area as possible, Mia moves her tongue up and down to coat her teacher's clit in a thin sheen of saliva.  She heard her teacher let out an "ah" that sounds like she was getting into a hot tub.]

"Ahem," you interrupt the scene, "30 seconds left."

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt13]]
"Sorry Ms. Darwin, but you gotta do this or we'll be punished."  Mia stands up and places her feet on both sides of Ms. Darwin's face.  When looking up, the teacher sees that her student is insanely wet.

"20 seconds," you yell.

The other students stand up and watch the scene unfold.  "I need you guys to hold me for balance." Mia yells and two students hooked under each of her arms.  They lower her into an otherwise precarious squatting position.

<img src="images/squat_for_teacher.jpg"/>

Ms. Darwin lifts her head but is unable to reach Mia's clitoris at that height.  Another student runs behind Ms. Darwin and gives her neck support but she still can't reach.  

"Let me sit up!  You two, let go of her and she can spread in front of me."  As soon as Mia gets in that position the student who was there to give neck support shoves Ms. Darwin's face into Mia's crotch.  That doesn't go as planned because Ms. Darwin's mouth is aligned with Mia's vagina, not her clit.  

Mia lowers her body to realign and starts moaning to the caress of her teacher's tongue.  The student who was giving neck support releases her teacher.

"5..."

One of the student's that was carrying Mia earlier says, "Her paper's over there.  Bring it!"

"3..."

As it's handed to the student she grabs Ms. Darwin by the hair and pulls her neck back off Mia's clit.  Ms. Darwin groans painfully.  You see hair stuck to her face and Mia's juice is smeared all over it.

"1..."

The student presses the paper against Mia's clit and an imprint is made.  You walk up to the group and extend your hand to see the paper.  You pause for dramatic effect and say, "Well done."

The entire class breathes a sigh of relief and cheers a little bit.  You say, "I'm very proud of you all.  You did a great job.  This was an impressive show of teamwork."

[[Continue->ScavengerHunt14]]
Mia wipes off her face and yells, "Every one of you... jerks was wet before I got to you!  If you weren't such liars I wouldn't have had to do that!  We could have used our own lubrication!"

"I don't see you complaining out of your other lips," Olivia pointed to Mia's soaked vagina and grinned.  

"Shut up! I didn't like it..."

"Yeah right..."

Ms. Darwin interrupted, "Olivia, stop antagonizing Mia.  Mia, we're all extremely grateful that you did what you did.  Right class?"  Everyone agreed, including Olivia.  Ms. Darwin used her sleeve to wipe her face off a bit.  "OK, then let's just get along, shall we?  We still have about 20 minutes left of class.  Why don't we all take a bathroom break to clean up and I'll teach something fun with whatever time we have left."

You smile at Ms. Darwin.  "I think you did a great job with these students today.  You should be proud of yourself.  I knew that I picked the right teacher for this job."  Ms. Darwin smiles back at you.  "I have to get back to my office, but enjoy the rest of the class.  That goes for all of you!"

[[Office->UnlockTransferStudents]]
You get back to the office decide to type an email to the Anonymous Benefactor.

"Dear Anonymous Benefactor,

I just came back from the physical education class and Mrs. Ball is doing a good job whipping those students into shape (figuratively... for now).  But, I'd like to change the PE uniforms.  They're baggy and unflattering.  They're so bad it's no exaggeration to say that in today's class they caused a distraction.  

I'd like to buy some clothes that are more form fitting for the students.  The only problem is that we don't have the funds to pay for new uniforms.  Would you be interested in donating for this cause?

- Principal $name"

You send the email and do some paperwork.  Within the hour you get a reply:

"Dear Principal $name,

I'd be happy to donate for that cause.  You'll get your money before the week ends.

-AB"

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(set: $week to 1)
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(set: $casey_pantiless to false)
(set: $has_casey_labia_photo to false)
(set: $has_ribbons_and_scissors to false)
(set: $has_twins_paired to false)
(set: $wet_imprint to false)
(set: $ribbon_around_panties to false)
(set: $mia_scavenger_dirty_fingers to false)
(set: $massage_therapy_incest to false)
(set: $has_futa_semen_jar to false)

(set: $finished_self_photo to false)
(set: $finished_scavenger_hunt to false)
(set: $finished_uniform_breast_inspection to false)
(set: $finished_futanari_inspection to false)
(set: $finished_self_sketch to false)
(set: $finished_massage_therapy to false)
(set: $finished_foot_measure to false)
(set: $finished_drinking_fountain to false)
(set: $finished_futa_painting to false)

(set: $futa_inspection_check_minimum_sensitivity to true)
(set: $futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity to true)
(set: $futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity to true)
(set: $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses to true)
(set: $futa_inspection_blue_balls to true)
(set: $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms to false)

(set: $futa_painting_uncircumcised to false)
(set: $futa_painting_sounding to false)
(set: $finished_futa_painting_balls to false)
(set: $finished_futa_painting_shaft to false)
(set: $finished_futa_painting_head to false)
(set: $finished_futa_painting_foreskin to false)
(set: $finished_futa_painting_taint to false)
(set: $you_paint_futa_colors to (a: "error"))
(set: $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "")
(set: $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal to 0)


(set: $luna_twins to false)
(set: $luna_amy to false)
(set: $luna_soft to false)

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(set: $has_mothers to false)
(set: $has_futa_students to false)
(set: $has_fbb_students to false)
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(set: $new_student_title to "")

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(set: $has_metal_easels to false)
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(if: (page-url:) contains "?SelfSketch")[
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(if: (page-url:) contains "?DrinkingFountain")[
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(if: (page-url:) contains "?FutaPaintingFishy")[
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(if: (page-url:) contains "?FutaPainting")[
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You send an email to the Anonymous Benefactor to inform them of the "The Anatomy Scavenger Hunt".

When you get to your office the next morning you see that you have a new email.  It's from the Anonymous Benefactor:

"Dear Principal $name,

I'm glad to hear the students bonded over "The Anatomy Scavenger Hunt".  I would encourage you and your staff to think of more educational games like this in the future.

I've talked to some of my "connections" and they, too, are impressed with how well your students bonded.  They would like to transfer some of their more challenging students to your school, if you would take them.  

I'm aware that your school cannot financially support an influx of students, so I will be donating a large sum to help.  Which group of students would you be interested in transferring to your school?

-AB"

[[Continue->UnlockTransferStudents2]]
The Anonymous Benefactor has given you these choices.  Which students will you choose?

{(link: "Mothers")[
	(set: $has_mothers to true)
	(set: $new_student_title to "Mothers")
	(go-to: "UnlockTransferStudents3")
]} These delinquent middle aged and elderly mothers are trying to get their lives on track.  Most have daughters in your school.  The mothers and daughters will probably be paired or grouped together during class activities.

{(link: "Futanari Students")[
	(set: $has_futa_students to true)
	(set: $new_student_title to "Futanari Students")
	(go-to: "UnlockTransferStudents3")
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<!--{(link: "Muscular Students")[
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{(link: "No thanks, none of those sound appealing to me.")[
	(set: $no_transfer_students to true)
	(go-to: "Office")
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You type an email to the Anonymous Benefactor requesting the transfer of the $new_student_title. They should arrive at the beginning of next week.  

[[Office->Office]]
(set: $week to 2)That week flew by fast.  Thankfully, your staff are pulling their weight and you have enough funds to last another week.  But, the Anonymous Benefactor is keeping you on a tight leash financially.  You have enough funds for this week, but you don't have enough for the week after that.

You scheduled a meeting with your staff and inform them that we'll have to increase the perversity if the school is going to survive.  The more creative we get, the easier it will be to convince the Anonymous Benefactor to donate.

[[Continue->Office]]
You show up to Ms. Darwin's class early and she's waiting there for you patiently.  "So, what's the plan for today?"

"As you know Saint Mary is an all female school but there are some loopholes to that rule.  Your class today will be visited by some transfer students who are a little special.  They are completely feminine except for one part of their body: They have a penis."

"Oh, transsexual students?" Ms. Darwin asked.

"Exactly!  This is a rare treat! As an all female school, most of our students have never seen a penis in real life.  There are probably some who have never even seen pictures.  I don't know how long the futa students..."

"Futa?", Ms. Darwin asks.

"Yes, it's short for futanari.  The students with feminine bodies and a penis.  I don't know how long the futa students will be here so we should seize this opportunity to study them.  As I said, this is a rare educational opportunity."

"I have a feeling you want the students to focus on a specific part of them."  You smile at Ms. Darwin.  She sighs, "OK what did you have in mind?"

You say, "I figure we could come up with some sort of survey that your students would have to give to the futas.  Your students will break into groups and each group will give a survey to a futa.  What do you say we draft it now?"

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionSurvey]](set: $finished_futanari_inspection to true)
(What you read will be on the survey.  Click on a link to remove a question from the survey.)

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		(go-to: "FutanariInspectionSurvey")
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{(if: $futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity)[
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		(go-to: "FutanariInspectionSurvey")
	]
]
}

Choose how to end the class (currently selected is {
(if: $futa_inspection_blue_balls)["Maximum pre-cum extraction"]
(else:)["Maximum ruined orgasms"]
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 * |blue-balls>[Use the rest of the time of the class to collect as much pre-cum as you can.  How does your futa react to prolonged periods of stimulation without an orgasm?  Does she complain about pain in her lower abdomen (AKA "blue balls")?  Does she accept her fate or ask for release?  You will be punished if your futa has an orgasm or if you stop stimulating her.]
 * |ruined>[Use the rest of the time in the class to give your futa as many ruined orgasms as you can.  To give a ruined orgasm you must stimulate your futa to a point where they will orgasm but stop all physical contact before they do.  Record how your futa ejaculates.  How does your futa react to unsatisfying orgasms?  Does she request a normal orgasm?  Does she request you to stop all stimulation?  You will be punished if your futa has a regular orgasm or if your futa has less than 3 orgasms.] 
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(if: $futa_inspection_blue_balls)[
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[[This survey looks good->FutanariInspection2]]
Ms. Darwin says, "These transfer students... what makes you so sure that they will allow this survey to be taken?"

"They are transferring from a different school that is much more rough than ours.  I'm sad to say that at their school, they are treated as second class citizens for being different.  Being at the bottom rung of their social ladder has made them extremely submissive.  I've been told that most of them are desperate for any sort of affection.  Besides, if any of them were to refuse we'd threaten them with punishment the same way we threaten our own students.  But, I don't think it will come to that."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionNames]]
When class starts Ms. Darwin says, "Welcome class.  You may have noticed we have some extra students in our classroom today.  These are the new transfer students I'm sure you've all heard about.  Why don't the five of you come up here and introduce yourself?"

The five students jumped out of their desks and lined up shoulder to shoulder to face the class.

"Why don't you start, dear?  Tell us your name."  Ms. Darwin was referring to a curvy, brunette caucasian woman.  "Umm, my name is Lucy.  I came from Saint Joseph's school.  It's nice to meet you all."

"Nice to meet you, too." Ms. Darwin said.

Next up was a tall, muscular African American student.  "My name is Luna.  I'm also from Saint Joseph's school."

Ms. Darwin said, "Very good.  We know you're all from the same school.  No need to say which school you're from.  Luna blushed and said sorry.  "That's alright.  Moving on, what's your name?"

An extremely petite, pale asian girl said her name was Tiffany.

Next to her was Bailey.  She was caucasian with black hair.

Next to her was Fifa who was also asian and petite like Tiffany, but not as petite.  She was also much tanner.  Perhaps she was Filipino or Thai.

[[Continue->FutanariInspection4]]
You tell Ms. Darwin that she should pass out the survey.

Ms. Darwin says, "Yes, Principal $name.  I shall be doing that momentarily."  She turns to the transfer students and says,  "Thank you for those introductions.  If you don't mind, please stay standing here.  OK class, today we have a little survey planned."  She passes it out to the students who have just introduced themselves.  "It's your job," she points at the students who are seated, "to give the survey to the new transfer students.  Before I hand the survey out to the seated students, I want to make sure the transfer students understand.  Do you have any questions?"

You look at the transfer student's expressions as they read over the survey they're about to take.  A few of them blush while reading it.  "No, ma'am," one of them whispers, "No questions."  Another transfer student says the same but her voice cracks a bit.  Many start twiddling their fingers or fidgeting with their skirts.

"OK great.  Before I pass this survey out to the rest of you, I think I need to show you something or else the survey may be a little confusing.  Tiffany, was it?  Would you mind disrobing for me?"

She quickly nodded her head and scrambled to take her top off.  Everyone was amazed at how quickly she reacted to the request.  She never broke eye contact with Ms. Darwin the whole time.  When she took her top and bra off, you could see that Tiffany was almost flat chested.  She closed her legs tight then pulled off her skirt and panties.  Then she held one arm across her chest to hide her nipples and her other hand at her crotch. This completely concealed the unique part of her body.  She made an uncomfortable little smile at Ms. Darwin and asked, "Like this, ma'am?"

Even you are in disbelief at how obedient Tiffany was.  Our students have a lot to learn when it comes to discipline.

Ms. Darwin hesitated but when she came to her senses she said, "Yes, just like that."  Tiffany gave a sigh of relief at hearing that she had done it correctly.  "But, would you mind putting your hands on your hips?"  

At this request Tiffany breaks eye contact with her teacher and stares in the direction of the seated students.  She looked past them like an actress on stage.  Some whispers could be heard coming from the audience, but not everyone saw it yet.

Ms. Darwin walked over to Tiffany and whispered something into her ear.  Tiffany nodded and swallowed then moved her legs so they were shoulder width apart.

[[Continue->FutanariInspection5]]
Now it was clear that the whole class saw what was unique about Tiffany.  Someone could clearly be heard saying, "Oh my god".  The whispers turned into side conversations.  

"Class!" Ms. Darwin yelled, "Let's be polite and mature about this."  It took a few seconds but the class quieted down.  "OK, now would you other four please disrobe and stand like Tiffany while I hand out the rest of these surveys?"

The sitting student's passed the sheets of paper around without looking away from the transfer students.  They were mesmerized by the disrobing.

Luna, the African American futa, clearly had the largest penis, at least the largest when soft.  Bailey was a distant second.  Tiffany, the petite asian one, had the smallest.  Both Tiffany and Fifa were the only uncircumcised.

When every futa was naked, some of the sitting students started reading the survey questions.  Some were curious, some were confused, and some were concerned.

$futa_inspection_blue_balls["What is per-cum?", Mia asked.

"It's pronounced pre-cum," Ms. Darwin replied.  "When you arouse a penis, a little bit of liquid comes out to lubricate it before sex."

]$futa_inspection_anus_all_senses[Amy asked, "When it says, "Use all your senses to inspect your futa's anus", does that mean I have to use my tongue?"

"Well," Ms. Darwin replied, "That depends on which sense you're trying to use.  Are you asking about touch or taste?"

"Taste."

"Well then I'm afraid so.  Your sense of taste comes from your tongue."  

Amy frowned.  "And we have to sniff it, too?!"

"Yes, and record all your findings."

][[Continue->FutanariInspection6]]
"Now then," Ms. Darwin continued, "We're going to split up into groups and have each group pick a transfer student of their choice to give the survey too.  I'll allow you to self organize but I may rearrange your groups."

The students got out of their desks and walked to their favorite futa.  Amy, the most petite student of Ms. Darwin's class went to Tiffany, the most petite futa.  Hannah went to Lucy and her twin sister Anna went to Bailey.

The groups of threes and fours sat indian style in front of a standing futas.  Many of them were curious.  Very few people had ever seen anything like this and most of the students had never seen a penis before.  You see a few sitting girls look at their futa and wave at them.  The futas smile back anxiously but don't wave back.  They were told to stand with their legs spread and their hands on their hips.  

"Before we begin," Ms. Darwin says, "There are a couple of important tools each group will need."  She drew everyone's attention to her desk.  "The first is this bottle of lube and the second is this ice pack.  Every group should pick a gopher to grab one of each."  When everyone had, she continued, "Let's begin.  I'll be walking around to rearrange groups where appropriate and for you to ask any questions."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
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(if: $futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity)[ 
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(if: $futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity)[ 
	(unless: (history:) contains "FutanariInspectionAnusSensitivity")[
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(if: $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses)[ 
	(unless: (history:) contains "FutanariInspectionAnusAllSenses")[
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	]
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(go-to: "FutanariInspectionEnd")
You walk to Lucy, the curvy caucasian female.  Hannah is sitting under her and asking her a question.  "So if I touch you here, it will make you hard, right?"

Lucy blushed and shrugged.  "Maybe?"

Mia, moved to a kneeling position by Lucy's side and tapped her index finger at the top of Lucy's penis.  It bobbed up and down a little but did not get any harder.  "Does that feel good?"

Lucy shrugged again and said, "Not really."

You decide to give the team a clue, "Mia, have you tried underneath?"

Mia gently pinched Lucy's shaft on both sides and lifted her soft penis up to expose the underside.  Then she started tapping on it the same way she had on the top.  "Like this?"

You stick out your index finger to point right underneath the head.  "Try that part right there.  And try caressing it lightly, don't tap."

"Thanks, Principal $name!  Hannah, can you hold this for me so I can rub?"  Hannah got up and  pinched Lucy like Mia had earlier.  The two girls worked as a team.  One to hold the soft shaft in place and the other to do the stroking.  Lucy appeared to like the attention and started growing.  The two girls looked at each other and smiled at their success.  Mia was unable to container herself and clapped a little bit in excitement.

Hannah said, "That's so weird, I can feel it growing on my fingers."

Mia looked up at Lucy and said, "That means it's good, right?"  Lucy blushed and nodded.  

You leave the group with some advice.  "Now you should try to see if you can do lighter touches than that and get her hard from it.  Maybe you don't even need to use touch?  Have fun and get creative with it."

[[Walk to Luna's group->FutanariInspectionCheckMinimumSensitivity2]]
You walk to Luna's group and they also seem to be having a tough time.  Luna is the largest futa in multiple ways, but she is completely soft.

You give the same tips you gave to Lucy's group, but it doesn't have the same effect.  The students look a little disappointed in themselves.  

(link: "Maybe you can figure out what Luna likes?  You may have to get hands on.")["Principal $name, can you help us?  We don't know what we're doing wrong."

"I'd be happy to help.  Could you hand me some of that lube?"  You squirt it into your right hand and spread it around.  Then you wrap it around the top of Luna's dark shaft and start stroking.  You make eye contact with her to see if any expressions clue you in on what she likes.  After a while it's clear that it's not having an effect.(show: ?stroke)]

"Are you uncomfortable in any way," you ask.

"No ma'am," she replies.

"Then why aren't you enjoying this?"

Luna blushes and says, "Can I whisper it to you, ma'am?"

You nod.  She bends in to whisper a secret into your ear.  |stroke)[Even though it seems to be having no effect, you continue stroking.  You can't help but notice how smooth and warm it is in your hand.]  "Ah," you say after hearing the secret.  "That makes complete sense now."  You turn to the group and say, "Don't feel bad.  Luna needs a little something extra to be stimulated that we haven't provided."

[[Luna only gets turned on by taboos.  Rearrange the groups so the twins are in Luna's group.->FutanariInspectionTwinSensitivity]]

[[Luna likes the thought of having sex with petite girls.  Rearrange the groups so that Amy is with Luna.->FutanariInspectionPetiteSensitivity]]

[[The students should just record that they could not get Luna hard no matter what they tried.->FutanariInspectionSoftSensitivity]]
(set: $luna_twins to true)You walk up to Ms. Darwin and talk to her about Luna's fetish.  She nods in agreement and you rearrange the group appropriately.

The twins sit down with each other and immediately look nervous.  They always avoid grouping up together because the class activities are often sexual.

Luna looks away but is starting to grow hard.

Wow, that was fast.  You squat and point then whisper to the group, "Look!  It's growing a little!  Hannah and Anna, get on both sides of Luna.  I want you to stroke at the same time."

The twins did as they were told.  It was quite easy for them to both fit their hands on Luna's shaft at the same time.  The sisters could feel the penis stiffen in their hands.  They both looked down with curiosity.

"Are you fully hard?" you ask Luna.

"Almost, ma'am"

"Do you think you would get fully hard if the twins kissed?"

Luna closed her eyes when you asked the question and bit her lip for a second.  Hannah and Anna turned toward you and pleaded "no" with their expressions.  Luna replied, "It's ok, ma'am.  I'm fully hard now."

You know it was the idea of these two sisters kissing that pushed Luna over the edge.  "The goal is to find the minimal stimulation to get you hard, Luna.  We've gotten you hard with stroking.  Let's see if we can get you hard with less physical contact.  Hannah, take this ice pack rub it on Luna's penis until she's soft again.  Then we can run a new experiment."

Hannah grabbed the ice pack and placed it on top of Luna's penis then rubbed it around on the underside and on her scrotum.  Luna reacted by hissing through her teeth a bit.  Her breathing slows as she gets soft.

"Good, now that she's soft, I have a hypothesis.  My hypothesis is that we can get Luna hard without touching her at all.  I want you twins to kiss each other and see what happens."  Luna started getting hard again.  "Wonderful.  Isn't it exciting?  It's like a little puzzle.  Luna was much more challenging than Lucy, but once you figure her out, she's actually easier.  Now she's not fully hard yet, let's see if we can do it.

"Luna, I want you to do the honors.  Guide Hannah and Anna's heads together so they kiss."  Hannah and Anna are both standing in front of Luna.  Luna looks at you, and then the twins to make sure it's ok.  They both indicate that they don't want to do it.  "Go on now," you tell Luna.

Although Luna feels subservient to you and the twins, she rightly knows that as principal you overrule them.  "Yes ma'am," she replies.  Luna grabs the back of each of their heads and pushes them toward each other.  They close their eyes and shut their lips tight.  Luna pushes them together until they give each other a little peck.

It wasn't passionate but it did the job.  Luna is completely hard so she releases her grip on the twins.  They use their sleeves to wipe off their mouths.

"Very good girls," you commend them.  "You're sure to be the ones that required the least amount of physical contact.  It's hard to beat zero physical contact."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
(set: $luna_amy to true)You walk up to Ms. Darwin and talk to her about Luna's fetish.  She nods in agreement and you rearrange the group appropriately.

Amy comes over and sits down.  She looks up in awe as she sees the size of Luna's penis.  It's impressive how large it is when soft.  Luna looks down at Amy and smiles warmly.  The eye contact gets a little uncomfortable and Amy starts to fidget and converse with her new group members to lighten the mood.  

You reach over to Amy and grab her hand.  "Come here, dear.  I think Luna likes you."  Amy stands up off the floor and you direct her to stand by Luna's side so she's looking down at her penis.  As you stand behind Amy, you grab her right wrist and place it on Luna's penis.  

The size contrast is glaring.  It doesn't look like Amy's hand could fit around the whole thing.  "Stroke it like this."  You move her wrist side to side in a motion you think is best for Luna.  It doesn't take long before Luna gets completely hard.  You ruffle Amy's hair from behind and say, "Great job!  I told you she liked you." Amy glances up and smiles at Luna before quickly looking away.  "Let's try it again with even less physical contact, ok?"

You command another student to grab an ice pack and place it on top of Luna's penis.  She rubs it around on the underside and on her scrotum.  Luna reacted by hissing through her teeth a bit.  Her breathing slows as she gets soft.

"OK you ready for round two, Amy?"  You move her in front of Luna and tell Amy to get on her knees.  You place your hand on Amy's chin and pull down lightly, "Say ahh!"  She opens her mouth and says "ahh" like commanded.

Luna looks down and sees the terrified face of Amy looking up at her.  It's questionable if the head of Luna's penis could even fit in Amy's mouth.  Then Luna looks at you to ask if it's ok.  You nod that it is.  You say, "Keep your hips where they are, Luna.  I'll be the one guiding Amy."  Amy let's out a little cry on hearing that.

With both hands on her shoulders, you push Amy's face towards Luna's soft penis.  Amy's eyes are glued to it.  You get close enough so that if Amy were to stick out her tongue, it would touch it.  The smell is musky in a way that Amy has never smelled before.  Amy's so close that Luna can feel her breath on her penis.  

Luna seems frustrated by the tease but she starts to harden.  Amy let's out a sound of concern.  As Luna's penis extends, you pull Amy back.  Luna is so close to Amy's mouth, but you ensure that no physical contact is made.  You think you hear Luna let out a little whine.

As you see that Luna is fully erect you say, "Very good, girls.  You're sure to be the ones that required the least amount of physical contact.  It's hard to beat zero physical contact."

You reach underneath Amy's chin and close her jaw.  "Amy, what do you say we thank Luna for the appreciation she just shown you?"  You pinch each side of her cheek to purse her lips and then push the back of her head toward Luna's erect penis.  "Just a little thank you peck, hm?"  As you guide Amy's lips to Luna's penis head, Amy starts murmuring.

The contact is quick, but Luna definitely appreciates it.  Her erect penis bobs up and down once.  A look of passion comes over her face and she looks at you, "Thank you, ma'am."

"You did well," you say to her.  You turn to the group  on the floor and say, "OK, time to ice her down and work on the next survey question.

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
(set: $luna_soft to true)You turn to the group and say, "Unfortunately, Luna has some interests that no members of your group are able to satisfy.  I suggest you record the survey as such and move on to the next question."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
You walk over to Tiffany's group and see that they're on the scrotum sensitivity question.  You see Sabrina kneeling on the floor with her palm raised and cupping and massaging Tiffany's balls, but Tiffany is soft.

Tiffany seems to be cringing a bit so you ask her, "Is Sabrina squeezing too hard for you?"

"Yes ma'am."  Sabrina stops and lowers her hand.

You remind the group to communicate with their futa.  They know what they like best.  "Is there something that you would like better?"  Unfortunately, Tiffany doesn't know if she likes this form of stimulation.

Ms. Darwin comes by and checks to see how the group is doing.  You inform her of the question the group is on and ask Ms. Darwin if she could help the students.  "Perhaps with a demonstration?"

Ms. Darwin looks at you and pauses.  Once she realizes she doesn't have a say in the matter she kneels at Tiffany's side and tells the group that, "A key restriction of this question is to avoid penis contact.  So this limits your options.  Notice how Tiffany's penis is laying on top of her scrotum right now?  But, in a way that makes things simpler because there's only so many ways we can approach it.  Like, for example, the sides."  

Ms. Darwin extends her thumb and index finger to make a "V" shape.  She moves the back of her hand toward Tiffany and uses webbing between her thumb and index to cup Tiffany's testicles.  "Now, the best thing you can do is communicate with her to see what she likes.  But you can also make your own judgement calls.  When I look at Tiffany I get the impression that she likes a delicate touch.  If I'm right about that, it means I should make gentle contact.  Just enough to avoid tickling her, like so:"

Ms. Darwin widens her thumb and index finger so there is less physical contact.  The moves her hand up and down, lightly caressing Tiffany's scrotum on each side with the movement.  After going up and down a few times, Tiffany's penis bobs once.  Ms. Darwin smiles proudly at her work.  Then says, "Ahem... OK now you try again, Sabrina."

Sabrina trades places with Ms. Darwin but uses a slightly different technique.  She makes each hand into the shape of a gun and uses the inside of her index fingers caresses Tiffany's scrotum on both sides.  

"Yes, that works too.  Good job, Sabrina."  Ms. Darwin points at Tiffany's penis and said, "You see how it's growing a little?"  The group nods.  

"Here's another thing she might like.  Sometimes underneath is very sensitive."  Ms. Darwin kneeled down next to Sabrina's side and extended her hand between Tiffany's legs.  With her palm up, she raised her index finger to the back of Tiffany's scrotum and started caressing behind it while Sabrina continued to stroke the sides.  The caress made Tiffany's testicles gently sway back and forth and her penis started bobbing some more.

"There we go," Ms. Darwin smiled.  "Erin, why don't you come up and try this technique?  Here's a useful tip you may be able to use later.  If their balls tighten, that means you're either doing a good job... or Tiffany is cold.  Erin, why don't you try caressing the bottom and see if she likes that better than the back?"

You and Ms. Darwin stand at a distance while you watch the two students fondle Tiffany's balls.  You see her tiny penis bob up and down, hardening a little each time.  Eventually it seems to stop growing at a mere 3 inches.

Ms Darwin asks Tiffany, "Are you full size, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am."  Tiffany replies, blushing a little.  Sabrina smirks at how small it is.

"Fascinating," Ms. Darwin says, but she doesn't want to harp on the issue.  Something besides the size has caught her eye.  She points and has the other students look with her.  "Tiffany has a case of phimosis.  That means that the foreskin still covers her penis head even when she's fully erect."

"Perhaps your other students would like to see," you suggest to Ms. Darwin.  

Ms. Darwin interrupts the other groups and has them circle around Tiffany while Sabrina and Erin continue to keep her hard with consistent ball strokes.  Ms. Darwin explains to the new students what phimosis is then asks if they have any questions.

Mia asks Tiffany, "Does it hurt?"

"No ma'am," she replies.

When each student has inspected Tiffany's phimosis, they go back to their own futas and continue the survey.

"Come," you say to Ms. Darwin.  "Let's see how Bailey's group is doing."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionScrotumSensitivity2]]
You walk over to Bailey's group and see the group making the same mistake as Sabrina had: Squeezing too hard.  But, unlike Tiffany, Bailey seems to be partially hard.

Ms. Darwin asks Bailey, "Is that too hard?"

She replies, "No ma'am."  Bailey has the second biggest penis of the futas.  She has jet black hair, a skinny waist and large breasts.

A student tells Ms. Darwin that they asked Bailey and she told them to squeeze.

"Hmm," Ms. Darwin wonders why Bailey isn't fully hard.  "What don't you like about the way it's being done?"

"Well... can she be... harder?"  Bailey wanted more squeezing?  Ms. Darwin had never heard of someone liking such a thing.  

Taken a little aback, Ms. Darwin replied, "Su... sure... Olivia, can you squeeze harder?"

Olivia did as she was told and Bailey let out a little moan but did not get harder.

"More?" Ms. Darwin asked.  

Bailey nodded her head.

Olivia says, "My hand is starting to hurt.  I can't squeeze any harder."

"Let me try," Ms. Darwin says.  Olivia retracts her hand and Ms. Darwin wraps hers around Bailey's two testicles.  She gradually squeezes them in her palm while making eye contact with Bailey to make sure she's not hurting her.

"That feels good,"  Bailey smiles like she's just received a small gift.  Still, she's not fully hard from the sensation.

Ms. Darwin increases the pressure over a minute until she gets to the point where her hand starts to shake.  "I'm sorry, Bailey, I can't squeeze any harder than that."

Bailey frowns for a bit then says, "That's OK.  It was good."  She seems genuinely happy with the pain that she did receive.  

Olivia and a student whisper to teach other then ask the teacher, "Can we try?"

"Sure," Ms. Darwin says.

Olivia says to the other student, "You make an OK sign with your fingers around the top  of her balls like this."  She wrapped her hand around Bailey's scrotum and touched her index and thumb together.  "Yeah like that.  Now pull down so that they're tight."  The student removed all slack from the scrotum and underneath her OK sign were two vulnerable testicles.  "Make it tighter.  See, now her balls can't move away.  OK twist your hand so the balls are facing me."  

Olivia placed a thumbs on each of Bailey's testicles then looked up.  "Ready?"  Bailey smiled with anticipation.  Olivia pushed her thumbs into Bailey's testicles.  Each testicle was being crushed on both sides: While Olivia's thumbs applied pressure on one end, the other end was being pushed hard against the OK sign.

One of Bailey's knees drops for a moment but then she regains her composure.  You see a smirk on Olivia's face.  She pushes even harder and Bailey's knee temporarily buckles again.  Despite the immense discomfort, Bailey attempts to smile at her own plight.  Her breathing becomes labored and the smile gradually turns into a neutral expression.  Bailey closes her eyes and seems to be in a trance of immense concentration.

"That's enough," Ms. Darwin says, "we don't want to damage her."  

Olivia looks a little annoyed.  Clearly her future plans were just canceled by Ms. Darwin. Olivia inferred that Ms. Darwin wanted her to stop, but Olivia knew she wasn't technically disobeying if she held this pressure the way it was.  As time passed, Bailey's breathing rate increased and she took a hand off her hip and started rubbing her lower abdomen.  "Put your hand back on your hip," Olivia snapped.  

"Yes, ma'am.  I'm so sorry."  Bailey's voice was a little shaky.

"Hehe, look!" The other student points with her free hand.  "She's getting hard!"

Olivia remarked on how the testicles were turning purple from the lack of circulation.

"It looks like she's fully hard," you say to the group.  "More importantly, now you know what Bailey likes.  Olivia, see if you can think of more creative ways to cause her pain.

For example, to start the next question you'll need to use the ice pack on her until she gets soft.  But maybe you two can continue crushing while you," you point at the 3rd student of the group, "ice her down at the same time.  It'd be interested in knowing if the pain from the crushing keeps her hard or the cold ice turns her off when they're both happening at the same time.  It's up to you to decide if you want to run this little experiment but if you do, remember to record your findings."

As you walk to the next group you see a serene look on Bailey's face.  Olivia turns to the 3rd student and says, "Hand me the ice pack.  I'm going to crush her balls *with it*."  You smile at the creativity.  

You wonder if Olivia will continue to obey her teacher's commands when her teacher isn't present...  

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
You and Ms. Darwin walk toward Fifa's group and notice the students seem to have stopped giving the survey.  "Which question are you on?" you ask.

A girl named Kira says, "Anus stimulation", with a frown.  

"And what seems to be the problem?"

"Well... isn't that... kind of dirty?"

"That's besides the point," you say.  "What matters is that if you don't follow the lesson plan, you will be punished."  You're a little annoyed you keep having to reminding students this.  "Fifa, could you spread for us?"  

Fifa takes her hands off her hips and uses them to spread her cheeks.  You guide Kira by the shoulder to behind Fifa and tell her to sit down.  Kira looks up and see's Fifa's anus spread before her.  Her balls gently sway from side to side.  You notice how tight and wrinkled it is.  Perhaps Fifa's never had anal sex before.  Another thing you notice is that Fifa's anus is tan like the rest of her body.  You're not sure if that's her natural skin color or if she tans in the nude.

You tell Kira, "I'll let you wait until you feel comfortable, then I want you to place your index finger on it, understand?"  Kira nods back.  "But before you do, let me ask Fifa a question.  Fifa?"  

She turns her neck and and asks, "Yes ma'am?"

"Have you ever been touched here?"

"No ma'am."

"OK, I was afraid of that.  What you both should be aware of is that it's very sensitive."  To Kira you say, "Of course you already know that, but what you may not know is that Fifa may react by winking when you touch her for the first time.  Do you know what that is?"  Kira shook her head.  "I'll show you.  Fifa, can you squeeze your anus then release for us?"

Fifa's anus tightens and relaxes and Kira seems slightly surprised by the motion.  She's probably never seen an anus up close before.  You say, "Did you see that?"  You point at her penis and Kira says no.  "Fifa, wink again for us, please.  There.  See how it moves as Fifa winks?  That's completely normal.  Fifa, can you keep winking until Kira is ready?"

As Kira stares while Fifa's anus twitches over and over again.  She notices how the scrotum tightens as the anus puckers.  The winking skin pulls Fifa's fingertips closer to the anus then back again when she relaxes.

"Kira still seems nervous, Ms. Darwin.  Perhaps you should go first."  

Ms. Darwin's first order of business is to console Kira and tell her that everything will be fine.  "We'll wash our fingers first thing after class, ok?"  Then she squats with one arm across her lap for balance.  With the other arm she reaches an index finger toward Fifa.  She touches the left side of Fifa's anus and when she does, Fifa reacts with an unconscious wink and tightens the rest of her ass muscles.  This wink was much more sudden and tighter than the others.  When Fifa adjusts to the feeling she loosens up again.  When she does it free's Ms. Darwin finger to start petting the left side of Fifa's anus up and down.

Ms. Darwin turns to Kira and smiles. "It feels kind of neat when she clenches.  Like there's a lot of tiny little fingers squeezing yours.  Try it!"

Kira gathers her courage and strokes the other side of Fifa's anus with her teacher.  She smiles a little when Fifa winks and says, "That feels *so* weird."  

You ask Fifa how it feels and she says it tickles a little but it's not bad.  You make sure everyone in the group gets a chance to touch Fifa's winking anus before you call Kira back.  "OK Fifa, you can stop winking.  I want you to get on all fours in front of us."  

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionAnusSensitivity2]]
Fifa gets on all fours with her ass facing you.  She adjusts the position of her knees a little because because the ground is uncomfortable.  When she finds a good enough position, she places her face on the ground and looks to the side so she can use her hands to spread her cheeks again.

You ask Fifa to turn her head to look the other way.  "I'd like you to be looking at the rest of the group during this exercise so that they can record your reaction."  Fifa turns her head and sees 2 other students looking back at her.

You, Ms. Darwin, and Kira continue your conversation behind Fifa.  "Kira, this time I want you to touch the middle, ok?"  Kira nods back.  "But before you do, do you notice anything different this time?"

Kira peers at Fifa's anus.  "I can see much more now.  When she spreads even the inner anus stretches open."

You smile, "That's right.  Great observation.  Make sure to record that on your sheet later.  But for now, I want you to touch the very middle, ok?  Put your fingertip on the inner anus you just mentioned."

When Kira does as she's asked, Fifa clenches up and the two students to her side notice Fifa make a weird face.  Kira says, "Whoa, it's like it's sucking on my fingertip.  That feels so weird."

"Try tapping on it a few times," you say.

The tapping sound makes Fifa's anus twitch and generates an interesting popping sound when the right amount of suction is made.  You see Kira smile when she learns how to consistently produce the noise.  

"OK," you say, "Time for the others to try.  Kira, why don't you switch places with Jesse.  Kira, I want you to record what you see on Fifa's face when Jesse touches her."

The two students looked like professional scientists as they jotted down their notes.  As Kira sits down she asks Fifa, "Did that feel good?"

Fifa smiles and says, "It doesn't feel good or bad, ma'am.  But, I don't mind.  You can do it."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionAnusSensitivity3]]
"OK girls, everyone stick out their hands so I can pour some lube on it."  You squirt it on everyone, including Ms. Darwin.  "Let's see if Fifa likes a finger inserted.  Jesse you're first."  

Kira could see that Fifa's face changed to one of concern.  In an act of tenderness she rubbed Fifa's shoulder and said, "Don't worry, we'll go very slow."

Fifa gulped and said, "Thank you, ma'am."

"Now Fifa," you say to her, "this time make sure you *don't* wink.  That would not feel good to you."

You squirt some lube onto Fifa's anus and have Jesse spread it around.  "Gently push your fingertip in," you say to Jesse.  

As Jesse slowly pushes her finger in she hears a grunt come out of Fifa's other end.  Kira can see Fifa's eyes widen.  Kira consoles her by saying, "It's ok, it's ok.  Does it hurt?"  Fifa says no, but that it feels weird.

Jesse says to Fifa, "OK, my whole finger is in."  She looks under her arm and sees that Fifa's penis is still completely soft.

You say, "Jesse, I want you to wiggle your finger like you're scratching an itch but don't use your nail.  Slowly twist your finger so your palm is down.  Good, keep your palm in that position.  I want you to count 20 "scratches" in your head."

Kira yells to us, "I think she likes that!"  She looks down to confirm with Fifa, "Do you like that?"  Fifa nods.

Although her penis does not get hard, you see pre-cum starting to form.

When Jesse pulls her finger out you say, "Let's rotate.  I want everyone to scratch Fifa's itch just like Jesse did.  Scratch at least 20 times but you can go longer if you want."

Everyone gets a turn.  Ms. Darwin goes last and by that time, a thread of pre-cum had dripped to the floor.  But, Fifa was still completely soft.

Ms. Darwin says, "OK students, it's time to finalize your data.  It appears to me that Fifa enjoys this but she can't get hard from it.  But that's ok. Sometimes in science it's just as important to discover what doesn't work.  Now that we've learned that, it's time to move on to the next question."

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
You walk to Lucy and see that the group is on the question where they must inspect their futa's anus with all their senses.  The whole group is sitting behind their futa doing their best while she poses with her hands on her hips and spreads her legs.

"May I give some advice?" you say, "This is not a very good position for this survey question.  Let me show you a better one."

Walk Lucy over to Ms. Darwin's desk and instruct her to get on all fours on top of it.  "Come here students, I'd like you to see Lucy as she spreads."  You tell Lucy to go as low as possible and to spread her ass as much as she possibly can.  "That's good, now push out a little bit."  When Lucy pushes, it's clear that she's had a lot of anal sex in her lifetime.  The wrinkles bulge out in an offensive way.

(link: "Click for a visual of Lucy's Anus")[<img src="images/anus_senses.PNG"/>]

A few students look away.  

"Whaa..?"  Mia can't believe what she's seeing.

You beckon the group to come in for a closer look.  "Isn't it wonderfully puffy?  1, 2, 3, 4," you count each bulge as you point with your fingertip.  "These are the beautiful petals of Lucy's "flower" and you can only see them if she spreads and pushes.  I want you all to thank Lucy after this for the rare treat."  The students look perturbed at the idea that they should be thankful for the view.

(link: "Inspect using the sense of smell.")["Now, we've got one sense out of the way: We've seen the "flower".  Now, who wants to smell it?"  No one volunteers.  "Mia, you shall go first."

"Aw, man..." she whines.  She walks up to you and you move her face in so that her nose is almost touching Lucy's anus.  You tell her to put her palms on top of Lucy's inhale deeply.  When she does she coughs rudely.

"How does it smell," you ask.

"Like an ass," she replies.  The group chuckles.  Lucy is on the chubby side so you imagine there's a hint of body odor.

You smile and say, "The amazing thing about smells is our ability to get used to them.  Keep smelling until the scent stops being offensive to you."

You have the other students form a semicircle around Mia as she sniffs Lucy's ass.  Looking down, they can see Mia's nose mere inches away from the dirty hole.  She circles her nose around it, inhaling as deep as she can.  You grab the back of her head and adjust her position so she's as close as she can get without actually touching.

After a minute, Mia claims she can't smell it anymore.  "Very good," you say.  "You did wonderful."]

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"In the name of time, we'll tackle taste and touch simultaneously."  

(link: "Those petals deserve even more attention.  Have Mia do more with them.")[But let's start with baby steps.  Mia, I want you to give each of those four petals a kiss."  

(link: "Click for a visual of Lucy's Anus")[<img src="images/anus_senses.PNG"/>]

Mia started at the top and moved clockwise until she kissed all the bulges.  You see Lucy's penis start to get erect.

"OK, Mia.  Now Lucy's petals are so puffy I think you can attempt something that normally wouldn't be an option.  Why don't you try nibbling gently on each one?"

You look down at Mia and watch her tilt her head at different angles to get a nibble of each bulge.  Lucy releases a moan and her toes curl each time she feels Mia's teeth nibble on her anus.  You tell the group to record Lucy's reaction.  

"Now Mia, I'd like you to gently suck on each.  See how much of each you can fit in your mouth.  The other students watch as Mia wraps her lips delicately around one of Lucy's anus bulges.  Her lips move back and forth as she sucks and Mia makes a kissing noise as she pulls her lips away to suck on the next one.

"Very good, Mia!" You stroke the back of her head as she sucks the next anus petal into her mouth.  At this point Mia doesn't seem phased by her actions or the fact that her peers are watching.]

"What we need to do now is stick our tongue in Lucy's anus.  For the student's benefit, I'd like you to only use your tongue for this.  That way we can all see it enter and record our findings."  You and the group make a tighter semicircle around Mia so that you can look straight down at Lucy's ass.  Only two of Lucy's anus bubbles are visible but this should give you a better view of the tongue insertion.  "You may begin."

Mia sticks out her tongue and makes a sharp point.  It enters between the four folds of Lucy's anus before meeting resistance.  With a little force, the tip of her tongue enters into Lucy.

A relaxed, "Mmmm" is heard from Lucy.  From your top view, you see the tongue disappear behind the anus petals.

Mia starts bobbing her head back and forth.  Then you see something that you never would have expected from one of your students.  While Mia bobs back and forth, her hands slowly migrate from Lucy's ass toward her crotch.  She locks her fingers around Lucy's shaft and twiddles her thumbs on the underside of Lucy's penis.  The volume of Lucy's moans increase.

"Put your hands behind your back," you scold Mia.  "Let me remind you that penis stimulation is not a part of this survey question."  That seems to be the first time in a few minutes that Mia looked embarrassed.  She continued tonguing Lucy with her hands held behind her back.

It takes a while to complete but you make sure the rest of the students in the group go through the entire exercise.  When they finish you say, "There's one last sense left.  That's the sense of sound."

[[For educational purposes, the students should observe and document the sounds that an anus makes.->FutanariInspectionAnusSound]]

[[Yes, anuses make sounds, but they're really dirty.  The students should skip this exercise->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
You walk over to Lucy's face and ask,, "do you think you would be able to fart so that we may study it?"

"I don't know, ma'am.  But.. if that's what you want.. I could try."

"I think the students would really benefit from it.  See what you can do."

You walk back to the group of 3 students and position their faces as close to Lucy's anus as possible.  "Whenever you're ready, dear," you call to Lucy.

The students watch as Lucy's anus pushes out even further.  The pushing opens Lucy's hole and the students are able to see a little into Lucy's bowels.  They close their eyes and scrunch their faces in fear of what's coming.  

Lucy let's out a vulgar grunt and a sigh.  She is unable to push out a fart.  Her anus closes and she starts rubbing her abdomen in circles.  Mia opens an eye to see what's happening.  Lucy's anus is starting to bulge out again in a second attempt.  When Mia sees the anus start to open she shuts her eyes and waits to hear what will happen next.

A squeak then a low hissing sound is heard.  You see the force of the fart move Mia's hair.  The students' formation break as they all start coughing and holding their nose.  "Oh my god, that was so gross," one of them says.

"Make sure to document the sound and the smell on your surveys."  You wait for them to finish coughing before you continue.  "We should all be thankful for Lucy's willingness to participate in our survey.  Before we move on to the next question, I would like each of you to show Lucy just how much you appreciate her.  I want you to give Lucy's anus one last "goodbye" kiss."

The students obediently line up to kiss the anus goodbye.  You decide it's time to move on to another group.

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]
You see that most of the class is at the last survey question.  Ms. Darwin stands in front of the class and explains what will happen next.  "OK, class.  Attention, everyone.  $futa_inspection_blue_balls[Some of you may have already noticed a little pre-cum come out of your transfer student's penis.  We're going to spend the rest of the class making a concerted effort to produce as much pre-cum as we can *without* producing an orgasm.   Feel free to reposition her in any way that works best.  I'll be passing out these mechanical counters for you to use.  Every time a bead drips, I want you to click this button and at the end of class we can tally the result.]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[We're going to spend the rest of the class making a concerted effort to produce as many ruined orgasms as we can from our transfer students.  A ruined orgasm is when you get to the point where an orgasm is going to happen but then you stop all stimulation.  This should leave your transfer student frustrated and unsatisfied, but it should also reduce the refractory period which means you will be able to bring about another orgasm soon after!  Of course, you will ruin that next orgasm, too.  Feel free to reposition her in any way that works best.  I'll be passing out these mechanical counters for you to use.  Every time you produce a ruined orgasm, I want you to click this button and at the end of class we can tally the result.]"

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}You walk over to Lucy's group and inspect their technique.

Mia positioned Lucy on all fours on Ms. Darwin's desk with her legs spread and her anus pushed out.  Mia appears to be using the technique she had been using earlier:  She interlocks her fingers behind Lucy's shaft and twiddles her thumbs against the underside of Lucy's penis.  After a few seconds, Mia bends over to give Lucy's anus a gentle kiss before stroking again.

At Mia's side is a student with the mechanical counter watching the penis intently$futa_inspection_blue_balls[ and clicking whenever it drips].  The other student is standing idle by.

"Lovely technique," you say to Mia.

She smiles back at you proudly before kissing Lucy's anus once again.  "I could tell that Lucy liked this earlier so I thought it would be a good idea."  

"The one critique I have is that you have an idle participant.  You dear, come with me."  You walk the student around the desk where Lucy's face is.  If the pre-cum wasn't already an indicator, her moans and expression clearly show how much she's enjoying Mia's treatment.  "Lucy, please raise yourself on your elbows." You turn to the student.  "Now, since you're free, I think you could contribute the most by occupying Lucy's lips."  The student looks confused.  "With yours, dear.  I want you to kiss her."

She looks unsure but slowly bends over and starts pecking Lucy on the lips.

"No, no," you criticize, "more passion than that." You push their heads together so they can make out properly.  Lucy's moans can be heard through the student's mouth.$futa_inspection_blue_balls[

You walk back to the other side of the desk and ask the counter, "How's it looking, now?"

"I think it's speeding up," she says.]

"Principal $name?!" Mia calls for you.  "What's happening?"

You come just in time to pull Mia's hands away from Lucy's penis.  It had started twitching.  $futa_inspection_blue_balls[You tell the other student to stop making out until you say so.  "That was a close one," you say to Mia.  "When you feel Lucy start to throb in your hands, you need to stop all contact ok?  If you keep going, she will have an orgasm and that will ruin the experiment.

Here are two techniques you can use to slow Lucy when she's building up: First, you can slow your touching.  You should actually *try* to frustrate her.  Deny her pleasure when she gets close.  Second, you can stop all touching and focus only on her anus.  It's very rare for someone to orgasm from anus stimulation alone.  But remember, it's against the rules to stop all forms of stimulation without my permission.  OK, please continue."

As the stroking and making out continues, you hear Lucy's moans get more frustrated.]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms["Congratulations! It looks like you got Lucy close.  That was good judgement to stop stroking but I don't think you brought her close enough to orgasm.  Try again, but this time I'll watch and tell you when to stop.  And this time when you stop with your hands, I want you to stick your tongue in her anus and keep it there, ok?"

Mia nods with a smile and goes back to her twiddling technique.  It doesn't take long for Lucy's penis to start twitching again.  "Now?" Mia asks.

You shake her head.  "A little longer... now!"

Mia let's go of the penis and places her hands on Lucy's ass as she shoves  her tongue into it.  From your view you see Lucy's penis bob back and forth in frustration.  It wants physical contact but it has ceased.  You can hear Lucy's moaning despite the fact that she's tongue tied with the other student.  The twitching continues until a stream of semen dribbles out.  It doesn't spurt like a normal orgasm, it's a consistent yet weak flow.  As the dribbling stops, Lucy slumps slightly.

Mia pulls her face away from Lucy's ass and asks, "How was it?"

"Actually, it was text book.  You couldn't see, but the semen just dribbled out.  That's how you know you ruined it."

An enthusiastic Mia said, "When she was cumming, I felt her butt squeeze around my tongue over and over again!  It felt really neat!"

You pat her on the head, "Ready to go for number 2?"

Mia smiles and goes back to her stroking technique.  You see Lucy jump and start to whimper.]

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd3]]
(if: $luna_twins)[At Luna's group you see the two twins facing each other in a kneeled position.  Luna is stroking herself as the twins give each other unconvincing pecks on the lips.

You walk up to a student and request the counter.  "$futa_inspection_blue_balls[2 drops]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[0 orgasms] after this long is unimpressive.  I think we can do better.  First of all, Luna should not be stroking herself.  She's unlikely to resist giving herself $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[a normal]$futa_inspection_blue_balls[an orgasm] like that which would ruin the whole experiment.  Luna, I want you to bend over and place place your elbows on one of the student's desks."

Once she's in position her massive penis dangles between her legs.  "Hannah and Anna, I want each of you to suck on a single testicle and I want each of your hands on Luna's shaft stroking at the same time.  Understand?"

The sisters nodded and did as they were told.  "Suck more into your mouth."  As they pulled more scrotum into their mouths, their faces went closer together.  Eventually the sides of their lips were making a little contact with each other as they sucked.

Luna lifted her head and groaned.  "Is it too much suction?", you ask.  Luna nods so you tell the sisters to suck less.  The extra slack in Luna's scrotum gives the twins enough room to avoid lip contact.  "I apologize for that.  Is that better?"  Luna nods.](else-if: $luna_amy)[You and Ms. Darwin walk over and see Amy lifting the underside of Luna's penis and stroking the top of it like a pony.  Luna seems thrilled at the situation but it doesn't seem to be producing a lot of pre-cum.  

You walk up to a student and request the counter.  "$futa_inspection_blue_balls[2 drops]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[0 orgasms] after this long is unimpressive.  I think we can do better."  You tell Amy, "Luna seems to have some sort of fixation on you that is... well, let's just say if you were to go to a school dance together you should bring a chaperone."  Luna is a little insulted by the comment but she should know she's coming on too strong.  Besides, you're afraid she could literally tear little Amy in half.

Ms. Darwin says, "Here's an idea, Amy.  I want you to jump on Luna and give her a *big* hug.  That's all you have to do."  

After a little coordination with Luna, Amy jumped as high as she could into Luna's arms.  Amy clasped her hands behind Luna's back and wrapped her legs around her waist.  Her head was pressed against Luna's bare chest.  Luna is so muscular that the weight is inconsequential to her.  All she wanted to do is look down into Amy's eyes and smile.  They pressed their foreheads together and Luna started giving Amy eskimo kisses.

Ms. Darwin grabs an idle student by the hand and instructed her to stroke Luna underneath the hug.  Luna's smile got wider as she was stroked but she never broke eye contact.

Amy cracks a smile back as she gets accustomed to all the affection and attention she's getting and she giggles when Luna starts kissing her on the forehead.](else:)[Luna's group seems to be having a difficult time.]

You walk over to the student with the mechanical counter.  "Luna is very challenging to turn on so I'm going to make you do something a little taboo to get her going, do you understand?  I want you to lay down (if: $luna_twins)[under the desk](else:)[between her legs] face up and open your mouth."  

The student positioned herself right under Luna's giant penis.  You tell Luna, "If you $futa_inspection_blue_balls[produce pre-cum for the group]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[have a ruined orgasm], your reward will be for it to drip into her mouth.  Actually, some drops may make it in, but most of it will probably miss.  Do you enjoy the idea of that?"

"Yes, ma'am", she replied.

You pat her on the shoulder and say, "Good.$futa_inspection_blue_balls[  I don't know if we can get you close to orgasming but don't forget, you're not allowed to cum.]"$luna_amy[

There's something about mixing innocent and lewd together that makes it even more perverted.  The top half of Luna's body is experiencing a relatively innocent moment comprised of hugs and cuddles.  But her bottom half is being stroked by one student while another tries to catch $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-cum drops]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[semen] in her mouth.]$futa_inspection_blue_balls[

Before you leave, you notice that Luna has already produced twice as much pre-cum as before.  You see a drop landed in the counting student's eye and another one on her cheek.  With one good eye she tries to adjust her head to catch the next one in her mouth.]

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd4]]
Tiffany is on her back with two students holding her legs behind her head.  It doesn't seem very comfortable, but it gives Sabrina good access:  She's kneeling at Tiffany's crotch and moving both hands over her scrotum like a spider crawling up a wall.  You see sticky threads of pre-cum dribbling on Tiffany's stomach and rolling up toward her neck.

Ms. Darwin comes over and says, "Very good, Sabrina!"  She uses her index finger to wipe off a trail of pre-cum on Tiffany's stomach then shows the students the shiny liquid on her finger, "It seems you've found something that Tiffany really likes."  The teacher observes a new thread drip out of Tiffany's penis$futa_inspection_blue_balls[ and a "click" from the mechanical counter is heard].

Ms. Darwin looks at Tiffany's penis and admires its uncommon beauty.  It's so small that it could be held with 3 fingers.  The phimosis makes it look like it's swaddled in a little blanket but, unfortunately, it's being neglected by the students so Ms. Darwin bites her lower lip then asks, "May I?"

She uses two fingers to cradle it from behind and uses the thumb on the same hand to strum it delicately on its sensitive part.  "So adorable," she says under her breath so quietly that no one can hear.

Almost immediately Tiffany's penis starts to twitch and bob up and down.  Ms. Darwin can see that if she continues Tiffany is going to have an orgasm.  $futa_inspection_blue_balls[As she pulls away, she gives it one last, longing caress up the length of the tiny shaft.  The group watches with concern until the twitching slowly subsides.  That was close.]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[With expert technique, Ms. Darwin raises her thumb off the underside and uses two fingers from her other hand to stroke it, but only during its upward bobs.  She explains to the students, "She's very close and I could easily make her orgasm, but I've chosen to only stroke when Tiffany lifts it to me.  This has the effect of reducing contact and frustrating her, but it also encourages the little dance you're seeing, which I find to be aesthetically pleasing."  

On the downward bobs, the topside of the tiny penis pattered on the cradling fingers of Ms. Darwin's non-caressing hand.  Ms. Darwin reduced contact with her caressing hand so that the tip of one finger was barely touching the penis on its upward bob.  In a low hush she says, "Oh, she's very close now.  Don't look away or you'll miss it."  She pulls back her caressing hand and a look of both frustration and ecstasy appears on Tiffany's face.  

As the twitching intensifies the pattering sound on Ms. Darwin's hand becomes more frequent.  Everyone, including Tiffany, can see that a ruined orgasm is imminent.  "Aww," Ms. Darwin says, "I really don't want to take this last bit of physical contact away, but I suppose I really should."  

As soon as Ms. Darwin removes her cradling fingers, Tiffany starts spurting.  The first spurt falls on her cheek and the rest of it dribbles down and makes a trail from her chest to her neck.  Ms. Darwin takes a moment to appreciate her work and then Tiffany's predicament.  Having your legs held behind your back doesn't look comfortable, and Tiffany is going to have to hold that position for the rest of the class.]

Ms. Darwin stands up to address the students.  "You are doing amazing!  $futa_inspection_blue_balls[You have produced all this pre-cum and haven't even touched Tiffany's penis.  And, when I started touching, she was already about to orgasm!  It's called "edging" when you keep someone close to orgasm for extended periods of time.  It's a great way to produce a large amount of pre-cum but be careful she doesn't accidentally orgasm.  She's very, very close.  I suggest you don't touch her penis again."]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[When I started touching, she was already about to orgasm!  I think you students would learn the most if you rotated positions after every ruined orgasm and tried the technique I just used.  Remember, it's better to stroke too little than too much.  The last thing you want to do is give her a full orgasm."]

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"Yes!", she caught herself getting too excited, "*ahem*, I mean... yes I think that would be a good idea.  The students could really use that data.  I have an idea."

She walked over to her desk drawer and pulled out a brown paper bag that contained her lunch.  She reached in, fished around, and pulled out a plastic spoon then walked back to the group.

By this time a tiny puddle of $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum had coalesced in the little notch of her neck where Tiffany's collar bones met.  Ms. Darwin needed a few attempts to gather as much $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum as she could into her spoon and then lifted it into Tiffany's view.

"Say ah!", Ms. Darwin said with a perverted smile.  Tiffany frowned and curled her mouth away.  The teacher placed the side of the spoon to Tiffany's closed mouth and waited for Tiffany to obey.  It smelled terrible.

Submissive as always, Tiffany did as she was told.  She opened her mouth enough for the spoon to fit and Ms. Darwin rotated her wrist so the $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum poured into Tiffany's mouth.  Tiffany grimaced at the taste and the fact that it had started to cool somehow made it seem worse.

When Ms. Darwin finished pouring she waited for Tiffany to swallow.  It seemed especially labored and drawn out and when Tiffany gulped the sticky liquid down she stuck out her tongue in disgust.  

"What a good girl!  You swallowed it all.  Oh, but there's still some left on the spoon."  She puts the tip of the spoon to Tiffany's mouth.  She looks down to see how much is left before pursing her lips around it and slurping.  You see a glob of $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum slip under Tiffany's lips and into her mouth.  She swallows it fast and sticks out her tongue which let's you see that she did in fact swallow.

Ms. Darwin looks at Tiffany's crotch and sees that her penis has softened despite the ball caressing.  "That was a good experiment but I think it's fair to say that Tiffany does not enjoy eating her own $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum.  $futa_inspection_blue_balls[That may not be a bad thing considering that if it had turned her on, it may have pushed her over the edge.  Actually now that we know it we can leverage it.  If she gets too close to cumming, I want you to rush to feed her some pre-cum.  It should cool her down enough to prevent it."  She hands the spoon to the student with the mechanical counter.]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[Let's all document this on our surveys when we have free time."]

"Thank you." Ms. Darwin whispers in your ear so only you can hear it.]

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}You and Ms. Darwin walk to Bailey's group to see what they're up to.  Bailey appears to be in a deep squat with Olivia behind her.  Olivia is gripping Bailey's scrotum from behind and pulling them back behind her legs.  Every few seconds Olivia is punching the testicles with her free hand and making Bailey grunt.

"Olivia!" Ms. Darwin scolds.

"Before we're too quick to judge," you interrupt, "let's look at the mechanical counter."  You grab it from a student and smile as you read it then hold it up to Ms. Darwin.  "$futa_inspection_blue_balls[9 drops]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[2 orgasms] is rather impressive, wouldn't you agree?  If Bailey was not enjoying this I would expect 0.  But Bailey's enjoyment is not the point.  Maximum $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum extraction is.  And this group is working within the confines of the survey question."  

"Yeah, but..."  Ms. Darwin is about to argue then she walks over to Bailey from the side and starts rubbing her shoulder.  "Are you ok, dear?"  Bailey nods her head without turning to face the teacher.  She seems to be in a trance.

You notice that there seems to be a student kneeled in front of Bailey's legs on the other side of her.  You move so you can see what she's doing.  The student has her palm facing up below Bailey's penis and is vigorously stroking it with her other hand.  You wonder, why the open palm?  Then you see the point: A drop of pre-cum falls onto the student's fingertips and she lifts her hand to Bailey's face.  "Lick," she commands.  Bailey sticks out her tongue and licks the palm clean.

"Thank you, ma'am."

The student notices you there and starts to explain.  "Olivia told Bailey that she has to lick every drop off my hand as punishment."$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[  

You hear Bailey moan in pleasure as she nears her 3rd orgasm.  The student between her legs stops stroking and cups her hand under Bailey's penis.  You hear the soft pats of Olivia's ball punches increase in frequency and Bailey's moans shift to groans of pain.  Then, a nice flow of semen dribbles out of her penis into the student's palms.  The punching noises continue to increase in volume and frequency.

While cupping her hands, the student lifts her fingertips to Bailey's mouth and let's gravity pour the semen onto her tongue.  Some semen spilled between her fingertips so she spreads her fingers and let's Bailey lick the sides.

The student looks over Bailey's shoulder and says, "She swallowed it all."  Olivia nods then slows her punching to the rate she was going before Bailey came.  You are impressed by Olivia's sadism.  She seems to be increasing the pain to encourage Bailey to drink her semen as fast as possible and it is working very effectively.]

Ah, you smile.  "Very creative."  You walk to the 3rd student and give the mechanical counter back.  "Whatever you're doing seems to be working.  Keep it up!"

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Fifa's group seems rather tame compared to the other groups you've inspected.  She has a student in front and behind her.  The one in front strokes and cups her balls while Kira, the one in the back, seems to be giving her a shoulder massage.

But, Fifa has an expression of displeasure.  Her breathing is heavy, her eyes are closed, and she's rubbing her belly.

"Everything alright, Fifa?" you ask.

"It hurts, ma'am," she complains.

"Oh, I see," you reply.  "I think you may be experiencing a condition called "blue balls".  It occurs when you have prolonged sexual arousal without ejaculation.  An orgasm would make her feel better, unfortunately it would be forbidden."

You ask the student to squeeze Fifa's balls a little and you see the great discomfort on Fifa's face.  "Yep," you say, "Definitely blue balls.  I can tell by how tender she is down there.  Perhaps you should stop cupping her testicles altogether."

"Principal $name, can we please cum Fifa?  She's in a lot of pain."

"'Fraid not, dear.  The experiment is to produce as much pre-cum as you can.  To induce an orgasm would ruin it.  She must endure it until the end of class, no matter how uncomfortable."

Kira hugs a naked Fifa from behind to console her.  "You can do it, it's just 10 more minutes!"  Hearing how much time is left in the class makes Fifa whimper.

[[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd7]]
You walk to all the other groups$futa_inspection_blue_balls[ and see their futas are in similar shape].  No more smiling faces.  Many complaining about aches and pains or begging the students for $futa_inspection_blue_balls[release]$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[them to stop.  They don't want to cum anymore].  5 minutes pass and you go around the room checking the mechanical timers and are ecstatic to see how much $futa_inspection_blue_balls[pre-]cum has been produced.

The results are better than expected.  It's amazing how much you can learn in a 60 minute class when you focus and study.  You look forward to going over the results with Ms. Darwin later.

Ms. Darwin tells the class they need to do one last assignment before it ends.  "The only flaw with this class is that each student only got to experience the transfer student they were assigned to.  Unfortunately, there's not enough time to have every student give the survey to every transfer student.  But, I think we have *just* enough time left to get a little taste of what it would be like if you were assigned to a different one.  

I want all the transfer students to stand up and put their hands behind their back.  I also want every one of my students should form a line in front of a transfer student. When you've given her penis a little kiss, move on to the next until you've kissed all the transfer students.  OK?"

A chaotic mess ensued with all the students running from futa to futa, kissing penises.  The assignment was a little vague and as a result, some students merely kissed the penis head and others gave multiple kisses up and down the shaft.$futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms[  It actually caused Fifa to have another ruined orgasm all over the floor.]

When the bell rings, you make the futas put their clothes back on without a final release.  They look extremely unhappy about the condition they've been left in, but you explain that it would be obscene for them to masturbate on school property (without permission) and if any of them are caught doing so they will be severely punished.  They'll have to wait until they get home, which is in a few hours.

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(set: $finished_self_sketch to true)"Alright class," Ms. Monet says, "last week I took some wonderful photos of you.  This class is going to be a follow up to that."  The teacher places a piece of paper face down on each student's desk. Each piece has a different number written on the back.  When every student gets a paper, Ms. Monet faces the class and tells them to turn their page around.

When the students turn the paper over they realize that what had been passed out was a photograph of a random student's vagina that Ms. Monet had taken last week.  These close up shots are larger than real life and span the whole page.  The camera used is excellent and really captures every crease and labia fold.  

"These were the photos I took last week.  Aren't they beautiful?  I want each and every one of you students to get familiar with it because you're all going to be sketching the photo in front of you with as much detail as you're capable of.

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You walk around the room checking the students' work.  These students have been to many of Ms. Monet's classes so they are quite versed in drawing vulvas.  halfway through the class, the teacher explains the next part of the agenda.  

"A lot of you have really improved.  I'm so proud of you!  To prove it, I'm going to take a random one of your sketches and match it to the original.  I want every one of you to pause to take off your panties and put it on top of your desk, but then continue finishing up your sketches.  I'll be walking around to find a sketch I like."

The students stand up to pull off their panties without taking their skirts off.  Ms. Monet wanders, looking at everyone's work until she stops at Kira's.  "This one is rather good," Ms. Monet says.  "I'd like to borrow it and see if I can find the original.  Sound ok to you?"  Kira nods.  "What makes this one a good choice is the freckle on the inside the right labia.  It should be easy to spot."

Ms. Monet explains that she wants the students to continue sketching the whole time she's looking for the model of this sketch.  Under no conditions are they to stop and she asks you to watch over the class to ensure they continue working.

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Ms. Monet crawls under the desk of Anna with the sketch in one hand.  Anna's legs are crossed tight which makes the exercise impossible. Ms. Monet carefully unlocks Anna's legs so that both feet are flat on the ground.  Then, with both hands she pries open at the knees.  

"Wonderful," Ms. Monet comments.  The student's vulva is on display in front of her.  From your view above desk, you see how nervous Anna looks at what's going to happen next.  

When the students modeled for the original photographs they were standing with their legs spread.  This allowed the camera to capture the inner beauty of the vagina that is not visible when one is sitting at a desk that confined how wide Anna could open her legs. Because of this, her labia could not open as wide as it did in the photograph.  That means if she has the birthmark, it wouldn't be visible in this position.  Ms. Monet would have to get a look on the inside.

She reached to Anna's labia and gently pinched it.  Anna jumped in surprise.  "Now, now," Ms. Monet reminded, "I'm just looking for a freckle.  No need to overreact."  

You see Anna concentrate on biting her lip and close her eyes to go to her happy place.  It's a little technique the students use to make the time pass without having to be in the moment.  You remind her she is to continue sketching.  She does her best but you can see how difficult it is to concentrate when your teacher's molesting you at the same time.

Under the table, Ms. Monet has pulled back Anna's labia and inspected it.  It does not have a freckle.  But, she thinks, maybe the camera inverted the picture so she better check the other lip.  She pulls it to the side and admires the way the light reflects off of its inner sheen.

"Couldn't find a freckle," Ms. Monet says as she stands up.  "I'll move on to the next student."

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The next in line was Mia.  When Ms. Monet put herself under the desk, she obediently spread her legs without being repositioned by her teacher.  What a lovely gesture, Ms. Monet thought.  When she pulled back the first labia, she noticed something strange.  It seemed to be slightly wet.  It was unclear if Mia was enjoying the anticipation of her teacher's visit or enjoyed the sketching activity, but she was enjoying something.

The labia was so slippery it took many attempts to get a grip.  You see Mia struggling to concentrate on her work.  Like Anna, she's biting her lower lip but it seems to be in an effort to concentrate on the moment rather than remove herself from it.  You see Ms. Monet make an abrupt motion and Mia gasps.

Ms. Monet inspected the lips and saw that they were freckle-less but she was feeling bold and wanted to stay under the desk anyway.  She repositioned herself on all fours and placed her face as close to Mia's vulva as she could.  She could feel its warmth radiating onto her lips.  She aligned her mouth few centimeters away from Mia's clit, pursed her lips, and blew warm air onto it.

This startled Mia.  She makes eye contact with you with a look on her face that's asking for help.  Realizing it won't come from you, she obediently goes back to sketching.  Mia has to fight her instincts to push her teacher's face away or close her legs tight.  She focuses on the details of the lewd photograph in front of her to take her mind off it.

You see that Mia needs help concentrating so you walk up to her desk and stare down at her.  "Tell me about this photograph".  

Although you see Mia's knees fidgeting open and closed and you see Ms. Monet lower body sticking out in front of the desk, you can't make out what's happening underneath it.  That's not to say you couldn't guess.

"Umm..." Mia struggles to gather her thoughts. "I... it has long inner lips that..."

Ms. Monet is enjoying the little tease she's giving Mia.  Every time she blows, Mia's legs shake side to side.  The labia have changed to a nice red color.  Ms. Monet takes this as a sign that Mia wants more.  She slides the tip of her finger up and down Mia's slit, careful to avoid contact with the sensitive clit.  It seems like enough lubrication has built up so she circles the vagina hole a few times before sticking her finger into the first knuckle.

Mia moans and closes her legs.  "Oh my god," yelps says while looking over the side of her desk to see what's happening underneath.  She's pretty sure her teacher stuck something inside her.

"Mia!" you yell.  "You were telling me about the photograph?"  

She sits up straight, picks up the photograph with both hands, and stares at it with intense concentration.  "Uh, the lips are thin.."

Ms. Monet slipped another knuckle in and Mia reacted by scooching her butt as far back as she could.  This caused her finger to slip out.  It was dripping with wetness.  Ms. Monet figured she shouldn't push her luck but she did enjoy the process.  She knew she wanted Mia to know how wet she had gotten so she disrespectfully wiped her finger off on the inside of one of Mia's knees.  

"She doesn't have a freckle either," Ms. Monet said as she got under the desk.  She tried to make eye contact with Mia, but she was doing her best to avoid it.

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Ms. Monet went from desk to desk until she found the girl with the freckle.  It was Sarah.  By that time, nearly everyone was finished with their sketch.  Ms. Monet said, "That was a fun little exercise!  It just goes to show how good of an artist Kira has become.  Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to identify Sarah the way that I did.

I want to change the topic. I see that everyone is done so now it's time for the next part of class.  You may have noticed that the back of your photograph has a number on it.  This number is associated with the model of the photo.  I'm going to call out a number and a name.  If you have the photograph with that number, I want you to give it and the sketch to the name I call out."

It took a while for Ms. Monet to call out all the numbers and names. But when she finished, every student had a photograph in front of them of their own vulva and a classmate's interpretation of it.

"Great," Ms. Monet continued.  "Now that we're done with that, it's time for the last part.  We're all going to line up again.  When you get to the front of the line, I want you to hold up your photograph in one hand and a sketch of it in another.  Then, I'm going to take another photo of you holding those up.  Remember to smile when I take your picture!"

When each student came to the front, Ms. Monet centered the camera on their face and had them hold up the photo and the sketch on either side.  The line was eerily quiet as the students waited for their photo to be taken.  They wondered what humiliating thing these next photographs would be used for.

[[Office->Office]]
(set: $finished_massage_therapy to true)When you walk into the gym you notice that it's full of massage tables evenly spaced out from each other.  Mrs. Ball is in the middle of a lecture:

"Yesterday we lifted weights and a lot of you are probably feeling sore from the experience.  That's why I've decided to do something a little different today.  I've brought out the massage tables.  Instead of exercising and breaking a sweat, we'll learn to give each other effective massages to alleviate cramps and sore muscles.

Before we start, I want to welcome our new mature students to their first day of school.  Since they weren't here lifting weights yesterday, I figure it makes sense for them to be the ones giving the massages.  It's the younger students who are sore."

A mom interrupts and says, "Oh, this sounds like fun.  I used to massage my little Jesse all the time when we lived back home."

Ms. Ball glares at the woman who interrupted her.  She considers giving her a cruel punishment but decides to cut her some slack since it's her first day at the school.  The mothers all look happy to have a mother daughter bonding experience but the daughters seem much more concerned.  

"Isn't this great, honey?"

"No mom... you don't understand... Remember all the bad stuff I told you about this place?"

"Oh, you're just overreacting.."

Mrs. Ball continues.  "OK now, I want each of you young students to find a table and lay on it face down.  Who here has a daughter in the class?"  About half the mothers raise their hands.  "OK, you'll be assigned to massage your daughters.  Whoever's left should pick a random student to massage."

The Anonymous Benefactor's donation allowed the school to purchase new skimpy PE uniforms and this is your first opportunity to see them on the students. You walk the tables to admire them on the student's bodies.

The shorts are tight red spandex meant for volleyball and they don't cover the whole buttocks at the bottom.  They aren't the most comfortable material but they were the best you could afford on the school budget.  The girls wear a white crop top that exposes their midriff.  They are so short that any movement reveals the bottom of the student's bra.

A mother walks up to you and says, "I didn't want to create a scene earlier, but don't you think these outfits are a little two revealing?  I know it's an all-girls school, but I still don't like the idea of my daughter being in public like this."

You smile and say, "We can discuss this in detail in a few minutes if you'd like.  Who's your daughter?"

"My daughter is Amy."  Amy is known to be the shortest girl in school.

"OK, I've noted that.  I'll come to discuss it with you in soon."

She smiles feeling that she's been heard and goes back to the massage table with her daughter.

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When everyone's been assigned, Mrs. Ball instructs the masseuses to start at the upper shoulders, then move down to the lower back, legs, feet, and finally, glutes.  The moms don't really hesitate but they do seem a little shy.  They're focusing entirely on the top and outside.  You complain about this to Mrs. Ball and she nods knowingly.  With a look she instills you with confidence that this is all part of her process.

"This has been good practice for a casual massage, but," Mrs. Ball says, "to give a really effective massage we'll need to use massage oil.  You'll definitely notice the difference it makes in loosening up your muscles.  But we're not going to risk ruining these new school uniforms.  That means you'll have to disrobe and cover yourself with a towel."

The young students have been trained over weeks to follow these orders, but the moms were hesitant.  It was strange that their daughters were undressing publicly even if they were doing their best to cover themselves with a towel.  Don't professional massage parlors at least let you do this part in private?  A mom complained to Mrs. Ball but she quickly placated her by assuring her that everything was normal. 

When the young students were laying on their stomachs with a towel covering their butts Mrs. Ball explained, "This time we're going to start by massaging the inner thigh.  There is a muscle called the adductor longus that goes from the knee to where the inner leg and hip meet.  We're going to focus on that muscle first."

<img src="images/adductor_longus.jpg"/>

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The mothers weren't stupid and openly revolted against this.  They refused to touch their own daughters in this manner.

"If you refuse to follow my instructions in my class, you and your daughters will be severely punished."

You see most of the daughters turn around to sit up on their massage table.  Sarah's eyes open wide with fear and she pleads, "No, mom.  Please!  Just do what they say.  I don't want to be punished."  She jumps off the table and hugs her mom from behind.  "Just do what they say."

"Why are you so concerned about this punishment," Sarah's mom asks.  "Just what is this punishment anyway?"

"It's different every time.  And," Sarah whispers, "it's always really bad."

Mrs. Ball says, "Why don't you tell everyone what happened the last time you were punished, Sarah?"

Her eyes stare into the distance as she relives the traumatic experience.  "Mrs. Ball had me lay on my back and two students held my legs behind my head.  It was difficult to breath."  She gulps and says, "Then she whipped me with a belt on my private part over and over and over again."

"Dear god," another mother gasped, "Is that what you've been putting my baby through?"  She grabbed her daughter's head and pinned it to her chest.  "I had no idea this was happening!  I'm going to report this to the authorities immediately."

"I'm afraid that would just lead to more punishments to you and your daughter," you say.  "The police are fully aware of what happens at this school and are paid handsomely to look the other way.  If you think I'm lying, consider this: Do you think you're the first person in this school that has thought of talking to the authorities?"  You can tell from their faces that they believe you.  "Now then, I think we should get back to the lesson.  What do you say?"

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The young students lay back on their stomachs and plead with their mothers to obey the rules.  Most of the mothers understand and do what they're told but there are a few stragglers who have to be coerced by their daughters to rub their inner thighs.  One of those mothers is Sarah's.  Mrs. Ball walks over to their table like a drill sergeant and tells them to follow instructions or be punished.  

"I just don't think it's right for me to touch my child like this.  I'd rather be punished."

Mrs. Ball grits her teeth.  "What is your name?"

"Claire," Sarah's mom replies.

"OK, Claire.  I'll give you one last chance to do as I say.  I promise you your punishment will be far more demeaning, painful, and perverted than you can even imagine.  If I were in your shoes I would give the massage.  But, since you're struggling so much with doing this to your daughter, I'm going to make it easier on you."

Mrs. Ball walked to her duffle bag and pulled out a blindfold.  She stood behind Claire and placed it over her eyes.

"What's this?"

"There," Mrs. Ball replied, "now you don't have to see your daughter.  You can pretend you're touching someone else.  Maybe even your husband if that makes you feel better."

Claire felt around blindly until her palm cupped Sarah's calf.  It was ridiculous to pretend this was a part of her husband's body.  It was so thin, smooth and hairless.  But, maybe she could pretend it was another woman besides her daughter.

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Mrs. Ball grabbed Claire's fingers and adjusted them to the inside of Sarah's knees.  "Now, use your fingertips to apply outward pressure along this muscle."  She guided Claire's hand halfway up the thigh and let go.  Claire stopped moving up the thigh and massaged where her hands were left.  Mrs. Ball saw her stall and said, "Massage the rest of the muscle, Claire."

The blindfold made this much more terrifying.  Claire couldn't tell what her fingers would run into.  She moved her fingertips as slowly as possible along the upper thigh.  Maybe if she stalled long enough the teacher would move to someone else?

"Keep going until you reach the end of that muscle,"  Mrs. Ball said.

Claire's fingers started to tremble.  She didn't know how close she was to the end, but it must have been very close.  She knew her hands passed under the towel and she felt her daughter's warmth radiating on her fingertips.  Maybe if she kept her fingers firmly pressed against the thighs, she could avoid touching her daughter's vulva, but she couldn't stop shaking from fear...

Claire's fingers bumped into something unexpectedly.  Oh god, what was that?  It was so soft and fleshy.  She recoiled her fingers into a claw to withdraw and Sarah squeezed her thighs closed on her hand.  "I'm sorry, baby," Claire called out. "I didn't mean to."

"It's ok, mom,"  Sarah yelled through the hole in the table.  "You didn't touch anything."  She lied.  Actually, her mom's fingertips had just bumped into her puffy labia and she jumped in shock.

"Very good," Mrs. Ball said, "Now I'm going to place your fingers back at the knee and we're going to do that again."  Mrs. Ball diligently stood there and had Claire repeat the process over and over again.  Half the time her fingers touched her daughter's vulva but each time they got a little desensitized to it.  Eventually, Sarah stopped closing her thighs on impact and Claire's fingers stopped shaking.  

When it got to that point, Mrs. Ball grabbed Claire's hands and placed them on a different spot.  "I want you to put your hands there and use your thumbs to massage in circles on this spot right here."  

Claire had a feeling she her hands were cupping her daughter's ass but she didn't know what her thumbs were massaging.  Whatever it was was radiating an extreme amount of warmth.

Sarah closed her eyes and imagined something else was happening.  Her mom's hands were on her ass and her thumbs were placed on the groove between her vulva and her legs.  As her thumbs circled, they'd smush her lips together and spread them apart over and over again.  

Sarah did her best to deny that this felt good, but after a minute of this her own body betrayed her.  Sarah's moisture was building up inside her and her mom's fondling started to make little wet popping noises.  Sarah was ashamed of the sounds she was making from her mom's touch.  It was loud enough that anyone standing by the table would surely be able to hear it, but neither her mom nor Mrs. Ball said anything.

Just when she thought she couldn't feel more embarrassed, she got startled by another feeling:  She felt the towel on her bottom riding up.  She moved her arms to pin it down in place but instead of grabbing a towel, she grabbed Mrs. Ball's hand.  Why was her teacher pulling her towel away?

Mrs. Ball moved the towel to Sarah's lower back so her whole ass was exposed.  She moved behind Claire and gently lifted the blindfold.  It took a while for Claire's eyes to adjust.  She must have been molesting her daughter for quite a while.  When her eyes focused, she saw something that will remain burned into her memory for the rest of her life.

Claire saw her thumbs on her daughter's vulva.  As they circled toward Sarah's thighs, she saw the source of the wet popping sounds.  Her flush vaginal slit popped open and Claire could see inside her daughter.  A translucent white line of juice had secreted out of it and gravity pulled it down to her clitoris.  Once the trail reached the clitoris, it didn't flow over it, it chose a path to the side. From there it was collecting in a tiny pool on the massage table.  When Claire's thumbs circled close together, she saw Sarah's slit shut tight.  Claire pulled back as she realized she had been masturbating her daughter like this for minutes.  

"See?" Mrs. Ball said to Claire, "I knew you'd be really good at it if you just tried.  And I can tell Sarah really appreciated it."  Mrs. Ball scooped up a dangling thread of vaginal juice near Sarah's clitoris onto her finger and showed it to Claire.  Mrs. Ball smiles and says, "Don't you feel like your relationship is much more intimate now?"

The teacher looks at the slime on her fingertip and says, "Back where where you came from," to it. Then she wipes her finger off on Sarah's clitoris who lifts her head off the table while moaning and shuts her thighs.

Claire can't believe what Mrs. Ball just did.  How can a teacher touch a student in that way?  Claire seethes with anger when she realizes that in this case, that student is her own daughter.  The rage was quickly replaced with self disgust at what she had done with her daughter.  Claire watched Mrs. Ball nonchalantly walk to the next table as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened.

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<!-- TODO: write more of this scene.  Maybe visit another mother/daughter.  Different positions?  Massage on the front?  Towels off?  Breast massage?-->You walk between the tables and see the effect of Sarah's speech.  All the moms are massaging their daughters without complaint.  

Mrs. Ball instructs the moms to hike the towels up so there's only a hand's length of space below the buttock.  You can tell by the mother's reactions that many get unwanted peeks at their daughters vaginas as they adjust the towels higher.  

Then Mrs. Ball tells them to keep their hands under the towel at all times during the massage.  This obstructs their view and causes many accidental vulva touches.

15 minutes ago these mothers were ready to revolt.  Now they're inappropriately massaging their daughters.  As you leave you tell Mrs. Ball, "I'm amazed at what you do.  I can't wait to inform the Anonymous Benefactor of how this class went."

[[Office->Office]]
You remember you promised Amy's mom you'd talk to her.  You walk up to her and see her struggling to massage her daughter in such a sexual way.  "I believe you wanted to discuss the student's clothing?"

Amy's mom uses this as a reprieve from the massage and takes her hands off her daughter.  "Ah, yes.  I just..."

You grab Amy's towel and pull it behind your back, exposing her bare bottom and slit.  Amy's vulva is extremely puffy relative to her size. Her labia major envelope everything and one would have to peel them open to expose the clitoris and the tiny inner lips.  Once Amy feels the breeze, she closes her legs tight, obscuring the nice view you had.

"Given the possibilities," you interrupt, "I don't think the school uniforms are that revealing."

Amy's mom can't believe what just happened.  She uses her hands to obstruct your view of her daughter's private parts.  "Give me that towel back!"

"First, we should finish the conversation we started.  Amy," you tap her thigh, "spread your legs."  She does as she's told.  Amy's mom winces and focuses on making eye contact with you.

You walk to the front of the massage table and stroke Amy's hair with your free hand.  Her mom at the foot of the table has to look past her spread daughter to look you in the eyes.  You point your empty hand at Amy's rear and say, "Please, don't stop massaging on my account."  Amy's mom does her best to avert her eyes when she places her hands on her daughter's inner thigh.  "Did I ever catch your name," you ask.

She glares at you.  "Beth."

"What a pretty name!  Well, Beth.  As I was saying.  I can think of a lot of things that would be far more revealing than the current PE uniforms.  Like this, for example."  You drop the towel on the ground, bend over at your hips, and place each hand on Amy's butt.  It's incredibly soft.  It feels like she hasn't worked out a day in her life.  You gently pull outward to part her cheeks and expose what's behind them.  You doubt Beth has ever had an opportunity to study her daughter's anus.

You look up and see a concerned look on Beth's face.  "Please stop," she begs.

"Let me ask you, do you wish your daughter were wearing those PE shorts right now?"

"...Yes," Beth replies.

"But, earlier you said they were too revealing.  What's made you change your tune?"

She started to stutter, "I've... I've realized that they're not that bad."  She momentarily breaks eye contact to glance at your fingertips.  "I... I mean relative to some alternatives."

"Good," you smile.  You grab the towel off the floor and throw it at Beth's chest so she can cover her daughter.  She scrambles to drape it over Amy to hide her nudity.

As you walk away, you hear Beth apologizing to Amy what just happened.

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(set: $finished_foot_measure to true)You show up to Mrs. Eigen's class right before it's started.  She's a skinny, middle aged woman with thick glasses.  Her hair is in a tight bun with a pencil through it. She's sitting by her desk writing some notes.  Without looking up, she says, "Hello, Principal $name".

You say hi as you walk up to her and ask, "What's the agenda for today?"

"Well," she replies, "I was thinking we could have a very low pressure class today to give the students a little reprieve from the normal stresses they experience in their other classes."

You raise an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you sure that's wise?  Remember, the survival of this school depends on the donations from the Anonymous Benefactor.  He seems to donate more when they are - how did you word it? - "stressed"."

"I know, I know.  But hear me out.  Maybe if we lay off the pressure and give gentle guidance, the students could really surprise you and come up with something creative.  It could be something the Anonymous Benefactor really likes that we wouldn't have thought of on our own."

"Hmm," you grab your chin and look to the side. This seems too risky.  You tell her, "We're hanging on by a thread here..."

Mrs. Eigen stands up and places both palms on her desk.  In a polite but direct tone, she interrupts, "We've been hanging on by a thread for a month.  If we keep doing what we're doing, we'll be hanging on by a thread for another month.  I think the only way to break out of this pattern is to experiment.  And isn't experimentation what you've been encouraging us do in our classes anyway?  Please, just give it a chance and if it doesn't work out, I'll go back to something more traditional."

It's difficult to argue with that logic.  "I suppose you have a point and I appreciate your candor.  Earlier you mentioned some sort of "gentle guidance".  What did you mean by that?"

She opens her drawer, pulls out a bunch of measuring equipment, and places it on her desk.  She looks at you and smiles.  "I'll tell the students to pick a body part of their choosing and spend the class measuring as many aspects of it that they can come up with.  One person will measure the other's body part."

Left to their own devices, you doubt the students will come up with something appealing to the Anonymous Benefactor.  You envision every student measuring each other's hands or some other unsexy body part.  You're about to express your concern but when you look at Mrs. Eigen you see how excited she is about her idea.

You sigh, fake a smile, and say, "Let's see how it goes.  And, thank you for trying to experiment.  As you mentioned, I always appreciate that."

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You hate to say, "I told you so", but it looks like your initial fears were justified.  The students break up into groups and measure each other's hands, elbows, noses, etc.  All of which are unlikely to excite the Anonymous Benefactor.

You make eye contact with Mrs. Eigen across the room and see a concerned look on her face.  Maybe it was a mistake to give the students this much freedom.  Yes, everyone looks happy and playful, but that doesn't keep the school doors open.

You walk to her side so you're both facing the class and whisper out of the corner of your mouth.  "Do you see any pairs doing anything the Anonymous Benefactor would like?"

Mrs. Eigen anxiously scans the room.  With a frown she says, "I'm sorry... I really thought at least one pair would do something interesting with the assignment.  Maybe I should give a pair direct guidance like I normally do."  She chews on her nail as she thinks about that.  Forcing a pair to do something would be akin to admitting defeat.  She exhales a slow breath, walks to a pair, and starts talking to them.  You can't make out the words but the longer Mrs. Eigen talks the more gloomy they get.

Something interesting catches your eye.  You walk up to Mrs. Eigen and tap her on the shoulder.  "Where's Casey's pair?"

She turns and sees that Casey is the only student sitting in the back row and she appears to be laughing.  Mrs. Eigen replies, "That's odd, I don't know.  Hold on a second, girls," she says to the pair.  As you and Mrs. Eigen walk over to Casey, you see a relieved look on the faces of the students you just left.

As you get closer, you realize that Casey actually is, in fact, with another student.  But her pair, Kira, is sitting cross legged on the floor so the other desks obscured your view of her.  You squint as you try to make sense of the situation.  One of Casey's sneakers is on the floor and the other is still on her foot.  They're giggling at each other as Kira attempts to pull off the second shoe and Casey coyly moves her dangling leg to evade Kira from capturing it.  They seem to be having even more fun than the rest of the class.

When they notice you and Mrs. Eigen staring, they gasp.  Casey crosses her ankles and lifts them behind the desk seat so you can't see her missing shoe.  Kira grabs it off the floor and hides it behind her back.  They look terrified that they're going to get in trouble.

You smile and do your best to soften the mood.  "I'm sorry to interrupt!  I had a real quick question though.  What were you two planning on measuring?"

They look at each other and both say, "Umm.."  Are they trying to think of a lie?  Kira pouts and says, "I was going to measure her feet.  Are we in trouble for not starting?"

You feel an elbow jab you in your side.  You turn your head and see the source is Mrs. Eigen with a massive grin on her face.

Mrs. Eigen says to them, "Not at all!  What creative idea!  We were just walking by.  Come, Principal $name.  Let's check on some other students.  Have fun, you two."  She hooks her arm under yours, speed walks you a few desks away, and turns you so your backs are facing them.  Barely able to contain her excitement she whispers, "I told you so!  I told you one of them would do something exciting!  I knew it!"

"OK, OK, you were right," you beam.  "Assuming the Anonymous Benefactor has a foot fetish, this should go over well.  Now let go of my arm.  Let's pretend we're looking at another pair then watch them when they're distracted."

She let's go of your arm and says, "Sounds like a plan, but let's be sneaky about it and split up.  They'll act differently if they know we're watching."

You hear Kira giggle and take it as your cue to turn around and watch from a distance.

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Kira has one hand cupped around Casey's calf and the other frantically trying to pull off the shoe before she loses her grip.  You see Casey laughing while trying to kick her leg free and yelling, "No!"  

Ignoring the cry, Kira hooks two fingers between the shoe and foot and pulls it off.  She holds her trophy up with both hands and yells, "Yes!  I got your stupid shoe."  She opens her hand and let's it fall to the floor.

"Give it back!" Casey playfully yells as she clumsily kicks her leg to touch Kira with her sock.

"I think I'd rather take your sock instead!" Kira yells as she spins from her position on the floor, putting her back to Casey.  In that same motion she wraps her arm around Casey's outstretched leg and traps it against against her body.

"What the.." Casey was incredulous.  Kira pulled that off so fast her leg was captured before she even knew what was happening.  In an attempt to free herself, Casey jabs her toes into Kira's waist and wiggles them.

Kira bucks from the tickling and threatens, "You really want to start a tickle fight in this position?"  Kira moves her free hand's fingertips like a spider against the arch of Casey's foot.

Casey's eyes bug out as her whole body stiffens.  Her reflexes make her try to slide out through the bottom of the desk.  When she realizes Kira's body is blocking that path, she tries to escape out the top by pushing her hands against the desk. Unfortunately for Casey, Kira has her entire arm wrapped around her leg and Casey is laughing so hard she doesn't have her full strength to push herself out.  She pumps her leg back and forth and you see Kira's shoulder move to the same rhythm as Casey's leg.  She can't go anywhere unless Kira let's go.  The high pitched squeals coming from Casey draw the attention of the entire class but they're both too involved to notice.

"Stop!" Casey yells, almost out of breath.  "I'm gonna pee!"

"What do I get if you stop?"

"Sock!" Casey can't even speak right anymore.

"Prooooomise?" Kira asks in a drawn out way to extend the tickle torture.

"Yes! Oh my.. I promise!  Please!"

Kira releases her grip and Casey's leg carelessly falls to the floor.  When Kira turns around she sees Casey's eyes are welling with tears and her face is flush, but she has a huge grin on her face.  She's slumped in her chair breathing heavily to catch her breath.  When she can breath she sits up, sniffles, and wipes her eyes on her sleeve. She and pokes Kira's tummy gently with her foot and playfully says, "Jerk."  

The rest of the class goes back to focusing on their assignments.  Casey and Kira are looking at each other awkwardly and the only thing that can be heard is Casey's heavy breath.  Casey breaks the ice.  She extends her leg and circles her foot around Kira then asks, "Well?"

[[Continue->FootMeasure4]]
Kira clears her throat and her face turns serious.  She holds out her palm and Casey obediently places her calf into it.  Kira hooks her fingers into the back of the ankle sock and pulls down until the heel is exposed.  She looks up and teases, "Do you, like, moisturize every hour?"  The heel was perfection.  It looked extremely soft and there wasn't a hint of dryness or cracked skin.

"Shut up, dork." Casey retorted.

Kira held Casey's heel with both hands and slipped her thumbs underneath the sock at the arch.  "I'm gonna take it off now."  Kira stuck the tip of her tongue out of her mouth and bit down on it and her lower lip as she focused on her work.  She applied a pressure with massage-like force to Casey's arch and saw the toes spread then curl.  Kira looked up and saw Casey was biting her lower lip, too.  They bashfully smiled at each other before breaking eye contact.  Kira loosened her grip to let gravity drop the foot an inch lower in her hands.  Because Kira's thumbs were underneath the sock, this pulled the sock off her foot another inch.  Kira continued the massage at the new location.

Casey moans and a quick smile flickers on Kira's face, but she doesn't look up to make eye contact this time. Casey makes a fist and chews on her knuckles to contain a squeal from escaping her mouth.

Kira continues this a few more times: She lets the foot drop, this pulls the sock up, and she massages the new spot.  Eventually the sock falls off and Casey's glistening, purple toe nails are revealed.  Kira massages the ball of the foot to have the toes spread to her whim.  This allows her to inspect the nails at different angles.  This must be a fresh coat of polish because it's so shiny and has no chips.  She decides to ask Casey if she just got a pedicure but stops short when she sees the expression on her face.  

Casey is looking down at Kira with her index fingernail in her mouth.  Her demeanor is so relaxed her face almost looks sleepy.  Without a word, she naughtily smiles and extends her other socked foot to Kira.

Kira repeats the same process on the other foot until the sock comes off.  When it does, Kira uses the nail on her index finger to trace a line from the ball of her foot to the arch.  Casey reacts by looking at the ceiling and pushing against her desk.  Her toes curl tight until the fingernail completes its journey.

"Tickles?" Kira asks.

Casey breathes heavily a few times before whispering, "No."  Her eyes beg Kira to do it again.  

Kira lifts the other foot with one hand and points her index finger at it with the other.  "Again?"

Casey is too embarrassed to ask for it so she puts her index finger back in her mouth and tries to say yes with body language.

Kira thinks she just got permission.  She traces her nail across foot and watches Casey's expression with wonderment.  She slowly closed her eyes as she took her finger out of her mouth and tilted her head up toward the ceiling.  A hum-like moan escapes her mouth.  As soon as she realizes she made that sound her eyes pop open in embarrassment.  She expected a look of judgement or disgust on Kira's face but either Kira didn't hear it or she didn't care.  She's not even looking at Casey's face. Instead, she begins tracing her finger from the heel back up to the toes.

Casey grabs onto her desk and moans, "Oh, wow."  As Kira starts tracing figure eights up and down Casey's foot, she closes her eyes and slips back into a state of bliss.

[[Continue->FootMeasure5]]
Kira looks up without stopping and sees Casey with her eyes closed and her mouth open.  Periodic moans can be heard.  This is really fun.  What else would Casey like?  Because Casey hadn't opened her eyes the whole time, Kira gained the confidence to find out.  She moves her nose to the foot and quietly sniffs it while she continues to trace.  She made sure to sniff the toes, the arch and the heel.  It's surprising how clean it is.  How could something that's wrapped up in a sock all day smell so inoffensive?  Regardless, Kira was convinced that the foot wasn't dirty.

She noticed that Casey's toes wiggled as her nail traced the arch so she waited for a moment when she was tracing another part and gave the big toe a quick smooch with her lips.  It twitched on contact but Casey didn't seem to notice.  Just as important to Kira, it didn't taste weird.  She coordinated her timing and kissed the tip of the next one.

Casey opened her eyes and saw Kira's mouth by her toes.  With a breathy voice said, "What are you doing?"  But as soon as she asked, her head rolled back and she started moaning again.  The tracing felt too good.

Mrs. Eigen walks up to you and whispers, "Did you see what just happened?"

You ask, "You mean that Kira started incorporating her mouth without being told?"

"Not just that, but Casey seems to be in pure ecstasy."  She blushes and says, "Honestly, I'm a little jealous.  It looks like it feels amazing.  Where did Kira learn that?"  You shrug and continue to watch from a new position.

When Kira kisses the pinky, she goes back toward the big toe, kissing each one along the way.  When Casey notices her toes are being touched, she opens her eyes and sees that Kira had been kissing them.  She teases, "Gross, you weirdo!" then starts wiggling her toes to avoid the kisses. 

Rather than kiss the next toe, Kira stops and stares at the waving.  "Ooh, look how they dance," she thinks.  She looks up and tells Casey to keep doing that.  With her tracing hand she pinches the big toe so she can feel it move back and forth.  Having experienced that, she wants to see what it would feel like when the toes squeezed on her.  She crooks her index finger and sticks it under the squirming toes.  Every time Casey clenches, it felt like a little hand trying to hold on to her finger.

"Wait.. umm.." Casey interrupted.  She exhaled sharply and broke eye contact to say, "Don't think I'm weird, but I kinda..." with an upward inflection, "liked the kissing?"

"Gross, you weirdo!" Kira said.  With a wink, she grabs Casey's heel and wraps her lips halfway around the big toe.  This open mouth kiss was more passionate than the others had been.  After a few seconds of suction, she uses her tongue to follow the crease underneath the knuckles.

Casey closes her eyes shut, grabs her own thighs, and says, "fuck," under her breath.  Embarrassed by her outburst, she covered her mouth with both hands and made sure nobody heard that.  She saw Kira looking back at her with an open mouth smile.  She just made Casey swear.  Casey teased, "Oh, so you think you can judge *me* for having a dirty mouth when you just had a toe in yours?"

They both giggle.  "Don't make me bite you," Kira says as she daintily bites down on both sides of the big toe.  She flicks her tongue like a snake against the underside.  "You like that?" Kira asks with her mouth full.

"It tickles, but in a good way."

It dawns on Kira that Casey likes her tongue more than anything.  She releases the big toe from her mouth and slides her tongue between it and the index toe.  Casey squeals and contracts her foot.  The gentle pressure of the contraction feels nice on her tongue. As she gyrates her tongue, she can feel the little appendages tapping against her upper lip.

When Kira takes her other hand and traces figure eights on the foot it pushes Casey over the edge.  She melts in her chair into a slumped position and whimpers while rubbing her crotch over her skirt.  Kira stops everything and expresses her shock.  "What the hell, you pervert?!"

Mortified, she pouts, "I'm sorry, Kira!" Whispering, "It... it felt too good."  Casey avoids eye contact while grabbing her chin and pinching her lower lip.

Kira looks around and whispers back, "It's ok, I don't think anyone saw."

"You mean you're not mad?"

Kira hesitates for a long time and thinks about whether she should say what she's going to say next.  She leans in so nobody hears, "Do you think you can do that quietly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Kira's expression changes to innocent cheerfulness, "you seem so happy when I lick.  You like it, right?"

"...yeah..."

"So can I keep doing it?  I want to make you... happy."  Casey looked around the room to make sure no one was watching.  But before she could reply, Kira picked up her foot and started tracing again.  She pursed her lips on the big toe and looked up at Casey with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could give.  "Pllleease?"

Casey's hand slowly migrated back to her crotch as if it had a mind of its own.

"Yay," Kira said quietly to avoid drawing attention.

[[Continue->FootMeasure6]]
Kira traced figure eights as she licked the webbing between her toes and Casey moaned uncontrollably into her hand.  She sucked teach toe individually and did her best to straighten it in her mouth.

Kira decided to experiment with a new technique.  She held Casey's heel in her palms and rubbed her thumb nails up and down the arch.  To Kira's delight, the toes squirmed more than they ever had before, especially when her nail traced up to the toes.  At first both thumbs were going up and down at the same time, but she got the maximum effect when she spaced out her thumbs so one reached the top when the other reached the bottom.  She bit her lower lip in anticipation.  Turning her head 45 degrees, she lifted the heel to her mouth and fit 3 in at once.  She smiled when she felt and heard the purple nails clicking against the back of her teeth.  Casey really seemed to enjoy the figure eights Kira was doing between the webbing of the 3 toes.$casey_pantiless[

In a lusty tone, Casey asks, "Can I show you something?"

Kira takes her mouth off the foot to reply.  "Sure?"

Casey opens her knees a bit, pulls up her skirt, and reveals her vulva underneath.  Her slit is shiny with vaginal juices.

"Casey, what happened to your panties?!"

"Principal $name took them from me.  What do you think?"

"I think that's mean.  She shouldn't..."

"No dummy," Casey interrupted, "look how "happy" you're making me.  Isn't that what you wanted?"  Kira blushed and averted her eyes.  Casey purred, "It's ok, look."  She spread her knees a little wider.  "What do you think?"

"It looks...", Kira struggled for a word, "...happy?"

Casey smiled and pulled her skirt down to hide her nudity. "Such a dork," she lifted her foot to Kira's face and wiggled her toes to indicate she wanted more licking.  As she closed her eyes and faced the ceiling she muttered, "Such a cute dork," under her breath.]

Kira kissed from the heel to the balls of the feet then traced figure eights with her tongue.  Casey's moaning intensified.  She nibbled and sucked along one side and used her nails to tickle the other.

Kira was shocked when Casey seemed to kick her in the face.  It wasn't hard enough to hurt but the foot slipped out of her mouth.  When she heard Casey's ragged breath she looks up and sees Casey furrowing her brow with intense focus.  Casey exhales, "Oh god, oh god yes!" through her hand covering her mouth as her knees squeeze tight.  Kira sees Casey furiously rubbing herself while gyrating against her hand.  "Don't stop," she begs.

The toes were fully extended and gave her tongue easy access so she zig-zagged along the webbing.  When they started twitching, Kira turned her face sideways, wrapped her lips around the heel, and licked side to side.  She lowered and lifted the foot so she could suck and lick each part of it.

As Casey convulsed she heard Kira slurping on her foot.  The sensation of being licked all over was amazing.  When it was over, she slumped in her chair and panted.  When she noticed that Kira was still licking it started to tickle like crazy.  "No," she groaned as she pulled her foot away.  The feeling was now too intense.  She put her face down on her desk and silently panted while she came to her senses.

"Are you ok?" Kira asked.

"Mmm," is all Casey could reply.  Without opening her eyes or lifting her head, she reached over the desk and patted Kira on the head.  "Happy," is the only word she could muster.

Kira glowed with pride.  She was so glad that Casey liked it.  That feeling was short lived though when Kira noticed the clock.  

[[Continue->FootMeasure7]]
There were only 3 minutes left of class and they hadn't measured anything.  "Wake up! If we don't do the assignment we're going to get punished!"

With sloppy, almost drunk sounding reply Casey said, "I don't care," and she snored slightly when she inhaled.

You see Kira starting to panic.  She lifts Casey's lifeless foot and tries to measure from toe to heel.  You walk over to Mrs. Eigen and say, "Maybe you should throw them a life preserver."

She walks over and Kira looks up at her with terror in her eyes.  "It's OK darling," she says as she kneels down to Kira's height.  "You did great.  I'm going to give you two an "A"".

With a confused look on her face, Kira says, "But we don't have any measurements."

Mrs. Eigen cradled Kira's chin and wiped some saliva off the corner of her mouth with her thumb.  "Don't worry about it, honey.  I promise you won't be punished.  Doesn't that make you happy?"

Kira smiles and says, "Yes ma'am", while she gives Mrs. Eigen a big hug.  "Thank you!"

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From a distance you observe that all four of you are happy, in your own ways.  You're so thankful that Mrs. Eigen's experiment worked out and have a strange sense of pride that Kira and Casey were able to come up with that idea all on their own.  As you walk back to your office, you smile when you think about how you're going to explain what happened to the Anonymous Benefactor.

[[Office->Office]]
(set: $finished_drinking_fountain to true)You decide to wander the school hall and stop at the drinking fountain.  Normal drinking fountains have two side by side.  One is usually adult height and the other is child height.  But Saint Mary's is a little special in that both drinking fountains are always child height.  You had the adult height ones replaced a couple of weeks ago.  As a result, when the girls drink at it they have to bend over so far that it's often possible to get a nice view of their panties when they do.  You figure it might be nice to take a short break between classes and see who comes by to drink.

You don't have to wait long until a thirsty student walks by.  She's about to bend over to take a sip until she notices you there.  When she sees you she frowns momentarily and decides to walk by without getting a drink.

A crowd of 4 girls gathers at the lockers to your side.  Their conversation is like white noise to you, and you can't make out what they're saying but one of the members of the group is Olivia.  She has a reputation of being a bit of a bully.  She's a little taller than the rest of the girls, but not by much.  Her short, dirty blond hair makes her look a little androgynous, but she still has a very feminine figure.  As far as you can tell, the group doesn't even notice you there.  

Mia rushes to the drinking fountain and without caring who's watching, bends over to take a long drink.  You get more of a show than you could have ever anticipated.  When she bends over her skirt rides up and exposes more than just her panties: Her puffy labia have fallen out on each side of the crotch.  After you get over the initial shock you start to investigate how she could be so exposed. It seems she has ribbons wrapped around her panties.  These ribbons are wrapped so tight her labia can't fit in the panties.  You realize when Ms. Monet tied the ribbons around the panties earlier, those panties must have belonged to Mia.

You're not the only one who noticed Mia's labia popping out of her panties.  You can see that it caught the eye of Olivia.  She shushes the group of girls and quietly sneaks up behind the unsuspecting Mia.

Olivia sticks her palm below Mia's panties and with a crooked index finger swipes front to back.  As Olivia swipes, she can feel the gentle caress of the labia on both sides of her finger.

Mia grabs her bottom and jumps to face who touched her.  "Hey!" she screams.  She almost apologizes after she sees who it is.  Olivia is standing there proudly and the group of girls behind her are all laughing at Mia.  "Please don't touch me," Mia says as respectfully as she can.

Olivia steps forward so close she's looking directly down at Mia.  "Or what?"  Mia started to cower.  "You still look thirsty.  You should lap up more."  This was a command, not a suggestion.

When Mia bent over to drink more, Olivia hiked Mia's skirt up so the top rested on her lower back.  This fully exposed Mia's labia to whoever walked by.  You think you see Mia's legs tremble a bit.

Olivia calls the other three over to get close and all of them squat down so the show is eye level.  Olivia gently pinches a labia between her thumb and index and rubs in a circular motion.  She starts to smile and says to the group, "It's so smooth and soft, you really should feel it."  They all take turns pinching and pulling both of Mia's labia.  One girl oohs and smiles at the group as she pets it from top to bottom with her finger.  "Keep drinking," Olivia yells back to Mia even though nobody would need to drink this long no matter how thirsty they were.

"Before you go," Olivia says, "I want to make sure you're presentable."  She pinches both labia and pulls them out so they're even more exposed.  When she let's go, they wrap around the crotch of the panties.  Olivia pats the lips with her fingers and says, "Now you look even better.  OK, you can stop drinking."

Mia turned around with her arms crossed.  Without making eye contact she asked, "May I go?"

Olivia booped Mia on the nose with her fingertip which made a wet mark with the vaginal juices.

"Ew," Mia said as she used her sleeve to wipe it off.

"Did I say you could wipe that off," Olivia asked.  "I'll let you go if you promise not to wipe it off this time."

Mia started to pout.  She didn't really have a say in the matter so she obediently nodded.

Olivia dragged her index from Mia's nose to her chin, making sure to peel back her bottom lip as she did.  With a sadistic smile she said, "You can go."

With her head facing the floor and her arms crossed, Mia ran as fast as she could into the restroom.  Olivia's group continued to chat as though nothing noteworthy had just happened.  You remind the group that class is about to start and walk back to your office.

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(set: $week to 3)That was a great week and AB really appreciated all the stories.  But, s/he feels like you could be a little more creative if only you had the tools to do so.  That's why AB decided to give the school the generous donation of an Engineering class.  AB even found a teacher for you so you don't even have to interview for the position.  Her name is Ms. Tink and her first class will be starting first thing next week.

[[Continue->Engineering]]
As you walk into the new engineering class you stop to admire how busy it is.  There are men in beige jumpsuits with dollies moving heavy engineering equipment inside and placing them wherever a woman in an orange jumpsuit points.  She has a petite build and long hair tied up into a bun.  The small pencil behind her ear and grease stains on her outfit make you think she may be an engineer.  You walk up to her and ask, "Are you Ms. Tink?  Who are these men?"

She smiles and extends her hand to shake, "Pleased to meet you." Her firm hands are careful not to crush yours.  "Oh, these are the Anonymous Benefactor's men.  I understand that this is an all-girls school so don't worry, they'll be out of your hair as soon as possible.  We always use them to set up a new lab."

You raise an eyebrow.  "You've met the Anonymous Benefactor?"

"Well, not exactly.  But we have worked together before.  He pays handsomely but the payments are always anonymous."

It's difficult to move past an opportunity to learn more about AB.  "So AB is a "he" then?"

"Well... now that you mention it.  I suppose I've always just assumed so.  I mean, I've never really met a woman who is as perverse as he is.  Doesn't it stand to reason?  Anyway, let's not dwell on that.  There's more important matters to discuss.  Like, what do you want us to build first?"

You look to one of the men then back to her.  "By us, do you mean you and them?"

She chuckles, "Oh no, I mean the students and I.  Like I said, the men will be leaving shortly.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.  There's something thrilling about having a person create a device and making them wonder the whole time if they'll become the user of it, don't you think?"  She stares off into the distance and loses herself in thought.  With a grin, she returns to the conversation, "So, what should we make?"

[[Continue->Engineering2]]
Ms. Tink beckons you to her desk where she has many rolled up blueprints.  

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]} "I was told you have an art class," she says as she unrolls a blueprint.  "Well, these sturdy, metal easels would be perfect for that!  They have metal loops along the inside and outside of the frame and more loops at the tripod legs.  These can be used to tie or handcuff someone to the device in all sorts of ways.  You can really get creative with it.  The thick metal tripod ensures that it can hold any student's weight.  No matter how hard they struggle, they won't bend or tip over."

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"Hmm," she nods as she touches her index finger to her lips, "excellent choice.  This isn't my first rodeo.  We'll have these $new_engineering_title built before the middle of the week.  They'll be delivered to the teacher's class before you know it."

With both of her hands she shakes yours.  "I can tell this is going to be a great collaboration.  I'm used to the principals of the schools being a little concerned when I describe the devices but you didn't even hesitate.  If inspiration strikes and I come up with something unique, would you want to hear about it?"

"Of course," you reply, "I'm always encouraging my teachers to be as creative as possible."

Her face lights up with awe, she clasps harder and shakes faster than before.  "That's great!  No wonder the Anonymous Benefactor transferred me here.  He must of seen how my talents were being wasted at Palimo University."

When she releases her hands, you pat her on the shoulder and welcome her to the school.  "Unfortunately," you say, "I really must be going now to check on the other classes."

She nods, runs back to her desk, and starts sketching on a piece of paper as if you've already left.

[[Office->Office]]
(set: $finished_futa_painting to true)You walk into Ms. Monet's class before it starts and see her scrambling.  She looks up and says, "Oh I'm so glad you came early.  Could you lend me a hand here?"

The first thing you notice is 4 trans girls standing naked in a corner.  They're doing what they can to cover their bodies but otherwise seem to be waiting patiently for their next instruction.

Ms. Tink, the engineering teacher, delivered 4 metal easels to the classroom and they're positioned in a row at the front.  Behind each easel is a piano bench.  Ms. Monet must have borrowed them from the music class.  A short side of the bench is pushed against the easel so there's no space between them.  Ms. Monet is frantically putting books under each bench leg to lift it higher.  When you look through the frame of one of the easel, you see the top of the piano bench through the other.

"How can I help?" you ask.

Ms. Monet grunts and says, "There, I lifted them all."  She turns to you and says, "We have to get the girls into position and that means we'll have to tie some complicated knots."  She shows me a few strands of rope in her hand.  "You there," she points to an African American trans girl named Luna, "Yes, you dear.  Please lay down face first on the piano bench."

"Yes ma'am," the girl replies without a hint of reservation.  She lays down and faces the easel's frame.

"No, no.  The other way, dear," she says with a warm smile.  "It's not your face I want in the frame."   Luna spins her body 180 so that when you look through the frame you get a view of her ass and dangling testicles.  She straddles the piano bench so her arms and legs are dangling on each side.

"Perfect," Ms. Monet says as she kneels to the side of the bench.  She looks up at you and says, "It would be wonderful if you could help me tie the girls.  The first thing we need to do is tie her ankle to her thigh.  I'll show you how."  Ms. Monet has Luna bend her heel to her buttock and loops a piece of rope through so they're restrained in that position.  "Can you help me tie all the other girls like this?"

<img src="images/ankle_to_thigh.jpg"/>

The other 3 girls straddle the bench like Luna and you do your best to follow Ms. Monet's instructions.  This is your first time tieing someone up and you have to redo a few knots but when you finish, Ms. Monet looks eternally grateful.

"Phew!" she says.  "Now that that's done, we have to tie a rope from an ankle to a loop on the metal frame."  She looks at you as she rubs Luna's  shoulder, "Make sure to make it as snug as possible.  We don't want the girls to be able to squirm away now."  She threads a rope through a loop on the metal frame and through an ankle restraint then ties it as tight as possible so there's no slack.  She does the same with the other ankle restraint.  

With Luna's ankles securely fastened to the metal easel, she can move her arms but she won't be able to scoot away.  She's also unable to cover her crotch with her legs or feet because they're pulled apart to each side of the frame.  You look through the frame and see her testicles horizontally and vertically centered.  Ms. Monet steps to the front of the easel, reaches underneath Luna's scrotum and grabs the penis.  She pulls back on it and steps away so you can see.

Luna was laying on her penis so her testicles and body covered it but now it hangs straight down and is perfectly framed by the easel.  Its sensitive underside faces you and you admire how large it is even though Luna is completely soft: It's tip is touching the bottom of the frame.

Ms. Monet smiles when she notices you staring.  "Wonderful view, isn't it?  This will be our canvas!  But, it's already a piece of art." She frowns for a moment and says, "I'm a little worried what I've got planned today is like asking the students to improve on the Mona Lisa."  She pauses before saying, "Anyway! Can you help me tie the others girls just like this?"

"I'll do my best," you reply.

"Make sure they're in frame, just like this," Ms. Monet points up and down Luna's shaft.  

You nod.  When the 4 girls are "in frame", Ms Monet says, "There's one last knot we have to tie.  We should tie their arms behind their wrist so they don't accidentally flail during the lesson."

"Gotcha, how do I do that?"

She walks to Luna's side and demonstrates.  "Have them cross their arms behind them at their lower back and have them grab their forearms.  Then, tie the rope around both."

<img src="images/wrist_to_wrist.jpg"/>

After she shows you on the next girl, you understand how to do it and are able to help her out.

"Thanks so much, I really needed the help.  There's one last thing and it'll be really easy."  She walks to her desk and picks up 4 folded blankets.  "I want to drape these over the top of them.  That way the students can focus on the canvas in front of them and won't be distracted by anything else."  

She hands you two blankets.  As you cover the girls, you make sure to leave their hind quarters exposed so they're visible through the frame.  The blanket will also act as a blindfold to the trans girls.  Being a part of the initial setup makes you excited to see what's going to happen next.

[[Continue->FutaPainting2]]
As the students enter the room, they appear overwhelmed by the elaborate setup.  In front of them are 4 lewd "canvases".  Each one of a different trans girls' penis.  When everyone has taken a seat, Ms. Monet begins, 

"Welcome!  Today we have a very special class.  Normally when we paint, we do it on a flat canvas but today we get to practice on an unorthodox surface.  Ms. Tink, the engineering professor was kind enough to give us 4 metal easels.  And instead of painting on our usual flat canvas," she reaches behind a trans girl's soft penis and pulls it so it's closer to the class, "we'll be painting these.  Doesn't that sound like fun?"

She continues, "You'll want a firm surface to paint on so make sure your canvas is rigid before you start.  That will also give you more surface to paint on.  Don't stress if that proves difficult. I'll be walking around to provide help."

"Now I know there's a lot more of you than there are easels so we'll have to break up into groups and rotate who paints.  Any questions before we begin?"  You see a lot of furrowed brows in the audience, but nobody looks confused. "No? Good, let's get started.  I'll let you choose your own groups."

[[Continue->FutaPainting3]]
Once the groups form and get situated, it doesn't take long before one raises their hand.  Ms. Monet comes over and asks what's wrong.  

The easel frames Luna, the well endowed African American and she's notorious for being difficult to turn on.  A student complains, "We can't get the penis hard."

"Canvas," Ms. Monet gently corrects, "try to not think of it as a penis, but as a blank page you can do *anything* with.  When you clear your mind of that word, it'll be easier to come up with creative ideas."  

"Anyway, this may be challenging.  Let's see what we can do.  Here," she grabs a student's hand and wraps it around the middle of Luna's shaft.  "You tell me if it's having an effect, ok Darling?"  She sees the expression of surprise on the student's face and reassures her, "Remember, it's just a canvas."  

Ms. Monet places her fingertips on each buttock and spreads them apart, revealing the tight anus.  She moves her lips close, purses them, and she blows gently on it.  It reacts to the cool breeze by tightening and relaxes when the teacher stops.  "Well?" she asks the student.

The student looks pensively toward the ceiling while squeezing the shaft with her fingers.  "Hmm," she looks back to her teacher, "I think it's harder than before."

"Great! OK let's do this," Ms. Monet picks up a dry paintbrush and hands it to another student then goes back to spreading Luna's cheeks.  "I want you to do your best and trace each wrinkle from the inside to the outside, ok?"  Each stroke of the paintbrush caused the anus to shrink as it contracted.  But after enough time of this, it adjusted to the feeling and relaxed.

Ms. Monet looked down and saw a firm canvas that the students would be able to paint on.  In its hard state, it was no longer hanging down.  It was pointing up and hidden behind the testicles again.  

"Oh dear, that won't do," Ms. Monet said as she grabbed the hard penis and pulled it down and back.  She pulled it through the frame and rested it on the bottom of the side she was on.  It was so long the bottom of the frame held it in place.  Before letting go she noticed she could feel a heartbeat pulsing through one of the thick veins.  

"Much better.  Now as long as you keep it this way, you've got a wonderful canvas to work with.  But, I have to visit other students so I can't stay here holding it open.  One of you will have to do that when I leave."  

She faced the student who was painting the anus, "You should experiment with that.  Here's a few ideas: Try spiraling from the outside to the inside then repeat.  Try different sized brushes and different pressures." 

"This part here can be very sensitive, too."  She dragged her fingernail from the top to bottom of Luna's perineum (AKA taint).  When she dragged, the testicles tightened, the penis throbbed, and the anus contracted.  A light gasp came from under the sheet.  "That was quite the reaction wasn't it?  This area I just touched is called the "taint".  If you get into trouble, you should try painting it, too."

"Now, before I leave, does anyone have any ideas of what they'd like to paint?"  The students thought hard, but didn't come up with any ideas.  "What about this here," Ms. Monet asked as she traced her fingernail along a vein of the shaft, "What does this remind you of?"

"Umm," a student thought, "A river?"

"Yes!  That's a great idea.  You could paint it as a river."

Another one chimed in, "A waterfall?"

"Also a great idea!  That works, too."

The student with the brush pointed at the anus and said, "And I could paint this like a sun!"

"There you go," Ms. Monet said in a jolly voice, "it does look like a sun, doesn't it?  Well, you students have come up with some great ideas.  I look forward to seeing your serene landscape at the end of the class.  Time for me to check on some other groups."

As she leaves you see another student climb on top of the blanketed trans girl and face the rest of the students.  She reaches her hands through the frame to spread Luna's cheeks.  This way she isn't in the way of the two painting the anus and penis.  You're confident Luna's muscular frame can easily support a student on her back.

[[Continue->FutaPainting4]]
You watch another group of students painting a medium sized canvas with intense focus.  Ms. Monet walks to your side and says, "Wow, I admire what they're trying to do here.  That will take a lot of work, but it's going to be beautiful."  She seems to understand what the students are working toward, but it's unclear to you.

Mia is by the frame using one hand to pull the penis so it points straight down and is painstakingly painting blue scales around the shaft with her other hand.  

You walk up to the group and ask what they're painting.  Mia looks up and says, "Well, when we looked at it, we kind of thought it looked like a fish, so that's how we're painting it.  We painted the base like flippers," she rotates it a little to the side, "and see those are the gills," they're made with a few black lines behind the penis head, "and eyes," made with tiny circles on the head.  She twists the other way to show you they're on both sides.  "And if you look at the bottom here," she points to the pee hole with her finger and giggles, "that's his little mouth!"

(link: "Ask Mia to show you how the pee hole is like a mouth?")["Like a mouth?" you ask.  You tell the Mia to demonstrate how so.  

With a charming smile, she says, "It goes like this," and purses her lips and makes kissing noises by opening and closing a hole in the middle of her mouth.  "Want to see?  Hold on a sec."  She blows on the paint until it dries.  The shaft stiffens from the air contact.

She pulls the penis back almost 180 degrees so that you have a clear view of the tip.  Then she holds the shaft in both hands and places her thumbs on each side of the pee hole slit.  As she spreads her thumbs and gently parts the pee hole open and closed, she makes the kissing noise with the same rhythm as her thumb movements.  When the pee hole flares open, you see how pink and glistening it is inside.  The open and close motion pushes out a drop of pre-cum that splashes on the floor, but Mia doesn't seem to mind or notice.  She looks up at you with glee is if she were enjoying a new toy.  "Isn't it funny?" she asks.

(link: "The mouth looks hungry to you.  You want to feed it something.")[You squat down to Mia's level and put your arm around her shoulder.  "The little fishy looks a little hungry to me.  What do you say we feed it something?"

"Wha..?", she looks confused.

"I'll show you.  Hold open the little mouth."

Still unsure, but curious, she holds the pee hole open wide.  You stick out your pinky finger and rotate your hand so the nail lines up with it.  The hole is so tiny that you have to approach it at an angle. You can only fit the corner of your trimmed nail.  You feel a bit of wetness on your fingertip.  The trans girl groans uncomfortably and tries to squirm, but the rope is holding her securely in place.  She's completely at your mercy.

You attempt to scoop out some pre-cum under your nail and as you do so, your nail brushes against the side of her sensitive urethra.  She groans louder and clenches her cheeks.

You hold the underside of your nail to Mia's face and see it glisten under the classroom light.  Mia let's go of the penis and looks down at your nail in awe but the rest of the students look a little disturbed.   But, it makes you happy that you were able to extract some fresh pre-cum straight from the source.

(link: "The fishy is even hungrier than you originally thought!  Let's feed it a big meal")[Ms. Monet squats down on the other side of Mia.  She's biting the side of her lip and her cheeks look flush.  She looks at you and smiles knowingly then turns to Mia and says in a baby voice, "The widdle fishy *still* looks hungry, don't you think?"  The group becomes quiet.  She pinches a thin paint brush by the bristles and says, "See this nummy fish food?  The little fishy might starve to death unless it gobbles up the whooole thing.  You don't want your little fishy to die, do you?"  She playfully bounces her hand up and down as she hands the paintbrush to Mia.  Mia's eyes cross as she focuses on the tip.

(link: "Nom nom nom.  Time to eat!")[You spread the pee hole open with your thumbs like Mia had done earlier and invite her to feed the fish.  She looks at the hole and back to you.  "Won't it hurt?"

You don't have a good reply.  "Oh, no," Ms. Monet reassures.  Mia turns her head to look at her teacher.  "See how wide his mouth is?  He's *really* hungry.  He really wants those nom noms..."

Mia looks at you then back to Ms. Monet.  She sees two encouraging faces, coaxing her to feed the fish.  She shrugs and with an uncertain smile she says, "OK, I'll feed him."

"Yay!" Ms. Monet praises as she gives Mia a little shoulder massage.  "He'll be so happy he'll love you forever."

Mia pointed the back of the paintbrush to the tip of the penis.  As she's about to stick it in, Ms. Monet interrupts, "Wait we can't do this."  You look at her and raise an eyebrow.  The students look relieved.  Ms. Monet walks to her purse and pulls out some lube.  When she comes back she squirts it on the paintbrush to lubricate it.  "There we go.  Let's continue."

Mia nervously bites her lower lip as she aims.  When the tip of the paintbrush enters, the trans girl groans and shifts the weight on her hips in a futile effort to escape.  Mia's eyes widen at the reaction and she stops.

You realize you need to do some damage control.  "Very good!" you encourage, "the fishy really liked that.  I can tell."

"Yeah," Ms. Monet plays along, "oh, but he's still very hungry.  I think you should feed him more."

"But aren't I hurting it?" she asks.

"Oh no," you both assure.  "The fishy loves it."

Mia goes for another attempt.  Her inhale hisses through her teeth and she closes one eye while gently sliding the paintbrush deeper.  You see a bump at the end of the blanket because the trans girl lifts her head up.  She squirms her hips and wails in agony.

"Wow," Ms. Monet coos, "you're so good at this.  Have you done this before?"

The penis was going soft.  Mia looks at you and asks if she should stop.  You reply, "I think we should keep going.  We've got 3 quarters of the way to go before the fishy is full.  But I know a helpful trick.  When I was a kid and I didn't want to eat my food, you know what my mom would do?"  Mia shook her head.  "She would rub my throat until I swallowed, like this."  You hold the penis back with one hand and form a hook with your index finger on the other then place it on the sensitive part of the shaft and wiggle it back and forth.  "This will help the fishy swallow."  As your skillful petting stiffens the penis, it grows and this growth swallows more of the paintbrush.

Ms. Monet says to Mia, "I have an idea.  Why don't we slowly push the rest of it in without stopping?  That way you'll be done faster."

Mia likes the thought of being done soon.  She glides the paintbrush in slowly.  You see the head under the blanket lift up further than before but without making a sound.  A sheen of sweat covers her legs and ass.

"Nom nom nom," Ms. Monet says. "In it goes.  Such a hungry fish, such a hungry fish," she whispers to herself.  As you rub the "fish's throat", you feel the tip of the paintbrush pass by your finger.  "You're doing excellent, Mia.  Look how happy he is.  He's going to be so full after this meal."  The trans girl's head is now bobbing up and down under the blanket and loud whimpers and cries can be heard.  You and Ms. Monet give your best attempt to explain how these are really cries of joy and the fish couldn't be happier.

Mia suddenly stops, "It.. it doesn't go anymore?"

"Oh," Ms. Monet replies.  "You've hit resistance?  That's wonderful!  It means our fishy friend is full.  You did a great job."  A quarter of the paintbrush is still sticking out of the pee hole.  You stop rubbing as Ms. Monet bites her lower lip and she slides her index and middle finger up and down the shaft with the paintbrush bump on either side.  "Wow, that is really neat.  Look how full it is.  His tummy is bulging."  She grabs Mia's hand and has her stroke it the same way.  "Feel the paint brush between your fingers?"  Mia nods.

You say, "I think the fishy is full now."  You let the penis point to the floor and watch the paintbrush become more visible until it finally falls to the ground.  The trans girl seems to slump a bit, and you hear her sigh, relieved that foreign body has evacuated.  You look at the other students and see that two of them were probably looking away the whole time.  The other one looks green, wide eyed, and is covering her mouth.

You turn to Mia and put your hands on the top of her shoulders.  "You did a great job there.  I'm so impressed with you."  She struggles to smile back at you.(set: $futa_painting_sounding to true)]]]]

You're pleased with what you've see here.  "Well now, I would like to check on another group to see what they're up to.  Enjoy painting the rest of the fish."

[[Continue->FutaPainting6]]
Near the end of the class, Ms. Monet claps and says, "Attention class!  It's time to wrap up whatever you're working on so that Principal $name and I can see your work.  And I'm going to take pictures of you with the art so we can all remember it."

The first canvas is Luna.  She's painted like a picturesque landscape and has many layers of yellow paint on her anus.  A student explains that they were trying to paint a sun but had to paint many layers or she'd go soft.

"I think it turned out great," Ms. Monet comments.  "Now group up so you'll all fit in the photo."  The students do as they're told, two on each side and the canvas in the middle.  "Everyone say cheese!"

[[Continue->FutaPainting7]]

You see two groups struggling to come up with ideas.  Each has two blank canvases.  Which one would you like to check up on?

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	(set: $futa_painting_uncircumcised to false)
	(go-to: "YouPaintFuta")
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You walk to the {(if: $futa_painting_uncircumcised)[
	smaller, uncircumcised
](else:)[
	larger, circumcised
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"We can't think of anything to paint," a student replies.  "Can you help us?"

"Hmm, well sure, I could help.  But this assignment is for your education, not mine.  I think it would be best if you came up with something on your own."

Ms. Monet comes over and rests her hand on your shoulder.  "I'm sorry to interrupt but I couldn't help overhearing the conversation.  I'd actually be honored if you were to pull up a chair and show the students how it's done.  I think they could really learn a lot from your example."

"Well," you hesitate, "are there any objections to me painting?  I don't want to take away from your studies."  Everyone seems happy to let you take over.  You grab a chair and sit down in front of the dangling soft canvas.  "Ahem, did any of you figure out how to get it firm?"  They all shake their heads.  You sigh.  You'll have to figure out this part first.  

Once you get her hard, you'll immediately move on to painting.  If you enjoy edging, it might make sense to start slow and do something you *don't* think the trans girl would like.  What technique will you try?

(display: "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks")
(set: $finished_futa_painting_balls to true)You decide to play with the trans girl's balls to see if that stimulates her.  You reach out and grab the scrotum with your hand.  You give them a gentle squeeze and feel the testicles move around in your fingers.  You squeeze a little harder and a testicle pops out between your thumb and index finger.

(link: "Smell them?")[You cup the scrotum between both hands and move your head in and inhale deeply.  They smell musky and have a slight hint of body odor.  $futa_painting_uncircumcised[The scrotum pulls away from you as it tightens.  She may be getting excited by knowing how close your mouth is to her.  ]You see a student looking at you side ways with a crinkled brow but she breaks eye contact as soon as you make it.]

You gently cup them in one hand, lifting so they're no longer dangling free.  You run the fingers of your other hand you across the underside of the scrotum from back to front.  The testicles move around freely in your palm as your fingers pass over them.  

This seems to be having an effect: The loose scrotum tightens in your hands and you see an anus contraction.  It gets so tight that you can no longer cup it from underneath.  You place your palm over them and gently squeeze your palm to enjoy the texture of the tightened sack.  

(if: $futa_painting_uncircumcised)[You release the balls and use spider like fingers to tickle the scrotum on each side.  You smile when you see the hardening penis bob up once, toward her stomach.  After a few more seconds of this, her penis gets completely hard.  Ms. Monet claps and says, "Well done, Principal $name.  Wasn't that amazing?"

[[Time to paint->YouPaintFuta2]]](else:)[Although the canvas is certainly reacting to the tender attention, it's not completely firm.  You should move on to another area.

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	(set: _big to (not $futa_painting_uncircumcised))
}(set: $finished_futa_painting_shaft to true)You cradle the soft penis and lift it behind her so you're looking down on the sensitive underside.  $futa_painting_uncircumcised[It's so tiny. Thin as your pinky and maybe even shorter. You place it between your index and thumb and stroke it up and down.  You feel it harden in your fingers, but it barely grows.  You keep going for a while until you realize that's as big as it's going to get.  "Wow," you say, "I was expecting the foreskin to pull back."

Ms. Monet says, "Seems to be a case of phimosis.  I think it's very cute."]_big[You pet it like a cat with your other hand.  You feel it brush across all the fingers of your bottom hand as it grows perpendicular to them.

You rest your thumb across a vein.  "Mmmm, I feel her pulse," you say to yourself.  It's so warm in your hand you don't want to stop stroking.  Unfortunately, it's starting to leak and you don't want to make a mess on yourself.]

[[Time to paint->YouPaintFuta2]]
(set: $finished_futa_painting_foreskin to true)You pull the penis back and observe the foreskin before you attempt to stimulate it.  The foreskin tightly encloses the penis head and forms a tip of loose skin that reminds you of a balloon knot or the end of an uncut sausage.  She has a bad case of phimosis.  The foreskin is so tight you can barely see the penis head it sheaths when you look through its hole.  You're overcome with an urge to nibble on the balloon knot, but fight the urge... for now.

(link: "Click to see an image of it")[<img src="images/tiny_penis_foreskin.PNG"/>]

You roll the foreskin tip between your thumb and index and hope for a reaction.  After a while, it becomes clear that the effect is not getting her hard.

(link: "You lick the foreskin")[You stick your tongue out and slide its surface across the foreskin opening.  It tastes a little salty, but it doesn't offend your senses.  

(link: "You nibble on the foreskin")[You move your face closer to the tip and open your mouth.  The penis is so tiny you have to be careful with your aim.  It takes a few tries, but you are able to successfully put the inside of the foreskin under one of your incisors.  You delicately nibble on it by closing your jaw.  You hear a light gasp from under the blanket.  She appears to adjust to the feeling after you nibble a few more times.

You open your mouth and pull away.  You lick the top of your tooth and taste more saltiness.  "Mmm," you smile to yourself.]]

Unfortunately, foreskin stimulation alone doesn't seem to make her hard.

(display: "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks")
(set: _big to (not $finished_futa_painting_foreskin))(set: $finished_futa_painting_head to true)You pull the penis back toward you and hold the head.  $finished_futa_painting_foreskin[You feel your]_big[Your] thumbs rests on the folds right underneath the head and your index finger holds the pulled back penis in place from the other side.  You move your thumbs in little circles to see how she reacts.

_big[She squirms every time your thumbs brush over the folds.  You try a different technique where you trace along them from front to back instead of using concentric circles, but she has the same reaction.  

Unfortunately, her penis head seems much too sensitive and doesn't make her hard.

(display: "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks")]$finished_futa_painting_foreskin[The penis is so tiny it's hard to rub just the head.  You do your best to focus on the head even though you can't see it.  The foreskin acts as a form of lubrication and you feel the tiny penis stiffen under your fingers.  You're intrigued that it barely grows, it merely hardens.

[[Time to paint->YouPaintFuta2]]]
(unless: $finished_futa_painting_taint)[[[Tickle the taint->YouPaintFutaTaint]]]

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(unless: $finished_futa_painting_shaft)[[[Stroke the shaft->YouPaintFutaShaft]]]

(unless: $finished_futa_painting_head)[[[Massage the head->YouPaintFutaHead]]]

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(set: $finished_futa_painting_taint to true)You glide your index and middle finger across the girl's smooth taint with as faint a touch as you can muster.  It has a thin seam from the anus to the testicles and you do your best to trace along it with your fingertip. 

When you touch, she reacts by tightening her anus and her penis bobs.  After a few more strokes you see her buttock tighten and her hips shift in an effort to get away from the sensation.  This seems to be a sensitive area.  Too sensitive, in fact.  You're tickling her and she doesn't enjoy it as much as you hoped.

Ms. Monet says, "Ooh, I don't think the canvas likes that very much."

(link: "You keep going anyway.")[You nod at her and smile, but you don't stop tickling.  Ms. Monet is confused when you don't stop.  You hear uncomfortable murmurs from under the blanket and hear her pulling against the rope restraints.  When Ms. Monet understands, she grins from ear to ear.  With giddy excitement, she asks, "May I join you?"

"Sure!" you say.  You move your two fingers to the left side so she has access to the right side of the taint.

Ms. Monet reaches a crooked index finger over to the taint and tickles it up and down with her fingernail.  The trans girl squeezes its cheeks closed and groans.  You smile sadistically at each other as the trans girl does the best she can to push away from your fingers, but the restraints are secure and she's unable to avoid any contact.

Without breaking, Ms. Monet turns to you and says, "I think you should try my nail technique.  Notice how she's shifting her hips more to your side?  That means she's trying harder to get away from me."

You use three of your fingernails to tickle your side of the taint.  The trans girl groans and starts bobbing her head under the blanket in an attempt to ask for mercy.  She attempts to squeeze her legs closed, but the rope prevents it.

"Oooh," Ms. Monet says, "look how she reacts to you now!  You even improved on my technique."  She switches to tickling with 3 fingernails at a time, too.  

The girl under the blanket begs you to stop.

(link: "You keep going anyway")[Ms. Monet confesses to you, "I'm having so much fun right now."

With a smile on your face, you ask, "You don't feel guilty?"

The tran girl's begging shifts to screams that ring through class.  All the students face your easel with concerned looks on their faces.

Ignoring everything, Ms. Monet replies to you, "Of course not.  Remember: It's just a canvas.  It has no feelings."

This goes on for a while.  The trans girl screams until her voice begins to crack.  You push her even past that.  Eventually you come to a point where the canvas stops resisting contact and goes silent.  Without stopping, Ms. Monet whispers, "Oooh, lovely." She bites her lower lip, "I think we broke it."  She slows her tickling.  With a little slump she sighs and says, "Ahh, that was fun.  Shall we stop?"

"Let's tickle for a little longer," you reply.  A few seconds pass and you hear a gasp under the blanket and screaming again.  The quiet period may have been caused by her running out of breath.  She sounds much more guttural because her voice is hoarse from the screams.  You ask Ms. Monet, "Aren't you glad we didn't stop earlier?"

You continue the torture until you tire of it and the repetitive tickling motion actually makes your fingers sore.  "Phew! That was exhausting," you say to Ms. Monet.  You hear the trans girl panting to catch her breath.  It's difficult to scream at the top of your lungs for that long.

Ms. Monet cracks her fingers and says, "We should really do that again some time.  These easels are great."

"Definitely," you nod.  "Well," you say as you look through the frame, "she doesn't look like she had as much fun as us."]]

Hopefully you'll have better luck with another part of her body.

(display: "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks")
With the canvas fully erect, you're able to start painting.  You decide to do something a little different from the other groups.  Instead of a coherent painting, you'll make some abstract art.

You look around.  "Does anyone have any lipstick?"

"Oh, I do," Ms. Monet says.  She hands you one from her purse by her desk.  You open it up and see that it's a shade between pink and red.  You apply the lipstick to your lips.  Now you must decide where you want to leave its imprint.

[[The anus->YouPaintFutaLipstickAnus]]

[[The testicles->YouPaintFutaLipstickTesticles]]

[[On the shaft->YouPaintFutaLipstickShaft]]

[[Around the head->YouPaintFutaLipstickHead]]
You hold the base of the dangling scrotum in your hands and squeeze so the testicles pop out.  You lean forward and suck the left one into your mouth.  Your canvas makes a painful gasp as you form a tight suction to apply the lipstick.  

You lift your tongue so that the testicle is resting on the tip and make a game of seeing how long it takes before it falls off.  It tastes salty and the back of your nose is filled with a hint of body odor.  You make a popping sound as you pull back and the testicle leaves your mouth.  Time to admire your work.

You've created a pink circle around the left side of the scrotum.  You see the creases of your lips in the shape.

[[Continue->YouPaintFuta3]]
You spread her cheeks as wide as you can and bend through the frame to wrap your open mouth around the anus.  The anus contracts to your touch and pulls your lips with it toward the center.

(link: "You lick the wrinkles")[You stick out your tongue near the bottom of your teeth and lick up, brushing against all the anus wrinkles along the way.  The trans girl let's out a relaxed sigh. She's perfectly clean.  The anus has no scene or taste.  You stick your tongue in a groove between two wrinkles and slide sideways, letting the wrinkles guide your path.]

You attempt to make a suction with your mouth, but you can't make a strong seal and it comes out as a slurp.  Since that's not a viable option, you push your lips harder into the anus to try and leave a lipstick mark.

When you pull your head away you see you've made a broke, smeared circle around the anus.  It's not as pretty as you had hoped, but it symbolizes something in its own way.

[[Continue->YouPaintFuta3]]
(set: _big to (not $futa_painting_uncircumcised))You pull the erect penis back so it points straight down and think about where to leave a lipstick mark.  _big[There's plenty of room to place your lips.  Where do you want to leave your mark?

(link: "Mark the base")[You lift the testicles out of your way with one hand and wrap your lips around the base of the shaft.  Once you've secured your grip, you let go of the testicles and allow them to rest on the side of your cheek.  They're warm and soft and when your head moves you feel the testicles move around on your cheek.

You suck on the base of the shaft as if you were giving it a hickey until you're convinced your lipstick has left a mark.  The wrinkled scrotum drags across your face as you pull your head back to inspect your work.  You've made a crescent shape, the concave part faces the testicles.]

(link: "Mark the middle")[You tilt your head sideways and wrap your lips around the middle of the shaft.  There's a raised bump at the center of the shaft where the urethra passes through and you place the protrusion on the corner of your lips and lick up and down.  You hear the trans girl moan and the penis bounces away from your mouth, breaking your lips seal.  It's impossible to avoid a little smile at her reaction.

You use your hands to press your lips firmly against the shaft and suck.  She moans again in pleasure again and you sense her penis is about to bob away from you again.  Before that can happen you decide to apply more suction to see if you can hold it in place this time.  You let go with your hands but don't let them stray too far in case you need to catch the penis again.  Once you add your tongue into the mix, her penis attempts to bounce again.  But, you're happy to see you've created enough suction this time so it can't slip out of your mouth's grip.  That is until you smile again and lose the suction.  

When you pull back you see that you made a smeared lip imprint at the middle of the shaft in the shape of a filled in circle.]

(link: "Mark under the head")[The penis tapers off near the head so you're able to wrap much more of your lips around the shaft at this part.  The trans girl moans with pleasure as soon as you do.  You purse your lips back and forth many times.  The penis periodically tries to bob so you have to hold it to your lips with your hand or it will escape your lip's grasp.  It was hard before, but you feel it stiffen even more.

You sit up to see your work.  There's a lot more pre-cum oozing out than when you got there.  You made a smeared oval lipstick ring.  ]]$futa_painting_uncircumcised[The penis doesn't leave much room to leave an imprint on.  You tilt your head to the side and wrap your lips around the middle of the shaft.  You must look like a dog with a bone in its mouth, but it's so tiny your lips can close on the other side.

You move your lips to roll the penis around in your mouth.  She's perfectly quiet but you think she's enjoying your technique because her body relaxes. Just to be sure, you decide to dab the tip of the penis with your index finger while it's in your mouth.  You put your finger in front of your eyes to inspect it.  Mmm, it's wet.  She must be enjoying this.

You add your tongue to the mix and the penis starts bobbing.  You open your mouth before it goes too far.  You've left two lines of lipstick on her shaft from the corners of your mouth.  You weren't able to leave any more lipstick than that.]

[[Continue->YouPaintFuta3]]
(set: _big to (not $futa_painting_uncircumcised))You wrap your mouth around the tip of the $futa_painting_uncircumcised[uncircumcised] penis and suck so your lips press all around the head.  At the same time you slide your tongue toward your teeth and let it graze against the $futa_painting_uncircumcised[loose skin at the tip of the foreskin]_big[pee hole].  

After a few more suckles, you drag your tongue backward across the same spot and are a little surprised to discover you've coaxed a viscous trail of pre-cum out from it.  It deposits a thin line across the center of your tongue and as you open your mouth and bend backward, the strand connects from your bottom lip to the penis head.  

You use your index finger to snap the thread in half and slurp your end into your mouth.  It has a salty texture and is very sticky which poses a slight challenge as you try to swallow it.

[[Continue->YouPaintFuta3]]
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}The time has finally come to break out the paint and make some abstract art!  You clean off your thick paintbrush and dip it in _color.  Where do you want to paint? (display: "YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks")
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$you_paint_futa_painting_description (if: $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal >= 5)[(go-to: "YouPaintFutaOrgasm")](else-if: $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal >= 4)[

Your canvas is heavily throbbing in your hands and drooling pre-cum.  Her heavy breathing tells you she's very close to an orgasm.](else-if: $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal >= 2)[

The penis periodically bounces and throbs in your hands.  Her moans suggest she's moderately stimulated.  If you keep doing things she likes, she may have an orgasm.](else-if: $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal >= 1)[

The penis periodically bounces so you have to hold it in place.  She's not moaning so you don't think she's especially aroused.  But, if you keep doing things she likes, that may change...](else-if: $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal < 0)[

The penis is soft in your hand.  You took too many steps in the wrong direction.  But, if you keep doing things she likes, that may change...]

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(set: $you_paint_futa_colors to ($you_paint_futa_colors - (a: (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))))
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(link: "The taint")[
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(set: $you_paint_futa_colors to ($you_paint_futa_colors - (a: (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))))
(go-to: "YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks")
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(link: "The balls")[
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(set: $you_paint_futa_painting_description to (display: "YouPaintFutaPaintingBallsDescription"))
(set: $you_paint_futa_colors to ($you_paint_futa_colors - (a: (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))))
(go-to: "YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks")
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(set: $you_paint_futa_painting_description to (display: "YouPaintFutaPaintingShaftDescription"))
(set: $you_paint_futa_colors to ($you_paint_futa_colors - (a: (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))))
(go-to: "YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks")
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(link: "The head")[
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(set: $you_paint_futa_painting_description to (display: "YouPaintFutaPaintingHeadDescription"))
(set: $you_paint_futa_colors to ($you_paint_futa_colors - (a: (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))))
(go-to: "YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks")
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(set: _color to (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))You take your thick brush and paint from the (either: "center of the anus outward in all directions", "outside to the center of the anus in all directions", "left side to the right side of the anus", "top to the bottom of the anus").  The cool touch of the paint makes your canvas' anus twitch.  You want to make sure you've completely covered it in _color so you apply (either: 3, 4, 5, 6) coats while it's still wet.  
(set: _color to (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))You take your thick brush and lather the taint in _color.  Her taint throbs from each application and her moans tell you she finds this quite ticklish.
(set: _color to (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))You take your thick paintbrush and paint the scrotum.  You start at the bottom, doing your best to lift a testicle onto your paintbrush but you get bored quickly when you realize how difficult of a balancing act it is.

Time to get to business.  You cover the scrotum in a thick _color coat.
(set: _color to (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))You hold the penis head in your fingers and pull the shaft back.  With thorough strokes from (either: "top to bottom", "side to side") you coat the shaft in _color.  You pull the penis back 180 degrees and do the same with the top side of it, creating a nice _color cylinder.
(set: _big to (not $futa_painting_uncircumcised))(set: _color to (1st of $you_paint_futa_colors))You pull the shaft back almost 180 degrees behind and color the $futa_painting_uncircumcised[uncircumcised tip]_big[head] by (either: "starting at the tip and spiralling outward", "starting at the back and spiralling inward", "starting at the back and painting concentric circles inward").  You apply (either: 2, 3, 4) coats to make sure it's solid _color.
You're out of paint.  You put down your brush and smile, content that you left your canvas frustrated and sexually unfulfilled.  You're really happy with the way your painting turned out.  It's so colorful and unique compared to what the other groups are doing.

[[Continue->YouPaintFuta4]]
You hear your canvas moan louder than you've heard before.  You think she's very close.  You wrap your hand around the shaft to confirm this suspicion and it pulsates and throbs against your curled fingers.  

"Oh, oh," Ms. Monet interrupts with a question, "do you mind if..."  She runs to her purse and pulls out her mobile phone.  When she gets back to you she asks, "can I?"

You nod yes.

She's so excited she almost drops her phone on the floor as she opens the camera app.  She presses a button and holds the camera a few inches away from your hands.  

Apparently she's recording a video because she starts to narrate:  "This is my class at about 3:45pm.  As you can see, there's a beautifully painted canvas here," she moves her arms so she gets different angles of it on the video, "you may be noticing how strong it's twitching!  This is the handiwork of our talented Principal.  She got the canvas to this state using only a paintbrush.  And if I'm not mistaken, Principal $name is moments away from showing us something very special.  And I feel absolutely blessed that I get to capture the whole thing on video."  You've stopped stimulating during the narration and the canvas' moans have changed to slow, heavy breathing but you still feel the penis twitching in your fingers.  Ms. Monet momentarily looks up from her camera to make eye contact and says. "Ok go!"

You cup your left hand under the penis head and stroke up and down the shaft with your brush.  The penis bobbing increases in speed.  You toy with it by letting it pull your curled fingers straight then curl them back again until the penis points straight down.  The moans increase and suddenly the trans girl clenches her ass, attempts to pump against her restraints, and begins to ahh repeatedly.  Ms. Monet zooms in on the penis, "This is so lovely.  I can't wait to rewatch it."

Her scrotum tightens.  (if: not $futa_painting_uncircumcised)[A jet of semen shoots out of the canvas and splashes off your palm, over your shoulder, and onto a student's skirt that's standing behind you.

"Oh my god," she screams in disgust.

The next jet has less force and collects in a warm pool in your hand.]$futa_painting_uncircumcised[The semen dribbles out of the foreskin and collects into a milky pool in your palm.]  Your nose is overcome with the musty smell.  The trans girl grunts pleasurably under the blanket.  As your canvas spits again, you observe how the anus, taint, and penis all contract simultaneously.  Ms. Monet seems to notice this too and assures you she caught it on camera.  She ejaculates 4 more sticky spurts, each one shoots less semen.  It collects in a warm pool in your cupped hand.  The orgasm has ended, but Ms. Monet is not done documenting.

She faces the camera down at your palms.  "...in her hands she's holding the lovely, silky canvas gift.  May I," she asks without waiting for permission: She loops her index and thumb around the middle of the shaft and lifts it back, "here's the source of the gift.  As you can see, there's still some coming out of the canvas, but it's done spurting.  Let's see if we can...", she squeezes her finger loop and the last of the seed spills out, "there we go.  I've detached the last of the gunk."  She lifts the penis back and out of the way, "now we have a clear view of how much was collected."

"Uh oh," Ms. Monet says.  "I think it's seeping through the holes between your fingers."  She moves the camera below your palm and pans up.  "Oh dear, yes.  This will definitely make a mess.  Sarah, would you mind finding something to collect this in?"  Sarah runs off and Ms. Monet continues, "Oh it's so thick!  Look how it dangles in threads under your hand."  Sarah comes back and brought an empty mason jar that's normally used to hold paintbrushes.  She hands it to Ms. Monet, "Thank you dear."  She places the jar under your hand and you spread your fingers to let it spill in.  Ms. Monet grabs a dry paintbrush and uses it to scoot the remaining semen off your fingers and into the jar.

She holds the side up to her face and smiles, "Not bad!  You collected quite a bit."  She finds a jar top and screws it on and hands it to you.  "I've got the video, I think that's good enough memorabilia for me.  Besides, I wouldn't feel right keeping this when you did all the work."

You smile and thank her.  The jar is rather large so you'll have to transfer it into something more convenient when you get back to your office.

(set: $has_futa_semen_jar to true)[[Continue->YouPaintFuta4]]
You stand up and turn to the students.  "Thank you for giving me that opportunity.  I really enjoyed myself.  Hopefully you learned something from my technique, too."

You turn a gleaming Ms. Monet and thank her personally.   $has_futa_semen_jar[You walk outside the class and wash your hands in a drinking fountain.  But, class isn't over yet.  ]You wonder what the other groups are up to.  Their paintings must be pretty far along considering how much time has passed.

[[Continue->FutaPainting5]]
The next easel displays your painting.  You're biased, but you think it looks wonderful.  Ms. Monet asks the group for their opinion on what they like about it.  Most of them shrug, but someone says they like the lipstick mark the best.  They group of for the photo, much like before, but one of them is volunteers to hold the penis down so the artwork is visible.

[[Continue->FutaPainting8]]
The next canvas is of the blue fish that Mia was painting.  You see Mia standing in front of the other students with her hands behind her back and a huge smile on her face.  You say, "You seem pretty happy about something.  Are you proud about the way your painting turned out?"  

"Mmm-hmm," she replies.  She's looking up at you with a twinkle in her eyes.  $futa_painting_sounding[It's at that moment you notice what she's been trying to brag about.  You're surprised and delighted to see that the penis has a paintbrush in its urethra, but it's not the same one you were using before.  This one is much thicker and made of wood instead of yellow plastic.

"Wow, Mia," you say, "I'm thrilled that you incorporated the paintbrush into your art.  I'd love to hear you explain this piece."

She squats down to the side of the penis and points at the paintbrush.  "Well, I wanted the fish to eat food, but the first paintbrush didn't really look like food to me.  That's why I used this wood one that we could paint on so that it looks more like food.  And just for fun, we painted the word, "Yummy" at the bristles of the brush where it's widest."

You see the word "Yummy" painted on the thickest part, but you also see yellow dots painted on the side.  "And what are these yellow dots you painted on it?"

"That's the fish food.  We painted those yellow dots all the way down the brush, see?"  She pinches the bristles and pulls the paintbrush out an inch to reveal 2 more dots that had been hidden inside the urethra.  The trans girl hisses through her teeth in pain.  Mia then jams the paintbrush back where it was until its thickness holds itself in place.  The canvas cries out in pain while thrashing under the blanket.

"I am so impressed," you say.  "I really didn't expect such a wonderful surprise like this.  How much food did the little fishy eat?"

"8 pieces."

"Wow, "Yummy" is right!",  Ms. Monet says.

You walk up to canvas to inspect its other merits.]  It's spectacular.  It must have taken a lot of time to paint all the scales.  She's quite the little artist.  "This is amazing," you say.  "I'm so proud of what you've done here."

"Excuse me, Principal $name, but I'm afraid we're running out of class time.  We should take a group photo while we can.  Group up, girls."  They squeeze their faces as close to the canvas as they can.  "Now everyone make a fish face for this photo!"  The girls suck in their cheeks and pucker their lips.  The photo was really adorable because the girls were all cheerful but also quite lewd because the focus of picture was a trans girl's penis that was painted to look like a fish.

[[Continue->FutaPainting9]]
The last easel has a penis painted yellow with the taint and balls painted green.  "What's this painting of," you ask.

A student replies, "It's a corn on the cob.  You can't tell?"

You look a little closer and now it does make sense.  There's little orange circles all over the penis, representing kernels.  

Ms. Monet reminds everyone there's not much time left.  "We have to take this picture before the bell rings.  I think it would be really fun if one of you students pretended to be eating the corn."  No one was volunteering.  "Sorry girls, we're almost out of time so I'm going to pick for you.  OK you, pull the corn back and hold it in place under both of your palms, ok?  That's right, pull it all the way back."

She picks another student at random and says, "You get to be the one that eats it.  Pretend you're taking a bite right out of the middle."  The student kneels and approaches the penis from the other side of the girl who is holding it in place.  She opens her mouth and bends forward.  "That's right, open your mouth all the way and put your top and bottom teeth on it.  Bite ever so slightly."  Her teeth made a little indent in the penis shaft, but it was not enough to be painful.

"Perfect.  OK, now you other two, I want you both smiling.  I want one of you rubbing your belly.  Pretend you're really hungry and you get to eat next."  She points to the last girl, "And I want you to lick your lips like you're saying, "Mmmmm so tasty", ok?"  The camera clicks.

You think the picture would be so cute and innocent if there weren't a penis in a girl's mouth.  Ms. Monet has a knack for perverting adorable scenes like this.

[[Continue->FutaPainting10]]
The bell rings and all the students rush to leave the class.  As they're leaving, Ms. Monet yells at them that they all did a great job and are getting full credit.

When they've all left she sits on her desk and sighs.  "Now I've gotta clean up the place."  The 4 trans girls are still strapped into their easels.

"Do you need a hand", you ask.

"No, no.  I appreciate it though.  Especially the help you gave me setting this up and your painting was great.  I really learned a lot.  Besides, I know how busy you are.  You have more important things to take care of."

You smile and say, "This was a great class.  Very creative as usual.  But I think you really outdid yourself this time."

[[Office]]
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