Academy of Fetishes

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With this Fetish Picker, you can prevent some of the more controversial fetishes from appearing in the game. But before you use it, know this: <ul>\ <li>There are a lot more fetishes in the game than on the Fetish Picker list (<a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank" onclick="ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'fetish-picker')">For a full fetish list, scroll to the bottom of my Patreon's about page.</a>).</li> <li>You should leave them to "Yes" if you can stomach the fetish because:</li>\ <ul>\ <li>You will almost always be warned before you go into one of these fetishes and have a choice to avoid it.</li> <li>You may miss some story if you turn it off.</li> <li>You can always skip a scene you don't like.</li>\ </ul>\ </ul>\ Trans girls: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_trans" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_trans" false>> Mother/Daughter: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_mom" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_mom" false>> Twincest: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_twin" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_twin" false>> Nipple torture: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_nipple" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_nipple" false>> Breast torture: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_breast_torture" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_breast_torture" false>> Painal (painful anal): Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_painal" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_painal" false>> Vaginal fisting: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_vaginal_fisting" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_vaginal_fisting" false>> Anal fisting: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_anal_fisting" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_anal_fisting" false>> Lactation: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_lactation" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_lactation" false>> Puffy/Rosebutt Anuses: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_puffy_anus" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_puffy_anus" false>> Farting/Queefs: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_farting" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_farting" false>> Watersports (pee): Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_pee" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_pee" false>> Urethra (pee hole) play: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_peehole" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_peehole" false>> Sleep fetish: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_sleep" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_sleep" false>> Armpit fetish: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_armpit" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_armpit" false>> Spit: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_spit" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_spit" false>> Cock and ball torture: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_cbt" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_cbt" false>> Foot Fetish: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_feet" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_feet" false>> Enemas: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_enema" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_enema" false>> Scat: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_scat" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_scat" false>> Vomit: Yes <<radiobutton "$fp_vomit" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$fp_vomit" false>> [["Create your character"->CreateYourCharacter]]

<<script>> var nonInteractive = 0; if (window.pageviewSent) { nonInteractive = 1; pageviewSent = false; } ga('send', 'event', 'passage', 'loaded', State.passage, { 'dimension1': State.passage, 'metric1': 1, 'nonInteraction': nonInteractive }); $(".passage").append("<span class='passage-finished-rendering' style='display: none'>finished-rendering</span>"); <</script>>

<<script>> $(".passage .passage-finished-rendering").remove(); <</script>>

<<if passage() !== "Yearbook" && passage() !== "CharacterData">>[[Yearbook]]<</if>> <<if !tags().includes("noskip")>><<link "Skip Scene">> <<script>> Dialog.setup(); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("SkipSceneDialog").processText()); Dialog.open({top: 300}); <</script>> <</link>> <</if>> [[Credits]]

! Author, Game Designer, and Programmer: !! Academy of Fetishes (yep, same name as the game) If you're interested in the latest news or you'd like to show your support, please check out <a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank" onclick="ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'credits')">my Patreon</a> :) ! Artist !! FlowerDaddy If you'd like to see more art by FlowerDaddy, see their <a href="https://flowerdaddy.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Tumblr</a>, <a href="https://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/FlowerDaddy" target="_blank">Hentai Foundry</a>, and <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flowerdaddy/" target="_blank">Fur Affinity</a> accounts! <<back>>

Immediately skip this scene and go back to your office? <<button "Yes" Office>>\ <<script>> ga('send', 'event', 'passage', 'skipped', State.passage, { 'dimension1': State.passage, 'metric2': 1 }); Dialog.close(); <</script>>\ <</button>>\ <<print " ">>\ <<button "No">>\ <<run Dialog.close()>>\ <</button>>

<<script>> var patreonConversion = function() { return ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'sidebar-image', State.passage); } $('<a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank"><img src="images/patreon-medium-button.png" title="Support Academy of Fetishes"/></a>').bind("click", patreonConversion).appendTo("#story-author"); <</script>>

<<widget Her>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_male>>His\ <<else>>Her\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget her>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_male>>his\ <<else>>her\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget She>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_male>>He\ <<else>>She\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget she>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_male>>he\ <<else>>she\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget purse>><<nobr>> <<if $mc_male>>briefcase\ <<else>>purse\ <</if>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<set $hide_camera_links to false>>\ <<include "ProcessNewYearbookDetails">>\ <<if $hucow and (not $finished_hucow_transformation) and $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits lte 0>>\ <<set $hide_camera_links to true>>\ <<goto "NextHucowOfficeScene">>\ <<else>>\ <<nobr>> <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits -= 1>> <<if not $fp_feet>> <<set $finished_foot_measure to true>> <</if>> <</nobr>>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? <<include "IntroWeek">>\ <<if $week >= 2>>\ <<include "TransferStudentWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 3>>\ <<include "SwimmingWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 4>>\ <<include "EngineeringWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $week >= 5>>\ <<include "BioChemWeek">>\ <</if>>\ <<include "MiscWeek">>\ <<include "CameraScene">>\ <</if>>\

<<script>> variables().browser_path = window.location.href; <</script>> /* Jump to scenes */ <<if $browser_path.includes("?Aphrodisiac")>> <<run setup.testPassage("Aphrodisiac")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?HucowLactation")>> <<run setup.testPassage("HucowLactation")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FutanariInspection")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FutanariInspection")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?MassageTherapy")>> <<run setup.testPassage("MassageTherapy")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SelfSketch")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SelfSketch")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?PhotoRibbon")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?UniformBreastInspectionRuler")>> <<run setup.testPassage("UniformBreastInspectionRuler")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?UniformBreastInspection")>> <<run setup.testPassage("UniformBreastInspection")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?Photo")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SelfPhoto")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?DrinkingFountain")>> <<run setup.testPassage("DrinkingFountain")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FutaPaintingFishy")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FutaPainting5")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FutaPainting")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FutaPainting")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?ScavengerHunt")>> <<run setup.testPassage("ScavengerHunt")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormMom")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormMom")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormTwins")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormTwins")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormRomantic")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormRomantic")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormSleep")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormSleep")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDormLuna")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormLuna")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDDorm")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDDormStart")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDBathroom")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDBathroom")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDCafeteria")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDCafeteria")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SDHall")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SDHall")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?SD")>> <<run setup.testPassage("SD")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?Start")>> <<run setup.testPassage("Start")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?FistAfterSurvey")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FistingOlivia4")>> <<elseif $browser_path.includes("?Fisting")>> <<run setup.testPassage("FistingOlivia")>> <<else>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('passageName=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<run setup.testPassage($browser_path.match('passageName=([A-Za-z0-9_]+)')[1])>> <</if>> <</if>> <<include "YearbookInit">> <<set $character_name to "">> <<set $name to "Shepard">> <<set $week to 1>> <<set $has_revealing_pe_outfits to false>> <<set $casey_pantiless 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 $jessie_hard_breast_torture to false>> <<set $tortured_jessies_breast to false>> /* Inventory */ <<set $has_futa_semen_jar to false>> <<set $has_ruler to false>> <<set $has_casey_labia_photo to false>> <<set $has_ribbons_and_scissors 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>> /* Futa inspection */ <<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 false>> <<set $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms to true>> /* Futa painting */ <<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 ["error"]>> <<set $you_paint_futa_current_color to "">> <<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>> /* Camera */ <<set $camerasSetup to false>> <<set $cameraPassagePool to []>> <<set $hide_camera_links to false>> <<set $finished_face_painting to false>> /* Transfer Students */ <<set $has_mothers to false>> <<set $has_futa_students to false>> <<set $has_fbb_students to false>> <<set $finished_daughters_shave_mothers to false>> /* Swimming */ <<set $finished_new_swimsuits to false>> <<set $finished_kira_forced_feeding to false>> <<set $kira_force_feeding to false>> <<set $hickey_bruise to false>> <<set $finished_swimsuits_beth to false>> <<set $finished_swimsuits_trans to false>> /* Engineering */ <<set $has_metal_easels to false>> <<set $has_sensory_deprivation to false>> <<set $finished_anna_in_office to false>> <<set $anna_pursues_hannah to false>> <<set $finished_ms_waterloo_lucy_orgasm to false>> /* Daughters shave Mothers */ <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveSarahClaire to false>> <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki to false>> <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna to false>> <<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva to false>> /* SD */ <<set $finished_sd_bathroom to false>> <<set $finished_sd_halls to false>> <<set $finished_sd_cafeteria to false>> <<set $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans to false>> <<set $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms to false>> <<set $luna_pinky to false>> <<set $sd_mom_horny to false>> <<set $sd_mom_soup_orgasm to false>> <<set $olivia_likes_mia to false>> <<set $olivia_hates_mia_again to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm to false>> <<set $amy_trusts_luna to false>> <<set $finished_sd_olivia_sleep to false>> <<set $finished_sd_luna_dorm to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm_twins to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm_mom to false>> <<set $finished_sd_dorm_romantic to false>> /* BioChem */ <<set $has_aphrodisiac to false>> <<set $hucow to false>> <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 0>> <<set $finished_hucow_transformation to false>> <<set $finished_lactation to false>> <<set $finished_hucow_puffies to false>> <<set $finished_hucow_sex to false>> <<set $aphro_mia_end_early to false>> <<set $finished_aphrodiasiac to false>> <<set $finished_fisting_olivia to false>> <<set $jessie_took_aphrodisiac to false>> <<set $hucow_pills_given to 0>> <<set $hucow_continue_pills_after_sex to true>> /* Fisting Olivia */ <<set $fo_vagina to "placebo">> <<set $fo_ass to "placebo">> <<set $fo_full_enema to true>> <<set $fo_tube_thick to true>> <<set $analytics to true>> <<if $browser_path.includes("test.html")>> <<set $analytics to false>> <</if>> /* Main Character Defaults */ <<set $mc_male to true>> <<set $mc_breasts to false>> <<set $mc_crotch to "penis">> /* Fetish Picker Defaults */ <<set $fp_trans to true>> <<set $fp_mom to true>> <<set $fp_twin to true>> <<set $fp_nipple to true>> <<set $fp_breast_torture to true>> <<set $fp_painal to true>> <<set $fp_vaginal_fisting to true>> <<set $fp_anal_fisting to true>> <<set $fp_lactation to true>> <<set $fp_puffy_anus to true>> <<set $fp_farting to true>> <<set $fp_pee to true>> <<set $fp_peehole to true>> <<set $fp_sleep to true>> <<set $fp_armpit to true>> <<set $fp_spit to true>> <<set $fp_cbt to true>> <<set $fp_feet to true>> <<set $fp_enema to true>> <<set $fp_scat to true>> <<set $fp_vomit to true>> /* Variables from URL */ <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_aphrodisiac=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_aphrodisiac to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('week=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $week_string to $browser_path.match('week=([0-9]+)')[1]>> <<set $week to parseInt($week_string)>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_futa=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_futa_students to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_futa=false')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_futa_students to false>> <<set $fp_trans to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_mothers=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $has_mothers to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('has_mothers=false')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fp_mom to false>> <<set $has_mothers to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('olivia_likes_mia=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $olivia_likes_mia to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('hucow=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $hucow to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('sd_mom_horny=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $sd_mom_horny to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('amy_trusts_luna=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $amy_trusts_luna to true>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('fo_vagina=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fo_vagina to $browser_path.match('fo_vagina=([A-Za-z0-9_]+)')[1]>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('fo_ass=')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $fo_ass to $browser_path.match('fo_ass=([A-Za-z0-9_]+)')[1]>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('mc_female=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $mc_breasts to true>><<set $mc_crotch to "vagina">><<set $mc_male to false>> <</if>> <<set _search_result to $browser_path.includes('mc_futa=true')>> <<if _search_result>> <<set $mc_breasts to true>><<set $mc_crotch to "both">><<set $mc_male to false>> <</if>>

Thanks for playing! I hope you like what you've seen so far. Unfortunately, you've reached the end of the game :( But, if you play through again and unlock different transfer students, you'll get additional scenes. I wanted to let you know what's coming in the future: * More 2D Artwork! So excited for this. It's going to make the game so much better. * As I write this, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/poll-what-scene-16640495">the poll isn't finalized</a>, but there's a good chance we'll be visiting Olivia after her fisting scene. * Even more camera scenes! I've got tons of great ideas from other fans and it'll take me months to write them all. * A farm of sorts to house and care for Jessie. * Lots more! I've got a really long list of upcoming scenes. If you want to follow the updates or show your support, visit my Patreon page here: <a href="https://www.patreon.com/AcademyOfFetishes" target="_blank" onclick="ga('send', 'event', 'visit-patreon', 'whats-next')">Academy of Fetishes Patreon Page</a> <<if $cameraPassagePool.length gt 0>> Oh hey! It looks like there are some camera scenes you haven't seen yet. <<include "RandomPassageLink">>\ <</if>> <<include "MiscWeek">> <<script>> ga('send', 'event', 'game', 'completed'); <</script>>

! Yearbook !! Teachers <<set _teacherNames to setup.getTeacherNames()>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i lt _teacherNames.length; _i++>> <<set _name to _teacherNames[_i]>> \<<set _seen to !setup.isNewYearbookEntriesFor(_name)>> \<<charDetailsButton _name _seen>> \<</for>><<if _teacherNames.length eq 0>>//Empty, for now//<</if>> !! Students <<set _studentNames to setup.getStudentNames()>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i lt _studentNames.length; _i++>> <<set _name to _studentNames[_i]>> \<<set _seen to !setup.isNewYearbookEntriesFor(_name)>> \<<charDetailsButton _name _seen>> \<</for>><<if _studentNames.length eq 0>>//Empty, for now//<</if>> <<back "Back to current scene">>

! $character_name !! Background <<nobr>> <<if ndef $character_backgrounds[$character_name]>> <<run throw "Character background not found for " + $character_name>> <</if>> <<print $character_backgrounds[$character_name]>> <</nobr>> !! Details <<set _details to setup.yearbook[$character_name]>>\ <<for _i to 0; _i lt _details.length; _i++>>\ <<run _details[_i].seen to true>>\ <<if def _details[_i].detail>>\ * <<print _details[_i].detail>>\ <</if>> \<</for>><<if _details.length eq 1>>//Empty, for now// <</if>> <<back>>

<<nobr>> <<set _charsWithNewDetails to Object.keys(setup.newYearbookDetails)>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt _charsWithNewDetails.length; _i++>>\ <<set _charWithNewDetails to _charsWithNewDetails[_i]>> <<set _originalYearBookSize to setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails].length>> <<run setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails] = setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails].concat(setup.newYearbookDetails[_charWithNewDetails]).filter(setup.onlyUnique)>> <<run _newEntriesNotJustDuplicates to setup.yearbook[_charWithNewDetails].length gt _originalYearBookSize>> <<if _newEntriesNotJustDuplicates>> <<run setup.flickerYearbookButton = true>> <</if>> <</for>> <<set setup.newYearbookDetails to {}>> <</nobr>>\

<<widget chardetail>><<nobr>> <<run setup.ybAddDetail($args[0], $args[1])>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget charadd>><<nobr>> <<run setup.ybAdd($args[0])>> <</nobr>><</widget>>\

<<widget charDetailsButton>><<nobr>> /* <<charDetailsButton charName seen>> */ <<capture $args[0] $args[1]>> <<if $args[1]>> <<button $args[0] "CharacterData">> <<set $character_name to $args[0]>> <</button>> <<else>> <span class="unseen"> <<button $args[0] "CharacterData">> <<set $character_name to $args[0]>> <</button>> </span> <</if>> <</capture>> <</nobr>><</widget>>

<<set $character_backgrounds to { "Ms. Darwin": "Ms. Darwin is the new biology teacher. She joined the school without knowing much about it so you and the other teachers must show her the ropes.", "Ms. Monet": "Ms. Monet is the art teacher. She's creative, she enjoys her job, and she's an exhibitionist. It's not her exhibitionism that got her into trouble. She's always kept that within her art class where it's somewhat of a gray area. Rather, you caught her embezzling 1000s of dollars from the school's petty cash. When you blackmailed her over it, she apologized profusely and you've since both made up and actually have grown to trust her again.", "Mrs. Ball": "Mrs. Ball is the PE teacher. She's mean, sadistic, and unattractive. Your relationship is rather precarious because Mrs. Ball hates it when anyone contradicts her, but, unfortunately for her, that is sometimes your job. Actually, she doesn't get along with many people and the students are terrified of her.\n\nYou probably could blackmail her over the way she torments the students, but there hasn't been a need to bring up that unpleasant conversation. You usually stay out of her hair during her lessons and when she punishes someone, and that keeps her happy. Besides, you need her around because she's a valuable disciplinarian who keeps the school in order.", "Ms. Tink": "Ms. Tink is a teacher hired by the Anonymous Benefactor. You haven't had to blackmail her to stay, she just seems to enjoy building lewd devices. When she was young she grew up on a farm. There, her inventions automated a lot of her daily chores, but she soon got bored and moved to the city.", "Mrs. Eigen": "Mrs. Eigen is a retired CPA who now works as a math teacher at Saint Mary's. As you'd expect, she's extremely logical, but she's also very kind. She doesn't bring as much enthusiasm to the table as Ms. Monet, but she's always interested in experimenting with her lessons.\n\nWith the help of the Anonymous Benefactor, you discovered she was embezzling money at her previous job but never got caught. You used this information to blackmail her to stay at Saint Mary's.", "Mrs. Curie": "Mrs. Curie was hired by the Anonymous Benefactor as the biochemistry teacher. She was fired from her previous job for ethical reasons and is happy to work at Saint Mary's where there are far less restrictions on the experiments she's allowed to run.\n\nShe has a strong work ethic and tends to care more about her experiments more than the well being of the people she's subjecting them to.", "Ms. Waterloo": "Ms. Waterloo was hired by the Anonymous Benefactor as a swim coach. In her file you've found shaky evidence of her being inappropriate with students at previous schools, but nothing concrete. She's a skinny African American and a little shorter than average so you have to look down to chat with her. Not exactly the kind of person you'd describe as having a 'swimmer's body', but she is a great swimmer.\n\nShe's extremely intelligent. After receiving a fully paid scholarship for her swimming ability, she graduated with a master's degree in counseling psychology. She also has a good personality and gets along with most people.", "Nurse Neadle": "Nurse Neadle was hired a couple of weeks before Ms. Darwin and was the first faculty member recommended to you by AB. There was a nurse before her, but she quit once funding dwindled and you had to make cutbacks to keep the school open.\n\nIt's very important to have a nurse on staff, but the school is small and the students don't get in a lot of fights. As a result, Nurse Neadle has a lot of free time on her hands and you haven't had much opportunity to interact with her.\n\nWhenever you do talk, she seems very concerned for the students' well being. You don't know much about her background, but apparently she's worked as a phlebotomist for 1 year and was a gynecological assistant for 2 years. At least, that's what AB told you. You were so desperate for a nurse you never ran a background check on her.", "Mia": "Mia is one of your most open-minded and brightest students. She has a good attitude about most classes and you get the feeling she might actually enjoy being at Saint Mary's.\n\nShe's of Japanese descent, but she was born and raised in America.\n\nShe's at Saint Mary's because she was convicted of disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, and indecent exposure. The way she tells it, she got really drunk at 2am, woke up her neighbors, and flashed anyone who came outside to see the source of the commotion.", "Olivia": "Olivia is a recalcitrant who hates authority. Before she was at Saint Mary's, she got in countless fights with her fellow students. Eventually, one of her victims pressed charges and she was convicted of assault and battery. She'll only admit to ever losing one in which her opponent subdued her by pulling on her hair and she's kept it short ever since. It gives her face an androgynous appearance, but her body is very feminine.", "Casey": "Casey is a Latina who grew up in a deeply religious household spending her whole upbringing being repressed and controlled by her parents. She had a pattern of stealing nudie magazines from liquor stores and got away with it until her mom found her stash and turned her in to the authorities.\n\nShe was convicted of shoplifting and theft.", "Kira": "Kira is a sweet, chubby, Caucasian girl convicted of stalking. She was driving a friend to school and got in an accident. Kira was unscathed, but her friend suffered permanent nerve damage that caused chronic pain. Kira was obsessed with making the girl feel better and became so clingy the girl eventually filed a restraining order which Kira violated multiple times.\n\nAs this story demonstrates, Kira's heart is usually in the right place, but she can be physically and socially inept.", "Amy": "Amy is a very petite and innocent Caucasian girl who was convicted of vandalism, but you doubt her the legitimacy of the conviction. According to her record, she was with a group of friends who were vandalizing property, but the police showed up and the group ran away. All of them, that is, except for Amy. Apparently she just stood there and began crying. When she was taken in for questioning, she had a can of pink spray paint in her sweater, but she swears she never used it. Unfortunately for her, a jury found her guilty.", "Sarah": "Sarah was abandoned by her parents when she was young and raised by her 18 year old Aunt who was in way over her head. During that time, Sarah longed for the safety and stability an adult guardian.\n\nShe became proficient in computing at school, even though she could never afford one at home. Eventually she taught herself to hack and was able to make a good living by phishing for people's credit card numbers.\n\nOnce her mom, Claire, learned of Sarah's financial success, she wanted back into Sarah's life. Sarah, desperate for a mature caretaker, was happy to oblige.\n\nSarah was convicted of computer crimes.", "Jessie": "Jessie grew up largely being ignored and left to her own devices. She fell into the wrong crowd and started taking hard drugs. This eventually got her into trouble and she's been convicted of a drug possession charge.\n\nHer long, straight, red hair with her green eyes makes you think she may be of Irish descent. But, being ignored by her family, not even she can confirm this. She's easy to get along with and the only person that seems to dislike her is Mrs. Ball, the PE teacher, who is often insulting Jessie about her large breasts.", "Hannah": "Hannah is the identical twin sister of Anna. They're both tall, skinny, and blond. Once they noticed the perverted changes that were taking place at the school, they distanced themselves from each other to avoid being forced into incestuous acts, but this has put a strain on their relationship.\n\nThe twins are very similar to each other in appearance, but Hannah seems a little more perceptive and a little more sexually repressed than her sister.\n\nBefore they were convicted and sent to Saint Mary's, they would break into houses together and rob them. They were both caught on the scene at the same time.", "Anna": "Anna is the identical twin sister of Hannah. They're both tall, skinny, and blond. Once they noticed the perverted changes that were taking place at the school, they distanced themselves from each other to avoid being forced into incestuous acts, but this has put a strain on their relationship.\n\nThe twins are very similar to each other in appearance, but Anna seems a little less perceptive and a little more sexually open-minded than her sister.\n\nBefore they were convicted and sent to Saint Mary's, they would break into houses together and rob them. They were both caught on the scene at the same time.", "Claire": "Claire was a young mother who could not handle the stress of raising her child, Sarah, and gave her to her sister to raise. In her words, she eventually felt mature enough to take care of Sarah and came back into her life. Though, the timing of this is certainly suspicious. Sarah was making a lot of money from stealing people's credit card numbers on the internet. They both got caught and were convicted of computer crimes.\n\nDespite the abandonment, Sarah seems to adore her mother, and Claire seems to have taken up a more traditional maternal role in Sarah's life.", "Yuki": "Yuki's a rail thin Asian woman with long black hair and bangs. She's the mother of Mia and shares her open-mindedness to the extreme. Her hypersexuality lead her to be convicted of sexual assault, prostitution, and you suspect she's guilty of other crimes she's never been on trial for.", "Eva": "Eva is a young mother of a little boy. She's not much older than the other students and they think of her as more of a big sister than a peer.\n\nShe was convicted of forgery and identity theft.", "Beth": "Beth is Amy's mother and by all accounts she's a good one. She was convicted soon after Amy for pyramid schemes and white collar crimes.", "Lucy": "Lucy is a chubby, Caucasian trans girl from Saint Joseph's. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.", "Luna": "Luna is a tall, muscular African-American trans girl from Saint Joseph's. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.", "Tiffany": "Tiffany is a short Asian-American trans girl from Saint Joseph's. She has a bad case of phimosis. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.", "Bailey": "Bailey is a tall, Caucasian trans girl from Saint Joseph's. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change.\n\nThere's rumors she inflicts a lot of self pain. Perhaps it's a coping mechanism to deal with the stresses of everyday life at Saint Joseph's.", "Fifa": "Fifa is a medium sized, fit, bronze colored, Filipina trans girl from Saint Joseph's. She still has her foreskin, but unlike Tiffany, she does not have a case of phimosis. Saint Joseph's is not a prison like your school, but a lot of its students are convicted criminals that have served their time but are still deemed unfit for society. As a result, the relatively innocent trans girls are often abused. You imagine Saint Mary's must be a welcome change." }>>

<<set $finished_aphrodiasiac to true>>You walk in on the middle of Mrs. Curie's class. Much like the biology class, there's Bunsen burners on each desk, but there are also a lot more vials, scales, and distillation equipment everywhere. You catch the second half of one of her sentences. "...made of oyster, banana, rabbit genitals, and cocoa extract. It's in the form of a thick cream and it's highly potent." She smiles when she notices you. "Hello, Principal $name. Thank you for joining us. I was just discussing one of my inventions from a previous laboratory. "Now, as I was saying, the chemical was immediately banned by the FDA because it's so powerful it can make people do things they'd later regret..." You chuckle and say, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but what are we talking about here?" She turns to you and smiles. "My aphrodisiac formula, of course!" "An aphrodisiac? You mean..." "Yes, that's right. It increases one's libido... their... sexual urges." The students begin to murmur to each other. She turns to the class. "Now, who would like to volunteer for a demonstration?" Mia alone shoots her arm straight up into the air. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>You see Olivia elbow her in the side and whisper, "You don't even know how long it lasts or its side effects! What if it hurts you?"<<else>>Olivia rolls her eyes and says, "Of course she would..." Mia looks back at Olivia and sticks out her tongue.<</if>> "My," Mrs. Curie says, "someone's eager. Anyone else?" Mia looks around the room and smiles when she sees she's the only one. [[Let Mia have her fun.->AphrodisiacMia]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "She ran a class where she demonstrated the effects of her aphrodisiac by applying it on Mia">><<chardetail "Mia" "She received aphrodisiac from Mrs. Curie.">>

"Very well," Mrs. Curie says, "Looks like you're the only volunteer." Mia jumps out of her desk and stands by Mrs. Curie's side with her hands behind her back. She sways her shoulders back and forth while smiling. Mrs. Curie puts on one latex glove and squirts some aphrodisiac cream on it from a metal tube. She puts it under Mia's nose and her nostrils flare as she sniffs. From her reaction, it doesn't seem to smell bad. "Now," Mrs. Curie continues, "I procured these metal cuffs from Ms. Ball, your PE teacher. You'll see why I need these in a moment." Mia looks concerned for the first time when Mrs. Curie restrains her arms behind her back. "Turn around so you can have a little privacy," Mrs. Curie says as she squats down and takes off Mia's panties with her ungloved hand. She looks up and whispers something you can't hear to Mia and she nods back, then you see Mrs. Curie reach for Mia's crotch. Her hand is hidden by Mia's skirt. Mia hunches over suddenly and puts her hand on Mrs. Curie's shoulder. "That should do it," Mrs. Curie says as she stands up. While pulling off her glove and disposing of it she says, "I've applied a bit to Mia's clitoris. It should only take a few moments." [[Continue->AphrodisiacMia2]]

You're afraid to blink. She seems to be acting normal and she looks around the room slowly at all the students with a big smile on her face. Suddenly it turns to a frown and she looks down at her skirt. "It tingles," she says. "Ah yes," Mrs. Curie announces. "Tingling is the first stage. But it only lasts for a few moments." She hooks her arm under one of Mia's armpits. Mia lifts her face to the ceiling and tries to fall to the floor, but Mrs. Curie holds her in place. "This is the second stage. Would you say that you're feeling a burning sensation?" "Yes!" Mia yells. "Make it stop!" Mrs. Curie positions herself behind Mia and hooks both arms under her armpit to prevent her from falling to the floor. "As you can see, it's slightly uncomfortable." She looks behind Mia's back. "What you can't see is she's desperately trying to free her hands from her cuffs. This is a common response I always like to demonstrate: Despite how futile the effort is, she'll take irrational measures to touch herself right now." She holds her chin out high and adds, "This is one of the things I meant when I said the formula is very potent." Mia lifts her legs off the floor and squeezes them tight to masturbate. Mrs. Curie struggles to carry the weight and lowers her to the floor. She rolls to her stomach and starts whimpering. Arching her back, she reaches as far as she can behind her to rub her crotch with her hands, but they aren't long enough. She resigns herself to gyrating on the floor in a pathetic attempt to find some friction. Mrs. Curie points at Mia, "This phase will last until she gets some 'relief'. But before we get to the next phase, I have something else to show you." She grabs Mia's arm and flips her on her back. You're at the side of the room and Mia's crotch is facing you. "Too late to be modest now, dear," she says to Mia as she lifts her skirt and displays her private parts to the class. "Argh, touch me!" she pleads with a grunt. There's no hint of modesty from Mia as her bald slit is revealed to you. She never breaks eye contact with Mrs. Curie. From the way she's acting, it's as if they're the only two people in the room. She lifts her hips to her teacher's hand in a vain attempt for it to brush against her crotch. Mia shakes her head side to side and starts kicking her legs in a sexually frustrated tantrum. Unfortunately, it falls on deaf ears. Mrs. Curie moves to the side of Mia and pushes her knees flat to the ground so they don't obstruct the view. "Class, observe how swollen her clitoris has become." You've had a few opportunities to see Mia bottomless and her clit has never been this large. It's completely erect and sticking out of its hood. In what is normally a rare sight, you can easily make out the clitoris shaft peeking out from under the hood. The glossy, bulbous tip sits on top of it and shines under the classroom lights. You notice where the two labia minora connect to the underside of the clitoris tip. This connection forms a little crease between the two lips that causes a seductive crease under the clit. The only reason you're able to see it is because the clit has protruded so far out its underside is visible. It's a rare sight, normally you can only see the front of the clit. You have a little fantasy of gliding the tip of your tongue from the base of that crease all the way to the tip. Would it part or is it firm? More importantly, you wonder how Mia would react to the sensation. [img[images/aphro_clit.png]] You snap out of your daydream. Like an object, Mrs. Curie rotates Mia's body on the floor with her legs. She spins Mia until her crotch is facing the class. Then she parts her knees then looks up and says, "Hmm? Would anyone like a closer view? No?" <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Olivia yells from her desk, "She's doesn't like it! Stop!" "I'm afraid at this point it has to run its course. Also, that's an incorrect assessment. She is, in fact, enjoying it very much, she's just... 'frustrated'."<</if>> "Lend a hand?" Mrs. Curie asks you while grabbing one of Mia's arms and pointing her head to her desk. You hook your arms under Mia's and place her face up on the teacher's desk. Mia writhes and begs for someone to touch her. "Just a moment," Mrs. Curie says as she puts on another latex glove. She's about to touch the clitoris when she pauses. "Hmmm..." "What is it," you ask. "Just a lot more secretion than I'm used to seeing," she says while pointing at the vagina. "Class, notice how it's oozing out of her at an alarming rate. Dehydration can be an unfortunate side effect of this formula." Her vulva is bright red and looks as if it's been spanked. Mia bucks her hips and squeals, "Touch it! Please!" "Very well," Mrs. Curie replies with a smile. "Pay attention, class." [[Continue->AphrodisiacMia3]]

Mrs. Curie extends her index finger and slowly lowers it toward the engorged clitoris. "Careful now," she says to herself. The swollen nub receives the slightest of contact. Really, Ms. Monet did little more than run the tip of her finger up it, but Mia's whole body contracts and her hips jut upward. As soon as Mia gives that reaction, Ms. Monet retracts her finger. Mia makes a sound that you can only describe as a mixture between a gurgle and a squeal. Her arms strain as they pull against the cuffs. When the noise dies down, Mia's body collapses but she immediately grunts in frustration and starts thrusting her hips toward Mrs. Curie to beg for more. Each time Mia lands, the handcuff chain makes a little tinkle sound. "Please!" Mia squeals with frustration. Ignoring her, Mrs. Curie turns to the class. "You're a little far away, but I assume you saw how little contact was required to bring about this extreme reaction. When we studied the drug in my lab we discovered it removes the need for any sort of foreplay. An orgasm is almost always imminent at this phase. Allow me to demonstrate." Mrs. Curie places her gloved thumb and index on either side of the clitoris and Mia reacts with a long, low moan. The teacher smiles and says, "Notice I don't even have any lube on my finger. That's normally a no-no, but..." The tweaks her thumb and finger around the clit. Mia squeals and slams her legs shut, then starts pumping her hips in the air. "Oh god!" she screams as her legs quiver. You see vaginal juices pour out and slide down the side of the desk. She tilts her head back and groans. "...with the formula in effect, it's perfectly fine to touch without lubrication." Mia collapses on the desk. "Two additional things to note. One: There's little to no refractory period. She'll be ready for another orgasm soon. And two: Other parts of her body have become more sensitive even though I only applied the cream to her clitoris." Mrs. Curie holds up two fingers and smiles as she wiggles them. She turns her back to the class and sticks them into Mia's vagina. After 3 pumps Mia gasps and begins shivering while screaming in pleasure. She flips her head side to side as she orgasms. When it subsides she bites her lip and breathes heavy through her nose. "OK... OK..." she says while trying to catch her breath. "No more, please." "She may seem tired," Mrs. Curie continues, "but she's quite capable of having another orgasm right now. Giving her one in this state might be cruel, but if we wait for a bit we'll see her go through all the stages of the aphrodisiac again." [[Continue->AphrodisiacMia4]]

As promised, Mia crosses her legs tight and pleads for someone to touch or unlock her. "Now then," Mrs. Curie says, "I notice a disturbing lack of volunteers from this class so I'll make this next part mandatory: I want everyone to form a line in front of Mia. Each of you will give her at least one orgasm before sitting back in your seat." She claps her hands. "Chop chop." The students form a line in front of Mia in a disorderly fashion. "Let's all be sanitary, remember to wear a glove." She places the box on the corner of her desk and guides on the students as they perform their assignment. Olivia is the 5th student in line and when she gets to the front Mia's sweating on the desk and trying to catch her breath.<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> She grabs Mia's hand and shakes it. With a frown and a pout, she asks, "Are you OK?"<</if>> Mia can barely open her eyes. Her orgasm subsides before she catches her breath and she groans, asking for another. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>When Mia notices Olivia standing before her, she asks her to suck her clitoris so loud the whole class can hear. Some of the students giggle and Olivia blushes. She turns around and warns them to shut up unless they want to deal with her later in the hallway. "Uh," Mrs. Curie interrupts, "I don't think using your mouth is very sanitary." "It's OK," you say to the teacher, "I'll allow it." Olivia pouts as she massages Mia's hand with her thumb. You think she's more concerned for Mia's well being than how she looks to the other students. Olivia holds eye contact for as long as she can as she lowers her head to Mia's clit. Licking her lips in preparation, she wraps her mouth around the large bud. Olivia's tongue creates a bump under her upper lip as it slides from one corner of her mouth to the other. Apparently she's circling the base of the clit with her tongue. <<else>>As Olivia puts on her glove she grins and asks, "I can give her more than one, right?" "Correct," Mrs. Curie says. Olivia smiles and nods back. She makes an OK symbol and flicks Mia's clit with her index nail. It must be extremely painful because you can hear the flicking noise from where you're standing. Mia gasps, kicks, and shakes her hips side to side to scoot away from the pain, but the orgasm catches up to her. As she quivers from the pleasure/pain, she tries to catch her heel on the desk so she can push herself away from the relentless flicking but her bottom is too close to the edge to reach. Her legs shut to protect her vulnerable clitoris. Olivia slides her other forearm between the legs, forcefully pries them open, and continues flicking. The previous orgasm isn't even half done when Mia is forced into have a second. She uses the last of her energy to buck her hips once before going limp on the table and begins gurgling. The flicking continues without mercy. Her eyes roll back in her head as she mumbles incoherently. <</if>>A sudden loud bang echoes through the room as Mia's head slams against the desk: She's having a very powerful orgasm. She groans like an animal then squeals. As she crunches her body she squirts a viscous stream of vaginal juices on Olivia's shirt and neck. Mia crunches again and gives a weak "uh" as a shorter stream spurts out. It lands directly on the floor and splatters on Olivia's shoes. [img[images/mia_squirts_on_olivia.png]] Olivia jumps back in shock, spreads her fingers, and waves her hands. She looks down then at Mrs. Curie. "What... that's so... what do I do?" The whole class is eerily quiet. Some have looked away, others are covering their mouth. Even Mrs. Curie seems to be in shock. "I've... I've ever seen that happen," she stammers, trying to think of what to say next. She goes to her desk drawer and pulls out a pair of plastic protective goggles. "From this point forward, the person in the front of the line will have to wear these. Olivia, why don't you take 5 and wash yourself off in the restroom?" Mia's eyes are rolled back in her head and her tongue is hanging out of the side of her mouth like a dog. You walk to Mrs. Curie's side and whisper, "What just happened?" She whispers back, "I don't know... Maybe <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>it was because she used her mouth or maybe <</if>>it's because she's had so many orgasms. The most anybody has ever had on the aphrodisiac is 4 and that was an animal." "What?!" you shout. The student's look at you to see what all the commotion is about. There's a long line of students waiting to give Mia even more orgasms. Furious, you whisper, "That's like 10 more orgasms than has ever been tried before! Why didn't you stop at 4?" "Well... because this is the first time I didn't have a boss telling me to stop at 4. I've always wanted to see what would happen." You're appalled by Mrs. Curie's lack of compassion. She sees the look on your face and begins justifying her behavior. "What? Look at her, she looks happy enough, doesn't she?" It's true that Mia does have a huge, open-mouthed smile on her face, but she seems to be in some sort of stupor. She's looking straight up, her tongue is hanging out of her mouth, and her eyebrows are raised at the center. The student at the front of the line is too nervous to continue. She's waiting for you to tell her what to do. [["End the demonstration. Mia has had enough fun for one day."|AphrodisiacMiaEnd][$aphro_mia_end_early to true]] [[It's just 10 more orgasms. Continue the demonstration->AphrodisiacMia5]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "Mia squirted juices all over her neck when she was on aphrodisiac.">>

<<set $has_aphrodisiac to true>><<if $aphro_mia_end_early>>You stop the demonstration early and have the rest of the students sit back at their desk. <</if>>Mrs. Curie rolls a limp Mia onto her side to unlock the cuffs. Her lifeless tongue flops to the other side of her mouth and you hear the jingling of the key before the teacher reveals the removed cuffs. She rolls Mia onto her back. Mrs. Curie pulls bottle of liquid from her desk and tells the class that this is an oil that will negate the effects of the aphrodisiac. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>By this time Olivia has come back to the room. She says, "I thought you said it couldn't be stopped and has to go through its natural course." "Yes that's correct," Mrs. Curie says. "It can't be stopped unless you use this." Olivia clenches her fists and grits her teeth.<</if>> Mrs. Curie squirts the bottle all over Mia's clit and waits for her to wake out of her trance. Nothing happens. She moves behind her desk to Mia's head and slaps her lightly in the face. "Hello? Wake up dear." Mia groans and blinks and you feel some tension leave the room. She's not dead... You're still concerned though. She still has that stupid, euphoric look on her face. You walk over to her, lift her head, shake it, and say, "Mia? Mia!? How many fingers am I holding up?" You tuck your thumb to your palm. If she says four, you'll know she's still in there. Her eyes slowly look at your hand as she drools from her open mouth. She holds up two peace signs on each hand. "Four!" she yells. Then she goes limp and laughs maniacally as her head rolls back. You look at Mrs. Curie and she shrugs at you. Mia lifts her head back up and has a different expression. You're relieved to see her face isn't stuck that way. With a giant smile she smacks her lips, swallows, and asks, "Can I have some water?" Mrs. Curie lifts a glass to Mia's lips and she drinks. When she swallows the last gulp she says, "Ah! More please." When she finishes the second glass, she pushes herself off the desk and slips on a puddle of her own juices. Her butt lands in the middle of the puddle. "Uh-oh," she says with a giggle. She lifts her hand up and sees that it's coated in viscous juice. "Whoa... Neat!" She looks up at you from the floor and asks, "Did I do that?" Turning to her hand, she stares at the webbing it makes between her fingers then opens her mouth to suck it off. You stop her by grabbing her wrist and Mrs. Curie comes with a Kleenex to wipe it off. Mia seems endlessly amused by what you two are doing. With a huge smile, she looks at you then swings her head to look at Mrs. Curie. "Can I have more water?" she asks with a giggle. Wrapping her arm around your shoulder, you lift her up just as she's about to place her cleaned hand back in the puddle. That's when you notice a large wet mark on the side of her skirt where she fell. The whole class stares in silence as you walk her to her back to her desk. Each student has a different reaction. One covers her mouth and can't stop staring. Others seem to be averting their eyes or repeatedly dragging their hands through their hair. Once you reach your destination, you sit her down. Mrs. Curie places some water on Mia's desk and she drinks it without help. "She seems to be regaining her motor skills." You nod in agreement. When Mia finishes the glass she slumps in her chair. She turns her head to you and smiles with her eyes barely open. Then she scoffs and says, "That was fucking awesome." Her eyes slowly close, her head rolls back, and she begins to snore. The students erupt in laughter. You grab your chest and look at the ceiling. You're confident she'll be back to her normal self when she sleeps this off. You hold a finger to your lip and whisper to Mrs. Curie, "Let's let the class out a little early so Mia can sleep this off." She nods and the students pack up their books and quietly leave<<if $olivia_likes_mia>>. That is, except for Olivia who stays by her side and rubs her back<</if>>. On your way out, you ask Mrs. Curie if you can have a tube of the aphrodisiac. She lets you know that shouldn't be a problem and she'll leave some on your desk tomorrow. [[Office]]

You tell the concerned student at the front of the line to continue. A faint whisper from Mia can be heard. You think she's asking to stop. The student stands back as far as she can while tweaking the clitoris to avoid any collateral damage. She groans as her head slowly rolls back. The cuffs make a metal scraping sound as they scrape against the desk. She makes rapid fire "uh-uh-uh" sounds as she squirts juices onto the floor. You walk behind the desk to get a good look at her expression. Her eyes plead for help but her smile suggests otherwise. You lift her head up to make sure she sees the next student approach. The student hesitates. "Go ahead, Kira," you say. She licks her finger and pets the dilated clit a few times. Mia throws her head back and would have slammed it into the table if you weren't holding it in place. You hear juice spill on the floor as Kira jumps back to avoid it. Mia's eyes roll back in her head for a moment while she recovers. "One second, Kira," you say, interrupting her from walking back to her desk. "Come back here and give her another one. And don't hesitate when you're asked to do something next time." You lift Mia's head so she can see Kira walk back, but she may not be able to see it: Her eyes are still rolled back. Kira licks her finger tips and pets the nub. She looks down at the splash by her feet. Mia barely has the energy to react to this orgasm. You see her pump her hips back and forth a bit and her jaw opens as she gurgles in pleasure. Her neck feels limp in your hands. As the next student approaches to you lightly slap Mia's cheek. "Wake up," you say, "it's Casey. You like Casey, right?" Mia's only reaction is to drool slightly out of her mouth. Unlike Kira, Casey does not hesitate. This orgasm seems different. At the beginning of this orgasm, Mia shivered a bit, but she seems to have gone limp for the second half of it. Mia's limp body does not move, not even to quiver. Her face stays constant in its stupefied smile and her tongue is now sticking out of her mouth. The only indication she's having an orgasm is the sound of the vaginal fluid that shoots out of her and lands on the floor. You look at her for a while and come to a bizarre conclusion. "She passed out." You're amazed that someone can be asleep during an orgasm. What's even weirder is her eyes are still partially opened, but she's not reacting to any outside stimulus. "Fascinating," Mrs. Curie says as she walks over to Mia's head. She touches her tongue and remarks that it doesn't seem too dry so it's probably OK to continue without concern of dehydration. [["Uh, no. We probably went too far as it is. Let's stop here."|AphrodisiacMiaEnd][$aphro_mia_end_early to true]] [[8 more orgasms? Mia could do 8 orgasms in her sleep!->AphrodisiacMia6]]

You move to the front of the desk. Mrs. Curie waves her palm over Mia's eyes, but she doesn't flinch. She lifts up an eyelid. "Hmmm, pupils dilated. She's flush, too." She pulls out a notepad from her desk and starts taking notes. Without looking up, she waves the next student over and says, "Continue." Again, no physical reaction except for the vaginal juice spilling on the floor. Each time it shoots less and with less force. As the line gets shorter, Mia's vagina begins to meekly seep juices without a stream, leaving a shiny trail down her buttock before it drips on the floor. When the last student tweaks, there's no reaction at all. "Hmm," Mrs. Curie says. "Keep going until you give her an orgasm." 15 seconds pass. "Hmm, curious... perhaps we've reached some sort of limit." As Ms. Curie thinks, the student fiddles with the swollen clitoris to coax an orgasm out of it. First, she rubs her thumb on its underside. When that doesn't work, the student bends over and looks up at her thumb. "Hmm." Since that doesn't seem to work, she wiggles her index finger tip over the top of it. The student doesn't stop as she scans Mia's vagina, looking for a sign that she's completed her task, but nothing happens. You can tell Mrs. Curie has an idea as she walks up to the desk and puts on a glove. She pulls one of Mia's legs open and holds it in place with her own body. Then she sticks two fingers inside Mia's vagina. You see Mrs. Curie lift her chin as she looks around toward ceiling. "I feel it," she says as a big grin grows on her face. "She's been continuously orgasming the whole time. There was just no way to observe it." The student gasps and lets go of the clitoris, looking guilty for what she's done. Just for good measure, Mrs. Curie pumps her hand a few times and a little juice squirts out. Still, no reaction from Mia's limp body other than that. She takes off her glove and addresses the class. "I hope that was a good demonstration of the power of this formula. This took over 7 years to develop in my lab and as you can see I'm very proud of it." Mia's limp body is draped over the desk. Her legs carelessly hang over the side. [[Continue->AphrodisiacMiaEnd]]

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<<set $finished_fisting_olivia to true>>You show up to Mrs. Curie's class a little early to discuss an important matter with her. She's setting the equipment and paying you little mind. You say, "I'm sorry to throw a wrench in your plans, but AB just sent me an email with a specific request." She bends over to adjust some equipment on the table and turns to speak over her shoulder, "I'm very busy setting up and there isn't a lot of time before class starts. Can this wait until tomorrow?" "Normally I'd say yes. But the thing is, AB doesn't usually request anything specific. They like the teachers to come up with their own ideas so they be surprised by it at the end of the day." She walks away to adjust another piece of equipment on a different table and you follow her. "So for them to make a specific request must mean they really want to see it. If we could perform it by the end of the day, I think it could mean a very nice bonus for the school. I worry if we wait until tomorrow, AB may not be in the same mood. By that time, they may be 'over it'." "What's the request," she asks over her shoulder as she walks to the next table. You don't follow her. "Umm... 'gaping'." "Please elaborate," she says without stopping what she's doing. "You know, stretching someone's nether regions." She turns to you and furrows her brow. "I don't see the connection between that and chemistry. Wouldn't that be better suited for biology or something?" She walks to the next table. Shoot, that's a good point. When you received that email there was only 10 minutes before the start of the last class of the day so you just ran to the class closest to you without thinking about it. Maybe you can make it to Ms. Darwin's biology class if you sprint. "Wait," Mrs. Curie says. She sticks out her hand like she wants a handshake and swats the air sideways twice. You squint. "What are you doing?" She rolls her eyes, sighs, and says, "Move out of the way." You take a step to the side and she walks to a short cabinet you were standing in front of. "I'm a genius," she says as she opens it and pulls out a large, empty beaker. She holds it in front of you like it's the solution to all your problems. "Uhh," you say. "What is it? Some kind of science fiction, invisible liquid or something?" She squints and turns her palms toward the ceiling. "Are you serious right now?" She pulls the beaker to her chest, rotates it a bit, and taps on a label you hadn't noticed. "It's 'lubrication'. And as you can see, I'm currently out of it. The students could make their own-" "-and then they could use it on each other!" you interrupt. "That's right," she says with a smile. You grab her shoulder and shake it. "You're a genius!" "Aw, normally that would mean a lot to me, but that might just be the gas fumes talking. By the way, can you help me twist the rest of the knobs on these tables before the whole place explodes?" [[Continue->FistingOlivia2]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "She ran a class where the students would create their own lube.">>

You stand at the back of the class as it starts. Mrs. Curie says, "OK class, I'm not sure if you've talked to the students who took my earlier class, but there's been a change of plans. We're going to learn something different. We'll combine some ingredients to make something that should be very useful to you while you're at Saint Mary's. Parabens, propylene glycol, glycerin, carrageenan, maybe some gluconolactone... Can anyone guess what we're making?" There are a lot of confused faces. She gives some hints. "It's slippery." Rubbing her index and thumb together, she says, "Viscous. It's something <<if $has_futa>>most of you<<else>>you all<</if>> produce naturally, but today we'll be making an artificial form of it." Her smile falters as she waits for someone to guess. "Nobody? Today we'll be making lubrication." On hearing this, some students start fidgeting in their chair. "Yes," she continues as she holds up the empty beaker. "I happen to be out so this is a great way to kill two birds with one stone. You'll all learn how to create lubrication and I'll be able to reuse it to restock my supplies." Mrs. Curie spends a few minutes demonstrating how to mix certain ingredients to produce the concoction. She shows how one set of ingredients becomes water based lube but if you combine a different set of ingredients, it becomes silicon or oil based. Then she says, "There's a piece of paper on your desk on how to make each type. I'll leave it up to you to decide which you produce. They all have their pros and cons." Kira raises her hand. "Mrs. Curie?" "Yes, dear?" "Umm, when we finish making the lubrication are we free to leave for the day?" "Oh no, dear," Mrs. Curie chuckles. "When you finish making the lube, I'm going to add a mystery ingredient to each. Then we'll form pairs." "Oh... OK." Kira opens her mouth like she's going to ask something but stops herself. She crosses her arms with hunched shoulders, and her eyes dart side to side. Olivia is slouching with her elbow draped across the back of the chair. She scoffs and asks with some irritation in her voice, "Then what?" Kira smiles at Olivia and rapidly nods her head. "Then we'll have a little activity where you each try to guess the mystery ingredient and we'll see how effective we made our lube." Olivia's brow furrows. "Now then- yes dear?" Another student has raised her hand. "How do we test how effective it is again?" "I haven't said that part yet," Mrs. Curie replies. "But, since you're so eager to know I'll tell you: Good lubrication is absorbed slowly into the body so it lasts longer. We'll time how long it takes before you need to reapply. It should not be abrasive or sticky. And, most importantly, the better the lube the more fingers you'll be able to fit into your pair and the deeper you'll be able to go." A few students tilt their heads back and look at each other with contorted faces. Olivia pounds the table, rolls her eyes, and says, "I knew it." Amy covers her face in embarrassment and puts her head on the desk. The rest of the class mutters about how they don't want to do it. Mrs. Curie motions like she's patting the air down and says, "Calm down class. It'll be perfectly sanitary. I'll pass out gloves." For some reason that doesn't have the pacifying effect she is looking for. You cross your arms and wonder if you'll have to interject, but the class calms down on its own. You're glad you didn't have to say anything. Over time the students have learned that lessons like these are the new norm, but they're not yet to the point where they accept it without complaint. You hear Olivia say under her breath, "I hope I get the ingredient that makes this class interesting." A few students around her snicker. "OK then." Mrs. Curie clasps her hands near her face. "Shall we get started? Please raise your hand if you need any help creating your lubrication. Stop when you've created 300 milliliters in your beaker. That's probably more than we need, but better to be safe than sorry." [[Continue->FistingOlivia3]]

Mrs. Curie walks to the back of the class to talk to you. She says, "You're a busy woman and you often have to get back to your office before class ends. So, which mystery ingredient would you like me to add first?" She half smiles when she says, "Don't worry, I'll spell them out in layman's terms for you." You roll your eyes and say, "Thanks." <<if $fp_vaginal_fisting>>\ !!!The mystery ingredient for the vagina: <<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "placebo" checked>> Let's not use a mystery ingredient. <<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "menthol">> A cooling, tingling ingredient. Some find the sensation to be pleasant. It's very slow acting so it'll take a while to notice. <<if $has_futa_semen_jar>>\ <<radiobutton "$fo_vagina" "semen">> Use the placebo until properly gaped, then we'll think of something creative to do with the weeks old jar of trans girl semen. <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $fp_anal_fisting>>\ !!!The mystery ingredient for the ass: <<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "placebo" checked>> Let's not use a mystery ingredient. <<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "spicy">> A spicy ingredient. It'll burn like crazy. It's very slow acting so it'll take a while to notice. <<if $has_futa_semen_jar>>\ <<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "semen">> Use the placebo until properly gaped, then we'll think of something creative to do with the weeks old jar of trans girl semen. <</if>>\ <<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "deep">> One of my special ingredients that reduces friction to almost nothing and will let you go surprisingly deep. <<radiobutton "$fo_ass" "relaxant">> A muscle relaxant. It'll loosen up the colon. But be aware it's long lasting so you won't be in complete control of your bowels for a few hours after application. <</if>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia4]]

The pairs are picked in advance and everyone puts their head down to focus on creating their lube. Everyone, that is, except for Olivia. She's paired up in the back with Amy and is not taking the exercise seriously. You also notice Amy's face is a little red. You tap Olivia on her shoulder and ask why she's not working. She looks up at you and swallows hard. "I convinced Amy to make twice as much so I can just use hers." "Part of the point of this lesson is to learn how to make your own lubrication," you say with a furrowed brow. "It's a useful thing to know." Olivia rolls her eyes and says, "Yeah right! The real lesson you want me to learn is how far I can shove my hand inside Amy! Don't worry, in an hour I'll be so good at it I can teach the class." From the corner of your eye you see Amy tremble. You lower your eyebrows and Olivia sinks back into her chair. She looks down at the desk and says, "OK, sorry. I'll do the exercise." "Come with me, Amy." You grab her by the hand and pull her to where Olivia can't hear. "How did Olivia convince you to do her work?" "I dunno," she says as she rubs the back of her neck, casts a glance at something, then frowns. "I just said I would do it." Following Amy's line of sight, you realize she just glanced at Olivia. There's no way to get an answer from Amy if she's feeling threatened by Olivia so you stand between them to block the view. Lifting Amy's chin with your finger, you force her to make eye contact. "Amy, be honest with me. You're not in trouble here." She looks around and sighs, "She- she said she would shove her whole fist in without any lube if I didn't do what she said." Your nostrils flare as you grit your teeth. You wouldn't have a problem with one of your teachers threatening your students: That's their prerogative and can often be a useful tool to keep order. But when a disrespectful student does it, that's a different matter entirely. Next she'll think she can get away with threatening a teacher. If she threatens one of the more timid teachers like Ms. Darwin, she might get away with it. And if she does it publicly, other students may get the same idea. You're not going to wait idly by to see if Olivia pushes on that boundary. Better to stop this behavior before it becomes a bigger problem. You storm off to Olivia and when she looks at your face her eyes widen. "Up!" you command as you beckon her out of her seat. When she stands she rubs her arms as she looks to the floor and asks, "Am I being punished?" You ignore her and point to the front of the class and say, "Let's go." You cut through the desks as you walk to the front of the class. A few students, "Oooh," and snicker as Olivia walks by. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>The only one concerned for Olivia seems to be Mia.<<else>>Mia hides her smile behind her hand<</if>> [[Continue->FistingOlivia5]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "She was punished in Mrs. Curie's class for threatening Amy. The punishment was to be fisted by the whole class.">>

Mrs. Curie tilts her head. "What's wrong," she asks. "Change of plans," you say. "Olivia needs to be punished. She was threatening one of the students and refusing to participate in class." "Punished now? What about the lesson plan? Why not after class?" You shake your head and press your finger on the desk. "Now." "Well, if a punishment must be immediate... I... I guess we could make her the focus of the second part of class. Olivia, how would you like to be the class' sole test subject?" Her mouth opens to contest but Mrs. Curie interrupts and says, "It was a rhetorical question, dear." She slaps her palm on the desk and says, "Take off your clothes and hop up on all fours." "Naked?!" Olivia asks. She looks at the students and they've all stopped what they're doing to watch the scene unfold. Mrs. Curie nods. Her face is neutral. Olivia whimpers and rubs her wrist. She looks at you two for mercy but you both look back impatiently. She turns her back to the class and undresses. When she bends over to pull down her panties, she covers the back of her bottom with the other. <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia chews on her pencil and smiles as she watches.<</if>> [img[images/olivia_enf.png]] When completely undressed, she slowly crawls onto the teacher's desk from the back and faces the class. She uses one arm to cover her chest so her nipples aren't visible, but you can still make out her swaying cleavage as it dangles toward the desk. The look on her face is of utter humiliation. Mrs. Curie points her finger to the floor and moves it in a circling motion. "Have your bottom face the class." "But they're not even close to finishing. Can I please cover up until they're ready?" Mrs. Curie looks at you and you shake your head. Olivia blinks back tears and clumsily turns around on the desk. Everyone gets a good look at her vulva as she gets into position. Unlike some of the other girls, her inner lips hang out a little past the thicker outer lips. Her vulva is the same pale color as the rest of her skin but you have a feeling it'll turn a shade of red as the punishment commences. As you're trying to get a better look, she places the side of her face on the desk, reaches one hand through her legs to cover her vulva, and covers her anus by reaching behind her back. Mrs. Curie says, "You have to spread yourself for the exercise. May as well get started now." Olivia whines and sniffles but then she places each hand on her buttocks and spreads it open to the class. You take advantage of your front row view to inspect at your leisure. <<linkreplace "Inspect her anus" t8n>>At your height you can make out more of her anus than her vagina. The classroom lighting makes some interesting details noticeable that you normally wouldn't be able to see. Short, light threads of hair frame the outer edge of her anus. Under other circumstances you'd remind her to wax or Nair it but at the moment, all you can think about is how she'd probably jump if you were to brush your finger tip against them. At the center is the tight, puckered pink ring of her sphincter. Beyond that is the rest of her anus with the cute hairs and it matches the color of the rest of her skin. Because of the way she's holding her cheeks open, the majority of the wrinkles are pulled horizontally. Right now, you don't think you could even fit a lubed q-tip in there, but the punishment will soon change that.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Inspect her vulva" t8n>>From where you stand, you can only see the bottom half of her vulva. Her vagina is sealed shut by her inner lips, forming a protective slit. They're slightly parted, but prevent you from seeing inside her hold. They give no indication that she's aroused: There's no wetness and they're the same shade as the rest of her skin. On bending over, you notice that one of the inner lips is folded back and stuck on the bigger lip on its same side. The other inner lip is flat against the center, blocking the hole. You wonder if the folded one will straighten out if she stays in that position long enough of if that's just it's natural state. Her clit hood completely covers her clitoris which is another sign she's not enjoying this.<</linkreplace>> As you give her a review, you can't help but notice she's very tight in both holes. That's probably because - being the alpha dog of the students - she gives a lot more than she takes. Who knows how many students she's bullied to do her class assignments. It's like Mrs. Curie read your mind when she whispers to Olivia, "A little advice. Try to relax. It'll help a lot." She addresses the class. "There's been a slight change of plans. You'll no longer have to test your lubrication on your pair." You see a lot of faces light up. "Instead, you'll be testing your lubrication on our little guinea pig at the front." Mrs. Curie taps on Olivia's hand and Olivia shifts her weight away to avoid the touch. "Now then, let's continue with the assignment." She smiles back at the class and they get back to work. Some take longer than others to put their heads down. Moving her chair to the side of the desk, she waits for someone to ask a question. You decide to stay at the front by Olivia but on the other side of the desk from Mrs. Curie. She's spread before the class and all you can hear is her rapid breath. "Shh," you whisper as you rub her lower back. It's a little sweaty. "Try to relax." Her anus winks then loosens which lets her spread further apart. She opens her knees and it causes her labia to part a bit. Once given the room, her inner lip that was curled inward flops out straight. "That's better," you say as you bite your lower lip. On peering upward, you notice Casey is watching. As soon as you make eye contact with Casey, she redirects her attention back to her work and starts tapping her toes. You whisper to Olivia, "I've noticed at least two admirers so far." Her toes curl in response. "Three," you whisper as you spot another. [[Continue->FistingOlivia7]]

<<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ Mia raises her hand and Mrs. Curie beckons her to the front. She limps over while clutching the beaker, eyes occasionally darting at Olivia and frowning. When she reaches the front, she clears her throat and says, "I'm done," to Mrs. Curie.\ <<else>>\ Mia raises her hand and Mrs. Curie beckons her to the front. She skips over with her beaker hugged between her arms and holds it up to her teacher with her shoulders back and her chin high. "I'm done!"\ <</if>> "Wow, that was fast," you say. Mrs. Curie nods and dips her finger tip into it to test its consistency. She lights up and says, "This is very good, Mia. Almost perfect. And you finished so fast, too. It seems like it'll be a while before your peers catch up to you. Why don't you wait for them at your desk?" She pushes her hair out of her face and says, "Well... I think that will be a few minutes. Could I sit with you three while I wait?" Mrs. Curie's head flinches back slightly. You answer before Mrs. Curie can. "I don't have a problem with that." She hugs her beaker and thanks you. With her back to the class, she sits directly behind Olivia, leaning forward and staring with rapt attention at the vulva. Internally, you laugh at Mia's boldness. For some reason you expected her to subtly work her way up to this point, but you forgot who you're dealing with. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ Mia hooks her pinky finger around Olivia's pinky toe and says, "Hey, it's me. Are you doing OK?" A sniffle is the only response. "I, uh, I made it the best I could so, you know, it's easier on you? And I watched some of the other students. They're doing a good job, too. Do you want me to help them or stay?" Olivia whispers, "Stay," and Mia blushes when she glances at you. She rubs the arch of Olivia's foot to calm her. "This is so embarrassing," Olivia says. "Can you stand up and block their view?" You look at Mia and shake your head. Mia frowns and says, "I'm not allowed to." She looks behind her shoulder and frowns. "Don't worry, nobody else is looking." Should you call Mia out on her lie? You decide not to. Besides, Olivia is well aware of your counting.\ <<else>>\ As she looks up, Mia presses her palms lightly against her cheeks. Her eyes slowly migrate from looking at one part of the vulva to another. She stands up, puts her hands on her knees, and looks deep into the vagina. She's so obscenely close she must be able to feel Olivia's warmth on her cheeks. She squints one eye and mutters that she wishes she could see deeper. Olivia feels the presence behind her and moves her hips forward to gain space. You gently place your hand on her shoulder and tell her she's blocking the view. As she sits down, she says, "Sorry. I wanted to see if she was enjoying this." Mia fiddles with her fingers and tells you, "She's not." "It wouldn't be a very good punishment if she was, would it?" you ask. She shakes her head and smiles as she turns her attention back to the vulva. You watch her fidget for a while as she bites her lower lip. After a few moments she stops moving. Her eyes grow larger as she takes in everything. Then, without a change on that transfixed expression, she raises her palm up to feel the warmth radiating from the vulva. "Mia," you scold, "that blocks the view, too." She tucks her hands under her armpits and says, "Sorry!"\ <</if>> "May I go first," Mia asks you and Mrs. Curie. Mrs. Curie replies, "I was thinking, for Olivia's sake, it might be better to go with the person with the smallest hands. I think that would be her friend, Amy." Olivia's breath hastens as she starts to stiffen. Mrs. Curie doesn't seem to understand that Amy may be looking for payback from Olivia's threats. "But-" Mia says. "-I think that makes a lot of sense," you interrupt. Mia looks at you with her mouth open, then at Mrs. Curie, but she doesn't fight the suggestion. [[Continue->FistingOlivia8]]

The rest of the class finishes the assignment barring a few stragglers and Mrs. Curie decides to move on to the next part since time is limited. Amy is called up and Mia is asked to go back to her seat. Mrs. Curie asks Amy, "Do you know what to do?" Amy shakes her head, blushing noticeably. Mrs. Curie says, "That's fine! Everyone's gotta start somewhere. First, put on one of these gloves. Now, I'm going to squirt in the mystery ingredient and stir it like so. OK, dip your finger in your lube. Coat it really well, and don't be shy about it. Good, now come with me." She brings the beaker with her and walks to Olivia's backside. Olivia turns her head to look at Amy and glares at her. It makes Amy cross her arms over her chest and take a step back. Looking up to Mrs. Curie, she says, "I don't want to." You tell Olivia, "If you're going to make this difficult or try to threaten my students, we can do this every day until you learn your lesson. How does that sound?" Olivia looks away from Amy and whimpers, her fingers trembling a bit. You tell the class, "If Olivia threatens any of you about what you did in today's lesson, let me know." Turning to Amy, you add, "If I hear anything, there will be severe consequences for her." It seems to put her at ease. Mrs. Curie pauses a beat and continues. "Hmm, she looks really dry so we're going to start real slow. Just try to get some lube on the entrance." Amy crinkles her brow and asks, "Like this, or this?" She made a circling motion and a poking motion, respectively. "Circle first, then poke." Amy reaches, hesitates, then circles the vaginal entrance with her finger. Olivia's immediate reaction is to squeal and move her hips to the side to avoid it. Amy goes pale and looks at Mrs. Curie with pleading eyes. You tell Olivia, "Behave yourself." She apologizes and moves back into position. Patting her on the back, Mrs. Curie says, "Try again, Amy. You were doing well." Amy pauses and exhales slowly to psych herself up. When she touches this time, Olivia gives an uncomfortable groan, but she doesn't move away. She rearranges her fingers on her buttocks but is obedient enough to keep them spread. "There, that's very good," Mrs. Curie compliments. "But remember, circles. Not side to side." She grabs Amy's hand and moves it in a circling motion for her. "You're doing great. Now, reapply some more." They do that a few times until the entrance is nice and wet. The hole glistens as if Olivia were naturally turned on. You take a moment to notice she has goose bumps all over her bottom. A trail of thick lube spills out and slowly trickles its way down to Olivia's clitoris. "Now we poke?" Amy asks. "Yes, but don't go all in at once. Just start with your tip and I'll tell you when to do more." Amy hooks her first knuckle into the vagina. Olivia groans again and shifts the weight on her hips, but not enough for the fingertip to slip out. Amy remains hooked when she looks at Mrs. Curie and asks, "Like this?" You raise an eyebrow. Come to think of it, you can't recall a time when Amy's been on the giving end of an interaction like this. You whisper to avoid embarrassing her, "Is this your first time playing with a girl?" She removes her finger and holds on to her wrist. "Why? Am I doing it wrong?" You smile warmly at her to try to help her relax. "Well, think about what you would like done to yourself and start there." She glances at you then Mrs. Curie and grimaces. "You mean, you've never..." She shakes her head. You're excited you get to teach little Amy this lesson. Are there other students in your school that are this innocent? You'd think everyone would be well versed by now. You put your hand on the side of your mouth and whisper, "Don't worry, Amy, we'll walk you through it." She blushes and mouths the words, "Thank you." [[Continue->FistingOlivia9]]

"Put your finger back in," you say. She does as she's told and looks to you for further instruction. Mrs. Curie chimes in like a devil on her other shoulder. "Straighten it can go a bit deeper." Olivia inhales loudly through her nostrils. "Good." You grab Amy's wrist and slide it in a bit deeper. Olivia hisses through her teeth and juts her butt forward a bit. Amy looks a little concerned that she's causing pain. You let go and explain: "Normally you'd want to have a lot of foreplay before you insert a finger like this. But, class is only an hour long. We're cutting some corners." "Let's reapply," Mrs. Curie says to you and you nod back. She slowly pulls Amy out and pours some lube onto her finger from the beaker. Making some small talk as she pours, she asks, "Are you having fun?" Amy smiles but shrugs, then Mrs. Curie guides Amy's finger back into the vagina. Olivia huffs uncomfortably as it slides in. "Good," you say. "Why don't you try reapplying like that a few more times on your own?" You whisper to say, "I think you're ready." Amy pulls her finger out, dips it into the beaker, and sticks it back into the vagina. The lips separate along the side of the vagina as her inexperienced finger enters. As it goes in, it drags against the left labia minora and makes it fold back. You point and say, "You're caught a little bit there." "Oops." Amy bites her tongue to focus as she reaches to move it away with her ungloved hand. You see Mrs. Curie about to point out the sanitation issue but you place your finger on your lip and give her a stern look. She holds her tongue. Amy is unaware of your little interaction. She pinches the little lip and moves it to the side then looks at Mrs. Curie and asks, "Now what? Do I keep going?" Mrs. Curie smiles and grabs Amy's wrist. Without a word she guides Amy's finger deeper with a very slow but consistent pace. Amy's eyes widen as her finger disappears inside Olivia. A faint grunt is heard as it nears the base. Eventually, Amy's finger can go no further because it's stopped by her other curled knuckles. "How did that feel," Mrs. Curie asks. "Warm." You rustle her hair and she smiles. "Try this," you say as you grab her wrist and pump it back and forth. "Just like you were doing before, but without reapplying. See?" You let go, put your hands on your knees, and say, "Now you give it a try without me. K?" Olivia is silent as Amy fingers her. She tilts her head to watch her finger disappear inside Olivia. "Faster," you mutter from under your hand. When Amy picks up the pace, Olivia's breath gets heavy and synchronizes with the rhythm of the finger. You whisper to Amy, "Hear that breathing? It means she likes it. But I think she's trying to hide it so you and the class don't know." Amy looks at you without stopping and asks, "Why?" You smile and whisper, "Because she's too embarrassed." "Oh." It's difficult for you to read the expression on Amy's face. Does she like that Olivia's embarrassed? You whisper, "Why don't you go even faster and we'll see if she can still hide it?" A smirk appears on Amy's face as she obeys. Mrs. Curie turns to the class while this continues. "Anyone have a guess as to the effect of the mystery ingredient?" Soft grunts are the only noise in the room. "No one? OK then, we'll keep going." [[Continue->FistingOlivia10]]

Mrs. Curie holds up the beaker to Amy. She slows down before dipping her finger in again. Amy's about to re-insert it into her peer when Mrs. Curie grabs her by the shoulder and holds up two fingers. She wiggles them in front of Amy's face. "Oh," she says as she coats her middle finger, too. It's challenging to get that second finger in. The index finger enters without resistance, but the middle catches on the side of the vaginal entrance. "Hmm." She removes her finger and tries again with the middle finger first. That doesn't make it any easier. She twists her hand while pushing her index in. It's a tight fit but the index finger is able to squeeze its way past the entrance. Amy's index finger straightens to catch up with her middle finger. She twists her hand so that her palm faces the floor and the vaginal entrance bulges out around the fingers. Amy looks up at you and smiles. "Great job," you say. "You did that without any help!" She starts pumping with two fingers as she looks at you and you give her a smile and a nod to let her know she's on the right track. Then she looks at her teacher and receives more encouragement. With new found confidence, she turns to face Olivia's bottom and furrows her brow as she pumps faster. Amy's fingers catch on the labia minora as she pumps in. It causes them to curl inward, but when she pulls out they unfurl again. The lips flutter each time she pumps. Eventually, Amy pulls out to reapply lube and you see she's completely engaged on her task. Mrs. Curie grins at you and you smile back and nod. Amy pulls up her sleeve and bites her tongue as she pumps faster and faster. Olivia's breathing becomes shallow and you hear her swallow and gasp for breath. Her fingers become claw-like and dig into her bottom. Amy slows to a stop and Olivia is left panting on all fours. She reaches into the beaker and dips in 3 fingers. She's about to force them all in when Mrs. Curie stops her by grabbing her wrist and says, "Ah, one moment. Let's give the class a chance to guess first." You turn your back to the class and cover your mouth with both hands to hide your smile. To think that only 2 minutes ago Amy was terrified when Olivia groaned. Mrs. Curie turns to the class while holding Amy's wrist up high. "Can anyone guess the mystery ingredient now?" A drop of lube splatters from Amy's hand onto the floor.<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Mia glances at others and wrinkles her forehead. "Is it something that makes her dry out?" "Incorrect." Nobody else has a guess.<</if>> You wonder if the lack of participation has to do with the class wanting to see Olivia suffer or if they really can't make a guess. You stand behind Olivia to check the "damage". The hole looks a little swollen, tender, and pink. Some lube spilled out of her and is crawling down her inner thigh. Most importantly, there is a little gape. Enough to fit a finger in. It's not much, but you //can// see inside. Well, sort of. Without a proper light source you see a dark hole. "OK then, we'll keep going until someone can guess." Mrs. Curie releases Amy's arm and Amy coats the vagina with lube from her hand. Then she makes a point with her 3 fingers and touches that point to the vaginal entrance. Amy pushes the tip of her 3 fingers in. It takes a few minutes, but eventually Amy is pumping. No one can guess what the lube's mystery ingredient is. It's a struggle, but Amy is able to do the same with 4 fingers. When Amy removes her hand you decide you'd like to see the tunnel she's been boring through. You command Olivia to stop spreading her cheeks and spread her lips instead. She obeys by pulling them out and up. There's little hesitation, but you do hear her whine at the request. The outer lips are still the same color of her skin, indicating she's not turned on, but the inside is a dark shade of pink. This coloration is probably just from the friction. You pause to make sure the rest of the class has enough time to see the view then you bend over to focus on the close up details. The gape is impressive. You could probably fit 3 of your fingers in with ease. Amy's effort has created a teardrop-shaped hole between Olivia's lips. The narrow part of this teardrop is pointing at her clitoris and the hole is wide enough that some light can shine through so you can see the inside of her vagina clearly. When she swallows hard or flexes, you see the top and bottom of the canal collapse to touch, revealing some deep, pink ridges on the side closest to her clitoris. It opens up again when she relaxes. Now you can see there are actually ridges all around the canal with no particular pattern you can discern. You position Amy in front of you and put your hands on her shoulders and nudge her a bit. She lifts her chin and peers down inside. You bend down and put your chin near her shoulder. With a pointed finger you inquire, "Did you feel something squishy when you touched that bottom part?" She nods. "Know what it was?" "No," she whispers as she shuffles her feet. "That's her g-spot. It's got a weird, spongy feeling if you push against it but it feels good when you do." She smiles with the corner of her mouth. "Wanna try again... just touching that part?" "OK," she says. She pushes the bottom of her index finger against the ridges. "Squishy," she whispers. Olivia clears her throat and her vaginal canal closes shut. This startles Amy and she jerks her hand back and giggles nervously while holding onto her wrist. She turns to you, bites her lip, and says, "It's kinda scary when it does that." "Don't worry. It won't bite you," you say. You stand up straight, give her a quick shoulder rub and guide her out of the way so the rest of the class can see Olivia's gape. [[Let's stop here. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaStopEarly]] <<if $fp_vaginal_fisting>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia11]] <<elseif $fp_anal_fisting>>\ You excuse yourself for a moment and come back when Amy is wrapping things up. [[Continue->FistingOlivia13]] <</if>><<chardetail "Amy" "She vaginally fisted Olivia in Mrs. Curie's class to test out her lube.">>

You look up at the clock and say, "I really must be going," to the class. With a scurry, you walk to Mrs. Curie and whisper, "I have to write this up for AB before the day ends. I appreciate how flexible you were with this. It's not easy to come up with such a clever theme without notice." She nods and smiles. Her attention is clearly divided between you and the class. You take a step toward the door then realize you have more to say to Mrs. Curie. "I'd say Olivia has served her punishment, but if you want the other students to test out their lube on her, I'll leave that to your discretion." She nods and smiles, still not giving you her full attention. As the door shuts behind you, there's no indication that Mrs. Curie is going to stop. You confirm your suspicion by looking through the door. Casey walks up to Olivia and puts on a glove. [[Office]]

"The whole thing?" Amy asks. "Uh huh," you reply. "Pinch your fingers together like a 'beak' then see how far you can fit it in there. The hardest part will be to get past your knuckles." She glances around with her mouth open but then it transitions to a closed smile. "OK!" she says with excitement. She dips her whole gloved hand into the beaker. The first two knuckles disappear without issue but when she gets to the 3rd knuckles it meets resistance. Mrs. Curie pours some lube over the top of Amy's hand and it slides down to the vagina. "Thanks," she says before pushing against the resistance. Olivia gasps and juts her hips forward, making the hand slip out.<<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> Olivia feels around at her vulva and says, "It feels weird." Mrs. Curie smiles and says, "That must be the mystery ingredient taking effect."<</if>> "Sorry," Olivia mutters. She goes back to where she was. <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> You notice cute little goosebumps all over her backside. The texture reminds you of a basketball. Normally you'd restrain yourself from touching a student in this position, but in this case you can't seem to help yourself. With an intentionally slow drag, your index finger crawls from the top of Olivia's butt cheek at a diagonal angle toward her labia. You can't help but shiver as the tiny bumps pass by. Just as you're about to pet her right labia majora you remember it's covered with menthol lube and hold off. Amy's looking down and rolling her thumb and index finger together on her ungloved hand. Earlier, she got some lube on it when she moved Olivia's labia minora out of the way and it seems to be taking effect. She frowns, wipes her hand off on her skirt, then looks up at you. "My fingers feels cold." "Shh," Mrs. Curie says. "Let the other students have a chance to guess first. Don't worry, it won't hurt you." Amy shrugs and forms the beak again. She<<else>>Amy<</if>> pushes again, but again Olivia can't handle it. She collapses flat on her stomach and says, "I can't..." <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>shivering on the desk.<</if>> "Come on," you say to Mrs. Curie as you wrap an arm under Olivia's leg to lift her back to where she was. Lube soaks through your sleeve. <<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>That's unfortunate. You guess you'll be feeling the effects of the lube soon, too. The important thing is that the punishment continues.<</if>> Mrs. Curie puts the beaker down and does the same to the other leg. Now you've secured Olivia's hips in place so Amy can push without having to worry about chasing a moving target. "Go on, dear." Amy looks a little concerned as she pushes against the resistance. Olivia lifts her head up toward the ceiling and releases a guttural grunt. Her legs tense up and you have to squeeze tight to hold her in place. The beak is slow but steady with its progress. Amy tries to be as gentle as possible given the circumstances but Olivia makes noises the whole way. "You're doing wonderful," Mrs. Curie encourages. Amy looks up and smiles in response. A moment later, her hand pops in past the knuckles. Olivia gasps and slumps in her position and places her head on the table to pant deep, slow breaths. "Now, curl your hand into a fist," you advise.<<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> Amy begins to giggle and you see that Olivia's shivers are sending little vibrations down Amy's arm.<</if>> Mrs. Curie turns to the class and announces that the whole fist has been inserted. Suddenly, Olivia lifts up her head and says, "Ugh." Her legs tremble in your arms. When you turn to see the cause of the commotion Amy has a grin on her face and she's completely focused on her hand. What's happening? Whatever it is seems to be hidden inside Olivia's body. You can see Amy's forearm muscles flexing. "What are you doing there," you ask. She lifts up her other fist and wiggles her knuckles like she's rolling a coin between them. "How clever," Mrs. Curie comments. Amy smiles but doesn't lose focus. The classroom watches as Amy's hand movements rub against Olivia's internal folds, causing her to make embarrassing noises. At first, Olivia's voice trembles as she breathes, but Amy's persistent massage causes Olivia to start moaning. Everyone watches for a while until Mrs. Curie breaks the silence. "I think you finally found something Olivia actually likes." Amy pauses and says, "But, she's still squirming to get away." "That's OK," you say. "I think she's just too shy to admit she likes it in front of everyone. But, there are ways her body can tell you even if she pretends. See, look there." You point at Olivia's swollen lips. "They've turned nice and pink. Remember how they were pale earlier? That's an indication that she's aroused. Also," you point at her clitoris, "see how that little bump is peeking out of it's hood? That's another sign. When it pokes out like that it's its way of saying, 'I want you to come play with me'. So, you're making her very happy." "Hmm," Amy says as she tilts her head. There's a thick trail of lube running down the side of Olivia's clit hood. She dips her ungloved fingertip in it and strokes it across the smooth clit with a downward swipe. Olivia reacts by bucking her hips forward and this causes her vulva bulge out as it pulls against the fist. There's a sparkle in Amy's eyes. "Is that how I'm supposed to play with it?"<<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">> You bite your lower lip and blush. That's going to be an intense tingling sensation all over Olivia's clit soon. You have a feeling that Amy's too innocent to realize what she just did but for some reason that turns you on even more.<</if>> "Very good," Mrs. Curie says. "But today we're focusing on these holes right here." "She's right," you say. "We can talk to Ms. Darwin later and ask about the right way to play with the clitoris then, OK?" Amy nods and wiggles her knuckles some more. [[Continue->FistingOlivia12]]

Mrs. Curie turns to Amy and says, "You've done great, dear. I know we said you'd stay until someone guesses but I didn't expect it to take this long. How about you take your seat and we give someone else a chance before time runs out?" Amy purses her lips and nods. She throws her glove in the trash and walks back to her seat while you and Mrs. Curie give her a little golf clap and compliment her on a job well done. "Who's next," Mrs. Curie asks. Mia is the only one to raise her hand. You'd like to call on someone else, but there are no other volunteers. Before you can pick someone, Mrs. Curie beckons her with a smile and she comes to the front of the class with her beaker of lube. Mrs. Curie mixes in the mystery ingredient for the anus and you say, "Let's see how far you can get into the other hole before someone guesses." <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia closes her eyes and takes a calming breath<<else>>She bites her lower lip<</if>> as she puts on the gloves. She dips her finger tip into the beaker and rubs it up and down the butt crack. On first contact, Olivia tenses up and squeezes her butt tight. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Sorry," Mia whispers.<</if>> She reapplies more until the crack is coated with a glossy sheen. Olivia spreads her vulva wide and - although it gives you a nice view - it's not really helping. "Olivia," you say, "you should go back to spreading your bottom." When she spreads you see the circular pink sphincter again and Mia did a good job coating it. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia whispers, "I'm going to go slow, OK? You let me know if it hurts and I'll go even slower." Olivia seems to relax when she hears those words.<<else>>Mia smiles and circles it with her index finger just to play with it longer. She presses a little harder and slows down her circling. The wrinkles are pulled in the direction her finger moves as it passes by. "Having fun," you ask. She licks her lips and smiles without turning to you. "Uh huh." "It might be fun to play inside, too," you hint.<</if>> Mia places the tip of her index finger at the entrance of the anus and lets Olivia get accustomed to the sensation. Her finger moves in very small circles to brush against each part of the ring. It takes a few seconds, but eventually you see the sphincter relax. That's when Mia applies a bit of pressure. The ring grow in size as it swallows the tip. Olivia clears her throat, the anus tightens, and it pushes Mia's finger out. <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>>For some that delights Mia. She smiles and tickles the anus while she waits for it to relax again.<</if>> Mrs. Curie tells Olivia, "You're going to want to relax even more than that. Trust me, it'll be a lot worse if you fight it. Is this your first time?" Olivia sniffles and says, "Yes." Mrs. Curie announces that fact to the class and Olivia groans. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Just... don't say anything they can use against you," Mia says as she pats Olivia's bottom.<</if>> The anus relaxes and Mia pushes in again. This time her finger goes in to the first knuckle. Mia inhales loudly as her eyes open widen. "Oh wow. I feel the, um, second ring." She pushes again. <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>Olivia gasps as the whole finger slides in. Mia's a little surprised at how easy that was. <<else>>Olivia gasps and lifts her bottom into the air as it slides deeper. "Shh," Mrs. Curie hushes her as she rubs her back and pushes her back down. "It's fine. Just relax." The finger slowly disappears inside Olivia until Mia can go no further.<</if>> <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Are you ok," Mia asks Olivia as she rubs her bottom. She gives one of her butt cheeks a little kiss to calm her. Whispering, she says, "I'm all the way in." Olivia's a little surprised to hear that. She lifts her bottom and tucks her chin to get a peek, but she can't see at that angle. "I'm going to go in and out now to loosen you up. I'll be as gentle as I can." She goes back to putting her face on the desk and braces for what's next.<<else>>\ Mia murmurs something about wearing some 'Olivia jewelry' as she admires the way the anus is wrapped around her finger. She strokes the top of the anus with her ungloved hand and it makes the anus clench tighter on her inserted finger. "Aww, he likes me," she says. Apparently she's decided Olivia's anus is male. She continues to pet it until Olivia gets used to the sensation and is able to relax while being stroked. Mia leans in and spreads some anus wrinkles with her index and middle finger. After swallowing hard, she exhales. "They're so cute." Moving her fingertips, she spreads a different set of wrinkles. You get the impression that she could waste the whole class analyzing Olivia's wrinkles if you let her. "Remember why you're hear, Mia," you say. She looks up at you startled.<</if>> <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>\ She slowly pulls her finger out until there's only one knuckle inside. It doesn't meet much resistance. As Mia pushes in again, Mrs. Curie pours some lube on Olivia's crack and lets it drip to the finger. This process repeats a few times and when she pushes in, Olivia grunts. Most of the lube ends up at the top of her anus, but some of it goes inside. Mia is able to pump pretty fast without any struggle. Its tight grip became elastic relatively quick. Maybe Mia will be able to fit another finger inside.\ <<elseif $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>\ She slowly pulls her finger out until there's only one knuckle inside. It doesn't meet much resistance. As Mia pushes in again, Mrs. Curie pours some lube on Olivia's crack and lets it drip to the finger. This process repeats a few times and when she pushes in, Olivia grunts. Most of the lube ends up at the top of her anus, but some of it goes inside. The anus becomes so loose that Mia can lower her finger and you can see her rectum through the top. Its tight grip has become elastic. It should be easy for Mia to fit another finger inside. <<else>>\ She slowly pulls her finger out until there's only one knuckle inside. The anus protrudes out as it grips on the finger. As Mia pushes again, Mrs. Curie pours some lube on Olivia's crack and lets it drip to the finger. This process repeats a few times and when she pushes in, Olivia grunts. Most of the lube ends up at the top of her anus, but some of it goes inside. After enough pumps, the anus is lubricated enough that it doesn't pucker out that much when she pulls. Its tight grip has become elastic. Maybe Mia will be able to fit another finger inside.\ <</if>> You let Mia know that's probably as loose as she's going to get with one finger so she pulls it out. She puts both thumbs on either side of the anus right near the sphincter and massages it with circling motions. Mia's breathing becomes heavy as she stares at the hole. She looks back at the class for a moment and does her best to block their view. "Can I kiss it," <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>she asks Olivia. "Are you crazy!" she whispers back so loud she's practically yelling. "Do you not understand how embarrassing this is for me?" You tap Mia on the shoulder and say, <<else>>she asks you. <</if>>"Go ahead, but be quick about it." Mia puts her hands on her knees and bends forward. She gives the anus a little peck with her puckered lips. When it makes contact, Olivia's anus puckers back as a reflex and for a brief moment the two share a dirty kiss. Mia lifts her head, closes her eyes, and sighs. "It kissed me back," she says. Then she wipes the lube off her lips and becomes aware of her surroundings. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"I'm sorry, I-I can't help myself." Olivia grunts with irritation. "Whatever. It's not the worst thing to happen to me today."<</if>> Nobody can guess the mystery ingredient so you keep going. It takes 10 minutes of additional class time, but Mia is able to fit 4 fingers in. When she removes her hand, you see a nice anal gape that you can probably fit a finger in without brushing against her anus walls. The gape isn't circular, it kind of looks like the silhouette of a snowman. Olivia spreads herself before the class and shows them the dark cavern Mia has created. You're lucky that Olivia coughs because it lets you see the gaped anus and vagina snap shut. <<if $fp_farting>>They each make a lewd hissing sound as air rushes out of both. The air hisses back in a moment later when they gape back open. "Gross," says a student at the middle of the class. Olivia whines in embarrassment.<</if>> You turn to see who said it, but you see a sea of potential people. Everyone looks a little disturbed. "It's OK," you say. "It was only air escaping." [[It's time to leave. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaStopEarly]] [[Continue->FistingOlivia14]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She anally fisted Olivia in Mrs. Curie's class to test out her lube.">>

With everyone dumbfounded by the mystery ingredient, the punishment continues. Like Amy before her, Mia forms a beak with her hand and pushes it into Olivia's loose orifice. <<if $fo_ass eq "deep" or $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>Mia pushes, Olivia gasps, and it pops in. She looks back and says, "That felt big. Is the whole thing in?"<<else>>Her hand gets stuck on the biggest knuckles. Mia pushes, Olivia gasps, and it pops in. "Oh god!" she yells. "That hurt. Is it in?"<</if>> "It's in," Mrs. Curie says. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Sorry," Mia apologizes. She<<else>>Mia<</if>> looks at her arm with wonder. "Wow... that's amazing." She begins pumping slowly. When Mia pushes in, the entire anus sinks in, too. But when she pulls out, it forms a tight ring that sucks around her wrist. She looks up and asks Olivia, "Does that even feel good?" There's no response. <<if $fo_ass neq "relaxant" and $fo_ass neq "deep">>Mia looks down and can't help herself from pumping a few more times. It seems like her favorite part is when she pulls her arm back. When she does so, the sphincter catches on the back of her fist and bulges out a bit. She's enthralled by the ring the anus makes when this happens, specifically the ridges. Each time she pumps, a smile grows a little wider on Mia's face. "What are you smiling at," you ask. Gently tugging back and holding the position, she shows you how the anus ring bulges out. She giggles<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> and whispers to you so Olivia can't hear<</if>>, "I'm wearing an 'Olivia bracelet'." You squint when you hear her joke and she glances around the room. "Sorry." After looking down to bite the corner of her lip, she lifts her ungloved index finger to her wrist and strokes the anus ridges. Her fingertip runs across a few bumps and she closes her eyes and smiles. "It sucked on me when I did that," she says. When she slowly opens her eyes you can tell she's going to do that again so you pay closer attention this time. She traces her finger from the top of the protruding anus down to the bottom then she lifts her finger and does the same down the other side. The anus clenches and pulses around Mia's wrist as she tickles it and it makes Olivia whine. Mia's breathing slows down and becomes heavy. She closes her eyes to focus as she continues to pamper the ring and give it all her attention. Each little tickle makes the ring throb, but it throbs a little less each time until Olivia becomes accustomed to the touch and stops whining. Mia frowns a bit when she realizes her little bracelet won't twitch anymore. She resorts to pumping a little faster than before.<<else>>She assumes it feels good and starts pumping her fist.<</if>> Olivia can't hold back her moans any longer and Mia smiles <<if $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>and closes her eyes <</if>>when she hears them. "More lube please," she says without opening her eyes. Mrs. Curie pours some on her wrist. Mia puts her other hand to her mouth and seductively licks the lube off of her index finger. With a grin, she opens her eyes halfway and looks at you. She slows down to pet the anus a few times. Although the effect is very subtle, each time her finger passes a wrinkle, it both flattens and pulls it in the direction of the finger. Mia puts her finger directly into her mouth and sucks it clean, but you and Mrs. Curie are the only ones who can see her do this because her back is to the class. Mrs. Curie seems a little grossed out by the act and when Mia notices she blushes a little and doesn't do it again. The shame snaps Mia out of her stupor. <<if (not $olivia_likes_mia) and $fp_painal and ($fo_ass eq "placebo" or $fo_ass eq "semen")>>\ Under her breath, you hear Olivia mutter, "whore." Mia overhears it and is visibly upset. [[Encourage Mia to be rougher. She should take advantage of this rare opportunity to punish her bully.->FistingOliviaPainal1]] <</if>>\ <<if $fo_ass eq "spicy">>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicy]]\ <<elseif $fo_ass eq "deep" or $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaDeep]]\ <<else>>\ [[Continue->FistingOlivia15]]\ <</if>>

"Mia," you whisper. She turns to you and blinks rapidly. "Remember how Olivia always bullies you? Now's the perfect time to get back at her." She furrows her brow and looks around the room before making eye contact with you again. "But, she'd just beat me up when class is over." "What if I could promise to protect you from that?" "How could you do that?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. Whispering, you say, "I'll tell her, 'If you ever bully Mia again, you'll be punished'. Then she wouldn't risk it, right?" You both turn to Olivia and hear her sniffle. It's a reminder to Mia how much Olivia would hate another punishment. Her face lights up. "That would be great! Could you tell her that now?" "I'll tell her after class, but only if you do something for me first." She leans forward and asks, "What?" "Give her a little payback," you say with a grin. She looks down and points at her gloved wrist. The fist is still swallowed by Olivia's anus. "With this?" You make eye contact with Mrs. Curie as you tell Mia, "Show us how fast and strong you are." Mia pinches her bottom lip between her thumb and index and says, "Hmm. Maybe she'll like it?" You can't envision a world where that would be true. [[Actually, this is pretty disturbing and cruel. Let's not do it.->FistingOlivia15]] [[Only one way to find out. Don't stop until I say so.->FistingOliviaPainal2]]

"Thank you very much, Mia," Mrs. Curie says. "Anyone have a guess as to the mystery ingredient?" A few students guess but none of them are correct. "Well then, perhaps you should sit down and we'll call the next student up." Mia nods and slowly removes her hand from Olivia's anus. It's become extremely tender from all the fisting and Olivia squeals as Mia's hand frees itself from the cavity. Slowly, more and more of Mia's wrist reveals itself until the anus widens to a point where it can eject the hand. Once Mia's able to pull the base of her hand out, the rest slips out easy. Unlike Amy, Mia had enough sense to form a 'beak' as she pulled out. Olivia slumps slightly when the hand evacuates. For a moment, you see her bright red insides, then the anus contracts and hides the tender folds from view. Her anus looks puffy and a lot less wrinkly than before the punishment started. "Spread please," you insist. Olivia grabs her cheeks and holds them open for the class. "No, from inside, please." <<if $fp_puffy_anus>>Olivia sighs and slumps more. She hooks two fingers from each hand into her anus and pulls horizontally. This makes her anus blossom like a beautiful flower. The red petals escape from the rectum and bulge out toward the students. Mia's eyes light up and she strokes the flower with her ungloved fingers. <</if>>\ You clear your throat and she steps to the side so the rest of the class can see, but she doesn't stop watching it. Mrs. Curie says, "Thank you so much for that demonstration. You can go back to your desk now, Mia."\ <<if not $olivia_likes_mia>> Mia stares at her gloved hand. "Wait." She sucks on her lip then asks, "Can I do the other one, too?" "The other what," Mrs. Curie asks. She points at the vagina with her gloved hand and says in a quiet, low tone, "I wanna do that one, too." Mrs. Curie holds out the box of gloves and says, "We don't have a lot of time but if you make it quick..." "No," she whispers with a sultry voice, "I-I want to... I want to do it with this glove." She points at the one she's currently wearing. The one that has just been deep inside Olivia's rectum. It doesn't //look// dirty, but you know where it's been. Mrs. Curie's curled lip and wrinkled nose says everything. Mia turns to you in desperation and grabs your sleeve with her ungloved hand. "Please, Principal $name! Can I?" She tugs on you a few times. That's really dirty. But the goal is to punish Olivia and that certainly would be a punishment. On the other hand... that's really dirty. [[Allow Mia to fist Olivia's vagina with the dirty glove.->FistingOliviaA2V]] <<linkreplace "That's too dirty. You forbid it." t8n>>\ "That's too dirty, even for my tastes." She pouts but accepts your decision. [[Continue->FistingOlivia16]]\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>> [[Continue->FistingOlivia16]]\ <</if>>

"Only one way to find out," you say. "But don't stop until I say so." She inhales deeply and says, "OK," as she exhales. Slowly, she increases the speed of her fisting. At first, Olivia doesn't notice. Mia aggressively speeds up and Olivia grunts and spreads her fingers wide, lifting her fingers off her butt cheeks. A little faster still and Olivia clenches her fingers and digs her nails into her butt. Olivia's hands begin to shake and she whimpers. With a trembling voice, Olivia cries out, "Too fast!" The fist doesn't slow down and she screams, "Stop!" Olivia has been surprisingly obedient up to this point but it seems you finally found her breaking point. Mia looks at you for guidance while maintaining that speed. You shake your head. Mia understands the message. She bites her tongue, looks down, and pumps even faster. "Oh god," Olivia screams. "Please! Please!" Her anus flutters in and out with Mia's arm. You're concerned Mia isn't pacing herself properly. You hope she'll be able to maintain this speed for a while but she may already be going as fast as she can. Olivia is reduced to repeating "No" over and over again as she prays for mercy. You're delighted to see Mia go even faster. Olivia breaks down completely and starts bawling loudly in front of the whole class. They look concerned for Olivia's safety. She reaches behind herself to hold onto Mia's wrist in an attempt to slow the rate of the fisting. Unfortunately, Mia's wrist is covered in lube so Olivia can't make an effective grip. She can wrap her hand around Mia's wrist but it doesn't slow Mia down much. Olivia lifts her feet in the air so only her knees and face are on the table. The pain is so much that her whole body shivers. She gives a long, high pitched cry as Mia speeds up even more. You wager Mia's doing 2 pumps a second at this point. Olivia reaches behind herself with her other arm and wraps both hands around Mia's wrist. Suddenly, Olivia is completely quiet. You tilt your head as you watch. Olivia's fingers clench into two claws around Mia's wrist and Olivia starts screaming again at the top of her lungs. Apparently the pain was so much that it had a similar effect to knocking the wind out of her. The pain is such that Olivia would do anything to escape it. She resorts to scratching at Mia's forearm to get her to stop. As soon as you see this you and Mrs. Curie hook your arm under Olivia's by the elbow and lift so she can't reach Mia. Mia grunts then says, "Thanks, but I can't go any faster." "You're doing great, dear," Mrs. Curie says. You nod slowly in agreement. "More importantly, your lubrication is holding up very well. I haven't reapplied yet." Mia smiles and says, "thanks," without looking up. "Just keep going that fast for as long as you can," you add. Olivia struggles to free herself from Mrs. Curie and your arms, but she's far too weak from all the pain she's incurring. Her fingers wiggle as they make a futile attempt to reach the wrist that's pumping inside her. You can hear Olivia's spit land on the floor as she cries without shame. Her buttocks jiggles as the fist goes in and out. Olivia leans forward to move away from the fist. You and Mrs. Curie allow her to lay down on the desk and cry. Mia has to take a little step forward so her fist doesn't slip out. You slowly lower Olivia's arms and she obediently rests them at her sides without trying to stop the fist this time. She just sobs loudly on the desk. You rub the small of Olivia's back and comfort her with a soothing voice. It seems she's completely broken now. Although she can't stop crying, she's lost the will to fight back. She doesn't even scream for it to stop anymore. She just lays there and takes it with an occasional full body quiver. Soon after Mrs. Curie joins in on the back rub, Mia sighs and says, "I don't think I can go anymore. My arm hurts." You smile and tell Mia, "Thank you. You did great." Mia slows down to a stop but does not remove her hand. Her other arm falls to her side and she looks at Olivia's body and frowns. "Mia?" You rest your hand on her shoulder. She jumps and looks at you. "You did great," you repeat. She swallows hard and says, "thanks," in a monotone voice. "It's ok," you say. "I'll tell her not to bully you after class." It doesn't seem to lift her spirits much. She turns to Olivia and watches her catch her breath as she cries on the desk. You wait for her to recover. Eventually she sits back up on all fours. [[Continue->FistingOlivia15]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "She was painfully fisted by Mia in Mrs. Curie's class.">><<chardetail "Mia" "She painfully fisted Olivia in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

You smile and pat Mia's head. She giggles and says with glee, "Thank you! I promise I'll be quick!" Olivia looks behind her and protests. "No! I won't let you!" She lays down flat on her stomach and crosses her ankles to prevent access. "Come on," you tell Mrs. Curie as you hook your arm under Olivia's quadriceps. "We don't really have enough time for this," Mrs. Curie replies as she rolls her earlobe between her fingers and avoids eye contact. You clench your jaw then say, "We'll make time." Mrs. Curie frowns then nods. She wraps her arm around Olivia's other leg and helps you lift her up on all fours. Olivia is kicking and screaming the whole time. It's a challenge, but you're able to pry her legs open. Not for long, though. She reaches behind her to remove your arms. You turn to the students and say, "Kira. Casey. Get up here and hold her arms for me." They run to the front of the class to avoid being punished themselves. Each of them hold an arm up high above Olivia's back. Kira uses her other arm to pin Olivia down by her upper back and it forces Olivia's butt into air. This makes it much easier to spread Olivia's knees. Mia jumps up and down a few times then reaches toward Olivia's vagina. She strokes it with the back of her hand. Olivia screams and shifts the weight of her hips to avoid the dirty caress. Mia lowers her hand and circles the clitoris with her index finger. "Don't fucking touch me!" she yells at Mia. Ignoring her, she raises her hand again and pets the swollen vagina flesh with her fingertips. Mrs. Curie grunts, "Hurry up. We can't hold her down like this forever." Mia slowly closes her eyes and nods. She feels around to find the entrance, and slowly slides her index finger in. Olivia squeals and kicks her shins against the desk. Mia opens her eyes and inhales deeply with her mouth open. She circles the vagina with her index finger then slides in the rest of her fingers. There's not much resistance because Olivia is still stretched by what Amy had done earlier. Mia does have to give a little push to fit her whole fist inside. Mia shivers when her fist enters. As she trembles she says, "Thank you," but it's unclear who she's saying it to. Olivia screams for Mia to stop but Mia seems to be oblivious to it. She's completely focused on her fist and pumps it sensually into Olivia. As the polluted lube from Olivia's ass coats her vaginal walls, Mia licks her lips and exhales forcefully. You hear her whisper, "So dirty..." as she pushes. Once Olivia comes to the realization that the damage has been done, she goes limp in your arms and begins to cry. You decide to let go and everyone else follows your lead. Mia continues to mutter to herself about how dirty this is. Her tone is very strange; as if she's being affectionate toward Olivia instead of derogatory about it. With her ungloved hand, she rubs one of Olivia's butt cheeks and whispers, "See? Not so bad." Olivia's sobbing gradually stops and she takes the fist quietly. She accepts her fate with an occasional sniffle. "There you go," Mia coos. She whispers, "This is so much more special than when Amy did it, huh? Because-" she smiles, "- we're mixing your juices together inside you." The other students look a little disturbed. Olivia's vagina makes a lewd slurping noise when the seal breaks around Mia's wrist. "OK, Mia," you interrupt. "We've got to move on to the next part of class." The other students return back to their desk as Mia gently removes her hand from Olivia's vagina. When her hand is removed she thanks you profusely for letting you do that and lets you know how much it meant to her. [[Continue->FistingOlivia16]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She fisted Olivia in her vagina after fisting her in her anus.">>

<<set $has_futa_semen_jar to false>><<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia reassures Olivia that the hardest part is now over. It should be easy now that she's over the initial stretching.<</if>> Mia sits back at her desk, but, unlike Amy, she takes her glove with her. She probably has sordid plans for it later. Olivia looks behind her to beg for mercy. Mrs. Curie replies, "Nonsense! There's plenty of students left and nobody has even guessed this mystery ingredient yet." "There's no question you have put up with a lot," you say to Olivia. "As a small reward, I'll allow you to stop spreading. You may put your hands on the desk." She grunts as she lays her forearms flat. Her shoulders slump and she rests her forehead on the table. Mrs. Curie holds up the same mystery ingredient and asks who wants to go next. You interrupt and say, "Mrs. Curie, I have to get going and won't be able to stick around for the reveal.\ <<if $fo_ass eq "semen">> But before I leave, I'd like to use an ingredient from my <<purse>>." You walk over to it and lift out the jar of semen. "Do you have a spoon?" Mrs. Curie walks to a desk and hands you some measuring spoons of different sizes. They're attached to each other by a ring on the back. "How are you going to use that," she asks. "I wasn't planning on anything fancy," you say. "I was just going to spoon some into her." Olivia looks back to see what you're doing and makes a concerned face. You remove the lid and the musky smell of old semen overpowers your nostrils. "It's quite ripe," you say, turning up your nose. Mrs. Curie plugs hers and nods. She offers you some gloves and you shake your head. "No need." You pull a chair up to Olivia. Her gaping anus stares back at you. It's about as big as the hole in your hand when you make an 'OK' symbol. The sphincter forms a circular hole and through that hole is a deep, dark cavern. In its relaxed state it stays open, but if you watch it long enough, it sometimes closes like a camera shutter. You use the teaspoon to scoop up some goo from the jar. Her anus is stretched so wide you're able to insert it without brushing against her anus. Rotating your hand 180 degrees, you wait for the goop to spill out of the cup, but it's so thick it doesn't come out on its own. With a little shake, it flings out to the side. When the cool semen hits her anal wall, the temperature difference makes her anus clench around the stem of the spoon. You smile and say, "You ate my spoon." Olivia clears her throat and as she does so, she grips the spoon tighter. "Sorry." It takes a moment for her to relax, but her anus eventually widens. You remove the spoon and try again. This time the sperm is flung in a different direction, but her anus still closes. She apologizes again. This time you circle the spoon around her anus to loosen her up and it seems to help her relax faster. You're clumsy with your next application and brush against her anus with the tip of your spoon. It clenches down on it and tips your spoon sideways. When her anus relaxes, the semen has spilled all over the bottom of her anus. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," you say. "Don't waste it." You lightly scrape the semen off her anus to collect it back on the spoon. Each scrape makes her anus flicker a bit. You're careful to avoid brushing her anus this time and deposit the semen without issue. Her sphincter doesn't even close this time. You look into your jar and frown a bit. "Looks like I'm out." You smile and joke, "Do you feel full from that, Olivia? You just ate a lot of semen." You pat your thighs as you get up from the chair. "Well, that was fun. But, I really do have to get back to my office now. Make sure you behave yourselves while I'm gone."\ <<else>>"<</if>> \ You take a step closer to Mrs. Curie, put your hand on her shoulder, and whisper. "I really appreciate how flexible you were with this. AB is going to be extremely happy with what I tell them." [[Continue->Office]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "You deposited semen into Olivia's rectum during Mrs. Curie's class.">>

<<if $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>\ <<include "FistingOliviaMentholOrgasm">>\ <</if>> "Maybe you should pull out now," you whisper to Amy. Her lips press tight and she says, "OK." "Go very slow. Massage her vulva with your other hand so she relaxes first." She pets the lips on each side of her wrist. They're shiny and dripping with lubrication. Olivia's breathing slows as she relaxes and when she swallows, she spreads wider. Amy pulls slowly. The fold of skin where the lips meet at the top of the wrist protrude out further than you've seen before. Olivia tries to back up with the wrist but you stop her from moving with your arm. As Amy's hand tries to slip free, Olivia makes a long, stressful groan. Then Amy's hand pops out all at once and she lifts her fist in the air like a trophy. You clutch your chest with your free hand: She wasn't supposed to remove her hand while making a fist. But you suppose that's your fault since you didn't explicitly tell her that. No words come out of Mrs. Curie's mouth, but it looks like she's stammering. She snaps out of it when you release Olivia's legs and Olivia collapses flat on the desk. Olivia gets back up on all fours and feels her tender vulva before spreading it again. You wish you could read her thoughts. All the pink folds that are normally hidden deep inside are now visible on the outside. It must be strange and surprising to be able to feel them. Her vagina hole is wide open and there are milky white streaks of her own juices that have mixed with the lube. These streaks are probably too small see from the student's seats, so you let the class know they're there. You wager you could fit 2 fingers in the gape without touching the sides. Maybe even 3, but you wouldn't bet money on it. Mrs. Curie asks, but nobody can guess the mystery ingredient. \ <<if $fo_vagina eq "placebo">>\ You smile, knowing full well the mystery ingredient is just a placebo.\ <<elseif $fo_vagina eq "semen">>\ You smile, knowing full well there is no mystery ingredient. <<include "FistingOliviaVaginaSemen">>\ <<elseif $fo_vagina eq "menthol">>\ "Give them a hint, Olivia." "It- it feels kind of numb." Kira raises her hand. "Is it a nerve toxin?" "No, but that's a good guess. Amy, how about you give the next hint?" "It feels... cold?" Mia raises her hand and Mrs. Curie calls on her. "Is it spearmint?" "Yes! Menthol, to be specific but it's from a spearmint extract. Very good guess. It gives you a nice tingly feeling, too." She asks Olivia, "It feels nice, yes?" There's no response.<</if>> [[Let's stop here. A gape has been made and that's all AB wanted->FistingOliviaStopEarly]] <<if $fp_anal_fisting>>[[You're not really sure which hole AB wanted gaped. Better to be safe than sorry.->FistingOlivia13]]<</if>>

Amy looks down at her hands again and says, "Now it tingles." It seems to be having a similar effect on Olivia. Her moans have become louder and you see her vagina occasionally pulsate around Amy's wrist. This gives you an idea of how you could humiliate Olivia further. You put your hands on your knees and tell Amy, "I think Olivia would be eternally grateful if you were to make her feel so good she had an orgasm while everyone watched. Wouldn't you, Olivia?" Olivia's shoulders slump and she shakes her head. You murmur to Amy under your hand, "I think she's pretending again. I'll let you choose. Do you want to give her an orgasm?" Amy looks behind her at the students then at you. Then she looks up at the ceiling and thinks. "Hmm." You wonder what's going through her mind. Maybe she's reliving how Olivia threatened her earlier. After your earlier explanation, you're sure Amy understands that Olivia would be extremely embarrassed if she had an orgasm in front of everyone. She grins and says, "OK!" "Yay!" you cheer. "I was really hoping you'd say that. Well then, I think you should move your fist back and forth." You return to holding onto Olivia's leg. Amy's elbow moves toward the vagina and Olivia moves with it until she bumps against your arm. "In and out, in and out," you coach. When Amy pulls back, you see the whole vulva bulge out with it. The bottom of her vagina forms a lip that sucks on the top of Amy's wrist. Amy increases her speed. As she goes in and out about and inch, the whole backside flutters back and forth with her hand. Olivia moans even louder. Amy and you look at each other and smile. She pumps even faster and Olivia's breathing trembles. "Pay attention class," Mrs. Curie says. "From the sounds of it, we're about to witness Olivia's orgasm." Olivia shakes her head and whines, "No..." Mrs. Curie says, "I'm pretty new here. Raise your hand if you've seen Olivia have an orgasm before." Nobody raises their hand<<if $olivia_likes_mia>>at first. Then, Mia looks around the room and timidly lifts hers. A few students whisper to each other and giggle.<<else>>.<</if>> "That's great! I inferred that this is a rare sight but I still wanted to confirm it." Amy rotates her hand to a position that's more comfortable for her. She lifts her elbow higher than her fist and rams it back and forth. The angle stretches her labia so they look even taller and thinner at the top. Olivia snaps her legs shut, starts quivering, and lifts her head in the air as she groans. You and Mrs. Curie immediately pull on each leg to open her back up. Amy's eyes open wide. "It's squeezing," she says. You can even see it. "Well don't stop," you remind her with a grunt. Holding Olivia's legs open has almost depleted your strength. She continues pumping for a moment and then says, "Look," as she points with her other hand. The anus winks as Olivia cums. Amy lifts her chin and looks down on it. She glances at you for a moment, then her innocent curiosity takes over and she places her fingertip on the sphincter as it pulses and smiles. "Weird," she says to herself. The little wrinkles suck on her fingertip, scrunching around it as they squeeze, and seem to want to pull it in deeper, but maybe you're just projecting what you want to see happen next. After receiving a few kisses, Amy taps her little digit on it as it contracts. Olivia collapses her upper body on the desk but does not stop spreading herself nor does Amy slow down. Either Amy doesn't know she should or she doesn't want to and eventually Olivia begins jostling her hips because the post-orgasm sensations make things too sensitive. Her little grunts tell you she's no longer enjoying this.<<chardetail "Amy" "She gave Olivia an orgasm by fisting her with menthol lube in Mrs. Curie's class.">><<chardetail "Olivia" "She had an orgasm while fisted by Amy with menthol lube in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

You remove the jar of trans girl semen from your <<purse>> and hold it up to Amy. It's challenging to contain your smile as she looks at it with a cocked head. "Before you leave," you say, "I thought we could have fun with this little toy." Amy asks, "What is that?" You notice Olivia turn around to look, too. You unscrew the lid and say, "It's a jar of semen. I collected it from art class. Here." You circle it under her nose and let her sniff. After her nose flares she recoils in disgust and pushes your hand away. "That smells gross!" Your nose crinkles as the foul scent fills the room. "Yes, well, I have been holding onto it for a while now." You look at Olivia's gape and say, "Why don't we put some in there?" "But," Amy says, "Won't she get pregnant?" You chuckle. "No, the semen is much too old for that to be a concern." "Oh. Well, how do we get it in there?" That's a good question. You turn to Mrs. Curie and ask, "Is there some sort of syringe I could use?" She taps her lip then says, "I think a disposable pipette is a better tool for the job. There's some in this drawer." Frowning, she places it in your hand. "Although, the contents of that jar are rather foul. Are you sure..." She stops short and sighs when you interrupt with a nod. The pipette has a long thin tube that tapers at one end and it has a bulb at the other end. You'll be able to see the liquid sucked into it because the whole thing is clear plastic. As you hand it to Amy, Mrs. Curie explains how it works. "I'm sure you're familiar with this. You just stick the tip in the liquid and pinch the top. When you release it'll suck up the liquid, kind of like a straw. Then you can pinch the top again to 'spit' it out." Amy nods. You hold the jar to her and angle it so the semen collects at a corner. She plugs her nose with one hand and pipettes the liquid with the other. A small portion of the goo is sucked into the pipette. "Good," you say. "Now let's squirt it into Olivia." Amy nods without unplugging her nose. She sticks the pipette tip deep into Olivia's spread vagina. "Say 'ah'," you joke. Amy squeezes the bulb and slowly removes the pipette. But as she pulls it out, you see the sperm is so thick and sticky it's still attached to the tip of the pipette. The whole 'sperm worm' comes out with the pipette. Amy squints and puts the pipette back in the vagina. She wiggles it around inside, bumping against the walls of the canal until the whole passage shuts closed on the pipette. When it opens up, Amy removes the device and you see the thread is gone. You look inside the vagina but it's too dark to see inside which is a little frustrating. "Olivia, can you push out?" you ask. She groans as she does what she's told. All the folds come toward you. For some reason you're reminded of a flower blossoming in a time-lapse video. Vibrant, deep shades of red spring to life and you spot the semen thread attached to the top of the vagina. It's connected by two folds, dangling in the center from the pull of gravity. As Olivia inhales, the vagina sucks back into her body but for a brief instant you see the hanging center of the thread vibrate in the air before it disappears into the cavern. You smile at Amy but she's too disgusted by the smell to appreciate what you just saw. <<linkreplace "Have Amy taste some of the semen." t8n>>\ You hold the jar out to Amy and say, "Again." She pipettes some sperm and you say, "Let's trade." You hand her the jar and she hands you the pipette. She holds the jar away from her face with her arms extended and grimaces as she looks away from it. You squeeze the pipette bulb and, just like before, a putrid 'semen worm' sticks to the tip and dangles in the air. When you lift Amy's chin she realizes your plans. She takes a step back and shakes her head. "It's yucky!" You smile and say, "Be a good girl, now." When she shakes her head again you look at Olivia then back at Amy. "You don't want to be punished, do you?" Her lips tremble and she says, "No." You wave for her to come back and she takes a step closer. "That's a good girl." With a two quick motions you lift her chin then pull her jaw down with your thumb in her mouth. Her eyes cross and her nostrils flare as you move the pipette close. When you're an inch away, she groans and plugs her nose. The silk thread dangles over her mouth and you delicately place the bottom of the thread on the back of her bottom lip. Her lip trembles as it lands, but she does a good job of keeping her jaw open. She couldn't close it if she wanted to, your thumb blocks the way. You lift the pipette a bit to make sure the thread is securely attached to her lip. Once you're satisfied it is, you decide you're not going to drop the other end of the thread into her mouth. That would be too easy. You pull the pipette back a centimeter while squeezing the bulb. The other end of the thread detaches and lands on Amy's quivering chin. Reflex makes her hold a hand under her chin to prevent the semen from spilling, but she lowers it when she realizes it's much too thick for that to be a concern. She leaves her hand quivering by her chin without touching it. This is exactly how you wanted it to happen: One end of the thread is on Amy's lip, the other end is on her chin. Now she'll have to slurp it up like a filthy strand of spaghetti. You grab Amy's wrist and move it out of the way. "Sorry, I wanna watch and your hand was blocking my view." Amy mutters something you can't make out and her eyelashes flutter. Her eyes look like they're beginning to tear up. The thick thread of semen slowly moves into her mouth as she puckers her lips and sucks. When the whole thing disappears you joke, "Good girl, now make sure to eat everything or there'll be no dessert." Her throat bulges as she swallows but it's interrupted by her gagging. As she opens her mouth to cough, you see the semen still stuck on the back of her tongue. With tears in her eyes, clears her throat and tries again. The gulp is much larger and strenuous this time. She closes her eyes and a single tear streams down her face. Once her throat muscles have forced it down, she gasps and breathes heavy. You interrupt her recovery by grabbing her chin to make her open her mouth. No sign of the semen. She swallowed it. "It's stuck," she says as she massages her throat. "I don't like it." "Aww," you say as you wipe her tear away. "You can get a drink of water after class, OK? Sit down until then." She whimpers and nods.\ <<chardetail "Amy" "You made her swallow very old trans girl semen in Mrs. Curie's class.">><</linkreplace>> <<chardetail "Olivia" "She had very old trans girl semen deposited into her vagina during Mrs. Curie's class.">>

Olivia looks behind her and says, "Oh, fuck! Get out! Get out of me!" "What? What's wrong?" Mia asks. "My ass feels like it's on fire," she cries. She touches her ungloved fingers to her lips and looks at them. "Wait, I feel it, too. My lips are burning." Mrs. Curie smirks and says, "Looks like you're feeling the effects of the mystery ingredient." Mia wipes her mouth off on her sleeve and grimaces. She tries to remove her hand from Olivia's backside but the pain is so intense it's making Olivia clench. "Here," Mrs. Curie says. She walks to a refrigerator and pulls out a big bowl of white liquid. "This'll help with the burning." Mia fidgets her legs and asks, "What is it?" "It's milk." "Just milk? OK give it to me." She lifts her chin and opens her mouth. As Mrs. Curie puts the bowl to her lips she explains, "As Olivia guessed, the mystery ingredient is capsaicin oil. The same compound that gives food it's spicy flavoring." Mia swallows some milk and some spills down her chin. She rubs what's spilled all over her mouth. "Remember to avoid touching your eyes, dear." She turns to the class. "Milk has a compound called casein. This binds to capsaicin oil and washes it away. That's why it helps." Olivia looks back and whines, "What about me?" "Once you let go of your friend, I can pour some on you." Olivia narrows her eyes. Her first priority is to remove Mia's hand. She grabs on to Mia's wrist with both hands and pulls it away from her body. The way she groans and hisses through her teeth remind you of someone giving birth. Her hole has become extremely tender from all the fisting and Olivia squeals as Mia's hand frees itself from the cavity. Slowly, more and more of Mia's wrist reveals itself. The anus widens until it ejects the widest part of the hand. Once the base of the hand is out, the rest slips out easily. Unlike Amy, Mia had enough sense to form a 'beak' with her hand as she pulled out. Olivia slumps slightly when the hand evacuates. For a moment, you see her bright red insides, then the anus contracts and hides the tender folds from view. Her anus looks puffy and a lot less wrinkly than before the punishment started. She reaches back to give it a massage to quell the pain. "Here," Mrs. Curie says. She tips the bowl and spills some on Olivia's anus. "Better?" "No," she says through gritted teeth. "It hurts most on the inside." She shuts her eyes and her fingers tremble. Mrs. Curie lifts up her finger and says, "Ah!" She walks behind her desk, opens a drawer, and pulls out a large, plastic syringe. "We can give you a milk enema. That should cool down your insides." "Uh," you say to Mrs. Curie. "Why do you have that in your class?" "There are a lot of chemicals that are best taken anally," she replies. "Whatever," Olivia interrupts, "just give it to me! I can't stand this anymore." Mia dips her fingers into the bowl and rubs it over her mouth again. [[Have Olivia run to the bathroom to give herself the enema in private. You're not interested in seeing or knowing about it, but you'll wait until she comes back.->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]] <<if $fp_enema>>[[Give Olivia the enema in front of the class.->FistingOliviaSpicy2]]<</if>><<chardetail "Olivia" "She had spicy lube applied anally while being fisted by Mia.">>

"Try to go a little deeper," you suggest. Mia pumps her fist back and forth. With each little pump, she goes a bit deeper. Each time Mia reaches the end of her stroke, Olivia grunts. But each time she slides out, Olivia moans. Mia's eyes bulge out as half her forearm disappears. She turns to you and asks, "Is the mystery ingredient doing this?" You cross your arms and smile back at her. "You can relax now, Olivia." She puts one forearm on the desk and rubs her stomach with her other hand. Mia continues to pump without going deeper and you say, "If you haven't hit resistance, don't be shy. Keep going." Mia says, "But, it's so deep. It's a little scary. And, I think I hit a wall." "That might just be the curve into her colon. Try to go a little to the your left, and you should be able to keep going. By the way, Olivia would tell you in her own way if you were hurting her. Just be gentle and you should be fine." Mia feels around Olivia's anal cavity to find where the passage continues. Olivia's breath is shaky during the search until she begins moaning again. The smile on Mia's face tells you she found the way. She pumps until 3 quarters of her forearm are inside Olivia. Olivia lifts her other arm to rub her belly with both hands. She says with her face on the desk, "I'm so full. And, I- I can feel her arm with my hands. I'm scared, too." You smile. "As long as Mia is gentle, you'll be fine. Let's change positions though. Mia, carefully pull out. Olivia, you lay on your back." As they get into position, Mrs. Curie asks the class to guess the mystery ingredient. Casey is able to correctly guess that it's something that <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>lets you go really deep.<<elseif $fo_ass eq "relaxant">>relaxes your muscles.<</if>> "Very good," Mrs. Curie commends. She turns to you and says, "Now that she's guessed it, shall we move on to the next mystery ingredient?" You say, "Eventually, yes, but first I'd like to continue with this mystery ingredient. There's something I want to see." Olivia covers her face with both hands as she lays on her back but she must turn 90 degrees for her whole body to fit on the table. Now her crotch faces you and there's enough room for her to lay her legs flat. You beckon Mia over to you and tell her to continue. She quickly gets 3 quarters of her forearm back in. As the arm slowly passes through Olivia's body, you see her stomach wiggle along the fist's journey. "May I feel from the outside," you ask. Mia cheerfully nods but Olivia just lays there, quietly moaning. You place your palm on the stomach and feel Mia's fist pass under your hand. Giving her tummy a little massage, you say to Olivia, "I hope that feels as good for you on the inside as it does for me on the outside." You play a little game where you try to follow Mia's fist from the outside. It travels from Olivia's crotch - which you avoid touching - to the left side of her belly button. When Mia is as deep as she can go, you tell her to curl her wrist up. This makes Olivia grunt. Your eyes widen and a smile grows on your face as you feel a fist-sized bump protrude out of Olivia's stomach near her belly button. It might be your imagination, but you think you can make out Mia's individual knuckles through Olivia's body. The class should see this. You lift your hand off Olivia's stomach. Mia stares at you with her mouth open and says, "That's amazing. I didn't even know this was possible." "Do you like it?" you ask. She gives you a wicked smile as she bites her lower lip. "Then maybe you should pump a little faster." Olivia moans and puts her hands on her stomach. It's then that you see her face is bright red and there are tears drying on her face. Her moans tell you she's uncomfortable, but not in pain. The motion of Mia's forearm slightly displaces Olivia's hands and makes her fingers move on her stomach. Mia's heavy breathing tells you how much fun she's having. She looks at you a moment. You think she's going to ask you something, but instead she looks down at Olivia's vulva and starts circling her thumb on Olivia's clit hood. Olivia inhales sharply. Her body stiffens and she lifts her shoulders off the desk by bending her head back. Then she reaches down and pushes Mia's hand away. Mia bites her lower lip and waits for another opportunity to massage the hood again. You smile at Mia and say, "Let's respect Olivia's wishes on this one." Mia whispers, "But, I think I could get her to... you know." Olivia slowly moves her hands back to covering up her face. You take that as a sign that she's becoming comfortable with the arm massaging her insides, so you whisper to Mia, "I'm sure you could. But, let's focus on going as deep as possible for now." From the students perspective, Mia's arm is disappearing over and over again into Olivia, but her legs are blocking the view. In your mind, it's important that the class sees this. You tell Olivia to get back on all fours, but to tuck her knees into her stomach so she's in a frog like position. Mia pauses her fisting, but does not remove her hand during this transition. Now that Olivia is on all fours with her feet and butt hanging over the edge of the desk, the students have a great side view of Mia's arm plunging into Olivia's body. Mia's technique is to pump her fist all the way to the elbow, twist and pull out until only the fist remains inside. When the back of the fist hits the inside of Olivia's anus it bulges out slightly. Every time Mia reaches the end of her stroke, when it's deepest, Olivia grunts. Eventually, Mia's diligent push near the top of her stroke allows her to get her arm in an inch away from the elbow. Mia looks at you and says, "I don't think I can go deeper." "That's fine," you say. "I'd say you've gone more than deep enough. Just try to have fun for now." Mia pulls her arm out (except her fist) and has Mrs. Curie pour some lube all over it. Then she starts pumping a little faster than before. Since she's not trying to go beyond her elbow, Olivia no longer grunts at the top of the stroke. It's just shaky breathing and moans. You notice her little toes wiggle. "I think she likes it," you say loud enough so the class can hear. Olivia covers her face with both her hands. You look at the clock and say, "I think we've got enough time to do this for a few more minutes." Mrs. Curie looks at you and nods. Mia continues to pump her fist and Olivia continues to moan until, suddenly, her moans stop and all you hear is short, loud breaths. There's a gasp. When Mia turns to you with a huge grin on her face you realize it came from her. She doesn't stop pumping. Something confuses you. There's a strange sound. Is that splattering liquid? You turn your head and bend down to look below Olivia and you see wetness coming from her vagina. In fact, liquid is pouring out of her. She starts exhaling loudly from her nose. When Mia notices something caught your eye she looks below the table, too. When Mia sees the liquid spilling down the side of the desk, she slowly looks back at you and mouths, "O-M-G." She scoffs again in disbelief before turning back to Olivia and rubbing one of her butt cheeks with her free hand. "Good job!" [img[images/olivia_deep_fist_resized.png]] You wait a few moments for Olivia to start moaning again before you ask her, "What just happened there? Did you urinate on the floor?" Without uncovering her face, she shakes her head and says, "I don't know." Mia lifts her chin high and says, "She clenched all over my arm. It was like she tried to hold me in place but..." she grins, "I wouldn't let her! I just kept going." "She clenched?" You take a step toward Olivia and say, "I think... It seems you had an anal orgasm and it made you... squirt. You must have really liked it." Olivia shakes her head again to deny it. You turn to the class and ask, "Does anyone have any questions about what you just saw?" Nobody raises their hand, but you can tell there are quite a few confused faces. "She just had an anal orgasm. Mia did a great job." You turn back to Olivia and say, "This seems as good a time as any to move on to the next student." Mia slowly slides her arm out, including the fist. Olivia's anus looks much bigger now. Not just the gape, but the anus itself looks like a big wrinkled ring. Inside the ring there are bright pink, tender folds. You could easily fit your own fist in there and probably reach as far as Mia. AB will be pleased to hear about this, especially the anal orgasm. You and Mrs. Curie thank Mia and call up the next student. <<if $fo_ass eq "deep">>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaStopEarly]] <<else>>\ [[Continue->FistingOliviaDiaper]] <</if>><<chardetail "Olivia" "She was anally fisted all the way to Mia's elbow in Mrs. Curie's class.">><<chardetail "Mia" "She anally fisted Olivia all the way to her elbow in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

Olivia comes back from the restroom with one arm covering her breasts and the other covering her crotch. She slinks over to you while looking at the floor. "Do I have to go back up," she asks. You rub her shoulder. "There's a lot more students waiting to test out their lube. It's important for them to get feedback so they can improve. You understand?" She looks up at you with tears in her eyes and sighs. You smile and say, "Good girl."<<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Mia sees how much Olivia is struggling and runs up to her and whispers some words of encouragement into her ears. You can't hear what she says, but Olivia nods while looking at the floor.<</if>> "I really must be going," you say to the class. You walk over to Mrs. Curie and whisper, "I have to write this up for AB before the day ends. Let me know if anything interesting happens while I'm gone." As you leave, you see Olivia climbing back onto the desk and spreading herself before the class. [[Office]]

Mrs. Curie places the bowl on her desk and fills the giant enema syringe with milk until the bowl is empty. She says, "Now to apply some lubrication to the tip..." "Wait!" Mia yells. "That's the spicy lube. Mrs. Curie chuckles. "You're right, I forgot. That would certainly be counter productive." "Hurry!" Olivia yells. "There's plenty of lube on me already." She's right, and she's very loose from the fisting. The syringe slides right in and Mrs. Curie pushes on the plunger. Olivia shudders and Mrs. Curie explains that it's a little cold from the fridge. When a half of the syringe is emptied, Olivia starts rubbing her stomach and groaning. Mrs. Curie slows down as she empties another quarter of the syringe. Olivia reaches a hand back and says, "Stop. I'm full." [[Let's not waste any of the milk. Empty all of it into Olivia.|FistingOliviaSpicyEmpty][$fo_full_enema to true]] [[Dump the rest of the milk out.|FistingOliviaSpicyLips][$fo_full_enema to false]]

You say, "Let's not waste any of that milk," as you take Mrs. Curie's place and slowly push down on the plunger. Olivia gasps when she realizes her bowels are filling beyond comfort. She frantically waves her hand to tell you to stop as she rubs her stomach with the other one. Olivia starts to groan when there's about an inch left to go. The pressure has built up so it's a little hard to push the plunger further. When you do, it spills directly out of her anus anyway. But, just for the principle of it, you make sure to empty the rest into her. When you remove the syringe, you're surprised when a stream of milk shoots out of Olivia's ass and onto the floor. To stop the flow, you quickly place your thumb over it to plug the hole. Olivia lets out a frustrated grunt as you say, "Mia, hold this for me, please." Another stream of enema milk squirts out during the moment you lift your thumb to trade places with Mia. You furrow your brow. "Try to hold it in, Olivia. You're making a mess." She whimpers, "I can't! I need to go now." You turn to Mia and remind her to hold that milk in place. She does her best but it's an impossible task. The anus quivers in pain and there's a lot of pressure behind it. Each time it twitches, a little milk dribbles out and spills down Olivia's inner thigh. You walk to Olivia's side and move her wrist out of the way, giving you access to her belly. "Wow," you say after you place your hand on it. "You really are distended." "Yeah, you look pregnant," Mia adds as she rubs her sleeve on her mouth. You say, "I'm going to rub it to see how it feels, OK?" "Please don't," Olivia begs. You put one hand down on Olivia's back and lift the other hand to her belly, then you push them both together to meet in the middle. Olivia's squeals in pain and milk pours out of her anus, despite Mia's thumb blocking the way. A lot of it gets on Mia's legs but she doesn't seem to mind. There's still a lot of built up pressure so you squeeze a few more times. Each time, Olivia groans in pain and the milk sprays past Mia's finger like someone putting their thumb on a hose. After about 5 or so squeezes, the pressure dies down to a point where Olivia can hold it in without Mia's help and takes a few steps back. "There," you say. "Doesn't that feel better?" Olivia looks back at you and scowls. Mia rubs her lips and says to Mrs. Curie, "It still burns, do you have any more milk?" [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyLips]]

<<if $fo_full_enema>>\ Mia looks into the bowl and sees that it's empty and smiles. She bites her lower lip and says, "It still burns, is there any more milk?" Mrs. Curie says with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry. Principal $name just used the last of it."\ <<else>>\ As Mrs. Curie squirts the last of the milk into the sink, Mia smiles. She says, "It still burns a little. Do you have any more milk?" Mrs. Curie looks up and says with a sympathetic tone, "I'm sorry. I just squirted out the last of it."\ <</if>> Mia looks at Olivia and licks her lip. The gape caused by the fisting is still in effect. Her anus flickers, becoming looser and tighter, but it doesn't completely close. Behind that gape you can see she's filled to the brim with milk. Only her position is holding it inside. If she were to stand up, it'd all spill out. "Well...", Mia says then points at Olivia's butt. "What about that milk?" She has a little smirk on her face. From her seat, Jessie says, "Ew, <<if not $hucow>>that's <</if>>dirty."<<if $hucow>> Jessie is wearing green lipstick today, but it's not applied very well<</if>> Mrs. Curie waves her arms and says, "No, no, no. That's really dirty. You'll probably get sick!" She squishes her eyebrows together. "Why is this even something I have to say?" Unfortunately for Mrs. Curie you have the final say. You come up with these options in your head. <<if $fp_scat>>\ * [[Agree with Mrs. Curie. Drinking an enema is too filthy.->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsNone]] * [[You're sure there's some plastic tubing around here. You'll find the narrowest tube you can and Mia can use it like a straw. The thin tubing should filter out all the 'particulates'.|FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube][$fo_tube_thick to false]] * [[Find some thick tubing instead. The wide tube will do a poor job of filtering out "particulates". Your stomach turns when you think of the potential consequences.|FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube][$fo_tube_thick to true]]\ <<else>>\ * [[Agree with Mrs. Curie. Drinking an enema is too filthy.->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsNone]] * [[You're sure there's some plastic tubing around here. You'll find the narrowest tube you can and Mia can use it like a straw. The thin tubing should filter out all the 'particulates'.|FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube][$fo_tube_thick to false]] <</if>>

"I'm sorry, Mia," you say. "But, I'm going to agree with Mrs. Curie on this one. I think the best thing to do is to have Olivia run to the bathroom to release expel in private. I'm sure it'll make a huge mess when she stands up, but it's something she can clean up later. I'd rather it be on the floor than on your mouth." Mia looks more embarrassed than sad. Like she realizes how gross her request is. You tap on Olivia's behind and she hops off the desk. The impact of the landing causes some milk to spill out of her and she quickly puts her hands on her hole to prevent more from spilling. She walks to the door and realizes she can't open it without spilling more on the floor. "Mia," you say, "why don't you open the door for Olivia and follow her to the restroom? You know, to make sure she doesn't spill anymore?" Mia nods and walks to the door and Olivia snaps at her to hurry up. [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]

<<nobr>> <<if $fo_tube_thick>> <<set _width to "wide">> <<set _widths to "widest">> <<else>> <<set _width to "narrow">> <<set _widths to "narrowest">> <</if>> <</nobr>>\ You ignore Mrs. Curie's concerns and ask, "Where do you keep your tubing?" "Um, right there." You walk over to a drawer and open it. Mrs. Curie walks behind you and asks, "Why? What are you doing?" You rummage around and pull out the longest, _widths tube you can find then you turn around and tell Mrs. Curie, "Mia can drink out of this." Her eyes dart around. "But... what about the sanitation concern?" You put your hand on her shoulder and say, "She'll be fine. Let it go." As you walk back to Olivia, Mrs. Curie says, "But... but..." You hand the _width tube to Mia and say, "There you go." She looks at it and asks, "Like a straw?" "Exactly. That way I can see." She giggles and says, "K." She's eager to get started. She sticks one end into Olivia's stretched anus<<if $fo_tube_thick>> and slides it in deep so it doesn't slip out<</if>> and holds it in place by pinching it with her thumb and index finger. Then she puts the other end into her mouth. Mia's cheeks bulge out and you hear a bubbling sound. "Are you blowing bubbles," you ask. Mia removes the straw from her mouth and smiles. "Be serious," you say with a tone that lets her know you're not upset. You grab the loose end and place it in her mouth for her. "Suck," you say with a smile. She giggles as she pulls the straw out of her mouth to say, "OK." Milk enters the tube after she sucks on it. She removes the tube from her mouth and holds the milk in place by putting her thumb on the mouth end. With a big smile on her face she yells, "Done!" You shake your head. "Are you teasing me?" She puts the straw back in her mouth and says, "Maybe..." Her reply breaks the tube's suction and the milk flows back into Olivia's rectum. "Oops." She sucks on it twice and draws some milk out again. "Wait," you say. "I have an idea." You tell Mrs. Curie to hold the tube in place at Olivia's end then you grab Mia by the wrist and drag her to the front of the desk, facing the class. The long tube goes around Olivia's side and still has enough slack to curl like a crazy straw. "Now Olivia can watch, too." Olivia's bright red with tears streaming down her face. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia says, "Aw, don't be sad!" She wipes away a tear. Olivia flinches and yells, "You have lube on your hand, idiot!" Mia opens her mouth and the tube falls out. "Oh my god, I forgot." Olivia lowers her head and shakes it. She looks back at Mia, laughs, and says, "You're so dumb." Her eyes follow the tube until she sees the part that contains milk. "You're also really gross. You're not really going to do this, are you?" Mia bends down to pick up the tube. As she stands, she puts it near her mouth and says, "Well... I was thinking, you know, maybe if I do something really gross, people will remember what I did more than what happened to you. Or... at least, you know, we could share the embarrassment together." Olivia looks up and half smiles. "That's kind of sweet. But it's like, 50 times grosser than it is sweet." You rub Mia's back and give her some words of encouragement. "Go on. Show Olivia how you'd do anything for her."<<else>>\ Mia removes the tube from her mouth, waves slowly, and whispers, "Hi." Olivia scoffs and looks away with contempt. "Wanna see something neat?" She places the tube back in her mouth and grins.<</if>> Mia looks behind her and points at the teacher's chair and talks with the tube in her mouth. "Ca- I sit whi- I do i-?" You give her permission and she sits down so she's eye level to Olivia. [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTube2]]

Mia begins sucking through the tube. You can tell by the concerned look on Mrs. Curie's face that the milk is coming out and after a few more sucks, you see pass by Olivia's thigh in the tube. Mia folds the tube in half to catch her breath and begins sucking on it again. The milk goes through a loop in the tube and passes by Olivia's shoulder. Mia takes another breather and you rub her shoulder. "Look, you're almost there." Mia looks up at you with a twinkle in her eyes. Olivia looks to her side and notices the milk in the tube. She shivers and sticks out her tongue. "Yuck." Mia sucks a few more times until the milk is a mere inch from her lips. She puts her hands on her knees and leans toward Olivia until their noses are about a foot away. Olivia's nose wrinkles and she looks away. Mia folds the tube and pulls it out of her mouth then she leans into Olivia's ear and whispers, "Watch me." When she pulls her head back she has a giant smile on her face but Olivia has a frown on hers. She slowly turns to face Mia. Mia sucks once more and the milk shoots into her mouth. She closes her eyes, lifts her head, and moans. When she opens her eyes again she smiles so wide her mouth opens and the milk dribbles out on her chin and onto her shirt. She removes the tube from her mouth and lets all the milk spill out. She says, "ah," and smears the milk around her mouth. There's a lot of excess milk on her face so she lifts her sleeve to wipe it off. With her chin held high, she beams, "That was fun." You ask, "You're stopping there?" She jerks her head back and says, "What do you mean?" "Aren't you going to swallow some?" She shakes her head slightly and says, "N-no, I just needed to cool down my lips." You bend down and wrap your arm around Mia's shoulder and grab the tube with your other hand. "You're one of my most ambitious students," you say as you stick the end back in her mouth. "I know you can do better." Her nostrils flare and her breathing becomes shallow so you rub her back to calm her. After thinking about it a little longer, she shakes her head and says, "Nuh-uh." You say, "Have you ever tried it? Maybe it tastes really, really good. Besides," you smile, "it's not really //that// impressive just to rub it on your face." You slide your finger down Mia's chin to get some of the dirty milk on your finger then you tap it on Olivia's chin. Olivia flinches in disgust and glares at you. A faint white mark is left behind. "See? Even I would do that. What's really impressive is to swallow it. I bet nobody else but you could do it." She looks at Olivia and frowns. "Just try a little bit and see if you like it." She nods at you, closes her eyes, and sucks out some milk into her mouth. "There you go! I know you can do it," you say as you pull the tube from her mouth and keep it folded with your thumb. "Don't spit it out now." She lifts her head toward the ceiling and you rub her throat lightly with the palm of your other hand. "Just swallow whenever you're ready. Take your time." You feel her throat quiver on your fingertips as she struggles and can't help but say, "Ooh, that feels lovely. I can literally feel how difficult this must be." The throat bulges out against your fingers. You hear the sound as she gulps the filthy milk down. Once you feel the liquid pass by your hand, her throat muscles shiver. Mia sticks out her tongue and pants. "I did it," she says. She looks at you and smiles, then her head shakes in disgust before she repeats herself. "I did it." "I can see that," you say as you rub her back. "Easy, right? Now let's do it again. For Olivia this time. That last one was just for me." Mia looks at you with her eyes wide. Her lip trembles and she shakes her head but when you place the tube near her mouth, she wraps her lips around it by her own accord. She whimpers and obediently takes another sip. You remove the tube and point at Olivia. "Make sure Olivia watches this one." Mia struggles to swallow the second gulp but she eventually succeeds. She shakes her head with her eyes closed shut. "Good job!" you commend. "Stick out your tongue so Olivia can see you swallowed." Olivia's asks Mia, "Why would you do that?" You turn Mia's shoulder's so she's facing you and kneel down to her height. She struggles to make eye contact with you. "That was so easy for you! Now I have a big favor to ask, but it's a much bigger challenge." Mia's upper lip quivers and she looks toward the floor. You place the tube back into her mouth and say, "If Olivia were to stand up, the milk would spill everywhere. That would make an awful mess that would be very time consuming to clean up. And, well, if we missed any, the classroom would smell terrible. So, you could help out immensely if you drank more. Maybe even... all of it? Do you think you could do that?" Mia pouts and looks up at you with her beautiful eyes. You stroke the back of her head to show you how grateful you'd be and how serious you are. Without breaking eye contact, she sucks on the straw once. There's a slight pause and then she swallows. You smile as she sucks on the straw again. "I'm going to check on your friend. You keep going without me, OK?" You turn to face Olivia and move out of the way so she can watch Mia suck the milk out of the tube. "You're on guard duty to make sure Mia keeps drinking," you say. "If she stops, call for me." She stares at Mia with her jaw open. You change the subject: "How's it feel? Still burning?" Olivia shakes her head and says, "No, not anymore." "Good," you say. You walk to the front of the desk to look at Olivia's behind. On your short walk, you see tiny bubbles flowing through the tube in Mia's direction. It lets you know she's still sucking at a slow but consistent pace. Mrs. Curie is holding the tube in place. Olivia's gape has subsided and now you can't see into her rectum. "Spread yourself for me again," you ask. When Olivia obeys, you can barely see the milk anymore. It indicates that Mia is doing a good job removing it from Olivia's body. Seems you have some time before Mia finishes her task so you make some friendly banter with Mrs. Curie. "Who's the next student?" "Casey," she says. You hear a slurping sound in Olivia's colon and large bubbles flow through the tube. It looks like Mia drank it all. But already? You're a little disappointed. But then Mrs. Curie slides the straw deeper inside Olivia and more milk flows through. You have a long drawn out conversation with Mrs. Curie about her plans for the next class while the students sit patiently and wait to be called up next. Apparently, she's thinking about having a class about hallucinogenic drugs some time in the future.<<if $fo_tube_thick>>It occurs to you that the deeper the tube goes, the higher the chance of it finding something 'dirty'. [[That's a risk you're willing to take.->FistingOliviaSpicyLipsTubeScat]] [[Ew. Let's stop now.->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]\ <<else>> Eventually the straw slurps and Mrs. Curie says, "I've lowered the straw so many times already. Realistically, I think there's very little risk for Olivia to make a mess if we stop here." You sigh and say, "I suppose you're right. Let's have her run to the bathroom to expel what's left." Mrs. Curie slowly pulls the thin tube out of Olivia's colon inch by inch. There's something erotic about how much was inside her: About 2 feet. All of that was deep inside Olivia's colon sucking up whatever milk it found as it was lowered deeper and deeper. When the tube falls to the floor you walk back to Mia to check up on her. Her eyes are closed and she's holding the straw with both hands. She's looking a little pale. When she's sucked the straw clean and only air enters her mouth, she opens her eyes and looks a little surprised. She rubs her belly and says, "I'm so full, I think I'm going to barf." You pat her head and say, "Try to hold it in for me and out of respect for Olivia. You wouldn't want to offend her by making her think it tastes bad, would you?" Lowering your voice, you whisper, "You should be proud of yourself. I don't think any of the other students could have done that." She looks up and smiles for a moment but you can see how uncomfortable she is by the look on her face. You boop her nose and say, "Thanks for your help." [[Continue.->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]\ <</if>>

In the middle of your conversation with Mrs. Curie, you notice the flow of milk has stopped. You stop talking mid sentence and walk back to Mia. "Olivia," you say, "What happened? You were supposed to tell me if she stopped." Both of them look extremely concerned. Olivia points at the tube without saying a word. There's a light brown fleck about the size of a dime about a foot away from Mia's mouth. You put your hands on your knees to get a closer look and what you see makes you smile. It's a thin skin of some post-processed food. It delicately floats and turns in the milk like a jellyfish would in the ocean. You say to Mia, "Thank you for stopping so I could watch," though you suspect that was not the reason she stopped. The tube is still in her mouth. "Well? Keep drinking." Her eyes flutter, her nose crinkles, and she shakes her head. "Come on, you can do this." You remove her hands from the tube and place them in your palms. "I'll be here to support you the whole way." Mia lifts her chin up and away from you and shakes her head again. You place one of Mia's hands in Olivia's and grab Olivia's other hand making the three of you hold hands like you're in a 3 person support group. You say, "Olivia'll help, too. Won't you Olivia?" Olivia curls her lip. "Go on," you say, giving Olivia a little nudge with your elbow. "Encourage Mia." "Encourage her?" she asks without taking her eyes off the brown fleck. "Yes, tell her how much you want her to drink and swallow it." She turns to you and grimaces, then looks at Mia. You whisper to Olivia, "Do it. You don't want a second punishment, do you?"\ <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Olivia frowns and tells Mia, "I'll get in trouble if you don't. But..." She sighs, "I would understand if you didn't. I won't think less of you either way." "No," you say. "Not like that. Tell her you //want// her to do it."<</if>> Olivia shuts her eyes and slowly speaks through gritted teeth. "Mia... I... want... you... to... swallow... my... shit..." You scowl at Olivia for the use of profanity but then shake Mia's hand up and down and say, "See? We both really want to see it. Just... just go slow. Take one small sip at first." Mia groans in frustration and squeezes your hand as she looks up at the ceiling. She closes her eyes and sucks some milk into her mouth. The wisp of fecal matter wooshes an inch toward her mouth. "Great job!" you say as you nudge Olivia. Olivia opens her eyes and says, "Uh... yeah, that was... that was really good, Mia." "Take another sip," you say. Mia shakes her head as she sucks some more milk from the tube. You turn to Olivia and she knows what you expect of her. "That... that was good. Only a few more sips like that." Mia takes another sip. The fleck is only 6 inches away now. "You- you're almost there." You leave the little support group by placing Mia's other hand in Olivia's. Olivia is on all fours with her forearms dangling over the desk and holding onto Mia's hands. "More than half way now," Olivia says as Mia swallows again with a lot of difficulty. Mia opens her eyes and suddenly stiffens her posture in surprise. Maybe it's because the fecal matter is dangerously close to her mouth, maybe it's because she didn't expect Olivia to be looking directly back at her, maybe it's both reasons. Olivia realizes what she's been saying and hesitates. "Go on," you encourage. "You're both doing great and you're almost there." Olivia sighs and her eyes dart side to side. You give her a moment to collect her thoughts and she says, "There's only 4 more inches to go. Take a big gulp. Close your eyes if it helps. Good. 2 more inches until it's in your mouth. That might be one or two more gulps." You notice Mia squeeze Olivia's hands for comfort and Olivia returns the favor by circling her thumbs over the top of Mia's hands. Olivia stops talking and you can hear her breathing heavy. "It's really close," she whispers. "Are you really going to do it?" Mia opens her eyes and tears form in the corners of them. Olivia shakes Mia's hands and says, "See? It's really close. One more suck and it's in your mouth." Mia is still. You tell Olivia, "She needs your words of encouragement to do this last part." There's a long pause and Olivia assertively whispers, "Eat it." You tilt your head. For a moment it looked like Olivia had a smirk on her face. Maybe you're just projecting. If it was there, it's not there anymore. Rather than suck, Mia slumps and whines. Olivia repeats, not in a whisper this time, "Eat it." Still no reaction. Olivia stares deeply into Mia's eyes and leans her head in a little closer. She swallows rapidly, musters a fading smile, and repeats for the 3rd time, "Eat it." You place your arm on Mia's upper back and rub it in support. "Just one more suck," you whisper. Mia nods, not at you but at Olivia. She closes her eyes and sucks. The moment the fecal matter flows into Mia's mouth, Olivia's jaw drops. Mia lets go of Olivia's hands and covers her mouth. She shuts her eyes tight and gags and a bit of milk spills down her chin, but not all that is in her mouth. Mia lifts her chin to the ceiling to contain the rest of the milk. As she looks up, she pulls out the tube and carelessly throws it on the ground. It starts spurting dirty milk all over the floor. As you bend down to pick it up you say, "Wait, don't swallow yet." She may have spit the dirty piece out when she gagged and you want to make sure it's still in her mouth. You pinch the tube shut and say, "Open your mouth so Olivia and I can see it." When Mia opens her mouth, her lips quiver. If she's not careful, she may spill or gag on it again. You grab her chin and lift higher to reduce that risk. When you look inside, you see the puddle of milk but you don't see the foul fecal matter. You ask, "Did you swallow it already?" She shakes her head and says, "Nuh-uh." "Did you spit it out," Olivia asks. "Nuh-uh." "Where is it then? Show us," you say. Mia whines and closes her mouth. Her cheek protrudes as her tongue scrapes it a couple of times then she shivers and gags. She covers her mouth with her shaking fingers to prevent the milk from spilling and, thankfully, none of it does. When she opens her mouth again, her tongue is raised above the puddle of milk and the thin sheet of fecal matter is draped around the tip of it. You smile and Olivia turns her head in disgust. "That's so gross." "Very good," you say as you push Mia's jaw shut then spin Mia 180 degrees in her chair. Now that her back's to Olivia, you say "Olivia, rub her throat. She likes that." Olivia doesn't have a lot of mobility in her position, but you pushed Mia close enough so Olivia's forearms flank the sides of Mia's shoulders. With an almost sensual motion, Olivia strokes the front of Mia's neck with each hand. A tear streams down Mia's face as she works up the nerve to swallow. Her closed lips begin to quiver, telling you she's about to swallow. You suggest Olivia lay her fingers flat on Mia's throat so she can feel the sensation. Mia dips her chin as she swallows then dramatically pulls her shoulders back. She shakes her head with her tongue out then begins to tremble. "I did it," she says through a harsh exhale. You wounder if she'll be able to hold it down. It probably doesn't taste that bad, but the psychology of it might make her retch. "It appears so," you reply, smirking. "Olivia, mind confirming that for us?" Olivia's a little higher than Mia since she's on a table and Mia's in a chair. But, since Olivia's behind Mia, she has to lift Mia's chin up to inspect her mouth from behind. "Lift your tongue," Olivia says. She tilts her head as she looks underneath both sides of it. "Looks like she swallowed." Mia straightens her neck, sniffles, and pinches her nose with her hands. With a nasal voice, she says, "I can still smell it in the back of my throat. It's making my eyes water." You grin and say, "Think of it as a little souvenir from Olivia. You'll get used to the smell soon so savor it while you can." The two students cringe at each other. "OK," you say. "There's still plenty of milk in Olivia, but I think we've removed most of the pressure. I'm not as concerned that Olivia will spill if she stands up now. What do you say we call another student up and have Mia sit back at her seat?" Mia nods enthusiastically. She's turning a little green from digesting all that dirty milk. When she sits down you have a semi-private conversation with Olivia. "If the circumstances were different, do you think you would enjoy that?" Her head jerks back. "What? No." "Hmm, I'm a little surprised by your answer," you say. "You seem to enjoy dominating others, and that seemed like the ultimate form of domination." Olivia frowns and looks behind herself to find Mia. She's sitting at her desk and rubbing her belly. The rest of the students are all leaning away from her and disturbed at what she's done. You move close to Olivia to whisper, "She just ate some of your shit in front of the whole class. I can't think of a more submissive act than that." You can tell Olivia is thinking about what you just said. Mrs. Curie tells Olivia to run to the bathroom to expel the rest of the milk then to come right back for the rest of her punishment. [[Continue->FistingOliviaSpicyEnd]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She drank a milk enema from Olivia's ass with a tube during Mrs. Curie's class.">>

You check the clock and decide you better leave if you're to write that email to AB before the day ends. But you know if you leave now, the muscle relaxant in Olivia's gut could make an awful mess throughout the school if you're not careful. You know where you can find the solution to that problem, but you'll have to temporarily leave the class. In the hall, you scan the top of the doors for the room with the placard you're looking for. Ah, there it is. The abandoned nurses office. You enter and search around the drawers and find what you're looking for: An adult sized diaper. When you walk back into Mrs. Curie's class you interrupt Casey who's currently fisting Olivia's vagina and make an announcement. "Sorry to interrupt-", everyone turns to look at you, "- but as you're well aware one of those mystery ingredients was a muscle relaxant. As you could imagine, that would create an awful mess if we just let Olivia walk around the school without some form of... 'protection'." You walk to the front and face the class. "So, for the rest of the day, Olivia will be wearing this under her skirt." You pinch it a bit and listen to it crinkle. "This will help keep the school nice and clean." You hand the diaper to Mrs. Curie and trust that she'll make Olivia wear it once the class ends. Then you say, "Well, I must be going. I hope you students enjoyed today's lesson. I know I learned a lot." [[Continue->Office]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "You put a diaper on Olivia after she was fisted with a muscle relaxant in Mrs. Curie's class.">>

<<set $finished_lactation to true>>You toil in your office until 7 o'clock. As you're leaving you look to the left and jump when you see someone sitting in the bench outside your office. "Jessie! What are you doing there?" She turns to you. "You told me to stop by your office after school." "Yeah, but why didn't you knock? How long have you been sitting out there?" "I dunno. An hour?" You look down at your <<purse>> and think about how you've already locked up for the night and were prepared to go home. Should you cancel tonight and see her tomorrow? But, has the pill already had some effect? You kind of want to see it as it progresses each night. "Jessie," you ask, "would you mind walking with me down the hall?" She grunts as she stands up and crosses her arms. Without saying a word, she follows behind you as you walk. "Why are you walking so slow?" you ask as you wave her to catch up to you. She grimaces as she runs to your side. "What's wrong?" "I'm sore," she says with a frown. "Where?" "Everywhere. My whole body. Can I stop taking the pills?" "Let's talk about that later." She sighs, upset you won't give her a straight answer. "Is there some part of your body that's more sore than the others," you ask. You steal a glance at her chest, but she's still covering it. The hallway doors open outward and you walk outside. She scowls then looks away. "I don't like this pill. I feel uglier." "How do you mean," you ask. "It's a pill to make me fatter, isn't it? That's why Mrs. Ball let me take it instead of her punishment." "Uh, why would Mrs. Ball want you to be fatter?" "So she can pick on me more!" She turns to face you. "She's always making fun of my body. Today she called me a fat cow." You wrap your arm around her shoulder, "You're not fat. I want you to try to ignore that silly talk." Once you arrive at your dormitory, you open the door and extend your arm. "After you," you say. Jessie hesitates, looks at you, and frowns. "Come on now. I'm not going to hurt you." <<if $tortured_jessies_breast>> "You did in PE class," she says. "What's different this time?" "Well... I'm tired and I just want to have a relaxing night. You have my word. <</if>>She looks around, as if to find someone to save her, then walks in. [[Continue->HucowLactation2]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You invited her into your room and gave her tea as you inspected her lactation.">>

She sits on your couch and you ask, "Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water?" She bites her lower lip, looks at you, and smiles. "What kind of tea do you have?!" "Chai spice, black, chamomile-" "-Chamomile! I love chamomile!" You make yourself a cup of decaf coffee and a cup of chamomile for her. When you place hers on your coffee table she starts breathing heavy with a huge grin. "I can't wait to drink this," she says. "I can't remember the last time I've had tea!" Come to think of it, it must be a luxury for the students. Usually they only get to drink water at the drinking fountains. She blows on it and takes a low slurp. When she places it back on the table, she closes her eyes as she inhales through her nose and lays back as she melts into your comfortable couch. It's the first time she's taken her arms away from her chest. If you're not mistaken, they look even bigger than yesterday. She turns to you and smiles but you make eye contact with her before getting caught. "Good?" you ask. "Heavenly," she smiles. She looks down and gasps slightly, then tries to subtly cover her chest with one of her arms. You grab her hand and gently push it down then look into her eyes and ask, "Can I see them?" She looks a little frightened and surprised as she shakes her head no. "Please?" you plead, in your most tender tone. She looks at the steaming tea then back at you. You can tell she's considering it but there's a wince on her face. You turn to her on the couch and grab the bottom of her shirt with both hands. Staring into her eyes, you give her an opportunity to tell you to stop but her expression only shows timidness. "I'm ugly," she whispers. You inhale with a smile then bite your lower lip. As you pull her shirt up she makes it easier on you by lifting her arms. When the shirt is off, she uses both forearms to cover her cleavage and avoids eye contact. You look her up and down and she blushes a little. "See?" [[Continue->HucowLactation3]]

"Oh Jessie, stop pretending." She grimaces and turns her head away from you which makes you think she may be serious. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, you grab her wrists and slightly pull on them to ask her to give you a better look. She faces the ceiling and lets you lower her arms. "Wow," you say under your breath. She blushes and covers herself back up. "Come," you say as you wave toward your bedroom. "I've got a full length mirror in there. I want to show you how beautiful you are." She walks in after you, covering herself the whole way. "Let's start at your waist," you make an C shape with your finger. "See how your waist curves inward and your hips get..." you pause. Are her hips wider than before? You try to stick your finger between the elastic but there's not enough slack. "What!?" she asks as she looks down at your finger. "Uh, y-your hips get wider. That's not fat, that's curves." You stand behind her and place your hands on both sides of her waist, feeling her soft tummy with your fingertips. "It's very sexy," you say in a sultry voice as you look up at her. She puts her hands near yours and pinches some fat on her belly. You can see her frown in the in the reflection but something else catches your eye. Her breasts //have// become bigger. They're spilling out of the bra. Even the top half of her areolae are visible. You swear they were pale, pink, and small before but now they're dark pink and large. The boundary between the areola and the rest of the breast is distinct unlike some of the other students where it blends together. This gives her nipple a solid, circular shape. She makes eye contact with you in the reflection and blushes. You clear your throat and say, "You look a little uncomfortable," as you reach up to unhook her bra. Her breathing gets heavy and she looks side to side with uncertainty. You release the clasp before she has a chance to contest it and the bra falls down into her hands. In the mirror you see her breasts flop out and jiggle. They're so massive you can't help but stare. Jessie was the most endowed girl before, but now she easily surpasses everyone by a cup size. She slowly lowers her arms and the bra falls to the floor. There's an awkward moment where nothing is said and all you can hear is her breathing. You're both just staring at her chest. She asks, "Do they look different?" "Shouldn't you know better than I," you ask. "I-I don't usually look," she says. If you weren't so distracted, you'd pity her for her lack of self confidence. As you push her closer to the mirror, you say, "Let's take a good look now." [[Continue->HucowLactation4]]

You stand at her side and point down the front of her breast. "There's a big vein there I don't remember seeing." She gasps and turns to you. "Is it ugly?!" "It's beautiful," you say with a genuine smile as you look into her eyes. "Don't worry so much. It's all beautiful." She seems to relax a bit. You touch the top of the vein and trace it down to the areola with your finger. Jessie's breathing gets a little shaky as you get to the destination of your journey. You blow air on her nipple and see her slowly blink and the corner of her mouth raise. She swallows and exhales audibly. When you blow again, she wiggles her fingers. "Your nipples have a cute little hole in them." You circle your fingertip around the left one and Jessie gasps but doesn't pull away. "Ooh." "What? What is it?" In a whisper you say, "The hole is more pronounced when I make it hard like this." You stick out your pinky nail and fit the corner of it in the hole. It's hard to not fantasize about sucking them. How would the texture feel as your ran your tongue over those holes? You gently pinch the hole shut at the top and bottom then rotate your fingers and pinch it shut at the sides. When you do this, the holes turn into pinched slits. By the time you start caressing the edge with your thumb, it has become completely hard so you move on to the other one. Jessie is fixated on your finger in the reflection as you circle to make it hard. "May I lift one," you ask to her reflection. She blushes, but doesn't reply. You take your hand and cradle the left breast in your palm. When you lift it slightly, you realize how heavy and firm it is. It's so large it feels like it's going to roll off your hand so you decide to cup it with both. You move your hands to the base and hold the breast at the thumb webbing of each hand. "Look," you say. "I can't even touch my fingers together when I use both hands." You slide your thumb and index fingers from the base to the front of the breast, caressing it as you go. The breast flops down onto her stomach when you reach the end and jiggles. Jessie moans slightly. "Feel good," you ask. She smiles but shrugs. You do it again, this time with each palm, and as your palms slide against the underside of the breast, she slowly exhales through her nose and closes her eyes. You do the same to the right breast a few times. When you increase the firmness of your massage Jessie grimaces a bit but after a few strokes gets used to the sensation. Only after you increase the pressure even more does a thin jet of milk squirt out of her right nipple. When it splashes on the mirror, you drop the breast in surprise. You were so engaged with her breasts you completely forgot that the pill induces lactation. Jessie opens her eyes and looks down at you, confused at what just happened. [[Continue->HucowLactation5]]

She doesn't notice the splash on the mirror. You grab her breast and squeeze it as hard as you had done the last time and another jet squirts out. "Ah!" Jessie screams as she slaps your hand away. "What is that? Why..." she shakes her head about the room as she thinks. "Did the pill make me pregnant?!" "What? No!" you shake your head as you chuckle. "Jessie, it makes you lactate." At first, she seems a little relieved by that, but then she looks down and holds her palms up near her breasts. "But... but... I don't want to lactate." Hugging her waist from behind, you whisper "shh, shh, shh," into her ear. Then you kiss the side of her neck where her shoulder meets. You remind her how beautiful she looks. None of this truly seems to soothe her, though. It's only when you lift your arms to cup her breasts that you feel the tension leave her body. Some milk dribbles out of them when you squeeze the undersides. She turns her head to look at you and you can tell she wants a kiss by the way she licks her bottom lip. Instead of giving her one, you pinch the edge of her areola and spray milk on the mirror. You point your chin at the reflection and tell her to watch as you squirt a new stream and paint on it. After kissing the other side of her neck, you whisper, "Now you try." She squeezes herself and you move to get a side view of the milk squirt out. It takes her two pinches before the stream comes out. You bite your fingertip as you watch the arch it makes before hitting the mirror. Jessie looks at your face for a moment and blushes, then squeezes the other breast. By this time, there are a handful of splashes on mirror. You grab the breast closest to you and squeeze even more and let Jessie focus on her other breast. The jet doesn't shoot cleanly out of the nipple hole, it often brushes against the rim of the nipple and the spray disperses into the air. This also leaves little beads of milk behind on her nipple that slowly collect into bigger drops and drip down her breast. When the mirror has a nice coat of milk on it, you tell her to keep squeezing while you use your fingertip to write a little heart on it. As you do so, one of her sprays gets on the back of your hand. You show your hand to Jessie and both admire it. "I have an idea," you say. You run out to the couch and bring back your cup of coffee. "What's that for," she asks with a smile. [[Continue->HucowLactation6]]

You dip your pinky in the coffee to check it's temperature. It's warm, not hot. You lift the cup to one of her breasts and dip her nipple in it. The milk that was beading on her nipple is now making clouds in your coffee. You dip her other nipple in and look at the cup. Now both of her nipples are coffee coated. The coffee itself has very little milk in it. You look at her and lick your lips. "More please." She nods and points one of her nipples down and squeezes. The milk shoots past the cup and onto the floor until Jessie readjusts her aim. "What a pretty pattern," you say. The beautiful stream turns into fluffy clouds in the cup. Once shaken, the whole liquid becomes a lighter color. You take a sip without breaking eye contact. From her reaction it seems that she's surprised that you're actually drinking it and when you tell her it tastes good, she seems relieved. You raise the cup to her and say, "Don't worry. It's decaf. It won't keep you up." She places her hand on the cup to block your motion but you grab her wrist and move it out of the way. When you put the cup to her lips, she opens slightly, but her eyebrows droop in the center as she furrows her brow. Lifting the back of the up, you say, "There you go," as you pour it into her mouth. She swallows and sticks out her tongue with her eyes closed. "Gah, I don't like coffee." "Oh, I'm sorry," you say. "Then let's get that off you." You precariously place the cup on the carpeted floor then bend over and brush your tongue against her nipple. When she gasps, you ignore her and put her whole areola into your mouth. You lick the outside of her nipple in circular motions then circle the front of it. The nipple gets hard fast as the tip of your tongue plays with the nipple hole. Jessie's head rolls back slightly as she looks to the side of the room. Your lips smack as you break suction. "All clean. This one at least." You take a step forward so your mouth can reach the other breast and Jessie breathes heavy in anticipation. As you give this nipple the same treatment, you catch Jessie staring into the mirror, watching the back of your head on her breast before you close your eyes and enjoy the moment. But you moan when you feel gentle pressure on the back of your head. You open your eyes again and see Jessie looking down at you and smiling. She's holding your head in place with her hand as you suck. You smile back at her with your mouth full and she bites her lower lip. When you gently nibble on her nipple, she closes her eyes and pats the back of your head. You pull your head away and say, "Let's continue this on the couch. I'll meet you there in a second." When you get to your living room, Jessie is nervously sitting on the couch holding her tea. She tilts her head and asks, "What's that belt for?" [[Continue->HucowLactation7]]

"I thought it might make it even easier on you," you say. She's still confused. You sit down on the couch beside her and slide the belt under one of her breasts. "If we're lucky, we'll see something neat." You loop it through and slide the buckle as far as it will go. Unfortunately there are no notches at that part to secure the belt in place so you have to hold it. You pull a little and her breast turns into an engorged balloon. "Still comfy?" She nods. With your other hand you hold her breast with spread fingers around the nipple. You squeeze all fingers toward the center and feel liquid patter onto your palm. Jessie gasps as you pull the belt a little tighter. This time, you feel liquid shoot into your hand, even though you weren't squeezing. You slowly pull your hand away and reveal that the stream is shooting solely from the pressure of the belt. A puddle of milk collects in your hand as you pull away. Jessie doesn't have much time to react because you put the end of the belt in her mouth to hold it tight for you. [img[images/auto_milk_resized.png]] You push her to the edge of the couch until she's against an armrest and lay face up in her lap. Then you have her lean back and aim the nipple down. After some adjustment, the stream of milk fires into your eye. Out of reflex, you almost wipe it away, but then decide you don't mind. As you guide the breast with your hand, you accidentally move the stream to your other eye. Even though you just blinded yourself, you don't really mind. In fact, you can't help but giggle and stick out your tongue. Jessie understands you want her to shoot the stream into your mouth. The warm stream travels to a side of your nose, hits your teeth, the back of your throat, and finally lands on your tongue. You moan and lift your head back, making the stream spray on your chin. Jessie adjusts her body so it shoots back on your tongue. The sensation tickles as it slowly runs down your throat. You reach up and caress the balloon with a fingertip as your mouth fills with milk. It's so firm when it's tied up like this and it's slightly cool to the touch. Using touch alone, you trace a vein on her breast with your fingertip and smile. Your mouth is almost full so you reach up and touch Jessie's cheek then point down at your face as you try to say, "Watch me," but it only comes out as a gurgle. With an audible gulp, you smile as you swallow the whole thing and note how it tastes sweeter than cow milk. It's a little weird that it's warm, but you still find it to be delicious, though maybe that's just the psychological aspect of the situation making you think that. Regardless, you love that it came from one of the students. Hopefully she saw you swallow and enjoy. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue for more. You pull on the strap in her mouth, she opens her mouth, and it slides off her breast then you throw it somewhere on the floor. Jessie moans when you grab the breast and gently use it to pull her forward so it's placed in your mouth. You begin sucking to get some milk directly from the source. As you suck, the milk drains from the nipple in little spurts. You feel Jessie using something to wipe the milk off your face. When it feels like she's wiped everything away, you open your eyes and wince when you realize she wasn't able to get all off. "Sorry," she whispers and she dabs the corner of your eyes. You open them again and see Jessie looking down at you and smiling. She begins caressing the side of your head as you suck. It's so relaxing you can't help but close your eyes and you're a little concerned you could fall asleep like this. "Here," you say as you grab her other hand, move it behind your head, and place it on her skirt. She's a little perturbed at the idea so you caress her cheek with your finger tips then say, "Touch." The words are a little muffled because a breast is in your mouth, but she understands what you said. She sighs and looks at the ceiling. You feel her legs fidget nervously which shakes your body then moments later you hear and feel rustling under your head. That means she's followed your instructions and is masturbating. Hopefully her hands are under her skirt. She deserves a big reward for this. You caress her cheek then scoot yourself across her lap until you can place the other breast in your mouth. While you suck that breast, you make sure to massage the other one with your hands. The faster rustling sound informs you that she likes it when you give both of her breasts attention at the same time. [[Continue->HucowLactation8]]

You suck milk out of one breast and it out the other while Jessie masturbates under your head. It takes a while before Jessie is comfortable making eye contact again but you're looking up at her the whole time to make sure she's feeling as good as you are about this. She looks down at you and blushes. With a nervous giggle she says, "Don't watch," and uses her palm to cover your eyes. You decide to follow her directions and close your eyes, trying not to fall asleep. Jessie lifts her palm to make sure your eyes are closed and begins stroking your hair. She's not making it easy to stay awake. With your eyes closed, you hear Jessie make a quiet moan. The rustling gets a little faster. Her caressing hand moves down your cheek and pets the side of your neck. You tilt your head with a giant smile and squeeze her breast harder. Her hand travels to one of your shoulders and gives it a nice massage. It feels like you're melting into the couch. <<if $mc_crotch is "penis" or $mc_crotch is "both">>\ You feel your penis strain and throb against your pants so you grab her caressing hand, spread your legs, and place it on your crotch. Jessie looks shocked. Before she has time to think, you apply pressure to the back of her hand and help her fingers wrap around the imprint of your shaft. At first, you can feel her hand tremble, but then she starts to slowly slide it up and down, forcing a little moan from you. She doesn't move her hand much, just enough to get a feel of how wide it may be. Her lips part as she stares at the back of your hand. It's so quiet it's like she's forgotten to breathe. You lift your hand so she can see what she's doing and there's a sense of wonder on her face. Finally, you hear her exhale as you feel her fingertips trace up and down the sides of your shaft while she slowly leans forward to take a closer look. Then her attention turns to your penis head. She lightly pinches your tip to get a sense of its shape through your pants. For those few moments, it's like she forgot you were even there, but eventually she glances at you and blushes when she sees you smiling back at her. You prepare to hold her hand in place, but there's no need: She doesn't retract it.\ <<else>>\ Your body feels like it's growing warmer so you grab her caressing hand, spread your legs, and place it on your crotch. Jessie looks shocked but you don't give her time to react beyond that. You immediately apply pressure to the back of her hand to encourage her to rub. When she makes little circles around your labia you moan and she smiles.\ <</if>> You tap on her arm by your head to remind her to keep playing with herself, then you close your eyes and sigh. A tingling sensation builds in your <<if $mc_crotch is "penis" or $mc_crotch is "both">>penis<<else>>body<</if>> as you fondle her milky breasts. You start nibbling as you lick over the nipple, feeling its hole pass your tongue. As an experiment, you grab the same breast you're sucking and see if you can shut off the flow by biting the nipple while you squeeze, but you discover that it still flows. <<crotch both penis>>\ Jessie makes a claw-like shape with her hand while she strokes to get a better sensation of how large and wide it is. As she glides her hand, the webbing between her thumb and forefinger apply pressure to the top of your shaft.\ <</crotch>><<crotch vagina>>\ Over your pants, Jessie's fingers have slipped between your lips. The middle finger apply the most pressure as it wiggles rhythmically between your crease.\ <</crotch>> Slowly, you open your eyes and see Jessie has stopped masturbating and is caressing your head. "Why'd you stop," you ask after swallowing and pulling the breast out of your mouth. "You looked so happy," she says. "I liked watching. Besides, I don't think I'm going to finish." Suddenly you're aware of how late it feels and, glancing at the clock, you confirm your suspicion. You sigh as you sit up. "Oh, are we stopping?" It's a little disappointing that Jessie couldn't have an orgasm, but maybe you can give her one next time. "Yeah," you say, "It's getting late." "Oh... S-sorry I couldn't..." "It's alright," you say as you touch her shoulder. You stand up and wash your face off in the kitchen sink then you walk to your <<purse>> and take out the bottle of pills. When you look down you see <<if $mc_crotch is "both">> 2 little wet spots on your crotch. One from your penis, one from your vagina.<<else>>a little wet spot on your crotch.<</if>> "Do you want more chamomile tea," you yell to the other room. "Yes!" she replies. "OK, give me a sec while I boil some water." You inspect the bottle of pills as you wait. Hmm, 'Novae Nubhim'. You turn it around and see that it actually has a hand written list of ingredients written on a piece of white tape. A lot of them are foreign to you, but you recognize words like 'bull', 'cow', 'bovine extracts', etc. Maybe the way this pill works is by making the person who takes it more cow-like. You place the tea on the coffee table and Jessie is excited to see it until she notices the bottle of pills in your hand. "Do I have to," she asks with a frown. [[Yes. In fact, give her two pills at once. It may affect her brain, but you're looking forward to more side effects.->HucowLactationYes2]] [[Yes. But only give her one pill. This probably won't affect her brain, but you'll still see some noticeable side effects.->HucowLactationYes1]] [[No. You had fun tonight, but her punishment is served.->HucowLactationNo]]

<<set $hucow_pills_given to 2>>\ Instead of answering, you remove 2 pills and place them in her hand. Thinking you made a mistake, she picks one up and tries to hand it back to you until you shake your head and say, "Let's try two. That way you'll be done with your punishment twice as fast, hm?" She turns white and doesn't react until you say, "Go on." She sighs and swallows it with the help of her hot chamomile. You look forward to seeing what side effects you'll notice tomorrow. "Remember to knock on my door next time. We could go longer if we have more time." She nods and looks at her tea. [[Continue->HucowLactation9]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "On her second day of the lactation medication, you gave her 2 pills.">>

<<set $hucow_pills_given to 1>>\ Instead of answering, you remove a pill and place it in her hand. She sighs and swallows it with the help of her hot chamomile. You look forward to seeing what side effects you'll notice tomorrow. "Remember to knock on my door next time. We could go longer if we have more time." She nods and looks at her tea. [[Continue->HucowLactation9]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "On her second day of the lactation medication, you gave her one pill.">>

<<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>>\ "I've thought about it and I think you've served your punishment." "Really!" she yells. "That's so great. Thank you Principal $name." [[Continue->HucowLactation9]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You stopped giving her lactation pills.">>

You hand her her bra and shirt and she puts them on. She takes another sip of her tea and smiles with her eyes closed. When she finishes the whole thing she yawns and says, "Um, can I go to my room?" You grab her chin and look her in the eyes. "Yes, dear. And remember all the nice things I said earlier? I meant them." She smiles back bashfully and looks away, "I know... thanks." As you walk her to the door you say, "If you promise not to tell the others, you can come by some nights if you want some more tea. It'll be our little secret." She seems really excited by that idea. You shut the door as she walks away. You sigh. This place is going to smell like spoiled milk tomorrow if you don't start cleaning now. [[Office]]

<<set $finished_hucow_puffies to true>>You're sitting in your office and you hear a knock on the door. You look up at the clock and see class has ended. "Come in," you yell. Jessie pokes her head through the door and says, "It's me," in a monotone voice. You smile at her and she steps through the door. "I'll shut it?" You nod. She slumps by the door with her arms crossed over her chest. You walk over to her and stroke her head. "How are you feeling," you ask. She whispers, "Ugly." "Tch," you chide. "You're too hard on yourself. Why do you feel ugly?" "I'm... fat. Fatter." To inspect her figure you lift her arms until her body makes a T-shape, then you say, "No, just more... curvy." Her waist seems to be a little wider but not by much. It's her hips and chest that have changed. They're much more pronounced than yesterday and her clothes look tight on her. "Are your clothes uncomfortable?" She nods. "I thought so. Look at your shirt. It's about to burst open at the buttons." You try to catch a glimpse of her chest through the holes in her shirt. They're definitely bigger than yesterday. "Let's stop by the storage room and find you some looser ones." "OK," she says with a sigh, but she looks a little relieved. "Wanna go now," you ask. She nods. [[Continue->HucowPuffies2]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "On the second day of lactation pills, she seems to have reduced mental capabilities, but she seems happy.">>

As you continue your conversation in the hallway, Jessie covers her chest with one arm as she walks. Her wide hips make each of her steps slow and intentional and her bottom sways side to side. There's a bit of an awkward silence and you say, "I had fun last night." She blushes and twirls her hair with her finger. "I mean it. So, have you noticed any other changes?" She turns her face away from you and says, "I hurt..." She points at her boobs and says, "Here." You glance at her chest so fast she may not have noticed it. "Maybe we can do something about that." You unlock the storage room with your key and push Jessie in first. As the florescent lights buzz, you think about how underused this room is. There's probably lots of fun things in here the teachers could use for their classes. Unfortunately, you also store the cell phones in here so you're the only one allowed with the key. The rectangular room has a lot of open space by the door, but beyond that are 2 aisles running between long shelves. You walk to the center of the room and find the school uniforms. "What size would you say you are, now?" you ask while looking over your shoulder. She blushes and asks, "Can I pick?" That doesn't answer your question, but you don't mind. "Sure, help yourself." As she sorts through the shirts on the shelf you admire her curves some more. Her attention turns to the stack of clothes to the right. It's a pile of miscellaneous clothes, not school uniforms. She unfolds a sweater and holds it into the air with a big smile. When she puts it on over her tight shirt, it's immediately obvious that it's way too large for her. The bagginess does a good job of hiding Jessie's new shape, and you're not the biggest fan of that, but when she looks down you can tell she's elated. There's a flash of something strange you noticed earlier. "Jessie," you ask, lifting your chin and squinting. "Are you wearing green lipstick?" The color suits her red hair, but it's applied so clumsily. You take a step forward and pull her bottom lip down and inspect her mouth. It's her teeth that are stained green. She holds the bottom of her shirt out and admires the bagginess. "Nuh-uh." There's no indication she minds you're holding onto her lip. "Then what is that," you ask. "I wa- ooing," you let go of her lip so she can talk and she repeats, "I was looking for chamomile flowers... In the grass." "So... you found some and ate them?" She shakes her head. "Found none." Before you can get to the bottom of that, she starts trying to take off her tight shirt without taking off the loose sweater first. You scratch your cheek and say, "Um, you're going to need to take off the sweater on top if you want to pull off the tight one." She struggles for what seems like 10 seconds without taking your advice. You're getting a little impatient but she looks at you and holds up her arms into the air. "Help?" she asks. "Of course," you reply. You're glad your patience was rewarded. You grab the bottom of the loose shirt and are about to pull it over her head when she says, "No, just the bottom one." You squint and say, "I told you, it doesn't work that way. I have to take the top one off first." The wheels turn in Jessie's head and a smile grows on her face. You think she gets it now. Either she's having a bad day or the pills are making her a dim. "May I," you ask. She nods. You lift the loose shirt off her and it pulls her hair back as her head passes through the neck hole. For a brief moment her ears are exposed. You throw the shirt to the ground and part her hair to inspect her ear closer. The top has become long and pointy by a few centimeters, kind of like elf or Vulcan ears, except the ends look floppy instead of stiff. With some concern, you ask, "Do your ears hurt?" She shakes her head and points at the big shirt in your hand. "OK, let me take off the tight one first." Apparently she still has some modesty left in her. She turns her back to you and lifts her arms in the air. You lift off her top and see that her bra is so tight it's digging into her back. With some difficulty, you slip your finger under the strap and slide your finger side to side. There's an imprint from it digging into her skin all day. You hiss through your teeth and say, "That seems painful. Maybe we can find you a replacement bra, too." She stands on her tippy-toes and raises her arms higher, indicating she wants to wear her new top. You slide it over her head. When it's on, she pulls out the bottom and smiles again then she turns to face you and gives you a hug so tight it makes it a little difficult to breathe. But, her body is incredibly soft. It's like getting a hug from a cloud. She lets go, grimaces, and rubs her breast. Only a few seconds pass before she forgets about her tender breast and gives you another hug. "You like your sweater," you ask. She looks up into your eyes and nods with a big smile. "Good. Let's find you a bra." [[Continue->HucowPuffies3]]

You take a step forward to search for the bras and Jessie hangs on tight as you do so. She shifts her position so that she's got one arm wrapped around you so you're not pressing against her breast. Looking down at her, you say, "Um, it'll be a lot easier to find if you let go." She looks up and nods, but doesn't let go. With a smirk you say, "I guess I can manage." You walk around the room with a handicap and say, "I'm a little concerned about your behavior. Perhaps we should tell Mrs. Curie once we've found your clothes?" Jessie looks to the side and thinks about it, then she shakes her head. "Yeah, well, I don't know if you're in the best state of mind to decide that. "That sweater doesn't follow school uniform policy, you know, but I suppose I could make an exception for you. Should help protect you from Mrs. Ball, huh? "Anyway, you're probably thinking, it's unusual for a school to have bras as part of the uniform, but, I ordered some once AB started taking requests. It's not like I could let you students drive to the store to buy new ones, you know?" Jessie nods, but you get a sense she's not really getting what you're saying. You smile and say, "This is kind of nice. You're a good listener." She nods again. "Anyway, the students would be likely to run away and tell the authorities and I'd get in a lot of trouble. I often have nightmares about that... It's a lot simpler if I just buy the- Oh here they are." You sort through the bras and frown. "It's what I feared. Jessie, you were already the largest cup size. It didn't make sense to order larger than that." You look down and say, "Tell you what. I'll order some bigger ones for you tomorrow, OK? "Now I'm worried about you. Let's grab a skirt and panties and head straight to Mrs. Curie." She shakes her head again so she must understand what you're saying. "I'm hungry," she says. You pry her arms off you and say, "Come now. Let's go. We'll get you something to eat after we talk to Mrs. Curie. I'll make you some chamomile tea, too." Her face lights up and you have to hold her back from hugging you again. [[Continue->HucowPuffies4]]

You hand Jessie the skirt and panties and walk through the halls to the teacher's dormitory. Jessie has some trouble following because she keeps getting distracted by things along the way. You get impatient and wrap your arm around her back to guide her along the path. Part of the journey takes you outside and as soon as it does, Jessie drops her clothes on the ground and runs to the grass. She squats down and starts tearing out leaves of grass. You roll your eyes and walk to her. "What are you doing," you ask. When she turns, you see blades of grass sticking out of her mouth and she has a handful of freshly plucked grass that she holds up and offers to you. "Uh, no dear. I'm... not hungry." She pulls her arm back and puts another leaf in her mouth. You point toward the teacher's dormitory on the other side of the path and say, "Let's go there." Jessie scrambles to pick as much grass as she can as you rush her. "Let's make a pit stop at my place first," you say. Leading Jessie around is annoying and you don't want to deal with it while you search for Mrs. Curie. You open your door and Jessie runs to the front of the couch. She gets on her knees and starts shoving grass into her mouth. Weird. "How about some chamomile tea?" Jessie nods without stopping. It takes a few minutes to prepare. You place the cup and saucer on the coffee table and say, "I'll be right back, OK?" As you leave the house to search for Mrs. Curie you think to yourself it's probably a bad idea to leave Jessie alone like that. Mrs. Curie is not at her room so you check the teacher's lounge and find her eating dinner with Ms. Darwin. You explain Jessie's symptoms and Mrs. Curie's face lights up. "That's remarkable! So it //does// make you more cow-like. Take me to her. I want to see for myself." "Wait," Ms. Darwin says. "You made a pill to turn a girl into a cow?" "Wait," you say. "You knew this would turn Jessie into a cow?" Mrs. Curie explains, "No, no, no. It's just making her cow-//like//. She won't turn into a cow." You put your hands over your head, "That's like... I don't- That's not the part I care about! Is it dangerous?" Ms. Darwin's still stuck on the first part. She says, "You made a pill to turn a girl into a cow?" You grab Mrs. Curie by the hand and walk away from Ms. Darwin. [[Continue->HucowPuffiesHome]]

It's a struggle to pull her away from the mirror. She plops herself down and uses her weight to resist. "Ugh," you sigh. "Wait, I have an idea." You run out and come back with some grass in your hand. "Jessie, you want some food?" "Yeah!" Jessie says with a bubbly voice. Mrs. Curie rubs her chin and says, "She's eating grass, too?" Jessie crawls toward you when you put a handful of grass near her face and you lead her back to the living room in front of the couch. Mrs. Curie follows you both from behind. "Good girl," you say. You place some in her hand and push her shoulders back so she's kneeling again. She places her open hand onto her mouth to eat it. Putting your hands on her thighs, you look into her eyes and say, "Now, we want to get a peek at you. Will you let us lift up your sweater? We'll put it back on when we're done." She tilts her head to think about it but eventually shakes her head. You smile and say, "Oh, come now. I'll give you more grass. You can have some chamomile tea, too." She thinks some more and shakes her head again, but this time she lifts her arms out as if to indicate that you can take her sweater off. There's a happy grin on her face. You're confused as to which signal she's trying to send so you go for the one that is most appealing: You grab her sweater at the bottom and lift it over her head. Her head bobs back as you pull the sweater off and when she looks down she covers her chest with her arms and furrows her brow. She chews on the grass that's already in her mouth as she looks about the room. Her face relaxes and gives you the sense she's already forgotten her top is off, but she doesn't stop covering herself. You grab some more grass and hold your palm up flat to her mouth. She looks up into your eyes as she slowly bends her head down. When she gets an inch away from your hand, she carefully opens her mouth. The look in her eyes ask, 'is it OK?' and you smile to let her know that it is. She moves forward and her soft lips wrap around the top and bottom of your palm near your pinky. It tickles a bit when she applies the gentlest bit of suction and moves her lips side to side. As she leans her head back, her lips delicately slide off your palm and she's left with a mouth full of grass. It's kinda cute how she made eye contact the whole time. [img[images/grass.png]] You pat her head as she licks her lips to gather the grass ends into her mouth and starts chewing. "See? We'll keep feeding you, but you gotta give us a peek." She swallows the grass with a loud gulp and smiles. Then she wraps her arms around you and says, "You're nice<<if $tortured_jessies_breast>> now<</if>>!" You frown as you look down at her. She's obviously happy but... You ask Mrs. Curie, "Should I feel guilty?" [[This feels wrong. Let's put Jessie's shirt back on and call it a night.->HucowPuffiesEndEarly]] [[Jessie's so happy you don't think she minds. And you really want to see how she's transformed.->HucowPuffies6]]

<<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>><<include "HucowPuffiesEndEarlyDialog">> A little upset with yourself, you decide to call it a night. You put Jessie's shirt back on and have Mrs. Curie take her back to her room. It takes 3 hours to clean up the mess in your house before you can go to sleep. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You stopped giving her lactation pills.">>

You say, "Be a good girl and..." You grab Jessie's hands and pull them down away from her chest and place them on her thighs. She looks down at what you're doing with concern, but she doesn't fight you. When you remove your hands from hers she shakes her head but you put some more grass up to her mouth and she immediately gets distracted. It's a miracle her breasts are still in her bra as they're completely spilling out. Your breath gets heavy as you look them over. Her cleavage is smashed together into a deep line. You lower your head to get a look at her areolae but they're covered by something. "Jessie," you ask, "Did you stuff your bra?" Her nipples are hidden from you by tissue paper. You pinch one to pull it out and notice it's wet. "Uh-huh," she nods. "I leak." You slowly tug a tissue out of her bra and she closes her eyes and pants. Once you remove that, another piece of tissue paper is revealed that looks even wetter. You reach into her bra to pull it out and she gasps and smiles. Once it's removed, you can see the top half of her areola. It looks a little... strange. As if it's smushed against her chest and fighting a losing battle to push her bra away. You wave Mrs. Curie over to take a look. Jessie looks concerned as she looks into your eyes and then at Mrs. Curie's. "Shh, shh, shh," you say as you pet the back of her head and hand feed her some more grass. You look down and say to Mrs. Curie, "Do her nipples look different to you?" "I've never seen her nipples before," she replies. "Well," you say, "I was sure they were flat yesterday. Now they look 'puffy'." Mrs. Curie looks at you and says, "We should take her bra off." You nod and wave your hand in the air. It's covered in slobber. "I'll undo her from the back but you keep feeding her to keep her happy." Mrs. Curie shakes her head and says to Jessie, "This is demeaning to us both." "Just do it," you say as you move to Jessie's back and sit cross legged. The clasps on her bra are holding on for dear life and you wonder how Jessie was even able to put it on. You grunt as you try to undo the hooks but it's a futile effort. "It's too tight," you tell Mrs. Curie. "I'm going to cut it off." After retrieving a pair of scissors from your kitchen drawer, you sit back down, carefully slide it under Jessie's bra, and snip. It takes a few tries but, eventually, it hangs by a thread and tears open from the tension, popping off Jessie's shoulders and falling into her lap. You see her slump and her head tilt to the side. She moans, "Ahh." Mrs. Curie's eyes open wide. "What," you ask. Without answering, she waves for you to come over. You sit next to Mrs. Curie and see Jessie's eyes are closed while she chews and her hands are still on her lap. But that's not what draws your eyes. Jessie's engorged breasts are significantly larger than yesterday. They're only a few inches away from her lap. Her nipples are, in fact, puffy. Technically it's the areola that are puffy. They extend past the chest and are the size of golf balls. You lean in to get an up close view. The nipples on the areola stick out a little further and you see lots of little dots of milk are seeping through them. You bite your lower lip and watch as the dots slowly grow in size. Two of them grow until they touch. They form a drop and spill down her chest. Without opening her eyes, Jessie reaches behind her back to massage the tender mark the bra made. This juts her chest out closer your face. Your breathing trembles as you get an unbearable urge to suck on one of those puffy nipples. It's only Mrs. Curie's presence that makes you hesitate. You turn to her and say, "I think- I'm going to touch one. Just gonna stroke underside so we can see what happens." [[Continue->HucowPuffies7]]

You tell Mrs. Curie, "Why don't you feed Jessie some grass to keep her distracted?" She nods. When the grass is held under Jessie's nose, she opens her eyes and eats the grass. "That's good, just keep feeding her." You face your palm upward and put it underneath the base of her puffy nipple. Mrs. Curie looks down at your hand, waiting for what's next. You curl your fingers upward and brush the underside of the puffy nipple. It feels soft, almost fluffy. As your fingers curl to the tip, you feel some wetness on the back of a finger. You pull your hand back and look at your nails. There's little drops of milk on them. You turn to Mrs. Curie and say, "I was expecting something more dramatic than that. It didn't really have much of an effect." She shrugs. Unsatisfied, you make a fist and extend your index finger. You lift your finger to the underside of Jessie's puffy nipple and press against it firmer than before. The nipple is so soft when you put your finger against it, it doesn't lift up. Rather, your finger's pressure creates a notch in its shape. You move your hand slowly toward the tip. When you're halfway to the tip, milk starts spraying out onto your shirt. Jessie moans and looks down at her nipple with a wavering smile until Mrs. Curie distracts her with more grass. As you remove your hand and Mrs. Curie says, "She must be really full for that to happen because there aren't even milk glands there." "I think so, too." You take your palm and gently stroke the top of her breast. Unlike her soft nipple, her breast feels firm. You use downward strokes and each time you do, some milk spurts out. "Is that nice," you ask with a soothing tone. Jessie's smile slowly fades. Mrs. Curie tries to divert Jessie's attention to the grass but she pushes your hand away and grunts with a furrowed brow. "OK, OK," you say. "I'm sorry." Mrs. Curie says, "I think she's backed up like crazy. It's probably making her breasts very tender." "Don't you think she'd feel better if we milked her," you ask. "I imagine so," Mrs. Curie replies. "But she's so tender right now she's not going to let you." Mrs. Curie looks behind herself and says, "OK, what if we put her on the couch and draped her torso over the edge. Her breasts would hang and you could milk them. I'd hold her arms behind her back so she doesn't stop you or move." [[Let's put a stop to this experiment: Jessie probably wouldn't like that and you're not comfortable putting her in that position.->HucowPuffiesEndEarly]] [[That's a good idea. Jessie may fight you at first, but she'll feel a lot better when she gets all that milk out of her body.->HucowPuffies8]]

Two things occur to you: One, it's probably going to be difficult to get Jessie on that couch and two, this will ruin your carpet. "One second," you say. You run to your bedroom and come back with a blindfold in your hands and toss it to Mrs. Curie. "I use this to sleep better, but if we put it on Jessie I think it'll make our lives a lot easier." Then you run to your kitchen and bring back two of the largest bowls you can find. When you come back, Mrs. Curie has already put the blindfold over Jessie's face. Jessie doesn't seem concerned in the slightest. She even smiles when Mrs. Curie feeds her some more grass. You put the two bowls by the side of the couch and grab one of Jessie's hands. Mrs. Curie grabs the other one and lifts her to her feet. Jessie looks side to side, a little confused, but still not concerned. You move her to the couch and lay her stomach over the armrest. She doesn't struggle so you tell Mrs. Curie to keep feeding Jessie and massage her back to keep her happy. You kneel at the side of the couch and notice how gravity is enough to make Jessie's breasts drip milk. You move the bowls to line up with her breasts then take a moment to admire the scene. They dangle over the edge of your couch and slightly sway back and forth so you gently place your palm on the front to stop their movement. You look up and Jessie doesn't seem to mind. The breasts are so firm and large that even though they're dangling freely, her cleavage is a mere slit. Her puffy nipples point down and slightly away from each other. Every few seconds, another drop splatters into one of your ceramic bowls and makes a pitter-patter sound. You place your left hand between her cleavage at the base of her chest, and you put your right hand on the other side of the breast. Then you gently slide your hands down, brushing against the right breast as you do. As your hands move, your arms open slightly as they trace the teardrop shaped breast. A thin stream of milk jets out of her breast as you caress it. [img[images/milking_jessie.png]] "They're so firm and full," you tell Mrs. Curie. The fact that your can't touch your thumbs and index fingers together when you wrap both hands around the base of a breast is a testament to how large they've become. You bite the corner of your lip as you feel an urge to do something lewd. You grab the back of the right breast and pull it slightly toward your face. It's surprisingly heavy. You bend your head down the rest of the way to meet it and place a firm kiss right on the center. Soon after you kiss, Jessie frowns, grunts, and pushes your face away. A lipstick smudge on her breast marks where your kiss landed. You'd love to paint the whole thing red with your mouth, but you decide to respect Jessie's wishes. Obviously her breast is so full of milk it's tender. You look down and notice some milk squirted on your thigh from the pressure of that kiss. Jessie puts her arms on the armrest and tries to push herself up. You give Mrs. Curie a look and she nods back at you. She grabs both of Jessie's wrists and pulls them behind her back. Jessie's stomach flops on the armrest, making her breasts jiggle back and forth like pendulums. When Jessie fell, a drop of milk splattered on your cheek. After wiping it off, you delicately hold the breasts in place from the bottom with your fingertips to prevent them from swinging into each other. Jessie struggles to get up, but it's easy for Mrs. Curie to put her weight on her and hold her in place. You say to Jessie, "I know it may not seem like it now, but you'll feel a lot better when this is over." You make an OK symbol with your hand and wrap it around the base of her puffy golf ball-sized nipples. As you slide your hand down to the tip, you feel the pressure build up and squirt out. It makes a soft 'zzz' sound as the stream hits the ceramic bowl. Jessie shakes her head and yells, "No!" You repeat the motion and half as much milk squirts out. The 3rd time no milk squirts out. But your job is far from over. The majority of the milk is in her breast still, it's impressive how much milk came out of her nipple alone. You lift her breast and put the side of your face against it and close your eyes. It feels so wonderfully warm and you can't help but smile. It's such a shame that they're causing Jessie so much discomfort right now. With both hands at the back of the breast, you press it against your face with your left hand, then you stroke it firmly from top to bottom with your other hand. It shoots milk onto your clothes each stroke, but you've decided you don't mind. You're just enjoying the warmth on your face. Jessie seems to have calmed down a bit. You only hear heavy breathing from her. She deserves a reward, you decide, so you plant another kiss on her breast, leaving your second mark. You lower your left hand until your pinky can press against the base of the puffy nipple, allowing you to feel the milk course through it as it passes by. As you press her breast against your face you think, there's something very relaxing about this. Your shirt is now soaked, but you gave up on being dry a long time ago. After leaving your 3rd lipstick mark, each about an inch apart from each other, you decide it's time to change up your technique. [[Continue->HucowPuffies9]]

You wrap both hands around the base of her breast and try to touch your thumbs and index fingers together but the top and bottom of your fingers are an inch away from touching. When you squeeze in a little then slide your hands down, Jessie lifts her head back and grunts as milk floods out of her nipple in a thick stream. "There we go!" you yell. This is the most efficient milking method you've found so far. You use that technique for a few minutes and empty her breast into the bowl. About 5 minutes pass and it looks like 2 inches of the bowl are filled with milk. You grunt, "This is really labor intensive. Maybe Ms. Tink can create some vacuum pumps to make this easier." You notice Jessie isn't fighting it anymore. Her breathing is labored, but her face is neutral. You lift up the blindfold and check how's she's doing and when she sees you she smiles. You stroke her cheek with the back of your hand and say, "Aww, that feels a lot better, huh?" She nods and says, "I'm hungry." "OK," you say. You have an idea that makes you tingle. Well, it's not really your idea. It's from the movie 'Lady and the Tramp'. You pull the blindfold back down so she can't see and crawl to get a blade of grass. Then you put one end of it into your mouth and put the other end into Jessie's. The smell of grass fills your nostrils as she breathes on your face. As she uses her lips to pull it in, you move your head toward hers until you meet in a kiss. Just like the rest of her body, her lips are incredibly soft. You try to pucker to make it a little more intimate but Jessie's head bobs back in shock and she abandons the half chewed leaf in your mouth. Looking to the side, you catch Mrs. Curie blushing. You move your head forward and place the chewed end of the leaf on Jessie's lips but she hesitates to eat it this time. To embolden her, you make kissing noises from your mouth but your smile wavers when you see it's not having any effect. Maybe she just needs a different kind of encouragement. You reach down and pet her right breast to stimulate her and you hear her breath shudder. She tucks her chin to her chest, turns her head slightly, and blushes behind her blindfold. You lower your jaw to touch her lip with the grass and she starts chewing on it again. It makes you smile as she pulls you in. Your lips meet and she puckers to pull the leaf from your mouth. Without releasing the grass, you pucker back at her to press your lips together. You put up a bit of a fight to savor the moment but eventually let her win the exchange by letting go. That's when you notice how heavy your breathing has become. You remove your hand from her chest and place it on your own. "I think you can let go," you say with a smile to Mrs. Curie. "She seems to be behaving herself. Why don't you join me down here?" Jessie keeps her arms behind her back even when she's not being restrained. With Mrs. Curie by your side you say, "Here, I'll show you the best way to milk them." Mrs. Curie extends her body to look at your kitchen behind the couch and asks, "Do you have any gloves?" You close your eyes, pinch the top of your nose, and ask, "What is it with you and gloves?" She scratches the back of her neck and says, "Besides the obvious sanitary concerns, I want to keep a professional distance between myself and the students." You roll your eyes, grab her hands, and place them around the base of Jessie's right breast. She gasps and extends her fingers straight out to avoid as much contact with it as she can. "...and then you bend your fingers like so..." you say as you push against her fingertips so they wrap around it. Mrs. Curie goes pale and her eyes dart about the room. Before she has a chance to assess the situation you have her pull down to milk Jessie like you were doing before. "That's right. Up and down... up... and down," you say, synchronizing your words to the timing. You slowly pull your hands away and smile when Mrs. Curie continues milking without your help. "See how it's a partially open?" you say, pointing at Jessie's mouth. "That means she likes what you're doing." You use your technique on the other breast at the same time but Jessie hisses through her teeth because all attention up till now has been to her right breast: Her left is still full and tender. "Shh," you say in a soothing voice as you place an affectionate kiss on her cheek. You use a gentle voice to assure her it'll feel good in a moment then correct Mrs. Curie's form until she's milking as well as you are. You catch Mrs. Curie breathing heavy as she looks at Jessie's face but when Mrs. Curie notices you, she darts her eyes down to the bowls of milk and makes a feeble attempt at discussing their design. You pause and hold up a blade of grass in your fingertips. "Would you like to feed her like I did," you ask. Mrs. Curie blushes and shakes her head. "I wouldn't feel right. She's a student." You smile and nudge her with your elbow. "Come on. It's fun." You stick your tongue out of the corner of the mouth and bite it then say, "Her lips are really soft." She fidgets her legs and says, "I have a husband, you know." You just smirk at her. Her legs shake even more as she looks around the room then chews on her index finger knuckle. You shrug and say, "Alright, it's your choice. But I want you to know what you're passing up." You grab her fingers and place them on Jessie's lips and move her hand side to side to feel how soft they are. "Have you ever felt lips that soft," you rhetorically ask. She sighs, looks at you, and says, "You promise not to tell him?" You just smile as you place the leaf in her mouth. [[Continue->HucowPuffies10]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "You convinced her to cheat on her husband by making out with Jessie.">>

You grab Mrs. Curie's head with both hands and adjust it so the leaf touches Jessie's mouth. Again, Jessie hesitates. Maybe it's because she overheard the conversation and she doesn't like Mrs. Curie. Or maybe she's just weary about kissing. Something that worked last time was to stroke her breast so you use your technique on her left one and get the milk flowing. She lifts her head as she moans then leans forward to find the grass. Mrs. Curie lifts her chin to help to place it in Jessie's mouth and as Jessie's lips move, the two inch forward to an inevitable kiss. When their lips meet, Mrs. Curie's eyes bug out and she immediately releases the grass and rubs her mouth with her hand. You chuckle and say, "What's wrong?" "N-nothing. It just surprised me... The way it felt. It was really soft like you said." You smile with your mouth wide as you continue to milk. She probably has never kissed a girl before. "Well," you say, "that wasn't much of a kiss, so it really doesn't count you know." You wait for her to reply to you but she doesn't, so you say, "You should try it again but hold it longer." She gulps and nods her head. Mrs. Curie picks up another blade of grass from the pile and sticks it in her mouth. The end of it shakes up and down until she places it on Jessie's lip. Since you're still milking, Jessie eagerly pulls the grass into her mouth. You see Mrs. Curie's lip twitch as it gets close to Jessie's. When they meet, Mrs. Curie closes her eyes and you hear her breath shudder through her nose. You wrap your fingers around Jessie's puffy nipples as a little reward for acting so nice and docile during this and it makes her moan out of the side of her mouth. The pillowy bumps are so soft they squish like marshmallows. You wonder what happens to them when they get hard. As you repeatedly pull down, you graze your ring fingers against the ends of her nipples to flick the milk from the tips. Mrs. Curie's kiss is even more passionate than yours. She pushes her lips into Jessie's and tilts her head a bit. A smooch sound is made as she pulls her head away and you feel her hip brush up against your hand as you play with Jessie's nipples. You stop milking to ask, "Did you like that," as you lick the milk off the webbing between your pinky and middle finger. She turns to you and slowly nods up and down<<if $has_aphrodisiac>>, then she caresses her lips as she stares longingly at Jessie's. With heavy breathing, Mrs. Curie extends her arm and brushes Jessie's lips with her fingertips. When contact is made, Jessie's head jerks back and she grunts with irritation. Mrs. Curie snaps her hand back to her chest and giggles nervously. She extends her arm again and grazes Jessie's lip with her index fingertip. This time, Jessie - probably thinking the touch is a blade of grass - opens her mouth. Mrs. Curie bites her own lip as she slides her index finger from the back of the tongue to the front. On realization that it's not a blade of grass, Jessie turns her head to get the finger out and frowns. Mrs. Curie says, "I like that way more than she does." She breaks eye contact and drops her chin to her chest. Fidgeting with her fingers, she says, "This is so different from my husband. She's so soft and... it's like apples and oranges right?" "Apples and oranges?" you ask. "I mean doing this with a man verses a woman. It's so different it doesn't really count, right?" Clearly Mrs. Curie is starting to feel guilty. You reassure her that it is different but while you do so she keeps petting her own lips and glancing at Jessie. She interrupts you to ask, "Do you have that tube of aphrodisiac I gave you?" "Yeah, why?" Mrs. Curie puts her finger on her lip and says, "Don't you think this would be a lot more fun if she wanted it? We could dilute it a bit. It's too potent otherwise." Wow, that was easy. She must not have been feeling //that// guilty. You ask, "Would I be able to give her an orgasm from milking her?" She nods and says, "Most likely." [[It's naughty, but that's never stopped you before. Let's use the aphrodisiac on Jessie.->HucowPuffiesAphro]] [[Meh. It's late. Let's just get the milk out of her and call it a night.->HucowPuffiesNoAphro]]\ <<else>>. "Good," you say with a smile. "Your secret's safe with me." [[Continue->HucowPuffiesNoAphro]]<</if>>

<<set $jessie_took_aphrodisiac to true>>You ask, "How are we going to do it?" "Well," Mrs. Curie says. "For this part I really do need gloves to apply it because I don't want any on me. Then I'll just need a glass of water and the aphrodisiac." You get up and come back with the requested items. "I use those gloves to clean my dishes, is that OK?" She inspects them, decides they're clean, and nods. After she puts them on she pours a drop of aphrodisiac into the glass and stirs it with her gloved finger until it dissolves. "That's it?" you ask. "That's it," she replies as she carefully hands you the glass. She gets on the couch behind Jessie and you stand behind Mrs. Curie to watch. Mrs. Curie pulls down Jessie's skirt and panties with one fell swoop. You hold the glass up to her and Mrs. Curie dips her finger in while being careful to not spill any on you. Mrs. Curie circles her finger around Jessie's vagina a few times then sticks her finger in two knuckles deep. Jessie's only reaction is a moan and to wiggle her fingers a bit. She's still holding her arms behind her back on her own. Mrs. Curie removes her finger and uses her other hand to pull up the skirt and panties. "That should do it," she says as she walks to your sink and throws the gloves in. "Now we wait for it to take effect." You stand by the couch and watch Mrs. Curie sit cross legged in front of Jessie's right breast and go back to milking it. "You just going to stand there," she asks. You shake your head and sit next to her then milk the other breast like you were doing before. You're both hypnotized by Jessie's blindfolded face as you look for a sign the aphrodisiac has taken effect. Gradually, Jessie's breathing slows and gets louder. When she parts her mouth and starts moaning, you and Mrs. Curie smile at each other. After a few minutes Jessie's noises start to get pretty intense and you hold out your arm to hold Mrs. Curie back to stop her from milking. "Let's have fun with her first," you explain. Jessie's panting turns to whimpers when the physical contact stops. You notice some movement behind her so you lift your bottom off the floor to see what's going on. Her fingers are wiggling and start to migrate to her backside so she can pleasure herself. "Jessie," you say sternly. "Keep your hands behind your back." She nods in agreement but doesn't follow your command. You stand up to hold them in place and she whimpers but when you let go of her arms, she obeys. "Good girl." You sit down where you were and watch the struggle continue. Jessie's nostrils flare and she lowers her head. She starts moving her hips back and forth which makes her breasts swing at you and Mrs. Curie. "Oh, that's adorable," you say. You caress the topside of the left breast during a moment it swings toward you. Jessie gasps and smiles. She interprets it to mean she gets touched if she shakes so she rotates her shoulders, making her breasts swing left and right at different intervals, often crashing into each other which makes a soft pat sound. But this time nobody rewards her for the show and she begins to whimper. "She might be ready for another kiss," you say. To test your theory, you brush your thumb across Jessie's lips. Jessie immediately stops shaking, moans, then starts kissing your thumb. You can't help but tilt your head back at the sensation. She may have the softest lips you've ever felt. You remove your thumb and smile at Mrs. Curie. "See? She likes it now." Mrs. Curie puts her thumb to Jessie's lips and moves it side to side like you had and Jessie start's kissing then Mrs. Curie clears her throat and mutters the word, "soft." She pushes her thumb into Jessie's mouth and Jessie starts sucking on it. When this happens, Mrs. Curie bites her lower lip and shivers a bit. You whisper, "She likes you." Mrs. Curie removes her thumb and bends forward to give Jessie a kiss. When their lips meet, Jessie tilts her head up and moans but Mrs. Curie smothers the sound with her mouth. She grabs Jessie's head with both hands and pulls her in tight. Jessie's mouth parts as Mrs. Curie forces her tongue in. Mrs. Curie's technique is a little awkward but the little tongue protrusions on their cheeks tells you they're enjoying it. As Mrs. Curie pulls her head back, Jessie sticks out her tongue and licks upward in an effort to connect with Mrs. Curie but misses. Mrs. Curie says, "oh!" and quickly leans her head in to lick Jessie's tongue while it's still hanging out of her mouth. Jessie blushes and closes her mouth. Mrs. Curie pulls her head back and Jessie starts whimpering. You say, "Let's play a game to see how close we can get Jessie without tipping her over the edge, OK?" Mrs. Curie nods enthusiastically. You look down and say, "I really want to kiss her breasts all over and you really want to kiss her mouth. I'll listen and let you know when to slow down." [[Continue->HucowPuffies12]]

Mrs. Curie steps into your home first and says, "Wow, your place is so much nicer than mine." "Yeah, well..." You pause as you look about the room. "Oh god damn it." There's grass stains on the carpet and the cup of chamomile has spilled on the table. Jessie's nowhere to be found so you call out her name. You find her kneeling in your room staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her head is tilted to the side and she's playing with her ear. "There you are," you say. "You made a big mess." "Is that me," Jessie asks as she points at the mirror. Then Mrs. Curie walks in and Jessie furrows her brow. Mrs. Curie looks her up and down. "That's just... You've completely transformed!" She turns to you and pummels you with questions. "How large has her chest grown? Does she have udders?" "No!" Jessie yells as she covers her chest. You explain to Mrs. Curie through gritted teeth, "Jessie's very sensitive about her appearance, OK? Try to be sympathetic." "Well," Mrs. Curie says, "I need to see her progression." You're not sure if she heeded your words. You look at Jessie's chest and realize you're dying to see her breasts, too. This must be how Mia feels when she's about to do something naughty. You shake your head and snap out of it. "Is she going to be OK?" Jessie ignores the conversation and goes back to staring into the mirror. Mrs. Curie says, "I think so. She seems happy enough to me. Doesn't look like she's in pain, but I'd need to inspect her to be sure." You're skeptical of that last bit but you want to believe. "OK," you say, "but let's take her away from the mirror. She might be scared by what she sees." [[Continue->HucowPuffies5]]

Mrs. Curie tilts her head 45 degrees and continues kissing Jessie while you turn your attention to her breasts. You lift the left one to your face by interlocking your fingers behind it and plant a firm kiss right on the center. Milk sprays out of it onto your shirt as you squeeze it harder into your face. You hear Jessie moan louder as you do this so you lower the breast and you tap Mrs. Curie's thigh to tell her to slow down. Patiently, you both wait for the familiar sound of Jessie's whimper before you continue. The left breast is held in place with one of your hands while you place your other hand underneath the nipple. A kiss to the left of your previous one causes a stream to shoot out onto your fingers. Lifting your milky hand closer to the source of the stream, you place your thumb and index finger at the base of the puffy nipple and stroke it down to the tip. It shoots a warm jet onto the webbing between your thumb and index finger until you reach the end of the nipple. From there, milk runs down the back of your fingernails. The volume of Jessie's moans tells you her nipples are more sensitive than her breasts. Above you you hear the sounds of Mrs. Curie and Jessie making out which must be intensifying the sensation. Mrs. Curie needs to slow down, so you tap on her thigh but she just moans and gyrates her hip. An orgasm is imminent so you push on her thigh with more force until you hear the seal of their kiss break. Mrs. Curie wipes her lips off on her lab coat, smiles, and says, "Sorry." "It's OK," you say. "Eventually she'll get to a point where any touch will push her over the edge but, before that happens, I want to put her on the floor." Mrs. Curie isn't sure what you're up to but is happy to humor you. Jessie doesn't mind as you move her off the couch and onto the floor. In fact, she enjoys the contact. "Perfect," you say. You get on your back with your head near Jessie's and slide your face between Jessie's arms and under one of the heavy breasts. It's so heavy and large it spills out onto both sides of your face and makes it impossible to see or breathe. Grabbing it with both hands, you adjust it so the nipple falls into your mouth. When it does, it lands on the base of your tongue with a constant stream of milk shooting onto the back of your throat. In a moment of panic, you almost gag, but you slow down your breathing and are able to maintain your composure. You snake your arm around Jessie's and rub Mrs. Curie's thigh to let her know she can continue making out. She eagerly crawls on the floor and a few seconds later you hear the pleasant sound of them making out. There isn't much time before you run out of breath. You lift your tongue toward the roof of your mouth and caress the underside of the nipple. When you make contact, the jet stream shoots out with slightly more force. You curl your tongue and slide it down to the tip of the nipple and use the tip of your tongue to push it toward the roof of your mouth a couple of times. Is her nipple getting hard? For some reason you expected it to get larger and longer when that happened, but it's actually shrinking in your mouth. You run your tongue along it and feel that it's much more textured and wrinkled than before. You're running out of air, your mouth is full of milk, and Jessie is near orgasm so you lift the breast off your nose and inhale deeply. You feel around for Mrs. Curie's thigh but you can't find it. Maybe she's on the other side of Jessie's body. As you're in the middle of reaching it becomes obvious that Jessie's been tipped over the edge so you scramble to give her as much pleasure as you can. You use both hands to caress the sides of a breast in your mouth. She'd probably enjoy it if you sucked on her nipple so you squeeze your eyes shut tight and swallow your mouthful of milk. It's thinner and sweeter than cow's milk, but not by much. You pucker your lips and create a suction that pulls the nipple down until it touches the back of your tongue. Then you make a loop with your tongue to cradle the nipple on all sides. Sliding the loop of your tongue back and forth in your mouth has the effect of stimulating the nipple on both sides and on the tip. You feel the tiny nipple hole pass over the top of your tongue. Jessie jerks her shoulder back and lifts her breast off your face but your suction holds her nipple in place. Her stretched breast gives you a moment to inhale deeply before Jessie lowers her shoulder and smothers you with her breast again. The way her moans have shifted to rapid pace cries tells you she's having an orgasm. You spread your fingers and press into both sides of her breast as you move your tongue back and forth. The milk shoots out with more pressure when you squeeze, and you do so over and over again. Your mouth is filling up with milk again and you're unable to breath. But, Jessie is still in the middle of her orgasm so you do your best to continue stimulating her. External sensations start to fade away, the world feels like it's dimming, and all you hear is the sound of your heartbeat race. In a panic, you reach up and push Jessie's away from you. You hear the seal of her kiss break but she's so busty that even pushing her face up doesn't lift her breast off your air passages. A second later you hear Mrs. Curie say, "Oh my god." She must have noticed your arms flailing to lift Jessie off you. Jessie's breast is lifted off your face and you immediately turn your head and spit out the milk on your carpet and begin coughing. "Are you OK?" You're still catching your breath so you give Mrs. Curie a thumbs up sign. When you open your eyes, you see Jessie behind you sitting up on her knees. She still has the blindfold on and she looks slightly smiling, completely indifferent to the noises she's hearing. Once you can breathe, you ask Mrs. Curie, "Did she cum?" She nods back at you gleefully. "Good." As you catch your breath, you notice the two bowls of milk and crawl toward them. [[Continue->HucowPuffies13]]

"Let's just continue milking her until she's no longer in pain," you say. <<if $has_aphrodisiac>>Mrs. Curie looks disappointed but agrees. <</if>>You both sit at the edge of the couch and milk one breast each. Occasionally, Mrs. Curie will get up on her knees and place a kiss on Jessie's lips. Jessie always seems a little surprised by it as if it's a minor annoyance, but you don't think it's cruel to let Mrs. Curie keep doing it. Besides, Mrs. Curie is really enjoying it every time. After what seems like 10 minutes and 15 kisses later you stop and look at your work. [[Continue->HucowPuffies13]]

They're both almost 3 quarters of the way full. You ask Mrs. Curie, "You think any of the students would like cereal tomorrow?" She chuckles and says, "I don't think there's enough there for all of them. Maybe if you saved some up or gave 'Novae Nubhim' to more students..." That's an interesting idea. You could give it to more students than just Jessie. <<if $jessie_took_aphrodisiac>>As soon as you have that thought, Jessie begins whimpering. "What's wrong," you ask Mrs. Curie. "The aphrodisiac is kicking in again." Mrs. Curie walks on her knees over to Jessie, wraps her arm around her back and gives her a side hug. The physical contact seems to calm her a bit, but not completely. "Remember? It doesn't wear off until you neutralize it. Where's the neutralizer?" Mrs. Curie pulls off the blindfold. You glare at her and say, "You never gave it to me." "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. At the time I thought it was a little odd you asked for the aphrodisiac but not that, but I don't like to pry. I guess we'll have to get it from my classroom." Damn it. And you have a whole night ahead of you dedicated to scrubbing the milk out of your carpet. "OK, we'll get it in a few minutes. Just keep her busy." "Kay," Mrs. Curie says then she starts caressing Jessie's lips with her free hand. Jessie closes her eyes, lifts her head, and starts purring. You remember what you were thinking about earlier: Should you continue to give the lactation pill to Jessie and other students in the future or should you stop this experiment?<</if>> [[Jessie's changes are a little scary. Let's stop giving her the pill and hope she reverts back to her normal self.|HucowPuffiesAphroEnd][$finished_hucow_transformation to true]] [[You're curious about what side effects Jessie will experience next. And giving the pill to other students sounds appealing, too. Let's keep going with the experiement.|HucowPuffiesAphroEnd]]

<<if $finished_hucow_transformation>><<include "HucowPuffiesEndEarlyDialog">><<else>>You hand Mrs. Curie the bottle of pills and tell her to give one to Jessie. She's happy to do it. She places a pill on Jessie's tongue and rubs her throat until she swallows.<</if>> "Let's get her dressed," you say. You walk around your house gathering your things and the three of you <<if $jessie_took_aphrodisiac>>walk to Mrs. Curie's classroom, neutralize Jessie, and put her back in her room for the night.<<else>>put her back in her room for the night.<</if>> She falls asleep before you even leave the room. Outside her door you tell Mrs. Curie, "Well, I've got a long night of cleaning ahead of me." "I'll help," she says. "It's ok." "No, really, I insist. I... I've never worked at a place where I could do something like what we did tonight. It was..." she looks away and blushes a bit. "Interesting." "Interesting," you ask. She looks at you, smiles, and nods. "Yes, I feel like I owe you one." As you both walk back to your dorm, she asks, "Is Jessie the student with the softest lips in the school or are there a student's who're softer?" [[Office]]

You tell Mrs. Curie your decision to stop giving Jessie the pills. Unfortunately, she doesn't know when or even if Jessie will revert to her former self. You're upset to hear that, but she reminds you that was always the risk of giving her an experimental drug. It's hard to stay upset when you know she's right. You only have yourself to blame.

<<set $finished_hucow_sex to true>>\ When the day ends, Jessie shows up at your office at 6pm sharp. You say, "Come in, come in. How are we feeling? Any different?" She sighs as she slaps her hands to her sides. "Yeah... different." "What's wrong?" "I'm even more sore than yesterday." You scuttle over to her and lift her hands up to the sides until they're parallel with the floor. This exposes her belly, but you avoid staring because it might make her self-conscious. It does look a little bigger than yesterday, but her breasts and hips seem to have grown too, so even with the belly, she has an hourglass figure. Her shirt looks like it's going to burst at the seams. Despite it being opaque, you can still see a faint bulge above each breast where they are spilling over the top of her bra. And her skirt has become so tight that it's riding up and almost reveals her panties, even though she's standing. "Wow," you say. "Do you think you might just be sore because your clothes are too tight?" She turns her body sideways as she covers her chest with her arms, then says, "Are you saying I'm fat?!" "No, just-" She interrupts you by sighing, then she hunches and dangles her arms. "I know I am. It's this stupid pill. It's doing all sorts of embarrassing things." [[Continue.->HucowSex2]] [[Jessie clearly doesn't like the pills so you tell her her punishment has been served and she can stop taking them. She's free to go back to her dorm.|Office][$finished_hucow_transformation to true]]

You ask, "Embarrassing things?" She looks you up and down and her cheeks become flush, then she looks away while she whispers, "My back hurts. I think it's from my, //ahem//, boobies." She's waiting for you to say the next thing but you don't. Eventually, she says, "They actually leaked in math class! It was so humiliating. I hope nobody noticed. Sarah saw I think. I had to stuff my bra with toilet paper to stop the leaking!" You try not to smile. She continues. "And then there's weirder stuff. Not bad, but weird. Like my ears tingle and I'm always in the mood for salads. I hate salads! Principal $name, do I have to keep taking-" She furrows her brow and with a hint of attitude snaps, "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Sorry, I was just listening intently," you say with a grin. Actually, during her rant you noticed she has this glow about her that you're pretty sure wasn't there yesterday. She says, "I don't like when you look at me like that. And that's another thing. Everyone's always staring at me now. They're all saying I'm ugly." "Who said that?" "Well..." she groans. "They're all thinking it! I can tell." With confidence, you ask, "How could anyone think that?" and it throws her off guard. You use the opportunity to change the topic. "Do you think some chamomile tea would make you feel better?" She looks down, pets her cheek with the knuckles of her right hand, tries to suppress a smile, and says, "Maybe." You say, "On the way, we'll make a little pit stop to get you a larger shirt and bra." She looks like she's about to protest but you cut it off by saying, "You'll leak less since your clothes won't be pressing against you so tightly." She sighs then says, "Fine." [[Continue.->HucowSex3]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "Her hips and breasts have grown from taking the lactation pill.">>

You and Jessie pick out some new clothes for her at the storage locker. She chose a bigger shirt, bra, and this baggy sweater she found that's not part of the school uniform. As you walk with her to your dorm, she not-so-subtly hints that she wishes she could wear the sweater in class. Obviously, it's because it's so loose it hides her figure. Along the way, you say, "Oh, I almost forgot, Ms. Tink dropped off a special package earlier today. We should open it and see what's inside." "Uhh," she says. "OK, sure." When you open your dorm room's door and turn on the lights, you see the large cardboard box on the floor. Since it takes up a lot of space, you moved your coffee table out of the way and put it in front of the couch to make room for it. When Jessie sees it, she stops at the door frame and rubs the back of her neck as she asks, "What's in that?" You try to sound playfully spooky when you reply. "Mystery box. So mysterious, I may not even know myself." She squints at you as you walk off to the kitchen to make her some tea. While you wait for the kettle to boil, she yells from the living room, "Come on, you know what's in it." You tease by saying, "I may have a vague idea." "I bet it's gross." [[Continue.->HucowSex4]]

When you bring Jessie her tea, she's staring at the box. You're happy to see she was disciplined enough to not open it, but she's now wearing the sweater that hides her figure. After you hand her her cup, you sit down next to her. She nods toward the box and she says, "Is it for me?" "There's stuff in there that's for you, yes." Her face turns sour for a second and she says, "I bet it's gross." You change the topic by saying, "Did you say your ears are tingling? Can I look at them?" A frown flickers on her face before she bows toward you and tilts her head to expose an ear through her parted hair. As you inspect it, you feel her warm breath on your chest. "Do they hurt?" "Not really." It's subtle, but they look pointy at the top. Almost elf-like. You inspect it with your fingers. The top is strangely warm, but not so much at the other parts of her ear. The back of her ear feels fine, too. Before you know it, you're massaging her head behind her ears with your thumb. After a few seconds of this, her breathing becomes heavy and she moans as she slowly lowers her head to your chest. As soon as her forehead hits your body, she jerks her body upright and scoots back. "Hey!" she says as she shakes her head while she grins. "I thought you were just going to look at my ears." She frowns when she asks, "Does anything look wrong?" "I'm not sure yet," you say as you beckon her closer. "Let me look at the other one." After squinting at you, she looks at her tea and takes her first sip. With a blissful expression on her face, she slumps back and sinks into the couch. A few seconds later, she rolls her eyes at you and shakes her head. "Fine, you can look at the other one." After a superficial inspection of her ear, you start rubbing the back of her head again. This time, before she's about to pull away, you pinch the back of her neck with your other hand and massage one side of it with your thumb and the other side with your forefinger. This makes her moan and slump forward until the top of her head bumps into your chest. She mumbles something you can't make out, but you can tell by her tone that she's happy. After about 30 seconds of this, you hear her slurp then she lifts her head and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. With a beet red face and a frown she says, "Oh god, I drooled." You reassure her by saying, "I take that as a compliment," then grin as you reach behind her neck and guide the top of her head back to where it was. After a few pinches, her moans are louder than they were before. For support, she places her palms on your thighs and your hand slowly migrates up her nape, slips behind her shirt, and you rub her shoulders. "So good," she gurgles. [[Continue.->HucowSex5]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You gave her a massage she enjoyed at your dorm.">>

When you stop massaging, Jessie slowly lifts her head up and leans against the couch. "Mmm," she says as she grins at you through her periphery, "I almost fell asleep, you know." Suddenly, her eyes widen and she blushes. "Did you unhook my bra?" She covers her chest with one arm and playfully slaps you with the other. You say, "It made it easier to massage you." "Yeah, right," she squints. She expects you to reply, but you don't say anything, and in that awkward silence you look into her eyes and smile. After a couple of seconds of this, she blushes, looks away, then whispers, "Don't stare." You pinch the bottom of her sweater and rub it with your thumb. "Can I see?" She whimpers then says, "I'm ugly... What if you think I'm ugly?" "I won't." "But what if you do?" Her lips purse as her eyes wander around the room, but they don't lock onto anything in particular. After a sigh, she frowns and says, "I'm afraid you're going to think I'm ugly, and then you'll never invite me back." "Aw, sweetie," you say as you stroke her hair, "that's not going to happen. I didn't even realize you were having such a good time. Besides, I don't need to see you naked to tell that you're beautiful." She covers her lips with her curled fingers, but you can see a smile behind them. "You're just saying that," she says. When you shake your head, she smiles as she nibbles on the side of her index finger, then she gets off the couch and stands in front of you. Her breasts partially obstruct your view of her face. She grabs the bottom of her sweater and yanks it past her head and in doing so, her breasts jiggle as they're dropped past the sweater and hang under her bra. Relative to her chest size, the bra looks like a joke. You wonder how she was even able to stuff her breasts in there in the first place. You're pretty sure you can feel heat radiating from her breasts. They hang over you about a foot away from your face and the idea of watching one swing back and forth under its own weight is really tempting, but you suppress your urge to lift one up and drop it. Although each one is massive, there isn't a hint of sag to them. If you didn't know better, you'd guess they were implants. Something else has changed. Her areolae are now three dimensional and each is the size of half a golf ball. "Wow," you say as you scan one of her massive breasts up and down. "May I touch one?" Jessie pouts as she shakes her head. "They really hurt. Well, not my nipples. They tingle like crazy. But my boobies are super sore." You lift a finger and move it an inch away from her nipple, pause, then look up to ask, "I'll just touch your nipple then, OK?" She bites her lip and shakes her head, but you decide to go for it anyway. When you place your fingertip gently on her areola, she gasps and takes a step back, but you beckon her closer and say, "I promise I won't touch your boob." You beckon her again and she hesitates before taking a step forward. As you drag your finger down the top of the areola, the first thing you notice are all the lovely bumps you brush against along the way. But once you get half way down to the tip, her nipple sprays a thin stream of milk. You gasp as you retract your finger, then look up and say, "I've never seen someone this full of milk before. No wonder you're so sore." She frowns and says, "I know." A smile grows on your face. "We should open the box. Something in there will make you feel better." [[Continue.->HucowSex6]]

She covers up, points at her sweater, then asks, "Can I put it back on?" "Nope! In fact," you pull her bra away, "you really shouldn't be wearing this, either." After tossing it to the floor, you walk behind the box and sit down with your legs crossed. "Come on, let's open it." She drops to her knees to sit, in doing so, she has to bend forward which makes her breasts sway as they dangle a few feet from your face. It only lasts for a moment, and they make a soft patting sound against her stomach when her bottom meets the ground. She has a worried look on her face as she opens the box then she looks inside and pulls a device out. "What is-" She looks at you and furrows her brow. "Is this a breast pump?" "Ooh, let me see," you say as she drops it into your hand. She looks somewhat relieved to give it to you. Its shape reminds you of an air horn but the whole thing is see-through. At the bottom there's a cylinder canister that collects the milk and at the top is a funnel that blooms out at a 90 degree angle from the canister. You tilt the device in your hands and notice the funnel is detachable. It's supposed to go on the areola, and there's a tube that connects to the top of the funnel and disappears into the box, most likely leading to a motor that provides the suction. You lean over, peer into the box, and raise an eyebrow. "What's that other stuff," you ask Jessie. She shrugs, "More grossness. Why are you acting so surprised? You reach in and explain. "Ms. Tink just dropped this off this morning. This is my first time looking inside." As you suspected, there's a motor that provides the breast pump suction, but there's also a strap-on, vacuum pumps for nipples and breasts, a pump that looks like it's meant to fit around the vulva, and an inflatable dildo. You dig around and realize the strap-on is also inflatable: At its base is a tube that connects to a bulb that you can squeeze to increase its volume. You look up and touch your chin as you think, then you say, "Come to think of it, I might've asked for pumping equipment, not milking equipment. Looks like she threw in everything she could think of." After you've removed the motor and the second breast pump, you hold the 2 pumps up and smile at Jessie. She frowns and shakes her head then says, "I'm scared." "Why? You weren't scared yesterday." "Yeah but today I'm way more sore. And that's a machine. It can't be gentle." You lift an eyebrow and say, "What? Sure it can. Look, it has settings. We'll start it on its lowest one and if you hate it, we'll stop. Sound good?" With a crinkled nose, she just stares at the pumps. "Once we get that milk out of you, you're going to feel great, you know." After some hesitation, she looks at you while biting her thumbnail, then she nods. [[Continue.->HucowSex7]]

You say, "Great!" as you push the box out of the way. "OK, put your back against the couch and sit up straight. Just relax, I'll do all the work." When you move the equipment to Jessie's side, she grabs your wrist and frowns at you. "I'm scared." You place your other hand on top of hers and say, "We'll stop whenever you want, OK? Just give it a try first, that's all I ask." Once you turn it on to its lowest setting, you cover the funnel with your hand and smile because the suction is almost negligible. You place it over her palm to show her and put her at ease. "See? Not too scary, right?" She shakes her head, but looks unconvinced. Perhaps the mechanical whirling noise from the machine is making her uneasy. She holds her breath, winces, and closes her eyes when you place the funnel over her left breast. The funnel is supposed to fit around a portion of the user's breast, but on Jessie it looks like a pastie. It takes a moment before she exhales, opens her eyes, and looks down, but when she does her whole demeanor changes from fear to curiosity. You both watch her nipple slowly expand as it's gently pulled toward the center of the see-through funnel. The suction is subtle, and the nipple is only tugged a few millimeters, but it's so large and puffy it rubs against the walls of the funnel as it's drawn inward then shrinks back to its normal size. The second time the pump sucks, you see little sprinkles of milk form at the tip of Jessie's nipple, each one no larger than a pin head. On each suckle of the machine, the sprinkles grow a little larger, but it takes a while before they form a white bead that drips down into the canister. You grin at Jessie and say, "See? Not so scary is it? That's your first drop." She doesn't react to your words. Maybe she didn't even hear you. You do get a reaction when you place the second pump on her other breast, although it's not much of one: She turns her head to watch it get pumped. There's something calming about watching her nipples expand and shrink in unison, but at this low setting the milk collects very slowly. You ask, "Would you like to hold them?" and she nods. After her hands replace yours, you say, "Could I turn it up a bit?" There's a glimmer in her eyes when she nods, but she doesn't look up to meet your gaze. The machine has 10 settings and when you turn it up to the 2nd, Jessie barely notices so you turn it up to the 3rd. At this setting, the nipples are sucked a little deeper into the funnel, and each time they're sucked a drop of milk dribbles down. When the suction subsides, her nipple retracts and sucks some of the milk back with it. After a few more pumps, this milk coats her nipples with a nice, wet sheen. You wonder if the friction of her nipple against the lining of the funnel feels good. Not hearing any complaints, you decide to turn it up to its 4th setting. This setting isn't much different, but now the milk spurts out in a weak arch. You give it a few more seconds and turn it up to 5. As soon as you do, Jessie's breath shudders and for the first time since you started, she looks at you and acknowledges your presence. Her face looks a little flush as she clears her throat and asks, "Can you hold them again?" [[Continue.->HucowSex8]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You used breast pumps on her.">>

"Sure," you say, as you grab the pumps. She nods to thank you and has a serene grin on her face as she slowly closes her eyes. The streams of milk shoot a little straighter than they did at the 4th setting. "How does it-" "-Good," she interrupts without opening her eyes. It's like she was waiting for you to ask. She sighs and scoots her butt away from the couch, then says, "This is nice." "Wouldn't it be nice if you didn't have to hold onto them," you ask. When she nods, you say, "You're not going to need your old shirt since it's too tight. What if we cut little holes in it and turn it into a nursing bra?" Without making eye contact, she slowly blinks then says, "Sure." You have her hold onto the pumps and run to the your room to collect some scissors, a bowl, and her old shirt, then sit down next to her at the couch. Her elbows are pulled back and resting on the couch cushions as she holds the pumps in place and her back is now tilted at a 45 degree angle with another cushion underneath her for support. It reminds you of someone sunbathing topless, and she certainly seems equally relaxed. While you're cutting small holes into her shirt, she whispers, "I love this," to you. She has a silly little grin on her face as she says it, and her eyes are tiny little slits like she's about to fall asleep. "You do, huh?" "Yeah..." You nonchalantly turn the machine up to 6 and it makes Jessie tilt her head back, inhale deeply, then slowly moan as she exhales. After that, she does her best to contain her noises, but you can tell from her breathing pattern that she's enjoying it. By the time you're done tailoring the shirt, the canisters are 2/3rds full of milk. Now's a time to assemble a nursing bra so you turn the machine off, but Jessie looks at you with her eyes wide and her eyebrows pushed up at the center. She shakes her head and says, "No, why?" [[Continue.->HucowSex9]]

"Don't worry," you say as you boop her nose with your fingertip. "We're not done yet, this is just a break while I assemble your nursing bra." When you remove the pumps, you note how the suction from the funnel has left a little ring around her areola. Also, her nipple looks larger and it's a darker shade of red than when she arrived. They look sensitive to the touch, but then Jessie did say they were tingling, so maybe she's not able to feel it. She tilts her head and rapidly blinks as she watches you unscrew the funnel from the rest of the pump, poke it through a hole in her shirt, and reattach it on the other side. The hole was a little smaller than it should have been so you had to tear a bit of the material to pass the funnel through it. The tubes of the pump are long enough so that you can have her stand as you help her put the shirt back on. You gradually bring the machine up to 6 then check your handiwork. There's something sexy about how the shirt is barely obscene. The only lewd part is that when the pump sucks, the tips of Jessie's nipples peek into view through the funnels. It's like a reverse pastie: Every part of the breast is hidden except her nipples. Jessie looks a little wobbly, so she puts her hands on your shoulders for support like you're at a school dance. She quickly looks to the side when you catch her staring into your eyes. When you wrap an arm around the small of her back and pull her close, she gasps then smiles. Her chest and the pumps protruding from them prevent you from pulling her as close as you'd like, but you can still feel her hot breath on your lips. She licks her lips as she stares at yours and you tilt your head in as if you might kiss her, but stop about an inch from her face and hold your position. She exhales a sharp sigh, closes her eyes, and tilts her head back with her mouth slightly parted. When you move your head a little closer but don't meet her lips, she opens her eyes, whimpers, and closes the distance herself to give you a soft, long kiss. One of your hands travels up her shoulders and combs through her hair as you make out. You're not sure how long the kiss lasts, but it makes a noise when the suction breaks. She stares deeply into your eyes as she pulls her head back and for some reason you become hyper aware of the noises of the breast pump. You stare back at her, but her nipples catch your eye as they poke through the funnel in your periphery. You look down, bend your knees, and give the bottom of her skirt a little tug without pulling it down to see her reaction. She shakes her head but she has a giant grin on her face which you interpret to mean she's playing coy. When you give it another tug, she scoffs and her jaw drops at your boldness, but when you slowly reveal some of her skin, she bites her lip and wiggles her hips to slink out of her clothes. They're much too tight for her to wiggle out of, so you pinch both sides of the skirt and tug it down to her ankles. Her panties are a light shade of purple and there's a vertical indent where her two labia meet. When you slide your index finger up the indent, you note they're damp at the bottom. You say, "I know you don't like when I stare, but I have to take a peek," then you hook your finger through the bottom of the crotch and pull it to the side. There's a clear bead of juice glistening between her lips. When you pull her panties completely to the side, you see her labia are a dark shade of pink and almost hot to the touch. You look up and grin at her, and she rolls her eyes and blushes. You peel the panties down and have her remove them, then you guide Jessie by her hips to the side of the couch so she can use it for support. Her clit looks a little swollen, but not that much. Maybe she just doesn't grow that much when she's turned on. "Let's use another pump," you say. She just smiles, closes her eyes, and tilts her head back in response. From the box, you bring back a vacuum pump that should fit nicely over her clitoris. The clear suction cup is long and thin and it has a black tube and a bulb connected to it that you can detach after you've pumped it to your desired pressure. The rim of the suction cup is about a centimeter in diameter and it looks like a snug fit. When you slip it over her clitoris, Jessie moans softly and puts a hand on your head, but she doesn't look down to check what you're doing. You give the bulb a little squeeze and it hisses. Jessie moans loudly as her little nub is partially sucked out of its hood from the pressurization. She gasps as she looks down, but then she sighs and almost inaudibly whispers, "What is that?" Instead of answering, you give the bulb another squeeze, and the clitoris becomes completely exposed. From the side you can see how the clit sits on top of a little stem. Normally that part is hidden behind the hood. Jessie's knees begin to shake and you say, "Does it hurt?" She shakes her head and says, "I- I just need to sit down." [[Continue.->HucowSex10]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You put a vacuum pump on her clitoris.">>

"I'll put you on all fours," you say. "That sound good?" Even though she nods, you get the sense that all that matters to her right now is that she's not standing. It's challenging to get her on all fours because she almost collapses as you help, but eventually you get her to rest on her forearms and knees. "How are we feeling," you ask. She doesn't reply, but her limbs are still shaking like a new born calf. It doesn't seem like she's got all her wits about her right now, but she also seems to be enjoying the sensations, so you sit directly behind her and enjoy the view. Her labia are now bright red and smeared with wetness, and the clitoris pump is applying a consistent form of suction. The clitoris intermittently throbs like it's trying to pull itself back into its hood, but the pressure keeps it exposed. It must feel nice to do this because every time it happens, Jessie's vagina contracts and she moans. You tap on the suction cup with your index fingernail like you're trying to get the attention of a fish in its bowl and Jessie reacts by jutting her hips away from your finger. She gasps and says, "No, don't." It must be very sensitive. She slowly brings her body back to where it was, but her legs are still shaking. From that point forward, you sit there and watch. Her contraction rate seems to be increasing. Suddenly, Jessie starts shivering even more than before and she groans over and over again. You watch with curiosity as her vagina and taint twitch in unison about once a second. Each time her vagina contracts, a clear, glistening drop of juice forms at the entrance, but when each contraction ends, it gets sucked back into her hole. In a trembling voice, she whispers, "I'm cumming." Her vagina looks like it's desperate to grip onto something, and you consider sliding your finger in but decide against it because there's something appealing about denying it what it wants. That said, it's not easy to restrain yourself. That little bead continues to make its appearance like an advertisement explaining how bad she wants it. In the middle of her orgasm you pinch her two lips and spread them so you can get a better view of the show. Her tiny hole constricts and her vulva shrinks with it. But then her vagina expands her vulva bulges out toward you. It looks like the whole thing is desperately gasping for air. These pulsations happen about once a second and seem to be getting slower. When they've nearly stopped, Jessie falls forward with her butt in the air. Her legs still look a little shaky. "Ugh... I came." "I saw that." you say. "Was it good?" She slurps then says, "No... terrible." Her voice sounds labored. "Unsatisfying..." Her vulva is still twitching, albeit very rarely, so you decide to dip your fingertip into her vagina while you've got the chance to feel a contraction. With your palm facing down, Jessie softly grunts as your finger slides in effortlessly. You wait a second and are rewarded with a squeeze. Soft folds at the top and bottom of her vagina clamp against your finger and rub it like they're giving it a massage. These folds seem to want to suck your finger in deeper. Jessie's completely silent as this happens and there's no indication of resistance coming from her. You slowly pump your finger back and forth. After some incoherent mumbling, she's quiet again but you're still pumping. You pet your finger over her spongy g-spot for maybe 20 seconds and then you hear her breathing rate increase. After she musters the strength to get back on her forearms, she wiggles her hips as you finger her to help you find the right spot. She swallows hard, then whispers the word, "Good." When you slide your finger out, she whines about it but then you say, "I'm going to undress, OK?" Since you can't see her face, you can't read her reaction, but eventually she simply grunts, "Uh huh," and rests her face on the floor while she waits for you. It seems like the breast pumps are keeping her in a continuous state of arousal. The canisters are about 1/2 full. [[Continue.->HucowSex11]]\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "She had an orgasm from breast and vacuum pumps.">>

<<crotch vagina>>After undressing, you dig around the box and pull out an inflatable strap-on and put it on. The panties are made of black latex and cut in the shape of a thong. There's something you hadn't noticed earlier: The strap-on has a vibrating egg attached to the inside of the crotch.<</crotch>>\ <<crotch both>>After undressing, you dig around in the box and find a thin wire you hadn't noticed before. It leads to a vibrating egg that's attached to the inside of the strap-on.<</crotch>>\ <<crotch vagina both>> It's meant to stimulate the clitoris, but you detach it and slowly slide it into your vagina until it's deep enough that it won't slip out. When turned on, it should feel pretty good. You<</crotch>>\ <<crotch penis>>After undressing, you<</crotch>>\ kneel behind her. The bead of vaginal juice that was seeping from her has now trickled down her left labia, so you \ <<breasts false>>spread it across her lips for lubrication and she lets out a heavy sigh.<</breasts>>\ <<breasts true>>bend forward and use your nipple to spread it across her lips for lubrication. She lets out a heavy sigh.<</breasts>> Time is a factor because her clit is throbbing just like before and you're not sure if she has the endurance for another orgasm after this. If you left her alone for 5 more minutes, she'd probably have another orgasm without you. \ <<crotch penis both>>Fortunately, you've had an erection since before you even undressed, so you're ready to go.<</crotch>> \ <<crotch vagina>>Fortunately, you were wet even before you undressed, so you're ready to go.<</crotch>> \ Jessie looks completely preoccupied by her breast and clit pumps. She hasn't even tried to look back at your naked body, but she's seductively waving her hips in the air like she's begging to be filled. Before you begin, you bring the controls of her breast pumps into reach. <<crotch penis>><<include "HucowSexPenis">><</crotch>>\ <<crotch vagina>><<include "HucowSexVagina">><</crotch>>\ <<crotch both>><<include "HucowSexBoth">><</crotch>>\ <<chardetail "Jessie" "You've had sex with her.">>

You tease her a bit by sliding the tip of your penis up and down the entrance to her slit, but to your surprise, Jessie leans back and tries to get you to insert more of it. <<breasts true>>She pauses, reaches back to touch your penis, then gasps. "Is that real?" "Yes... Is something wrong?" There's a long pause before she says, "No, I- It just caught me off guard. I- I like it." She proves it to you by sliding your head up and down her entrance. <</breasts>> Knowing that she's this eager, you decide it would be fun to tease her a bit. You push against her bottom so she can only get half of your penis head inside. Whenever she tries to meet her hips with yours, you lean back with her so she doesn't make any progress. After doing this dance twice, Jessie whimpers in frustration, so you slide the rest of your head in. Her moan almost sounds like a 'thank you'.

Suddenly, her vagina contracts and squeezes all around your penis head. It's probably your imagination, but it feels like all her smooth folds are sucking against your tip like they're beckoning it to go deeper. Even though you go as slowly as you can, she grunts when you slide another inch in. Once you're about 2 inches deep, you thrust without trying to go deeper because you want to loosen her up as much as possible before you continue. It takes a few seconds but she soon realizes you're not making progress and makes another one of those frustrated moans until you begin to go a little deeper with each push. Whenever she grunts uncomfortably, you just play at that depth for awhile before you try to insert more. Perhaps you misjudged how close Jessie was to orgasming earlier. You've become hyper aware of how incredibly warm and tight she is and it requires some concentration to avoid orgasming. This isn't helped by her intermittent contractions. Each one feels like a 100 tiny tongues licking your shaft at every angle. When it happens, sometimes you can't help yourself from grunting and thrusting harder than you intended. Other times, you have to completely stop pumping or you risk an immediate orgasm. You'd like her to orgasm first, so you turn the breast pumps up to 7. She moans, leans forward, then holds still while she tries to adjust to the new suction. You use this opportunity to slide in at a very slow speed, but eventually you get to a point where you can't go any deeper without making Jessie uncomfortable. A full two inches of your shaft remains dry, but given that you've almost already orgasmed, it should be enough to play with. "It's good," you hear Jessie whisper. "Can you hold it-" She interrupts herself with a moan. "How long can you hold it?" Before you answer, she reaches back and runs her middle finger across the underside of your shaft. She "ooh"'s when she realizes there's a few more inches left. You shake your head and say, "I'm not sure." The words took more effort to say than you expected and you realize sweat is beading on your brow. "It's those squeezes you're doing-" Another contraction catches you off guard and it's so intense you have to stop moving to avoid ejaculating. You wonder if she did that on purpose. At this depth there's this one fold that keeps rubbing against the underside of your penis right below your head. Although you've stopped thrusting, Jessie now seems eager to pick up your slack. She wiggles her hips up and down as she bounces on your shaft. Even though you feel your penis bumping against something hard, Jessie seems determined to fit the rest of it inside her. She backs up until there's resistance and holds her bottom there as she shakes her hips side to side, slowly grinding her way down to the base. Just when her bottom is about to press against your pelvis, she slumps then trembles. After a loud moan, she says, "Oh, god!" and starts bouncing on you furiously. <<breasts true>>You feel your breasts jiggle each time she lands. <</breasts>>Those 100 tiny tongues lick your shaft all over, but this time it's different. This time they don't stop. Her vagina seems like it's sucking you in\ <<crotch penis>> and you realize you've just been pushed over the edge. On that realization, you can't stop yourself from thrusting, and unlike before, you don't hold back and try as hard as you can to shove your whole length in. <</crotch>>\ <<crotch both>>. <</crotch>>\ Jessie squeals. It could be misconstrued as pain, but the contractions are stronger than ever. Plus, she's pushing into your thrusts on every stroke.\ <<crotch penis>> You feel your scrotum and taint tighten and a jet of semen spurts out of you. Jessie pumps even faster. It's impossible for you to keep your eyes open. Your buttocks clenches as you tilt your head back and ram one final time. Her orgasm lasts longer than yours, and you still feel her folds massaging your shaft after your last spurt. When you slide out a bit, that one magical fold tickles that spot under your head like a beckoning finger and it seems to coax one last spurt out of you that you didn't realize you had left. Her orgasm seems to be ending, too. You can tell because the tickling under your head gets slower and slower. You remove yourself completely, pant as you rest your face on her left butt cheek, then give it a little kiss. [[Continue.->HucowSexEnd]]<</crotch>>

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"Give me your hand," you say, then you place the controls to your vibrating egg into it. "What's this for?" she asks. "For fun," you tease. "The higher you turn it, the better I'll feel." Jessie knows she's holding the controls to something, but her own breasts block her view from seeing your crotch. "Don't go too high too fast though. Turn it up slowly." You moan when you feel a slight vibration in your vagina. She doesn't turn it up higher than that, but you can make the feeling more intense if you squeeze your Kegel muscles.

<<include "HucowSexEggSnippet">> Since you don't have any lube near by, you lick your hand and wipe it on the shaft of the strap-on. It looks pretty thin right now, so it should be pretty easy to insert into Jessie, but the bulb you hold in your hand will increase its girth when pumped. It takes a few tries before you can angle the tip correctly, but once you do, you're able to slowly slide it in to her. It makes a wet crackling sound as it enters, like the sound of tiny bubbles popping, and she moans like someone who's just slid into a Jacuzzi. You thrust slowly until you feel some resistance, then you pull out and repeat. Because it's so thin, she swallows the shaft with ease. Right when you're about to make it a little thicker, you feel a little tug and realize that Jessie has followed the wire from the controls all the way back and discovered it leads into your crotch. "What is that," she purrs as she swirls her middle finger around your vaginal entrance. She pinches the wire once to confirm that it's leading into your hole then her finger slips into your slit and follows the wire until she pokes the bottom of the egg. "I found it!" she says. Every few seconds, you feel her finger move and then the egg vibrates differently against your folds. It takes a while to figure out what's going on: She's pushing the egg deeper into you, waiting for it to slide back down, then pushing it back up again. When you take the time to think about the situation, a little shiver goes up your spine. One of your students is trying to arouse you by playing with a toy in your vagina. Jessie giggles at your reaction, slides her finger out, and suddenly the egg vibrations become much stronger. A little too strong for your taste, actually. You bite your lip and wince to endure it, but that doesn't help much. To distract yourself, you begin thrusting. At first, Jessie moans loudly in response, but as you continue to pump, she goes silent. She slowly drags her forearms across the carpet until she's resting her forehead on her fists. It kind of looks like she's praying. Thinking an orgasm is imminent, you squeeze the bulb on the strap-on to inflate the dildo. The first pump didn't give you the reaction you were looking for, so you continue to pump it until she lifts her head back and groans. The dildo's girth seems to be a little too wide for comfort, so you stop and give her time to adjust to it. [[Continue.->HucowSexVagina2]]

When you feel enough time has passed, you grab her hips and slowly pull them toward you. She squeals as soon as you start, and pushes her palm against your thigh so you stop. The dildo must be too wide. You press the release valve on the bulb to make the dildo shrink just a bit, but not too much. In your mind, there should be a little discomfort because it'll make her feel like she's earned her orgasm. When you pull her back again, she still groans uncomfortably and tries to stop you. You wonder what's going through her head right now. She's not telling you to stop, but the size seems too big for her to handle. "You OK?" you ask. There's no response. You reach down to her buttocks and spread her cheeks to see how she's taking it. Her labia are tightly wrapped around the black shaft of the strap-on. As you slowly move back, her lips protrude outward and cling to the shaft. Maybe a massage would help, you think, so you rub your thumbs against her smooth labia in circular motions. Her body language doesn't indicate she's any more comfortable, but her breathing slows a bit. Since the massage didn't help, you try something else: You turn the breast pump setting to 7. Jessie arches her back, groans, and slowly lowers her forehead to her fists. After staying in that position for a few seconds, her hips begin to gyrate and she slowly slides up and down the shaft. You rub her bottom and say, "Oh, good job!" She just needed some encouragement. It takes over a minute, but gradually she picks up speed and bounces on it. Since she's doing all the work you can take the time to appreciate the view. Each time she hits the base of the strap-on she lands with a heavy thud and her bottom jiggles. <<breasts true>>It also shakes your breasts a bit. <</breasts>> You lightly pet her back as you compliment her enthusiasm. Minutes ago, it was too painful for her to move, but now she's sliding back and forth against the strap-on like it's easy. "You look so pretty when you do that," you say as you give the bulb another squeeze. She exhales forcefully and stops all movement. Its girth is probably back to where it was before you released a bit of pressure. "Why'd you stop?" you ask. She slowly manages to pick up speed again and you click your tongue and say, "Aw, I knew you could handle this." You give the bulb one more squeeze and she stops all movement, groans, then whimpers. You whisper, "Take your time on this one. That'll be as large as it gets." She holds still. All you hear are the breast pump machinery and her shuddering breath. "I know what you need," you say. You switch the breast pump setting to 8. Although this doesn't encourage her to move, she lets out a long, low moan. When you spread her cheeks with your thumb, you see her labia twitching around the shaft. "You're not allowed to cum yet," you say. "You can cum when your bottom is touching my hips." The dildo glistens with Jessie's juices. She pushes up on her elbows and very slowly inches her way back, grunting the whole way. Since you're still holding her cheeks open, you can see more and more of the strap-on disappear inside her. After a few seconds you decide she's not moving fast enough so you turn the machine up to 9. Jessie pauses as she quivers. Her buttocks tightens so forcefully and suddenly, you lose your grip. She whimpers, "I'm going to cum." You immediately and sternly say, "Not yet," and she whimpers again. She backs up on the shaft, a little faster than before, but when she says, "I'm going to cum!" you don't think it's fast enough for her to meet her goal. You grab her hips and start thrusting. Her squeals are perfect. As you plunge into her, she arches her back and goes silent, almost like you've knocked the wind out of her. You're so turned on you can't think about anything else right now. Your vagina contracts each time you lunch into her. As you grip onto it, you notice the nice tingly feeling that's spreading throughout your body. With each thrust, you also feel the latex pouch on the strap-on panties that's supposed to hold the egg in place. At this moment, you wish you left the egg there so that you could nudge against it. Jessie tucks her chin and releases a loud grunt, then shivers. You feel liquid squirt on your thigh and trickle down your leg. You pump as hard as you can while she slowly lifts her head as she repeats, "Oh my god," over and over again. She goes silent again and you smack her bottom. No reaction. You smack it again and she grunts, then squeals. More liquid squirts on your thigh and her shivers have returned. She inhales deeply like she's been holding her breath, and you feel her whole body move as she pants. Her orgasm is almost over, but you'd like it to end with the whole thing in her so you slowly pull her back to your hips. She doesn't fight it. Once you get her to the base, you spread her cheeks and watch her lips twitch, then say, "Good girl!" When her senses come back to you, she tries to slowly lean forward to slide off the dildo, but you hold her in place for a few seconds longer to be sure she's really registering that she took the whole thing. Her grunts get louder and more uncomfortable, so you release her. When she slides off, her orifice looks bright red and gaped. Before the gape closes, you see a bunch of squiggly folds on the roof of her vagina. She collapses with her face on the floor and her butt in the air. After a while she whines, "Oh no, did I pee?" Her words are partly muffled by her face being pressed against the carpet. "No," you say. "You squirted. But no time to be embarrassed because it's my turn." [[Continue.->HucowSexVagina3]]

You remove the strap-on but leave the egg in and lay flat on your back. "Come on," you say. "Lick up your mess." She clumsily spins around until she's looking straight into your crotch. You can't see her face, but you can tell from her breathing that she's exhausted. You masturbate by rubbing your clitoris hood with your 3 middle fingers in circular motions<<breasts true>> while you squeeze your breasts with your other hand<</breasts>>. When Jessie's tongue slides up your thigh, it hits you like a jolt. Her soft tongue tickles so much you almost slam your legs closed on her head. "That tickles," you say, and she changes her technique. "Better," you whisper. Jessie's squirt has left cold beads of juice trickling down your thighs. One by one, her warm tongue slides up your legs as she laps it up. She starts by your knees, but you feel yourself getting warmer as she works her way up to your crotch. It takes a while because she licks one side then moves to the other before progressing forward. You sigh as you feel the warm breath from her nostrils getting closer to your labia. Right when you think the next lick is going to be on your vulva, she stops and just breathes on you. At first you think she's just teasing you, but you sense a problem. "What's wrong?" She says, "None of my juice is this high." You tilt your head up to look at her and furrow your brow. She quickly meets your gaze when you catch her staring into your crotch. With a smirk you ask, "How do you know which juice is yours and which is mine?" She's about to explain something, probably how she couldn't have squirted that high on your body, but you say, "Better to be thorough, hm?" and lay your head back on the floor. As you wait for her next action, you rub yourself in anticipation, then moan when you feel her soft tongue lick up your labia majora. Once you moan, Jessie quickly licks the other side, then back to the original. Although soft, her tongue has a lot of friction to it, like a cat's or something. Maybe that's another side effect of the pill. She licks you a few more times and you feel her tongue getting closer to the center. It brushes against your inner lips and you feel the tension in your legs relax as they collapse. Then frustratingly, she stops again. While panting heavily, you ask, "What's wrong?" She sounds apprehensive. "Do I lick the middle?" You huff then say, "Yes, get all the juice off." There isn't much hesitation this time. You feel the tip of her tongue dip into your vagina and wiggle around as it explores. She laps up some of your juice then sticks her tongue back in a little deeper this time to the point where you feel it move the vibrating egg inside you. The tip of her tongue traces the bottom of the egg, trying to slip to it's side but it only pushes it deeper. In an unexpected move, she pulls her tongue out and slides it up your slit. She licks up your clit and between your fingers and feels like an electric shock. Your legs twitch and when you look at her she's looking back at you. Her eyes look droopy and tired, but she also might be grinning. You're reminded that her breast pumps are still milking her as she does this. She licks your clit again, much softer this time. On the third lick, you lay your head back down and remove your hand from your crotch. You whisper, "That's good." She's using some suction with her mouth while she teases you with the egg by repeatedly pulling its wire until it almost peeks out. When you feel the strong vibrations at your vaginal entrance, she pushes it back in. In a lower voice, you say, "That's good," again. You're getting close. While maintaining suction, her head circles as she licks all around your clit. You have an unexpected shiver, and realize you're going to cum sooner than you thought. You grab the back of her head and hold it in place so she doesn't stop then you inhale deeply then say, "Oh god," as you exhale. An embarrassing whimper escapes your lips and you can't help yourself from gyrating your crotch into her mouth. Your whole body feels tingly, like electricity is coursing through it. Fortunately, she keeps licking but she seems to have stopped playing with the egg. You know it's still inside you because with each contraction, you feel your vagina squeeze against it. It's hitting this perfect spot that you hope you can find again the next time you masturbate. You feel Jessie try to pull away, but you're not done yet. You hold her in place as the last few waves of pleasure wash over you. When you let go, she lifts her head off your crotch and inhales deeply, then she starts coughing. You feel so weak, the only thing you can do is lie there while your palms face up. She recovers before you and asks, "Was it good?" You slowly blink then moan, "Mm-hmm." It takes all your strength to sit up. [[Continue.->HucowSexEnd]]

<<include "HucowSexEggSnippet">><<breasts false>> She says, "I hear the buzzing. Is this thing in your butt?" You smile and say, "Sure, let's go with that."<</breasts>> <<include "HucowSexInsertionSnippet">> She reaches back and follows the wire with her fingers until she touches your entrance and gasps. "What is that?" "That's... me." There's an uncomfortable silence. You worry she might want to stop, but then she says, "Wait, so you have both?" "Yes..." "Can I see it?" You say, "How about I show you when we're done?" She thinks about that then says, "Promise? Pinky promise?" When she reaches back to you with a curled pinky, you shake it with yours and she giggles, but when you slide your penis in a bit more, she interrupts her own laughter with a moan. [[Continue.->HucowSexBoth2]]

<<include "HucowSexPenisWithoutInsertionSnippet">> Once her orgasm ends, Jessie's body only sags for a moment before she whirls around to face you. Her eyes look droopy and her cheeks are flush, but she bends over to look at your crotch and asks, "Can I see it?!" You know your testicles hide most of your vagina, but you're probably pretty wet right now so some of the juice may be visible. Your eyes dart across the room and you say, "Are you sure you want to?" Jessie slaps her thighs as she scoots in closer and says, "Yeah! Totally." "And, let's keep this our little secret, OK?" [[Continue.->HucowSexBoth3]]

When she nods rapidly, you stand up and reveal your vagina by cupping your testicles in one hand and lifting your scrotum. Her eyes light up and she bites her lower lip. "Wow... That's amazing." Jessie notices you're going soft so she reaches for your penis but then stops herself. "May I?" You nod and she scoots in till she's directly under you. She reaches up and strokes while she stares up at your vagina. "Wow..." She leans to look up at you and says, "You're really wet you know." She straightens her back to suck on the tip of your penis and stares into your eyes while she strokes your shaft. A smile grows on her face and then she stops sucking to ask, "Will your vagina orgasm if I only stroke your thingy?" "It will." "Wow... Does it feel twice as good if I make them both cum at the same time, though?" You smile down at her and say, "Why don't we find out?" "Really?" When you lay down flat on your back, her eyes twinkle as she watches you with an open mouth smile. You spread your legs and when she scoots in and kneels between them, you put yourself on display by bending your elbows and interlocking your fingers under your head. She hesitates a bit, glancing down at your crotch then back at you, checking to see if you're really giving permission. When she sees that you are, she cups her hands together and gently lifts your testicles with her fingertips. She says, "Wow," again. "Behind your balls... it's really, really wet." You feel a finger slide up the back of your scrotum and then you hear her taste it. "Mm." "You don't have to be so gentle, you know." "Oh, OK." She uses her palm to pin your scrotum up against your shaft and when you lift your head, you see her eyes bouncing around as she inspects your vulva. She doesn't notice you watching her until she licks her lips, and when she realizes you saw that, she blushes. You smile back to make her comfortable, and she slowly bends toward your vulva and slides her tongue up your slit, stopping just before she reaches your clit. It's such a soothing feeling you lay your head back down and sigh. "Ooh," she says. "What?" "Your dick grew from that," she says as she slides her finger from the tip to the base. Her tongue enters you again, but this time she flutters it at the entrance and laps up some of your juices. Evidently, she enjoys the taste, because she gives your slit a kiss and keeps your vagina within tongue's reach. From that position she penetrates you by darting it in and out. She releases your testicles so they gently rest on her cheek and uses her free hand to stroke your shaft up and down with a twisting motion. [[Continue.->HucowSexBoth4]]

After pausing for a moment, she moans then licks all the way up your genitals from your vagina to the tip of your penis. She makes sure to dip her tongue in your hole along the way, but avoids your sensitive clit. It tickles somewhat as it glides across the undercarriage of your scrotum and once she reaches the top of your penis, she suckles the cleft of your bell shaped head. You gasp then moan when you feel her finger exploring your vagina at the same time. It feels like she's playing at the entrance, but it's hard to tell. You feel your vagina stretch as another finger enters, but it also feels pretty shallow. The two fingers wiggle and stretch your cavity, but eventually you get used to them tickling your folds. Jessie's doing so many things at the same time it's hard to keep track. You're not sure when she started giving you a blowjob, but half your shaft is already in her throat. Her technique is to go down on it quickly, but when she pulls her head back she loops her tongue around it's girth and pushes it up and down the underside. It's like she's using her tongue to push her head up your shaft. The multiple sensations are already making you dizzy but she adds another one to the mix: She tucks her free hand's thumb under your scrotum and starts circling it around your clit hood. This stimulates your clitoris while simultaneously tickling the sensitive underside of your scrotum with her thumb. You can't help but thrust into her throat. Instead of gagging or pausing, Jessie moans, "Mm-hmm," through her throat to assure you she can take it. Hearing that encouragement immediately pushes you over the edge. As soon as you start spurting, Jessie deep throats you, and as a result your semen completely bypasses her mouth and shoots directly into her neck. You feel her fingers wiggling at your vagina's entrance and you do your best to gyrate your hips toward them. You wish she would go deeper, but every time you lift your hips, you push against her thumb on your clitoris. Each time you push into her throat she moans a cheerfully encouraging, "Mmm-hmm!" As your orgasm ends, she keeps her mouth around your shaft way longer than necessary. Your mental capacities are coming back to you, and the first thing you think is, //You misjudged Jessie's sexual prowess//. The whole time you've known her you assumed she was inexperienced. You pant as you ask her the second thing that comes mind. "Why didn't you go deeper... with your fingers?" She sticks out her tongue as she raises her mouth up and off your shaft. After sitting up straight, she tilts her head and it looks like she may topple her over. "You mean you wanted more fingers?" After a slow blink, you say, "No... deeper..." "I was as deep as I could go," she pants. "Down to the last knuckle." Closing your eyes, you chuckle and say, "Oh. I couldn't tell." When you lift your head to look at her, you realize how exhausted she is. Her eyes are closed like she's about to fall asleep. [[Continue.->HucowSexEnd]]

Jessie shivers and says, "Can you turn it off?" "What?" "Turn it off, please. The- the pumps." When you switch it off, Jessie falls flat on her back. She winces when she realizes there's still a clitoris pump attached to her and it takes two tries for her to break the suction. Her clitoris looks engorged. It's almost twice its normal size and even the hood looks puffy and bright pink. She sighs then says, "That was good."\ <<crotch penis>> After you lay on your back next to her, you have a sudden, scary realization. "Was I not supposed to cum?" you ask. "Don't worry," she says as she boops your nose with her fingertip. "I have an IUD." She giggles and says, "I was just trying to let you go first, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on." You smile and say, "I was trying to let you go first, too." <</crotch>>\ You smile at each other then you both silently recover. Your panting synchronizes and eventually slows. She turns to her side, rests her palm on her ear for support, and grins at you. "Can I make you coffee," she asks. "How about some decaf?" She cheerfully hops up, disconnects the tubes from her pumps, and puts on her panties while you lay on the floor. You hear clanging in the kitchen and after some time she comes back and you sit up to take a sip of coffee. The pumps are removed from her shirt but it's hard not to smile because her nipple is poking out of one of the holes. She frowns and looks at your cup, then asks, "Is it good?" "Mm-hmm." "You're not just saying that?" she asks. It's at that moment you realize the coffee has cream in it. You smile and shake your head. "I put the rest in the fridge if you want more milk tomorrow." "I want more tonight," you joke. She rolls her eyes as she shakes her head, then she sits down next to you. "Do I have to take more pills?" "What do you want to do?" you ask. She sighs and says, "Well, overall, I don't really like them. Makes me sore and fat and everything. But, I have to admit it's not all bad. I mean, I've never finished from just my boobies before." You're not sure how Jessie will change if you give her another pill. Will her hips get wider? Will she lactate more? Or, will she change in some other unexpected way? [[Give Jessie another pill.|HucowSexEnd2][$hucow_continue_pills_after_sex to true]] [[Stop giving Jessie the pills.|HucowSexEnd2][$hucow_continue_pills_after_sex to false]]

<<if $hucow_continue_pills_after_sex>>\ When you say, "I think we should have you take them at least once more," she frowns and looks down, but when you say, "I can give it to you tonight in bed if you'd like," she perks up a bit.\ <<else>>\ <<set $finished_hucow_transformation to true>>\ When you say, "I think you've learned your lesson. You don't have to take them anymore," she perks up and thanks you profusely. You itch your eye with as you say, "Are you as tired as I am? My bed is pretty comfy, if you haven't felt it."\ <</if>> "Are you inviting me to spend the night?" You smile, ignore the question, then ask, "How do your boobs feel?" Without breaking eye contact, she gives one a squeeze. "Good. But- Wait, so I can spend the night?" "Only if you want to." She smiles as she bites the tip of her tongue, then says, "Can- can I get my pajamas from my room first? And take a shower?" You nod and say, "Bring your pajamas here. You can use my shower." [[Office]]

<<set $finished_ms_waterloo_lucy_orgasm to true>>\ When you walk to the pool you notice how Ms. Waterloo seems to have settled into her new role quite comfortably. You walk in near the end of her class and catch her giving a lesson to Lucy. Evidently, Lucy isn't a strong swimmer, so Ms. Waterloo is teaching her how to float on her back. While she teaches, she stands by one of Lucy's hips and says, "Very good Lucy. See, easy right?" "Yes, ma'am." "Just relax, and you'll float. That's right, you're doing it!" After she looks down and grins, Ms. Waterloo says, "Exciting, isn't it." Lucy has a full erection under her suit and her testicles have slipped out of both sides of the crotch. Actually, the way the front of the crotch has been scrunched into a thong makes you think it was Ms. Waterloo who made the testicles slip out. Whispering, she says, "It looks like it wants another kiss. But can you stay relaxed?" [[Watch the lesson.->MsWaterlooLucyOrgasm2]] [[Go back to your office.->Office]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She received a personal swim lesson from Ms. Waterloo.">> <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Lucy a personal swim lesson.">>

"Yes, ma'am." "Good. This time I'll encourage you by not stopping as long as you float." Ms. Waterloo's body tilts forward then she plants a long-lasting kiss at the sensitive part of Lucy's penis, just below the cleft of the head. For a moment, Lucy seems to panic and lose her balance, but she quickly composes herself and calms down. Without stopping, Ms. Waterloo brushes Lucy's hair back from her forehead as if to say, 'good job'. It's too loud in the pool to actually hear the kissing sounds, but you can see her lips pucker repeatedly over the sensitive area. When her lips stop moving and stay puckered on one spot, you hear Lucy moan and she places a hand on Ms. Waterloo's shoulder. As she slowly arches her back, you observe Lucy's bell-shaped glans increase in size through her transparent suit. That's when Ms. Waterloo stops and says, "Don't use me for support. You can float on your own now, remember?" Once Lucy lays her arm flat on the water, Ms. Waterloo smiles then goes back to kissing the shaft, but this time she slowly runs her lips up and down the underside. Lucy tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and sighs out of her mouth repeatedly. After a while, Ms. Waterloo starts fondling Lucy's balls while she kisses. At first she just traces a finger down the same testicle at different paths. But when Lucy's scrotum tightens, Ms. Waterloo slides her hand under the crotch and rests her palm on both testicles at once. The back of her hand slowly pulsates as she gently massages the testicles with her palm. She lifts up her head and says to Lucy, "They feel tight. That means you're close right?" "I think so, ma'am." "Think you can stay afloat while you cum? Or do you want to stop the lesson." Lucy bites her bottom lip. Without opening her eyes, she says, "Whatever you want, I guess." "Oh no," Ms. Waterloo says. "This is your lesson. What do you want to get out of it." There's a pause before Lucy says, "I'd like to... to float." Ms. Waterloo smiles at her and says, "Just in case you sink, you remember how to hold your breath underwater right? And I'll be right here, remember that." "Yes, ma'am." [[Continue.->MsWaterlooLucyOrgasm3]]

Through that exchange, Ms. Waterloo never stopped fondling Lucy's testicles. Before she starts kissing the penis, she swipes her tongue across the swimsuit from the base of the shaft to the tip, then she wraps her lips around the underside of Lucy's head and starts to suck on it. You're not sure when she started doing it, but Ms. Waterloo's pinky finger is now running up and down the back side of Lucy's scrotum and taint. Unlike the other trans girls, Lucy seems to really enjoy this caressing. She even opens her legs and tilts her body back to give Ms. Waterloo more exposure to it. Before long, the shaft kisses, ball cupping, and taint tickling push Lucy over the edge. As she begins her orgasm, her back arches and almost causes her head to dip under the water. Her thrusts her hips once, but she immediately realizes she'll sink if she continues to pump so she stops. To stay afloat, she's reduced to orgasming without moving her body. She just trembles while she shudders through her mouth, and her breathing hints that it's not completely satisfying. Because Ms. Waterloo never pulled the suit back, it looks like she's ejaculating into a pair of nylons: Some of her milky sperm has enough force to seep through to the other side of the material, but most of it can't make its way through the transparent mesh and collects into a pool on her soft stomach under her penis head. Ms. Waterloo does her best to provide some form of pleasure during the orgasm by running her lips up and down the shaft the whole time. As the orgasm comes to an end, she slows her head movements and gives every inch of the shaft one last kiss. Lucy's penis tries to bob upward, but her suit and her teacher's lips push it flat against her stomach. When the orgasm ends, Lucy's head sinks into the water and she kicks violently until she's able to orient herself upright. After she spits out some water, Ms. Waterloo says, "That was really good, especially for your first lesson! But, I'd like to see you stay floating after you finish though, OK? If you can do that, you are really good at floating on your back. Besides, we don't want to wash away all that yummy sperm, right?" Lucy breaks eye contact, blushes, and combs her hand through her hair. "No, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." "Good! OK, fix your suit and we'll talk later. Principal $name has been waiting very patiently to speak to me." You didn't even realize that Ms. Waterloo knew you were there. In fact, you tried to keep your distance so you wouldn't distract her. You're amazed at how quickly she's acclimated to this new environment. "I'm sorry to interrupt," you say. "Did I cut your lesson short?" "Naw, there'll always be more lessons. What did you need?" "Well, nothing really. I just wanted to check in on how things are going." Ms. Waterloo beams as she says, "Great! I love it here." She looks over her shoulder and says, "I think I've only given personal lessons to about half the school. But I'd like to give everyone here a lesson at least once." "That's great. Although it already seems like you're doing this, I encourage you to come up with new and creative ideas to do with the students as often as you can." She nods and holds up an OK symbol. "I got ya covered, boss!" You leave having full confidence in Ms. Waterloo's abilities. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She orgasmed while floating on her back in Ms. Waterloo's class.">> <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Lucy an orgasm while Lucy was floating on her back.">>

<<nobr>> <<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 1>> <<if not $finished_lactation>> <<include "HucowLactation">> <<elseif not ($finished_hucow_puffies or $finished_hucow_sex)>> <<if $hucow_pills_given eq 1>> <<include "HucowSex">> <<else>> <<include "HucowPuffies">> <</if>> <<else>> <<include "Office">> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<set $week to 5>>AB really likes what transpired during that last week and has decided to give you a huge bonus on the condition that you start a biochemistry class with the teacher of their choosing. Her name is Mrs. Curie and she was recently fired from her job for testing chemicals on humans in unethical ways. As a result, AB feels she's a perfect fit for this position. You've researched Mrs. Curie a bit on your own and are a little skeptical of what you read in her papers. They border on science fiction. Chemicals that can affect a person's libido? Artificial hormones to change people's bodies? Most of it doesn't seem possible. [[Continue->UnlockBioChem2]]<<nobr>> <<if $fp_scat>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("MiaToiletScat")>> <</if>> <<charadd "Mrs. Curie">> <</nobr>>

The next week you give Mrs. Curie a tour of the school and some of AB's assistants set up her lab. Unlike Ms. Tink, she has never worked with AB before. That's a little disappointing as you were hoping to pry a little about his background. She seems to settle into her daily routine quickly but is obsessed with her work. Rather than teach, she requests some initial alone time where she can put her head down and research without the students distracting from her work. You're a little hesitant, but she assures you she was on the cusp of something very creative before she got fired. Something you'd be very interested in. You decide to give her a chance to see what she'll come up with. [[Office->UnlockBioChem3]]

A week passes. You're looking over the payroll spreadsheets when you hear a knock on the door. "Come in," you call. In walks Mrs. Curie. She's wearing a pristine lab coat and some protective goggles on the top of her head. She sits down across from your desk and looks pleased with herself. "Looks like you have some good news?" "I do! The good news is that I think I can come up with a compound that can induce lactation. As you know, lactation can be induced by lowering a progesterone and estrogen while increasing prolactin levels." "Uhh," you say, "actually, I didn't know that." Her smile momentarily turns to a frown. "Oh." She continues, "Anyway, I've found a completely different compound that can induce lactation. You're probably wondering why we wouldn't just use the hormone therapy that already works, right?" "Uh..." She interrupts before you can answer, "Well the thing is, this new compound - I call it Novae Nubhim - is much more effective. It will produce much more breast milk and it will produce it sooner than hormone therapy." She steeples her fingers and taps them together. "Well? What do you think?" <<if $fp_lactation>>[[This is intriguing. You ask her to tell you more.->HucowIntro]] <</if>>\ [[Lactation? You're not really into that. Pass.->UnlockBioChem4]]

<<set $finished_hucow_transformation to false>><<set $hucow to true>><<set $visit_hucow_scene_in_x_office_visits to 1>>Before you can even reply, Mrs. Ball bursts into your office dragging Jessie by her ear. She lowers her hand, forcing Jessie to kneel on the floor. Jessie says, "Ow, ow, ow," as she's yanked to the ground. "Shut up," Mrs. Ball yells. She turns to you and says, "Principal $name. Jessie has had another uniform violation and refused to take her punishment. I demand that something be done about her insolence." "Excuse me," you say with an authoritative tone. "Can't you see I'm in a meeting?" Mrs. Ball squints and looks down to Mrs. Curie. She hadn't even noticed she was in the room. "Oh," Mrs. Ball replies. "S-sorry..." She blushes a bit and you think you can make out a smirk on Jessie's face. Mrs. Ball grunts and squeezes her ear harder, making her hiss through her teeth. "I'll just wait outside your room I guess." Mrs. Curie holds up her hand and says, "If I may, what punishment were you going to dole out?" Mrs. Ball turns around, swinging Jessie with her. "I was going to make her wear a nipple clamp until tomorrow's class." Mrs. Curie asks Jessie, "Stupid question: Why did you refuse the punishment?" Jessie looks side to side and shrugs with furrowed eyebrows. "Uh... because it would hurt?" "Of course!" Mrs. Curie says. "And nobody likes to be punished, but if you had to be, you don't want it to hurt, right?" "What are you getting at," Mrs. Ball asks. Mrs. Curie reaches into her lab coat and pulls out a bottle of pills. She looks up at it and shakes, causing them to rattle. "This is an alternative form of punishment. I think it is - forgive the pun - an easier pill to swallow." There's a pause in the room until Jessie asks, "What does it do?" Mrs. Curie smiles. "Part of the punishment is for you to figure that out on your own. But I assure you it's a lot less painful than wearing a nipple clamp for 24 hours. What do you say?" Mrs. Ball barks, "It's not up to her!" Jessie is the bustiest girl in school and you are a little curious how her breasts would look when engorged with milk. You ask her again, "What do you say, Jessie?" "It won't cause permanent damage?" Mrs. Curie says, "You may ache a little bit, but there won't be permanent damage." Jessie looks Mrs. Curie up and down as if to judge her character. You chime in, "It's the pills or the clamp. I'll let you decide." "Nothing permanent?" Jessie asks Mrs. Curie. "No permanent damage, I promise." [[Continue->HucowIntro2]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "She's taking Mrs. Curie's lactation pills every night.">>

You do your best to smile compassionately as you say, "That sounds wonderful, Mrs. Curie, but I think it would be in the student's best interest if we were to avoid experimenting on them with this drug." Mrs. Curie pauses with her mouth open then looks down at the floor. "I'm sorry, I thought you would appreciate my work." You walk to her side and place a hand on her shoulder. "I do appreciate it! I really do. It's just not the right fit for our school. But, I don't want this to dissuade you. I encourage you to come up with creative ideas, just like that one. Only... different." She looks up at you and purses her lips then says, "I feel foolish working on this in secret for so long. I should have told you earlier because I wasted a lot of time and your money." "No, no, no," you say. "Don't feel that way. I love surprises, too. It comes with the risk that I may reject your idea, but I don't want that to stop you from experimenting." She puts her hand on yours and exhales loudly then nods. "OK, I'll think of something else." She stands up and walks out the door, a little less excited than when she entered. Before it closes you yell, "Remember! Don't let this discourage you. It was a creative idea, just not a perfect fit." [[Office]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "You did not experiment with her lactation pill.">>

"OK," Jessie says, "I'll take the pills." "Wonderful," Mrs. Curie says as she clasps her hands together. She opens the pill bottle and hands one to Jessie then grabs a carafe of water on your desk and pours her a glass. "Now remember, you have to take one every day. Come to my class after school so I can watch you do it and document your progress." "Actually," you interrupt, "I'd like Jessie to stop by my office after class instead." You hold out your hand and Mrs. Curie hands you the bottle. Her smile returning to neutral tells you she's not happy with what you said. Jessie swallows the pill and asks, "For how long?" "Until I've determine your punishment has been doled out," you say. You turn to Mrs. Curie and say, "Don't worry. I'll do a good job documenting her progress." That ominous phrasing makes Jessie frown. Mrs. Curie stands up and lifts Jessie's chin. "Stick out your tongue so we can be sure you swallowed." Once Mrs. Curie is satisfied, you notice her stare at Jessie's large chest. She smiles, looks up, and says, "Remember, take 1 pill every day." Mrs. Ball says, "Now if you don't mind, I've left the rest of my students alone and they're probably up to no good." You nod and Mrs. Ball drags Jessie out of the room by her ear. "Was that the lactation pill," you ask. "Yes, it was 5 mg of Novae Nubhim. Truth be told, I may have made some promises I can't keep. I've only tested it on animals and they can't really tell me if it hurts." You open your mouth in shock but she interrupts, "Don't worry, we can stop at any time." "Remind me why you left your previous job again," you ask sarcastically. "Because I found my dream job here," she says with a smile. Then she looks at the top of her wrist and says, "I must be going." Weird thing is she isn't wearing a watch. She walks to the door and says, "Ta-ta" before closing it behind her. You shake your head. Hopefully Mrs. Curie knows what she's doing, but she hasn't instilled you with confidence. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Mrs. Curie" "She gave you lactation pills (Novae Nubhim) to give to Jessie each night.">>

You watch the dorm room cameras at night and see Olivia and her posse walking through the halls, obviously up to no good. Whenever the group passes by another student, they go white then look relieved that Olivia's not trying to talk to them. The way the group storms through the halls makes it obvious they have a specific destination in mind. Olivia knocks on a door and says, "You'll see. It's gross," to one of the members in her group. Another girl replies, "No way. There's no way..." You hear a timid, "Yes?" on the other side of the door. The group of 4 enter and slam the door behind them. You quickly scan the grid of cameras to find the room they just entered. It's Bailey's, the new trans girl transfer student with dark hair and an emo look to her and she's sitting on her bed with a biology book on her lap. When she sees the sneers on the students' faces she hunches over and puts her hands on her knees. She looks up at Olivia and says, "Did I do something wrong, ma'am?" One of the girls in the group laughs as she mocks Bailey. "Ma'am? Is she like, 50?" Olivia sits down on the bed next to Bailey, wraps her arm around her, smiles, and says, "Well that all depends on what you do next, Bailey. You see, I made a bet with my friends here. A bet I really don't want to lose." Bailey swallow hard then says, "A bet, ma'am?" Olivia slowly nods and shows her teeth as she smiles. One of the students in the group laughs as she watches Bailey squirm then whispers to another girl. Olivia stares at Bailey without elaborating, until Bailey asks, "What bet, ma'am?" Olivia mocks, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever ask." She picks the book off of Bailey's lap and carelessly throws it on the floor. "I bet my 3 friends that you're, shall we say... fucked up in the head?" Bailey turns pale and eyes the exit. Olivia stands up in front of Bailey and looks directly down at her, trying to make eye contact. Bailey doesn't meet her gaze. "That's a good way to describe you, right?" Bailey opens her mouth like she's going to reply, but doesn't. Instead she just whimpers and shrugs. Then she whispers, "I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am." Olivia kneels down between Bailey's legs and looks up into her eyes. She lowers the pitch of her voice and says, "When you're not honest like that, it makes me look like a liar in front of my friends." She makes a fist and shows Bailey her knuckles. "You see, my friends weren't in that bio class so they don't believe me, but you and I know that if I were to punch you right between your legs, you'd -" Bailey jumps up and looks like she's going to make a break for it. But Olivia immediately pushes on her shoulder and she sits back down. The other students laugh as they back up and lean on the door to make sure Bailey can't open it if she tries that again. One of the girls says to Olivia, "See?! I knew you were lying. Nobody could like that." Olivia scowls at her friend, then says, "Bailey, I'm disappointed and frankly, a little insulted. You enjoyed it so much in bio, and now you're making me look bad in front of my friends." Bailey breathes loud, short breaths as she says, "There were teachers. Teachers protecting me." Olivia smiles, puts her finger up to her face, and shushes Bailey. She points to the floor and says, "On all fours." Bailey looks down and away from Olivia. "Now!" [[Olivia's had her fun but now, fun's over. You'll break the group up and lock everyone in their own rooms, ending their reign of terror.->Office]] [[Bailey doesn't seem to be in any serious danger yet and you can always break it up later if she needs help. You continue to watch.->BaileyCbt2]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "Olivia and her gang went to Bailey's room to satisfy a bet that Bailey enjoys pain.">>

Olivia grabs Bailey by her hair and Bailey squeals as she grabs on to Olivia's hands. After throwing Bailey to the floor, Olivia rolls her eyes. "I know you like it." She shoves her face into the carpet again and says, "Stay there," then she stands behind her and taps on her inner thighs with her foot to get her to spread her knees. With a sarcastic tone, she says, "Try not to cum too fast." Olivia lifts her leg and lightly taps her ankle on Bailey's clothed crotch. Bailey whimpers and Olivia says, "I bet you can't wait for this shit." She looks at the group and asks, "How does she look?" From their position they can see Bailey's face but Olivia can't. One of the girls laughs and says, "Terrified. Why don't you just admit you lost the bet?" Olivia snaps at her friend. "Fuck you!" She digs her nails into her palm, lifts her leg back, and kicks Bailey square in her crotch. Bailey's lower body is temporarily lifted from the force and when her knees land on the floor she grunts and grabs her lower abdomen and starts rubbing it. Her friends gasp then start laughing. One of them says, "Oh my god, you're such a bitch." Olivia grins and says, "I know." She kicks Bailey again, a little harder this time. Bailey gasps and falls on her side, groaning and grabbing her stomach. "Get up. Get up or I'll kick even harder." Bailey obeys and as soon as she does, she gets kicked again. It flattens Bailey out on her stomach. She reaches behind herself and starts rubbing her crotch to tend to the pain. Olivia taps her foot on Bailey's hand and says, "Don't touch yourself down there you idiot. You'll throw the results of the bet into question. Get up. I'll check the 'damage'." Olivia kneels down as Bailey gets back on all fours, then she lifts Bailey's skirt up and she pulls Bailey's underwear to the side. She smiles, looks at her friends, and says, "Come here and see for yourself." The first one to walk over covers her face with both hands and turns her back to Bailey. It stops the other two dead in their tracks. "What's wrong?" The frightened one lowers her hands and says, "She has a cock." The other two yell, "What?" They rush to see for themselves. One of them yells, "Oh my god!" The other says to Olivia, "You... you didn't think this was worth mentioning until now?" Olivia growls, "Who give a shit!" Then she smiles and says, "Look, I won the bet." She uses the tip of her finger to lower Bailey's penis into view but then she frowns and says, "Wait... it was hard just a second ago. I swear." The prudish girl who saw Bailey's penis first says, "Fuck your bet," as she glances at Bailey then turns away. Olivia throws her hands up and says, "That's just what someone would say if they knew they were going to lose." Without looking, the prude says, "She's not hard. You lost." Just when Olivia's about to snap, a different girl changes the topic by asking, "Can I touch it?" Olivia raises her eyebrows and says, "What? No." "Why not? You got to touch it." "Yeah," another girl says with some irritation. She lifts her chin and asks Bailey directly. "Can I touch it? I'll be gentle, not like Olivia." Olivia grunts, "I told you, she doesn't like gentle." The tattooed girl sneers and says, "Still trying to win that bet, I see. All we really learned is she doesn't like you. But that's always a safe assumption around here." Olivia rolls her eyes and flips off her friend. The prude says, "I can't believe you two. You're acting like whores." One of them replies by yelling, "Fuck off, prude. I haven't seen a cock in like 2 years." She walks to Bailey and kneels by her face and says, "Can I touch it? I promise I'll make you feel good." Bailey closes her eyes without replying. It looks like tears are forming at the corners. Olivia pinches the top of her nose, closes her eyes, and says, "I don't know why you're asking Bailey. It's not up to her." She lowers her hand and sighs. "Look," she says then wraps her hand around the base of Bailey's scrotum, making her testicles pop out. Without any slack, the testicles are veiny and vulnerable. She says, "Just let me hit her balls for like 2 minutes and she'll get hard. I know it. And if she doesn't, then... uh, I guess you two can touch her for as long as you want. Deal?" The two girls look at each other and smile. One of them nods and the other says, "Deal." [[Continue.->BaileyCbt3]]<<chardetail "Bailey" "She got aroused by Olivia and her gang causing her physical pain.">>

Olivia starts rapping her hand against Bailey's testicles, lightly at first, then gradually smacking harder. The skin pinkens the longer it takes abuse and eventually Bailey doesn't seem to be able to take it anymore. She groans and moves her hips side to side, but with Olivia securely holding on to the base, her movements do nothing to protect herself. The prude squints and says, "She doesn't like it." Olivia clenches her jaw as she says, "Just give it a minute." She opens her palm and starts spanking them with the same amount of force as she was punching, then she slows her rate and increases the force. Bailey tries to lay flat, but Olivia's grip prevents her from moving. It smack makes her grunt louder and louder. One of the girls' eyes grow wide. She points at Bailey and says, "Holy shit!" Olivia looks at what the girl is pointing at then thrusts her chest out and smiles. "Didn't I tell you?" Olivia uses a fingertip on her free hand to point Bailey's penis straight down so everyone can see she's become fully erect. "God damn it," another girl says. "Now we have to do your chores for a week." Olivia lets go of the testicles then says, "Not to mention apologize for calling me a liar." The end of the scrotum looks bright red from all the abuse. The horniest girl leans forward and squints. She looks at Olivia then at Bailey before asking, "Can I feel it?" She's not sure which one she should ask. Olivia laughs and crosses her arms. "Only if you do my chores for two weeks." "Fucking bitch," the horniest girl mutters. She bites her lower lip and says, "OK, fine." Olivia grabs Bailey by the hair and pulls her to a standing position. It makes her skirt cover her erection so Olivia points at it and says, "Take it off. Panties, too." Bailey blushes and says, "Yes, ma'am." As Bailey disrobes, Olivia remarks, "I could get used to this 'ma'am' stuff." The horniest girl's eyes glow as she leans forward, but then she frowns. "She got soft." She puts her fingers to her mouth to think then bounces as she says, "That's OK. I still wanna feel." She crawls on all fours to Bailey's penis then kneels at her feet. When she looks straight up, the view of Bailey's flaccid penis hangs inches from her lips. "Bend your knees so I can get a better look at it." She reaches up and curls each finger around the shaft, one-by-one, starting with her pinky, then her ring finger, and so on until she gets to her index. When her whole hand is wrapped around it, the girl closes her eyes and moans, "It's... it's like suede or something. I think it's the softest one I've ever felt." The prude sarcastically mutters, "Hard to believe she's the softest out of a million," but her remark is ignored. The horniest girl begins slowly stroking by only bending her wrist. She looks up into Bailey's eyes and says, "Is this chafing?" Bailey frowns and shakes her head. The girl pauses and says, "Oh god, look at the head. I love it." She lifts herself up by a few inches and gives the bottom of the head a kiss, right between the cleft. The contact makes Bailey wince a bit. Having the head on her lips seems to have put the horniest girl in some sort of frenzy. From that point forward she strokes frantically, looks up at Bailey, and says, "I want it hard." Bailey doesn't immediately react so she turns to Olivia and asks, "How do I make it hard?" "Jesus," Olivia replies. "Calm your tits, you're embarrassing yourself. Besides, I said it like a million times already..." Olivia slaps Bailey's dangling scrotum from behind. The sack flies upward until it's forced to stop from hitting the horniest girl's hand. "...she doesn't like it gentle. Watch." [[Continue.->BaileyCbt4]]

Bailey's legs shake from the sudden pain and her testicles swing like a pendulum. Olivia smacks them again before they can stop moving. As they freely swing back and forth, Olivia interlocks her fingers and stops them by holding them between her palm. Then she crushes the testicles by squeezing her hands together until her arms shake from using all her strength. Bailey groans and her legs buckle which makes the tip of her penis graze down the horniest girl's cheek. The girl ignores it and says, "Keep doing that. I feel... it's growing in my hand." She gives the bottom of the head another little kiss to reward it. You momentarily zoom in on the action and watch the shaft become more visible as it grows in her hand. "Here, let me try," the second horniest girl says. This girl stands out from the others because her whole body is covered in tattoos. The only place that's not covered is her face. She stands behind Bailey and pinches one of her nipples as hard as she can. Bailey gasps and puts her hand over the girl's, but you notice she's not trying to remove it. When she gets used to the pain, Bailey closes her eyes and places both hands on her knees. The horniest girl releases Bailey's shaft and lets the penis drop onto her face. It lands on her nose and for just a moment you see the girl's wide eyed grin then she lifts her chin and lets the shaft rest between her lips. Her lips envelop the shaft on each side then lift it, giving the spot a kiss. The girl closes her eyes and shakes her head, running her puckered lips up and down every inch of the underside. Olivia grunts and lets go of the testicles. "Man that's difficult to do." The tattooed girl starts pinching the other nipple without letting go of the first. The horniest girl says, "That's fine. Look." Her eyes grow wide as she leans in to examine Bailey's penis. The prude squints and says, "Gross," as she notices what the other girl is so enthralled by: The tip of the penis has a sparkling bead of pre-cum on it. The horniest girl says, "Oh yeah, I actually forgot it does that." She lifts the shaft to inspect it at a different angle, but the bead starts to dribble between the cleft at the underside of the head. As pre-cum drips off Bailey's head, she says, "Oops," and jerks her palm underneath the penis to catch the drop. The girl pinching the nipples stops and comes over to Bailey's front. "Let me see." She holds her hair back and takes a sniff of her friend's palm. "Weird." She looks up at Bailey and sneers. "You really are enjoying all this, aren't you, you fucking whore? I bet Olivia's dreamed of meeting someone like you all her life. It's like guilt-free bullying." Olivia laughs and says, "Yeah, she totally loves it. I bet she could cum from pain alone." The tattooed girl says, "Oh my god, that would be hilarious." "Yeah?" Olivia asks. "Wanna try? Stomp on her balls?" "Yes!" the tattooed girl replies, bouncing a bit. "Fuck yeah," the horniest girl says, simultaneously. "Kay," Olivia replies. She crawls to the textbook she threw on the floor and places it underneath Bailey then looks up and says, "Sit down and place your balls on this." Bailey looks at the prude and they both grimace. When Olivia sees that, she turns to the prude and says, "Stop being an asshole. You're making her self-conscious." The prude yells, "No I'm not! She just doesn't want to do it!" "Since when do you care what she wants," Olivia asks. "Besides, you're wrong." She wraps her hand around the base of Bailey's scrotum and pushes her thumb upward into one, leaving an imprint into it. Bailey gasps and closes her eyes. A moment later she bites her lower lip and her penis bobs, which makes Olivia smile. "Wouldn't this feel better if it was our feet doing it?" Bailey blushes then coughs. She opens her eyes to look at the prude then quickly looks away. "Yes, ma'am." The prude's mouth falls open. Olivia gives a satisfied smile and moves her thumb to crush the other testicle. Bailey moans and starts rubbing her thighs. "I thought so," Olivia says. "You're not just saying that are you? I mean, it's not like you're being coerced in any way, right?" Olivia grins as she pushes harder and twists her thumb like she's putting out a cigarette. A smile grows on the corner of Bailey's face and she says with a huff, "No, ma'am." She whispers, "I promise ma'am." The prude yells, "What the hell, Bailey? What was with the shy act when we first got here?" Olivia crushes the two testicles together in one hand then answers on Bailey's behalf. "Well, we can be pretty intimidating as a group and I heard the gangs in her school are really violent. When she first saw us, she probably thought we were going to beat her up or something. That was before she realized we were sweet, kind-hearted girls. Isn't that right?" Olivia makes a claw with her hand and digs her nails into the testicles. The pain makes Bailey gasp and put her hand on Olivia's shoulder. "Yes, ma'am." "Aww," Olivia giggles. She turns to the prude and grins. "I really like her. She's like the only one around here that gets us." The two horny girls laugh but the prude is still coming to terms with Bailey's masochistic tendencies. Olivia tugs on the scrotum and says, "Down. On the book." [[Testicle trampling? For Bailey's well-being, you decide to go to the dorms, break this up, and put everyone in their own rooms.->Office]] [[Actually, you're intrigued. Is Bailey capable of cumming from pain alone?->BaileyCbt5]]

Olivia pulls Bailey, by her testicles, to the floor and puts the book between her legs, then she stretches the sack and places it on top of the hardcover book. "Here," she says, "I'm not your slave, you hold them." "Yes, ma'am," Bailey replies as she holds her testicles on the book. The end of her sack still looks pink and warm from all the previous abuse, but her penis has become semi-hard at this point, probably from all the conversation. Olivia takes off her shoes and socks as she says, "Me first." Bailey looks pretty nervous or excited for what's coming next. It's kind of hard for you to tell. The horniest girl licks her lips and says, "Can I touch it while you do it? Just... you know? I didn't get much time earlier." Olivia shrugs and says, "Knock yourself out. But you gotta let go long before she cums. She only gets to cum from pain." The girl grins and nods as she stares at the penis. Then she crawls on all fours to it and starts stroking the member up and down. She uses a very light grip to avoid any chafing. It seems to be more about her than Bailey. The girl just wants to feel it in her hands. Olivia hovers her foot above the testicles and lifts Bailey's chin with her finger. "I want to look at your face when I do this. It's more fun that way." "Yes, ma'am," she replies. Her face instantly blushes. The horniest girl says, "Ooh! It's getting hard already." "I'll bet," Olivia mutters. She taps her foot against her friend's hand to indicate that she needs to list the penis straight up so she has room to step. Then Olivia places the ball of her toes on both testicles at once and moves her foot back and forth. The movement crushes and rolls the testicles against the book. The pain causes Bailey gasp and grab Olivia's ankle with her free hand. Olivia grins and in an almost motherly tone, says to Bailey, "You're OK." Bailey trembles and looks up at Olivia with puppy dog eyes, but then nods her head and slowly releases Olivia's ankle. Olivia continues pressing and rolling the testicles on the book and you watch Bailey's free hand turn into a claw and her face contort to a grimace. When she can't take the pain anymore, she lets out a slow groan that the other girls laugh at, even the prude. Olivia furrows her brow and looks down at her foot. "You slut, you leaked on me." She lifts her foot off Bailey's testicles, who slumps and starts panting, then she drags the pre-cum off her foot by brushing it against Bailey's sleeve. "Tch, that's gross. Who's next?" The horniest girl is too busy being enthralled by the penis to reply. She ignores the question and mentions how it's hard as a rock. Now that there's room to put it there, her face is an inch away from the penis, and she's running her fingers repeatedly down the veiny shaft like it's some sort of pet, then she sticks out her tongue and licks it on the side from the base to the tip. The tattooed girl bounces as she says, "Me, me, me!" After kicking off one shoe and leaving her sock on, she steps up to the book. Slowly, she lowers her foot onto the testicles. Olivia rolled her feet back and forth, but this girl is crushing them by applying force straight down. You watch her leg straighten as it crushes harder and harder and Bailey's groan becomes louder and louder. All the girls giggle except for the horniest. She's just staring and stroking at the penis, undeterred by the sticky pre-cum that continues to seep out onto her knuckles. Eventually the tattooed girl's knee buckles and she almost loses her balance. The round testicles are challenging to hold in place on the flat surface and the more force you apply, the likelier they are to slip out from under you, and that's exactly what just happened. Immediately after the girl's foot slips, Bailey squeezes her eyes closed, opens her mouth wide, and crunches forward as she grabs her testicles with both hands and caresses the one that slipped to relieve the pain. She opens her eyes and hisses through her teeth, looking at her torturers for some sympathy. That was clearly very painful for her, but the girls just laugh. The prude tries to hide it by covering her face with her mouth, but then she says, "Alright, that was pretty funny." Olivia smiles and says, "You should try. Come on, it's fun." "Ew, no. I don't want to get slime all over my feet." "Then just keep your shoes on," Olivia says. "Come on," she exhorts, "bet you could use your full weight." The prude glances side to side then her face lights up. "Yeah?" Bailey shakes her head and interrupts, "No, ma'am. I don't think I can handle that." Olivia furrows her brow and replies, "Well, have you tried it before?" "No, ma'am, but-" "- Look, Bailey," Olivia interrupts, "at first we thought you were fun but you're acting a really close minded and selfish right now." "Yeah," the prude pouts, "I didn't even get a chance to do it yet. I wanna try now, too." Olivia says, "You want to be our friend, right?" Everyone grins at Bailey until she fidgets and looks at the floor. With a frown on her face, she timidly nods. It's strange that the horniest girl is still stroking her and barely contributing to the conversation, and Bailey doesn't seem to pay attention to it either. Yet it's obvious Bailey is enjoying it because she's fully erect and sticky pre-cum is completely coating the horniest girl's knuckles, a sign that Bailey is extremely close to an orgasm. "Well," Olivia continues, "we don't hang out with unfair people. So if you want to be friends with us, you gotta show us you're fair. It's kind of fucked up that you let me do it and not her." "Yeah," the prude snorts, "come on. It's not a big deal." Bailey frowns and says, "But-" The tattooed girl rolls her eyes and says, "Seriously, you're being a pussy right now." The prude steps forward and kneels until she's eye level with Bailey. She smiles as she says, "Don't you want to be my friend?" Bailey's lip trembles and she glances at Olivia who smiles and nods back at her. She's starting to lose her erection. Bailey shrugs and nods at the prude at the same time. "Well?" Olivia asks. Bailey looks uncertain as she places her testicles back on the book. Olivia smiles and pats her on the back and the other girls cheer. Bailey gives a flickering smile from all the encouragement but Olivia stops the celebration early when she looks down at her penis and says, "Jesus, you're still stroking? You should have stopped that ages ago." The horniest girl pleads, "Please? Just 5 more minutes." "No," Olivia snaps, "she only gets to cum from pain." The horniest girl lets go and pouts then disrespectfully rubs her wet hand off on Bailey's carpet. She sits up straight suddenly and says, "Oh, what if I give her the world's worst blowjob?" Pointing at her teeth, she explains, "I'll only use my teeth." Olivia sneers and says, "OK, that's a good idea." She looks to the side then looks back. "Oh, and you should bite really hard if she cums." Bailey's eyes grow wide and she shakes her head so Olivia pats her back to reassure her. "Don't worry, not hard enough to make you bleed or anything, just to, like, stop your cum from coming out." Bailey says, "No-" But the horniest girl interrupts and says, "Yes!" Having just been given permission from Olivia, she jumps at the penis and nibbles on the head using only her teeth. You zoom in to inspect the girl's technique. Her head is turned sideways and her teeth are hooked under the ridge of the head. As she gnaws on it, she shifts her lower jaw each bite, ensuring that Bailey gets a different sensation each time. Bailey inhales deeply and sighs with a smile on her face. Evidently, it feels good enough to stop her protests. "That's good," Olivia says, "but keep your hands off it. Remember, she only gets to cum from pain." If this continues as planned, Olivia will certainly get her wish of a pain-only orgasm. The prude will be placing her full weight on Bailey's testicles and when - or if - she cums, the horniest girl plans to bite down hard enough to stop the flow. [[For Bailey's well-being, you decide to go to the dorms, break this up, and put everyone in their own rooms.->Office]] [[You still want to watch. Is Bailey capable of cumming from pain alone?->BaileyCbt6]]

The horniest girl's head partially obstructs the testicles so Olivia says, "Pull them out further." Bailey has to tighten her grip around the base to pull without letting them slip through. "There you go." She looks up at the prude and says, "Have fun!" "Ew," she replies. "They look so weird." She hovers her shoe over the testicles to block her own view of them, then giggles, "Much better." Her head tilts when she address Bailey. "Hey, maybe when I'm done it won't look so gross?" She smiles as she lowers her foot until her shoe is on them. Bailey starts to breathe extremely fast as she prepares for what's next and the prude giggles at the effect she's having. You notice a clear thread of liquid drip out of the horniest girl's mouth, but you're not sure if it's spit or pre-cum. The prude bends a bit and puts both hands on her knee that's under the testicle, then she pushes against her knee to put all her weight onto it. Bailey lets out a guttural moan, louder than any you've heard so far. She lifts her head back and starts shaking her legs while groaning louder and louder. Olivia claps as she cheers, "Yes! You're doing it!" You see the prude's other foot lift an inch off the ground and, for a moment, she's precariously balancing her body on one leg with her full weight on the testicles. Bailey cries in pain until the prude puts her foot back on the floor and when she steps off the scrotum she's showered with encouragement from the other girls. The sack looks flattened and there's a little dirt from where the shoe was, but what's most noticeable is the little triangle imprints from the shoe's tread marks. "That was awesome," the prude says. "Yeah," Olivia says. "Look at the marks!" The prude's eyes open wide when she looks at them then she smiles at Bailey. "See? I told you I'd make it look better." Olivia "oohs" as she runs her fingertip along the textured scrotum, then she looks at the horniest girl and says, "You wanna go?" But she's happy just where she is. She smiles while chewing on Bailey's tip, bites down, and shakes her head. "Nuh-uh." You see another drop of spit or pre-cum dribble out of her mouth as she shakes. Olivia faces the tattooed girl to ask her but the prude raises her hand and says, "Can I go again? I didn't get to go that long." Olivia looks at the tattooed girl to see if she's OK with the prude going again and the tattooed girl nods with excitement. "Are you kidding? Of course!" Olivia says, "Have a ball." The prude rolls her eyes and says, "Pft, dumb joke," as she aligns her shoe over the testicles. She lifts her arms to the sides and says, "Help me balance?" The tattooed girl stands behind the prude with her arms out, ready to support the prude if she's about to fall. "Thanks!" the prude says as she pushes off the testicles with her full weight. Bailey lifts her head back, howls, and grabs the shoe with both hands to lift it off her, but Olivia immediately grabs Bailey's hands and pins her arms behind her back. She laughs as she says, "No, no, no." Bailey grunts rhythmically for a few seconds, then lets out a loud groan. She starts screaming, "Please, ma'am. Please! I can't take it." But the sadistic girls just burst out laughing. The prude looks down and smiles at Bailey with glee, wobbling a bit, but never enough to fall. She does a great job of keeping her shoe centered on the testicles. Bailey pathetically screams for mercy but it just makes the girls laugh harder. Eventually, she bows her head and starts whimpering, then does something unexpected: She stops screaming and starts kissing the prude's leg. The girls pause for a moment to watch what Bailey's doing. Olivia smiles but shrugs. Even the horniest girl stops biting and turns to face the prude. You're barely able to hear something so you lean in and tilt your head to the speaker. It's Bailey: Each time she kisses the prude's leg, she's whispering, "Thank you." The prude finally laughs at Bailey and says, "You're a freak," and once she says that, the room starts laughing at her again. Bailey's legs start to shiver and she kisses the leg much more passionately. She lifts her head to the ceiling and groans, then with a shuddering voice whispers, "Yes!" The prude's eyes bug out and she points down. "Look!" It's a jet of milky semen that just shot out of Bailey and splattered onto her shoe. When the horniest girl notices, she panics, but sticks to the plan. She scrambles to put the tip of the orgasming member in her mouth and bites down on the head to prevent the passage of semen. Unfortunately, this blocks your view of the action. Bailey's eyes bug out and she screams as she jerks her hips back, but the prude's weight on her testicles holds Bailey in place. Her jumping back did nothing but stretch her scrotum. She jerks her shoulders to free her arms, but Olivia still has them securely pinned. The tattooed girl says, "Let me see, let me see," as she holds the horniest girl's hair back in a pony tail and inspects the shaft. She looks back at Olivia with a huge smile and describes what she sees over Bailey's screams. "It's throbbing, like this -" She sticks her hand out like she's holding onto a staff then pulse her fingers open and closed while she says, "- thump, thump... thump, thump..." Olivia asks the horniest girl, "Are you holding it in?" You see her head bob up and down to say yes and the girls stir with some excitement at Bailey's discomfort. Bailey's whole body slumps then trembles as her painful retrograde ejaculation comes to an end. She whimpers from the weight on her testicles and trembles as she leans in to kiss the leg some more. The prude squints and says, "I never said you could do that, you freak," as she pushes Bailey's head back with both hands. This causes the prude to lose her balance and step off the testicles. Bailey exhales loudly and slumps as the weight is removed from her scrotum. The triangle indents are even more pronounced than before and the top of her scrotum looks crushed and pale, but it immediately starts to regain its color. With that pain out of the way, Bailey's attention focuses on the teeth cinching her penis head. Her arms are still pinned behind her back but she looks down at the horniest girl's head and whimpers. Olivia says, "Wanna let go now?" The horniest girl shakes her head and says, "Nuh-uh," through her teeth, then slurps. "Come on," Olivia says, "let's see it." The girl loosens her jaw and thin threads of spit snap off her teeth as she pulls her head away. Bailey hisses and gasps in pain as the circulation returns. You can see the deep teeth marks all around Bailey's penis head. The center of each tooth mark is a bright red color. Olivia lets go of Bailey's arms to reach around her and feel the indents, oohing and ahhing as she rolls the head between her thumb and index finger. Bailey hisses again when her painful tip is massaged, but Olivia only remarks that the teeth marks are impressively deep. "Tch," the prude says, "you got your snot all over my shoes. Now I've gotta do laundry." Olivia says, "Don't forget to do mine while you're at it. You have to do all my chores for 2 weeks." "What? Why two?" "Because," she says, "you all lost the bet and that's one week. Then you all had fun with our new friend. That's another week." The prude curls her lip and yells at Bailey, "You stupid bitch. That wasn't... guh!" She makes a fist and punches her own thigh. "Some friend you are." Her nostrils flare as she stares. "Clean off my shoes right now." Bailey rapidly nods and says, "Yes, ma'am." She winces in pain as she gets up to grab a Kleenex. "No, bitch. With your mouth." Bailey hesitates, then says, "Yes, ma'am." It looks like the show's almost over. Do you want to watch this last part, or go back to your office? [[Go back to your office.->Office]] [[You should watch this until the end, just to make sure Bailey is safe.->BaileyCbt7]]

Olivia and the tattooed girl sit on the bed together and start a conversation whereas the horniest girl gets behind Bailey as she gets on all fours to lap up the semen that spilled on the prude's shoes. The prude crosses her arms and taps her other foot as Bailey runs her tongue along the white trail of sperm like a cat. "Come on," she says. "We've got other shit to do tonight you know." The task isn't easy because the sneakers have absorbed a lot of the sperm already. The horniest girl giggles and says, "Look, she's drooling out of her dick." "What?" Olivia asks as she and the other girl hop off the bed to get a better view. They all squat down to look at Bailey from behind. The tip of her penis has a thick string rhythmically dangling back and forth as she licks the shoe. "Wow," the horniest girl says. She lifts her palm up and tries to get the string to land on the tip of her finger, but it touches and sticks to the side of her index finger instead. Turning to Olivia and grinning, she makes an OK symbol with her free hand and moves it up and down. Then she points at herself and whispers, "Can I?" "Sure," Olivia replies. The girl mouths the word, "Thanks," then wraps the OK sign tightly around the base of Bailey's semi-hard shaft, causing her to let out a surprised groan, but she doesn't stop licking. As the girl slides her OK sign down the shaft and it extrudes thick semen into her palm. Olivia chuckles and says, "Hey Bailey, I hope you're hungry for more." The horniest girl opens her mouth wide with excitement. The prude glares at Bailey and gently kicks her shoulder then says, "That's obviously the best you can do, stop wasting my time." She sits on the bed and pouts while the other 3 continue to have fun. The horniest crawls over to Bailey's front and places her semen filled palm under Bailey's face. She obediently lowers her lips into the puddle of semen and starts slurping, but the horniest says, "Can you use only your tongue? It'll last longer." Bailey swallows and frowns, then says, "Yes, ma'am." The tattooed girl sits down on Bailey's back, watches her lick up the sticky puddle, then smiles at Olivia and asks, "What else should we do tonight?" Olivia stands up and kicks Bailey hard in the testicles, lifting her backside up a bit. She grunts as her penis slaps back and forth and a thin thread of semen oscillates from her penis. "I dunno..." She kicks Bailey again and she groans louder. She recently came, but her penis is starting to become hard again. "We could check up on Mia." "Pft," the tattooed girl replies, "you say that every night." At Bailey's front, the horniest girl jokes, "Lick slower, you're going to get a tummy ache." None of the other girls seem to be acknowledging that Bailey's being kicked full force in the testicles right now. Everyone but Bailey acts like this is some everyday, mundane event. She gets kicked again and the force pushes her face into the horniest girl's palm. It's as if she didn't notice when the horniest girl tilts her head and asks, "Does it taste bad? It smells bad." "Yes, ma'am." The horniest girl smiles ear to ear and nods. Apparently, that's the answer she wanted to hear. "Ooh," the girl says as she holds up her palm. "It couldn't have been that bad, you gobbled it all up." The tattooed girl stands up off of Bailey's back and says, "Come on. We're going to Mia's." The prude groans, "Mia's? Alright..." The girls mosey to the door and gossip as Bailey rushes to put her panties on and wipes off her face. Then she tries to follow them out the door, but the prude turns around and asks, "What are you doing?" Bailey points at the tattooed girl and says, "She said Mia's?" Olivia laughs, "She meant us, not you." Bailey frowns and looks at the floor. "Oh." The horniest girl laughs and says, "Don't worry, we're still friends as she leaves the room and shuts the door behind her." Bailey slumps and kneels on the floor. She eyes her semen-glazed textbook and sighs. "Well, at least they're nicer than the girls at my school." [[Office]]

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You scan the cameras at night and notice that Casey's room is empty. Scanning the other rooms, you wonder where she could be. At this time of night, it's not unusual for the students to visit each other, but you do lock the dormitory so they can't get to other parts of the school. As you look at each camera, you notice lots of other empty rooms but for some reason, you want to find Casey. You just have this strange feeling she's up to something interesting. You finally find her in Kira's room. Kira is the chubby, sweet girl who measured Casey's feet in math class. They both seem to be sitting on the same side of Kira's bed but they're far away from each other. Kira itches her forearm and looks away from Casey when you catch the end of Casey saying something. "You don't have to. Only if you want." Kira pauses, looks further away, then nods her head up and down. Casey lights up and says, "Yeah?" Kira nods again and sighs. She leans away from Casey, turns to face her, then asks, "Is this a trick?" Casey covers her mouth and laughs, but Kira's expression doesn't change. "Oh, you're serious?" Casey furrows her brow and looks insulted. "No, it's not a trick." Kira looks down and fidgets. "Well... Nobody's ever asked me that before. What do we do?" Casey laughs and says, "You don't have to overthink it. We could just, I dunno..." She scoots closer to Kira. Kira, stiffens her posture then scoots herself further away and her leg bangs into her nightstand. You're not sure if she even felt it. She stammers, "But, I don't know what I'm doing. What if I mess up? I-I... everyone thinks I'm weird..." Casey scoots in closer and giggles, "Yeah, you're definitely a dork." Kira covers her face with both hands, shakes her head, and starts groaning. Casey scoots in one last time and now they're side by side. Through her hands, Kira says, "Ugh! This is so... I dunno!" She nervously bounces her heels on the ground while Casey waits for Kira to calm down. You can't help but notice Casey has had a grin on her face the whole time. Eventually Kira lowers her hands to her mouth and reveals her bright red face then she looks Casey up and down. She whispers, "Why are you so close? Is that normal?" Casey says, "Well, we can't do it from across the room now, can we?" Kira shakes her head. She looks terrified. "Ready?" Kira doesn't answer but she extends her arm that's furthest from Casey. Her hand trembles as she hovers it above Casey's thigh. Casey looks down and giggles then asks, "You sure you're ready?" Kira closes her eyes and nods. Casey says, "OK, here it goes!" She places her palm against Kira's and their fingers interlock. Kira bounces her legs again and Casey whispers, "You're doing it," which makes Kira bounce even faster. Wait a second... this whole build up was just about holding hands? [[Continue->CaseyKiraDate2]]\ <<chardetail "Casey" "On cam, you watched a big buildup for her to hold Kira's hand.">><<chardetail "Kira" "On cam, you watched a big buildup for her to hold Casey's hand.">>

After a few seconds, Kira inhales deeply and smiles. She looks at their hands then scans up to Casey's eyes. It's probably the first time Kira's looked at Casey since you've been watching. Casey nudges her shoulder against Kira's and teases, "What are you looking at, dork?" Kira bites her lower lip then looks away. She stops bouncing and starts swinging her legs back and forth. "I was so nervous." She looks down at her their hands and says, "Now I feel silly." "Yeah," Casey agrees. "I mean, you already -" She holds her leg out and looks at her foot. "- You know... In math class." "That's different!" "Why's that different," Casey asks. "Because, I didn't know you liked //me//. I just thought you liked what I was doing. Like, anyone could have done it." Casey scoffs and says, "Who says I like you?" Kira slumps and looks down then mutters, "Oh." "Hey!" Casey says as she shakes Kira's thigh with her free hand. "I was just kidding." Kira whispers, "No you weren't. No one would..." She turns her head and sighs without finishing her sentence then she lets go of Casey's hand and straightens out her skirt. Casey tries to make eye contact again. When the look isn't reciprocated, her smile slowly fades as she realizes how much that comment hurt Kira. After bouncing on the bed once, Casey shakes her again and says, "Come on..." When Kira doesn't cheer up, Casey looks around the room and starts to mirror Kira's posture, then Casey sighs and says, "Oh... all right." She leans in and gives Kira a light peck on the cheek. Kira's eyes widen and she pets the spot that Casey kissed. She turns bright red again then looks at Casey. They're both blushing. "See?" Casey asks. Kira nods and Casey grabs her hand again. They both start to giggle nervously until they look into each other's eyes. When their gaze meets, Kira gets nervous and looks down at their hands. After Casey runs her free palm down the back of Kira's hand, Kira breathes heavy, swallows hard, then whispers, "What do we do now?" Just then there's a knock on the door. They let go of each other's hands and Casey jumps to the other end of the bed. Kira clears her throat, straightens her skirt, and says, "Come in." Two students walk in and one of them says, "We're bored!" She sits down between Casey and Kira and asks, "What are you guys doing?" "Nothing!" they both say. Those two students couldn't have come at a worse time, but they're so self absorbed they don't realize they just interrupted an intimate moment. As the 4 of them hang out, you notice Casey and Kira not-so-subtly exchange glances and smile at each other when they think the other two don't notice. It's kind of cute, but you're annoyed that those other students ruined the mood. Hopefully you can catch the next time Casey and Kira hang out together. [[Office]]

Back when you started working with the Anonymous Benefactor you would write stories at the end of the day to describe what transpired. Back then, things were tame, but when AB began requesting more perverted classes you begged for cameras to be installed everywhere because you were terrified someone would escape without you noticing. AB liked the idea as long as they could watch and listen to everything that was recorded and as long as you continued writing your take of what happened. You agreed and a few weeks ago AB installed closed-circuit television cameras everywhere. Only you and AB know that they're installed, they're very well hidden, and they're everywhere! For example, each dorm room has 6 cameras installed. This allows you to see any scene that unfolds in a room no matter how the student decides to lay out her room. You would have preferred to tell the teachers, but AB instructed you not to. In the end, you're glad you listened, because you often catch them doing interesting things that they probably wouldn't do if they knew you were watching. You unlock a door in your office that leads to the surveillance TVs. The room has another desk with two large, touch-screen monitors on it. It's about the size of a closet and it can't fit much more than that. The smaller monitor is off to the side and has a grid on it. Each cell of the grid shows a small video stream of what a camera is capturing. If you touch one of the cells on that grid, a large video of it shows up on the larger monitor and lets you hear the audio. The equipment is pretty high tech. You can drag your finger on the large monitor to change the angle of the camera and pinch and pull to zoom in and out, respectively. Plus, the way it captures audio is amazing. You can hear what people are saying even when they're whispering. Unfortunately, there's nothing interesting to be found on the TVs at this time. It's between classes and the students are walking through the halls to get to their next class. [[Office]]<<nobr>> <<set $camerasSetup to true>> <<if $fp_pee>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("KiraPee")>> <</if>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("OliviaBullies")>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("OliviaPantsing")>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("MonetAndDarwin")>> <</nobr>>

You turn your attention to the PE shower rooms to watch the class you just visited. Jessie has just gone through a large ordeal so you're particularly interested in how she'll react. She's bent over with one of her hands against the shower wall while the shower sprays on her back. A small group of showering students has gathered around her. The girls are usually very timid about their naked bodies and do whatever they can to avoid looking at each other when in the shower. You suppose those social norms relax somewhat when another girl is in pain and needs some support. One of the girls timidly asks, "Jessie? Are you OK?" She shakes her head but says, "I'll be fine. Mrs. Ball always picks on me so I'm used to it." Kira, the chubby girl, steps forward and asks, "Does it still hurt?" Without facing the girl or removing her hand from the wall, Jessie nods and sniffs. Kira reaches out like she's going to rub Jessie's back then stops herself. She asks, "Is there anything I can do to help? Or to make it feel better?" Jessie shakes her head without saying anything. After slowing reaching to Jessie's back, Kira starts rubbing and says, "I'm sorry I helped them." On hearing that, Jessie turns around and gives Kira a hug. Kira's body stiffens at first and she says, "oh!" Then she wraps her arms around Jessie and continues to rub her back. Jessie says, "It's not your fault. You were just doing what they told you." "Ooh," Jessie hisses through her teeth as she pushes Kira back a bit and starts rubbing her tender breast. Before averting her eyes, Kira looks down at it and blushes. "It hurts a lot. I shouldn't hug." They let go of each other. "Thanks Kira. You're sweet." Kira shuffles her feet and clears her throat. She looks at the floor and fidgets as she says, "If it feels good, I could rub your back while you shower?" You see Jessie smile for the first time. She laughs and blurts out, "You're weird," and the group joins in on the laughter. Kira frowns and starts to walk away, but Jessie says, "No wait. I meant... Nicer than normal. Yeah... That was rude, sorry." Kira faces Jessie and flickers a smile. She waits awkwardly for a reply to her question, but it takes Jessie a moment to realize it's still on the table. Jessie replies, "Oh... well..." Her eyes bounce around at the other students in the group. Jessie says, "Uh, maybe when... we're less naked?" "Yeah?" Kira says with some excitement. "OK!" She leaves the group to finish showering. You have a feeling Kira's expecting to be able to rub Jessie's back as soon as they're done but you're pretty sure that's not what Jessie meant. When she leaves, the rest of the group snickers but Jessie seems to be in a better mood than before. She stands up straight and smiles as she takes the rest of her shower. [[See what else is going on in the locker room.->OliviaStealsClothes]] [[Office]]<<chardetail "Kira" "She offered to give Jessie a back rub to make her feel better after her breast was tortured.">><<chardetail "Jessie" "Kira cheered her up in the showers after Jessie's breast was tortured.">>

You watch the surveillance cameras and notice that Kira, the chubbiest girl in the school who also happens to be the kindest, has just entered a stall is about to sit down. She tears off pieces of toilet paper to line the rim of the toilet seat while bouncing up and down and saying, "I have to pee so bad." [[Continue watching.->KiraPee2]] [[Go back to your office.->Office]]

Kira rushes to pull down her panties and lifts her skirt as she sits down. From above, you can see her feet bounce as she waits to release her stream. You click on the toilet cam to get a close up view. Like the rest of her body, the vulva is nice and plump. She sits with her legs closed so you can't see anything between her two fat labia majora, but it's still a nice view. She sighs and a golden stream dribbles out of her. It makes a dripping sound as it spills into the bowl. After rubbing her inner thighs near the knees, she moans as a stream of urine shoots out in a strong jet. As you listen to the hissing sound of her stream, her hands migrate to her inner thighs and she spreads them just enough for her lips to part. It's nice and red inside her vagina and everything between her lips has this impression that it's slightly sticky. <<if $fp_peehole>>You'd love to be able to see her dilated pee hole, but the stream of urine blocks your view. <</if>> The stream dies down to a slow trickle and you change the camera to watch Kira's face. She looks relieved. With a smile on her face, she tears some toilet paper. You quickly change the camera back to watch her wipe up close. She lifts the side of her bottom, rubs the toilet paper from front to back between her lips, and drops it into the bowl. After repeating this two more times, a bit of toilet paper tears off between her inner lips and sticks on her skin. Fortunately for you, Kira notices this. She pulls her inner lip back and you get to see the piece is stuck on the inside of her labia majora. When she peels it back, you get to see how nice and red everything is on the inside. You even get a peek at her tiny clit, though her lips are so fat and puffy it's kind of hard to make out. She scrapes her nail across the toilet paper a few times before she is able to peel it off and flick it into the bowl. She yawns loudly, gets up, washes her hands, and leaves the restroom. You can see her head to her next class in the hallway cameras. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Kira" "You watched her pee on cam.">>

You check the dorms at night and catch something interesting: Luna, the large African-American trans girl is masturbating in the nude on top of her sheets. Her muscular calves dangle over the side of the bed as she tilts her head upward and strokes herself. Her technique is a little strange. She's circling her index finger around on just one spot on her shaft, right below her penis head. As you listen to her labored breathing you think about how you never would have thought of touching her that way. Her shaft is so large you've always just assumed she wants the whole thing stroked. Luna is notoriously difficult to bring to orgasm and you wonder if, using this technique on her, you'd be able to achieve it. <<linkreplace "You zoom in on the camera to get a closer look at how she does it.">> Once the camera's zoomed in so far it barely fits more than Luna's finger, you can really get a sense for what she likes. Her finger barely brushes against her shaft. You can tell because the skin underneath her finger is not moving or wrinkling much and it glistens because Luna will occasionally stick her finger in her mouth to lubricate her favorite spot. Her large penis head very slowly expands then contracts, almost as if it's breathing. When it contracts, you notice little wrinkles that run down the head toward the base of the shaft. Those little wrinkles expand and disappear when the head does. After watching a while you notice she's extra diligent about avoiding the head itself. Her finger gets very close to it, but does not make contact. This might be because it's extra sensitive. Satisfied you've learned her technique, you zoom out. <</linkreplace>> It's a surprising contrast: Her penis is so large, yet she prefers to rub this one tiny spot when she masturbates. The nice thing about this is it lets you see almost every inch of the shaft since she's not blocking your view with her hand. Her taint twitches, her penis bobs, and she moans then whispers, "I'm close." You center the camera around her crotch so you get a nice show when it happens. But, rather than continue circling with her index finger, she lifts her legs back, curls her spine, and puts her knees by her ears. It looks like an incredibly uncomfortable position. Her neck looks like it's bent in a 90 degree angle as she lowers her hips to her mouth and is actually able to suck the tip of her penis. You had no idea Luna was this flexible. You change to another camera and zoom in on her lips. Her mouth is wrapped around just the head and her lips purse and pucker repeatedly. As she sucks, you see her taint pulsate. Her lips move even faster and she starts to moan. You zoom out a bit and notice how tight and wrinkled her scrotum looks. There's almost no slack in it. When she sucks at the same time she circles her finger on the shaft, it seems to put her over the edge. You hear her moan through her lips and her taint and anus begin to frantically twitch. It looks like her penis is trying to bob, but the suction Luna has on the head prevents it from moving too much. Luna whimpers as she sucks. For a moment the penis slips out of her mouth and some semen spills down the corner of her cheek and down her chin. She quickly wraps her mouth around her throbbing head to prevent it from making more of a mess. As she moans, the shaft slows and eventually stops bobbing. Luna uncurls her body and lowers her body to the bed. Zooming in on her face, you watch with interest as you wonder if she's going to swallow. It seems like an eternity as Luna just lays there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. But then she wipes off the side of her chin and spits the semen into a bunch of tissue papers she prepared on the side of her pillow. You think, maybe you can teach her to swallow it later and then a whole series of dirty fantasies pop into your head. What if one of your students was wearing a strap on and had sex with Luna as she blows herself? What if you had a class where you taught students Luna's favorite spot? What if you did both at the same time? What if you put a gag on her after she came into her mouth so she couldn't spit it out? What if you had the other trans girls cum into her mouth before you put the gag on? You feel yourself getting warm. Unfortunately, Luna seems to be done for the night but you have a feeling you'll be fantasizing about these ideas when you go to bed. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "You watch her give herself oral sex on cam.">>

On camera you catch Mia walking into the restroom. Before the door shuts she yells, "I'll see you in class soon!" When the door closes, she giggles and whispers, "But don't wait up." She frowns and rubs her belly as she walks to a stall then adds, "Because I've been holding this in since I woke up." It seems what Mia's trying to not-so-subtly say is, she needs to go "Number 2". [[That's not my thing. Go back to your Office.->Office]] [[You're not proud of it, but you'd like to see what that looks like up close.->MiaToiletScat2]]

Mia gets in the stall and rubs her stomach as she sits down. You notice she doesn't line the seat with a protective covering. She sits there and sighs then says, "This is gonna feel so good. I've been holding you for so long." She grunts and holds her belly with both hands so you quickly switch the camera to see if she's emptying her bowels, but it's actually the opposite: Her anus is clenched tight. You change to the overhead camera and see her lower a hand between her legs. "What is she doing," you ask yourself. When you change back to the toilet cam, you see her middle finger is nestled between her labia and she's circling her hand around. She whimpers once and you notice two things. One, she starts rubbing herself more frantically, and, two, her anus puckers and protrudes. You think she might poo, but her anus just stays puckered like that. Mia seems to be getting some sort of pleasure from holding it in. She groans and rests her chest on her thighs. You move the camera so you can view her anus from behind. Although now you can only see the back half of her anus, it gives you a better sense of how far it's bulging out. As her sphincter desperately clenches to hold the contents inside, you see the anus wrinkles stretch out and disappear, but at the same time the whole anus is growing longer. Just when you think you're about to see the anus gape, Mia groans, the wrinkles reappear, and her protruding anus rises up toward her body and flattens itself out. It seems like she pushed it back into her body, for now. It's hard to make up your mind about which camera you want to watch. On one hand, there's something appealing about watching her facial expressions as she struggles and grunts. But, on the other hand, you really want to watch a close up of her anus when it gapes. Maybe... hm. There's a smaller monitor to your side with the grid of all the school's cameras. Perhaps if you touch two of the cells at the same time... You smile when you see that it works just the way you wanted: The main monitor changes to display a split screen of both cameras at once. On the left side, you get a close up of Mia's face and on the right side is her anus. [img[images/mia_toilet_scat.png]] Mia sighs and smiles. She removes her hand from her crotch, spreads her fingers, and reaches back. Once the tip of her now-wet middle finger reaches her anus, she lightly taps on it. She bites her lower lip as she rests her middle fingertip on her anus and leaves it there. Her anus extends out again and when it does, it pushes against her finger. You zoom until her anus fills the right side of the screen and notice how the bottom of her fingertip is pressed against her tight sphincter. <<if $fp_farting>>"Pfff." Mia bites her lip then smiles. She just released a very small fart onto her fingertip. You were so zoomed in you saw how the sphincter loosened as it happened. The very tip of Mia's finger went inside her anus for the split second before the fart escaped and pushed her finger back out again. You could even see her anus vibrate slightly as it produced the noise. <</if>>\ She curls her index finger and repeatedly tickles the exit as the bulge fades once more into her body. You see faint threads of her vaginal juice connect from her finger to her anus as she strokes. Or maybe the threads of juice are actually from her feces. You're not sure. "Oh god," she hisses through her teeth as her eyebrows raise and pinch together. She sits up and puts both hands on her thighs. A stream of urine spills out of her and runs down her buttock to her crinkled anus. From there it trickles off of it into the bowl. One little bead of urine stays on the tip of the right side of her anus because there's not enough liquid for it to form a proper drop. It just hangs there trapped in the groove between two wrinkles. She grunts and squints one of her eyes. This time when her anus juts out, you're pretty sure she's about to go. [[Wait. I changed my mind. I don't want to watch this.->Office]] [[Continue.->MiaToiletScat3]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "You watched Mia poo on cam.">>

Finally, her sphincter gapes to the size of a dime. Although still entirely within her body, you can see the brown feces on the other side of the hole, then urine pours down her anus. She moans and the tip of the feces slowly lowers. The fecal matter is much wider than her anus, so it just stays there, with just the tip of it outside her body and the rest of it blocked by her tight hole. You can still make out the grooves of her anus, but the wrinkles are now gone and completely flat. She moans as her sphincter spreads even wider to let the dung pass through it. <<if $fp_farting>>You hear the tiny pop of another fart and then the<<else>>The<</if>> fecal log begins to slide out of her. You rush to zoom out in so you can see how long it is. It's different shades of brown and light brown, extremely firm, and made of deep crevices. As it lowers to the bowl, a couple nuggets attached to the tip break off and plop in, but the rest of it stays in one piece. It's incredibly long, almost dipping into the water before it starts to dangle and snaps off near Mia's anus. A long piece of torn feces is left hanging out of Mia's rectum. Her eyes are shut tight as she grunts and winks her hole. When it pinches, the piece that's hanging out of her gets squeezed and drops off into the bowl and her anus bulge flattens back up to her body. Having just pushed out a wide log, easily the size of a large dildo, her anus is now gaped, so you momentarily angle the camera upward to look inside her filthy hole. On the other side of the stained ring are her pink insides, but they're slowly disappearing from view as the sphincter slowly closes as it recovers from what it just expelled. When you no longer can see inside, you switch the camera back to where it was. Mia pants loudly, making her anus wink a few times. It now has a brown stain on the side that you look forward to watching her wipe off later. Once the winking stops, her anus trembles as it pokes out to extrude some more filth, but it looks like it's going to be much harder to push the rest out. She grunts and releases more urine. The yellow liquid mixes with the brown stain on her anus before it drips into the bowl. Then, rubbing her belly with both hands, she strains to get another nugget out. You zoom in so her anus fills the screen. The repeatedly repeatedly opens and closes like a fish's mouth and each time it opens, you see a fetid pebble move closer to the sphincter. When the fecal matter sticks halfway out of the tip of her anus, the "mouth" closes one last time and pushes the nugget out. The way the anus had to slide around the back of it kind of made it look like it was giving it one last kiss good-bye as it left. Her anus stops trying to push out any more waste. Mia opens her eyes and sits up straight. She's been good about keeping her middle finger off her clothes this whole time and now she smiles and looks down at it. Raising her hand to her face, her eyes cross a bit as she inspects her finger. Her nose crinkles as she leans her chin in and takes a tiny sniff. She bobs her head back, frowns, then whispers, "Gross." You're not sure if she is grossed out by the smell, the fact that she got some on her, or both. There's no trace of scat on her finger, but she may have brushed against some earlier when her fingertip tickled her anus<<if $fp_farting>> during her first fart<</if>>. She tears off a piece of toilet paper and is about to wipe off her finger, then stops herself. Mia bites her lip and looks side to side as she thinks. She looks down at her finger, smiles, and leans into it and sniffs much more aggressively, tilting her head to smell it at different angles. As she moans and smiles, her clean hand lowers to her crotch and she rubs herself. Then, to your disappointment, she cleans off her middle finger with the toilet paper. You zoom out and notice she throws it to the side of the bowl instead of inside. Without wiping off her bottom or flushing, she opens the stall door and washes her hands in the sink, focusing on her dirty middle finger. When she's done, she walks back to the stall and locks it behind her. [[Continue->MiaToiletScat4]]

Now that her hands are clean, she kneels on the bathroom floor and rests her forearms on top of the seat. Again you ask, "What is she doing?" You zoom in on her face and see that she's grinning as she looks at her long, firm poo while it floats on top of the yellow water. She closes her eyes and bites her lip as her nostrils flare, then she inhales deeply through her nose and slumps with a sigh. "So good," she says. She reaches an arm back between her legs and starts masturbating again. It's not frantic like before. This time her fingers move slowly around her vulva, slightly grazing her clit as she circles her hand. She tilts her head and rests it on her forearm and her face has an expression of relaxed bliss. She moans then licks her bottom lip as she picks up a little speed with her hand. Her chin bobs up and down as she breathes slowly through her nose and her eyes open just a crack, glistening with wetness, probably from the pungent smell. Despite this, she still appears extremely happy as she stares at her feces. A shiver runs through her body and she stiffens before relaxing again. Her hands pick up speed and she starts to moan. She trembles again but this time the intensity doesn't seem to subside and she groans as she pushes her forehead against her arm. Lifting her head, she lets out a high pitched squeal, then pushes all her weight against the toilet. Her hand drops and her body collapses, barely holding itself up against the toilet. She pants slowly through her nose and can barely open her eyes to look at her excrement. It takes a while before she has enough strength to move and the first thing she does is tear off some toilet paper and wipe off her behind with it. She looks at her wiping then tosses it in the bowl and repeats this until she's clean. Unfortunately, you can't get good view of this since her butt is near the floor by the stall door. Once sufficiently clean, she drops her hand on the handle and flushes her droppings. As it circles the bowl, a drop of toilet water splashes her face and she flinches then groans as she wipes it off of with her sleeve. It's interesting that Mia seems to love the feeling of pooing, and she clearly loves the smell, but she does not seem to be into touching it. At least not yet. She shakily stands, pulls up her panties, and runs to her next class. [[Office]]

You check the cameras and notice Ms. Darwin, the biology teacher, and Ms. Monet, the art teacher, talking in the hallways. Ms. Darwin is biting her nail and looking around anxiously and Ms. Monet seems to be trying to reassure her. You zoom in and listen to the conversation. Ms. Darwin says, "<<She>> seems really mean and aggressive." "Really?" Ms. Monet looks down and to the side to think before looking up. She says, "I think you just have that impression because you're new here. That's just <<her>> way of guiding you until you learn the ropes. In my experience, <<she>>'s very hands off." She smiles then adds, "Well, not literally." Ms. Darwin furrows her brow and says, "Yeah, well... Is there some way to escape this place?" Ms. Monet shakes her head and says, "I was apprehensive at first, too. But now, I don't even want to leave." Ms. Darwin scoffs and says, "I can't imagine liking this place. What do you see that I'm missing?" "Well, there's something fun about trying to come up with creative classroom exercises and finding a way to tie them back to your discipline. Other schools would give me a set curriculum I had to get through before the year ended. I mean, I'm exaggerating a little, but it felt like all you needed to do was read a sheet of paper to do the job. But here, you get to make up your own classes and I have almost complete creative control. It's how I thought teaching was supposed to work before I was in college." Ms. Darwin rolls her eyes and says, "In college you thought the students would take nude photos of you?" Ms. Monet chuckles and says, "Not that part. I meant the part where you come up with your own curriculum. But... that part has it's upsides, too." "Upsides?" "Yeah... I mean at first I didn't like it. But now..." Ms. Monet leans in and whispers, "it kind of gives me a power trip." Ms. Darwin breaks eye contact and frowns. "I know, I know," Ms. Monet says. "It's kind of sick. But, once you teach a class about 5 times I think you'll feel it, too. No disobedient students, complete respect, and they do whatever you tell them. And I mean 'whatever you tell them'." Ms. Monet looks up and bites her bottom lip, then says, "Trust me, it's addictive." Ms. Darwin sighs and looks down. "I dunno." "Well," Ms. Monet says, "no point moping around! Let me hear what you've got planned. I'm no biology expert, but I'm happy to help." [[You decide to go back to your office.->Office]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "On cam, she defended your methods when Ms. Darwin questioned them.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "On cam, she questioned your methods when Ms. Darwin defended them.">>

You watch the hall cameras and see Olivia with a group of her friends. Her short, blond hair stands out from the rest of the students. Another student walks past on her way to class. Olivia turns and says something to her, but you can't make out what it is with all the ambient conversations in the hallway. Whatever she said makes the student frown and hunch over then walk a bit faster to get to her class. Olivia and the group she's with all laugh together. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "Her posse and her bullied a random student in the halls.">>

The camera feed from Olivia's room shows her laying on her stomach on the floor of her dorm room, trying to read a biology book. Mia stands over her, tilts her head back to the ceiling, and lets out a heavy sigh. "Stop it, bitch! I'm trying to study." Mia replies, "But, I'm bored!" When Olivia ignores her, Mia stomps her foot on the floor and says, "I wanna play!" Without turning to look, Olivia swats behind her and slaps Mia's shin, but it only makes her giggle and say, "You totally missed my butt!" Olivia bares her teeth as she grabs Mia's ankle and lifts it up to make her lose her balance. Knowing she's about to fall, she twists her body and lands on her hands and knees, preventing any serious damage. As Mia laughs, Olivia throws her foot to the side and growls, "What did I just say?" Mia turns around to sit on her butt, covering her smile with her hand. "OK, OK, I'll be good." Olivia scowls at her before slowly turning back to her book. Soon after she starts scribbling notes on the pages, Mia grins while biting on her thumb and index finger. She gets on all fours and quietly crawls to Olivia, then lays down by her side. Olivia sighs loudly and tries her best to ignore her. Mia asks, "Is this for tomorrow's test on the excretory system?" Through grit teeth, Olivia says, "What gave it away? Is it the biology book I'm reading?" Mia pouts her lips then places her head on the floor, facing Olivia. For a while, the only noise in the room is the scribbling of Olivia's pen. Suddenly, Olivia furrows her brow, puts her pen down, and looks at Mia with her mouth agape. "Did you know the pee hole and the vagina are different holes?" Mia scoffs, pauses, then says, "Are you- you're serious?" She starts giggling uncontrollably. In the middle of her laughing fit, she rolls on her back and covers her face with both hands. A huge vein bulges out on Olivia's forehead as she sits up and throws her pen at Mia, hitting her on her shoulder, but Mia keeps laughing. Olivia kicks her hip to get her to shut up, but it's obvious she's using some restraint. She could really hurt Mia if she wanted to. Once her laughter dies down and Mia finally catches her breath, there's tears in her eyes. She inhales deeply with a huge smile on her face, wipes a tear, then laughs again as she blurts out, "Your whole life you thought your mom pissed you out?" Olivia's face goes red and she kicks Mia hard enough to move her a few inches. "Hey! That hurts." "Not as much as it's gonna hurt when I shove my pen up your urethra." While giggling, Mia says, "Like you could even find it." A smile flickers on Olivia's face and then she glares at Mia. She picks up the biology book, holds it open, and points at a cross section of the female excretory system. "I bet I could. I've got a map to it right here." She mushes the open book into Mia's face and they both start laughing. As Mia throws the book off her face, Olivia uses the opportunity to lay on top of her and pin her arms above her head. She touches her nose to Mia's and waits for her to stop laughing. Once she does, Olivia raises her eyebrows and asks, "You gonna be good now?" Mia mirrors the expression by raising her eyebrows in defiance then says, "Or what? You'll stick that pen up my pee hole?" She snorts and starts laughing again, then while making air quotes, she says, "AKA, my 'vagina'." "That's it," Olivia yells as she sits up and pins Mia down by her neck. She uses her other hand to remove Mia's panties while Mia kicks her legs to resist. Olivia's only able to pull the front down before Mia somehow turns around and gets on all fours. She squeals, "No, no, I was just kidding!" while trying to crawl away, but Olivia's able to get her hand around the back of the elastic and pull the panties down to Mia's knees. Mia's upper body collapses on the floor while laughing, and she reaches back to hold onto the side of her panties. A much stronger Olivia tries to yank them past her knees, but Mia's able to hold them at her side. She goads her on by shaking her head and saying, "You're not a piss baby! I didn't mean it." Olivia yanks again, much harder this time, and you hear a tearing sound as the panties come off Mia's legs. But, when Olivia tosses them over her shoulder, there's no indication that they've ripped anywhere. When Mia turns around Olivia's holding the pen straight up, gripping it at the end with her index finger and thumb. Mia grins at her while biting her index fingertip, and says, "You gotta be gentle though. It's my first time." Olivia tilts her head and says, "Wait, you're serious? I thought we were just joking around. Um, you know I'm not into pee." Mia frowns, sits up and clasps her hands together, then begs. "Please? You... you won't get dirty! I promise." Olivia looks skeptical. "I- I- I'll do it to myself while you watch. You don't even have to watch! Just help me aim it at first then you can turn your back. You... you can even leave. But... but... I'd like you to stay." Olivia crosses her arms and looks down on Mia. You'd wager she's about to say no. Mia hops up on her feet and gives Olivia a big hug, pulls her back, then says, "I promise I'll be good for the rest of the night. I'll even help you study." Olivia eyes the textbook and sighs. "OK but here are my conditions." Mia claps her hands in excitement. "You have to be good the rest of the night, we have to do it in the bathroom so we don't make a mess, and-" Mia smiles as she rapidly nods. "-I'm leaving as soon as I help you with your aim." Mia frowns and slumps. "But, don't you want to be there when it happens? It's my first time." "Those are my conditions, Mia." Mia whines. "Oh, alright. I can tell you mean it 'cause you said my name." Olivia shakes her head as she rolls her eyes. She lightly spanks Mia's bottom then says, "Come on, help me study." "Then the pen?" Olivia purses her lips then nods. "Then the pen." [[Urethra play isn't really your thing. You decide to stop watching.->Office]] [[It may take a while before they finish studying, but you're interested in sticking around to see what happens next.->OliviaMiaUrethraPlay2]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She used her pen as a sound in Mia's urethra.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "Her urethra was sounded with Olivia's pen.">>

"No way this is gonna fit," Olivia says as she looks up at Mia, who's sitting on the toilet with her skirt hanging from a hook on the stall door. Olivia's crouched between her legs and squinting to make out her urethra. "It's like a dot." "Can you try anyway?" Mia says as she looks down, frowns, and spreads herself a little wider. Olivia shrugs and tries to line the pen up with the tiny hole. The way the it shakes as she aims makes you more nervous than either of them seem to be. If you're going to use a pen, going tip-first makes the most sense, but you really shouldn't be using a pen. Mia's likely to get an infection from this if Olivia succeeds. As the pen inches closer, Mia spreads her lips open. Olivia bites on her tongue as she angles the tip upwards at a 45 degree angle. The insides of Mia's smooth pink lips shine under the bathroom light as she pulls her lips to the side. This pulls back her clit hood, flashing a little shine on her clit. The pen tip hits against Mia's sensitive skin, but barely misses the pee hole. Mia grins and whispers, "Almost." Pinching the front of the pen to steady her grip, Olivia tries again. When the metal tip slides in, her face lights up as she looks up at Mia. Her smile wavers when she sees Mia biting her lip and wincing. "What's wrong?" "I dunno," Mia says. "Bad angle, I think. Try like this." She motions her finger down at a 45 degree angle. Without removing the tip, Olivia lifts the back of the pen upward so it's pointing down into Mia's urethra, instead of up into it. She pats Olivia on the head without opening her eyes. "Better." Olivia mutters, "Don't pee on me or I'll kill you," and Mia acknowledges by nodding. You zoom in the camera to get a closer view. Mia's hand points down and her middle and index finger spread her labia minora open to pin them against her body. It lets you see everything. The metal tip of the pen is completely submerged inside her tiny hole and it almost seems like the pen never had a tip in the first place until Olivia begins wiggling it side to side. When she does, the pee hole is pulled in the direction of the pen tip and on the other side of it you can see the tiny, dark entrance that eventually leads to her bladder. Mia lets go of one of her lips to place her hand on Olivia's shoulder and shudders, "Oh my god." "Is it good," Olivia asks without stopping. She doesn't even look up to check. You see Mia's hand contort into a claw on Olivia's shoulder. "I- I dunno. It's... intense." Olivia sneers as she says, "Quitting already? It's just the tip." The only response she gets is Mia shuddering as she breathes. With her other hand, Olivia spreads Mia's labia open by making a 'V' shape with her fingers. Now that she can see what she's doing, she gyrates the back of the pen in a circular motion and you see Mia squeeze her shoulder again. Mia groans, lowers her head, and places her other hand on Olivia's other shoulder. "Think we could get more than the tip in," Olivia asks. The pen has a notch a little wider than the tip where the plastic starts. Mia's forehead wrinkles as she looks up and frowns at Olivia then tries to muster a smile. Olivia takes that as an invitation to keep going so she licks her lip and leans in closer to get a better view. She twists the pen with her index finger and thumb as she gently pushes it deeper. The notch pops into the hole and as soon as it does, Mia gasps and digs her nails into Olivia's shoulders. Olivia stops pushing and looks up at Mia with raised eyebrows and a smile slowly spreads on Olivia's face. "How's it feel?" Mia's fingers relax. She takes her hands off Olivia's shoulders and looks at her palms as she tries to find the words. "I dunno. It's like, it feels really good, but, it's also scary. Like, I'm afraid I'm about to get hurt. And also," she winces, "it kind of stings." "Mmm," Olivia moans as she bites her bottom lip. "That's what I like to hear. Think you can take more?" Didn't she say she was going to leave at this point? Mia shakes her head. "I don't think so. It's too wide." "Hmm," Olivia says as she lifts her chin and pulls the pen down to get a better view of the hole. To Mia's obvious discomfort, the pen stretches her pee hole into a teardrop shape. Though her stretched hole looks unaccommodating to you, Olivia smiles and insists that there's still room and continues to twist the pen deeper. Mia whimpers and pulls Olivia in close by the nape of her neck and starts stroking her like a security blanket. Or maybe it's just a plea for Olivia to be gentle. Olivia's head blocks your view, but you see Mia's face silently contort as Olivia fiddles with her body. It's tense for a few seconds. Suddenly, Mia yipes and digs her fingernails into the back of Olivia's neck. There's no sense that Olivia minds when she looks up and smiles at her. "Now that's a tight fit," Olivia says with a gleam in her eye. Mia frowns as she leans forward to inspect the pen from one side, then the other. Past the metal tip and the notch, the pen aggressively widens until it reaches its full thickness, but Mia's tight urethra doesn't have enough elasticity to get past it. The pen's jammed in there as far as it will go, the pee hole having swallowed about two thirds of the thickest part, making bulge outward. Olivia licks her finger and caresses the lump while saying, "I was nice so I stopped pushing. I really wanted to go deeper." Mia's chin quivers as she lets out a nervous laugh then rubs one of Olivia's shoulders. If this were any other student, you'd know they weren't into this, but with Mia, it's hard to tell. Olivia wiggles the pen side to side as she tries to remove it and when the sound slips out, Olivia looks a little surprised. The urethra no longer looks like a dot, but a vertical slit. Once the obstruction is removed, Mia grunts and sighs. You watch as that little slit parts horizontally, and a trickle of golden urine spills out of it. It dribbles down her vagina before dripping into the toilet. With a gasp, Mia blushes then apologizes profusely. Olivia scowls and says, "Whatever," then turns her attention to the pen in her hands. At the same time Mia asks, "You're not mad," Olivia twists the pen in her hands. Mia tilts her head and asks, "What are you doing?" The back of the pen falls off into Olivia's hands and she looks determined to dismantle it further. After a moment she holds up the thin, plastic tube that holds the ink. The metal tip is still attached, preventing any of the ink from leaking out. Olivia cheers, "Tada!" then she bites her lower lip and crosses her eyes as she looks at her prize. Her eyes focus back on Mia then she says, "Come on. Wipe yourself off then I'll go //really// deep." A smile flickers on Mia's face as she appears to have some mixed emotions. She asks, "Will you be gentle?" Olivia furrows her brow at the question, then she tears off some toilet paper and dabs it on Mia crotch herself. The act of being cleaned up by Olivia makes Mia sigh deeply and bite the corner of her lip. She mouths the word, "Fuck", then says in a sultry voice, "I didn't even know I liked that." Her eyes slowly close as she bites on the tip of her tongue until Olivia drops the toilet paper into the water. When Mia comes to her senses she looks down and sees Olivia squinting her eyes, trying to line the plastic tube up to Mia's urethra. As before, Olivia's fingers are spreading Mia's lips but this time you see some wetness collecting at her vagina. When Mia whimpers as the tube gets close, Olivia looks up at her and reassures her by saying, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." On hearing those words, Mia noticeably relaxes, pats Olivia on the head, and even helps by pulling her lips out further. [[Continue.->OliviaMiaUrethraPlay3]]

The metal tip will make it's way in first, then the rest of the plastic tube. Just like the first time, Olivia misses her target and has to correct her aim, but she gets it on the second try. As Olivia pushes past the tip, her eyes widen and she seems mesmerized by her task. But, when the tube goes about a centimeter deep, her spell is broken by Mia's grunt. "What's wrong," Olivia asks. She looks a little annoyed at the interruption. "It- it's dry. Can you lubricate it?" Mia sighs as Olivia slowly pulls out the tube then stares at it for a moment. Although it's not visible, there must be some urine coating the tip of the tube. After all, it came from the source. Just when you think Olivia's gathered the courage to lick it, she holds the tube up to Mia's mouth and has her do it. The thin tube makes an imprint across Mia's tongue as she eagerly licks it upwards a few times. "It's good," she whispers. "Thanks," Olivia says as she turns her attention back to the little hole. Mia lifts her head and closes her eyes while she waits for it to enter her body. Soon, the tip has once again entered Mia's urethra, and, as Olivia slowly pushes it deeper, the loudest sound in the room is her heavy breath. You watch as a centimeter disappears, then an inch, then two inches. Mia moans while keeping her eyes closed and Olivia almost immediately reacts by saying, "Fuck yeah. I think you can take the whole thing. That's crazy, huh?" Olivia doesn't wait for a response but Mia nods as Olivia slides the tube deeper into her body. The deeper it goes, the louder Mia's moans get, until the tube is half way in and Olivia stops, leans back, and admires her work. She carefully releases the tube and is amused by the fact that the translucent stick stays in place. "Look, look," she says with excitement, as she rapidly taps on Mia's thigh. [img[images/urethra_pen.png]] Mia opens her eyes and grins when she looks down. The makeshift sound is plunged into her body and Olivia is hopping excitedly, pushing Mia's thigh back and forth. "Isn't it awesome?" Olivia asks. Mia shudders as she touches her fingertip on the top of the stick. She immediately lifts her finger off it and says, "Yeah... It's sensitive, though." Olivia looks down and, without any warning, slides her upturned finger into Mia's vagina. Mia sighs as her eyes droop. "Thank you," she whispers. Olivia slowly pumps her finger in and out as she tilts her head and looks up at the ceiling. Suddenly, she stops and a grin appears on her face. "Found it!" "Hm?" Mia half-heartedly replies. "The tube," she says as she turns to Mia. "I can feel it from inside your vagina. Neat, huh?" She slides her finger in a little deeper then you see her forearm muscles flex. "It stops right there. Feel it?" Mia nods slowly, but groans when Olivia retracts her finger. When Mia wakes up from her sexual stupor, she grins and points the stick in Olivia's direction. "If it were a straw, would you drink from me?" Olivia's smile wavers. She stops bouncing, scoffs, and says, "You're gross." "Oh come on," Mia says. "At least admit the idea is kind of hot." "Never," Olivia says with a grin and she lightly flicks the tube with her index fingernail as a form of punishment. It makes a little clicking sound and vibrates all the way down to the urethra entrance. Mia sighs, slumps, and shuts her eyes, then she starts moaning. "That shut you up. You feel that all the way down?" Mia slowly nods up and down as she breathes heavily through her nostrils. "Good. Hey, watch this." Olivia puts both hands on Mia's inner thighs and pushes them outward, then she bites down on the end of the stick. She grins as she looks up at Mia, and slowly leans forward, pushing the tube deeper without using her hands. Mia gently sighs and Olivia doesn't stop pushing until 3/4ths of the tube has been swallowed. When she takes her mouth off it, you notice how flush her face has become. She grabs the back of the tube and says, "I want to fuck your pee hole." Mia rapidly nods but says, "Slow, OK?" [[Continue.->OliviaMiaUrethraPlay4]]

Olivia's jaw opens as she slowly withdraws the tube from Mia's body. Mia gasps and lets go of her labia and wraps her hands around Olivia's neck. Pausing, Olivia looks up and asks, "You OK?" Mia exhales sharply, smiles, and says, "Great." Olivia licks her lips, grins, and moves the tube in the other direction, plunging it deeper into Mia's body. It takes a few seconds, but she's able to put it back where it was, hiding 3/4ths of it. From there she pulls it back out again. Their bodies obstruct your view, but the sounds from Mia's mouth suggest she's enjoying it, though there's also a hint of pain by the way her forehead crinkles occasionally. Mia reaches further and rubs Olivia's lower back then says, "Faster... please." Olivia's more than happy to oblige. She picks up speed and goes twice as fast as before, going in and out once every 3 seconds. Each time Olivia beings to pull, Mia moans. "So good," she whispers. "Oops," Olivia says as the tube slips out. Mia's eyes widen then she frowns. Something's wrong but you're not sure what. She leans back, crosses her arms, and her lips quiver as she looks down at Olivia. You hear a trickling sound from the toilet bowl and realize she started urinating when the tube slipped out. With pouty lips, Mia says, "I didn't mean to." Olivia looks up and says, "It's fine." Mia's clearly much more emotional about it than Olivia. She repeats an earlier question. "You're not mad?" Olivia ignores her and sticks the pen back in her urethra and starts pumping again. You notice this time, Olivia didn't wipe her off first. She pumps back and forth a few times and swiftly removes the pen from her body. Mia frowns again and you hear the trickling noise. Olivia looks up, licks her lips, then repeats the process one more time. As before, when Olivia abruptly removes the tube, some urine trickles out until Mia can hold it in. Mia puffs and asks, "What are you doing?" With a mischievous smile, Olivia replies, "Toying with your body. Watch, I can force you to pee." She inserts the tube and pumps it back and forth a few times. Mia moans at each stroke then sighs when it's removed. Smiling, Olivia tilts her head to watch the urine drip into the toilet, then looks at Mia and says, "See?" "But I thought," Mia pauses to take a breath, "you didn't like pee." "Hmm," Olivia says as she leans back and sits flat on the floor. She looks at the side of the stall as she thinks. "You're right. I guess I don't, but, uh, for some reason, I really like the idea of controlling when you get to." Mia tilts her head and smiles. "Yeah? Can I pee?" Olivia chuckles, waves the tube in the air, and says, "You can try." Mia spreads her labia and urinates. For once, it doesn't come out as a trickle, but as a strong stream. Olivia bends forward, moves the plastic tube under the stream, and carefully aims as she pushes it into Mia's pee hole. For a brief moment the urine sprays in all directions, and then the flow immediately cuts off. Mia gasps as the flow is suddenly stopped, her urethra completely obstructed by the tube. Olivia's eyes gleam and she giggles. "Damn I've got good aim," she says with some pride in her voice. She begins pumping the stick again but when she looks down she furrows her brow. "Tch, you got piss all over me, you nasty whore." Without stopping the pumping action, she lifts her dirty hand up to Mia's face and assertively says, "Lick it off." Olivia's hand isn't very wet but the back of her hand has sprinkles all over it. Mia looks down at the soiled hand and holds her breath as she lets go of her labia. She exhales sharply as she holds on to Olivia's wrist with both of her hands, sticks her tongue out, and tilts her head sideways, licking up and across the back of the thumb like a cat. This all happens while Olivia continues to plunge the tube into her urethra. Mia starts moaning loudly as she turns Olivia's hand and licks another part of it. "I could cum from this," she whispers. "Yeah, if I let you," Olivia chuckles. Mia doesn't stop licking, but she starts kissing the hand in some spots. "Please," she begs. "I need it." Olivia starts pumping faster and Mia reacts by groaning and squeezing Olivia's hand into her chest until she regains her composure and starts licking off the other dirty parts. As her moans get louder, she repeatedly whispers, "Please." Soon, Olivia's pumping in and out about once a second and Mia begins licking the webbing between Olivia's fingers even though it doesn't appear that that part was ever dirty. Mia squeals and pisses herself as Olivia removes the tube prematurely, then she pulls her hand from Mia's mouth and places it under Mia's vagina, letting some of the urine dribble onto her fingers. "No!" Mia yells. "I need it! I need it!" When she sees the amusement on Olivia's face, she pouts and sighs, knowing she's just been defeated. Olivia yawns and says, "I'm bored," but there's a huge grin on her face as she says it. "Come on," Mia pleads. With a whine she says, "You're mean." Olivia replies, "You love it. Here, consolation prize." She sticks her dirty fingers into Mia's mouth and has her suck them, but Mia doesn't have the enthusiasm she did when she was licking Olivia's hand earlier. Olivia giggles then scoffs. "God, you're pathetic." Mia starts to whimper so Olivia places the tube on the floor and stands up, then pins Mia's head to her stomach. In an almost motherly fashion, she strokes Mia's hair and says, "That's what you get for being a brat earlier when I was trying to study. You understand?" Mia looks up and pouts, but she nods. Olivia says, "Good. Well the important thing is, I had fun. Oh, by the way, from now on, you have to ask my permission before you go to the bathroom." Mia groans and Olivia shakes her shoulder and shushes her, then she lifts her chin so they make eye contact. "So you're saying you don't want me to help you wipe?" Mia gasps and smiles wide. "You mean you'll clean me afterward?" "Yeah," Olivia says with a grumble. "It wasn't as bad as I expected, plus you really liked it. I could tell." Mia wraps her arms around Olivia's waist and gives her a big hug. "OK, OK," she says as she rubs Mia's back. "Now let's go back to my room. You may not be allowed to cum, but you can still help me do it." Under her breath, Mia mutters, "Bitch," as she puts her skirt back on. As they wash up in the sink, you worry about Mia's safety. You send an email to AB to request a shipment of cranberry juice tomorrow and another one to Mrs. Darwin to teach a lesson on safe urethra play. Maybe there's some way you could trick Mia into taking some antibiotics without her noticing, but you're feeling pretty tired. You'll think about that tomorrow. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She's now ambivalent to urine, though she likes the idea of having power over Mia's bodily functions.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She enjoys being cleaned by Olivia after her bodily functions.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She enjoys being sounded by Olivia, but she was not allowed to cum from it.">>

You take a little break to check the cameras and find something transpiring in the halls. "Don't you want a picture with us," Olivia asks Casey. "Maybe if it's good enough, we can get it in the yearbook." Before replying, Casey looks to her left and sees one of Olivia's 3 friends standing close, smiling back at her while making strong eye contact. The other 2 friends are crowding Casey on other sides. "Well, sure," Casey says. "I didn't know you cared about that stuff. That's kinda... nice." "I'll take the pic," Olivia says as she lifts up her cell phone and takes a step back. "Just stand there with our friends and say cheese." Olivia's friends form a tight semicircle behind Casey, and you notice 2 of the girls grinning as they whisper to each other. Something feels off here. After Olivia takes the picture she furrows her brow and says, "Your book is in the way. Give me your stuff." Casey looks down at the book and homework she's clutching to her side and flickers a frown for just a moment. "My homework, too?" She shrugs it off, perks up, and says, "Sure." Olivia instructs Casey by saying, "Stand up straight and make peace symbols with both hands. Ya know, like they do in Japan? Higher. Put your hands higher than that." The girls on each side of Casey squat down and make peace symbols themselves while the one behind Casey puts her chin on Casey's shoulder and smiles big for the camera. When everything's up to Olivia's standards, she counts down. "1.. 2.. 3..!" Right before taking the picture, the girls at Casey's side pull down Casey's skirt and panties in one swift motion. Olivia tilts her head back and cackles as she says, "Got it!" then runs away. It takes a moment for Casey to register what just happened. At first she looks down and gasps as her jaw drops, then she realizes Olivia's running off with her homework. In the heat of the moment, Casey does a poor job of prioritizing these concerns. She takes a step forward while reaching toward Olivia and yells, "Hey!" but her leg catches on the underwear at her ankles and she falls on all fours. When she lands, you watch her bottom jiggle as it's exposed to everyone behind her. Olivia's friends all laugh as they scatter, but the other students in the hallway stop to discover the source of the commotion. Once Olivia and friends have fled the scene the hallway is eerily quiet except for the soft whimpers coming from Casey. She fell with one knee in front of the other, but the underwear and skirt kept her legs together as she landed. This prevents you or the students from seeing much, although you're sure that's little consolation to Casey. To hide her shame she immediately sits on her heels to obstruct anyone's view of her private parts. Perhaps because she's blocked your view of everything else, it's the little dimples on Casey's lower back that draw your attention the most. But then you get a little show when the next thing Casey does is reach back and pull up her panties and skirt. In order to do so, she has to lift her bottom so the garments can pass over her heels. For that brief moment, you and the students see a flash of her 2 plump labia. Casey's legs squeeze together when she lifts her body and this presses the labia against each other, forming a very literal slit and making them pop out. Unfortunately, when Casey gives her clothes a second tug, her bottom vanishes from view. Without looking up from the floor, she runs in the direction Olivia ran to, but when Casey runs directly into the restroom, you realize her intent was not about catching Olivia. [[Office]]

<<if hasVisited("JessieRecoversInShower")>>\ You check the other cameras in the shower room and everywhere you look things seem normal. The girls are timidly showering, doing their best to avoid eye contact. \ <<else>>\ You know that Mrs. Ball's PE class has just ended so you decide to watch the shower cameras. A class full of young students is preoccupied with cleaning the sweat off their bodies so they can rush to their next class. The students are always very timid when they shower. It's kind of fun to watch them go so far out of their way to avoid eye contact with each other. <</if>>\ The one thing that looks out of place is that Olivia, the short-haired, blond bully, is already fully dressed and seems to be sneaking around the locker rooms. She walks through the aisles and picks up a towel and a pile of clothes off a bench, then runs out of the locker room. You follow her movements through the halls, but before long the other students finish their shower and begin to dress for their next class. At this time, following Olivia seems like a distraction, so you switch back to the locker room cameras and watch everyone dressed. That is, everyone but Mia. Mia looks through her locker for her clothes but is unable to find them. She grabs a fistful of her hair and her eyes dart about the room. Covering herself, she says, "Psst. Casey!" Casey looks up and says, "Yes?" then she covers her eyes and says, "Oh god, sorry. What do you want?" In a shaky voice, Mia asks, "Have you seen my clothes?" "No." "Are you sure," Mia asks as she rubs her own arms. "Yes, promise." "Ugh! OK," Mia says. She turns her back to Casey and wrings her hands, then opens her locker to check a second time. The clothes still aren't there. After shutting it, she asks, "Can I check your locker?" but Casey isn't there anymore. She finished putting her clothes on and left while Mia's back was to her. Mia makes two fists and says, "God damn it!" She slams a locker and rests her body against it, putting her weight on her forearm. Her straight black hair drapes over her face as she hangs her head. Mrs. Ball can be faintly heard from the gym, instructing the next class. Mia starts running through all the aisles, checking under each bench. Maybe she's looking for a stray towel to cover her body, but the other girls were pretty diligent about putting theirs away. "Where are my clothes?" she whines as she sits on a bench and grabs her hair. After rocking back and forth a few times, she walks to the door to the hall. With your cameras you can see that there's nobody on the other side of the door, but Mia doesn't know that. She hesitates for a long time before she cracks it open and takes a peek. She probably wants to get back to her dorm for a new set of clothes. To do that, she'll need to go through the halls and to the outside lawn. On the other side of that lawn are the dormitories. Mia closes the door and leans against the wall to work up some nerve. She closes her almond shaped eyes as she rapidly pants then takes a deep breath and pushes through the door to the hall. [[Continue.->OliviaStealsClothes2]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "She stole Mia's clothes while she showered in PE class.">><<chardetail "Mia" "Her clothes were stolen by Olivia in the shower.">>

Mia runs to the lawn while covering as much of her body as she can. The hall is eerily quiet because all the students are in class at this time but a loud bang echoes as someone opens a door. Mia gasps and shivers as she turns around to see if she's been spotted. A student whistles as she walks through the hall toward Mia. She hasn't been spotted yet, so she puts her back against a large cylinder pillar in the center of the hallway. The noise from the other student allows Mia to position herself so the pillar is always between them. When the student has walked past, Mia is facing away from the lawn and, even more terrifying, she can see two students at the very end of the hall having a conversation. If they were to turn their heads, they'd probably notice Mia. A disembodied voice yells, "What are you doing?" Mia hunches over, covers her body in shame, and shakes her head. The whistling student replies, "Umm, Mrs. Ball said I could go to the bathroom." Mia presses her palm against her heart and looks up when she realizes the voice was not talking to her. "You should have a hall pass." "You're right, ma'am, but she didn't want to take the time to write me one," the student replies. There's a pause before the teacher says, "OK, well don't dilly-dally. Get back to class soon." A loud metallic noise startles Mia when the bathroom door shuts. The teacher starts walking toward Mia so Mia has to slide her body to the other side of the pillar to avoid being spotted. When she walks past, Mia is now facing the lawn. She waits for the teacher to get far away, then makes a break for it. As Mia runs for the lawn, the whistling student comes out of the bathroom and does a double take as Mia runs past. The student scoffs and says, "Are you naked?" You see a tear spill out of Mia's eye as she pushes through the double doors that lead to the lawn. She glances back as she runs outside and the last thing she sees is the whistling student smiling back at her. Unfortunately, when Mia looked back she failed to notice Mrs. Monet, the art teacher, on the other side of the door and literally slams into her. "Mia!" she yells. "Watch what you're... Why are you..." A slow grin spreads on her face. Mia hunches over to cover as much of her body as she can and begins to tremble. She blurts out, "I gotta get my homework!" and runs to the dorms, keeping her arms crossed the whole time. Her firm bottom jiggles every time her foot touches the ground. Mrs. Monet lifts an eyebrow and watches her until she runs out of view, then shrugs and shakes her head. You follow Mia on the cameras. There are two dorm entrances on either side of the building. Mia ran left to the west entrance and slams her body against it, but it doesn't open. "What?" She pushes against the door a few more times before she accepts that it's locked and slides her back down against it and pouts. There is no reason for the students to be at their dorms between classes so they're always kept locked until late at night. This policy has a noticeable effect on petty theft from students' rooms. Mia probably didn't know about the policy because, as a model student, this is the first time she's attempted to go to the dorm between classes. She gets up and walks behind the dorms to check the east entrance, but it's locked, too. After throwing a little tantrum, she finally accepts her fate: She's not getting into the dorms, at least not on her own. Maybe a teacher has a key? She peeks out toward the lawn from a corner of the dorm. [[Continue.->OliviaStealsClothes3]]

Although classes are in session, Ms. Monet doesn't have to teach this period so she's enjoying her lunch at a wooden table on the lawn. Mia hunches to hide her naked body as she approaches Ms. Monet from behind and taps her on the shoulder. Ms. Monet turns her body so her back is against the table and says, "Why hello there." A smile slowly grows on her face. "Did you find your homework?" Mia shakes her head as she shivers. Ms. Monet taps on the bench beside her and says, "Wanna sit? Hungry?" She holds out half of her sandwich and asks, "Want half?" "No, ma'am," Mia whispers. "Do- may I go to the dorms? Do you have a way to let me in?" Ms. Monet wipes some crumbs off her clothes and says, "Yes, all the teachers have a key to the dorms. I'd be happy to let you in." Mia's face lights up for a moment until Ms. Monet asks, "Can finish my lunch first?" Mia's lip trembles as she looks around to make sure nobody else can see her then stutters, "Bu- but I'll be late for class and- and-" "You're already late," Ms. Monet says with a smile. "But don't worry. I'll write you a hall pass so you don't get in trouble for that." A smile flickers on Mia's face as she says, "Thank you, Ms. Monet." "Uh-huh," she says as she taps on the bench again. "If you help me eat it, I'll be done with my lunch faster." Mia whimpers as she sits down, but she looks to her right and notices that if somebody were to come out of the school hall, they'd be looking right at her, so she gets up and sits on the other side of Ms. Monet so the teacher would partially block their view. "Lovely day, isn't it," Ms. Monet says as she hands a sandwich slice to Mia. Mia takes it then stares at the hallway door and starts rocking back and forth. Ignoring the elephant in the room, she says, "You don't strike me as the type that forgets their homework." Mia shakes her head and whimpers. "I didn't forget my homework. I- I- someone stole my clothes, I think. I don't know why I lied about that. I was just nervous, I think." "Why are you nervous?" Mia scoffs and looks down, "Because I'm naked!" Ms. Monet jokes, "Oh that? I barely even noticed." Mia rolls her eyes and says, "Oh, ha-ha." "Seems like you're pretty embarrassed to be naked in public." She sarcastically says, "You think?" After eyeing the door, she whimpers again. "How do you do it?" Ms. Monet doesn't understand the question. "Get naked in public, I mean. Aren't you scared?" Ms. Monet says, "You get used to it," then whispers, "it can be kinda fun." She winks and proceeds to unbutton her blouse. Mia tenses up. "What are you doing? W-we're not in art class." Ms. Monet throws her blouse and bra on the table then rests her elbows on it, putting her chest on display. "You haven't even touched your sandwich." Mia blushes as she takes her first bite. "I hope this makes you feel better. If someone comes through those doors they'll notice me first. Maybe they won't even notice you at all." Ms. Monet looks at Mia and catches her glancing at her chest. She smiles and says, "No need to feel embarrassed. You can look. Would you like me to take off my skirt, too?" Mia leans away and rapidly shakes her head. "How's the sandwich?" "Good." She takes another bite and some crumbs fall into her lap. Ms. Monet reaches for Mia's crotch and pinches a crumb, making Mia jump back and gasp. She smiles as she puts it in her mouth and says, "May I... look?" Mia's nostrils flare. She brushes off the other crumbs and starts rubbing her forearms. Ms. Monet says, "What if I promise not to touch?" Mia looks at the floor, blushes, and whispers, "That's weird." The teacher points in front of her and says, "Just stand over there. I only need a moment. Then I'll write your note and let you into the dorm." Mia whimpers then nods. [[Continue.->OliviaStealsClothes4]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She trains Mia to feel comfortable being naked in public.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "Ms. Monet trains her to feel comfortable being nude in public.">>

Mia stands in front of Ms. Monet, hunching over and covering her chest with one arm and her crotch with the other. "Whenever you're ready," Ms. Monet says. "Ready for what?" Ms. Monet smiles and says, "To put your hands down so I can see." Mia groans and looks at the hallway entrance, then she lowers her arm that's covering her chest, revealing two oval shaped, pink areola. Now both hands cover her crotch which squishes her chest together. Ms. Monet puts her index finger in her mouth, points it at Mia's crotch, then flicks her finger to tell her to move her hands. But, Mia bounces and whines, "But, what if somebody sees?" Instead of acknowledging the question, Ms. Monet takes a bite out of Mia's half of the sandwich and smiles. Mia whimpers and glances at the door, then slowly slides her hands away. Her plump labia majora now revealed, Ms. Monet swallows and says, "Good job! How do you feel?" "Scared. I dunno... Embarrassed?" "Of what," Ms. Monet asks as she puts her sandwich down and walks to Mia's side to get a closer view. "Can you stand up straight? Hands at your side. Perfect." Mia's lips tremble as her teacher looks her up and down. She stands behind Mia and looks at her buttocks. There are two dimples on her lower back. When the teacher finishes her inspection, she whispers, "Perfect." She sits back down at the table and says, "Now strike a superman pose. You know what that is?" Mia shakes her head. "Put your fists on your sides, spread your legs a bit, and look straight ahead. Confident posture." Mia does as she's told and Ms. Monet ogles her body some more. She takes another bite of the sandwich and says, "Mm, we should have a class where we sketch outside. Would you like to be the model?" Mia blushes and smiles for a moment, then she shakes her head. "Anyway, they say if you hold this pose for 2 minutes, you feel more confident. Are you feeling more confident?" Mia chuckles and says, "I- I think that paper was retracted. But, no, I feel kinda nervous..." Ms. Monet bites her lip and says, "Yeah? 'Cause of the way I'm looking at you?" She gets back up and kneels at Mia's knee and looks her up and down. "Good nervous or bad nervous?" Mia looks down and furrows her brow. "Is there a //good// nervous?" "Uh-huh, definitely." She points at the table and says, "Look straight ahead, chin up." Mia clears her throat and says, "Sorry." Ms. Monet kneels down in front of Mia's legs and looks directly at her crotch, then says, "You're perfect. Nothing to be embarrassed about, that's for sure." Mia bites her lower lip and looks around, but she doesn't change her posture. Her entire vulva, which was pale the last time you noticed, is now a dark red color. Ms. Monet lifts her chin to get a closer look and says, "Ooh, you've got goosebumps everywhere. Kinda chilly out here, no?" She stands up, looks down, and says, "I've got some myself, see?" Her chest is covered with them. She circles her fingertip around her areola, brushing against all the little bumps along the way. Instead of looking, Mia closes her eyes and blushes, but you notice a little smirk on her face. Holding up her sandwich, Ms. Monet says, "Only a few bites left before we go inside. You've held that position for a while now, which pose do you want to do next?" Mia relaxes by dangling her arms and shrugs. "OK, may I suggest one to help you get over your fears?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "How about you lay your back on the table and you have your feet face the door?" "But if someone goes to the lawn," she says, "they'll see everything." Ms. Monet smiles and nods and it makes Mia fidget. She holds up the remainder of her sandwich to remind Mia of how little time she'd have to hold the pose and says, "You can say no, but what are the odds that someone comes through that door right now? Classes are in session. Think of it as a dare." "A dare?" Mia chews on her bottom lip as she mulls it over. She closes her eyes and sighs, then storms over to the table and lays on top of it. "Yay," Ms. Monet cheers as she sits down at one of the benches that's attached to the table near Mia's chest. "I'm so proud of you. How do you feel?" Mia squirms a bit as she giggles and says, "Brave... and nervous." "Good nervous or bad nervous?" "What's //good// nervous?" "Well," Ms. Monet says, "before I show you, remember I promised not to touch you, right? I intend to keep that promise. You understand?" Mia blinks rapidly then nods. "OK, then, let's say I were to put my finger right here -" she hovers it a few inches above Mia's nipple, "- and, hypothetically, the idea of me touching it kind of... excited you..." Mia lowers her chin to see and her bottom lip trembles. "Mia, remember my promise. Remember?" Mia swallows hard then nods. "OK good," she says with a smile. "Now if that idea excited you, not that it does, but if it did, holding my finger here would make you the good kind of nervous, understand?" Mia rubs her feet together and whispers, "Yes." In a sultry voice, Ms. Monet says, "And if I lowered my finger, that would be even more exciting, right?" She hovers her finger a centimeter away from the nipple. From far away, the nipple looks like a smooth object, but you zoom in on it and see that is quite crinkled from up close. As the shaky finger hints that it could accidentally make contact, the area of the areolae shrink and raise, and the nipple itself becomes hard. Mia's fingers open and close against her outer thighs and she whispers again, "Yes." Ms. Monet looks up and smiles, "I guess I really meant 'excited' this whole time, not 'good nervous'. I guess that's why I'm an art teacher and not an English teacher." Without retracting her finger, she takes a bite of the sandwich and says, "If I was in your position, it would be exciting to think about someone coming through that door. How about you?" Mia's breathing gets shaky, but she doesn't reply. "If you want, you could spread your legs a bit. That might make it more exciting." Mia nods and puts each foot at a corner of the table. If anyone were to walk out of the hallway, they'd get a clear view of her spread slit. She rubs the top of her thighs to placate her own anxiety. Ms. Monet removes her finger and tears what's left of the sandwich in half. There's a clear difference between Mia's two nipples. The one that had the finger hovering over it is hard, dark, and bunched up, whereas other one is soft, pink, and smooth. Ms. Monet holds up both pieces and says, "I have two bites left. What do you say we share them then I let you go?" Ms. Monet holds the piece over Mia's mouth and, when she opens, she carefully pushes it in. As she does so, she accidentally brushes Mia's lip with her fingertip. "Oops," she says, "I hope that doesn't count as me breaking my promise." Mia smiles as she chews and shakes her head. Mia sits up on the table, smiles, then swallows. As she climbs down to the ground, Ms. Monet says, "Wow, you seem much happier now than when you first ran into me. Did I help you with that?" Mia presses her palm against her warm cheek then enthusiastically nods at her teacher. "Aww, that makes me feel great. You go on up ahead, I'll be right there in a second." Once Mia's walks away, Ms. Monet lifts her chin and inspects something on the table. Whatever she sees makes her slump, look into the sky, and smile. Then she closes her eyes and massages her breast for just a moment before she catches up with Mia. She leaves her bra and blouse behind on the bench. You switch the camera to catch their good-byes. Ms. Monet says, "OK, now take this note with you so you don't get in trouble. There's still some time left in this period. And, the offer still stands if you decide you want to be a nude model in my class." Mia blushes and swings her shoulders as she looks up into her teacher's eyes. "Maybe. I'll think about it." "Good. And, promise not to hate me, but I may force you to do it if nobody else volunteers." Mia giggles, bites her finger, then says, "OK." "OK? OK." Mia pushes on the door but then turns around and says, "Ms. Monet?" "Yes, dear?" She gives Ms. Monet a running hug and yells, "Thanks for making me feel more confident!" Ms. Monet's mouth falls open as she enjoys the bare chest embrace and she lowers her head to look at Mia's buttocks. Mia pulls back and flashes her teacher a smile, then runs into the dorm. Once the door shuts, Ms. Monet lifts her knee to her face and inspects the center of her thigh. There's a transparent, shiny wet spot on it. She puts her leg down and gets a little wobbly, so she supports herself against the wall. When she finds her balance, she masturbates over her skirt as she walks back to the table. You search through the dorm cameras looking for Mia. Apparently she ran directly to the restroom and you catch her wiping her crotch off with toilet paper and muttering to herself over and over again, "Can't masturbate. Late for class." She rushes to put on a new set of clothes and runs out to the lawn, but she goes white when she sees someone different sitting on the table. "I found something that used to belong to you," Olivia says as she twirls a pair of panties around her finger. "I couldn't believe they were just lying out in the open. Such carelessness." [[Continue.->OliviaStealsClothes5]]

Mia arms shake as she yells, "You stole my clothes?" Olivia smirks. "I thought you'd be thankful." When she finishes that sentence, she throws Mia's panties in hew face then says, "If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't have had all that fun with Ms. Monet." She turns around and points to the middle of the table. "Look, you even left a spot here to show your appreciation. She totally noticed it, by the way. Oh, and if you're wondering, I was watching from behind that tree near the school." Mia screams, "I hate you!" as she runs toward Olivia and starts flailing her arms, but Olivia has plenty of time to hop off the bench and prepare for the attack. All she has to do is lean back to avoid punches to her face because she's much taller and stronger than Mia. She tries to grab Mia's arms but they're moving too fast. With a bored sigh, Olivia easily pushes her over. She falls down on her back with her legs over her head and for a brief moment, her panties are visible. Mia recovers in a kneeling position and yells, "Why are you always messing with me? I've never done anything to you!" Olivia's smile flickers, then she stands up straight and says "I, uh, I thought it would be fun." "Fun?!" Mia's lip quivers and it looks like she's going to cry. "Get out of here, now!" Olivia crosses her arms and looks down on Mia, as if to say, 'Make me', but then she slumps and says, "Actually, I need your help." Mia grits her teeth and says, "Help?" "I need you to add my name to that hall pass so I don't get punished for being late our class." A vein pops out of Mia's forehead as she slowly says, "Why would I ever help you?" "Because you like me?" Mia's not amused so Olivia stands over her and adds, "And I could always just beat you up if you don't." Mia slumps and covers her eyes, then with a sniffle, says, "Why are you so mean?" Olivia looks behind her to see if anyone's watching, then she gets on the ground with Mia and holds out her hand. "Look, just hand me the note and I'll forge my name on it." Mia sniffs again and, without uncovering her eyes, slaps the hall pass into Olivia's hand and says, "Fine." Olivia pulls out a pen from behind her ear and says, "I stole this from math class. Heh, I'm good at stealing things." Mia lowers her hand and her chin quivers as she looks at Olivia. When a tear rolls down her cheek, Olivia says, "I was just joking. Hey, don't cry." "Screw you, Olivia!" Olivia's head jerks back and her mouth moves like she's muttering something, but no words come out. She looks down, then holds up the hall pass and smiles. "Hey, look. Pretty good forgery, right?" Mia snatches it out of her hand and starts walking to the hall. Without turning around she sarcastically says, "Yeah, it's great." Olivia runs through the doors and yells, "Hey, slow down," at Mia, but she doesn't listen. When she catches up, she grabs on to Mia's wrist and says, "Hey, wait," but Mia flings it away without saying a word and keeps on walking. Olivia hangs her head for a moment then runs to catch up. Their footsteps echo through the empty halls. She says, "Can we- can- hey! Come on, I want to ask you a question." No matter what Olivia tries, Mia doesn't slow down. "I was wondering, do you... Ms. Monet. Do you have a cru-" Mia looks at Olivia just long enough to glare at her, then cuts her off mid sentence by turning her back and entering a class. When the door slams on Olivia's face, she cups her mouth with her hand and turns her back to the door. Her nostrils flare as she curls her hand into a fist and punches herself in the leg twice, grunting each time. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply for a few seconds before she regains her composure, then she enters the classroom. [[Office]]

It's late at night and you're still in your office. When you wrap up your work, you decide to check out the surveillance cameras. It looks like everyone's soundly asleep in their dormitory beds. You tilt your head and rest it on your fist while you click on each camera, hoping to find something of interest. Wait, that last one sounded different. You click back and see that it's Sarah's room. She seems to be sleeping like the others, but her breathing sounds different. Much sharper and faster than the rest. On closer inspection, you see movement under the covers. You squint as you zoom in on her face and see that it's flush. For a moment you worry she's choking in her sleep, but then you realize what's going on: She's masturbating. You sit back in your chair and watch for a bit. She's kind of got a dopey look on her face but it's also kind of endearing. Her mouth twitches occasionally as she shudders. Thank god for these cameras. There's no way she'd let you watch if you asked. It's just a shame her whole body is covered by the sheets because you wish you could watch what technique she's using on herself. You tilt back in your chair, close your eyes, and listen to the sounds of Sarah masturbating until she brings herself to an orgasm and falls asleep. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Sarah" "You watched her masturbate under the blankets from a camera while she was in her bed.">>

<<set $finished_anna_in_office to true>>\ You're wrapping up some work in your office when you hear a knock at the door. "Come in!" The door opens and Anna enters. You flash her a smile and say, "Well this is a welcome surprise. I don't have many students visiting me in my office." After standing, you extend your arm to a chair to invite her to sit down. When Anna sits, she flattens out her skirt and looks around your office with a frown on her face. "Something wrong," you ask. "You look troubled." "It's..." she sighs. "It's kind of embarrassing to talk about, actually." Mirroring her frowning expression, you say, "Well if you're comfortable telling me, I'll do whatever I can to help." "It's more of a question." She hunches in the chair, puts a fist between her legs, and massages her knuckles with her other hand. "You know when we wore sensory deprivation equipment?" Before continuing, she begins to sway back and forth in the chair. "Something happened that night and I really want to know who was in the room with me. I asked Casey, since she took care of me, and she keeps dodging the question and acting really weird. But- but she said that you were there?" You weigh your options before you reply. If you lie and tell Anna you weren't there, she may never discover that she was 69ing her sister that night. But if you tell her you were there, she will learn the truth. You're not sure how she'll react to that, but it's clear that Anna enjoyed herself that night. Maybe if you can get her to admit it to herself, she'd be interested in pushing the envelope with her sister. [[Tell Anna you weren't there that night.|AnnaInOfficeNo][$anna_pursues_hannah to false]] [[Tell Anna you were there that night.|AnnaInOffice2][$anna_pursues_hannah to true]]

You furrow your brow and say, "She said that?" "Yes..." "Well," you look to the side then back at her. "I'm afraid she's mistaken. Or maybe she's intentionally misleading you? I don't know what happened that night because I wasn't there." Anna looks into your eyes and studies you for a moment, then she flattens her skirt as she looks to the side. She says, "I guess... You'd tell me if you were there, wouldn't you?" You say yes, but you're not sure if she's convinced. Either way, she gets up and walks out the door, but before she leaves she turns and asks, "Do you want me to shut the door?" Her eyes look glossy. "Please," you reply. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Anna" "You told her you don't know who she 69'd when she was wearing sensory deprivation equipment. She may never find out.">>

"To tell you the truth, I was there." After saying that, you see Anna's about to ask you another question but you interrupt to try and steer the conversation. "But before I get into the details of it, may I ask you, what did you think of that night?" Her knuckles go white from tightly gripping the bottom of her skirt and she starts to cry. "Was it Hannah?" she asks. To buy yourself some time, you say, "Hannah?" "Why else would Casey hide it? <<if $has_mothers>>I know it wasn't my mom, she wasn't wearing a mask and I felt a mask! <</if>>And Hannah has been acting weird ever since. It was with her, wasn't it?" When she folds her arms over her stomach and doubles over, you run to the other side of the desk and sit on a chair by her side. "Hey, hey, hey," you say as you rub her back. "Don't cry." She flinches from your touch, stands up, and wipes her eye with the heel of her palm. "Don't cry? You tricked me into fucking my sister!" She gets up, but just as she's about to storm out of the room, you grab her hand and say, "Hold on." You point at her chair and say, "Sit." She covers her face with her hand as she plops herself down, then you face your knees toward her and say, "The moment you took your mask off you seemed happy and wanted to talk to Casey about it. Why were you happy then?" She glares at you, snorts, then says, "You know why." "I think I do, but I'm not certain. Is it because... before you learned the truth, you enjoyed yourself?" She doesn't answer, she just grimaces, hugs herself, and doubles over to sob, but this time you know better than to touch her. You wait with discomfort while she cries it out of her system. She doesn't sit up when she stops, but she says, "I wish you lied." [[Continue.->AnnaInOffice3]]\ <<chardetail "Anna" "You told her she 69'd her sister, Hannah, when she was wearing sensory deprivation equipment.">>

You wait for her to continue talking, but she doesn't say anything, so you say, "You never answered my original question. What did you think of that night? I mean... when it was happening." She sits up in her chair, looks at you with her red face, then snaps, "Can we just not?" "I'm sorry. Take all the time you need." It's awkward, but you wait. Eventually she sighs deeply with her eyes closed and says, "Have you ever randomly had a dream about someone and when you woke up you had a crush on them?" "Maybe." You tilt your head and look up as you say, "I can't recall." She says, "Well it's happened to me." She turns her head from you, sniffles as she wipes her nose with her index finger, then says, "That night in the dorm was like a dream. And since then, I've had a crush on someone, but I didn't know who it was." Her chin quivers as she says, "It was so nice that first day. Exciting, really. All I could think about is who it was. But when I talked to Casey and she looked so scared... Deep down I knew who I had a crush on." She swallows hard and looks at you with her bloodshot eyes. "I wish you lied." You reach for the Kleenex box on your desk and hand it to her, then pat her thigh and say, "Hannah had a good time that night too, you know. Even after she knew it was you." Anna slumps in the chair and looks like she may burst into tears again. With a quivering chin, she says, "She was sad when she took the mask off." "This is a lot to take in," you say. "You'll feel better in the morning though. I'm almost certain of it." She nods without making eye contact and slowly shuffles out of the room. When she's gone, you wonder how you're going to progress their relationship. You were planning on asking if Ms. Tink could create some new devices for you. Maybe there'd be some way to incorporate them into this. [[Office]]

<<set $finished_daughters_shave_mothers to true>>Mrs. Ball told you she wanted to speak in the gym locker room at the end of the hour so you pay her a visit. Because of the timing, a PE class has just ended and the place is full of students. The locker room is directly connected to the gym showers and the students are required to use them before they leave. You walk between the lockers looking for Mrs. Ball and the students act modest as usual. They're always scurrying to put on their clothes or using their arms to cover their private parts. But, the new mature transfer students are from an older generation and they seem to be more comfortable with their own bodies, at least when they're in a locker room. You notice this causes some embarrassment for the younger students: None of them change or shower next to their mothers. And some of the nude mature students seem to be in no rush to put their clothes back on. After walking down two aisles of lockers, you approach Mrs. Ball from behind. Her arms are crossed and her chin is held high with a sneer on her face. She seems to be staring toward the showers and watching her students. Whoever she makes eye contact with cowers and turns their back to her. "You wanted to see me," you ask. She turns to you and says, "Yes. It's about a dress code violation." She points at an oblivious mother in the shower, "Notice anything incorrect with the new transfer students?" At first you're confused. How could someone violate a //dress// code when they're naked? But then you see it. Mrs. Ball detects the change on your face and nods. "That's right. I noticed it after the first day, but I thought I should be a little lenient." She faces the students and says, "But, they've been here a while now and they're getting used to the way things are around here. I think it's time for them to shave." You say, "How do you plan to convey that message? Just tell them to shave before tomorrow?" She turns to you and smiles. "Actually, I'd be concerned about the quality if they did it on their own. And, we wouldn't want them to nick themselves in such a sensitive area. It's a safety issue. For the first time it'd be better if someone more experienced showed them how." "Someone more experienced? Like... you or me?" you say. She says, "Actually, I was thinking the younger students could shave their own mothers. Those that have their mother's here." [[That's a little too taboo for your tastes. Have Mrs. Ball do it, but you don't want to watch.->Office]] [[It's important that the new transfer students shave correctly. You decide to stick around and watch.->DaughtersShaveMothers2]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Ball" "She forced daughters to shave their mothers.">>

"Who should we approach?" you ask. Mrs. Ball points at Claire, Sarah's mother. If you recall correctly, she was the one that massaged Sarah earlier and made Sarah wet from it. Mrs. Ball says, "I've been trying to slowly break her in because she is one of the more resistant mothers. It'll be a lot easier to deal with everyone else once we do that." Claire notices Mrs. Ball point in her direction and looks behind her to see if it's at someone else. As you approach, she clutches her hands in front of her crotch. Mrs. Ball crosses her arms and faces you. You say, "We noticed you have a dress code violation and we'd like remedy that today." "Dress code violation?" "Yes," you reply, then you point toward her crotch. You can see the hair even though she's trying to cover it with her hands. "The hair, it has to go. I'm afraid it's school policy. Surely you've noticed your daughter shave here?" Claire begins to fidget with her fingers. She says, "Yes, well... I asked another student about that and she said it was a rule. She said in PE class she has to be fully clothed but when she's in the locker room she has to be shaved. But, I didn't know that applied to the older students like me." Mrs. Ball says, "It does. We've been looking the other way as you adjust to your new life. But that grace period just ended. Now it's time to follow the school dress code." Claire looks right through Mrs. Ball then looks at you. The expression on her face tells you she might think you're joking. When she realizes you're not, she balls her hand into a fist and stiffens her posture. "Fine," she says. "I'll do it." She storms between you two as she walks to the lockers and reaches above one to grab a can of shaving cream. "Actually," you say. Claire looks back at you as she's reaching. "We want one of the more experienced students to show you how we do it at Saint Mary's. You'd be surprised at how intricate the rules are." Claire turns around to face you two and crosses her arms. She says, "I don't feel comfortable with another person touching me down there." Mrs. Ball sneers and says, "What if you already knew them very well?" Claire thinks about that for a moment until she realizes what Mrs. Ball means then she starts waving her arms side to side like an umpire. "No! I will not have my daughter touching me down there." Mrs. Ball rolls her eyes and says, "We've been over this before. We'll punish you and your daughter if you refuse. Not to mention I'll punish you every day from now on if you don't shave." Claire's eyebrows pinch together and she says, "But..." She scans the room behind you then her body slumps and she dangles her arms. "How much touching are we talking about here?" She looks up at you, probably because she feels you're more flexible. You say, "Just enough for Sarah to teach you how we do it around here. Oh, and for her to completely shave you." You point at a bench at the end of the aisle and say, "Sit here and we'll begin." "Wait," Claire says. "Can't we do it somewhere with a little privacy?" Mrs. Ball shakes her head and Claire slumps even lower. When she walks over and sits on the bench you smile and say, "Thank you." Claire crosses her legs and arms, taking up as little space as she can. [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothers3]]

Mrs. Ball yells at everyone in the locker room to come over. Claire says, "Wait, what?" She wasn't expecting to have to do this in front of the whole class and as a crowd gathers she starts to hyperventilate. You try to calm her with a gentle smile. "Everyone has to see this?" she asks. Most of the crowd consists of students and mothers covering their bodies with towels and they're forming a semicircle around Claire. Each end of that semicircle is against a locker. Mrs. Ball extends her hand toward the center of attention and asks the crowd, "Can anyone tell me what's wrong here?" Claire hunches over to cover her body and nobody has an answer. "I'll give you a hint. It's a dress code violation." Jessie timidly raises her hand and says, "She has hair down there?" "Very good, Jessie," Mrs. Ball says in a mocking tone. "In fact, I've noticed that a lot of the new transfer students have 'hair down there'. Today that's going to change. If you have 'hair down there' tomorrow, you'll be punished." Some of the moms begin to grumble. Mrs. Ball says, "Don't worry. We're going to show you how to do it the right way so that doesn't happen. Sarah?" Sarah's head jerks back when she's called. "Yes?" "Take a step forward." As she enters the semicircle, Mrs. Ball says, "Why don't you show Mommy what a good finished product looks like?" Claire turns her body away from her daughter and shakes her head. "Go on, now." One of the moms in the semicircle interrupts to say, "We shave our pits and our legs all the time. I don't think we need a demonstration of this." You say, "There are some parts of this that are a little tricky and we want to make sure you're aware of them all." Without drawing attention to your movements, you step behind Sarah, reach around her, and loosen her towel. Her face turns white as it falls to the floor and she covers her body with hands. "Don't be shy. Show Mommy how smooth you made it," you say as you pat her soft bottom. Sarah frowns then steps each leg out to the side to spread and Claire reacts by covering the side of her face with her hand and turns to avert her eyes. "That's right," you say to Sarah. "But stick your hips out so the other moms can get a good look, too." Sarah frowns and whimpers for a second, then she puts her hands on her butt and spreads her legs even more. "Perfect," you say as you kneel down at Sarah's side to describe the daughter's handiwork in every humiliating detail. "See the crease here between the leg and the labia?" you say as you move your finger up and down as you point. "That part is easy to miss but as you can see..." You clear your throat and there's an awkward silence until Claire slowly turns her head to look. "As you can see, Sarah was good at shaving it all. Anyone want to feel?" No one volunteers but Mrs. Ball steps into the semicircle on the other side of Sarah and swipes her fingertips down the crease. Sarah's hips jerk back on contact. Mrs. Ball points at Amy's mom who's named Beth, snaps her fingers, and beckons her into the semicircle. Beth's hand shakes as she reaches toward the crease on the other side of Sarah's leg. When she touches it, Sarah closes her eyes and her knees wobble a bit. "That's right," you say. "Up and down, up and down. Smooth, right?" Beth swallows hard and nods her head. "You mothers need to be that smooth, too." Claire hasn't removed her hands from the side of her face, but her breathing has become loud and her body is tense. She's probably not the biggest fan of her daughter being molested in front of her. [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothers4]]<<chardetail "Sarah" "She demonstrated to everyone, including her mother, Claire, how a proper vulva shave looks and feels.">>

You look up at Sarah and say, "Hold it open, dear." Sarah removes her hands from her buttocks and holds her labia majora open for the group, revealing its glossy sheen to everyone. Everything is a nice shade of pink and looks very smooth. Her short inner lips are pulled sideways and you can see a little bit into her vagina, but most of the passage is obstructed by a tight curl of flesh that sits right above it. You continue. "There's no sign of hair or stubble even when she spreads. Some students have to be more diligent than others about this. It depends on how hairy you are, but everyone needs to be sure they get it all." You place 2 fingers on the lip furthest from you and begin to slide your hand down. True to your word, there's no hair or stubble anywhere. Your index finger is closer to the inside and it meets friction whenever it gets too close to the glossy, inner part of her lip. Half way down the swipe you bump against Sarah's fingers that are pinching it open. Sarah's blushing. You swipe down again just to make sure there's no unseemly hair you missed, then grin. "Yes, this is perfect," you say. "Anyone want to feel?" Mia's mom raises her hand and you smile to welcome her into the semicircle but the other moms and daughters look a shocked. She kneels down in front of Sarah and pinches a part of the lip above Sarah's hand and rolls it between her thumb and index finger. The amount of time she takes seems a little excessive and she seems to inspect other parts of the vulva as she touches. Without letting go, she turns to you and asks, "We have to shave the clit, too?" You smile and say, "We'll get to that." She nods and as she goes back to the group, you notice the other moms turn slightly away from her from that point forward. "Anyone else want to feel? You'll have to be as smooth as Sarah is." You turn to Claire and ask, "Mom?" She shakes her head. <<linkreplace "Show off Sarah's anus." t8n>>"OK," you say. "Now turn around and touch the ground." Sarah cringes and with a weak voice and says, "Really?" You nod and say, "Mm-hmm." She touches the ground with her legs spread and her ass pointed at her mother. You grab one cheek and spread it and Mrs. Ball does the same to the other. Sarah's legs shake. The position requires a lot of flexibility. You say, "You can bend your knees." When she does so, it's much easier to spread her cheeks. "See how there's no hair here either? That's really important. Anus hair is very noticeable and unpleasant to the eye. It's feels even worse to touch. Who's going to feel how hairless it is?" No one volunteers so you say, "Mom, I think you should do the honors." She shakes her head. Mrs. Ball snaps back, "It wasn't a question." Claire, still partially covering her face, lifts a finger up to her daughter's rear end and slowly moves her finger closer to the hole. When she's about 6 inches away she pauses and asks, "Do I have to?" You nod and say, "It's best you feel the quality we're expecting from you." She just needed that little push to continue. Her hand inches closer to the hole and from your perspective you see the fingertip disappear into the two cheeks and her finger wiggle up and down. As soon as the wiggle happens, Sarah gasps and extends her legs, lifting her butt higher into the air. Claire immediately retracts her hand and wipes her fingertip on the bench she's sitting on. "How did it feel," you ask. Claire coughs and says, "Hairless." "Yeah?" you ask. You reach your free hand into Sarah's crack and graze your fingertips up and down the wrinkles. Sarah reacts by stiffening her posture even more. As you tickle the wrinkles, Sarah shifts her body weight to avoid direct contact on her anus but you're persistent and don't let her escape. Your middle finger taps against the anus hole and it winks tight, giving it a lewd kiss. As you remove your hand you say, "So it is. We want you to shave your anus just like that. Do you think you can remember how it felt?" "Yes," Claire grunts through her teeth. "Good! Sarah, you can turn around now." Sarah stands up, turns around, and looks at the floor with her index finger at her lip. She chews on it a bit before she spreads her knees and puts her hands on her bottom.<</linkreplace>> "Hmm, what else," you think out loud. "The taint," Mrs. Ball grunts. "Ah yes," you say. "Also known as the perineum. It's the part between your anus and genitalia. That part is easy to mess up because it's surrounded by so many curves. Why don't you demonstrate, Mrs. Ball?" Mrs. Ball holds her palm up and curls her index finger to tickle Sarah's taint. It makes Sarah gasp and push Mrs. Ball's hand away. When Mrs. Ball grunts, Sarah clears her throat and apologizes, and then Mrs. Ball goes back to tickling. The sensation appears to be so intense that Sarah has to close her eyes and face the ceiling to bear it. It has to do with Mrs. Ball's technique. She's brushing it as lightly as she possibly can to intensify the feeling. This isn't just sadistic, it's also pragmatic because it'll make it easier to feel any peach fuzz that's left behind. Sarah starts humming as she purses her lips to take her mind off of how ticklish the sensation is. "Very good," you say and when Mrs. Ball retracts her hand, Sarah exhales loudly. If you're not mistaken, her vulva has become a little flush. You smile at Mom and wonder if she notices, but the way she's still averting her eyes makes you think she hasn't. You cup your palm an inch away from Sarah's labia and feel the warmth. "Mmm," you say. "It's warm. Mom you should feel." Sarah looks down at you, frowns, and shakes her head. You ignore her plea and grab Claire's hand and place it close to her daughter. "Feel it?" Claire winces and says, "Yes." You hold her hand in place while you check Sarah's reaction. She's timidly scanning the room and whenever she makes eye contact with someone in the semicircle she darts her eyes away. "Now we're going to feel the mound, OK?" You move Claire's hand diagonally upward toward her daughter until she's made contact. The top half of her hand lands on the plump mound, but the bottom half rests across Sarah's clit hood and sensitive clitoris. Sarah gasps and jumps back. "Now, now," you say. "Mommy needs to feel so she knows what we're looking for. Put it back." Sarah juts her hips out and takes a few small steps forward. She places Mom's cupped hand entirely over her mound. You look up at Sarah and grin, then say "You know that's not where it was before." Sarah whimpers as she looks at the crowd watching every move. She lifts her hips up to make the bottom half of Mom's hand rest across her clit hood. They both wince and mom extends her pinky and ring finger so it's not making direct contact. When you notice this you place your palm over Claire's to flatten it out. It makes Sarah gasp because her clit is not properly warmed up yet. You can feel Sarah's heat radiating between her mom's fingers. You spread your fingers to grip Claire's hand and slide it upward. When you do so, you apply most of your pressure on the bottom half of her hand to ensure Claire gets a good feel of the clit and creates friction against the hood. Sarah makes two fists then flattens her palms as if she's about to push your hands away but she catches herself. When Mom's hand has passed the hood, you say, "See? No stubble. Completely smooth. It's really important you run your hand upward to feel it because it's much easier to get a clean shave going down than up. We want it smooth when you go up, too." Claire covers her whole face with her other hand and says, "OK, I get it." You release Claire's hand and she pulls it back, shakes it a few times, and rubs her wrist. "Very good," you say. "Especially you, Sarah." She looks down at the floor to avoid eye contact with everyone. [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothers5]]

"Now for the most important and trickiest part," you say. You look at Mia's mom and say, "Can you guess what it is?" She raises her hand and answers without being called on. "The clit?" "That's right. Would you like to volunteer to feel?" Claire glares directly into Mia's mom's eyes which makes Mia's mom rub the back of her neck and say, "No... that's OK." "OK then," you say as you turn to Sarah's mom. "Looks like Claire just volunteered then." She turns her glare toward you but you don't back down. "Hold out your finger," you say. She grimaces at you before she covers her eyes with her palm and holds out a finger on her other hand. "That's right. You don't have to see, but I want you to feel." You place your hands on both sides of Sarah's hips and say, "Now I know that spot is very sensitive. Wouldn't it be better if Mommy's finger were wet?" Sarah doesn't reply so you shake her hips a bit and ask in a firmer tone, "Wouldn't it?" She whimpers and says, "Yes." You say, "I thought so. So let's put a little moisture on it." Sarah closes her eyes and nods. [[Have Sarah use her mouth.->DaughtersShaveMothersSarahMouth]] [[Have Sarah use her 'personal' lubricant.->DaughtersShaveMothersSarahVagina]] [[On second thought, let's skip this part and go directly to the shave.->DaughtersShaveMothersShave]] [[This whole thing kind of makes you feel uncomfortable. Have Mrs. Ball do it, but you don't want to watch.->Office]]

"OK," you say with a smile. "That's probably moist enough." You rub Sarah's back in circles and say, "Good girl. It's time to give Mommy a feel." Sarah puts her hands back onto her hips and pushes them out. You tell Sarah, "Just hold that position and Mommy will do the rest of the work." To Claire you say, "You're going to have to open your eyes on this one." She takes her hands off her eyes and sighs then slowly turns her head to look at her daughter's vulva. As her chin starts to tremble you say, "Oh, don't look so sad. You'll hurt your daughter's feelings." You point and say, "It's not so bad, right? Her little clit is very pretty." You put your nail very close to it and say, "I want you to feel how she even shaved the crease between the clit hood and the lips. You'll have to slide your finger in real deep to feel the hood from behind. That part is hard to get but it's the most important." As you lower fingertip a centimeter you say, "Just slide your finger on the side of the hood there." It's quiet for a while and nothing happens. You break the silence by looking up at Sarah and saying, "You're little clitty has come out to play, huh?" You're referring to the way that her hood has ridden up a bit, exposing the very bottom of her clit. "Can everyone else see that?" Sarah blushes and only Mia's mom nods. Everyone else shakes their head. You turn to Claire and say, "OK, Mom. Enough dilly-dallying. Time to feel." Claire reaches her finger out and quickly swipes down the side of the clit hood. It's so fast and abrupt that Sarah's hips jerk back. You furrow your brow and hiss through your teeth as you inhale, then say, "Oooh, that isn't a nice way to touch someone's sensitive spot. Are we going to have to give you a long lesson on how to touch that part the correct way?" Looking up at Sarah, you say, "What do you think? Does Mommy need a long lesson on how to touch you?" Claire shakes her head and says, "No!" "Then do it right," Mrs. Ball snaps. Claire sighs then tries again. She slowly moves her glistening finger toward the clit and you say, "Nice and slow this time. I want you to notice she didn't miss a single hair." Claire does as she's told, sliding down so on the left side of the clit hood that you're able to commentate as it's happening: "Oh, very nice. Look at how you're pushing it to the right as you go down. I think I got a better peek at the clit as you did that, too." You look at Claire and say, "It was very pretty. You should be proud." Claire retracts her hand and you ask, "Did you feel any hairs?" She shakes her head with her eyes closed and her chin to her chest. "Maybe you'll find some on the other side?" Claire sighs and lifts her finger back up to her daughter's clit. She slides it nice and slow and this time Sarah lets out a little grunt or moan as the finger gingerly traces through her folds. You look up at Sarah and mouth the words, "Good girl" to her before looking at her mom. "Well?" Claire replies, "No hair. Am I done?" You nod and she wipes her finger off on a stray towel by the floor. You explain to the moms, "That's the kind of quality shave we're looking for. Does anyone have any questions? No? Good." [[They probably learned everything they need to know from the lesson. You don't need to stick around to watch them shave each other. You go back to your office.->Office]] [[You stick around for the next part: The daughters shave their mothers.->DaughtersShaveMothersShave]]

You reach up to Sarah's upper back and push forward while you say. "Suck on Mommy's finger, now." Once she's bent over, Sarah opens her mouth and leans in to the finger. Her taut breasts dangle before you and you notice her nipples are nearly hard. She makes brief eye contact with someone in the corner of the semicircle right before she envelops her lips around the finger. You see her tongue dart out of her mouth and lick the underside before she closes her jaw and sucks. <<include "DaughtersShaveMothersSarahClitFeel">>

You say to Sarah, "Why don't you spread yourself again?" She looks down at you with her eyebrows squished together and asks, "Why?" "Well how else did you think you were going to wet your mom's finger," you ask. She opens her mouth and points inside. You shake your head as you point to her vagina and say, "I like this way much better. It's the best way to show Mommy how much fun you're having." Sarah pleads, "Come on. Are you serious?" Claire, aware of what's being discussed, sticks her finger into her own mouth and yells, "See? It's wet now. We don't need to do it." A lot of students nod with empathy. Mrs. Ball uses her shirt to wipe off Claire's finger and says, "No. Sarah is going to do it. And if you do that again, I'm going to punish you today and make you go through all of this again tomorrow." Claire grimaces at Mrs. Ball for a moment before holding her finger out again. You tap on Sarah's bottom and say, "Come on, now. Don't keep Mommy's finger waiting." As Sarah spreads herself, many of the other moms turn their heads to avoid the scene and Claire covers her eyes with her hand. The younger students, desensitized over the months, don't turn away. Sarah lifts her hips above the finger and slowly lowers herself onto it. When first contact is made, Claire flinches and contorts her face. Sarah has to adjust her hips to aim the finger into her hole and you hear a noise as the vagina parts; audible proof that she's already wet. Sarah's brow scrunches and she bites the corner of her lip as she lowers herself. Her labia spread slightly as the finger passes through her and she grunts. The frown on Claire's face grows as her finger goes deeper. When the first knuckle is passed, she groans, "Ugh." Sarah turns to you and asks, "Can I stop now?" "One second," you reply. You put your hand on Claire's knee and ask, "How does it feel?" Instead of answering, she pulls her finger out of her daughter and bats the air away in front of her face to tell you she wants to be left alone. <<include "DaughtersShaveMothersSarahClitFeel">>

Mrs. Ball claps her hands and announces, "We're going to split up into groups of mothers and daughters. The mothers will sit or lay on the end of the bench and the daughters will shave them. You know what happens if you disobey. Any questions?" They grumble but form into groups on their own. One of the youngest of the new transfer students stays behind and says, "I don't have a daughter in this school. Can I shave myself?" "What's your name," you ask her. "Eva," she replies. You look her up and down. She can't be more than 5 years older than the younger students. Age-wise, she's more like a big sister than a mother. "You have a child?" you ask. She says, "Yes. He's very young. And then I did something stupid, and now..." She looks down at herself and shrugs, then flashes a smile. "Now I'm here." You inspect her mound and from the hair pattern it appears she already trims herself, she's just let it grow out for a few days. Since this mom already has a lot of experience, you decide to pair her with Kira. Kira doesn't have a mom here and tends to mess up her shave a lot. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from Eva. Now that the groups have formed, you decide which one to visit. <<include "ShavingLinks">><<chardetail "Eva" "She paired with Kira then Kira shaved her.">><<chardetail "Kira" "She paired with Eva then shaved Eva.">>

<<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveSarahClaire to true>>Both Sarah and her mom Claire seem very apprehensive about the shave. You tell Sarah, "It was kind of you to wait for me so I could watch." Obviously, she's just stalling for time, but your hope is she reads between the lines and begins now that you're watching. "Claire," you say, "Why don't you lie down on the bench there so your daughter can focus?" Once she feels balanced, she covers her face with both hands. Her mound is really thick and there's no sign that she's ever trimmed it. It's a challenge to see her labia through it but since you can see a bit of it poking out you can tell her inner lips are very long. You squat down next to Sarah and ask, "You ever felt Mommy like this before?" She shakes her head. "I didn't think so. Should be a nice new experience for you, huh?" The razor slips from her hand onto the floor and you notice how much her hands are trembling. You grab one of her hands and stroke the top of it and say, "Don't worry. You're making it out to be much worse than it is. "Here," you say as you grab a warm bowl of water she gathered and move it closer to her. "Start with this." Sarah bows her head and cups her hands then scoops out some warm water from the bowl. She moves her hands above her mom's mound and lets the warm water pour over it. "Again," you say. Under other circumstances, the water would be refreshing, but there's no sign that Claire is any more relaxed. "OK, now for what I think is going to be your favorite part: The shaving cream." You grab the can off the floor and squirt some of it into Sarah's clammy hand, then you pinch your chin and smile at Sarah. She turns her hand over and lightly pats the shaving cream onto the hair, trying as hard as she can to avoid any skin-on-skin contact. Then she pulls her hand back to ask for more shaving cream but you smile and say, "There's still plenty on your hand." Her eyes plead with you then she looks at the bush, then back to you. "OK, I'll do it," she whispers. She reaches out to spread what's left on her hand onto her mom by using little circular motions. Claire gradually closes her legs the longer Sarah rubs until it becomes a hindrance, so Sarah has to place her other forearm on Claire's inner knee and gently part her thighs. "Very good," you whisper to Sarah. She looks back at you and blushes then extends her hand to ask for more cream. Half of her mom's mound is covered with foam and most of it is off of Sarah's hand but you say, "Work with what you've got." Sarah bites her lip for a moment then asks, "How?" There's not enough shaving cream there to cover her mom's pubic hair. You say, "Just do your best." Sarah blushes as she turns to face her mom. She has to press her palm against the mound and run her fingers through it as she attempts to spread the cream. Claire's legs slam shut on Sarah's arm but she doesn't remove it. There's a long pause while Claire slowly spreads her knees and when she does it's revealed to you that Sarah has been kneading the mound with her fingers that whole time. You whisper into Sarah's ear so only she can hear, "You've just earned yourself some more shaving cream." She looks around to make sure nobody's watching, especially her mom, then she holds out her hand. You stand up and say, "I should check on the others. You're doing great here." <<include "ShavingLinks">><<chardetail "Claire" "She was shaved by her daughter, Sarah">>

<<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki to true>>You walk over to Mia and her mom, Yuki, and see a very different dynamic between them and the other girls. Yuki is laying on her stomach with her knees pulled near her chest to spread her cheeks and give Mia easy access. Once balanced, Yuki reaches back and spreads her cheeks further. Mia scrunches her nose and yells, "Mom, be serious!" It looks like Mia's about to start shaving Yuki's anus. [[You're not really interested in seeing what unfolds here.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveEndLinks]] [[You want to see what's going on.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki2]]<<chardetail "Yuki" "Mia, her daughter, shaved her in gym class.">><<chardetail "Mia" "She shaved her mother, Yuki, in gym class.">>

<<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva to true>>Eva hisses through her teeth then says, "Ooh, you nicked me." Kira puts her hands to her face and says, "I'm so sorry!" She smiles at Kira and says, "It's OK. I know it wasn't on purpose. Just... spread me more. You need to shave on a flat surface." She grabs one of her lips and pulls it inward. "Like that, see?" Kira nods and says, "Now I'm all nervous." "You're doing fine. It was an honest mistake." You butt in and say, "How are we doing?" Eva says, "Great," but Kira isn't as optimistic. "Mind if I watch," you ask. They're both OK with it, but your presence seems to make Kira even more nervous. You already notice she's missed a spot on Eva but you don't want to say it yet. Eva rubs her pubic region and finds it on her own. She says, "It's ok, we'll go back and get that later." Eva smiles at you and says, "She's doing great. Kira's biggest issue is confidence." Kira puts her razor down and Eva feels herself and says, "That's a good first pass. You got most of it." "May I," you ask as you extend your arm toward Eva. Eva swallows hard, looks around, and says, "Sure." You place your hand on her vulva and circle it around, feeling for any stubble or stray hairs. Kira pins her arms to her chest and chews on her bottom lip as Eva lays her head on the bench and closes her eyes as you fondle. Eva exhales sharply and says, "This is a strange school." "Oh?" you say as you slide your thumb behind her clit hood and rub the crease. You chuckle and say, "I guess you're right. I think I've become a little desensitized to it all." By the time you're fondling the other side you can tell you're having an effect on Eva. Even Kira can tell and when you glance at her and she smiles back at you nervously. You say to Eva, "Can you tell I'm touching some stray hairs here?" "Oh no," Kira says then she sighs. Eva says, "It's OK." She clears her throat and says, "Yeah, I think so. We'll go over that again." You figure since you're already there, you may as well pull her hood back and inspect her clit. It's a lot smaller than most. You gently blow on it and Eva shudders and you see her fingers extend then wiggle. Kira's eyes widen and she whispers, "Oh." She leans in to get a closer view of what you're doing. You smile at her as you let go of Eva. Soon after, you say, "If you shave those missed parts it'll be a quality shave. You're doing fine, you just need to check your work a little better." You back out of the way so Kira can continue. [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva2]]<<chardetail "Eva" "You stimulated her while inspecting her shave.">>

<<set $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna to true>>The twins have progressed to the point where they're actually shaving their mom's upper labia and clit hood so you stop by to see how it's progressing. Their mom is leaning back with her hips on the edge of the bench while Anna holds the shaving cream and Hannah holds the razor. With a large grimace on her face, mom pulls her clit to the side to give her daughters' access. You tell Mom, "You aren't supposed to be participating in this. Just relax and let the twins do the work." She asks, "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, put both of your hands on the bench." All 3 of them frown on hearing that. Mom does as she's told but neither of the twins want to touch their mom's clit. You say, "I nominate Anna since I assume she's only been holding the can so far. You can switch off later if you want." Anna slumps as she sighs, then she looks at Hannah. She sticks out her thumb to place it on her mom's clit but you interrupt and say, "Lick it first." After sighing again, she licks her thumb then places it between the hood and the lip then pulls the hood to the side. Mom jumps a bit and her elbows wobble as she hisses through her teeth. You inspect the mom's vulva as Hannah begins to shave the new skin Anna has exposed. Her clit is rather large and sticks out of its hood. But, her reactions suggest it's not from sexual provocation, maybe she just has an unusually large clit. Or maybe Anna's thumb is just lifting the clit up. [[Investigate the clit.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna2]] [[Move on to another group.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveEndLinks]]<<chardetail "Anna" "With her twin sister's help, she shaved her mom's vulva.">><<chardetail "Hannah" "With her twin sister's help, she shaved her mom's vulva.">>

When all the groups are finished, you have the mothers stand in a single file line and spread themselves in front of the younger students. You and Mrs. Ball walk by every mom and fondle them as you pass to make sure their shaves are up to Saint Mary's standards. Fortunately, there are no quality issues and you're able to leave the locker room satisfied that the mothers will keep themselves nice and bald the rest of the time they stay at the school. [[Office]]

<<if not $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveSarahClaire>>\ [[Check up on Sarah and her mom, Claire.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveSarahClaire]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki>>\ [[Check up on Mia and her mom.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki]] <</if>>\ <<if (not $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna) and $fp_twin>>\ [[Check up on Hannah, Anna, and their mom.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva>>\ [[Check up on Kira and Eva.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva]] <</if>>\ [[You decide to leave to your office.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveEnd]]

"Anna," you say. "Can you remove your thumb for a sec?" She gladly does what you ask and reveals an unusually large clit that is still sticking out of its hood. You look up at Mom and say, "You don't happen to be aroused right now, are you?" Wrinkles form above her nose as she says, "Not in the slightest." You believe her. Turning to Anna, you whisper, "Her clit is very large, isn't it?" "Ew," she whispers back. You say, "I think it's beautiful." Anna strokes her throat and frowns before placing her thumb back. You sit behind the two twins as they finish the shave, but you have your eyes glued on Mom's clit the whole time. It's like a peach-colored, glossy pearl. Well, actually, it's not perfectly spherical. The bottom of the bulbous nub connects to her two long labia minora and there's a little crease at the bottom between those two lips. Your mind wanders as the twins continue to shave and you start to daydream. You envision a scene where Hannah and Anna are fighting over their mom's clit, pushing each other out of the way for a chance to suck on it. After each daughter gets a few moments to wrap their lips around it and is rudely interrupted, they come to an agreement: The clit is big enough for both of them. Attacking it from the sides, they both wrap their lips around a half and suck on the clit while the twins' lips meet in the middle, simultaneously sucking on their mom's clit while kissing each other. "...flip her over?" "What," you ask. Hannah says, "We shaved the front. Should we flip her over?" "Wait a second," you reply then lick your finger. "I want to inspect your work." Mom squirms as you slide your finger down each side of the clit hood. "You two missed some hairs on the left side. I'll take care of it." Hannah hands you the razor. You pinch the hood between your thumb and index finger and try to feel around for the base of the clit that it protects. Once you've got a light grip on it, you move your hand up and down just enough to let the inner hood stroke the clit underneath. Mom lifts her hips off the bench and you look up to make eye contact with her and smile. She sits back down a few inches away, making you lose your grip. You beckon her closer and say, "I need to hold it to shave it. Or.... would you rather one of your daughters did it?" She looks at her daughter's frowning faces as she contemplates which option is better, then she replies, "You can do it," and scoots her hips back to where they were. You pinch it again, but this time you make little circles with your thumb to massage the left side of her hood. When your thumb is at the top of the motion, a bit of her hood is lifted just enough to expose a ridge at the back of her clit. Just as you're admiring it, Mom whimpers then says, "I've changed my mind. I want Hannah to hold it." You frown a bit as you let Hannah take your place, but you realize that you'll still get to check on their finished work. When Hannah claims to be done, you lick all your fingertips at once and place them on each side of the clit hood then wiggle your fingers ever so slightly to tickle it from behind. Mom moves her hips and grunts at the sensation as if each wiggle causes a jolt of electricity to surge through her. You slide your hands up and down while wiggling, to enhance the sensation further. "It feels very nice," you say, trying to conceal a shudder in your voice. You leave your fingers stimulating Mom like that for a few seconds until Mom shuts her eyes tight and breathes heavily through her mouth, waiting patiently for you to move on. When you stop, you say, "I dunno, what do you think, Anna?" Her lip curls a bit as she says, "It looks fine to me." "Yes, but how does it feel?" you say, holding up your fingers near your face and wiggling them like you were on her mom's clit. "I want you to check your sister's work." [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveHannahAnna3]]

Which group do you want to investigate next? <<include "ShavingLinks">>

"What's going on here," you ask. They both turn around to look at you. Mia sighs and says, "My mom is being vulgar, again." "How do you mean," you ask. "Where do I even begin? When I was shaving her front, she kept trying to wrap her legs around my head and pull me in. She spread her lips just so I would look inside. And, she kept 'adjusting' my hand when I was shaving her hood." Mia's clearly upset and looks a little red in the face. Yuki says, "She's being dramatic. It's not //that// bad, I was just playing." Mia rolls her eyes and says, "You always say that!" You pull Mia aside before they create a scene. Whispering, you ask, "Has your mom always been so... impulsive?" She looks back at Yuki and sneers. "For as long as I can remember." Yuki's a rail thin Asian woman with long black hair and bangs. From the boredom of waiting, one of her index fingers has migrated to the center of her anus and is circling it with a light touch. You grin at Mia and ask, "Does she know how to teach?" Mia lowers her head and glares into your eyes. You say, "I was just kidding! OK, so what do you want?" "I dunno," she says. "Maybe a normal mom who's not gross? Who's not acting like a pervert all the time? Especially with me." It's kind of funny hearing Mia say this. Does she realize how alike they are? "Look," you say, "don't tell the other students, but I'll let your mom shave herself. We can just sit and watch. Would that be better?" "God yes," she replies. "Thank you so much. I won't tell anyone." [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki3]]

You and Mia walk back to Yuki then pick the razor up off the ground to hand it to Yuki. She looks back at you and says, "I thought Mia was supposed to shave me." "Change of plans," you say. Yuki pouts, but she knows better than to disobey. She reaches back and asks for some shaving cream and you say, "I'll apply that." She smiles, places the razor on the ground, and spreads her cheeks. "Take your time," she says. She doesn't have a lot of hair on her anus. Actually, she doesn't have a lot of hair anywhere on her body. You say, "This should be quick." With a mocking tone, Mia says, "I hope so." You put some shaving cream on your hand and dab a bit on the inside of Yuki's cheek then use circular motions to spread it around toward the anus. The sparse hairs slide under your fingers as you spread the foam across them. Rarely, a fine hair will slide under your fingertip and you'll feel the slight tension as the motion of your finger pulls against it before it slips away. The more you spread the thinner the cream gets, and eventually Yuki gasps when your middle finger rubs against the center of her anus. "Hold on," Yuki says as she lets go of her cheeks. She scoots herself a few inches toward you so her vulva is off the bench and directly in your face. Then, she spreads her cheeks and asks, "Didn't my daughter do a good job shaving me?" "Mom!" You say, "It's OK, Mia. Don't let it bother you. Besides, you did do a good job." "Yeah," Yuki continues. "Look at this crease." Yuki almost loses her balance as she pulls her clit to one side and her lip to the other. "You said that one was the most difficult right?" Mia covers her face with her hand and shakes her head, but you're enjoying the show Yuki's putting on. You massage the foam onto the other cheek while you use your other hand to slide your finger up and down Yuki's fold. Yuki giggles then asks, "It's good, right?" Then without provocation, she holds the other side open for you. When you slide your finger down it, you feel her anus pulse on your foamy hand and notice her clit bob. You reward her by tracing your index fingernail along the anus wrinkles. Yuki says, "You got me nice and foamy, right? Mia, be a doll and hold my cheeks while I shave?" You give Mia a nod to tell her to do it and her mom says, "Principal $name, you're welcome to inspect the other tricky parts Mia did while I shave myself." "Thank you," you reply. Mia gives you a look as she sits to your side and pulls one cheek out of the way so Yuki can shave. You place your hand on Yuki's taint and slide it toward the clit, making sure your center fingers get a feel of all the inner folds as they pass. "You did a great job, Mia." Her clit isn't properly warmed up so you avoid caressing it for now. You repeatedly stroke Yuki's vulva as she shaves herself. Each time your fingers take a variation on the path they took before to search for any stray hairs Mia may have missed, but you're unable to find any. You continue stroking long after you're convinced it's perfectly bald and Yuki's breathing becomes labored. Unable to concentrate, her shaving slows until it eventually stops. She places the razor on the ground and slips her hands under her legs to spread her labia wide open for you. You continue to pet, but now with her labia open you're able to feel some moisture seeping through at the center as your finger passes by. You turn your palm toward you and smile when you notice a drop of clear liquid running down your middle finger. Mia looks at you with disgust and you get the feeling she wants you to stop, but you keep going. With the variations of your strokes, the lips eventually shine with Yuki's juices as you spread them all over. Mia clears her throat to remind you that her mom is supposed to be shaving. You look at Mia and say, "I'm sorry to go back on my word, but would you mind shaving the rest? Your mom already did half the work for you." Mia rolls her eyes, grabs the razor, and works on finishing the job for her mom. This allows you to continue stimulating Yuki. Yuki parts her left labia minora and majora open for you and you run your fingertip between them with 3 strokes. First you run your finger along the labia majora, then the crease between the two lips, then you pet the labia minora. Then she holds her right lips open for you and you touch those folds, too. You come to an unspoken agreement where Yuki will spread what she wants you to touch, and all you have to do is graze that part until she's ready for you to move on. After your fingers move around she gets bold, drops the charade and spreads her vagina. You circle your middle finger around the entrance, coating the tip with more of Yuki's juices. As Yuki moans, you see Mia's about to lose her patience. She's rushing to finish the shave so she can put an end to this. You hint, "Mia's almost done, so we're almost ready to stop." Yuki understands what you're trying to say and rushes as she lowers her fingers to spreads her vulva by her clit hood. It pulls it back and making her tiny clit pop out. You're not exactly sure what part she wants you to touch, so you spread your index and middle finger and trace them down each side of the clit. Yuki's buttocks clenches and she hisses, "Yes," through her teeth. You continue caressing the sides of the clit while Mia says, "Mom, you're being annoying! I could have nicked you if I wasn't washing the razor when you did that." Your consistent stimulation flusters Yuki so much there's a long pause where all you hear is her heavy breathing while she adjusts to the sensation, but she eventually relaxes her buttocks and is able to muster a word to her daughter: "Sorry." You vary the way you stroke down on each side. Sometimes you spread your fingers wide, then next time you put your fingers a little closer together. You repeat this until the sides of your fingers brush against Yuki's clit hood, then you spread your fingers wide again. Sometimes when you bump against it, Yuki's vagina and anus pulse. Just when you were about to figure out what Yuki really likes, Mia says, "I'm done," and she pours the bowl of lukewarm water over Yuki's backside. Yuki gasps and hugs the bench near her chest to keep her balance then Mia folds her arms and squints at you. You glare back at her as you shake your hand dry and say, "A little warning would have been nice." [[Continue->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveMiaYuki4]]<<chardetail "Yuki" "Yuki encouraged you to fondle her to feel her new shave.">>

Anna groans and slumps a bit, but without protesting she licks her fingertips and reproduces the technique you were using on her mom. Mom gasps and looks up at the ceiling, waiting for the sensation to pass. After a moment Anna pulls her hands back and shakes them like she's drying them off as she says, "I don't feel any hair." By now, Mom's vulva has a tint of color to it. "What about you, Hannah? Why don't you check your own work like your sister did?" On hearing that, Mom scoots her butt back and says, "It-it's shaved properly! I can tell." You smile and say, "OK, why don't you show us instead of Hannah? Do it like Anna and I did." Preferring that over her own daughter, she swallows and nods her head. From her angle her fingers frame her clit nicely for you and the twins to watch. You say, "Just keep doing that, I'll tell you when to stop... When I think you've felt enough to tell it's a good shave. Or we could just have Hannah check if you'd prefer." Not liking the alternative, she effectively masturbates in front of you and her daughters until you say stop. You commentate for the group while it happens, saying, "Isn't that nice how the wiggling fingers move the clit left and right? Oh, and I think I see the little hood riding up. That's pretty." You scoot in so close you block the twins view. Its musty fragrance enters your nose and you feel yourself getting warm. You look up and say to Mom, "You can stop, but before I go, may I touch it once more?" She rubs the back of her neck and looks around the room, then shakes her head at you. You hold up your finger and say, "Just for one, second, OK? Then I'll be out of your hair." Without waiting for her to respond, you place both hands on her inner thighs and bend your head forward and gently wrap your lips around her giant clit. Half of your upper lip is pressed against the hood and the other half is on the clit itself. Your other lip is entirely around the bottom of her clit. It's wonderfully firm and warm in your mouth. You slide the tip of your tongue up the clit as you pull your head back, ending the kiss almost as soon as it began. Mom jumps back and gasps. She covers her mouth with one hand and her crotch with the other. No doubt that was an uncomfortable jolt, but you couldn't contain yourself. The twins are both frowning at what they just saw. You say, "I really appreciate that. Your shave is..." You close your eyes to finish the sentence, "Perfect." As you walk away from the group you can tell they're disturbed by what just happened. You wonder what they'll talk about when you're gone. <<include "ShavingLinks">>

Seeing as how Mia just ruined the mood, you quickly feel Yuki's anus and confirm it's up to your standards. On hearing that it is, Yuki hops off the bench, gets behind Mia, and wraps her arms around her in a nude embrace as they sit on the locker room floor. As Yuki gives Mia a big kiss on the cheek, Mia groans and tries to squirm out of the hug. "Gross, Mom. I don't like it." Yuki says, "Oh, you're just being shy because you're in front of your principal," then she wraps her legs around Mia's and spreads them wide. This forces Mia's legs open and exposes her labia to you. The lips part at the center and show off her little clit hood and vagina. Yuki makes eye contact with you and gives you a wink but when Mia sees you look at it her eyes beg for you to help. Mia begins to yell and elbow her mom to let go. You try to calm them down before they make an even bigger scene by saying, "Hold on. Can I just ask some questions?" Mia tilts her head and her posture loosens. For a moment she stops fighting. You try to avoid looking at her crotch her mom has put on display as you say, "Yuki, why are you being so... aggressive?" One of Yuki's hands wanders dangerously close to her daughter's pubic region and begins to rub it in circular motions. She gives Mia another kiss on the cheek and says, "I don't know. Aggressive? I just... I'm just being affectionate." You say, "I think the word 'aggressive' is accurate. I mean, you're literally holding her legs open right now." Yuki looks toward Mia's crotch and notices how her daughter is struggling to close her legs. Realizing you're right, she frowns. A moment later, Yuki lifts her legs up and Mia immediately snaps her legs closed to cover herself up. "That's better," you say. "And your arms?" Yuki sighs and says, "Fine." She lets go of Mia who instantly pushes herself away from her mom. "Hold on, Mia." You point at her mom and say, "Sit back down." Mia slumps and says, "Fine," then slowly sits back down between her mother's legs. "Now," you continue, "can you two 'play' nice? Yuki, why don't you just give Mia a regular hug around her abdomen?" Mia's body stiffens as her mom wraps her arms around her. "See? That's nice. And stop kissing her cheek. She doesn't like that." Yuki's legs start fidgeting. It's like she can't help herself from being inappropriate and needs something to distract her thoughts. She starts bobbing her head but after you make some light banter with them they both start to calm down: Yuki stops fidgeting and Mia looks less on edge. You say, "That's better. You're acting like a normal mother and daughter now." Well, except for the fact that they're in a nude embrace. "Mia, would you say your mom is behaving herself?" "Much more than usual." You say, "OK good. How about you reward her by letting her snuggle your cheek? Just give her that much." Mia whines as she turns her head to a locker and Yuki bounces her legs in excitement. "Oh... alright." You hold out your hand to slow Yuki down and say, "You're allowed to squeeze her abdomen and rub your cheek on hers. That's all. Understand?" Mia grumbles as her mom squishes her face into hers. Yuki asks, "Can I touch her nose? I've always loved her nose." You shake your head and say, "Not today. Mia, I want you to tell me if your mom tries to do more than hug or snuggle you, OK? Yuki, you understand? You're not allowed to get handsy with your daughter until a teacher or I say so. Just be a normal mom. And, Mia, I want you to compromise a bit and let your mom hug and snuggle you when she wants. I mean, within reason. In other words, I don't want to hear about a 60 hugging session. Can you two agree to that?" They both look a little unhappy as they nod. You smile and say, "Good. I think we're getting somewhere. Well, I've spent a lot of time here already. I should check on the other groups." <<include "ShavingLinks">>

When Kira kneels between Eva's legs she looks side to side and asks Eva, "Umm, did you like that?" Eva lifts her head and her brow wrinkles as she asks, "What?" "What Principal $name just..." she stops her sentence when she sees Eva blush and realizes it's an inappropriate question. She clears her throat and says, "I'll give everything a second pass, OK?" Eva turns her head slightly away from Kira before she replies. With a furrowed brow, she says, "Remember to spread everything flat before you shave." When Kira finishes you tell her to check her work. She bites on the end of her thumb and blinks rapidly. Then she covers the side of her face and whispers so only you hear, "Will you show me how? Like... the way you did it?" You smile and nod enthusiastically. Kira licks her thumb and slides it between the crease she just shaved. Eva looks concerned as you scoot up to Kira and whisper into her ear. "Use your other hand so your thumbnail isn't against her hood. Good. Wait, lick it first. Yeah, now wiggle your finger up and down. Just pet it lightly. Lighter." Eva exhales and lays her head down on the bench and Kira tilts her chin up to look at her and smiles. Fortunately, Eva closed her eyes so she doesn't notice Kira staring back at her. It would probably scare her off. After caressing the side for a while Eva moans then blushes. She asks, "Is there any hair left on that part?" Kira says, "Um... still checking." Eva says, "How long does..." Her sentence ends in a relaxed sigh and her knees part ever so slightly. You rub Kira's back to let her know she's doing a great job. Without your instruction, Kira pulls the hood back and gently blows on the clit like you did. Eva opens her eyes wide and abruptly sits up on the bench then places her hand over her crotch. She clears her throat and says, "What are you doing?" Kira shrugs then frowns and says, "Making you feel good?" Eva places her hand on her flush facial cheek and looks at you as she shakes her head slightly, then she says to Kira, "That's... weird. I mean... that's sweet but, yeah, nobody asked you to do that." She puts her other hand on her cheek to feel how warm it is. You interrupt her befuddled state to say, "Kira often misses some spots when she's shaving herself. Would you mind taking at look at hers?" Eva rapidly nods her head while looking side to side and says, "Yeah, yeah, sure." You tap Kira's bottom to make her stand up and drop her towel. Eva places her hand on her own crotch and furrows her brow when she feels it. You clear your throat to draw Eva's attention to Kira who's standing in front of her in the nude. [[Continue.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva3]]<<chardetail "Kira" "She saw you pleasure Eva while inspecting her shave and was eager to learn your technique.">>

Eva snaps her head toward Kira's crotch then looks up at her and says, "What do you want me to do?" You answer for her by saying, "Use your hands to make sure she has a clean shave like you." "OK..." Eva raises her hand and glides her fingers down the front of Kira's lips. Her hand pauses halfway down and she uses her index finger to stroke a part repeatedly. "You missed a spot right here." She continues by brushing against the lower half of the lips then says, "Other than that, it seems as good as mine." You say, "Don't forget the inside of the lips." Eva sighs then uses her thumbs to part the two lips and slides her hand down to the bottom which makes Kira shudder and look up at the ceiling. You say, "Does that feel good, Kira?" She nods her head up and down and Eva looks a little disturbed by that. "Want me to check, too?" Without answering or changing her posture, Kira turns her body to face you. You smile at Eva as you part Kira's lips near the top just like Eva did and slide your thumbs down to the bottom. It feels glossy on the inside and you're unable to find a trace of hair. "You did a good job on this part," you say. You lean in and smell a fragrance indicating that Kira's a little wet then you blow on her clit. She places her hands on your shoulder and shakes her head. "Not good?" you ask. She shakes her head again. Since you know she enjoys it, you run your thumbs up and down the inside of her lips one last time before letting go. Kira looks down at you with a little smile and a glazed over look on her face. You smile back at her and say, "Let Eva check your hood?" When Kira turns to face Eva you tell Eva, "Do it how we checked you." Eva runs her hands through her hair and says, "You mean... the thumb thing?" You nod. She says, "OK, give me a second." With some hesitation, she sticks her finger in her mouth. Then her eyes ping-pong, avoiding direct eye contact with you or Kira. Her lips move but, as far as you can tell, she's not saying anything, probably trying to psych herself up. Finally, she says, "OK," and begins. She licks her thumb and slides it along the side of Kira's clit hood. Kira's eyes roll and her knees buckle as she almost falls. Eva jumps off the bench, lifts her hands above her head, and turns around. A second later, she turns around with her hands balled into fists. She asks, "Are you OK, Kira? This is weird." "Maybe you should lay on your back," you tell Kira. When she nods and lays on the floor, it's obvious that Kira is completely comfortable with what's been happening. She gives Evan enough room to approach from the front. You say to Kira, "Spread your legs." From your position at the side of Kira's hip, you can see her little hood poking out between the lips. Eva sits between Kira's legs and strokes the hood again. It makes Kira moan and her legs flutter in the air until she gets used to it. You smile at Eva who looks very uncomfortable, and say, "Now that I think about it, I guess the school is very strange. You'll get used to it though." While Eva's still touching you extend your arm and say, "Mind if I feel the other side?" Kira moans as you slide your index finger between her other fold and wiggle it toward Eva's thumb on the other side of the clit. Between the two of you, you're giving Kira's clitoris plenty of stimulation and it seems to enjoy being the center of attention. "She did a good job on my side, what about yours?" Eva nods. OK, I trust you two to fix up Kira's vulva after I leave. [[Now let's check her anus.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveKiraEva4]] [[Check on the other groups.->DaughtersShaveMothersShaveEndLinks]]<<chardetail "Kira" "She enjoyed being touched by you and Eva while you inspected her shave.">>

The way Kira's biting her lower lip with her eyes closed tells you she seems to be enjoying this. You say, "We're going to check your anus now, OK?" Without opening her eyes, she nods. "Good. Put your knees into your chest and tuck your forearms under the back of your knees for us." Eva turns her head at the view that you can't really see from your position. You ask, "Want to trade places?" and she nods with a curled lip. You sit cross legged by Kira's bottom and rest Kira's butt on your lap to curl her back and give you a very nice view of her anus and vaginal canal. "Hm," you say as you part her cheeks with your thumbs. Her anus is a much darker brown ring than the rest of her skin. "Pucker?" you ask Kira. You see her pink sphincter muscle come into view when she does and you trace its shape with the tip of your pinky nail. A small smile grows on Kira's face and bites her bottom lip. "Very nice," you say. Eva looks a little grossed out by what you're doing. "OK," you say. "We're going to feel for any hairs, just like we've been doing. Make sure you touch every inch, understand?" Eva nods. From where she's sitting, behind Kira's hips, she can't see the anus so she has to reach over Kira's legs to get to it. You place her index finger on the sphincter and she slides her finger to the left tracing a wrinkle until it ends. Then she moves her finger up and slides it back to the center, repeating the process in a clockwise motion. You do the same on the other side, the two of you working as a team to tickle every inch of Kira's anus. It's a little bit sticky, but not so much so that it gives you the impression it's dirty. Kira gives you a few happy grunts as you touch. "Found one," Eva says. You tilt your head to look where her finger is stroking. "Ah," you say. "Good job. I think that's the only one and... maybe I can get it without a razor." You pinch the stray hair between your thumb and index fingernails. Before you pluck it, you rest the index fingertip of your other hand on the center of her anus. Then you pluck it as fast as you can which makes her anus pucker much harder than earlier, giving your fingertip a firm squeeze. You circle your finger to ease the sting as you say, "There, there. Not so bad, right?" Kira looks a little flush as she smiles and shakes her head. You feel the anus loosen on your fingertip and release it's grip. "I think that was all the hairs," you say. You rest your hand over Kira's vulva and ask, "Did you like that?" She nods. "Good. I'm glad." You give her labia a little squish as you scoot back to stand up. "Well," you say, "I really should check on the other groups. I trust you to get the missed spots before you leave the locker room." As you walk away you see Kira's shoulders sway as she covers her crotch and smiles. She bashfully says to Eva, "I liked that." Eva shakes her head and repeats, "This is a weird school." <<include "ShavingLinks">>

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<<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 that she must have borrowed from the unused music class. The bench is pushed against the easel so there's very little space between them and Ms. Monet is frantically putting books under each leg of the bench to lift it higher. "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." That's when you notice there are 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 so that when you look through the easel frame you get a view of her ass, penis, and dangling testicles. She straddles the piano bench so her arms and legs hang over the sides. "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 secure her ankles to the frame. I'll show you how." Ms. Monet grabs one of Luna's feet and lifts it up until the back of the knee touches the bottom of the frame. Then, she bends the shin back until Luna's almost kicking her own butt. Ms. Monet loops the rope through Luna's ankle, thigh, and some metal loops on the frame to secure it tightly in place. 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 and tied to each side of the frame. You look through the frame and see her testicles horizontally and vertically centered, but her penis is tucked under her stomach and resting on the piano bench. Ms. Monet steps to the front of the easel, reaches underneath Luna's scrotum and grabs the penis, then pulls it into view and steps away so you can see. It now hangs straight down, perfectly framed by the easel. Its sensitive underside faces you and you admire how large it is even though Luna is completely soft: Its tip is almost touching the bottom of the frame. [img[images/luna_ankles_tied.png]] Ms. Monet clears her throat to get your attention when she notices you staring at Luna's shaft. "Wonderful view, isn't it?" She smiles. "This will be our canvas! I think the students will really enjoy today's lesson. But, in my opinion, it's already a piece of art." She frowns for a moment then says, "I'm a little worried what I've planned today is like asking the students to improve on the Mona Lisa." For a moment she pauses, but she perks up again and says, "Anyway! Can you help me tie the others girls just like this?" She points up and down Luna's shaft, nearly brushing against it. "Make sure this is in frame, kay?" 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 tying someone up and you have to redo a few knots but, when you finish, Ms. Monet thanks you multiple times. "Phew!" she says. "Now that their legs are held in place, let's tie up their arms, too. We don't want them to be able to squirm away." As she says that, she chuckles and pats Luna on the back. "I'll show you how to do it, then you can help me with the others." She has Luna cross her arms behind her back then ties them together. Ms. Monet's face contorts as she pulls the ropes and she grunts as she pulls the last knot tight. "Make sure to make it as snug as possible. If they accidentally wiggle, that could ruin the painting." [img[images/luna_wrists_tied.png]] "That looks complicated, but I'll do my best," you say. When the 4 girls are completely tied, Ms Monet says, "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. Since their lower backs are slightly sloped downward onto the piano bench, the blanket slides down to their tied wrists, exposing their hind quarters. But, they're completely immobilized so the blankets should stay on the top half of their bodies. That's clever, you think: The blanket will also act as a blindfold. Being a part of the initial setup makes you excited to see what's going to happen next. [[Continue->FutaPainting2]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She ran a class where she tied the trans girls to metal easels and painted their genitals.">>

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. [img[images/trans_easels.png]] 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 causes the anus to shrink as it contracts. But after enough time of this, it adjusts to the feeling and relaxes. Ms. Monet looks down and sees a firm canvas that the students can now paint, but in its hard state, it is no longer hanging down, it's pointing up and hidden behind the testicles again. "Oh dear, that won't do," Ms. Monet says as she grabs the hard penis and pulls it down and back through the frame and when she lets go, it is so long the bottom of the frame holds it in place, making it point straight down. She mutters that she felt 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 her open. One of you will have to do that when I leave." She faces the student who is 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 drags her fingernail from the top to bottom of Luna's perineum (also known as the taint). When she drags, the testicles tighten, the penis throbs, and the anus contracts. A light gasp is heard 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 brushing it, too." "Now, before I leave, does anyone have any ideas of what they'd like to paint?" The students think hard, but don't come up with any ideas. "What about this here," Ms. Monet asks as she traces her fingernail along a vein of the shaft, "What does this remind you of?" "Umm," a student thinks, "A river?" "Yes! That's a great idea. You could paint it as a river." Another one chimes in, "A waterfall?" "Also a great idea! That works, too." The student with the brush points at the anus and says, "And I could paint this like a sun!" "There you go," Ms. Monet says 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]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "Her genitals were painted like a serene landscape in Ms. Monet's class.">>

You see two groups struggling to come up with ideas. Each has two blank canvases. Which one would you like to check up on? [["The very small, uncircumcised canvas"|YouPaintFuta][$futa_painting_uncircumcised to true]] [["The larger, circumcised canvas"|YouPaintFuta][$futa_painting_uncircumcised to false]]

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!" <<if $fp_peehole>><<linkreplace "Ask Mia to show you how the pee hole is like a mouth?" t8n>>"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. <<linkreplace "The mouth looks hungry to you. You want to feed it something." t8n>>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 and, even then, 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. <<linkreplace "The fishy is even hungrier than you originally thought! Let's feed it a big meal" t8n>>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. <<linkreplace "Nom nom nom. Time to eat!" t8n>>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 over one shoulder and sees you, then she turns to Ms. Monet who's behind her other shoulder. What she sees is two encouraging faces, coaxing her to feed the fish. She shrugs and with an uncertain smile on her face 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. 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 now the fishy is too full. Let's see if he spits it out some of the food on his own." Ms. Monet and Mia release the penis and it points straight down to the floor. The paintbrush looks as if it's slowly gliding out of the trans girl's body as it becomes more visible until it finally slips out of the urethra. It lands and makes a distinct clinking sound. The trans girl immediately slumps 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>>\ <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She shoved a paintbrush into a trans girl's penis during Ms. Monet's class.">>\ <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <</if>>\ 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 walk to the <<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>\ smaller, uncircumcised\ <<else>>\ larger, circumcised\ <</if>> group and ask why they're struggling. "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? <<include "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks">>

<<set $finished_futa_painting_balls to true>>You decide to play with the trans girl's balls to see if that stimulates her. The loose sack dangles in front of you so you reach out and grab it with your hand. When you give them a gentle squeeze, you feel the testicles move around your fingers and palm. You squeeze a little harder, but not so much that it would hurt, and a testicle pops out between your thumb and index finger. <<linkreplace "Smell them?" t8n>>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. <<if $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. <</if>>You see a student looking at you side ways with a crinkled brow but she breaks eye contact as soon as you make it.<</linkreplace>> You gently cup them in one hand, lifting so they're no longer dangling free. Is the skin on the back of the scrotum sensitive? To find out, you run the fingers of your other hand across it, 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. <<include "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks">><</if>>

<<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. <<if $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. It barely grows, but you do feel it harden, so 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."<</if>><<if _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.<</if>> [[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 tip of the foreskin, but fight the urge... for now. <<linkreplace "Click to see an image of it" t8n>>\ [img[images/tiffany_tip_down.png]] [img[images/tiffany_tip_up.png]]\ <</linkreplace>> 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. <<linkreplace "You lick the foreskin" t8n>>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. <<linkreplace "You nibble on the foreskin" t8n>>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 and hear a light gasp from under the blanket. If you weren't careful, this could really hurt, but that's not the effect you're going for. The trans girl appears to adjust to the feeling after you nibble a few more times. You open your mouth and pull away. When you lick the top of your tooth you taste more saltiness. "Mmm," you smile to yourself.<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> Unfortunately, foreskin stimulation alone doesn't seem to make her hard. <<include "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. <<if $finished_futa_painting_foreskin>>You feel your<</if>><<if _big>>Your<</if>> 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. <<if _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. <<include "YouPaintFutaToGetHardLinks">><</if>><<if $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]]<</if>>

<<if not $finished_futa_painting_taint>>\ [[Tickle the taint->YouPaintFutaTaint]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_futa_painting_balls>>\ [[Play with the balls->YouPaintFutaBalls]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_futa_painting_shaft>>\ [[Stroke the shaft->YouPaintFutaShaft]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_futa_painting_head>>\ [[Massage the head->YouPaintFutaHead]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_futa_painting_foreskin>><<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>\ [[Play with the foreskin->YouPaintFutaForeskin]] <</if>><</if>>

<<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." <<linkreplace "You keep going anyway." t8n>>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. <<linkreplace "You keep going anyway" t8n>>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." Satisfied, 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."\ <<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She tickle tortured a trans girl's taint during a class about painting the girls' penises like a canvas.">><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> Hopefully you'll have better luck with another part of her body. <<include "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. That's perfect. As you apply the lipstick to your lips you think about how the color will leave a very noticeable mark. 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. The left one bulges out a little more so you lean forward and suck it 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. <<linkreplace "You lick the wrinkles" t8n>>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.<</linkreplace>> 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. <<if _big>>There's plenty of room to place your lips. Where do you want to leave your mark? <<linkreplace "Mark the base" t8n>>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.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Mark the middle" t8n>>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.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Mark under the head" t8n>>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. <</linkreplace>><</if>><<if $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. Right now you must look like a dog with a bone in its mouth, but it's so tiny your lips can touch together 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 but 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. But, her penis is so tiny you didn't really make contact on any other part of her shaft so must of it reminds unmarked.<</if>> [[Continue->YouPaintFuta3]]

<<set _big to (not $futa_painting_uncircumcised)>>\ You wrap your mouth around the tip of the <<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>uncircumcised<</if>> 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 <<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>loose skin at the tip of the foreskin<</if>><<if _big>>pee hole<</if>>. 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]]

<<set $you_paint_futa_colors to ["green", "yellow", "orange", "black", "purple"]>>\ <<set _color to $you_paint_futa_colors[0]>>\ 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? <<include "YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks">>

<<set _colors_left to $you_paint_futa_colors.length>>\ <<if _colors_left is 0>>\ <<goto "YouPaintFutaNoOrgasm">> <<else>>\ You have <<print _colors_left>> color<<if _colors_left > 1>>s<</if>> left. <<if $you_paint_futa_painting_description !== "">>\ <<include $you_paint_futa_painting_description>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal >= 5>>\ <<goto "YouPaintFutaOrgasm">>\ <<elseif $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.\ <<elseif $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.\ <<elseif $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...\ <<elseif $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal < 0>> The penis is soft in your hand. You took too many steps in the wrong direction. But, if you keep doing things she likes, that may change...<</if>>\ [["The anus"|YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks][$you_paint_futa_painting_arousal++, $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "YouPaintFutaPaintingAnusDescription", $you_paint_futa_current_color = $you_paint_futa_colors.shift()]] [["The taint"|YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks][$you_paint_futa_painting_arousal--, $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "YouPaintFutaPaintingTaintDescription", $you_paint_futa_current_color = $you_paint_futa_colors.shift()]] <<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>\ <<set _ball_arousal to $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal + 1>>\ <<else>>\ <<set _ball_arousal to $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal>>\ <</if>>\ [["The balls"|YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks][$you_paint_futa_painting_arousal to _ball_arousal, $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "YouPaintFutaPaintingBallsDescription", $you_paint_futa_current_color = $you_paint_futa_colors.shift()]] [["The shaft"|YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks][$you_paint_futa_painting_arousal += 2, $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "YouPaintFutaPaintingShaftDescription", $you_paint_futa_current_color = $you_paint_futa_colors.shift()]] <<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>\ <<set _head_arousal to $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal>>\ <<else>>\ <<set _head_arousal to $you_paint_futa_painting_arousal - 1>>\ <</if>>\ [["The head"|YouPaintFutaPaintingLinks][$you_paint_futa_painting_arousal to _ball_arousal, $you_paint_futa_painting_description to "YouPaintFutaPaintingHeadDescription", $you_paint_futa_current_color = $you_paint_futa_colors.shift()]] <</if>>

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 $you_paint_futa_current_color so you apply <<= either(3, 4, 5, 6)>> coats while it's still wet.

You take your thick brush and lather the taint in $you_paint_futa_current_color. Her taint tightens from each application and her moans tell you she finds this quite ticklish.

Before you start painting you realize it might be fun to see if you can balance a testicle on your paintbrush. The thickest one should work best for this. You can almost raise the testicle an inch but it always slides off to the side of the brush. After 3 tries, you get bored when you realize how difficult the task really is. Time to get to business. Using broad strokes, you cover the scrotum in a thick $you_paint_futa_current_color coat.

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 $you_paint_futa_current_color. You pull the penis back 180 degrees and do the same with the top side of it, creating a nice $you_paint_futa_current_color cylinder.

<<set _big to (not $futa_painting_uncircumcised)>>\ You pull the shaft back almost 180 degrees behind and color the <<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>uncircumcised tip<</if>><<if _big>>head<</if>> 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 $you_paint_futa_current_color.

<<include $you_paint_futa_painting_description>> 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. She must be very close. You wrap your hand around the shaft to confirm this suspicion: It pulsates and throbs against your curled fingers. It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. "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." Just when you think she's finished she blurts out, "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.<</if>><<if $futa_painting_uncircumcised>>Semen dribbles out of the foreskin and collects into a milky pool in your palm.<</if>> 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 brings an empty mason jar that's normally used to hold paintbrushes. She hands it to Ms. Monet, "Thank you dear." Ms. Monet places the jar under your hand and you spread your fingers to let the semen spill in. The majority of it is in the jar, but your fingers are still heavily coated, so Ms. Monet grabs a dry paintbrush and uses it to brush 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 a smaller jar when you get back to your office. <<set $has_futa_semen_jar to true>>[[Continue->YouPaintFuta4]]<<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She recorded you giving a trans girl an orgasm then collected the semen into a jar and gave it to you.">>

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. <<if $has_futa_semen_jar>>You walk outside the class and wash your hands in a drinking fountain. But, class isn't over yet. <</if>>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. Mia's 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. <<if $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 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 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.<</if>> 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. On one hand, the photo is really adorable because the girls are all cheerful. But, on the other hand, it's quite lewd because the star of picture is a trans girl's penis, 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]]

<<set $week to 4>>The week ends and AB really appreciates all the vids and stories. But, they feel you can be a little more creative if you had the tools to do so. That's why AB decides to give the school the generous donation of an Engineering class and even found a teacher for you so you don't have to interview for the position. Her name is Ms. Tink and her first class will be starting first thing next week. [[Continue->Engineering]]

You walk into the new engineering class and notice 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 indicate she could easily crush yours, but she's kind enough to hold back. "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 will 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 would you like me to build?" [[Continue->Engineering2]]<<charadd "Ms. Tink">>

Ms. Tink beckons you over to pick one of her plans. Her desk has many rolled up blueprints. She picks one out and says, "You don't have to pick just one, honestly, you don't have to pick any. Just let me know!" <<if $has_futa_students>>\ ''Sturdy, metal easels'': Yes <<radiobutton "$has_metal_easels" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$has_metal_easels" false>> She says, "I was told you have an art class," she says as she unrolls a blueprint. "Well, these sturdy, metal easels would be perfect for that!" It doesn't look like any easel you've ever seen before. Essentially, it's a metal rectangular frame with long legs attached to it. She continues, "They have loops along the inside and outside of the frame and more loops on the legs. These can be used to tie or handcuff someone to the device in all sorts of ways. You can really get creative with it. The heavy tripod ensures that it can hold any student's weight and, no matter how hard they struggle, it won't bend or tip over." <</if>>\ ''Sensory Deprivation Headgear'': Yes <<radiobutton "$has_sensory_deprivation" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$has_sensory_deprivation" false>> She says, "I'm very proud of this one. It's made of spandex headgear that completely covers the eyes and has sound proofing at the ears that will dampen almost all external noise. It folds over the wearer's head and has two metal loops at the back of the neck. If you put a lock through both loops, it cannot be taken off. A leather leash can be attached to the back loop or another loop on the front of the neck. There is a nose hole and mouth hole so the wearer can speak. They will not be mute, but you can always put in a gag if you prefer them to be." [[Continue.->EngineeringDeviceUnlocked]]

<<if $has_sensory_deprivation or $has_metal_easels>>\ "Hmm." She nods as she touches her index finger to her lips. "Excellent choice. This isn't my first rodeo. I'll get started immediately and have something before the middle of the week. They'll be delivered to before you know it." With she shakes your hand with both of hers. "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 and she shakes your hand harder. "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, 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. <<if $has_sensory_deprivation>>[[Wait for class to start.->SD]]<<else>>[[Office->Office]]<</if>>\ <<else>>\ "Oh," she says, "you don't want me to build anything?" She looks down and frowns for moment then looks up and says, "That's ok. I'll still do a great job teaching these kids about engineering. They'll be experts in no time." You thank her and leave. On your way out you notice she's still standing there a little disappointed with your choice. [[Office]]\ <</if>>

<<set $has_sensory_deprivation to true>>When the students file into the classroom and take their seats, Ms. Tink begins her lecture. "Welcome! I'm Ms. Tink and I'm really looking forward to working with you to teach you about engineering. For this class we're going to make some unique headgear that is actually rather sophisticated." She walks by the student's workbenches and passes around copies of the blueprints. "Now, I've actually made this before in other schools and refined these blueprints so they should be pretty easy to follow. It splits in half at the back and is held in place by these two loops on either side of the split. When you put them on, you won't be able to see or hear." A student raises her hand. "Umm.. Ms. Tink, who are we making these for?" She smiles, "Why, for you, dear. You'll be wearing it when you're done. Or, maybe you won't," she says with a wink. The student's lips tighten and she whispers to her neighbor, "What does that mean?" Ms. Tink overhears and replies, "You'll see when you're finished." [[Continue->SD2]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Tink" "She had the students in her class build sensory deprivation headgear. Then half the class had to wear them, the other half were responsible for taking care of the hooded students.">>

The inexperienced students do their best and with Ms. Tink's guidance are able to complete their task. "Your headgear all came out satisfactory so I hope you all feel proud. But now it's time for the fun part of the class. We're going to play a little game. "Here's how it will work. I want everyone to put on their headgear and lock themselves in. Then I will come by and unlock half of you at random. Whoever is unlocked will choose a locked person to take care of." You see a lot of unhappy faces murmuring to each other. "How long will this be for," a student asks. "Well, that's kind of up to your Principal. You can't really do homework or most school activities while locked up. So maybe just until the class ends?" You've had the whole class to think about this. "Until tomorrow," you say. Even Ms. Tink looks a little surprised. She smiles and says, "Well, this will certainly be a good test of the equipment! What about their homework and other class activities?" "Any student who remains locked up will be exempt from school activities and homework, but they will still have to be present in class. Also, the uniform policy will not apply to them when locked up." You see a few students panic. "Very good! You've thought of everything. Well now, everyone put on their hoods, unless you want to be punished." The students do as they're told. Ms. Tink walks around the class and puts her hand on each student's shoulder. The little jump they make convinces her they are functioning properly. "They all seem good," she says to you, "all of them were surprised by my touch. Shall I unlock half the class?" You smile and nod. "Oh, but those two over there, keep them both locked up," you point to Hannah and Anna, the twins. [[Continue->SD3]]

As Ms. Tink unlocks each student, they breathe a sigh of relief. "Now I want you all to pick a hooded student to take care of." The class scrambles to stand by their favorite person. <<if $has_mothers>> You hear a commotion by Hannah and Anna. Their mother is fighting with other students. "I will watch over them. I don't want anyone messing with my babies." You walk over to calm the situation. "I'm sorry, but it's one per person." She frowns when she realizes she's being force to pick favorites. At first you think she'll refuse to choose, but she pins Hannah's head to her hip. Hannah feels around at her mother's face and hair then asks, "Momma?" A smile grows when Hannah realizes she'll be allocated to someone she trusts. But then she frowns. "I won't be unlocked then?" Her mom pats on her head to let her know everything is going to be OK. She looks at her other daughter and starts to pout.\ <<chardetail "Hannah" "She was her mother's pet while wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $has_futa_students>> Luna, the tall African American trans girl rushes to be by Amy's side. Amy is the most petite girl at the school and Luna seems to have some unwholesome fascination with her. Luna pins Amy's head to her hip and Amy feels around to figure out who she's been paired with. When she feels the muscular thighs she asks with a tremble in her voice, "Luna?" Luna pats her on the top of her head to let her know she guessed right. You see Amy's lip tremble.\ <<chardetail "Luna" "She had Amy as a pet when she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She had Luna as an owner when Amy was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>\ <</if>> Mia walks over to a locked Olivia and claims her. This should be interesting. Usually Olivia bullies Mia so this could be an opportunity for payback. "It looks like everyone's formed up. That was so orderly I'm impressed. Now remember it's your responsibility to take care of your 'pets'. Remember to attach and hold onto their collars so they don't run off somewhere." [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She had Olivia as a pet when she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She had Mia as an owner when Olivia was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>

<<set $finished_sd_bathroom to true>>You're sitting on the throne when someone else comes in. "OK, OK, hold your horses. We're in the bathroom." You hear the stall door bang against the stall, the toilet seat cover crinkle, and that same person say, "Slowly now, don't fall." You finish and pull up your pants. When you exit your stall you see that Mia and a hooded Olivia are occupying the handicap stall. Olivia has to go to the bathroom but needed help sitting down and Mia hasn't closed the door yet. [[You're sure they'll figure it out on their own. Go back to your office.->Office]] [[See if you can offer any help->SDBathroom2]]

<<set _rude to (not $olivia_likes_mia)>><<if _rude>>Olivia says, "OK, I'm sitting down." Then with a rude tone says, "You can leave now!" She bends forward and pushes Mia back with full force. "And you better not watch me, you pervert!" She reaches all around her to make sure Mia's gone. But the handicap stall is so large there's plenty of room for Mia to hide in the corner.<</if>><<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Olivia says, "Thanks." She clears her throat and asks, "Can I have some privacy now?" Mia holds Olivia's palm in one hand and caresses her knuckles with her other hand. Olivia gasps, "You want to stay?" Mia shakes the hand up and down, like a nod. "Oh," Olivia whines, "I don't know..." Mia caresses harder. With a sigh Olivia says, "You're really weird, you know that?" Mia smiles and nods with her arms again.<</if>> When you step into the roomy handicap stall, Mia notices you. She smiles<<if $olivia_likes_mia>>, lets go of Olivia,<</if>> and waves cheerfully. You're a little surprised at how cavalier she is about being caught. "Hi, Principal $name!" <<if $olivia_likes_mia>> Olivia calls out, "Did you just leave? Hello?"<</if>> You fold your arms and ask, "Just what do you think you're doing?" Mia's surprised at your tone. "Oh... well... I just wanted to watch," she stutters. "I can't really watch myself. I mean, I have, but like with a mirror, you know? And I can't really see up close..." she shakes her head to stop rambling then sighs. She looks at her shoes and says, "You're right, I shouldn't." [[You shoo her out of the bathroom and leave with her. Give Olivia her privacy.->Office]] [[Actually, you're also a curious what it looks like up close.->SDBathroom3]]

You close the stall behind you with both of you still inside. "I'd like to watch, too," you say as you slide the lock. Mia looks up and smiles, <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"If she'll spread her legs wide, sure." "Hello," Olivia calls out to Mia. "Are you still there?" Mia grabs her hand again and starts rubbing. "Where'd you go," Olivia asks. Mia pats her hand to comfort her.<<else>>"Only if we get lucky and she spreads her legs. She'll kill me if she knows I'm here. But, I'd be happy even if I can only hear it."<</if>> At the moment, Olivia's legs are closed tight. Mia asks, "Can you help me put a bunch of toilet seat covers on the floor so we don't get our clothes dirty?" You lay a blanket of paper on the floor and you both sit on it like you're at some perverted picnic. Olivia puts her palms on her closed knees and bends a little forward. She's about to go. <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>"Better stop her before it's too late," you say. Mia places her hands on top of Olivia's and applies a bit of pressure to spread them. Olivia sits up straight, closes her thighs tight, and says, "What!? No!" Mia scoots to the side of Olivia's leg and rests her head on Olivia's thigh and gives her leg a hug. If Olivia weren't wearing a hood, Mia would probably give her puppy dog eyes, too. Olivia yells, "No way! Why would you even want to?" Mia places her hands together in a praying position and taps her pinkies on the side of Olivia's thigh. "Please, please, please, please, please?" she begs. Since she's wearing a hood, Olivia can't hear, but she feels Mia's hands and understands that Mia is begging. Olivia purses her lips as she thinks it over, then sighs. "Alright, I'll open my knees a little, but that's it!" Mia stops the praying pose and happily taps on Olivia's thighs to show her excitement then scoots back to your side. Olivia parts her knees about 5 inches and stops, but Mia's unsatisfied with that. She grabs one of Olivia's ankles and removes one of Olivia's feet from the panties. Then she puts her palms on the inside of both knees and pushes out as far as they'll extend. Olivia frowns and sighs, but doesn't contest. Her spread legs reveal her vagina, but her inner labia cover her pee hole. Olivia asks, "Are you ready?" Mia taps on her thigh to signal yes. [[Continue->SDBathroomSeePee]]<<else>> [[Continue->SDBathroomHearPee]]<</if>>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "You and her watched Olivia pee when she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "You and Mia watched her pee when Olivia was wearing sensory deprivation headgear. She didn't know you were there.">>

A trickle spills out and traces a path between her left inner and outer lip. You hear the drops as it falls into the bowl from her left cheek. You crawl on your hands and knees and scoot forward so you have a better view. Mia's so bold, she wraps her arm around Olivia's thigh which makes her jump in surprise. She rests her head on the inner thigh and caresses it to let her know everything is OK. Another trickle spills and follows the same path. Mia taps on Olivia's thigh to get her attention. "What?" "I can barely see," Mia says to herself. She reaches for Olivia's lips and pulls them to the sides. Olivia shifts her hips back on the bowl in surprise. She lightly slaps Mia's hands away. With a laugh she says, "Let go of me you fucking weirdo. I won't let you try to turn me on while I pee." It's a misunderstanding, Mia only wants a better view. She grabs Olivia's hands and re-positions them so they're in reach of her own labia then pinches one and pulls it over to Olivia's fingers. "Oh, you want me to hold it open so you can see more? Eh... alright..." When Olivia holds both open, you're able to see into her vagina. You're a little too far to make out the pee hole, but you make a bet with yourself about where the stream will come from. Mia places her face against the left thigh. She hangs her left arm over it and caresses it with her other arm to sooth Olivia. Olivia relaxes and sighs and a larger stream spills out and stops. It goes directly into the bowl as there's no labia to block its passage. Mia puts her finger in her mouth and bites on her nail, then looks at you with a smile and says, "I saw her pee hole open." You're a little jealous. With her caressing hand she waves you over. You know you can't get as close as Mia, but maybe you can get close enough to see it. [img[images/mia_watches_olivia_pee_resized.png]] Mia points, "right there, see?" You nod. The cute, raised bump is barely possible to make out. You see it open as a little dribble of urine flows down her inner labia and stops. "I saw it that time," you say. "Me too," Mia says with a smile. Suddenly a flood of urine is released. It hisses as it goes directly into the bowl. Mia taps on the thigh in excitement. After a second her face is mesmerized by it. With a neutral expression, she extends a finger, and moves it toward the stream. You think she's going to try to touch it. [[Let her have her fun.->SDBathroomSeePeeTouch]] [[Too dirty, stop her while you can.->SDBathroomSeePeeNoTouch]]

You hear a gentle hissing sound splash against the bowl. Mia closes her eyes and smiles. A few seconds pass and she opens her eyes and asks, "What do you think it tastes like?" "Her pee?" "Yeah." "Well," you say, "I imagine very bitter. And it smells bad, too." She thinks about that and fidgets her legs, "I don't care. I would do anything to taste it. Is that weird?" You say, "It's certainly not normal." She stops fidgeting, frowns, and says, "Oh." Olivia finishes peeing and blindly feels for the toilet paper dispenser. She tears off a piece and wipes herself, front to back. The wad of toilet paper makes a delicate, almost imperceptible noise as it's released into the bowl. Next, Olivia bends over, lifts her panties up, and stands. She yells, "I finished! You can come get me now." After waiting a few seconds to feign being far away, Mia grabs Olivia and walks her to the sink to help her wash her hands. You get in line to wash your hands next when, with a start, Mia says, "Wait here a second," and leaves Olivia stranded. She runs back into the stall. Olivia is not happy about being abandoned, "Where are you going? Come back," she yells. What is going on, you wonder. You walk back to the stall and see Mia on all fours peering into the bowl. She looks at you and says, "She forgot to flush." "Mia," you say, "if you're about to do what I think you're about to do..." <<linkreplace "Clarify what she's thinking before she takes any action." t8n>>Mia asks, "What do you think I'm about to do?" You say, "Are you about to... drink out of that toilet bowl?" "Uhh... only a little," she replies. You scoff, "Only a little!? Do you know how dirty that is?" [[Let her do what she wants->SDBathroomHearDrink]]<</linkreplace>> [[Stop her. That's the most unsantitary thing you can imagine.->SDBathroomHearPee2]]

You bite your lower lip and nod at her. She places her nail under the stream and it splashes off. Olivia makes a weird face and stops peeing. Some of it may have splashed onto her. Mia retracts her wet finger and stares at it in awe. <<linkreplace "Tell her to taste it." t8n>>Before you can even ask, Mia sticks her finger in her mouth. She closes her eyes while she sucks on it. Her eyebrows squeeze inward and she moans. She slowly opens her eyes and pops the finger out of her mouth. With a lustful face, she pauses then tells you, "It tastes kind of like green tea and almonds, but more bitter. Do you want to try?" <<linkreplace "Yes." t8n>>Mia places her palm on Olivia's stomach and pushes her to the back of the seat. Olivia grunts but doesn't fight. Mia holds a cupped hand under Olivia's crotch. She starts to pee again and a puddle collects but, it splashes all over. Olivia stops again and says, "Why is it splashing?" Mia ignores the question and crawls over to you with one hand. You have to act fast because her palm is leaking so you raise her palm up to your mouth and slurp the golden liquid. Its pungent scent fills the back of your nose. "Hey," Mia complains, "leave some for me." She dips her pursed lips into her cupped hands, slurps, then tilts her head back so she can speak with her mouth full. With a gurgle she says, "I wish she could pee forever." Then she swallows and says "ah", sounding refreshed. The urine has leaked out of her hand so she resorts to sucking her fingers. She looks at you, pauses, and apologizes, "Sorry, did you want a lick?" "No thanks," you say. Mia shrugs and sucks the rest of her fingers. Then she crawls back to Olivia and hugs her thigh. Olivia sniffs the air and says, "It smells." Mia giggles mischievously and Olivia can feel it against her legs. "Are you laughing?" Mia holds a dirty hand over her mouth to stop from laughing. "Hrmph."<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> [[Continue->SDBathroomSeePee2]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She drank Olivia's pee in the bathroom.">>

You shake your head and tell Mia not to touch the stream. She blushes as she retracts her finger. Olivia's stream stops. [[Continue->SDBathroomSeePee2]]

Mia begins kissing Olivia's inner thigh as she rubs. Olivia looks up and parts her mouth slightly as if she's going to moan, but no sound comes out. The stream starts again at full force and hisses as it splashes into the bowl. Mia stops kissing and bends forward to get a closer view. "I've never wanted to suck on a clit as bad as I do right now," she says. [[Encourage her to try.->SDBathroomSeeKiss]] [[Forbid it. That would probably make a dirty mess. Olivia would be furious.->SDBathroomSeeNoKiss]]

<<set $olivia_likes_mia to false>><<set $olivia_hates_mia_again to true>>You scoot closer to Olivia so you can see better. "Mia, she's almost done, you better hurry." Mia nods and bends forward. She opens her mouth and sucks on Olivia's clit. As soon as she does, Olivia squeals and slams her thighs shut. Mia's chin is held against the pee hole and urine gushes up Mia's face. Olivia screams, "What the fuck! Look what you've done, you idiot!" She pushes Mia away with her foot then feels around at the bottom of her shirt and says, "You got piss on me. Why would you do that? What did you think was going to happen?" Mia's on her back with piss all over her face. She stumbles for a toilet seat cover and wipes her face off with it. When she dries off, she says to you with a smile, "Totally worth it." "Was it," you ask. "She seems pretty upset." Olivia's gritting her teeth and breathing heavy. Mia grabs Olivia's hand and starts caressing, but Olivia pulls it away. She yells, "No, get out of here. You are supposed to take care of me." Mia looks at you and frowns. "I didn't think she'd get that upset at me." "I'm sorry I encouraged it," you say. "I didn't think so either." "I think we better leave," Mia says. "She'll really kill me if she finds out I'm still here. It'll be even worse if she finds out you're here." You pick up some toilet seat covers off the ground as you exit. Mia waits outside the stall for Olivia to call when she's finished. "Are you OK?" you ask Mia. She looks pretty depressed. "It'll be fine," she replies. "I just need to show her how sorry I am." You nod, apologize again and leave to your office. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "Mia got piss all over Olivia, and now they dislike each other again.">>

You tell Mia how much of a mess that would make and how upset Olivia would be. She bites on the tip of her lip and looks around while she thinks. Finally she says, "You're right. It's not worth it." [[Continue->SDBathroomWipe]]

The stream slows to a trickle and dribbles down her butt. That's the last of it. Mia jumps up, excited. "This is the best part!" She tears off some toilet paper and pats Olivia's spread vulva. Olivia gasps and says, "I can do that myself." She reaches for it and Mia lifts her wiping hand behind her head so Olivia can't grab it. Olivia fumbles around but can't find it. Olivia bolts to reach for some toilet paper from the dispenser. But as soon as she tears off a piece, Mia tears it out of her hand. "Nuh uh! I take care of you, that means I wipe you," Mia yells. Olivia sighs. "Really?" Mia lifts one of Olivia's hands and kisses the bottom of her index finger. Olivia slumps and says, "OK, OK." "Yes!" Mia bends her elbows in and wiggles her arms and knees. She grabs Olivia by both arms and pulls her to a standing position. "Hey," Olivia yells. You see a drop of urine fall down her inner thigh and absorb into the top of her sock. She lifts her knee up. "You're not doing a great job." Mia kneels down at her feet and wipes the toilet paper from Olivia's sock to her outer lips. Then Mia grabs behind the knee and kisses along the path the urine drop took. Olivia grimaces and whispers, "You're so dirty." Mia stops kissing before she reaches the wet labia. She lets go of the leg and Olivia puts her foot down. Mia tosses the toilet paper into the toilet, twirls another wad around her hand and starts patting the outer vulva. Mia stops when she finishes the outside, but there's still inner drops to wipe. Olivia pursed her lips to the side and spreads her inner labia like a lewd curtsy. Mia folds a point with the toilet paper and pats along the inside of the right lip from top to bottom. When it's dry Olivia pulls open her left labia majora. "Ah, missed a drop," Mia says. You see a twinkle on the inside of the outer lip. Mia dabs that last drop. Olivia pats Mia on the head and says, "Satisfied?" Mia hugs one of Olivia's knees tight. "Good. Now if you ever tell anyone I let you do this, I'll kill you." She pinches Mia's nose and wiggles it while smiling down at her. "Let's get out of here, you dirty whore," she says as she pats Mia on her face cheek. Mia helps her put her underwear back on and hugs her side as they walk out of the stall. You wait in line to wash your hands and face then go back to your office. [[Office]]

"If you're going to do something that disgusting," you reprimand, "don't run off like that without telling me." You sit down next to her on the paper blanket and smile, "because I want to watch you do it." You hear Olivia yell, "You fucking asshole!" from the other side of the stall. Mia ignores it. She sits up in front of the toilet, cups her hands, and submerges them into the bowl. When she pulls her hands out, they're filled with toilet water and urine and slowly leaking back into the bowl. She exhales forcefully and closes her eyes. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she says. She opens her eyes and dips her face into her palms. You hear her slurp and lift her head back. She gargles the water for a few moments, then abruptly heaves and spits it back into the bowl. "Are you OK?" you ask. She shakes her head and says, "Woo!" sniffs and says, "OK, sorry. That was grosser than I expected." [[This is probably a good time to stop.->SDBathroomHearPee2]] [[Wait for Mia to collect herself and try again.->SDBathroomHearDrink2]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She drank Olivia's pee out of the toilet.">>

You bring Mia back to the sink. Olivia's sitting on the floor against the wall, twirling her leash around in circles and tapping on the wall behind her. Mia catches Olivia's leash and tugs. Olivia bends forward with it and snaps, "Where were you? Don't leave me alone like that. It's very scary when you can't see or hear." Mia says, "Pft, it was like 30 seconds." She goes to the sink, washes her face and hands and walks out with Olivia. You head back to your office. [[Office]]

Mia collects herself and smiles. By now the liquid has seeped out of her hands. She collects more, slurps it up, leans her head back, and forces herself to swallow. Her gulp is audible. She sticks out her tongue and says, "Ugh," while shaking her head. "What's it taste like," you ask. "Like green tea or almonds... it's not even that bad, it's just... drinking out of a toilet is what's gross." [[Dare Mia to do something even grosser.->SDBathroomHearDrink3]] [[Yep. That was weird. Now's a good time to stop.->SDBathroomHearPee2]]

You point at a soaked wad of toilet paper bobbing up and down in the toilet. "I dare you to put that in your mouth." Mia sniffs and quickly says, "OK." She scoops it up in her hand and closes her hand to compress all the toilet water and urine out of it. "Don't squeeze too hard, we still want some liquid in it now, don't we?" Mia smiles for a moment and nods. She plugs her nose, opens her mouth, and pops the toilet wad in. "Aw, very good," you commend. "Now close your mouth around it. Perfect." You take your mobile phone out of your pocket. "OK, Mia, give me your cutest smile and peace sign." She struggles a bit when she grins and you can see some toilet paper in her mouth. You snap a picture to show the Anonymous Benefactor for later. "Very well done," you praise. You begin recording a video. "OK, Mia. For your next trick, I want you to bend over the bowl and squeeze your little toy against the roof of your mouth with your tongue. Let the liquid come out of your mouth into the bowl." Mia does as she's told and some liquid spills out of her face. You say in a quiet tone, "That's right, piss out of your mouth." Soon, she's nearly pressed the wad dry, so Mia pushes air through it. This makes tiny urine bubbles form and pop between the tops of her teeth as the air hisses between them. You ruffle her hair and tell her how great she's doing. "OK, dip your face in the toilet and do it again." Mia begins slurping and filling the toilet paper with dirty liquid. She bites down and lets the urine flow past her lips and drip into the bowl. You say, "Oh how silly of me. We need to document what you're doing so people understand. I think you should do the honors. Make sure to say hi to Ms. Monet. I'll probably show her later." Mia pulls the compressed wad out of her mouth and coughs a bit. She sticks her finger under her lower lip and traces along her jaw. When she pulls her finger out, you see it's collected some toilet paper pieces on it. She wipes it off on her skirt and smiles for the camera. "Hi Ms. Monet! Um.. this is toilet paper. Olivia peed and forgot to flush. She left this in the bowl for me. And Principal $name is making me play with it." "Are you having fun," you ask. "Uh-huh," she says. She puts her lips against the wad and sucks. This pulls some liquid out of it and into her mouth. She lifts her head up so as to not spill. Then she purses her lips, places her tongue against her teeth and pushes some toilet water through onto her lips. It makes a noise as it passes. Mia holds her hand below her lips to avoid spilling any. She gurgles, "Watch this, Ms. Monet," then she scoots forward so you have a better view of her mouth. You zoom in so it's all you can see. She closes it and gulps and sticks out her tongue with an, "Ahh!" Her breath fogs up your camera. "Wow," you applaud, "you didn't even gag that time! You're such a quick learner!" Mia holds the wad in both hands near her chest and smiles. She points her chin down and looks up into the camera, bashfully. She's loving the attention. "Did you like it?" she asks. "You did great! I'm so proud of you. One last trick, OK? I want you to peel off a piece and chew it for the rest of the day like gum. Hopefully it doesn't disintegrate by the time you get to Ms. Monet's class. It'll be so fun for her to notice then watch this later." Mia pulls off a piece and smiles big as she chews with exaggerated bites. You say, "OK now, say bye-bye to everyone!" Mia smiles and waves by bending her fingers then she blows the camera a kiss. She yells, "Bye everyone! I hope you liked it!" [[Continue->SDBathroomHearPee2]]

<<set $finished_sd_cafeteria to true>>The cafeteria is unusual today because half of the school is wearing sensory deprivation headgear. This makes it nearly impossible for the hooded students to feed themselves.\ <<if (not $finished_sd_halls)>> You walk to Mia and Olivia and see that Olivia is on all fours on the floor. There's a tray in front of her face and she's feeding herself with her hands. Because she can't see, her headgear has become a mess with food smeared all around the mouth hole. "You don't seem to be taking very good care of your pet," you say to Mia. When she turns around to face you, you notice she has her cell phone in her hands. She doesn't look up to reply. "What do you mean? She said she was hungry and now she's eating." "Look around you," you say. "All the other students are feeding their pets." She looks up and squints at you. "I tried and she just swatted my hand away. She doesn't seem to like it when I touch her. I don't know why." Mia grabs the back of Olivia's skirt and pulls it so it rests on Olivia's lower back, exposing her panties. You see a faint outline of Olivia's camel toe. Olivia reaches behind her and pulls her skirt back down. "I told you not to touch me, asshole! When I get out of this hood, you're dead." "See?" Mia smiles innocently. You cross your arms and sigh. She says, "Hey, remember when you said they don't have to follow the uniform policy? Does that mean I can take off her panties?" You shake your head and say with a smile, "Sure, if you think you can survive." Olivia goes back to eating, but looks more tense than before. Mia says, "Hmmm, yeah I don't think I can get away with that. See, this is about as much fun as I've been able to have." She sticks out her finger and places it between Olivia's open legs, close to the labia. "She has no idea I'm doing this. Kind of neat because I can feel its warmth. But she gets pissed if I touch." "I'd imagine so," you say. She shrugs as she grins, then says, "Oh well. She's got to sleep some time, right?" <</if>>\ <<if $has_mothers and $has_futa_students>> You see Sarah and her mom, Claire, but you also see Luna and her pet, Amy. How do you want to approach first? [[You visit Sarah and Claire first.->SDCafeteriaMomIntroSnippet]] [[You visit Luna and Amy first.->SDCafeteriaLunaIntroSnippet]] <<elseif $has_mothers>> <<include "SDCafeteriaMomIntroSnippet">>\ <<elseif $has_futa_students>> <<include "SDCafeteriaLunaIntroSnippet">>\ <</if>> [[Go back to your office.->Office]]

<<set $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms to true>>\ You pass Sarah and see that her pet is her own mom, Claire. Sarah has a bowl of brothy soup in her hands. Their backs are both against the table and Sarah is feeding her. "How do you feel about this," you ask. She chuckles, "I feel like a nurse helping an old lady... Wait, don't tell my mom I said that, OK?" You smile and say, "I won't." Sarah's mom is rather busty and a little cleavage is exposed. You ask Sarah if you can try feeding her mom. She hesitates but knows she can't say no. You scoot into her position and start feeding Claire soup. After a few spoonfuls, you dip your pinky into it and see that it's lukewarm. "Oops," you say as you spill some on her mom's shirt. You take another spoonful and pour it directly onto the part of her chest where you think the nipple is. Her white shirt and bra become see-through and you can make out a darker spot where the nipple protrudes. "Sarah, you're spilling," the mom says. "Try to be more careful." "Can you hand me a napkin, Sarah," you ask. She frowns as she passes one. "Thank you, Sarah." You pat your paper napkin on her mom's cleavage gently. Then you slowly migrate your patting to the wet nipple and circle around it. "OK, that's enough Sarah," mom says, "I can do that myself." You lift the napkin to see if you've had any effect. The nipple looks a little harder, but you can do better. You vary the previous technique: You graze the tip of the nipple with your napkin from top to bottom as lightly as you can. Mom opens her mouth to protest, but hesitates enough for you to continue. Each time you lift the napkin, you see the nipple harden a little more. She stutters, "I... I..." she sticks out her hand and places her palm up. "Give me the napkin, Sarah." You smile and ask Sarah, "May I have the soup again?" She passes it to you. You fill the spoon with broth and remove it without taking the bowl from Sarah's hands. Then you pour the soup on Mom's other breast. She gasps, "I don't know what's gotten into you. I'm giving you to the count of 5 to give me the napkin and to stop messing around." With a smile you say "Thank you, Sarah," and she puts the bowl back on the table. You begin rubbing the other nipple as her mom counts down, but she abruptly jerks her breast away from you by pulling her shoulder back. As she counts down, you play a little game of 'follow the nipple' where you try to graze while she jerks it to new position. You continue until she counts all the way down to 0. She frowns, lowers her head, then asks, "What's gotten into you?" Her spirit seems broken. You graze a few more times without her resistance until it becomes fully erect. [[Let Sarah's mom in on the secret->SDCafeteriaMom]]\ <<chardetail "Sarah" "She had her mom, Claire, as a pet when she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">><<chardetail "Claire" "She had Sarah, her daughter, as an owner when Claire was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">><<chardetail "Claire" "You played a trick on her by fondling her while she was in sensory deprivation headgear. She thought it was Sarah doing the fondling.">>

<<set $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans to true>>\ You walk to Luna and Amy and see what they're up to. Amy is face up with her head on Luna's lap and Luna is feeding her grapes. You rest your hand on Luna's shoulder and ask, "Are you having fun, dear?" She looks up at you and smiles. "Yes ma'am. I love taking care of Amy." Amy opens her mouth to indicate that she wants another grape so Luna lowers the vine. All the trans girls are very timid but you were hoping this experiment would break Luna out of her shell. Unfortunately, she hasn't figured that out on her own. You think she might need a little coaching. [[Coach Luna to treat Amy more like a pet->SDCafeteria2]]

"Luna," you say, "don't you think it would be even more fun if Amy were on your lap?" She ponders the question and says, "Yes, but I don't know if Amy would like that." You grab Amy's leash and tug on it. "Are we moving?" she asks. You pull her until she's sitting up straight. She looks around puzzled, not knowing what's going to happen next. You hand Luna the leash and tell her to pull Amy on her lap. She replies, "I don't know if I should. Amy might not want to." "Try it and see. There's only one way to find out and I promise you won't get in trouble." After a lot of thought, Luna wraps her arms around Amy then lifts her up and places her on her lap so they're both looking the same direction with their backs to the table. "Whoa," Amy says. "What's happening?" "See," you say, "she's not upset." Amy feels all around her to make sense of the situation. "Now feed her," you say. Luna pulls a grape off the vine and holds it to Amy's lips. She wraps her lips around it and eats it. "Isn't that a more fun way to feed her," you ask. Luna gives Amy a hug and Amy smiles. "OK," Amy grunts as she pats on Luna's arms. "Too tight." "What would you like to do next, Luna?" She blushes a bit and whispers to you, "Maybe kiss?" "Ooh, OK. That's a great idea. Let's start slow. Turn her around." Luna stands up and rearranges Amy's position so she's straddling Luna. "What are we doing now," Amy asks. "Are you going to hurt me?" Luna looks at you in panic. "She's scared. I want to stop." "No, no," you reassure, "she's just confused. Give her another hug." After a while, Amy familiarizes herself with the position and says, "I'm still hungry. Can I have more food?" Luna plucks off another grape and places it on Amy's lips. "Next time," you say, "don't hold it in your fingers. Hold it in your mouth." Luna smiles with excitement. She plucks another grape and holds it in her teeth then places it at Amy's lips. The tips of Amy's lips meet Luna's as she wraps her lips around the grape. Amy cocks her head to the side, "Uh... what was that?" "How did that feel," you ask Luna. "Magical," she gushes. "Can I do it again?" "Of course, she's your pet." Luna hugs Amy then plucks another grape to feed her. This time Luna holds the majority of it in her mouth and Amy has no choice but to kiss if she wants to get at it. When she realizes she is competing with Luna's lips to get the grape she pulls back and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. "Gross!" she yells. "You tricked me." She wiggles in Luna's arms but isn't strong enough to break free. "No fair, you're too big." She places her hands on Luna's muscular biceps and pushes against them, to no avail. Amy sighs then resigns herself to being stuck in Luna's arms. She starts to touch other parts of Luna's upper body to feel how muscular she is. A smile grows on her face. "Wow, you're really strong. I bet you could lift me up high, huh?" Luna extends her arms out straight and easily lifts Amy above her head. "OK!" Amy squeals as she giggles. "Put me down now." She breathes a few times and says, "That was pretty fun." There's an awkward pause for a few moments, but then she asks to be lifted again. You know a perverted opportunity when you see one. "Have her land on your knee," you say. Following your advice, Luna lifts Amy up over and over again and her legs straddle her knee each time she lands. As time passes, you hear Amy's breath intensify. You tell Luna, "I think her favorite part is when she lands. Less lifting, more bouncing." Luna lifts her heel off the floor repeatedly, causing an intense vibration. Amy wraps her arms around Luna and lets out a relaxed sigh. Then Luna stops to see if Amy is OK. Amy looks up, flustered, "But.. Can I have more?" Luna smiles and continues the bouncing. [[You want to see how far this will go->SDCafeteria3]] [[Leave and let them enjoy themselves without your help->Office]] <<if $has_mothers and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms)>>\ [[Visit Sarah and Claire now.->SDCafeteriaMomIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>\ <<chardetail "Luna" "In the cafeteria, you coached her to be a little more aggressive with Amy">>

This goes on for a while. There's something almost innocent about the way Amy is being bounced on Luna's knee. Her arms are wrapped around Luna's back and from her slight smile you can see she's just enjoying the ride. "Slow the bounces," you advise. When Luna does so, the landing becomes more abrupt and intense. "Even slower than that." You see Amy squeeze her her legs between the bounces. At about 3 second intervals, the low frequency becomes frustrating for Amy. She starts to compensate by gyrating her hips against the thigh. You smile and tell Luna that now would be a good time to attempt another kiss. Luna uses her finger to lift Amy's chin and Amy puckers her lips in hopeful anticipation. You and Luna are both surprised by how willing Amy has become. The bouncing seems to have really loosened her up. You would have expected her to play coy at first. As Luna is leaning in to kiss, Amy looks down with bewilderment. "Something's poking me," she complains. She reaches between her legs then recoils. "Oh god, is that..." she hugs Luna and shakes her head. Whispering, she says, "it's too big." Luna looks at you and frowns. You decide to come to the rescue again. "It's ok, Luna. We just need to get her used to the idea. Just like with the kissing. Pull it up so it's not poking her and keep bouncing." The bouncing gradually makes Amy docile again. "OK, she looks pretty happy. Pull your penis out of your panties, but keep it covered by your skirt. Yeah, out of the side, just like that. Now, don't stop bouncing, but place Amy's hand on it." Amy doesn't pull away, but she doesn't willingly wrap her fingers around it either. It takes a little coaxing from Luna first. She covers Amy's hand with her own and closes over it, guiding Amy's tiny hands to curl around it. Luna bites her lower lip and faces the ceiling. Each bounce of the knee jerks Amy's arm slightly. "OK now, slow your bouncing again." Amy takes her hand off the penis and hugs Luna with both arms then starts gyrating. "That's OK. Try to kiss her again." Luna lifts Amy's chin and gives her a quick peck. The kiss is immediately interrupted from a shiver that resonates from Luna's body. Amy lifts her hand to Luna's face and giggles. "What was that?" Luna boops her on the nose with her finger and pecks her on the lips three times in quick succession. Amy hugs tighter as she looks up toward her and grins. Then Luna tilts her head, parts her mouth slightly, and starts making out. Amy moans and you see a pointy tongue bulge out at the side of her cheek. "OK," you say, "place her hand back on you and have fun." Without stopping, Luna grab's Amy's relatively small arm and places it back on her penis. Her fingers eagerly wrap around it and Luna moves her hand up and down to make Amy stroke until Amy continues the motion without guidance. Luna's bouncing rate increases. "Remember, bounce slowly. Slower is better," you say. You squat behind Luna and rub her lower back, then whisper into her ear, "I hope you're having fun." Her mouth is full, but the corners of her lips pull back into a smile to inform you that she is. "You're a great listener, I'm having fun, too." [[You want to take this to the next level->SDCafeteria4]] [[Leave and let them enjoy themselves without your help->Office]] <<if $has_mothers and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms)>>\ [[Visit Sarah and Claire now.->SDCafeteriaMomIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>\ <<set $amy_trusts_luna to true>><<chardetail "Amy" "After Luna was coached by you in the Cafeteria, she now trusts Luna.">>

"OK, Luna," you say, "want to take this further?" Luna pulls away and says yes. "OK, I think we all need a little more privacy. Why don't you turn around so you're facing the cafeteria table and I'm going to go underneath it to guide you. OK?" You go to the side of the table and crawl under it until you reach Luna and Amy. It appears that Amy's strokes have produced a glistening bead of pre-cum attached to the tip of Luna's penis. <<linkreplace "You think you can be covert enough to remove the drop without Amy noticing." t8n>>You place your fingertip on the pee hole and feel the wet drop on your fingertip. You pull your hand away and a strand follows your fingertip until it snaps in half.<</linkreplace>> "OK Luna," you call from underneath the table. "Lift Amy up so she lets go, then have her straddle your hips with both legs. But before you do, you should know I'm going to hold your penis down when you lift so it doesn't poke her when she comes down." As Luna lifts, you wrap your hand around the long, thick shaft and pull it down 45 degrees toward the floor. You can't resist circling your thumb underneath the head as you hold on to it. "OK now grab her ass." Luna's hand reaches under the table and easily encompasses Amy's cheek. She squeezes and Amy moans as her hips jut away from you. Amy's hands reach between her legs and search for the penis so you release it. When her hands brush against the penis, she immediately wraps her hands around it and continues stroking. A short exhale escapes her mouth, then she pulls the penis head up to her crotch and uses it as a masturbatory device. "Put your fingers under her panties and pull them to the side." This exposes Amy's anus and labia. The labia majora are so puffy they completely hide the inner lips. Her straddling leaves her clitoris exposed and its hood is doing a poor job of protecting it. She's clearly turned on. You can tell because her little hole has a bubble of vaginal juice coating its entrance. It takes all your willpower to resist popping it with your finger. <<linkreplace "You think you can play with her anus without Amy noticing it's you." t8n>>You tell Luna to lift a index finger off Amy's ass to give you access. You reach a finger out and brush against her anus wrinkles. Her hips jab forward and she starts stroking the penis faster. She clearly likes that and invites you to do it again by bending forward to scoot her butt back. This spreads her cheeks wide and gives you intimate access to her anus wrinkles. She can't make out in this position but right now it appears she wants to be touched here more than she wants to make out. It winks at you once. You turn your hand sideways and drag the top of your nail against the right side of the wrinkles. It greets you with another wink. Her anus looks like it's never had anything inserted in it before. All the wrinkles are perfect. The outside is pink and in the center is a thin brown ring of inner muscle. You give the other side of the anus a slow, deliberate stroke with the bottom of your finger. Your finger pulls the wrinkles down as it catches on them. Amy rewards Luna with faster stroking. She takes her left hand off the shaft and reaches back to spread her left cheek. <<linkreplace "You tell Luna to insert her finger into Amy's anus" t8n>>"Luna," you say, "point your pinky finger out toward me." When she does, you bend forward and suck on it to add lubrication. "OK, take your pinky and circle it around Amy's anus." The circling finger pulls the wrinkles with it as it passes. Amy starts to moan. "Stick your finger out again." You give it additional lubrication. It smells and tastes pristine, as if Amy came directly from the shower. "OK, be very gentle, but try to insert your first knuckle." Luna's pinky tries to poke in but it's a little off center so Amy wiggles her butt to reposition the pinky. When Luna pushes, you see the muscle ring widen around her pinky tip. Amy moans and reaches back to place her right hand on top of Luna's to hold her other cheek open. Luna pushes again, the ring widens further, and the pinky is swallowed up to the first knuckle. You see Amy's fingers stiffen on her ass cheeks as it enters. When the knuckle is fully inserted, she contracts her anus repeatedly to "suck" on it. She lets go of her ass, scoots toward Luna, grabs the shaft with both hands, and lifts it so the head is between her puffy labia. Then she starts gyrating her hips against it. You tell Luna, "I think you're in a good spot. I don't know if Amy wants you to go deeper."<<set $luna_pinky to true>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> [[Fitting that huge penis into Amy is going to be a challenge, but you're willing to try->SDCafeteria5]] [[Leave and let them enjoy themselves without further guidance->Office]] <<if $has_mothers and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms)>>\ [[Visit Sarah and Claire now.->SDCafeteriaMomIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>

You tell Luna, "Let's see if we can fit you inside Amy. Doesn't that sound like fun?" She nods enthusiastically at you. "OK then, cradle her butt with your other arm and lift her. Good, but lift her even higher so she has to let go of your penis." When lifted higher, Amy wraps her arms around the back of Luna's neck for support. Unfortunately, this causes the underwear to cover her privates again. Luna has her hands already full but you ask, "is there a way you can move the crotch out of the way again?" She lowers her, wraps her fist around the crotch, and tears the panties away. Amy grunts at the sudden force. They're in tatters: A flap hangs in the back and front that offers no protection or modesty. Amy frowns and lowers a hand to feel her bottom, "Did you just ruin my panties?" <<if $luna_pinky>>Luna reacts to the question by sticking her pinky in another knuckle.<<else>>Luna reacts to the question by smacking Amy's ass.<</if>> Amy gasps, smiles, then puts her head down and wraps her arms around Luna. If Amy was about to protest, Luna seems to have put an end to it. Luna lifts Amy again. You grab the base of the penis and position it. "OK, slowly lower her down." You aim the tip of the head so the vagina lands on it. The vaginal bubble pops on contact. Amy grunts and hisses through her teeth as she inhales. Only half of the head is able to poke its way into the hole. "It hurts," Amy cries. Her whole face scrunches inward. Luna lifts her up again. Amy's lips pout and you wait for her to breathe a few times. <<linkreplace "She didn't say stop. Try again." t8n>>You tell Luna, "She didn't say stop. Why don't you try again?" Luna lowers her again and you aim Luna's penis with your hand. It's a better angle this time but it's still too large to fit inside Amy. Luna gives a small thrust with her hips. "No!" Amy screams. She hugs Luna tight to lift her bottom away from the shaft. "It's too big, I don't want it." Luna immediately lifts her up and repositions her so she's safely straddling one knee. She looks up and gives Luna another hug. A few seconds pass and Amy says, "Thank you for stopping when I said so."<</linkreplace>> You can tell Luna's sexually frustrated, but she's more concerned with Amy's well being than with sexual release. [[Tell Luna to try again later with some lube->SDCafeteria6]]

You get out from under the table and come around to Luna. Patting her on the shoulder, you say, "It's ok, Amy still really likes you. She may even trust you more than before because now she knows you'll stop when she asks." Luna nods while cradling Amy in her arms. She does not look away from Amy to make eye contact with you. "Are you interested in trying again later?" Luna nods again. "OK, good. Here's what I want you to do. Before you go to the dorms for the night, ask Ms. Monet if you can borrow some lube. If she asks, tell her I said it's ok. Understand?" She nods. "OK great, I may check up on you later to see how things are going." [[Office]] <<if $has_mothers and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_moms)>>\ [[Visit Sarah and Claire instead of going back to your office.->SDCafeteriaMomIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>

"Sarah," you say, "I feel a little guilty leaving right now. Would you feel better if we let her know it was me the whole time?" "God yes," she replies. "But she can't hear or see. How are you going to do that?" "I'll show you," you say. "But first, let's change positions and you continue to feed her." Sarah's mom looks dejected while drinking the soup. After a few sips she asks, "Are we going to be serious now?" Unfortunately, you have other plans. You gently roll her nipples between your index and thumb. She twists back and growls, "Oh, not this again!" You persist, even after she smacks your hand away. Sarah feeds her at the same time you're playing and you see a light bulb go off in her head. "Wait, that's at least 3 hands. Who else... that wasn't Sarah, was it?" You grin and repeatedly tap on her shoulder to let her know she guessed right. She asks, "Is it... is it one of those awful teachers?" You don't react. "Is it another student?" You shake your head and say, "nope," to yourself. "Is it the... the Principal?" "Yay!" you cheer as you tap on her shoulder again. [[That was fun. Let's play more games.->SDCafeteriaMom2]] [[Fun's over, you have more important matters to attend to in your office.->Office]] <<if $has_futa_students and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans)>>\ [[Visit Luna and Amy now.->SDCafeteriaLunaIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>\

You go back to pinching mom's nipples. She pulls away and says, "You'll punish me and my daughter if I resist?" She's learned how things work around here. You tap her shoulder and she frowns. This time she grits her teeth when you pinch the nipple. "Sarah, you know what would be funny?" you ask. "If we could have another pair of hands on her at the same time." You walk to Ms. Darwin and explain the situation. When you bring her back to Sarah, Ms. Darwin says, "I'm not sure, it seems a little cruel." You point to her nipples and say, "Don't worry, she's enjoying it. It's just her brain hasn't caught up to her body yet." Ms. Darwin makes eye contact with Sarah and they both frown. "It'll be quick, I just need you for 5 minutes. Here." You grab her wrist and make her graze the nipples with her fingers. "Just keep doing that. Sarah, don't stop feeding." You're stimulating one nipple, Ms. Darwin is stimulating another, all while Sarah is feeding her mom soup. From her mom's perspective, this could still 2 people. You tell Ms. Darwin to stop, kneel on the ground, and gently guide mom's legs open by pushing her knees apart. Mom gasps and crosses her legs. "Now, now," you chide, "you'll ruin the fun." You lift mom's leg by the ankle to uncross them, then part her knees for her. Sarah has a grimace on her face so you smile and say, "If you want a peek, you can take a small break from feeding." Her expression tells you she'll pass. You shrug and inspect the panties. They have thick horizontal red, white, and blue stripes. You place your index fingertip under the right leg hole near the mound and trace your nail down the panties against mom's labia. She opens her mouth slightly and a little noise escapes. You slide your finger back up and notice her breathing is short. Sarah feeds her more soup and she clumsily gulps it down. Without removing your index finger, you slide your thumb underneath the left leg hole, making a claw shape with your hand. You move it up and down, stroking each labia with your nails as you go. Then you pull the panties to the side and free mom's vulva to the elements. The long labia minora pop out past the thicker outer lips. Sarah's mom, Claire, reacts to the open air by snapping her legs closed, but when her legs meet your hand, she opens them wide again. You smile and tap her leg, affirming that is the correct response. The panties are held in place at a side of Claire's crotch so you release your hands from them. You're happy to see they stay in place. She slurps another spoonful of soup. You fiddle her large labia minora with your index finger. "Her inner lips are so long," you tell Sarah, "Watch this." You stick your tongue out and slide up through the lips and pop out through the top, making sure to avoid the sensitive clit along the way. Your tongue makes the lips flutter as it passes. Mom grunts and places her palms on her thighs. "Like a little butterfly, huh?" Sarah curls her upper lip, looks away, and tries to focus on the next spoonful of soup. You pass your tongue through the fleshy lips a few more times. It's fun to see mom's fingers curl and squeeze her thighs harder each time you pass through. The salty taste and musky smell is a little strong, but you push through it because you're all having so much fun. You bite your lower lip and look at Sarah, "I'm going to kiss your mom's little button, I hope you don't mind." Sarah shakes her head, but you weren't asking for permission. You pucker and lean in. The hood covers only the top half of the clit and you aim to give and give it a little smooch, right on the exposed part. As soon as your lips touch it, she gasps and clenches her legs shut on your head. Sarah, who was trying to feed her, spills some soup on her mom. She opens her legs and pushes your face away. "It's not..." she catches herself and stops talking. Then she pushes her palms against her knees to open her legs for you. It's like her legs don't want to open and her arms are forcing them to against her will. You give it another little kiss and she starts bouncing her heels and looks up at the ceiling. She has to stiffen her arms to fight her legs from closing. "Sarah," you say, "Mommy's still hungry." You peck the clit at different angles while Sarah feeds her. After she swallows she whispers, "Oh god." Gradually, she gets accustomed to the kisses and her knees slow their bounce. Her breathing gets heavy as you give it a nice long kiss for the first time. Your lips make a little sound when you break the suction. Then, you stick your tongue out and run the back of it against the clit. She moans and puts her hand on your head. Once she realizes what she's doing, she quickly puts her hand back on her knees. You bet Mom's wondering if Sarah saw that. She did. You stop to assess the situation. Mom is breathing heavy between sips of soup. You roll an inner lip between your thumb and index and reach up with your other hand to get a nipple hard again. "OK, now it's your turn," you say to Ms. Darwin. She starts playing with the other nipple to get it hard. Mom has one hand playing with a lip, two hands playing with her nipples, and Sarah's fourth hand feeding her soup. You tell Ms. Darwin to play with the other lip. That's 5 hands. But Sarah's mom doesn't seem to connect the dots this time. [img[images/mom_soup_resized.png]] [[You keep going until Sarah's mom notices.->SDCafeteriaMom3]] [[Fun's over, you have more important matters to attend to in your office.->Office]] <<if $has_futa_students and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans)>>\ [[Visit Luna and Amy now.->SDCafeteriaLunaIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "You, her, and Sarah played with her sensory deprived mom, Claire, in the cafeteria.">>

<<set $sd_mom_horny to true>>Sarah's mom bites her lower lip then stops when she realizes what she's doing. 4 hands stimulating her at once isn't easy to resist. You ask Sarah, "Isn't it funny how she doesn't realize there's 3 of us?" <<if $fp_spit>><<linkreplace "Tell Sarah to feed Mom from her own mouth." t8n>>You tell Sarah to take some soup into her own mouth and spit it into her mom's. "Really?" she asks. <<linkreplace "Yes, really." t8n>>"Yes, really," you say. She grimaces while slurping some soup from the side of the bowl, then pry's her mom's mouth open with her thumb. Sarah puckers her lips and lets some soup dribble out. It splashes on her mom's cheek and makes Mom flinch. Sarah realigns her aim and slowly dribbles the rest of her soup into her mom's mouth. Mom swallows, moans from your touch, and sticks out her tongue. You slide your finger down her slit and collect a drop of moisture on your finger. "Oh my," you comment, "I think she liked that. Do it again, Sarah." This time Mom swallows prematurely and some of Sarah's soup spills on her mom's chin. She licks all around her mouth to lap up the mess and then extends her tongue to eagerly ask for more. "This time," you say, "I want you to kiss the top of her tongue instead of feeding her." Sarah hesitates. "Don't worry, only little pecks. It's not like I'm going to have you make out with her." Sarah grabs her mom's face with both hands and her mom moans. She bends down and gives the tongue a little kiss right in the middle. You see mom's tongue quiver on contact and her hips jut forward. Sarah lets go of her mom's face and her mom bites her knuckles. She says, "I'm sorry. I really hope that's not you, Sarah." Sarah looks at you and whimpers for mercy. <<linkreplace "Tell Sarah to give another kiss." t8n>>"Just one more kiss," you say. When Sarah kisses a second time, her mom's hips start gyrating. As Sarah pulls her face away, her mom lifts her tongue up to get extended contact. Unfortunately for her, she misses. Sarah's mom stays in that position with her tongue extended, hoping to get another kiss. [[Try to give Sarah's mom an orgasm.->SDCafeteriaMomOrgasm]]\ <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <</if>>\ "I'm almost out of soup," Sarah says. That's a shame. For you feeding mommy is half the fun. "Well," you say, "I suppose we should let her know we're a group of 3. Darwin, you play with both breasts, I'll pinch both inner lips open, and Sarah, you hold the spoon in her mouth, OK?" You freeze like that longer than is natural and Sarah's mom asks, "What's happening? What are we doing?" You shush them, "don't move." You're giddy with excitement. "Wait..." Sarah's mom says. "There's 3 of you?" You smile and tap her leg. "Yay!" She's so smart. Sarah will probably figure out a way to communicate this with her, but for now you like the mystery you just threw into the mix. Mom probably has hope that none of you were her daughter. You wonder if Sarah will tell her the truth or lie about it. You get up to leave. Before you do, you apologize to Sarah for spilling the soup earlier. You hope she can forgive you. [[Office]] <<if $has_futa_students and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans)>>\ [[Visit Luna and Amy instead of going back to your office.->SDCafeteriaLunaIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>\

<<set $sd_mom_horny to false>><<set $sd_mom_soup_orgasm to true>>You tell Sarah to keep kissing until you say stop and you tell Ms. Darwin to take over both nipples for you. Once they're both following your command, you dive into her crotch and suckle her clit. Mom moans and you hear kissing sounds from her daughter. You caress and cradle the clit with your tongue. Gliding your tongue over it as gently as you can while maintaining a light suction the whole time. Mom's warm thighs squeeze your ears before opening again. She places her hands on your head and strokes your hair. You insert a finger inside her vagina and curl up to rub the g-spot. She rewards you by scooting her hips forward. You hear her daughter's kissing noises increase in frequency. She gyrates on your finger as you suck her clit. You pause for a second to tell Ms. Darwin to pinch harder. As soon as you suck the clit, mom lifts her legs and wraps them around the back of your head. She squeezes so hard you can't move. A low guttural, moan comes out of her mouth and her legs shiver. When you finger harder, she moves her hips up and down to meet it. She lets out one last, large shiver then, with a large exhale, she opens her legs and pushes your face away. You can see Sarah obediently kissing her mom's tongue like you had asked. Each kiss makes her tongue flutter in ecstasy. She slumps in the chair and pulls her tongue back into her mouth and wipes it off with her sleeve. Sarah lets go of her mom's face and looks embarrassed about what has just transpired. Mom clears her throat and nobody says anything for a while. All you notice is her heavy breathing. She licks her lips and weakly says, "That was more than 2 people." You smile and tap her leg. "Yay!" She's so smart. Sarah will probably figure out a way to communicate this with her, but for now you like the mystery you just threw into the mix. Mom probably has hope that none of you were her daughter. You wonder if Sarah will tell her the truth or lie about it. You get up to leave. Before you do, you apologize to Sarah for spilling the soup earlier. You hope she can forgive you. [[Office]]\ <<if $has_futa_students and (not $finished_sd_cafeteria_trans)>>\ [[Visit Luna and Amy instead of going back to your office.->SDCafeteriaLunaIntroSnippet]]\ <</if>>\ <<chardetail "Claire" "You gave her an orgasm in the cafeteria when she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>

Which one do you want to visit? <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>\ <<if (not $finished_sd_dorm_romantic)>>\ [[Mia's room still has its lights on.->SDDormRomantic]] Through the window you see a hooded Olivia sitting on the floor with her back against the bed. She's spooning Mia who's sitting between her legs. Olivia's clothed but Mia is completely naked.\ <</if>>\ <<else>>\ <<if $fp_sleep and (not $finished_sd_olivia_sleep)>>\ [[The lights are off in Mia's room.->SDDormSleep]] You look through the window and see Olivia sprawled out on her back and sleeping on the floor. Maybe Mia would be interested in playing a game with you? <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $fp_twin and (not $finished_sd_dorm_twins)>>You search for the twins and find them both sound asleep in their owner's rooms. Both of them are hooded. A smile grows on your face when you realize you could [[trick them into "interacting" with each other->SDDormTwins]], even though they'd never consent to the idea if given the choice. <</if>>\ <<if $sd_mom_horny and (not $finished_sd_dorm_mom)>>You walk past a room with its lights on. When you look through the window, you see Sarah laying on her stomach facing her mom. Her mom is on her back with her legs spread. You squint to make sure you're really seeing what you're seeing. This can't be what it looks like. [[You decide to investigate.->SDDormMom]] <</if>>\ <<if $amy_trusts_luna and (not $finished_sd_luna_dorm)>>There's a light on in Amy's room, but you don't see her inside. Instead, you see Luna's muscular back facing you. She's completely nude except for her socks and she's thrusting her hips back and forth. You look down at her feet again and count four of them. It's at this point you realize she is having doggy style sex. [[You enter the room.->SDDormLuna]] <</if>>\ [[On second thought, you decide to go back to your room and sleep->SDEnd]]

You go back to the dormitory hallway to check on the students and their pets. <<include "SDDormLinks">>

Usually when school ends, you stay in the teacher's dormitory for the rest of the night. But tonight, you are unable to sleep. You sigh and look at the clock. It's 1am. The hooded pets are sleeping with their owners and you can't stop thinking about what they might be doing with each other. So you get up, put your skeleton key around your neck, and walk outside to the student's dormitory in your silk pajamas. When you get inside, you walk the dark halls. The door of each room has a little window you can peer in. You look for signs of life. Most but not all of the rooms are dark. <<include "SDDormLinks">><<nobr>> <<if $olivia_likes_mia and $fp_peehole and $fp_pee>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("OliviaMiaUrethraPlay")>> <</if>> <</nobr>>

<<set $finished_sd_luna_dorm to true>>As you enter, Luna looks behind her and stops thrusting to see who's interrupting. She looks startled so you say, "I hope I'm not intruding. I saw you through the door." She musters a smile and says, "No, ma'am. Please, make yourself at home." It's difficult to tell if she's being genuine but you really want to stay, so you take her word for it. You walk to Luna's side and now you can see Amy. She's completely nude on all fours with her face resting on a pillow, looking to the side. Most of Amy's face is obscured from the hood, but her wide open, smiling mouth tells you she's feeling intense pleasure. Luna thrusts and Amy's whole body moves forward. You hear her "ah" and the smile widen. You clasp your hands and say, "Bravo, Luna! I'm so happy for you two." Luna purses one side of her mouth, but doesn't fully smile. "Is something wrong," you ask. Luna sighs, "I love this but, I haven't been able to... finish." You look at Luna's huge, erect penis. It's a tight squeeze into Amy and she's so petite that only about 25% of it fits inside her when Luna thrusts. The rest of her shaft is completely outside of the vagina. "Oh, you poor thing," you say. "How long have you been doing this?" She looks at the clock and says, "45 minutes." "Wow... May I," you ask as you grab a bottle of lube and squirt some on top of Luna's exposed shaft. "It's a good thing you borrowed this from Ms. Monet or you probably couldn't have gotten this far." Her face shows frustration as she says, "Yes, thank you for the idea." You lay on your side and prop your head with a bent arm. The rhythmic thrusts have a sort of hypnotic effect on you. You've never seen so much shaft exposed during sex. It's no wonder Luna is having a hard time, she's getting very little contact. You tilt your head up and ask, "Has Amy cum?" "Twice," Luna grunts. You look at Amy's face and bite your lip. "Mmm, how does it feel when she does?" For the first time, Luna smiles. "It feels so good! Her vagina squeezes real hard over and over again. It's so tight it *almost* hurts, but doesn't. The best part to me is how happy it makes her. I just wish I could have that feeling all." Her rhythm increases slightly until her smile returns to a frustrated expression. "You know -" You pour some lube on your index finger and hold it against the underside of Luna's exposed shaft. Now each thrust into Amy has the additional contact of your finger with it. Your finger moves up and down with the curvature of its underside. "- maybe I could provide some help?" Luna looks into your eyes. It's difficult to tell what she's thinking. You start to wiggle your finger side to side to enhance the feeling and say, "I was helpful in the cafeteria, wasn't I?" Luna nods and you sit up and announce, "We're going to make you cum tonight. I promise!" She gives you a skeptical smile. "It's OK if you can't." She frowns and says, "I'm used to it." [[Continue->SDDormLunaNeckEar]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "She had doggy style sex with Amy in her dorm at night.">><<chardetail "Amy" "Luna had doggy style sex with her in the dorm at night.">>

You move behind Luna and sit up on your knees. Then you realize she's so tall you have to stand and squat for your plan. "Keep thrusting," you whisper into her ear. You grab her hair in a fist and lift it above her head. With minimal contact, you kiss the nape of her neck. She shivers and raises her shoulders. "You like that?" Her back tenses and goosebumps form when you kiss it again. You stick out your tongue and drag the tip of it from the bottom of her neck to the top and she rewards you with another shiver. Once you've reached the top, you drag again at the side of her neck where her shoulder meets. She whimpers and pinches your tongue between her neck and shoulder. "It's too sensitive, ma'am." You move to the other side of her neck and nibble her earlobe. She moans when you breath through your nose into her ear. You trace your tongue up the outer crescent and smile. She seems to like that. You grab her head from the other side and whisper into her ear, "Ready?" Sticking out your tongue, you inch it toward her ear canal. You move as slow as you can to increase the suspense. Your tongue brushes against her tragus (the little protrusion before the canal) and she bends her neck away from you, with a smile. You forcefully pull her head back and whisper, "Don't run from me." "Yes, ma'am," she says with a smile on her face. You start over again and this time when your tongue touches her tragus she bites her lower lip. Amy moans louder as Luna starts thrusting at a faster rate. <<linkreplace "You stick your tongue into her ear canal." t8n>><<linkreplace "You sure? You'll taste it." t8n>>You stick your tongue deep into Luna's ear canal and circle it around. Luna squeals and you taste the bitter remnants of ear wax, but don't mind because it's bringing her so much pleasure. She takes a hand off Amy's buttock and pins your head in place, forcing the tongue deeper. Her hard thrusts give Amy another orgasm. Luna lifts her head to the ceiling and groans, "She's squeezing." When Amy stops, Luna lets go of your head and you play with the tragus.<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> You pull your head back and blow gently into her canal and make her shiver again. [[Continue->SDDormLunaBreastsMuscles]]

You move directly behind Luna and reach in front of her to squeeze her breasts. They're extremely firm and large. The kneading doesn't seem to bring her much pleasure, but for your own enjoyment you roll her nipples between your index and thumb until they each become hard. Kissing from her shoulder to her neck, you intermittently wiggle your tongue on her skin as you go. When you've done the same to the other shoulder, you take a step back and admire her muscular shoulders by dragging your fingertips down them. Her body is so strong and firm. It might actually be fun to give her a back massage, you think, as you drag a fingertip down her spine. Scooting forward, you massage her breasts while sucking one of her bulging back muscles. You move your head and bite another section. None of this seems to have too much of a positive effect on Luna, but it's difficult for you to stop. You drag your fingertips down her ripped back a few more times before moving on. [[Continue->SDDormLunaBalls]]

Your hand migrates to Luna's lower abdomen. Peeking out from her side, you look down and can see the majority of the shaft as it thrusts into Amy. It has a thick, beautiful vein bulging out on the top. You lick your lip as you trace it with your fingertip, careful not to touch Amy as you do. You find the bottle of lube and rub some on your hand. "This should help," you explain as you wrap your fingers around the middle of her shaft. You keep your hand static as Luna thrusts. Her slippery penis glides through your palm as it moves forward and back, like a lewd piston. Luna smiles, closes her eyes, and rests her head on her shoulder. She lets out and high pitched, relaxed sigh. You kiss her on the shoulder and say, "Aww, poor girl. That's what you've been needing, huh?" Luna slowly nods without opening her eyes. "Take your time, you've earned this." She opens her eyes slowly and wraps an arm around you in thanks. "If you were even bigger, I could fit my face between you two and use my tongue. But, I don't think there's enough room to do that safely without Amy noticing. Wouldn't that feel good? Can you imagine my lips on the side of your shaft as you move back and forth?" She squeezes you once to acknowledge the idea. You move behind Luna and wrap both hands around the shaft, stacking one in front of the other. "I'm not close to Amy now, am I?" "Nope," Luna replies. "OK, good. Hopefully this feel even better." You move your hands back and forth a few inches in the opposite directions of Luna's thrusts. She rolls her head back in pleasure. "Thought you might like that," you say with a smile. "Oooh, is that a throb I just felt?" you remark with a teasing tone. "I told you we'd make you cum tonight. But seriously, that felt wonderful coursing through my hands. Can you give me another?" Amy moans. "I bet Amy could help," you say, "Why don't you spread her cheeks and watch yourself as you go in and out of her little body?<<if $luna_pinky>> Lick your thumb and put it on her anus. Feel it suck on it like a dirty mouth. If you haven't tried that yet, it'll feel great when she orgasms because it's going to twitch like crazy and give your finger lots of little butterfly kisses.<</if>>" Her shaft twitches again through your hands which makes you bite your lower lip. You feel its girth expand in your palms and it makes your fingers spread. In a huff you say, "Come on, Luna. You can do it," under your breath. Amy has another orgasm and Luna looks up in pleasure. You keep pumping your hands<<if $luna_pinky>> and ask, "Is her ass kissing your thumb? Isn't it hot?<<else>>.<</if>> The shaft twitches repeatedly in your hands. You lick your teeth and say, "Mmm, give me more of those." Luna pumps her hips harder and faster and Amy screams. Amy's orgasm hasn't even finished yet, but Luna might push her into another one. At each thrust Amy moans a high pitched, "ugh" and squeals. Luna's back and ass contract then she forcefully drives her hips into Amy and holds it there. She lets out a guttural, "ugh," and shakes, then starts pumping again. You actually feel the shaft expand in your hand as semen shoots through it. Amy yells, "Oh... god! It's so hot inside me." Her voice trembles as she has another orgasm. Luna's thrusts get slower and slower until she stops, faces the floor, and exhales forcefully. "That was great," she said. You bend to the side of Luna's hip and slowly pull her back. The penis slides out as Amy quivers her body and voice. You move to the side to inspect the situation. [[Continue->SDDormLunaFinish]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "Luna gave her many orgasms from doggy style sex.">><<chardetail "Luna" "She had an orgasm while having doggy style sex with Amy">>

You scoot back and drag your fingertips from the shoulders to Luna's bottom, giving them a firm squeeze. They're like two firm rocks. <<linkreplace "You gently play with her balls" t8n>>You lay on the floor and place your hands between Luna's spread legs, cupping them like you're trying to collect water. You raise your hands until the testicles have filled your palms, then carefully pull them toward you. The scrotum is very loose and has a lot of slack and the enormous eggs look so comfortable resting there. You promise to take good care of them. As Luna is thrusting, you make sure to move your hands with her to avoid any discomfort. You use your thumbs to strum her scrotum with circular motions. Luna contracts and the testicles lift slightly which tells you you're doing something right. <<linkreplace "You ask if you can kiss one." t8n>>"Would you like me to kiss them," you ask. Luna thrusts faster and says, "Yes, ma'am." You lean your face in and kiss the left one with your mouth. Amy moans louder. The wrinkly scrotum has a very interesting feeling on your lips and there's a faint smell of body odor that does not offend your senses. You kiss it again repeatedly and feel the scrotum tighten on your lips. You give the right testicle the same treatment and marvel at how you've converted the loose scrotum into a tight one by using your lips. The wrinkles are now even more defined. You drag the tip of your tongue from the bottom of the sack to the taint to feel the bumps.<</linkreplace>> You carefully grab the scrotum from the front and caress the back near the taint with a few fingertips. Luna groans and thrusts harder than you've seen before and gives Amy another orgasm. She lifts her face toward the ceiling to enjoy Amy's squeezing. Your kind hands continue to caress and you hope that this may give Luna an orgasm, but no such luck. You can tell that Luna really likes this, but it's not enough to push her over the edge so you release the balls and sit up behind Luna.<</linkreplace>> [[Continue->SDDormLunaShaft]]

You lift the shaft to a horizontal position by resting it on both of your palms. The tip has a semen glaze around it. You're about to ask if you can clean it when Luna pushes you back with her forearm. She grabs Amy's leash and roughly pulls her toward her. "Oh!" Amy says with surprise. Luna grabs one of Amy's hands and places it on her shaft. She feels her way around to the tip and begins cleaning it with her mouth. "Luna," you say, "I'm really impressed with you. You've really... you've broken out of your shell." She smiles slightly while resting her head on her shoulder. It's clearly time for them to go to sleep soon. Amy laps up any semen she can find on the penis like she's licking an ice cream cone. When she cleans off the outside, Luna guides her to suck on her penis head. Amy can only fit some of it in her mouth but she sucks it obediently to make sure no residual semen spills on the floor. You feel flush as you have a mischievous thought. "Come," you say. "It's a beautiful night. We should look at the stars." [[Continue->SDDormLunaStars]]

You walk with Luna and Amy to an outside bench. Luna's now dressed but Amy's nude body is wrapped in a bundle of blankets and is carried in Luna's arms. You're holding on to a few blankets of your own. You place your hand on the table and say, "Here we are. Place her down here." Amy remarks about wanting a shower or a towel as Luna puts her on top of the table. "Soon, dear," you say to a deaf Amy. Amy's on all fours with a blanket under her knees for comfort. You lift the bottom of Amy's blankets up so her hips are exposed and she remarks that it's cold. "We'll get you in a nice, warm place soon. It'll just be for a moment." With Amy on all fours on the table, you push her lower back down so she's in a frog stretch and her hips are hanging over the side. Then you lay a blanket down underneath her. You extend a hand to invite Luna to lay under it. "Let's look at the stars, shall we?" Luna looks a little uncomfortable with the idea but she plays along. You adjust her body a bit to ensure it's directly under Amy's hips. Then you lay down beside her and strike up a conversation. "What a lovely night." "Mmm-hmm," Luna says, with a little anxiety in her voice. "When I can't sleep, I like to lay out here sometimes. It's so relaxing." You glance at Amy and notice some semen is visible at her vagina. "Do you know any constellations," you ask. "No, ma'am," she replies. "That one is the big dipper, I think." A drop of semen from Amy's vagina drips on Luna's face. She winces and turns to the side. You continue as if nothing unusual happened. "I think that one might be Orion's belt." You chuckle and say, "That's all I really know. I should learn this stuff." Another drop hits the side of Luna's face and makes a little pop noise. You grab her chin and make her look straight up. Pointing at Amy you say, "That's the milky way." Luna is not at all amused. Some semen drips into her eye and her lashes flutter until she gets used to the feeling. You put Luna's hand on your stomach and pat the back of it. Sighing, you say, "Let's just lay here quietly and enjoy the stars." [[Go back to the dormitory hallway.->SDDormRevisit]]

<<set $finished_sd_dorm_mom to true>>The sound of the door unlocking startles Sarah. She turns to face you. "What's wrong," you ask. She has a guilty expression on her face and you see some movement behind her. "What's going on?" It's as you suspected. Her mom, Claire, is laying on her back, masturbating over her panties with her pajama bottoms around her feet. Before you walked in, Sarah was watching her mom play with herself. You smile at Sarah. "Care to explain yourself?" She places her hands near her face and fidgets. "Um... I think you... turned my mom on so much that she... she couldn't help it." Shocked, you say, "She's so horny she's letting you watch?" "Well... no...," Sarah taps her knuckles together in front of her face, "She thinks... she thinks I'm asleep." You'd think her mom would have the decency to cover herself with a blanket, then you realize there's none on the floor. You surmise that in an act of kindness she gave them all to Sarah before she realized how much she needed release. You tilt your head, "Wait... so you're watching?" Sarah bows her head and starts to whimper. You rush to her side to wrap an arm around her. Shaking her shoulders you say, "Hey, hey, hey. It's ok, don't cry. I'm sorry I asked." You turn her around to face her mom. Smiling, you say, "I understand. It's something you don't see every day, right?" Sarah nods and wipes her eyes. "Come," you pat the floor and lay on your stomach. Sarah hasn't fully recovered from her embarrassment, but she joins you anyway. [[Continue->SDDormMom2]]\ <<chardetail "Sarah" "You caught her watching her mom masturbate in the dorm.">><<chardetail "Claire" "While wearing sensory deprivation gear, she masturbated on the dorm floor. She thought Sarah was asleep at the time.">>

"How long has she been doing this," you ask. "I don't know. When I woke up a few minutes ago she was already doing it." You're both curling your legs up while you chat like you're telling stories at a slumber party. You point and ask, "Did you notice that?" Sarah nods and says, "I think it grew a little since I started watching." You are pointing at a little wet spot that's seeped through her mom's panties. "What do you think she's thinking about?" "I don't know," you say, "But whatever it is must be nice." You watch the panty material fold in various ways as mom's fingers rub in little circles. She's using her 3 middle fingers to rub and applying the most pressure with her middle finger. You feel yourself getting a little warm and turn to Sarah and tell her, "That's how I do it, too." She looks away and puts her fingertips to her mouth. You can barely make out a nervous smile. "How do you do it?" you ask. She blushes and you nudge her, "Come on, I told you how I do it." She spreads her index and middle finger like an upside down V. "I like to put it here," she points at the webbing, "then I move my hand up and down." "It?" you ask. "The um," she clears her throat, "the clit." You reach under your stomach and fidget, then close your eyes. Opening them slowly, you bite your lip, and say, "Yes, that feels nice." Sarah looks back at your arm then at your face with her eyes wide. "Are you..." she whispers, "touching yourself?" [[Continue->SDDormMom3]]

You grin mischievously with your tongue between your teeth. "It's OK, it's after work hours." Obviously, that's not a rule, but Sarah doesn't get the joke. She frowns at you, then slowly turns her head back to her mom. You were hoping your joke would loosen her up a bit and she might even join you, but that felt like a step backward. It seems like the best thing to do now is some damage control, so you stop masturbating. Pointing at mom, you ask, "What's your favorite part to look at?" She shrugs and says, "I don't know." Her tone is a little cold and you have a feeling she's not being honest with you. "OK..." You try to come up with another question, but she kind of killed the conversation. You mutter, "hmm," while you turn to look at mom. With awkward silence, you quietly watch for about a minute. You notice Sarah's eyes glued to her mom. She seems infatuated. You decide to take a different approach. You point to her mom's labia bulge and say, "Well, I like this part best. We saw earlier how long her inner lips are. They're very nice. Do you remember what they look like?" Sarah swallows slowly without answering or looking away. You pause to let that visual sink in. "Wanna know my favorite part in the cafeteria? It was when I put my tongue between her lips and licked upward. Her lips had such an interesting texture on the inside. Like... sleek or... glossy, ya know? I bet it has a completely different texture on the outside. Dang, I wish I found out when I had the chance." You look back at Sarah's legs. It seems like she's squeezing them together harder than before. You think your words may be having an effect on her. "Maybe if we watch long enough, she'll pull the panties to the side so we can see them again." You point, "Look at the way she rubs. I bet if her panties weren't covering it, the ends of her lips would be fluttering right now. "If she does uncover it, do you think we'll get to see her clit? Or, maybe she'll only move the bottom aside and stick her finger in her hole?" Sarah's breathing has become heavier. "Which finger do you think will go in?" You point at her mom's middle finger. "I hope it's that one since it's the longest. Can you imagine how it'd look when it slowly slides in? I bet those two knuckles would disappear." Mom moans softly. Sarah lifts her head and smiles with her mouth open wide, but then quickly covers her face with her hand. She looks at you but you pretend not to notice. It feels like you're frustratingly close to getting Sarah to masturbate. You can tell your dirty talk is having an effect, but she's still too embarrassed. Maybe privacy is the issue. After all, it is rather bold to masturbate in front of someone. You devise a plan. You walk to the bed and grab a thin sheet and a thick comforter and drape the thick one over Sarah's body. "I'm not cold," she complains. "Don't be shy," you hint as you get under the thin sheet. "Earlier I could see goosebumps on your arms. And now," you raise your voice, "your arms are completely hidden from me." She thinks for a moment then says, "Oh..." You're not sure if it clicked for her or not. "Would you... like more blankets on top of you? You know, to cover your... arms?" There's a long pause before she whispers, "Yes, please." You quickly hide your excitement by turning to the bed, then you place as many sheets as you can on top of her. "Here," you say. "You can have mine, too." "Thank you," she says. There's another long awkward stretch where Sarah looks a little antsy, biting the side of her lower lip and looking around the room. "So..." you break the ice. "As I was saying..." As soon as she sees you're continuing, a large smile appears on Sarah's face. But, she rushes to cover it by touching her fingertips together in front of her lips. [[Continue->SDDormMom4]]

You clear your throat to hide a smile, "As I was saying, maybe we'll get to see one of her lips soon. See the bump over there," you point to the side of the panty. "She's shifted her underwear so much, the little thing may pop out on its own. "Oh... here it comes," you both watch with anticipation as mom's fingers shift the panties ever so slightly. "There it is," you cheer as it just barely makes its appearance. You point up and down with your pinky finger, "see that darker part right under the crotch band? That's it." You bite your lower lip and say in a sultry voice. "I remember how wrinkly it was at the tip." Sarah sticks her head forward to get a closer look and nods. You see her shift her shoulder weight under the blanket and hear some rustling. "Let's watch and see if the whole thing..." you're interrupted as mom stops to lick her fingers. She uses her other hand to pull the underwear to the side. The long inner lips flop out and she continues rubbing her clit with her bare hands. Sarah watches with her mouth open, then looks all around the vulva and bites her lower lip. "Beautiful, isn't it?" you remark. Sarah doesn't react to the question. You put your fingertip dangerously close to the inner lips and say, "don't you just wish you could pet them," as you mime the action with your finger. "They were so silky, Sarah. You know, if you're careful, I bet you could get a little closer." She scoots forward and her shoulders pop out from under the blanket. For that moment you can see she is laying on her arm, then she covers herself with the blanket. "Can you smell it?" you ask. You see Sarah's nostrils flare and she nods. "That's your Mommy's smell. Isn't it nice?" Her face is getting redder. Mom moans again and Sarah closes her eyes and smiles. "Oh, she seems very happy right now. Her clit is very big." You take a big risk by asking, "Do you hope Mommy is thinking of you?" [[Continue->SDDormMom5]]

Sarah whimpers and you hear louder rustling from under the blankets. She opens her eyes and looks into yours. Her eyebrows raise in the middle as she frowns. You smile sympathetically back at her and say, "That's OK, honey. It's nothing to be ashamed of." Mom lets out a high pitched, relaxed sigh and Sarah smiles. You point to remind Sarah, "Don't forget to watch now." She turns her head to face her masturbating mother and the continued rustling tells you she's been reassured by your words. "Do you think," you continue, "she would have finished by now if she used your technique? Don't you wish you could teach it to her? Imagine showing her how you do it on yourself while she pays careful attention." Sarah whimpers again. "She tries it and asks, 'Like this?', but she doesn't do it right - don't close your eyes, dear, keep looking - but then she doesn't do it right and you have to teach her." Sarah's deep, slow inhale is broken by little shivers along the way and tells you she's very close. You lick your lip, lean in, and whisper seductively into her ear. "Imagine she's putting her hand on the wrong spot: Her fingers on top of her big lips instead of on either side of them. "You say, 'No, Mommy, like this,' and spread her fingers wider for her. Imagine your fingers brush against her lips as you help." Mom lets out another moan which makes Sarah rustle louder. "When you brush against her lips, she gives a little moan, just like that one. She smiles at you and says, 'I'm embarrassed to ask, but, I would really like it if you... put your face close... and smelled it until I fini-'" Sarah squeals and plops her face down into the carpet. In an humiliating display, she moans loudly into the floor then her head shivers violently. She turns her head to the side, facing away from you, and wails toward the wall. You watch her hips lift and lower repeatedly under the thick blankets. It takes all of your restraint to avoid lifting them up to watch her orgasm. Gradually, she slumps to the floor and does not move. You wait, wondering how long she's going to stay there. It gives you time to think about how you wish you could have kept going with your dirty talk. You had plans of talking about how Sarah would lick her mother, how the lips would taste, and so on. Sarah abruptly pulls the blankets over her head and yells, "I'm so embarrassed!" "Don't be." You rub her back and she groans. "Promise you won't tell anybody," she asks. "There's nothing to worry about. And, I'm sorry to rush you, but you should probably scoot back. Your mom is very close and she might close her legs on you." She scoots back a few feet while staying hidden under the covers. [[Continue->SDDormMom6]]

Sarah's mom transitions to short, loud breathes. "You might miss it if you don't look now," you say. Sarah doesn't react. A long, soft moan escapes her mom's mouth. "Oh, she's sticking her finger in now." Sarah pulls the blanket behind her head to look. She squints at you and says, "Hey! You lied." Mom starts gyrating so you shush Sarah and point. She quickly gets over the deception as she realizes she's about to witness her mom's orgasm. Her mom's legs snap shut and she repeatedly moans, "Oh god!" under her breath while rubbing between her legs. Mom opens her legs wide and lifts her hips slightly. At that moment, you catch her vagina contract. You can tell from Sarah's wide eyed smile that she saw it, too. Closing her legs tight, she continues to rub her clit while brushing her nipples with her other hand. You notice she's using the same technique you used on her nipples earlier in the cafeteria. She puts her chin to her shoulder and whimpers while shaking. A few seconds pass and she forces out a strong sigh and collapses by extending her arms out on the floor. You watch her chest rise and fall as she breathes. Since you can't see her eyes it's difficult to tell if she's asleep, but she's not moving. [[Continue->SDDormMom7]]

Sarah yawns and asks if she can go to sleep now. She jumps into bed and you lay a blanket over her and tuck her in a bit. When she's nice and comfy, she blinks slowly, yawns again, and says, "Good night, Mom. Good night, Principal $name." As you leave she stops you. "Principal $name?" You turn around. "Thanks for not embarrassing me about... uh..." "Anytime, dear." You pause and ask, "Would you like me to come by on another night and tell you another story?" Sarah blushes and says, "Don't make me say it, please." "How about one where I describe how it tastes?" She bites on her pinky nail and gives you an adorable smile. "Good night, Sarah." "Good night, Principal $name." [[Go back to the dormitory hallway.->SDDormRevisit]]

<<set $finished_sd_dorm_romantic to true>>When you step through the door you hear Mia moan. She looks up at you with droopy eyes and smiles. You sit cross legged on the floor across from them and ask how it's going. "Mmmm, so good." Olivia has her face on Mia's shoulder. Is she kissing it? A popping noise is heard when she lifts her face up and a dark hickey marks where her mouth was. Mia smiles and says, "She's been doing this for hours." She shivers, giggles, and says, "I'm so tingly." Olivia feels the shiver and smiles. She puts her head down on another spot and starts sucking. You watch Mia face the ceiling as she moans in pleasure. She reaches for her crotch and furiously masturbates for a moment until Olivia pushes her arm away. Olivia scolds, "Stop touching yourself! This is to train you to have some self restraint in class." Olivia bites Mia's shoulder as punishment. Mia opens her eyes wide and yells "Ahh!" while tapping on Olivia's thighs to get her to be more gentle. Olivia hugs her tight so she can't squirm away but does not go any easier on her. Over a few seconds, Mia becomes accustomed to the pain. Her eyes droop, her tapping stops, and she starts to moan. Olivia stops biting but does not let go. "Are you going to behave now?" Mia pets Olivia's forearms up and down to signal yes. "Good. Maybe after you learn some self restraint you won't be so perverted in public." She pushes Mia's head to the side and bites her neck. Again, Mia taps for mercy, does not receive it, then learns to enjoy the pain. She reaches behind her to caress the back of Olivia's neck. Olivia rewards Mia with an even harder bite. It takes some time, but Mia learns to like that, too. She slumps in Olivia's arms and lets her have her way with her. You see a drunken stupor on Mia's face. [[Continue->SDDormRomantic2]]

Olivia wraps her legs over Mia's and pulls them open. As Mia's legs open, you can see how horny she really is. She has a sheen of vaginal juice rubbed all over her bright red her lips. As you make eye contact, you see a hint of embarrassment on her lustful face. You can see right into her dripping vagina. You crawl between her legs to get a better view. "I've never seen you this red before, Mia." She whimpers and looks away. <<linkreplace "Check its outside temperature" t8n>>You move your palm a few inches away to feel the heat radiating from her vulva. It's almost hot. You rest the back of your fingers against her puffy labia. "Oh dear," you say, "you're burning up." You pet it a few times and coax a moan out of her. In a sultry voice she says, "Don't. I'm not supposed to..." <<linkreplace "Check its inside temperature" t8n>>"It's so warm, I just want to check you're not getting sick," you say with a grin. You place your palm up and slide your index finger half way into her vagina. It meets absolutely no resistance. The wet warmth radiates around your finger, like you dipped it into a hot tub. You curl your finger and touch her spongy G-spot. Mia gyrates up, groans, and attempts to close her legs, but Olivia pins them open again and punishes her with a harder bite to the neck. "Please, I'm not allowed..." Mia pleads to you. You slide your finger out. It's covered in wetness so you move it to her face and say, "Open." You stick it in Mia's mouth and let her lick it off. The tongue tickles as it dances around your finger. She swallows and says, "Thank you." You're not sure if she's thanking you for stopping or for the taste.<<chardetail "Mia" "You fingered her in Olivia's presence, but Olivia was unaware because she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>\ <</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> You lay on your elbows and blow on her vulva to help cool it down. It must be so sensitive at this point that even contact like this can push her over the edge. Mia reaches for her crotch, possibly to block the air, but Olivia stops her arms before she gets there. "That's it!" Olivia scolds. She pushes Mia off her, sits on the edge of the bed, points to her lap, and says, "I tried to be nice but apparently that's not getting through to you." Mia pouts as she lays across Olivia's thighs. Now you can see that she has purple hickies all over her back and rib cage. "You had multiple warnings," Olivia says, "there's no one to blame but yourself." She looks at you with a frown and asks, "Why?" Olivia begins spanking and Mia bites her lower lip. It starts fast and light, but Olivia ramps up her force a little on every slap. Mia wiggles her hips so the hand will land on a different spot. She lifts her legs back to her but and Olivia pushes them away, "Don't fight it, you deserve this." Olivia stops at a force that is uncomfortable but bearable. Mia lets out a soft "ugh" every time she's slapped. As her bottom pinkens, she gets numb and starts to enjoy it a little. For a few spanks she crosses her legs and squeezes her thighs together to masturbate. Thankfully, she catches herself and stops before Olivia notices. [[You don't think Mia's being punished enough. Do something that will make Olivia punish her as hard as she can.->SDDormRomanticHardSpank]] [[Continue->SDDormRomantic3]]\ <<chardetail "Olivia" "She spanked Mia in the dorm.">>\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She was spanked by Olivia in the dorm.">>

You walk to Mia's side and say, "You seem to be enjoying this too much. I don't think you're taking your punishment very seriously." She opens her mouth and eyes wide and asks, "What are you going to do?" You ignore the question and place your palm on Mia's buttock. It's become warm from all the slaps. The soft bottom spills out between your fingers when you squeeze your hand. Olivia's next slap lands on your hand and Olivia is taken aback. She turns her head toward Mia and says, "Did you just block my hand?" You move your hand out of the way and smile at Mia. The next smack echoes through the room. Mia arches her back and shields her bottom with her own hand this time. Olivia pushes it away and smacks again and now Mia's only defense is kicking and screaming. Olivia holds her in place so she can't squirm away and smacks again as hard as she can. The spanking frequency is about once every second. Each slap makes her cheeks clench as much as they can. You walk over to Mia's face and squat down to her level. When you brush her hair away, she pleads, "Help me." You smile, "Oh, I'm only here to watch your pretty face." The next swat tosses her hair forward. When you move it out of the way you see her eyes have begun to water. "Tell you what. I'll be your moral support." You grab a Kleenex and sit back down. By that time, 4 more slaps have occurred, each accompanied by screams. You sit down, brush her hair away, and dab her eyes dry. "I bet Olivia would be thrilled if she could see these tears of joy. Are you enjoying your lesson?" Mia begins a low guttural growl. The slaps are too frequent. There's not enough time to recover from the pain of the previous slap when the next one comes. To survive, she blocks herself with her hand again. Olivia throws it to the floor without mercy. You hold onto Mia's hand so she's incapable of making that mistake again. Her hand squeezes tightly every time she receives a slap. "Lovely," you coo, as you kiss one of her knuckles. You brush her hair away with your free hand and notice her red face is scrunched up into a pitiful frown. She's uses all her strength to free her hand so she can defend herself but you easily overpower her and hold it in place. The pain is too much and with you holding her hand, she has no defense. Mia breaks down completely and starts to sob. The cry is truly pathetic, with her screaming and barely able to catch her breath. With her sensory deprivation hood on, Olivia has no way of knowing she broke Mia. She continues with full force. You grab hold of her other hand and swing them both side to side as you sing a happy little tune, as if to cheer her up, but she doesn't seem to hear it over her own screams. Her nails dig into your hands as tears drip on to the floor. She periodically tries to jerk her hand free but you're diligent about holding on tight. "Shh, shh, shh, try singing with me," you say with a smile. Mia ignores you or possibly doesn't even hear and continues screaming until she's hoarse. "Don't ever block my hand again," Olivia reprimands. She stops spanking and Mia slides to the floor where she continues crying. Her wet, squinting eyes stare through you as if to ask why you betrayed her. Olivia squats down to the floor and rubs on Mia's back. She waits for the heavy breathing to subside. When it does, she stands up and extends her arms for a hug. Mia whines like a puppy at the much needed tenderness and places her head on Olivia's chest. Olivia looks down confused. She pulls Mia's head back and touches the corner of her eyes. "Are you crying?" Mia nods. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you use the safe word touch we discussed? This isn't Fifty Shades of Grey." Mia snorts and smiles. She grabs Olivia's hand and places it on the front of her thighs. "Holy shit... you are soaked! How are you even wet there?" Mia places her head back on Olivia's chest and squeezes gleefully. She shivers and says, "so tingly", then looks at you, bites her fingertip, blushes, and says, "I liked your song." You're taken aback by how limitless she seems to be. Olivia pats the back of her head and says, "you're such a good little masochist!" She sits back down on the bed and beckons Mia to her lap. [[Continue->SDDormRomantic3]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She enjoyed the rough spanking that Olivia gave her.">>

"That's enough spanking for now. I think you've learned your lesson. Why don't you turn around and I'll give you your reward." Mia turns face up while being cradled in Olivia's arms. "This is nice, right?" Mia smiles and strokes the side of Olivia's hood. Olivia bends down and makes out with her. You hear Mia wraps her arms around Olivia's neck and moan. When Mia pulls her head back, Olivia bites on her lower lip and won't let go. She pulls Mia in closer to continue making out. When the kiss ends, Olivia smiles, then frowns and starts shaking her knees. "I... I know I'm not supposed to ask things like this but... nevermind". Mia sits up in her lap and asks, "What?" She puts her hand on her shoulder and starts shaking back and forth. "Tell me." "Well, I'm having fun but I was wondering..." Olivia gulps, "are you, uh... will you ever hang out with me again after I get this hood off?" Mia hugs Olivia from the side, grabs an arm, and lifts it up and down. Olivia turns her head away and hides her smile behind her hand. "Aww!" Mia says, "You don't have to be so insecure around me." It takes a moment for Olivia to regain her composure. She sniffs and blurts a laugh. Mia pulls her hand away from her face and gives her another kiss and you hear Olivia whine, "You're so nice to me after I was so mean to you... I... I don't deserve it." She wipes her nose then says, "Sorry for that. I'm fine now." She sits up straight and with a mischievous grin says, "Alright you little slut. Stand up." Mia's all smiles as she jumps down to obey the command. Olivia crosses her legs and holds out a curled index finger. "Since you've been patient, I'll let you cum, but you're only allowed to use this finger to do it." She twirls her tongue out of her mouth and smiles as she wiggles it. "Put your hands on my shoulders so I know you're not cheating. Oh, and you have to the count to 60. 1... 2..." [[Continue->SDDormRomantic4]]

Mia looks at you and gasps. She spreads her legs and awkwardly positions herself onto the finger. As she slides down on it, Olivia curls her lip into a cruel smile. Mia closes her eyes and bounces up and down on the finger. She moans and lewd sounds can be heard from her wet vagina because Olivia is most likely curling her fingers to hit the G-spot. "13..." Olivia reaches for a breast and pinches a nipple firmly. "Yes!" Mia groans. "My clit, too," she begs, but Olivia can't hear and probably wouldn't abide if she could. She bounces harder and moans through her closed mouth. To her disappointment, Olivia lets go of the nipple. "24..." [[You help by licking Mia's anus->SDDormRomanticAnus]] [[You help by massaging Mia's breasts->SDDormRomanticBreasts]]

You scoot under Mia and spread her cheeks. She looks down confused and you say with a smile, "I'll help." You stick out your tongue and position it so Mia's anus passes by it when she gets to the base of the finger. She moans and you feel it pucker as it goes by. She's so wet you can taste all her vaginal juices on her ass. Her movements change from up and down to hip gyrations to make your static tongue circle her hole. You feel the soft wrinkles pinch it gently when it winks. She drives her hips back to get you to enter her. Bobbing your head back and forth, you oblige. She moans loudly saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..." over and over again. Her legs begin to quiver. [[Continue->SDDormRomantic5]]

You stand behind Mia and grab a breast. She looks back confused and you say with a smile, "I'll help." You massage from the base to the nipple and it makes her moan. She hops up and down faster. You pinch the nipple hard and Mia begs again for you to play with her clit. "I'm sorry, dear, I don't think I can get away with that without Olivia noticing." "30..." When the nipple hardens you roll it in your fingers, pull it, and give it a sharp pinch with your fingernails. Now that it's hard you pause that to massage each breast. [[Continue->SDDormRomantic5]]

"38..." She groans, straightens her legs, then falls down in front of you and starts shivering on the floor. Olivia smiles and says, "You better not be touching yourself down there." Mia gets in the fetal position and hisses through her teeth like she's cold while Olivia prods her shoulder with her feet. "No touching!" When the orgasm ends, Mia collapses and rolls onto her back. She stares up at the ceiling and says to you, "That orgasm sucked. It doesn't feel good when you can't touch yourself." You smile down at her and say, "I think that would make Olivia very happy to hear." Olivia's still poking Mia with her toes. Mia bats her leg away, clumsily gets off the floor, and sits in Olivia's lap. "Was it good?" Olivia asks. Mia says, "It was the worst orgasm I've ever had," and gives Olivia a long, passionate kiss. When she pulls back she gives Olivia a big hug and says, "I can't wait to tell you all about it when you get this stupid hood off." As you leave, Mia yells, "Your turn!", and jumps to the floor to part Olivia's knees. You hear giggling as the door closes behind you. [[Go back to the dormitory hallway.->SDDormRevisit]]

<<set $finished_sd_olivia_sleep to true>>You use your skeleton key to open Mia's locked door and step inside. The rhythmic breathing of the two students fills the room. You step over Olivia who's sleeping on the floor and shake Mia gently. She gasps, moans, and turns to her side to try and fall back asleep. "Mia," you whisper. She moans, "Hmm?" "Wake up." She slowly turns to face you and rubs her eyes. It takes a while for her to focus. "Principal $name? Is it time for class?" You smile and say, "No dear, not yet." "OK good." She turns to her side to fall back asleep. You shake her again and whisper, "Let's play a game." "Game?" She groans, "No thanks," and grabs a pillow to snuggle with. You walk to the wall and flip the light switch on. Now you can make out Olivia's clothes. She's wearing a white nightgown that buttons up in the front. The rest of her body is covered by a blanket. Mia squints and groans in annoyance. You clasp your hands in excitement and say, "Let's just play for 5 minutes and if you don't like it you can go back to sleep." She sits up against her headboard, yawns, and smacks her lips, tasting her dry mouth. While keeping eyes closed, she reaches over to grab a glass of water and, after a slow gulp, rubs her eyes and says, "K". "Great! Sit on the floor over there," you point to Olivia's shoulder. You sit down at Olivia's other shoulder and face Mia. "What happened tonight? Did you try to play with Olivia?" With her eyes closed and her chin resting on her fist she says, "I tried, but she hates me<<if $olivia_hates_mia_again>> again." She frowns, "I messed up<</if>>." Her next sentence is delayed by a large yawn. "Whenever I try to touch her she tries to fight me." "But you wish you could?" you ask. She opens her eyes and nods, "that would have been fun." You raise an eyebrow and say, "It's not too late, you know." Mia looks down at Olivia, "What do you... you mean while she sleeps?" "Mmm-hmm." "But, she'll kill me if she finds out!" You bite your bottom lip then ask, "How could she find out if she's asleep?" "But," she asks, "How can you do anything fun without waking her up?" You grin and say, "That *is* the fun. To see how much you can you get away with without waking her up." Mia looks skeptical. You roll your eyes. "Fine, I'll show you." [[Continue->SDDormSleep2]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "You and her played with Olivia while she slept.">><<chardetail "Olivia" "She was molested by you and Mia as she slept.">>

As you grab the blanket and carefully pull it down to her waist you notice Olivia's bra on the floor and pick it up to show Mia. Perfect. You pick it up and twirl it around a finger to entice Mia. "Do you think her nipples are hard right now?" Mia licks her lips as she stares at the bra. Her eyes follow it when you toss it to the floor and when she glances back at you, you give her a little smile. As you glide your tongue across your teeth, you carefully poke two fingers between two buttons of the nightgown and spread your fingers to make a hole that you can look through. Mia fidgets, waiting to hear what you see. "Ooh, she's bigger than I expected." You pause and look up at her. "Wanna see it?" She hops over Olivia to your side and looks through the hole you've created with your fingers. Nibbling on the side of her finger, she complains, "I can't see her nipple." "Would you like to," you ask. She looks through the hole again to see if she can steal a peek without going further. With a sigh, she says, "She'd kill me if she found out we were doing this. How can we make sure she doesn't wake up?" "We have to be very, very slow and careful. For example," you use your two fingers to lift the nightgown up a few inches and start fiddling with a button, "see how I lifted the nightgown off her body to unbutton? That's so she doesn't feel my fingers on her chest." The nightgown splits in the middle to reveal more cleavage. As Mia looks through the hole, Olivia snorts and turns her head to the other side. Mia places both hands on your shoulder and the middle of her eyebrows jump to the top of her brow. You wait a few seconds and Olivia returns to heavy breathing. You're stopped by Mia as you reach for another button. "Maybe we should stop," she asks. You rub her thigh to reassure her. "It'll be OK, I promise." She whines as you reach for the button at Olivia's neckline and undo it. "See?" Parting the nightgown you ask, "Isn't that better?" You can now see an inappropriate amount of Olivia's cleavage. If you wanted to, you could probably lift it and see her nipples, but you think it would be more fun to keep living dangerously. "You do the next one." "Me?" Mia points at herself. "Yeah, I'll be your lookout. Just remember to lift it off her when you unbutton." Mia curls her finger behind the button at Olivia's chest and waits to hear a heavy breath. Then she slowly fumbles with a button. She's unable to unhook it and getting nervous so you rub her shoulder and say, "You're doing fine." She slows her down and unhooks it then gently releases the fabric. With a large exhale and exasperated expression, she puts an arm across her chest and stares toward a wall. You grab her wrist and feel her pulse. It's going a mile a minute. "Wasn't that exhilarating?" you ask. She looks at you and pleads, "I don't know if I can do this, Principal $name. Maybe we should button her up before it's too late?" [[She's right. Button her up and go back to the hallway.->SDDormRevisit]] [[There's lots more fun to be had.->SDDormSleep3]]

"But," you say, "you didn't even get your reward." You part the fabric very slowly and stop short of revealing Olivia's areolae. As she's on her back, there's a very large cleft between her breasts and they're each rolling toward her armpit. You look at Mia and ask, "Have you ever seen her nipples before?" She nods, "In the shower I've looked, but... only a glance." "How'd you like to look for as long as you want? I think you should do the honors." It doesn't take much convincing. Mia folds the right side back, revealing the nipple. The pink areola is smooth and almost the same color as the rest of the breast. It's about 2 inches in diameter. The nipples themselves are barely raised and not hard. Mia looks down in awe. She asks, "How long can I look at them?" You smile and remind her, "For as long as you want." She momentarily smiles before returning to her awestruck expression. She puts her face inches from the nipple, points, and says, "She barely has any bumps on her areola, isn't that weird?" "Maybe they appear when her nipple gets hard," you suggest. "Yeah," she replies, but you're not even sure if she's paying attention to you. She lays on her stomach with her chin in her palms and ogles at it longingly. The whole time she stares, she's nibbling on her bottom lip. With an abrupt act of self-awareness, she turns around and asks, "You're not bored?" You rub her back and reassure her, "You take as long as you'd like, dear. Enjoy yourself." She stands up and hops over to the other side of Olivia then peels back the other side of the nightgown, revealing the second nipple. "Look," she points, "it has a dark spot below the nipple." Indeed it does, diagonal from it is a little freckle. Mia seems endlessly entertained by this, almost obsessed. You ask, "Would you be this interested if it were another girl?" She looks up with an open mouth, the corners of her lips pointing down. "What do you mean?" "Oh, never mind," you seem to have touched on a sensitive issue. Mia seems a little self conscious when she goes back to staring. She exhales forcefully out of her nose and says, "Maybe we should button her up before she wakes up?" [[She's right. Button her up and maybe check on somebody else.->SDDormRevisit]] [[There's lots more fun to be had.->SDDormSleep4]]

You bend over to get a close view of a nipple. "If you look close, Olivia has the thinnest little peach fuzz here. I bet if you're careful, you could brush it without waking her up." Mia hops over to your side and asks, "Where?" You point and she gets quiet. "How do I touch it?" You hold her index finger and bring it to the areola and graze it across the little hairs. "Feel that? You're touching it." Mia smiles and says, "I can't even feel, it's so tiny." She closes her eyes smiles. "I'm so close." With her eyes closed, you move your finger and pass over a nipple. When she feels the wrinkly bump pass under her fingertip she pulls her hand away and says, "No, she'll wake up!" "I think it'll be fine if we're gentle. Don't you want to see if they get hard?" "Yeah, but... Don't you get it? She will literally beat me up if we wake her. She's... she's kind of a bully." "OK, I get it," you say and think for a while. "What if instead of touching her we blow on her and see if that gets her hard?" Mia looks down and puts her fingertips to her mouth. "OK, let's do it." You grin and say, "Let's race to see who can get their nipple hard first!" You start blowing and Mia says, "No fair, cheater," as she jumps to the other side and tries to catch up. As you blow, you see the areola scrunch up around the nipple and raise. [img[images/sleep_nipple_blowing_resized.png]] "I'm winning," you wink. Bumps are forming on the areola. Olivia groans and yanks the blanket up to her neck, startling you both. Will she notice her top is unbuttoned? You wait for what feels like an eternity to find out. With her hood on, you can't tell if her eyes are open or not. Mia looks like she might bolt out of the room so you hold up your palm to signal that she needs to calm down. When, Olivia turns her head to the side and starts breathing heavy, you both exhale a sigh of relief. Mia whispers, "What do we do now?" She looks around and whimpers. "I want to button her back up." You have to admit that was pretty scary. For a moment it felt like your heart jumped up to your throat. You place your hand on your throat and swallow. "Let's pull the blanket down and button her back up." As soon as Mia nods, Olivia groans and rolls onto her stomach. Your eyes widen and you look up at Mia in shock. She has the same bugged out eyes as you do and she's pulling her hair back at her forehead. "I'm dead," she says. She grabs a fistful of her hair and says, "Why did I let you talk me into this? She's going to kill me!" She starts pacing the room with her hands on her head. "You always trick me and put me into situations like this! How can we button up her top if she's laying on top of it?" She repeats, "I'm so dead," over and over again. [[Continue->SDDormSleep5]]

"Calm down," you tell her. "Just be quiet so I can think." Mia begins muttering as she paces. "OK I got it! We can pull the sheet underneath her and that will roll her. We just gotta go really slow." Mia says, "That's a great idea!" She kneels on the floor across from you. You lift up a corner of the blanket and frown. "What?" she asks, "What's wrong?" "She's not on a sheet!" You look around and see it scrunched up below Olivia's feet. Mia looks up to the ceiling and groans. "Ugh! F-M-L." You lean back and rest your weight on your palms, feeling defeated. "Maybe she'll flip to her back on her own," you say. Mia looks doubtful. She continues to pace as she chews on her nails. Some time passes and Mia stops to ask, "Any ideas?" You sigh as you slowly shake your head. After frowning, she continues pacing again. [[Continue->SDDormSleep6]]

"I have an idea," Mia says. "Maybe if we tickle her, she'll turn over to scratch it." "Won't that wake her up," you ask. She frowns, "Well, what if we tickle her so lightly that she doesn't?" "I think it might work, but it's also really risky. You sure you want to do it?" "We gotta do something, she could wake up at any time." You nod. That seems sensible. "OK," you ask, "How are we going to do it?" <<linkreplace "Tickle her foot" t8n>>You lift the corner of the blanket and start blowing on Olivia's foot. It doesn't seem to be having much of an effect. You take your nail and drag it from the heel to the toes. Her toes begin to twitch and she rolls to her side and lifts her knee up to her chest to scratch it. But when she puts her leg down so she's laying on her stomach again. That didn't work.<</linkreplace>> [[Tickle her armpit->SDDdormSleep7]] <<linkreplace "Tickle her inner thigh." t8n>>You slowly lift the bottom of the blanket and fold it in half, revealing the end of her nightgown. It's covering her panties. <<linkreplace "Lift the bottom of the nightgown up" t8n>>You grab the bottom of the nightgown and Mia whispers, "No!" Ignoring her, you pull them back up to expose her panties. They're white but not too revealing. Although, you can clearly make out a crevice between her two labia. You smile at Mia but she does not seem amused. "Just tickle her!"<</linkreplace>> "You do it," you say. At that suggestion, Mia's concern seems to wash away. She sits between Olivia's sprawled legs and reaches in. You place your hands on her shoulder to guide her. "Careful." Mia takes the bold approach of going as deep as possible. She tickles where the inner thigh meets the crotch. Over her shoulder you see her smile and feel a sense of pride. You pull her shoulders back as Olivia snaps her legs closed then lifts her hips to scratch her inner thigh from under her stomach. She falls back asleep with her arm to her side. "That was close," you say. "Yeah, but, I grazed it," Mia smiles. "It was so soft."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Tickle her anus" t8n>>Mia looks at you and scoffs, "How would we... Of course you'd say that! That's the worst plan I've ever heard. Think of something else."<</linkreplace>>

You pull the blanket below Olivia's shoulder blades. "How are we going to do this," you ask. Olivia's left arm is above her head. Mia looks through the arm hole and inspects the hairless armpit. "I feel like if I use my fingers, she'll wake up. I'll just blow on it." When she begins to blow, you pull her face back. "Make sure you're away from her elbow, she may bring it down fast." She nods, "Thanks," and continues blowing from a distance. After a few blows, Mia giggles. "She's got a little BO. She refused to shower with me." Mia moves close to the armpit and gives it a long sniff while lifting her chin. "Mmmm," she says, "I would *so* lick that." You elbow her side and remind her to focus. After 3 more blows, Olivia groans and rolls away from you. You see her breasts jiggle as she lands on her back and one of them spills out of the nightgown. The other one is fully covered. She smacks her lips and itches her armpit a few times then appears to fall asleep with her hands behind her head. You and Mia cheer. "That was awesome!" she says. "That was an amazing idea!" After you celebrate, you carefully button up Olivia's nightgown so she'll never know what happened. "What time is it?" Mia checks her clock, "3am." "Crap, I'm going to feel so bad tomorrow." "Yeah, me, too." There's an awkward silence as Mia stares back at Olivia. "Hey, now that she's buttoned could I... lick her armpit?" [[Don't push your luck. Besides, you both need to go to sleep.->SDDormSleepNoArmpit]] <<if $fp_armpit>>\ [[OK, but be quick about it.->SDDormSleep8]]<</if>>

Mia lays down by Olivia's right armpit and inhales deeply. "Oh, it's so rude," she says as she bites her lower lip. "Rude?" you ask. "Yeah like, girls aren't supposed to smell like that." After another deep inhale, she says, "I love it," and you notice her squeeze her palm between her inner thighs. Without wrapping her arms around her, you move behind her into a spooning position. "What are you going to do," you ask, a mere foot from her ear. "I'm going to put that scent on my tongue so I can taste it. I want to smell it from inside my mouth." She rubs herself faster as she says this. "Aren't you afraid she'll wake up?" "No," she says bluntly. You interpret her words to mean, "I don't care." She hooks two fingers behind the nightgown armpit and pulls it down, then she leans in and rests her puckered lips against the pit. That seems to keep her completely content for a while. As if having her lips on the armpit is all she really wanted to do. But, after a while, she finally moves by brushing her lips up and down against the pit to transfer the scent onto them. Her nostrils flare after she pulls her head back then she says, "This is amazing, can you smell it?" You lean in and sniff her lips. Coughing slightly, you say, "Yeah, I can smell it alright. You like that?" She sticks out her tongue, taps it on her upper lip, then swallows. With a slow nod, she says, "Mmm-hmm." She squeezes her thighs and adds, "So much. I'm going to lick it. Do you think I'll feel stubble?" You lean in and squint, "It doesn't look like it." She smiles and says, "If I were principal I'd make the dress code require armpit stubble. Then... then... I could feel it on my tongue." You chuckle. It's way past Mia's bedtime. She presses the top of her fully extended tongue against Olivia's armpit and lifts her chin. As the tongue slowly drags, a lewd smile creeps up on Mia's face. She makes eye contact with you the whole time. Is that an expression of pride on her face? This might be her way of showing off. Before she finishes her lick, Olivia lifts her torso up by her elbows and yell, "Mia?!" You both scramble away from her. Mia has her curled fingers under her lips and looks terrified. "I'm in so much trouble!" she says. "Mia!?" Olivia yells again, "Are you awake? Can I have a glass of water?" Mia looks toward the ceiling and says, "Thank god!" She brings a glass to Olivia, taps her on the shoulder to let her know she's there, and lifts it to her lips. After a few gulps, Olivia pushes Mia's hand away. "Thank you," she says, and rolls onto her side to fall back asleep. This is too much stress for you right before bed. You tell Mia you're going to go back to your room. [[Continue->SDDormSleep9]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She licked Olivia's armpit as she slept.">>

Mia jumps in her bed and gets comfortable. Before you leave, she looks up and says, "Thanks for helping me," she pauses for a large yawn. When she finishes she completes her sentence, "with all those problems you caused." You chuckle in your head. She scoots over to the edge of her bed and pats on the other side. "Do you wanna sleep here with me? There's plenty of room." "Aww," you say. "That's very thoughtful, but I should really..." she's already asleep. You walk over and tuck her in and do the same with Olivia on your way out. [[Go back to the dormitory hallway.->SDDormRevisit]]

"No, we really shouldn't," you tell her. You pat her butt to get her to jump into her bed. [[Continue->SDDormSleep9]]

<<set $finished_sd_dorm_twins to true>>You devise a plan: You'll kidnap Hannah and take her out of her room to Anna. From there the twins will be able to explore each other<<if $has_mothers>> without their mother nagging you to stop. <</if>>Anna's owner is Casey, and she won't put up much resistance<<if $has_mothers>> compared to the mom<</if>>. [[Kidnapping? Maybe this is going too far. You decide to do something else.->SDDormRevisit]] [[Continue->SDDormTwins2]]

You carefully unlock the room. Hannah is sleeping on a layer of blankets and pillows on the floor because the bed is taken by her <<if $has_mothers>>mother<<else>>owner<</if>>. You carefully tiptoe over to Hannah and kneel by her head. She looks so peaceful as she sleeps on her stomach and breathes heavily, but that's about to abruptly change. Before you pounce, you peek over at the bed to make sure her <<if $has_mothers>>mother<<else>>owner<</if>> is still in deep slumber. She is. You simultaneously slip one hand under Hannah's mouth and the other at the back of her head. She doesn't wake up at first. But then you clasp tightly to prevent her from making a noise. Her whole body tenses and she murmurs into your palm. You tighten your grip as she tries to ply your fingers away. Her murmurs have become whimpers now. You feel her head shake side to side as you lift her off the floor. Now you're standing behind her with one hand over her mouth and the other hand over the back of her head. You pull her so her back is against your chest. Then, with one swift motion, you remove the hand that was on the back of her head and use it to put her in a headlock. Unfortunately, a little yelp escaped her mouth as you did this. You squeeze over her mouth harder and she puts her trembling hands into the air, submissively. You can hear and feel your heartbeat. A sense of panic overwhelms you. Did her <<if $has_mothers>>mother<<else>>owner<</if>> wake up? The sound of heavy breathing can be heard from the bed. That means they're still asleep. Thank god. Time to leave. As you back up toward the door, Hannah tries to resist by going limp, but when you squeeze your arm around her neck, she realizes that's not a good idea. Wait. How are you going to get out of the room? You hadn't planned for that. Both of your hands are occupied. Hannah's going to have to be the one to open the door. But how are you going to have her do that? She can't hear or see anything. The only thing you can think of is to bump her into the door handle repeatedly. After a few tries she realizes you're asking her to open it for you. When she accomplishes the task, she whines profusely while you push her into the hall. On your way out, you use your foot as stop so the door doesn't slam when it closes. [[Continue->SDDormTwins3]]\ <<chardetail "Hannah" "When she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear, you kidnapped her and took her to Anna">>

You release your hold on Hannah and she gasps and starts panting. As she catches her breath, you think about what just happened. That was exhilarating, but you realize your body was overreacting a bit in there. If her <<if $has_mothers>>mother<<else>>owner<</if>> woke up, you could have still taken her. You're the principal, after all. But trying to be stealthy made the whole thing that much more fun. Hannah whines, "What are you going to do to me? Who are you?" You rub her shoulder to try and let her know you're not going to hurt her, but the message isn't received. "I'm scared." You hold her head to your chest and rub the back of her hood. That's the best you can think of to reassure her. Then, you grab her leash and drag her toward Anna's room. "Where are we going," she asks repeatedly along the way. This gets a little annoying. Doesn't she realize she can't hear any answer you give? When you get to Anna's room you can see both students are asleep. But, Casey wakes up to the sound of you unlocking the door. "What's happening," she asks. "Who is that?" "It's me," you reply. "Principal $name?" She squints to focus then points at the hooded girl you're dragging in. "Who is that?" You pull down on Hannah's leash and make her sit on the floor. "It's Hannah." Casey goes pale. Are your plans that transparent? "Where's her owner," she asks. It's amusing to you that it took less than a day for the students to refer to each other as owners and pets. "Hopefully sound asleep," you say. Hannah whines, "When can I go back?" Casey frowns and asks, "Why did you bring her here?" "You know, you students are too inquisitive. As an educator I feel bad for saying that." "As an educator, do you feel bad for kidnapping a student?" You glare at her. "What did I just say?" [[Casey has a point. You should bring Hannah back to her room. Maybe you'll check on somebody else.->SDDormRevisit]] [[The fun's just getting started.->SDDormTwins4]]\ <<chardetail "Casey" "She had Anna as a pet when she was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">><<chardetail "Anna" "She had Casey as an owner when Anna was wearing sensory deprivation headgear.">>

You grab the bottom of Hannah's top and pull it over her head so hard her arms lift up and it comes right off. Her bare breasts flop down and she crosses her arms and leans forward to cover them. "No!" she yells. Casey gasps. You sit diagonally behind Hannah and rub her back while saying, "Shhh, it's ok." Looking up at Casey you say, "Do me a favor, dear, and wake up her sister?" The question is rhetorical. Casey hops down from her bed and lifts Anna to a sitting position. Anna looks around and asks, "Is it time for class?" You sit behind Hannah with your legs sprawled out on either side of her. Slipping your arms under her stomach you pull up so she sits up straight. She reacts by lifting her knees to cover her chest. "Walk her sister over here," you say. Casey lifts Anna and walks her over. You pull Hannah's jaw open and she whines, but does not resist. "Stick her finger in." Casey lifts Anna's arm, extends a her finger, and places it in Hannah's mouth. The twins both let out a frightened "ah!", on contact. "What is that," Anna asks. "It's wet." You close Hannah's jaw and she begins sucking on her sister's finger. "Aww, look at that. Hannah knows just what to do. Isn't that sexy?" Casey informs you, "I don't think they'd like this if they could see." "I know," you say, "That's what makes it so fun, don't you think?" Anna asks the same questions Hannah was asking earlier: What's happening, who's there, etc. You give no answers, and she wouldn't be able to hear them anyway. She adapts to the feeling of her finger being sucked and seems a little bored unlike her sister who's whining the whole time she sucks. "Move her finger back and forth a bit." Casey does as you command. After a few motions, Hannah gags on the finger. You pull her head back and tell Casey, "Careful now. Remember, we're trying to instill trust." You wink and Casey looks a little disturbed. [[Continue->SDDormTwins5]]

You reach out and tug on Anna's pajama bottoms. "Do me a favor and take those off." Casey sighs, but knows she has to. She bends down and tugs Anna's pajama bottoms toward the floor. Anna's body stiffens into a fight or flight response. "What are you doing," Anna whispers. Her fingers slip out of Hannah's mouth as she bends down to grab her bottoms. Hannah sucks like a fish once before looking around. She looks confused about why the finger was removed from her mouth. You entrust Casey to her task while you turn your attention on getting Hannah's tongue out of her mouth. Since you can't tell Hannah what you want, you decide the easiest way is to pry her mouth open and grab her tongue on your own. It's slippery so it takes a few tries to get. The task is made more difficult by the fact that Hannah keeps trying to suck on your finger. Once her tongue is sticking out you look back at Casey you see she's completed her task, and then some. You smile. "I didn't say to take off her panties." Casey immediately blushes. She bends down to pull them back up, but you stop her. "It's fine, we'll go with your idea." "It's not my id..." "I think you should put those panties around Anna's head." Casey does as you ask. Anna clumsily lifts her legs while she uses Casey's shoulder for support. When Casey places the panties over her head, Anna puts her hands to her face to feel the material and its shape. You hear her sniff and ask, "Are these my panties?" "You can tell her yes," you say. Casey lifts her hand up and down to signify "yes". "Why?" Anna asks, but by now she's used to her questions being unanswered. "OK, Casey, it's time to teach your pet a new trick." You slap your thighs, whistle, and wave for Anna to come over. "Come 'ere girl. Come 'ere!" Obviously Anna can't hear this. Casey rolls her eyes, wraps one of Anna's arms behind her neck, and takes a step forward. "That's it!" you praise. "Who want's a tongue? That's right, find the tongue!" [[Continue->SDDormTwin6]]

Casey takes another step forward and Anna's crotch bumps into Hannah's forehead. This startles Anna, and she sticks her hands out below her and feels a hooded head. She tilts her head and asks, "Why... who is this?" Casey gets behind Anna and pushes her shoulders down while you lift Hannah's chin up. The tongue slides up and between Anna's labia and they both yelp and pull back. "Oh, what a good girl!" you encourage. "You found the tongue!" Hannah pulls her tongue back in her mouth and makes a weird face. "What was that?" You beckon Anna back while you fish for Hannah's tongue again. Anna holds her trembling arms out in front of her to dampen the surprise. When she finds the hooded head, she holds it around the ears and guides the tongue to her crotch. This amount of willingness surprises you. But then you think, maybe that's the most pragmatic way for her to handle the situation. Anna knows a tongue is coming either way. It's better for her if it's on her terms. Casey, on the other hand, hasn't put as much thought into it as you. She looks down at the scene with her eyes wide then looks up at you with her mouth agape. "Wow..." You nod back at her. After giving Hannah's head some guidance, she starts licking up and down on her own. You move to Hannah's side. Patting on the floor, you tell Casey to sit beside you. "Look at that," you say while pointing your finger, "I love watching the labia bulge out when the tongue slides up it." You pause, "I had Hannah avoid her clit for now. It's probably too sensitive, don't you think?" Anna has her mouth open and you hear her make a soft ah noise. "Uh oh," you say, "looks like she found it on her own." You adjust Hannah's head so she licks lower and she whines during this slight reprieve. "Too early to lick that, dear." You watch for a few more licks and ask, "What should we do next? Would you like to put her tongue inside?" Casey doesn't answer, but she doesn't look disgusted by the suggestion, either. "Go on," you encourage. She hesitates before asking, "What do I do?" "You can borrow my pet. But you have to teach her a new trick: To stick out her tongue." Casey inhales deeply before sitting behind Hannah. She pulls her head back and reaches into her mouth to teach her the new trick. You bend over behind Anna then lower her hips onto the stiff tongue. It takes a few attempts before Casey looks up at you and says, "It's in." You're about to teach Anna to bounce on it, but she starts doing it on her own. "Very good girl!" you praise. Again, Casey watches Anna's willingness in awe. Hannah isn't as obedient. Casey has to pull and push her head back and forth a few times before she does it on her own. You sit down beside Casey and ask, "Don't you wish you had a loving sister to bond with like that?" She blushes a bit, purses her lips, and looks away from you. [[Continue->SDDormTwin7]]

Hannah puts her arms on Anna's thighs for support. For the first time, she's uncovered her chest. You praise her like a dog and suggest that Casey should give her a treat: Reach from behind and start massaging her breasts. When Casey starts, Hannah is a little startled and puts her hands on top of hers to pull them off. But when Casey persists, Hannah relaxes a bit and rests her hands on top of Casey's. After a minute of massage, Hannah puts her hands back on her sister's thighs. Casey's technique is to massage the underside of each breast with a hand while simultaneously pinching a nipple between her index and thumb. "Aww, somebody likes that," you say. "They look like they're getting hard. You're doing a great job, Casey." You circle the tip of your index finger around a nipple to feel for yourself. Your skilled touch gets it even harder so you teach Casey your technique. "I bet you Anna's clit is ready, but I'm not so sure about Hannah's. Could you check for me?" Casey looks at you in disbelief but she can see you're serious. She removes one hand off a breast and it travels to the elastic of Hannah's pants. When Casey slides her fingers under the elastic, Hannah starts to whine loudly and Casey stops. "Go on," you say. "Her bark is worse than her bite." Casey's hand disappears behind the material and a second later Hannah groans and springs up with her hips. This causes her face to push into Anna who moans loudly and takes a step back, ruining the show. While continuing to massage a breast, Casey tells you, "Hmm, feels a little dry." "OK, you keep playing with Hannah until that changes. I'll put them back into place." Casey pulls out a wet finger and uses that hand to get Hannah to stick her tongue out, then places it back under the pants. You put Anna back onto her sister's tongue and wait. "How's she now," you ask. You see Casey adjust her hand under the pants and Hannah bucks a bit. She says, "I think she's getting wet... one sec." Casey sticks her tongue out of the side of her mouth and looks down toward her hand. Hannah bucks harder, moans, then bucks lightly. The bucking turns to gyrations. Casey bites her tongue and adjusts something that makes Hannah whimper then says, "Kay, she's ready." You consider complimenting Casey on whatever technique she just used, but decide not to. It could embarrass her and this is the type of behavior you'd like to encourage. You say, "OK, who do you want on top?" "On top?" "On top of the 69. That's what we're doing next." She stutters, "I... I really have no preference." "OK, then I'll pick. We'll put Hannah on top. She's a little timid so we can rub her back to calm her." You break the twins up and wipe Hannah's mouth. Casey pulls down Hannah's bottom while you take off Anna's top and the panties that are on her head. The twins question and complain the whole time. "I think we're ready," you say with excitement. [[Continue->SDDormTwin8]]\ <<chardetail "Anna" "While wearing sensory deprivation headgear, she was in the bottom position of a 69 with her twin sister, but she did not know it was with her twin.">><<chardetail "Hannah" "While wearing sensory deprivation headgear, she was in the top position of a 69 with her twin sister, but she did not know it was with her twin.">>

When you lay Anna on her back and place Hannah on top of her, Anna wraps her arms around Hanna's lower back. As soon as you place a pillow under Anna's head she starts suckling at her sister's clit. The difference between their obedience is night and day. As you put Hannah into position, her legs brush against Anna's head and it's at this point that Hannah realizes the girl she's on top of is hooded. She lifts her head and gasps at a terrifying thought. "Is this my sister?" she yells. She starts hyperventilating. "Shoot!" you say with a frown. "I didn't want her to find out... yet. Casey, can you help calm her?" You rub Hannah's back while Casey puts her fingertip to Hannah's lips and shushes but nothing seems to console her. Hannah reaches back and pushes Anna's forehead back. "What's wrong?" Anna asks. She can probably sense there's a problem from Hannah's breathing pattern. Casey grabs one of Hannah's hands and shakes it to signify, 'no, it isn't your sister'. Hannah yells, "I don't believe you! I want to go back to my room." She does a push-up to lift herself off Anna but you pull an arm back and push down on her back to keep her in place. Casey continues to shush her, to no avail. In a panic, Casey pushes Hannah's head onto her sister's crotch. She begins whining and refuses to suck, but her mouth is too full to say anything. Anna interprets the pressure from her sister as a signal to continue so she lifts her head and sucks on Hannah's clit. "There, there," you say, rubbing Hannah's back. "Everything's going to be fine." You look up at Casey and say, "Thanks for the help. That was pretty tense." Casey frowns and says, "Hannah seems pretty upset, still." "That's OK," you say, "just hold her head down for a while. I'll see if I can calm her more." You move to sit between her legs and see a lovely sight: Anna's lips are wrapped around her sister's clit and you hear sucking sounds. Thankfully, the thought hasn't occurred to her that she may be sucking on Hannah. You spread Hannah's knees and push them forward, causing her vulva to open and expose her vagina. Despite Hannah's resistance, she looks ready. From the corner of your eye you notice how Casey fidgets as you begin to lick your finger. [[Continue->SDDormTwin9]]\ <<chardetail "Hannah" "She figures out that she's 69ing her twin sister, but Anna is oblivious.">>

You swirl your finger around Hannah's vagina hole and she tightens all her muscles and whimpers. It causes her clit to pop out of Anna's mouth and she sticks out her tongue in search for it. You press gently on Hannah's bottom to lower her back to her sister's mouth. Once the clit touches Anna's tongue, she greedily inhales it back into her mouth. You can see that she's licking it side to side by the way the tongue occasionally pushes against her cheek. You circle Hannah's hole again, but this time you hold down on her bottom so she doesn't lift up. It seems wet enough to you, so your slide your finger in and curl it down to caress her spongy G-spot. Its warm folds envelop your finger. You stroke the spot about 20 times before your next move. <<linkreplace "She has another hole you're neglecting." t8n>>You use two fingers to part her buttocks and lick up across her anus. Her muscles tighten and you hear a whimper from her direction. After 3 seconds of waiting, she relaxes again so you lick again. The reaction isn't as dramatic this time. She's probably ready for you to explore further. You extend your tongue out to a point and touch the tip of it to her anus. Your tongue lands on a cluster of wrinkles, all running in the same direction. That tells you you're not on the center of it. Using your sense of touch alone, you slide your tongue parallel to the grooves until you it suddenly falls deeper. Now the wrinkles surround your tongue and seem to flare out in every direction. Your tongue has found the center. There's a lot of resistance as you push your tongue in. Once the tip enters, a little contraction tries to push you out but you wait for it to subside. All those wrinkles feel like they're squeezing against your tongue, giving it a lewd massage, then suddenly stop. Then, you feel the pressure diminish on your tongue. Pushing your head forward, you penetrate deeper. You make sure to continue massaging her G-spot while you do this and Anna hasn't stopped sucking her clit. If you're not mistaken, she seems to have calmed down a bit. You pull your head back and wipe your face off.<</linkreplace>> "How's she doing," you ask Casey. "Better," she replies, sounding a little surprised. "Maybe see what happens when you let go now," you suggest. Then you slide a second finger in and pump back and forth. It starts to make lewd suction noises and you feel more wetness building up inside. When you build up a little speed, you see Hannah lift her head. "How's she liking it?" "It's... it's hard to tell. I'm not sure if it's pain or..." "Kiss her," you command. Casey hesitates. "Just a gentle one." Casey kisses Hannah's lower lip and you hear a moan. "She likes it," Casey reports. "Is... her sister... is she... sucking?" You look down then back at Casey, "Very much so." She blushes and says, "This is so wrong." Hannah moans again. "Kiss her again," you command. Casey grabs the side of Hannah's head and sucks passionately on her bottom lip. You feel her vagina contract around your fingers and grin. "Good girl," you whisper to yourself. Some vaginal juice has trickled out of the vagina and is making its way to Anna's mouth. "Try pushing her head down again, but be nice about it." You look down and see the trail of vaginal juice has almost reached Anna's lips. "Casey," you call. "I want you to see this." She looks up and smiles. "She's licking." "Really?" you ask. "That's great! Show her how much of a good girl she is." Casey lifts her head and gives her another passionate kiss. You feel her vagina pulse around your fingers two times. The folds seem really engorged now. "OK, come over now, I want you to see this." Casey pushes Hannah's head back down. Her little smile tells you Hannah started licking on her own. Casey comes to sit by your side and asks, "What did you want to show me?" [[Continue->SDDormTwin10]]

"Look at that," you point. It's a milky trail of vaginal juice that's almost made its way to Anna's lip. "I guess... I guess Hannah got over her fear." You nod then ask, "Would you like to feed it to your pet?" Casey thinks about it, looks at the floor, and blushes. Your face feels flush. Like a bunch of blood just rushed into your cheeks. "It's OK," you whisper. "If anyone asks, you can tell them I made you do it." Without saying anything, she extends a finger and drags it up toward the vagina to transfer the juice onto it. She moves it close to her face and crosses her eyes to inspect it. You grab the back of Anna's head and remove the pillow then lower her head to the ground. Hannah gives a little whine that the sucking has stopped, but she continues sucking on Anna. You open her jaw and say, "Time for a treat," then look at Casey. Casey sticks her finger in Anna's mouth and she sucks on it. She makes a grimace at the unusual taste but swallows anyway, then she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue for more. [img[images/twins_dorm_resized.png]] Casey bites her lower lip and you both smile. Under her breath Casey says, "This is so wrong." You lift Anna's head and place the pillow back then start pumping harder. Anna goes back to sucking and Hannah moans. "Would you like to do it again," you ask. Casey pauses for a very long time without saying anything. During that time, she fixates on your pumping, she watches Anna sucking, then she glances at you. Finally, she bashfully nods. You grin then say, "You mean, you want to feed Anna more of her sister's juices?" Casey gets redder and nods again. "Say it." She fiddles with her pajama buttons and says, "Yes," without making eye contact. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want to feed Anna her sister's juices." You pause your pumping and wrap your other arm around Casey's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." You point, "Look, there's some there." Another trail has begun leaking out. Like before, Casey collects it on her finger and you remove the pillow and open Anna's mouth. "Since you were so honest with me," you say, "I'll give you a reward." You pull your two fingers out and coat Casey's with them. "Don't give it to her all at once this time, that way you can savor it." [[Continue->SDDormTwin11]]

"Have her just kiss the tip of your finger at first." You hold her wrist and dab her finger on Anna's tongue and she licks the juice off. "Good, now you can go deeper." As you guide Casey's hand deeper, Anna's lips wrap around Casey's knuckle and she sucks on it sensually. When Anna opens her mouth again, you see her tongue darting about, licking all around the finger. Once all the juice is off that part you stick her finger in by another knuckle. Casey starts to groan. You look at her and see she's frowning and her eyes are closed. You're about to ask what's wrong when you look down and notice she is masturbating with her other arm. You stick the last knuckle in Anna's mouth and hear Casey rubbing harder. The tongue darts between the webbing of her fingers. You slowly pop the finger out of Anna's mouth and transfer some more of the juices on your fingers to hers. "Let's do that again, shall we?" Casey does not open her eyes to nod. She begins to moan as you slowly guide her hand into the mouth. When you reach the base, she shivers. You pull her hand out and say, "All gone." She opens her eyes slowly and with a sensual voice asks, "What now?" You place the pillow under Anna's head and say, "Let's enjoy the show." [[Continue->SDDormTwin12]]\ <<chardetail "Casey" "She enjoyed feeding Anna her twin sister's vaginal juices.">><<chardetail "Anna" "She enjoyed consuming her twin sister's vaginal juices, but she did not know they were her sister's.">>

You stick two fingers back in Hannah and thrust while her sister sucks her clit. The lewd slurping sounds are the loudest noise in the room. As you slowly pick up speed to a pace that was even faster than before, Hannah lifts her head and moans. "Casey, she might appreciate a kiss now," you say. She hops up and bolts to the other side of the 69. With one hand between her legs, she uses her other hand to lift Hannah's chin. Casey extends her tongue and sticks it deep into Hannah's mouth, cutting off one of Hannah's loud moans. You feel the vagina clench hard on your fingers. Hannah's body tenses and her legs squeeze on her sister's head. You pump as fast as you can and hear Hannah scream in pleasure through Casey's mouth. Her whole body trembles in waves. "Good girl!," you smile. Hannah's body goes limp and shivers. She breaks the kiss by lowering her face to her sister's crotch and reaches behind her to tell you to stop. You gently pull out and remove Anna's pillow. Anna can tell what just happened and she's smiling a little, feeling a sense of accomplishment. You give her a little jaw massage to reward her. "Ah, that feels good," she says. Then she lifts her legs and wraps them around Hannah's head to signal that she wants more licking. Hannah mutters inaudibly into her sister's crotch then begins using her tongue. You see Anna lick her teeth and smile. "Aww, good girl," you say. "You like your sister's mouth, don't you?" You look up at Casey. "Ready for round two?" She swallows then nods enthusiastically. That's when you realize she hasn't stopped masturbating this whole time. You move to the sisters' side and roll them so Anna's on top. This gives Casey a better view of Anna's crotch. Without saying anything, you toss the pillow to Casey and she knows to put it under Hannah's head. You go to Casey's side and see her spreading Anna's lips with a hand so she can look into her vagina. "Why not stick your finger in," you ask. "I kinda like this view," she says, "so I just want to look." You smile and pat her on the head. The spread vulva seeps juices out of its slit as you and Casey gawk. You have to agree with Casey: Anna's red, swollen labia looks very pretty right now. "How about I hold it for you and you can just relax?" She nods and you take her place. Casey bites the side of her bottom lip as she stares longingly into the vagina. You point and say, "Look at that. Anna licks side to side, but Hannah licks up and down." Casey's not as intrigued about that as you. Instead, she sticks out a hand and pets one of Anna's lips. "Warm," she says to herself. Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you stick a finger inside Anna and start petting her G-spot. You can tell by how wet it is that Anna is moments away from having an orgasm. Casey places her hands on your forearm and says, "I want to do it." "Sure!" You remove your hands. "Feel at the bottom. That spongy surface? You wanna push against that." She feels around and smiles, indicating she's found it. Anna lifts her head up to moan before going back to sucking her sister's clit. "Look at the toes," you tell Casey. They're curling. Anna squeezes her arms around Hannah tight. She moans loudly with her sister's clit in her mouth and clenches her ass slowly. Casey looks down at her fingers and says, "She's squeezing." Anna relaxes her buttocks. She shivers once then clenches again. "Good girl." You smile and pat Casey on the head. Anna's orgasm seems less intense, perhaps because of Casey's inexperienced technique or perhaps because there's less taboo for her, but it's clear that she still enjoys it. Anna lets out a nice sigh. You roll Anna off Hannah so they can both relax on their back. Hannah is frowning with her arms across her chest while Anna is all smiles. She says, "Thank you," and sighs again. "What now," Casey asks again. [[Continue->SDDormTwin13]]

"Now I take Hannah back to her owner," you say. Casey frowns and removes her arm from between her legs. You can tell she's a little disappointed this has ended prematurely for her. "Here," you look around and grab Hannah's panties, then swipe them up Hannah's crotch to absorb as much moisture as you can. You hand the panties to Casey and she holds them with a pinch. "She won't be needing these," you say. "When I take Hannah you can still have fun." She blushes and asks, "I can have Anna lick these?" You smile and say, "She's your pet. You can do whatever you want." You pull Hannah to her feet by yanking on her leash and when stands she bows her head and fidgets with her fingers. To try and cheer her up, you rub her shoulder, but it has no effect. Oh well, you tried. Time to bring her back to her room. You smile at Casey and say, "ta-ta!" After exiting the room, Hannah is dragged naked through the halls by you. This time, she doesn't make a peep the whole walk. You quietly place her back in her room and cover her with blankets. When her <<if $has_mothers>>mother<<else>>owner<</if>> wakes up later, she's sure to notice that Hannah's clothes are missing. It's unfortunate you won't be there to see how that plays out. [[Go back to the dormitory hallway.->SDDormRevisit]]

<<set $finished_sd_dorm to true>>The next day, things are relatively uneventful. You pass the time waiting for the engineering class to start. Today will be the day that the girls take their hoods off. [[Go to Ms. Tink's engineering class->SDEnd2]]

Ms. Tink smiles and says, "This is definitely the longest I've seen any students wear these hoods." She walks around and inspects a few. "Some look a little soiled, but other than that, they seem to be holding up fine." She holds up a key, "Who would like to go first?" She unlocks a hood and pulls it off. The student squints from the bright classroom lights and gasps. "I'm unlocked?! Thank god." Her owner rubs her back as they talk about their experience. "Who's next?" <<if $olivia_likes_mia>>Mia raises her hand. "Can I do it," she asks. Ms. Tink obliges and Mia stands Olivia up. Mia scribbles a little note on a piece of paper and places it into Olivia's hand. It's clear how confused this makes her. Mia unlocks the hood but stands in front of Olivia while taking it off. She lifts off the ears first and says, "Close your eyes, it's going to hurt." Then pulls off the rest. When the hood is removed, Olivia smiles with her eyes closed. She opens them slowly and her eyes focus on Mia. Olivia gives her a big hug and Mia whispers something into her ear. They break their embrace and Olivia unfolds the little note in her hand and read is. "Aww!" Olivia says as she gives Mia another hug.<<else>>When Ms. Tink unlocks Olivia, Mia stands up and takes a few steps back. When Olivia's eyes adjust to the light, she looks for Mia and glares at her. She mouths something you can't make out and then sits by one of her friends. Mia appears a little shaken up by whatever she said.<</if>><<if $amy_trusts_luna>>Ms. Tink unlocks Amy and Luna stands to lift the hood. When her eyes adjust, Amy rushes to Luna and gives her a big hug around her waist. They look longingly into each other's eyes as Luna strokes her hair. Amy seems to ignore everyone else around her. She asks, "Can you bounce me again?" Luna looks around the room and blushes, then whispers, "Later." With a grin, she holds on to Luna's pinky and swings her hand side to side.<</if>><<if $finished_sd_dorm_twins>>Hannah and Anna are sitting next to each other so Ms. Tink unlocks one after the other. When Hannah's eyes focus on her surroundings, she doesn't appear to celebrate like when the other students are unlocked. On the other hand, Anna is ecstatic and doesn't notice her sister's mood at first. She fidgets her legs as she looks around then leans in to Hannah and whispers, "Did you have fun?" Hannah frowns and her shoulders slump. "What? What's wrong?" Hannah does her best to muster a smile then says, "Nothing. Did you?" "Yeah! It was great." Anna looks at Casey and says, "Did you... have fun?" After nodding, Casey immediately breaks eye contact, blushes, and looks at the floor. "I've got some questions about last night," Anna says with a smile. "Can we talk later?" "Later?" Casey asks. Her jaw tightens then she shakily says, "OK." Anna looks around, confused by everyone's reactions.\ <</if>><<if $sd_mom_soup_orgasm>>When Sarah's mom's hood is taken off, she blushes. "Can you ever forgive me for what happened in the cafeteria?" Sarah looks a little uncomfortable but reassures her it's not her fault. She adds, "Let's not talk about this again." Her mom enthusiastically agrees.<</if>><<if $finished_sd_dorm_mom>>When Sarah's mom's hood is taken off, she blushes. "Can you ever forgive me for what happened in the cafeteria?" Sarah smiles and reassures her it's not her fault. You walk over to mom and ask, "Did you sleep alright?" Mom sits up straight and her nostrils flare. "I slept alright. Why do you ask?" "Because," Sarah interrupts, "you know... the... the... floor can be so uncomfortable."<</if>> <<if $finished_sd_dorm_romantic>>You walk over to Olivia. Mia's asking if she can try the hood on. You interrupt and ask if you can see the note. She looks up at you frightened and holds it to her chest. When you stick out your hand she nervously places it in your palm. "Can I keep it," she pleads. You read it and smile. "That's very sweet," you say as you hand it back to her. It said, I wanted to be the first thing you saw.<</if>> [[Office]]

<<set $finished_sd_halls to true>><<set $olivia_likes_mia to true>>You walk through the halls on your way to a class when you see Mia and her pet, Olivia. Mia seems to have taken to this like a natural. She's in front, leading Olivia by her leash that is draped over her shoulder. Olivia taps on Mia's shoulder and says, "I'm thirsty. Can I get a drink?" Mia changes direction and heads to a short drinking fountain. But Olivia has no sense of that. She continues to say, "Hello? I'm thirsty. Can I please have a, oh," she interrupts herself when Mia pushes her head down toward the drinking fountain. "Is this water?" Mia pushes her face until it touches the metal and guides Olivia's head to face the spout. When Olivia bends over to drink, her skirt lifts and her panties are exposed to anyone who walks by. When Mia pushes the button, some of the water splashes Olivia's cheek and she flinches a bit before slurping it up. She swallows and says, "Thank you," through the stream of water. Mia checks out Olivia's behind while holding the button. "Nice panties, idiot." She sticks out a finger and gooses Olivia in the behind. Olivia jumps up while grabbing her bottom. "Don't touch me, asshole!" She changes her posture to a fighting stance. Mia backs up a safe distance and lets Olivia make a fool of herself. She can't really fight when she can't see or hear. It's then that Mia notices you there. "Oh, hello, Principal $name". "Hello, Mia. Are you and Olivia getting along?" "Not really, as you can see." Olivia puts her palms behind her and slowly backs up until she hits a wall. Then she scoots her butt down, lowers her head into her hand, and sprawls out on the floor. She starts to sob. "I hate this." Mia continues, "She's annoying. I wish I didn't pick her. I thought it would be fun to tease her a bit but she's still stronger than me. We keep doing this over and over again." "Well," you say, "I guess at least the feeling's mutual. Maybe if you were nice to her..." Olivia interrupts your conversation. "I'm sorry. Being like this is really scary." She sniffs, "I'm sorry I was so mean to you for so long. I just..." she exhales loudly, "I just didn't know how to talk to you, OK? It's like... if I was nice to you, I thought you would ignore me. And," she starts to cry harder, "I really didn't want you to ignore me." Mia blushes bright red and asks you, "What's she saying?" Your brow crinkles in as you smile at Mia, but don't answer. Mia looks as if she's about to cry, too. She walks to the lockers and slides her back down against one, plopping down next to Olivia. Mia grabs Olivia's hand and Olivia yanks it away, startled. "Give me your hand, stupid," Mia says, even though Olivia can't hear the words. On her second attempt, Mia interweaves her fingers with Olivia's. Olivia's expression softens and she whispers, "Oh..." She whimpers as she bends her neck to rest her head on top of Mia's. "I'm sorry," she says with a sniffle. She squeezes Mia's hand and places her other hand on top of it. Mia looks up at Olivia and they both start to smile. You decide to give the two their privacy. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "In the halls, she admitted she likes Mia.">>

<<if not $finished_sd_cafeteria>>\ [[You decide to visit the cafeteria->SDCafeteria]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_sd_halls>>\ [[You decide to wander the halls->SDHall]] <</if>>\ <<if $fp_pee>>\ <<if not $finished_sd_bathroom>>\ [[You visit the restrooms->SDBathroom]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_sd_dorm>>\ [[You visit the dorms at night->SDDormStart]] <</if>>\ [["Cancel the Sensory Deprivation experiment immediately."|Office][$finished_sd_dorm to true]]

<<set $finished_drinking_fountain to true>>\ You decide to wander the school hall and stop at the drinking fountain. Normal school 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. They're like this because you had the adult ones replaced last month. As a result, when the girls drink 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 when she notices you there. When she sees you she frowns momentarily and decides to walk by without getting a drink. Oh well. A crowd of 4 girls gathers at the lockers to your side. Their conversation is like white noise but one of the members of the group is Olivia. She has a reputation of being a bit of a bully. Like most bullies, she's a little taller and stronger than the rest of the girls. 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. Mia rushes to the drinking fountain without caring who's watching and 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 why this is happening. It seems she has ribbons tied around the crotch of her panties and these ribbons are pulled so tight her labia can't fit in. They have popped out and hug the fabric. When Ms. Monet tied the ribbons around the panties earlier, those panties must have belonged to Mia. You're not the only one who notices Mia's labia popping out. It seems to have drawn the attention of Olivia and she shushes the group of girls and quietly sneaks up behind an unsuspecting Mia. Olivia reaches a hand toward Mia's panties with her palm up and her index and middle finger extended. She makes contact with the panties near Mia's clit, then she swipes backwards toward the vaginal opening. As her fingertips trace the fabric up the crotch of the panties, the sides of Olivia's fingers brush against the puffy insides of the labia majora and push them outward. The very moment before Mia reacts, Olivia curls her fingers upward to push a bit of the fabric into Mia's vagina. [img[images/olivia_mia_drinking_fountain.png]] Mia whirls around to face her attacker. "Hey!" she screams. She almost apologizes after she sees who it is. Olivia stands there with her arms crossed and her chin held high and the group of girls behind her are all laughing. Mia lowers her chin, deepens her voice, and says, "Please don't touch me," as respectfully as she can. Olivia steps forward so close she's looking directly down at Mia. "Or what?" Mia swallows hard then looks at her shoes to break eye contact. "You still look thirsty. You should lap up more." This is a command, not a suggestion, so Mia turns and drinks more. Olivia hikes Mia's skirt up so it rests on her lower back, fully exposing Mia's labia to whoever walks by. You think you see Mia's legs tremble a bit. Olivia calls the other three over and they all squat down so the show is eye level. They all giggle before 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 index fingertip. "Keep drinking," Olivia yells back to Mia even though nobody would need to drink this long. One girl makes a comment about how all 4 of Mia's lips seem to be getting wet. "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 completely around the crotch and touch each other, giving the illusion of complete nudity at that spot. Olivia pats the two lips with her fingertips and says, "Now you look even better. OK, you can stop drinking." Mia turns around with her arms crossed and without making eye contact, asks, "May I go?" Olivia boops Mia on the nose with her fingertip, making a wet mark with the vaginal juices. Mia's head jerks back and she says, "Ew!" She frowns and wipes it off with her sleeve. "Did I say you could wipe that off," Olivia asks. "I'll let you go if you promise not to wipe it off this time." Mia's lips tremble. She doesn't really have a say in the matter so she obediently nods. Olivia drags her index from Mia's nose to her chin, making sure to peel back her bottom lip as she passes it. With a sneer, she says, "OK, you can go." With her head facing the floor and her arms crossed, Mia runs as fast as she can into the restroom. Olivia's group continues to chat as though nothing noteworthy just happened. You remind the group that class is about to start and walk back to your office. [[Office->Office]]<<chardetail "Olivia" "She bullied Mia in the hallway by swiping her fingers down her panties when Mia was getting a sip of water at the drinking fountain.">><<chardetail "Mia" "She was bullied by Olivia at the drinking fountain.">>

<<set $finished_foot_measure to true>>You enter Mrs. Eigen's class right before it starts and watch her as she sits at her desk, writing some notes. She's a skinny, middle aged woman with thick glasses. How much longer are you going to have to wait there before she notices you? Just when it starts getting awkward, she says, "Hello, Principal $name," without looking up. You say hello 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 with 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 looks at you and smiles then opens her drawer, pulls out a bunch of measuring equipment, and places it on her desk. "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." [[Continue->FootMeasure2]]<<nobr>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("CaseyKiraDate")>> <<chardetail "Mrs. Eigen" "She ran a laissez faire class where the students could choose which of their body parts to measure.">> <</nobr>>

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. When 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 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 while 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, turn your head, and see the source of the jabbing is Mrs. Eigen and she has 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 a few desks away, and turns 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." [[Although AB probably has a foot fetish, you have no personal interest in it. You leave to go to your office. You'll get a summary from Mrs. Eigen later.->Office]] [[You want to stick around to see how this plays out.->FootMeasure3]]<<nobr>> <<chardetail "Kira" "Kira measured Casey's feet in Mrs. Eigen's class">> <<chardetail "Casey" "Casey had her feet measured by Kira in Mrs. Eigen's class">> <</nobr>>

You tell Mrs. Eigen, "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. 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 yells as she clumsily kicks her leg to touch Kira with her sock. "I'd rather take your sock instead!" Kira yells as she spins from her position on the floor to put her back between Casey's legs. In that same motion she hooks her arm around Casey's outstretched leg and traps it against against her body. "What the.." Casey is 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. As Kira bucks from the tickling she says, "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. With her leg pinned under Kira's arm, she's not going 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. She looks up and notices all the other students staring at her and blushes. You elbow Mrs. Eigen. She runs to the front of the class and says, "Attention everyone. Remember to stay in your pairs and to focus on your own work." There's a slight pause before the other students turn around to focus on their pair. 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 pokes Kira's tummy gently with her foot and playfully says, "Jerk." Casey and Kira look at each other awkwardly and the only thing that can be heard is Casey's heavy breath. Eventually, 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. Then Kira slides her fingers into the back of the 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 retorts. Kira holds Casey's heel with both hands and slips her thumbs underneath the sock at the arch. "I'm gonna take it off now." Kira bites her tongue and lower lip as she focuses on her work. She applies pressure with massage-like force to Casey's arch and sees the toes spread then curl. Kira looks up and sees Casey biting her lower lip, too. They bashfully smile at each other before breaking eye contact. Kira loosens her grip to let gravity drop the foot an inch lower in her hands. Because Kira's thumbs are underneath the sock, this pulls the sock off her foot another inch. Kira continues the massage at the new location. Casey moans and a quick smirk flickers on Kira's face, but she doesn't look up to make eye contact this time. The sensation is so intense, 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 making the toes spread to her whim. This allows her to inspect the nails at different angles. Casey's feet must have a fresh coat of polish because it's so shiny and there are no visible chips. She decides to ask Casey if she does her own nails 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 before whispering, "No." She's staring deep into Kira's eyes. 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 her eyes. Fortunately for Casey, Kira understands she was just granted permission so she traces her nail across foot and watches Casey's expression with wonderment. She slowly closes her eyes as she takes her finger out of her mouth and tilts 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. Either Kira doesn't hear it or she doesn'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. Periodic moans escape her open mouth and because Casey keeps her eyes closed, Kira feels comfortable experimenting to see what else Casey might like. She moves her nose to the foot and quietly sniffs it while she continues to trace. You watch her take her time as she sniffs the toes, the arch, and then the heel. Since Kira doesn't have any reaction, you surmise it must not smell that bad. You notice that Casey's toes wiggle as the nail traces the arch. Kira waits for a moment and gives the big toe a quick smooch. It twitches on contact but Casey doesn't seem to notice. A little smile from Kira informs you it doesn't taste weird. She coordinates her timing and kisses the tip of the next one. Casey opens her eyes and sees Kira's mouth by her toes. With a breathy voice she says, "What are you doing?" But as soon as she asks, her head rolls back and she starts moaning again. The tracing feels 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 loving it." She blushes and says, "Honestly, it looks like it feels pretty good. Where did Kira learn that?" You shrug then frown at something that catches your eyes. A pair in the back is staring at Casey and Kira and one of them has a look of disgust on her face. You point and tell Mrs. Eigen, "Can you please tell those students to focus on their task?" Mrs. Eigen quickly nods and rushes to shield their view. Kira kisses the pinky then 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 has been kissing them. She teases, "Gross, you weirdo!" then starts wiggling her toes in a weak attempt to avoid the kisses. Rather than kiss the next toe, Kira stops and stares at the waving. 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. Then, she crooks her index finger and sticks it under the squirming toes. Every time Casey clenches, it feels like a little hand trying to hold on to her finger. "Wait.. umm.." Casey interrupts. She exhales sharply and breaks eye contact to say, "Don't think I'm weird, but I kinda..." with an upward inflection, "liked the kissing?" "Gross, you weirdo!" Kira says with a wink. She grabs Casey's heel and wraps her lips halfway around the big toe. This open mouth kiss is more passionate than the others have 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 covers her mouth with both hands and checks to make sure nobody heard it. She sees Kira looking back at her with an open mouthed smile. Casey scoffs then teases, "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 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." Casey seems to enjoy the tongue more than anything and it appears that Kira has realized this too. She releases the big toe from her mouth and slides her tongue between it and the index toe. Casey squeals and contracts her foot. You see the gentle pressure of the contraction squeeze her tongue and as she licks, the little appendages tap 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. You get a little closer and pretend to watch another pair. Kira leans in and whispers, "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 looks around the room to make sure no one was watching. But before she can reply, Kira picks up her foot and starts tracing again. She puckers her lips on the big toe and looks up at Casey with the biggest puppy dog eyes she can give. "Pllleease?" Casey looks around the room so you turn your back to them before she notices you. You count to five. When you peer over your shoulder to check up on them, you see Casey's hand has migrated back to her crotch. [[Continue->FootMeasure6]]

Kira traces figure eights as she licks the webbing between Casey's toes which makes her moan uncontrollably into her hand. She sucks each toe individually and when she pulls her head back a bit you get the impression she's trying to straighten each one in her mouth. Kira decides to experiment with a new technique. She holds Casey's heel in her palms and rubs her thumb nails up and down the arch. To Kira's delight, the toes squirm more than they ever have before, especially when her nail traces up to the toes. At first both thumbs were going up and down at the same time, but she gets the maximum effect when she spaces her thumbs out so one reaches the top when the other reaches the bottom. She bites her lower lip in anticipation. Turning her head 45 degrees, she lifts the heel to her mouth and fits 3 into it at once. Kira pulls her head back a bit, and you can see her tongue dart between the webbing as it makes figure eights. Casey really seems to enjoy it.\ <<if $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 and pulls up her skirt. "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 interrupts, "look how 'happy' you're making me. Isn't that what you wanted?" Kira blushes and averts her eyes. "It's OK, look." She spread her knees a little wider. "What do you think?" "It looks..." Kira struggles for a word. "...happy?" Casey smiles and pulls her skirt down to hide her nudity. "Such a dork," she lifts her foot to Kira's face and wiggles her toes to indicate she wants more licking. As she closes her eyes and faces the ceiling she mutters, "Such a cute dork," under her breath.<</if>> Kira kisses from the heel to the balls of the feet then traces figure eights with her tongue. Casey's moaning intensifies as she nibbles and sucks along one side and uses her nails to tickle the other. Suddenly, Casey pushes Kira's face with her foot. It wasn't hard enough to hurt but the foot slips out of her mouth. You hear Casey's ragged breath. Casey furrows her brow with intense focus and exhales, "Oh god..." through her hand that's covering her mouth. Her knees squeeze tight. You see her furiously rubbing herself while gyrating against her hand. "Don't stop," she begs. The toes are fully extended and give her tongue easy access so Kira zig-zags along the webbing. When they start twitching, Kira turns her face sideways, wraps her lips around the heel, and licks side to side. She lowers and lifts the foot so she can suck and lick each part of it. As you watch Casey convulse you hear Kira slurping on the foot. She moans and you look around to make sure that no students notice what's happening. When it's over, she slumps in her chair and pants. After a few seconds, Casey notices that Kira is still licking, so she groans, "No," as she pulls her foot away. The feeling must be too intense now. She puts her face down on her desk and pants while she comes to her senses. "Are you OK?" Kira asks. "Mmm," is all Casey can reply. Without opening her eyes or lifting her head, she reaches over the desk and pats Kira on the head. "Happy," is the only word she can muster. Kira glows with pride. She seems so glad that Casey liked it. That feeling is short lived when Kira notices the clock on the wall. [[Continue->FootMeasure7]]<<chardetail "Casey" "Kira gave her an orgasm while licking Casey's feet.">><<chardetail "Kira" "She gave Casey an orgasm while licking her feet.">>

There are only 3 minutes left of class and they haven't measured anything. "Wake up! If we don't do the assignment we're going to get punished!" With a sloppy, almost drunk sounding reply Casey says, "I don't care," and she snores slightly when she inhales. 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 we should throw them a life preserver." You both walk over and Kira looks up at you with terror in her eyes. Before Kira has a chance to give an excuse, you snatch the ruler from her hand, making her gasp. "It's OK darling," Mrs. Eigen 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 cradles Kira's chin and wipes some saliva off the corner of her lips 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!" [[Continue->FootMeasure8]]

<<set $has_ruler to true>>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 realize you still have the ruler in your hand. You stuff it in your <<purse>> and think about how you're going to explain what happened to the Anonymous Benefactor. [[Office->Office]]

[img[images/game_banner.png]] ! You must be 18 years of age or older to play ! All Characters Depicted are 18 years or older ''[[Continue->FetishPicker]]'' <a href="http://academyoffetishes.com/changelog.md" target="_blank">Version: <<print setup.versionString()>> (Click for changelog)</a> This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

! Create your character Your last name is: <<textbox "$name" "Shepard">> Preferred pronouns: He/Him/His <<radiobutton "$mc_male" true checked>>\    She/Her/Hers <<radiobutton "$mc_male" false>> You have breasts: Yes <<radiobutton "$mc_breasts" true>>\ No <<radiobutton "$mc_breasts" false checked>> You have a: Penis <<radiobutton "$mc_crotch" "penis" checked>>\    Vagina <<radiobutton "$mc_crotch" "vagina">>\    Both <<radiobutton "$mc_crotch" "both">> [[Start the game.->Beginning]]

You ask, "Mrs. Darwin, is it?" "Ms.", she replies. "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]]<<charadd "Ms. Darwin">>

"Well", Ms. Darwin says, "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 town is 20 miles away and the students sleep in on campus dorms. If you accept the job, you'll be sleeping in the teacher's dormitory." "And", Ms. Darwin pauses, "I don't mean to offend, but I was a little weirded out that you exchanged my mobile phone with another one and took my keys." "Ah, yes," you apologize. "Sorry about that. If you decline the job your mobile phone and keys will be returned to you, of course. You probably noticed your new phone has no data and limited functionality. It keeps the staff and students focused on their tasks. The mobile phone exchange is a strict requirement for anyone that stays or visits with us. "As for your keys, well this is actually for your protection. The students can be a little... mischievous. We've caught few pick pocketing in the past. I'd hate for one of them to steal your keys." You sense she's uncomfortable with your answer, but doesn't contend it. She clears her throat and says, "I tried to find more information on the website, but it's pretty barren. I really don't know anything else about the place." [[More School Details->SchoolIntro2]]

"I don't want to scare you off, Ms. Darwin, but I think I would be doing you a disservice if I didn't tell you more. You see, Saint Mary's School is partially 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 minimum 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 receive. But... because we've been left to our own devices, we've been free to experiment with our teaching methods. Do you understand?" [[Continue->SchoolIntro3]]

"Yes, I think I do", Ms. Darwin replies. You furrow your brow, "I don't think you do. Come. Let's look in on a class that's in session." You open a drawer in your desk, drop your <<purse>> in, and lock it. 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 government budget cuts we had to cut back on most of our classes. They were so massive we couldn't have kept the school open for long. But last month that was all turned around. That's one of the reasons we're so excited to have you here. For me it symbolizes a turning point in our financial hardship." [[Continue->IntroArtClass1]]

"Before I continue", you say, "Let's take a quick peek on the art class that's in session." You stand back so you both can look through the window. There's a group of students facing their lecturing teacher. The muffled conversation cannot be made out but suddenly the teacher starts disrobing. Ms. Darwin's head bobs back in surprise. "Now you understand," you say. Her expression now neutral, she says, "I wasn't prepared to see nudity, but it still looks like a normal art class to me. Art classes have nude models all the time... Although it is a little unusual that in this case the teacher is the model. Is that because of the budget cuts?" You smile without answering, "Let me ask you something. Are you easily offended?" "Why?" she waits for a reply that never comes. She answers to break the uncomfortable silence, "No, not at all." You smile, "Then Let's step into this class and watch for a minute." You open the door and let Ms. Darwin walk in first. [[Continue.->Name Picked]]

"Hello, Principal $name!", the art teacher yells across the room to you. She walks up to Ms. Darwin and reaches 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." You see Ms. Darwin putting all her mental energy into making eye contact and not looking at the nude body in front of her. Then her focus shifts to the students. They look very unhappy and extremely concerned. "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]]<<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She was nude when you introduced her to Ms. Darwin.">>

Ms. Monet frowns for a second but then perks up and says, "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 then, 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?" Then Ms. Monet does something that Ms. Darwin would never have expected. [[Continue->FullBridge]]

In full nudity, she lays on her back and lifts her hips up off the ground into a full bridge. Ms. Darwin's face twists. She's probably never seen something this depraved in a classroom before. The students' faces look disgusted and dejected. "OK students!" Ms. Monet says so cheerfully it sounds as if she is baking a cake, "you know what to do!" The students put their heads down and start sketching the lewd scene in front of them. [[Continue->FullBridge2]]<<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She did a full bridge pose in front of her class... in the nude.">>

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 looks side to side as her nostrils flare. You hope she doesn't bolt out of the room. "Touche," Ms. Monet says, her voice already 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 react to this as if they've done it a hundred times before. They get out of their desks, pull out their mobile phones, and form a loose line in front of Ms. Monet. The girl in the front of the line bends forward, snaps a close up picture of their teacher's vulva, then walks back to her desk so she can continue sketching off of the photo. [img[images/full_bridge_resized.png]] When all the students had taken a photo, Ms. Monet slowly lowers herself flat on the floor, then stands up. [[Continue->ArtClassOutro]]

Ms. Monet walks over to one of her students to take a peek at their work. She ruffles the student's hair and nonchalantly says 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." She continues, "You OK, honey? You look a little shaken up. Don't worry! I remember how nervous I was my first day here. 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". You walk out of 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 if a lewd act took place in our school. The timing was perfect and, in my mind, there was only one rational choice. "In their mind, that first experiment went very well and the Anonymous Benefactor wanted more. Today, our relationship is practically symbiotic: Our school gets enough funding to survive and they get stories, pictures, and videos to fuel their perversion. They seem to have no limit. "Do you know why we picked you, Ms. Darwin? By we, I mean the Anonymous Benefactor and I." [[Continue->Blackmail]]

You stop walking because you've reached the classroom that will be Ms. Darwin's 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 shifts 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 looks around and ponders her predicament. Her expression gradually shifts from anger to... well not acceptance, but something more neutral. "Good," you say. "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 or a swimming pool." You smile and put a hand on Ms. Darwin's shoulder, then turn to walk back to your office. [[Office->Office]]

<<if not $finished_self_photo>>\ [[You want to check on Ms. Monet's art class->SelfPhoto]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_foot_measure>>\ [[You want to check on Mrs. Eigen's math class->FootMeasure]] <</if>>\ <<if (not $finished_drinking_fountain) and (not $finished_scavenger_hunt) and $ribbon_around_panties>>\ [[You decide to wander the halls->DrinkingFountain]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_uniform_breast_inspection>>\ [[You want to check on Mrs. Ball's physical education class->UniformBreastInspection]] <</if>>\ <<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>>\ <<if $finished_self_photo and $finished_scavenger_hunt and $finished_foot_measure and $finished_uniform_breast_inspection and ($week is 1)>> <<set $hide_camera_links to true>><<goto "UnlockTransferStudents">> <</if>>\

<<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 zones out for a moment and stares off into space. She says, "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, so you sift through the drawer and pull out a stack of papers and place it on the desk. From another drawer, you pull out multiple scotch tape dispensers, tweezers, scissors, and calipers. [img[images/scavenger_hunt_desk.png]] [[Continue->ScavengerHunt2]]\ <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("SarahMasturbate")>>

Ms. Darwin swallows hard then asks, "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 just stares at you blankly. "Here's how it works," you say. "These worksheets have tasks that need to be completed. There's two pages and each task will teach the students something about their bodies." Ms. Darwin picks up a sheet and reads to herself silently. Her face turns sour then 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, word will never get out." Ms. Darwin continues reading the sheet a bit. She mutters under her breath, "This is disgusting." "I didn't want to bring this up again," you say, "but, if you're unable to teach to our standards, you will be punished. Remember our earlier conversation?" Ms. Darwin grits her teeth and says, "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]]<<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "You made her run a 'scavenger hunt' class where the girls had to measure each other's body parts.">>

Some time passes and the classroom fills with students. Each one sits at their desk and politely waits for class to start. When everyone is present, Ms. Darwin addresses them. "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. How about we start with role call?" When the introductions are out of the way, Ms. Darwin says, "OK for today's class we're going to play a game called 'The Anatomy Scavenger Hunt'. Casey, was it? Take these sheets and pass them around to the others." As each student reads the handouts they go pale. "OK," Ms. Darwin continues, "you are going to use these tools on my desk to complete all of these tasks. Before we get started, does anyone have any questions?" Casey raises her hand and speaks without being called. "Do we //really// have to do this?" The rest of the class clamors in agreement. "Now class," Ms. Darwin raises 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's." You nod at Ms. Darwin but the ruckus continues. "Enough!", you yell. The students jump and turn to look at you. "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]]<<chardetail "Casey" "She passed out the lewd scavenger hunt papers in Ms. Darwin's class.">>

The clock is 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[images/scavenger_hunt_panties.png]] One student suggests, "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." Ms. Darwin says, "We'll pair and have students use these calipers to measure then switch." "Wait!", Olivia yells. "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. She 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." A month ago, they would have never agreed to do this without threat of severe punishment, but by now your faculty has been sexualizing their classroom activities every day and the students' principles have somewhat eroded. That said, there's still a long way for them to grow. They still complain and do their best to hide their nudity with their skirts when they lay their panties on Ms. Darwin's desk. How many more months will it take before they don't mind being nude in public, you wonder. /* TODO: Scene if Casey has her panties off */ [[Continue->ScavengerHuntRibbonPanties]]<<charadd "Olivia">><<charadd "Amy">>

<<if $ribbon_around_panties>>It is easy to tell which one is the thinnest without even measuring. One of the panties has a ribbon tied around it so the smallest point of the crotch is no longer than a centimeter. One of the students says, "Whose panties are those?" "Mine," Mia answers. "Why do you have a ribbon tied around your panties," Ms. Darwin asks Mia. "Ms. Monet said I wasn't allowed to take it off or clean them until I get back to the dorms. It's really uncomfortable." The students frown sympathetically, especially the ones who had been in Ms. Monet's class. They knew that those were not Mia's juices. Ms. Darwin turns to you and asks, "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."]]<<chardetail "Mia" "When Ms. Monet tied ribbons around a random pair of panties, those panties happened to belong to Mia. Ms. Monet made Mia wear them with the ribbons on outside of class.">> <<else>><<goto "ScavengerHuntMeasurePanties">><</if>>

You tell Ms. Darwin, "You have to take the ribbon off." Mia grabs her panties and unties the ribbons, but it's very challenging because it's 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]]<<nobr>> <<set $ribbon_around_panties to false>> <<set $mia_scavenger_dirty_fingers to true>> <</nobr>>

You say, "That counts as the thinnest crotch." That saves 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 turn a sheet over and pool their measurements together. Then a student says, "Looks like the 5th panties are the thinnest. Whose is this?" "That's mine," says Amy. "I told you!" a student shouts. "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 says. [[Continue->ScavengerHunt5]]<<chardetail "Amy" "She had the smallest panty crotch when measured in Ms. Darwin's scavenger hunt class.">>

Mia says, "The next task says, 'Find the two people in the class that have the most similar length of left labia minora. It must be measured while fully extended.' What's labia minora?" Olivia points at her paper. "Look there, dummy. It has a picture." [img[images/labia_minora_instructions.png]] "Don't call me dumb!" Mia pushes Olivia with the hand she had previously wiped off on her skirt. "Don't touch me with your gross hands!" Another girl yells, "Stop fighting! We only have 20 minutes left!" That gets the students back on track. "OK," Ms. Darwin asks, "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." Olivia 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." There are groans, but everyone agrees. You interrupt the class and say, "I'll choose the pairs." <<if $fp_twin>><<linkreplace "Make the twins pair together" t8n>><<set $has_twins_paired to true>>You make Hannah and Anna pair together. They don't look thrilled about it.<</linkreplace>> <</if>>\ [[Continue->ScavengerHunt6]]<<charadd "Hannah">><<charadd "Anna">>

You walk around the class to inspect each pair's technique. Most of the girls are standing with their legs spread. A few sit on the desk. They lightly pinch and extend their left labia minora so 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 because 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 is between two other pairs that are already sitting on it so Anna climbs between them. It's challenging because the hard desk makes the position very uncomfortable. Anna's position draws the attention of the other pairs and they stop what they are doing to see what's going on. Anna knows what to do next. She reaches between her legs to extend her labia. You lightly swat her hand away. "Let Hannah do that." The twins are mortified. Hannah starts to protest, "But..." The other students have come up with a decent system that minimizes physical contact but you're forcing the twins to maximize it. "Go on, Hannah." You push Hannah's shoulder to guide her to her sister. "Time to measure." On all fours, Anna's legs are relatively closed so it does not give easy access. Hannah whispers to her sister, "Anna, spread your legs." You correct them, "When you find it, then you can spread." A grimace appears on Hannah's face. She lifts her right hand toward her sister's vulva and inserts her finger between her sister's outer lips. The contact forces a small grunt out of Anna's mouth. Hannah fondles her sister in search of the left labia minora. First she finds the right but once she sees she has the wrong one she lets go in search of the other. It takes a few seconds but when she finds it she pinches it lightly and extends it so that you can see. "Very good. Anna, you may spread your legs." As she does, Hannah's grip slips and she loses the inner lip. "Oh!" Hannah says then she quickly scrambles toward her sister's vagina to find it again. Anna grunts once again during the search, but it takes less time to find than the first time. You pick up a free caliper off 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 it face up. Yes, just like that. But cross your legs in the air." This position makes it very difficult for Anna to access her sister's inner lips because her legs squish everything closed tight. Anna doesn't hesitate because she knows if she does she risks more punishment. With her left index finger and thumb she gently pries her sister's labia majora open. Then she slips her right index finger and thumb in the middle to search for her sister's left labia minora. It is very difficult to grab and takes a few tries. Hannah is completely silent during the whole ordeal but she's holding her breath with her eyes closed. When Anna gets a grip on what she is looking for, she extends it to show you. [img[images/twins_measure_inner_lip.png]] "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 makes sure to keep a tight grip on her sister's labia so she doesn't lose it. There is plenty of room on both sides of the desk now because the other pairs have finished long ago and the entire class is just waiting for the twins. Anna looks down at Hannah while she fully spreads her legs to each side. Although she should have seen it coming, Anna just now realizes she is staring directly into her sister's vagina. To your surprise, it is glistening a little inside. Anna looks up into her sister's face who immediately blushes. "Just measure me," Hannah says, wanting to get this over with. Anna has to put her face close to Hannah's vulva to see the measurement. It has a musty odor that smells familiar. Once Anna takes the measurements the twins stand up and avoid making eye contact with each other.<<nobr>> <<chardetail "Hannah" "While her twin sister, Anna, was on all fours, she measured Anna's labia minora">> <<chardetail "Hannah" "She got visibly turned on when Anna measured her.">> <<chardetail "Anna" "She measured her twin sister, Hannah, while Hannah was on her back with her legs in the air.">> <</nobr>><</if>> "Ahem," Ms. Darwin says to break the silence. "It looks like everyone has their measurements. Let's pool them and see who is the most similar." [[Continue->ScavengerHunt7]]

Surprising no one, it turns out that Hannah and Anna are 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?" She asks in anger, "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 looks at the pleading student. She sighs and says, "OK, don't say I never did anything for you." Her fingers fumble as she unbuttons her slacks and pulls them down to the floor. When she peels off her underwear, her thick pubic hair mound is exposed to the class. Embarrassed, she says, "I wasn't expecting anyone to see me like this today." Mia takes the initiative to jump between her teacher's thighs with a caliper. With her other hand she grabs her teacher's left labia minora and extends it. "Hey!" Ms. Darwin shouts. "That's highly inappropriate<<if $mia_scavenger_dirty_fingers>>, and your hands are dirty<</if>>!" "Sorry, Ms. Darwin", Mia apologizes. "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 more carefully this time." She squints and smiles at you sarcastically. "I'll be sure to do that." [[Continue->ScavengerHunt8]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "She has an unshaven pubic region.">>

A student reads aloud, "Tape a 1 cm pubic hair to your sheet." The student looks 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 kicks her pants and panties to the side and sits on her desk with her legs spread. A single file line of students forms in front of her. They wait their turn with anticipation to be handed one of their teacher's pubic hairs. Hannah goes up first. Ms. Darwin uses a tweezer to pluck one of her pubic hairs out of her mound then releases it into Hannah's hand. But, it sticks to the tweezer so Hannah has to pinch it to get it off. She grabs a ruler, scissor, and tape and runs back to her desk. The next student comes up to receive another of their teacher's obscene hair. Back at her desk, Hannah is having trouble because the curly hair is difficult to measure with a straight ruler. She comes up with a good idea. If she lays it flat on her paper then tapes 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 pubic hair remains. She announces this technique to the class and they all use it. Hannah was the first to finish the task. She sniffs her fingers and her head bobs back in disgust. "Why aren't there ever any sinks in these classrooms?" she yells. Once all the students have received their pubic hair, Ms. Darwin puts her pants back on. When the whole class finishes you can feel the room fill with excitement and anticipation. "What's the last one? Somebody read it." [[Continue->ScavengerHunt9]]

Olivia reads, "'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 says 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: 1. We lick each other's clits 2. If someone's wet they finger themselves and then rub it on our clits" Someone says, "This is way more unsanitary than pubic hair." "Shut up." Olivia asks, "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>>If anyone is, nobody wants to admit it. Olivia sighs, "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."  "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 says. The whole room exhales a sigh of relief. Olivia leads the group. "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]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She volunteered to lick everyone's clits during Ms. Darwin's scavenger hunt.">>

The girls line up. You note that the way they're coordinating together is actually quite impressive. You stand over Amy, the smallest girl in the school, because she's the first to be licked. Mia gets on all fours and crawls between Amy's legs. "Sorry, but I have to do this." Mia says. She sticks out her tongue and grazes the girl's hood which makes her tense up. As Mia climbs over the legs to move to the next girl, Amy presses 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 Amy. "Hey guys, lift your legs up when I'm passing through so I don't have to climb over you, OK?" Time is of the essence. She reaches for the girl's hood and pulls it back with her own fingers. Then she sticks out her tongue and grazes the clit with it. Amy tenses up harder this time. "Is this good enough?" Mia asks you. You bend over to grab the paper out of Amy's hands. <<linkreplace "The imprint needs to be wetter." t8n>><<set $wet_imprint to true>>Mia groans in frustration. She pulls the clit hood back again, but this time, instead of licking, she puckers her lips around the girl's clit and sucks it into her mouth. Then she relaxes her jaw and lathers the clit with her tongue. The girl squeezes her legs until they press against Mia's body. She grabs Mia's head and pulls it away, but not completely, and says, "Gentler, please." "Sorry, but I'm done now, anyway." Amy 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.<</linkreplace>> [[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<</if>>. 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 they get <<if $wet_imprint is true>>sucked<<else>>licked<</if>>. [img[images/mia_licking_clits.png]] 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 and lays down so she will be the last one. She kicks her pants and panties off while on her back. When Mia gets to her teacher, Mia's face is completely flush. On her journey to get there, she has <<if $wet_imprint is true>>sucked<<else>>licked<</if>> the clitorises of 14 of her classmates. The bottom half of her jaw is wet and by the way she rubs it, you can see it aches a bit. 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 doesn'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 and a slurping sound is made as Mia creates a suction. Mrs. Darwin gasps and yells, "Oh my god!" You notice some of the other students blush and Ms. Darwin's toes twitch in a rhythmic fashion, a clear indicator of each of Mia's licks. She grabs Mia's head but, unlike her classmates, Ms. Darwin holds it in place instead of pushing away.<<else>>Mia sticks out her tongue to a sharp point and slowly moves it toward her teacher's clitoris. When contact was made, Ms. Darwin lets 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 hears her teacher let out an "ah" that sounds like she was getting into a hot tub.<</if>> "Ahem," you interrupt the scene, "30 seconds left." [[Continue->ScavengerHunt13]]<<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "Mia licked her clit during the scavenger hunt.">>

"Sorry Ms. Darwin, but you gotta do this or we'll be punished." When Mia stands up and places her feet on both sides of Ms. Darwin's face, you can see that Mia 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. 2 students hook an arm under each of her legs and lower her into an otherwise precarious squatting position. [img[images/mia_lifted_to_darwin.png]] 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. Ms. Darwin yells, "Let me sit up! You two, let go of her and she can bend her knees to 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. It 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 makes an imprint. You walk up to the group and extend your hand to see the paper. Pausing for dramatic effect, you 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!" "Oh yeah," Olivia says while pointing at Mia's soaked vagina, "I don't see you complaining out of your other lips." "Shut up! I didn't like it..." "Yeah right..." Ms. Darwin interrupts, "Olivia, stop antagonizing Mia. Mia, we're all extremely grateful that you did what you did. Right class?" Everyone agrees, including Olivia. Ms. Darwin uses 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 brushes off some sticky hair from her face and can't hold back a little smile. "I have to get back to my office, but enjoy the rest of the class. That goes for all of you!" [[Office]]<<charadd "Olivia" "She teased Mia for getting wet after licking everyone's clits at the end of Ms. Darwin's scavenger hunt.">>

<<set $finished_self_photo to true>>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 start to fidget and look down at their desk. "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]]<<charadd "Casey">><<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She ran a class where she took close up photos of every student's vulva.">>

When Casey is at the front Ms. Monet kneels in front of her with her back to the class. "OK, Casey, be a sweetie and lift the front of your skirt all the way." Casey blushes but doesn't react. "Like this, see?" Ms. Monet pinches the bottom of Casey's skirt with both hands and lifts it so her panties are visible. "Hold on to it like I am, ok?" Once gently prodded like this, Casey obeys, but she doesn't seem any less embarrassed. Now that Ms. Monet's hands are free she slides her fingers underneath the elastic on both sides and pulls them to the floor in one quick motion. Casey immediately lets go of her skirt and holds it in place with the palms of her hands to cover her shame. [img[images/skirt_pussy_exposed.jpg]] "OK, let's get these out of the way," Ms. Monet says, referring to the panties now lying at Casey's feet. The teacher taps on Casey's left leg and Casey lifts it so the underwear can be removed. Casey puts a lot of effort into making sure that nothing obscene was visible to the class while this occurs. This must be embarrassing for her: The whole classroom of her peers, her teacher, and you had a short glimpse of her most private of parts. "Almost there. Now the other leg." When the panties are completely removed the teacher tosses them on the floor a few feet away. [[Continue->SelfPhoto4]]

"No, darling," Ms. Monet gently corrects, "Remember, dear? I told you to hold your skirt up." Casey looks around for help but her classmates look as ashamed as she is. They avoid eye contact. Casey accepts that the punishment would be terrible if she doesn't cooperate and lifts her skirt. "Perfect! Just like that. Now hold it in place this time while I grab something." Ms. Monet gets up from her kneeling position and walks back to her desk. She opens a drawer and rummages around for a bit. Casey momentarily glances up to see the whole class looking in her direction before lifting her head to stare up at the ceiling. It must feel like an eternity. 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 finds what she is looking for: A high quality digital camera. With it in hand, she walks back to the bashful, exposed student. When Casey notices what's in her teacher's hand, she revolts and holds her skirt back down. But, a mere glare from Ms. Monet makes her reconsider. She slowly lifts her skirt back up to expose herself. The teacher kneels in front of her exposed student and focuses the camera on a close up shot of the girl's genitalia. After the shutter sound clicks, Ms. Monet stands up and fiddles with the camera to inspect the picture she has just taken. "Amazing!" She gets up and stands side to side with the student. "Isn't it lovely?" She holds the camera up to Casey'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 looks absolutely mortified. Ms. Monet continues, "I find these little imperfections to be beautiful. Everyone has them so don't be ashamed. Would anyone else like to see?" Casey's focuses on the class and she looks side to side with her eyes wide open. Fortunately for her, none of the students are interested in the picture. <<linkreplace "You want to see." t8n>>"I would like to see it," you call out. "Excellent! I think you'll be very pleased with my... I mean //our// -", she nudges Casey and winks at her, "- art." She hands you the camera and you spend a few moments to notice all the details of the picture on its screen. 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>><</linkreplace>> [[Continue->SelfPhoto6]]<<chardetail "Casey" "Her vulva was photographed by Ms. Monet.">>

"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 then realizes she was just 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." <<linkreplace "Those panties could be dirty. You would like to find out." t8n>>"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. <<linkreplace "You'd like to investigate the panties further." t8n>>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 but she turns her head away. When she sees you aren't relenting she faces her panties and takes a quick sniff. It's humiliating to answer. If she says, "no", the whole class will know she smells unusual. But if she says, "yes", the whole class will know that she's smelled her own scent before. She closes her eyes and answers: "...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>><<chardetail "Casey" "You took her panties in Ms. Monet's class.">><</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> [[Continue->SelfPhoto7]]

"Alrighty!" Ms. Monet continues, "I believe Jessie is next. You know what to do!" Jessie is a pale redhead with long hair and she also happens to be the student with the largest chest. She walks over to the front of the class and faces everyone. When she lifts her skirt, the teacher pulls down her panties and removes them. Ms. Monet takes a photo but when she puts the camera down she looks 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 you're hiding something behind them. I think this photo would be more powerful and raw if we could see it revealed. Do you know what I mean?" A smiling Ms. Monet looks up at her frowning student, taps her inner thighs, and says, "I'm going to have you stand a little wider." Jessie opens her legs a little wider, but it seems like no matter how wide she spreads her legs her labia stick together. "Come on little guys," Ms. Monet says, anthropomorphizing the lips. "I can see they're holding on to each other by a thread, just begging to be unstuck. Maybe if I just..." The teacher points her finger at Jessie's labia and moves toward it. Jessie closes her eyes in anticipation of what's about to happen. [img[images/boop.png]] "Boop!" Ms. Monet playfully says as her fingertip pokes where the labia are stuck together. Jessie lets out a soft grunt and jumps back with her hips. The slight contact is all it takes for the lips to spread open and reveal the vagina behind them. "See? Aww.. They just needed a little encouragement! Wow..." the teacher takes a moment to observe it in detail. "Now this picture will be a masterpiece." Ms. Monet skillfully positions her camera and takes an extreme close up then gets up while she looks at her work. "See, this was your original picture. Beautiful in its own way, but here's the one I just took. Notice the contrast in textures. Everything glistens in the second one. And it still has a little mystery like the first picture, but it's a different kind of mystery: When I look at it I'm asking myself, how deep does it go?" Jessie cringes to the way her vagina is being objectified. "And near the top you can see something that's normally very elusive: Your pee hole. Have you ever seen yours before?" Jessie slowly closes her eyes and shakes her head no. "Well I'll zoom in for you. These digital cameras are so neat. Look for as long as you'd like." The teacher and student stand shoulder to shoulder. Ms. Monet is proud of the shot she got but Jessie doesn't seem to appreciate it on the same level. "OK," Ms. Monet says. "Let's give Jessie 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]] <</if>>[[Attend to other business->SelfPhoto10]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "Her labia was stuck together in art class so Ms. Monet booped them to get a better photo.">>

You realize that you have a lot of work to do in the office so you interrupt the class to say, "I'm sorry but I'll have to get going now." Turning to Ms. Monet, you 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]]

<<set $ribbon_around_panties to true>>You watch as a few other students get their photos taken and then it occurs to you that you have a ziplock bag of ribbon and scissors in your <<purse>>. As Ms. Monet is finishing another picture you interrupt her and ask, "Do you think you could come up with 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 student who's about to sit down walks 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. It'll leave the viewer wanting more. What do you think?" The question was rhetorical and Ms. Monet doesn't wait for an answer. She crawls on her hands and knees and picks a pair of panties out of the large pile. "Those aren't my panties," Sarah says as Ms. Monet crawls back to her. "Oh, don't worry about that. It will still be a lovely photo." Sarah cringes at the thought of wearing someone else's dirty panties. But she knows if she fights back in front of you or her teacher, she will be severely punished. Ms. Monet helps Sarah put them on. When they were pulled all the way to the top, Sarah grimaces. You noticed the panties had a wet spot on them before she put them on and the cold, viscous substance must be touching her vulva. Now you're really curious whose panties those are. Which classmate is actually turned on by this? [[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors3new]]

"So," she begins, "When I had Sarah put those panties on, I slipped my hand behind them and slid my hands all the way down. I hadn't made any contact with Sarah, but when my hands reached the bottom, I felt something." "What was it," you ask. "It was wet! It... I was so excited by that. To think that Sarah was enjoying my lesson that much. "I wanted to make sure I wasn't mistaken. I pulled the crotch down and looked inside and sure enough, it was wet. Not much, but it was something and... yeah..." She breaks eye contact and thinks for a second. "Oh yeah, so, then I remembered they weren't her panties. Maybe the wet spot wasn't from Sarah but from someone else before. But that, that was still lovely because either way that means someone liked my lesson. But, yeah, I wanted to make sure so I asked Sarah something like, 'Is this treasure from you?' "Sarah made a rude face and shook her head no." "I remember that," you say. "I couldn't hear what you asked, though." "Yeah so anyway, at that time I didn't really believe her. I figure she'd be too embarrassed to admit it if it was from her. So I, I shushed her. And then... well, I did something - how did you say it? - 'unseemly'." Ms. Monet pauses. "Well," you ask, "what was it?" She looks a little concerned about what she's about to say so you reach across the table and rub her hand again. "You can tell me," you say in the most genuine way you know how. She exhales forcefully and looks at her gesturing hands as she speaks. "My hands were pulling the panties down and my knuckles were facing up. I lifted my index finger off the panties and raised it toward Sarah's..." She blushes. "Sarah's..." "Her vagina?" you ask. She looks at you and frowns but you smile and shake her hand to reassure her everything's fine. She continues. "Once I made the slightest contact, I moved my knuckle around a bit until I felt a little dip. And then I knew my knuckle was resting against the outside of the vagina." "What did Sarah do," you ask. "I remember that clearly," she says. "She closed her eyes and started humming. It... I dunno why, but when she started doing that it really...", she starts breathing fast and heavy and bites her lower lip for a moment, "it felt like I was on fire. Something about the humming." "Why do you think it had the effect on you," you ask. [[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors4]]

Ms. Monet says, "Something about how innocent that reaction was. Sarah had no power in the situation so she resorted to something she still had control over: Her own thoughts." She puts her fingers on her mouth and talks through them. "It gave me this sadistic thought that I'm embarrassed to admit: If I could snap Sarah out of her humming... if I could take away this last form of sanctuary... that means Sarah has nowhere left to hide. I would even have control over her thoughts. Sarah would have to focus on what is happening to her in class." She puts her face in her hands. "I couldn't control myself in that moment. I //had// to take on this perverted challenge. I don't consider myself to be a domineering type like Mrs. Ball, but Sarah's humming drove it out of me." She uncovers her face and sees you smiling back at her. "So," you say, "you wanted to stop her from humming. What did you do?" "I said something like, 'I need a few minutes' to try and stall. And then I thought of something really naughty." You catch yourself biting on your index finger. "What did you do," you ask. "I experimented with my knuckle. I tried to figure out if Sarah likes a light graze or a direct nuzzling. Certain touches would make Sarah's brow furrow and her nose crinkle but she was still humming. I started to get nervous that it was taking so much time but... yeah, I really wish I could have spent more time taking it slow. Your presence made me nervous and I was afraid you were going to notice and if you did, I was afraid you'd punish me like one of the students." She chuckles nervously at that idea. "So I kind of jumped to the next level with Sarah. "I moved my hand up the panties toward the top of the elastic and I kept my knuckle fully extended. It slipped out of the entrance of the vagina and made its slow journey toward the clitoris." "How did that feel on your knuckle," you ask. Her eyes gleam and her mouth is partially open as she thinks about how to describe it. "It was," she places her hand on her chest and looks at the ceiling, "so good. Her lips were so soft and puffy." She looks down at her knuckle. "I still remember how the wetness felt on the little peach fuzz of my finger. There were so many slippery and fleshy folds. I couldn't see them but they felt amazing. "I remember now, I paused halfway to the clitoris. My knuckle was between her lips and I wiggled it a bit." She looks at you with droopy eyes and licks her lip. "I distinctly remember Sarah's humming became even louder when I did that. Probably to drown out her thoughts. And, I did something mean... "What," you ask. "I started humming along with Sarah in a twisted act of playfulness. To tease her and to let her know that what she was going through was fun to me." There's a long pensive pause before she continues. "Then I kept moving my hand and finally bumped against the clitoris. Sarah's eyes opened wide and she squeezed her legs tight. I looked her in the eyes and said, 'Welcome back, darling'. Then I whispered, 'What happened to that cute tune you were humming?'" [[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors5]]

"What'd you do next?" "I removed my hand from the panties and showed Sarah my glistening knuckle. Sarah couldn't believe it. The original wet spot on the panties were no larger than a dime. But my knuckle was covered in juice. Even I was surprised because it was wetter than I expected. But the important thing is we both knew that Sarah was being turned on by this! That was the craziest part that I can't stop thinking about. "I saw the look on Sarah's face and I knew she was as surprised as I was. There was a momentary look of panic on her face. I just stared up and smiled at her and wiggled my knuckle to remind her it wasn't some dream. Then I put the wet finger to my lips and shushed while I said, 'It's OK'. I tried to sooth her by saying, 'there's nothing wrong with you, it's perfectly natural.' "For the record, I, uh, don't think that's true. But, I wanted her to feel comfortable with the situation. Maybe I was projecting a bit, too. As if I were telling myself those same words. I had never gone that far with a student before, but my first thought was, 'I wonder if all my students have quirky ways of coping like Sarah's humming' and I had a strong urge to find out." "'Had' or 'have'", you ask with a smile. "...'have'." You nod and smile. "What happened next?" "Well," she says, "That's when you asked Sarah what was wrong. She said there was no problem and she just lost her balance. Then she looked me in the eyes and spread her legs again so I could continue. I can't stop thinking about the look on her face. I'd kill for a picture of it." "What did it look like?" "I dunno. It was like she was saying, 'you can touch me more if you want', with her eyes. She was watching what I from then on with such curiosity and interest. "That's when I called you over to help me tie the knots." She sighs with a smile, "I think you were there for the rest of it. You know what happened from then on." There were parts of this story where Ms. Monet showed feelings of guilt, but now she looks relieved. Just to drive it home that you're OK with what she did, you grab both of her hands and shake them slightly. "Thank you for telling me what happened. I promise you're not in trouble. In fact, if something like this happens in one of your classes and I'm not present, I'd appreciate if you came to me later and told me all about it. If anything, I think it'd make you feel better. But I'm certain that the Anonymous Benefactor wants to hear all these stories, too." You grab your chair and place it on her side of the desk. There's a little wetness between your legs and you realize you must have gotten a little excited by hearing her story. "Before I leave", you ask, "could we look at the pictures one last time together?" "Sure!" she exclaims. She picks the camera up shows you the picture she was looking at last. "I'm pretty sure this one is of Kira." "How can you tell," you ask. You spend at least 20 more minutes by her side until you've seen the entire camera roll. She's able to identify which student each picture belongs to. It's like she has a photographic memory. You walk to your office and are sure the Anonymous Benefactor is going to be very happy with her work. [[Office]]<<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She confessed to you that, during the student photo shoot, she rubbed her knuckle into Sarah's crotch in an attempt to turn her on.">>

Ms. Monet pulls 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 wet. Something shines in the corner of your eyes... One of the teacher's hands is glistening, too. The ribbon is tightened to a point where the panties are covering Sarah's clitoris, vagina, and labia minora. But, the ribbon is tied thin enough that Sarah's labia majora have completely popped out on both sides of the panties. "Mm-hm," you say, "Yes, that's exactly the type of art I was hoping to see." You resist the urge to pet the puffy lips. "Oh, that makes me so happy to hear. OK, now I need to tie it in a knot." She pulls the two ends of the ribbon in opposite directions so they cross each other. "Can you place your finger here where they meet so I can have my hands free to tie the knot?" You push your index finger into the crotch of the panties to hold the two ends in place. They panties are unbelievably moist. Sarah closes her eyes again. But this time she seems to be trying to focus. Ms. Monet continues her humming as she ties the ribbon into a sturdy knot. "Absolutely gorgeous," she says as she pulls up her camera and snaps a few photos. She says to you, "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?" "OK," she says, "Let's take those panties off so you can go back to your desk." As Ms. Monet pulls the panties down an obscene trail of grool stretches from Sarah's vagina to her panties. Everyone in the class notices as it is pulled thinner and eventually snaps in half. Sarah wakes from her stupor and realizes how embarrassing the situation is. She covers up as much of the view as she can with her skirt but as soon as she does, Ms. Monet lifts it up again and gives Sarah a firm, "No." It takes a moment before Sarah submits and holds her own skirt up. Ms. Monet pauses for enough time to be certain that the whole class can see how turned on Sarah is, then she says, "Let's give Sarah a big round of applause!" Only you and the teacher clap and 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 knot still tied around it and calls the next girl up to take her photo. [[Continue->SelfPhotoAfterClass]]<<chardetail "Sarah" "She put on someone else's panties and Ms. Monet tied ribbons around the crotch of them to get a more 'artistic' photo of her labia. She eventually got turned on by this.">>

"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. Monet cuts a ribbon and drapes it across her own thighs. She slips her hand behind the top of a leg hole and pulls toward herself so the back of her hand is facing Sarah's mound. Then she slides her hand down to the bottom of the panties without making any contact. Ms. Monet pauses and tilts her head. She pinches a side of the crotch and pulls it down so she can take a peek inside. You can't make out what she sees, but she looks up and smiles. Then she whispers something you can't hear to Sarah. Sarah looks offended and shakes her head. "Oh?" Ms. Monet lifts an eyebrow incredulously. She shushes Sarah and fiddles with the panties for a long period of time. Sarah gulps, closes her eyes, and starts humming a tune in an effort to disconnect from the situation. It seems like something very interesting is happening between the two, but you can't tell what it is. You can only see Ms. Monet's back and her body is covering most of the action. But you get many clues of something lurid happening by the way the expressions contort on Sarah's face. Suddenly, Sarah opens her eyes wide and gasps. "Is there a problem?" you ask Sarah. "...no.. no problem.. I.. lost my balance." You scrunch your brow. You'll ask Ms. Monet about this later. Sarah spreads her legs again so that Ms. Monet can continue. Ms. Monet picks the ribbon off her lap and starts humming the tune Sarah was humming earlier. She uses her hand to create slack at the crotch of the panties and threads the ribbon through. Sarah seems to have a different reaction from before. She isn't humming or closing her eyes. Actually, she is looking down with keen interest and her face looks flushed. Ms. Monet takes her hand out of the panties and the ends of the ribbon dangle on both sides of Sarah's legs. The teacher addresses 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 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]]<<chardetail "Sarah" "She tends to hum to relieve stress.">>

You tend to leave the classes you visit early, but this time you decide to stick around so you can ask Ms. Monet what happened between her and Sarah. The bell rings and everyone but you leave the room. She doesn't notice you're still there. She's sitting at her desk, smiling as she flips through the photos on her camera. You clear your throat to get her attention and she looks up startled. "Oh! You're still here. I'm s-sorry I didn't notice you there." She places the camera down on the desk and says, "How can I help you?" You pull up a chair and sit across the desk from her. "I had a few questions about what happened between you and Sarah." Her nostrils flare and she glances down at the camera before looking at you. "Oh? Something wrong?" "Well," you say, "I got the sneaking suspicion that something unseemly was happening between you two." "Unseemly? You mean like..", she gulps, "improper? I-I-I thought we were supposed to... I mean, you asked for me to be creative." You reach across the desk and place your hand on hers. "Relax. I'm just curious, OK? You're not in trouble" She sighs and shakes her head. "Sorry. You scared me." She relaxes her posture and she says, "OK, I'll tell you what happened." You smile as you pull your hand back. She bites her lower lip and smiles back at you as she thinks about where to start. [[Continue->SelfPhotoRibbonAndScissors3]]

<<set $finished_uniform_breast_inspection to true>>As you walk to the gym you think about how Mrs. Ball is an interesting character. Although you can blackmail her with the knowledge of her crimes, there's never been a need. There were rumors of her sadistic perversions even before you 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 is about 40 years old and has a fat and disgusting body. It is odd that someone so unfit would take up a career in physical education. Her face isn't much better to look at either. The one thing she has going for her are her well endowed breasts, but even they are a little saggy. "Morning, Principal $name", she calls to you. "We're about to get started here." She blows into her whistle and the students line up in front of you. [[Continue->UniformBreastInspection2]]\ <<set $forcedCameraPassage to "OliviaStealsClothes">><<charadd "Mrs. Ball">>

"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 is a common technique the teachers use to instill discipline. The uniforms and their policy change frequently at the request of the teachers. You notice they become more humiliating as time goes by but you usually approve their requests. [[Continue->UniformBreastInspection3]]

For PE the uniform is actually quite tame. You're unsure why Mrs. Ball picked it, but she usually has something up her sleeve. The girls are wearing very baggy T-shirts and white shorts. Mrs. Ball unnecessarily blows the whistle again. "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 you start to get the idea. As the student's bend forward, gravity pulls their baggy shirts down and gives Mrs. Ball a "down blouse" view. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1...", Mrs. Ball counts down slowly as her eyes dart around from student to student. "OK, next exercise. 50 jumping jacks." halfway through the jumping jacks Mrs. Ball whispers to you, "I force them to wear regular bras which aren't really built to support them when they're doing strenuous exercise like this." When everyone has finished, Mrs. Ball tells 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 face you and their stretch exposes a little bit of buttock. More importantly, gravity slides the baggy shirts off the students' backs. For most of the students the shirt catches on their necks and goes inside out around their arms as if they were halfway through the process of taking their tops off. Everyone's bra is exposed and the shirt creates a natural blindfold over their heads. [[Continue->UniformBreastInspection5]]<<chardetail "Mrs. Ball" "She ran a class where the students did a downward facing dog yoga pose in baggy tops so that she could catch uniform violations.">>

Mrs. Ball's evil plans are now revealed. The jumping has shifted all the under garments and the standard bras are not designed to hold the breasts in place. Mrs. Ball paces back and forth. She looks down at the chests of each of her students at a distance. Then something catches her eye. "Is that you, Jessie?" The student confirms that it is. Jessie's left breast has slipped out of the bra and is fully exposed. She is the bustiest student in the class which puts her at a huge disadvantage for this inspection. Mrs. Ball stands up and addresses the class: "Everyone but Jessie get up and form a circle around me. Who can spot the uniform violation?" She waits a few seconds then says, "Hmm?" A student timidly answers, "Her boob slipped out." "That's right," Mrs. Ball continues. "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 lifts her leg and taps her shoe on the underside of Jessie's exposed breast. It wobbles and a faint dirt mark is left behind . "- //udders// in my face." Mrs. Ball turns around and walks to a duffle bag against a wall of the gym. She drags it back to the students then rummages around and pulls out a red clothespin. [img[images/gym_clothespin_resized.png]] "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." <<if $has_ruler and $fp_breast_torture>>You realize you still have that ruler in your <<purse>> you accidentally took from math class. [[Perhaps it could be used as a tool to 'warm up' the breast before applying the clothespin?|UniformBreastInspectionRuler][$tortured_jessies_breast to true]] <</if>>\ <<if $fp_nipple>>[[Allow Mrs. Ball to dish out the punishment->UniformBreastInspection6]] <</if>>\ [[Stop Mrs. Ball from torturing Jessie's nipple->UniformBreastInspectionStop]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "One of her breasts slipped out of her bra in Mrs. Ball's class.">>

Mrs. Ball kneels on one knee and lifts the breast away from the ground. It looks like it's surprisingly heavy and taut. But the problem is Jessie's nipple is not at a great angle to apply a clothespin. To fix this, Mrs. Ball squeezes her hand and applies pressure with her thumb to form a crease in the breast. She smiles at the obvious discomfort this causes Jessie, but it has done its job: The breast has folded upward and the nipple is now in view. She grabs a red clothespin and applies it carelessly to Jessie's nipple. Jessie gasps and jolts her breast away by shifting her weight, but the clip has already secured itself. She shakes her breast a few more times while screaming through her shirt. When her brain catches up to the idea that the shaking isn't helping, she stops. It is only making the pain worse. Her screams subside and she resorts to gritting her teeth and breathing heavily through her mouth. A few more seconds pass and you can hear pathetic whimpering from behind the shirt. Because the clothespin is applied so carelessly, it is not completely attached to the nipple: Only a corner of the clothespin is making contact with the skin. "This isn't completely covering your vulgar nipple. We're going to have to reapply it." [[Continue->UniformBreastInspection7]]<<set $forcedCameraPassage to "JessieRecoversInShower">>

Mrs. Ball can easily take the clothespin off by pinching the back to loosen it, but that isn't her style. She knows if she pinches the front hard enough, the clothespin will squeeze the nipple out. When the teacher pinches, Jessie screams without regard for who is listening. The students sympathize with the pain and have to look away. You notice one of them rubbing their own breast. Mrs. Ball slowly increases the pressure on the side of the clamp. Finally, Mrs. Ball squeezes the misaligned clamp so hard that she pushes Jessie's nipple out of it. Jessie makes a large grunt and sigh of relief when it comes off. A thin sheen of sweat has formed on her body and the corner of her nipple has already started to bruise. "Good, now don't move this time." Mrs. Ball crushes the breast in her hand as hard as she can until her hand starts shaking a bit. "Gah!", Jessie screams. "Patience!" Mrs. Ball scolds. She attaches the clothespin a second time. Jessie screams just like before and just like before her natural instincts make her pull away, but Mrs. Ball has a tight grip around the base of the breast. "Shhh shhh shhh shhh," Mrs. Ball gently shushes. Then in a more assertive tone, "I need you to calm down. I can't inspect it when you're trying to move. Good. Kira, I need a hand. Hold this for me so my hands are free to inspect the clip." Kira takes a knee beside Mrs. Ball as fast as she can so she will not be punished. Mrs. Ball instructs, "Squeeze it like I am so I can see if the nipple is visible." "Hmm." Mrs. Ball inspects her work. The clothespin is pointing straight out from the nipple and seems to be fully attached this time. But how much of the nipple can be seen from the side? She pushes the clothespin flat to one side of the breast and looks at how much nipple is exposed through the clip. Then she pushes it flat to the other side of the breast to check if the nipple was more exposed on that side. Jessie's breathing intensifies as her nipple is stretched. Mrs. Ball looks back to talk to you, "Sorry to bother you, Principal $name, but would you mind finding a ribbon in my duffle bag?" [[Continue->UniformBreastInspection8]]<<chardetail "Kira" "She helped Mrs. Ball by lifting Jessie's breast after it was being tortured.">>

You walk to the bag and see an assortment of tools that can 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 pushes the back of the clip to the side of Jessie's breast again so you can see first hand. There is a noticeable bruise on the tip of her nipple. [["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 Jessie, stand up now so I can apply this." As Jessie stands up, the baggy shirt rests 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. "Kira, pull 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. Jessie'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?" She elbows Kira who knows what to do. Kira scrambles to grab 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]]

<<set $has_ribbons_and_scissors to true>>Mrs. Ball hands you the ziplock bag with the ribbon and scissors. "Is this for me?" you ask. She 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." She faces the class and blows her whistle. "Alright. Time for you Lazies to run a lap. Jessie, you're going to run two." Jessie 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]]

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. Jessie why don't you stand up?" As Jessie stands up the baggy shirt rests 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]]

Back at the office you 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. In fact, 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" [[Continue->Office]]<<set $has_revealing_pe_outfits to true>>

<<set $has_ribbons_and_scissors to true>>You clear your throat to get Mrs. Ball's attention. She walks over to you with an irritated look on her face. "This is a little too cruel for my tastes." She curls her lips as she stares you down. Then she forcefully exhales and slumps a bit. "What do you suggest I do?" "Maybe show a little tenderness," you say as you walk over to Jessie. You hear her quietly sobbing under her shirt. "There there now. Nobody's going to punish you." You pull her creamy breast to you by holding it from its topside. It's heavy in your hand. You lick the thumb of your other hand and rub off the dirt smudge. "See? Good as new." You caress the underside of her breast with your palm and assure her that everything is going to be ok. Her sniffles slowly subside but you keep petting. You let your hand pass over the nipple and feel it begin to harden as it bumps past your fingers. "Now, what do we say when someone does something nice for you?" She sniffs and coughs, "Thank you, Principal $name." You don't stop petting. "That's right." You lift your hand to toss the breast slightly and watch it jiggle as it lands on your palm. "You're very welcome." You pull the bra cup and cradle the breast back into its home then walk to Mrs. Ball. "See?" you say to her, "That was just as effective. I don't think you'll be seeing any more uniform violations from her and even if you do, go easy on her." You walk over to her duffle bag and peer inside. Inside there's a ziplock bag of ribbon and scissors and you shudder to think what could be done with this in the hands of Mrs. Ball. "I don't know what you were planning with this and I don't want to know. I'll be taking it for their protection." When you reach in and grab it, she looks furious. "Well now," you continue. "I must be getting back to my office. Please go easy on the students." [[Office]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You prevented Mrs. Ball from torturing her breast.">><<chardetail "Mrs. Ball" "You prevented her from torturing Jessie's nipple.">>

"Slow down, Mrs. Ball," you say. "Let's not forget that an exposed breast is a uniform violation, too." You walk behind Jessie and place your <<purse>> on the floor. "This is also obscene," you say as you lift the breast by grabbing its topside with one hand. "Move back so you're touching your toes." With a tug on the breast you guide Jessie to walk her hands backward until they're flat on the floor and between her legs. This gives you easy access to play with her exposed breast. It's so large it spills out of your hand. You grip it tight to prevent it from slipping and this causes it to bulge out toward you. A little smack with your free hand's fingertips makes Jessie whimper through her shirt. You whisper to her, "Let's make it nice and pink." You dig around in your <<purse>> and pull out the plastic ruler. When you give her breast a light smack she doesn't react, which is a little disappointing. If you're to get a reaction, you'll have to use more strength. You smack a little harder near the base of the breast and repeat the smacks down to the front. Once you're half way down the breast, you hear Jessie hissing through her teeth, but she doesn't saying anything. You take your supporting hand and slide it down to her nipple and give it a firm pinch while pulling it taut toward the ground. Jessie groans as you extend her nipple and you smile because you've finally gotten a significant reaction. You smack it in the middle and it wobbles back and forth since the only thing holding in place is your grip on the nipple. As you smack it all over, you're diligent about hitting every part of it so each piece gets a taste of the ruler. The nipple begins to slip from your hand so you roll your fingertips to get a better grip as you slap the breast. It's interesting that the nipple becomes harder as you roll it. This is most likely a biological response because there's no indication that Jessie is enjoying this. In fact, she's making uncomfortable noises whenever you go over a part that you've previously hit. "Mmm," you moan. "See? I made it nice and pink. Just like I promised." Without letting go of the nipple, you use the back of your other hand to pet the pink skin and notice how warm it is. <<linkreplace "Smack her really hard." t8n>>\ <<set $jessie_hard_breast_torture to true>>\ "Ready?" you ask. "I'm going to give you the hardest one yet." You pause to cherish the sound of Jessie's whimper. Her breathing rate increases to the point you think she might hyperventilate. "1.. 2.. 3.." You give it 3 light taps as you count. Then the ruler makes a whoosh sound through the air as you give it the most powerful blow you're capable of. The force is so hard it pulls the nipple from your fingertips and the breast swings back and forth in freefall. Jessie yelps in pain which makes you bite your lower lip and smile. She whines and her arms and legs tremble to take her mind off of the pain. "Oooh," you say as you pull the jiggling breast toward you and inspect. "I gave it a cute little mark there." You're referring to a dark pink, rectangular strip of skin across her breast. You pet it with your index and middle finger which gives Jessie a little time to catch her breath. The breast flops as you release it. You give it two rapid fire blows in the center and notice the temporary indent your ruler makes as it connects: Her breast is so large it folds around the ruler as you whack it. "Ack!" she groans. You pause and watch it shake. This heavy orb attached to Jessie's body must make it challenging to hold her balance. You're impressed as how well she's doing. She continues to shake her body to deal with the pain which makes her free breast flop around. The new mark is becoming visible. It's darker than the previous one because you hit the same place twice. You were going to be merciful and give Jessie some time to recover from the pain, but you realize she's not going to stop shaking any time soon and you're getting impatient. Pinching the nipple to hold it in place, you smack the breast again as hard as you can. One of her knees buckles and she drops an elbow to the ground. Mrs. Ball comes over and yells at her like a drill sergeant to get back into position. <<if $fp_nipple>>As she tries to get up, you pinch her nipple and hold it in place so she has to pull against it to get back to where she was. She grunts as she plays a painful game of tug of war against your hand. Her arm shakes in pain until she locks her elbow straight. You doubt her nipple has ever been pulled this far before. She gasps and breathes a sigh of relief as you release her nipple and <<else>>You <</if>>grab the topside of the breast again and inspect it. Mrs. Ball points at the breast, looks at you, and smiles. "I noticed that," you say as you smile back at her. You're both referring to a splotchy bruise on the middle of her breast that's becoming even more purple before your eyes. That last smack must have been harder than you thought. <<linkreplace "See how tender that bruise is" t8n>>You nod your chin to Mrs. Ball to make sure she's paying attention to what you're about to do next. You turn your attention down to the pink and purple globe in your hand and make a fist, stick your thumb out, and press it firmly into the bruise. To increase the pain, you twist your thumb as you dig it in deeper. "Gah!" she yells as she shifts the weight on her hips and tries to pull her breast away from your hand. You tighten your grip on her breast and pull it back toward you. "Tck, tck, tck," you chide as you dig your thumb in deeper. "Don't be selfish and try to take it away from me. This is for me, too, you know." You dig in a few seconds and Jessie begins to shake her body again and scream in pain. "Shh," you say with a calming tone. You remove your thumb from the bruise and gently pet her tender skin. You're convinced her breast has been adequately punished.<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<if $fp_nipple>>[[Allow Mrs. Ball to dish out the nipple torture punishment->UniformBreastInspection6]] <</if>>[[Jesse's suffered enough. Stop the punishment.->UniformBreastInspectionRulerStop]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You spanked her breast with a ruler in Mrs. Ball's class.">>

You hold the beast in both hands and sympathetically massage it. Mrs. Ball has a greedy look on her face and a clothespin in her hand. You frown and say to her, "I'm sorry to disappoint, but I think she's had enough for one day." Mrs. Ball looks furious but she knows you overrule her on these matters. "You can stand up now," you tell Jessie. She slowly gets up and her shirt falls down to cover her chest. <<if $jessie_hard_breast_torture>>You see tear stains all over her shirt and her face is bright red. <</if>>She reaches under her shirt and carefully puts her breast back into her bra. <<if $jessie_hard_breast_torture>>The wince on her face tells you how tender you've made it.<</if>> "Now, what do we say when someone does something nice for you like gets you out of nipple torture?" She pouts, looks at the other students, then back at you. You worry she's about to cry. "Thank you?" You smile back at her cheerfully. "You're welcome! Try to be more careful next time, though. I won't always be around to protect you like this." She looks to the ground and her hands tighten into a fist. You lift her chin with your finger to make eye contact. "Are you OK, dear? You look a little upset." She shakes her head and sniffs. "No, ma'am." "Good." You turn to Mrs. Ball. "Well, I must be going now. Remember, Jessie has served her punishment. There better be a good explanation if I hear that she was punished again today." This makes Mrs. Ball grit her teeth, but she nods in acknowledgement. [[Office->UnlockUniformPolicyChange]]<<chardetail "Jessie" "You prevented Mrs. Ball from torturing her nipple.">><<chardetail "Mrs. Ball" "You prevented her from torturing Jessie's nipple.">>

<<if hasVisited("LunaAutoFellatio", "UnlockEngineering") and (not $finished_face_painting)>>\ [[Visit Ms. Monet right before class ends.->TransBukakke]] <</if>>\

<<set $finished_face_painting to true>>\ As Ms. Monet is wrapping up, you enter her class with a smile on your face and whisper into her ear. She bites her lower lip, grins, then whispers back, "All of them? On Luna?" Although the students can't hear your conversation, it's clear they're concerned about what's being said. When you nod, Ms. Monet calls out all the trans girls' names. "Bailey, Luna, Lucy, Tiffany, and Fifa. I want you five to stick around after class, OK?" They collectively reply, "Yes, ma'am." The unnamed students can relax, but you enjoy watching the trans girls squirm in their seats as the last few minutes of class pass. When the bell rings, the unnamed students can't get out of there soon enough. Soon, the only people left in the room are the trans girls, Ms. Monet, and you. Ms. Monet looks eager to explain so you let her do the honors. She bends forward and clasps her hands as she says, "Principal $name had a wonderful idea for an extracurricular activity and I thought you'd all be interested in earning some extra credit. Doesn't that sound nice?" Tiffany swallows hard and they all say, "Yes, ma'am." She continues, "Would you like to know what it is?" They nod with frowns on their faces. Ms. Monet darts toward Luna and grabs her hand. She pulls her out of her chair while saying, "Come here, dear," and has Luna kneel on the floor while facing the other girls. She blinks rapidly and licks her lips as Ms. Monet lifts her chin toward the ceiling. Ms. Monet whispers to Luna, "Just like that," then stands behind her and massages Luna's tense shoulders. "There." She looks at the other four and says, "Now I know it's a little rudimentary, but we were thinking we could do a little face painting, hm?" Fifa cocks her head and Lucy scratches her chin as she squints. They're not getting it. "Here," Ms. Monet says as she runs to Lucy and pulls her over to Luna's side. She touches parts of Luna's face as she says, "You could paint her cheek or her forehead or..." She opens Luna's mouth by pushing down on her chin then says, "Her tongue is part of her face too, right?" Then with a devious grin, she adds, "You four could paint her tongue." Before you have a chance to tell if they understand, Ms. Monet waves the others over and they form a standing semicircle around Luna. "You all want to paint her face, right? For extra credit? You want to paint it white?" She smiles and nods at them eagerly, encouraging them to say yes. "White?" Bailey asks. "Come now," Ms. Monet continues. "Bailey, show us your 'paint brush'." She lifts up the front of her skirt and you can see the imprint of her bulge in her panties. "Yours is my favorite." The bulge doesn't leave much to the imagination. You can tell that her flaccid penis extends just a little past the testicles because the ridge of her glans leaves a crescent shaped imprint underneath them. If you look at the sides of the panties, you can even see a small portion of her scrotum peeking out. Bailey is second only to Luna when it comes to penis size, so her package is not very well contained. Bailey blushes and says, "Yes, ma'am," then she starts pulling off her panties. Ms. Monet grins as she bites on her index fingertip then says, "The rest of you, too. You all want extra credit, right?" They frown as they say, "Yes, ma'am." "Skirts, too. They'll only get in the way." Soon, all the girls except for Luna are bottomless. Once the girls get hard, the face painting can begin. [[Ms. Monet has this under control so you go back to your office.->Office]] [[You're going to stick around to watch the face painting. Maybe there's even some way you can contribute.->TransBukakke2]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "All the other trans girls came on her face in Ms. Monet's class.">>\ <<chardetail "Bailey" "Bailey came on Luna’s face in Ms. Monet's class.">>\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "Lucy came on Luna’s face in Ms. Monet's class.">>\ <<chardetail "Tiffany" "Tiffany came on Luna’s face in Ms. Monet's class.">>\ <<chardetail "Fifa" "Fifa came on Luna’s face in Ms. Monet's class.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She ran a class where all the trans girls came on Luna's face.">>

"Oh, that's lovely," Ms. Monet mutters as she grabs Fifa's bronzed wrist and maneuvers her hand to her own penis. When Fifa wraps her hand around its softness, Ms. Monet shakes with a frenzied motion until Fifa does it on her own without help. "You too, Bailey," she says as she reaches for her wrist and helps her stroke. She takes a step back, smiles, and puts her hands on her hips when she sees the other girls start without provocation. After she notices each girl is standing a few steps back from Luna, she puts her finger to her lip and says "Hmm." As they stroke their flaccid members, Ms. Monet stands behind each of them and pushes her towards Luna as if she were arranging chess pieces on a board. Once she's done, they're all standing directly over Luna's open mouth with their penises mere inches away from her face. "Oh yes," Ms. Monet whispers. "That's very nice." With the tip of her finger, she pushes down on the top of Bailey's soft shaft, making it lay across Luna's right cheek and upper lip. There's a slight tremble in her voice when she asks Luna, "Nice, right? Is it warm?" Luna closes her eyes as she says, "Yes, ma'am." She keeps them closed after she answers. Without lifting her finger, Ms. Monet smiles at Fifa. "Where are you going to paint?" "I... uh, wherever you want me to, ma'am." "No, no," Ms. Monet replies with a smile. "I want you to be creative with your assignment." She tickles the underside of Fifa's shaft with a curled finger. Fifa doesn't react to it much, other than her eyes widen slightly. "I could give you all fun ideas, though. You could paint tears, if you shoot by her eyes. You, um, you could, uh, give her little cat whiskers if you shoot down her cheek. But, I want you to decide." She lets go of the penis she's pinned down and waits for them to call out where they want to paint, but nobody's forthcoming, so she smiles and says, "That's OK if you don't want to tell me. I love surprises." You interject, "I want each of you to paint Luna's tongue with at least one spurt." A soft whine escapes Luna's throat, but she doesn't protest in any other way. "Yes, ma'am," the rest of the girls says. You take a few steps closer and notice most of the girls are semi-hard now. Ms. Monet bends over to Luna's level and says, "How'd you like to be my little assistant by cleaning my brushes, hm? Stick out your tongue and wiggle it side to side." Without opening her eyes, she tries to say "Yes, ma'am" without closing her mouth, then she arcs her shiny tongue up and out past her perfectly white teeth and makes it dance back and forth between the two corners of her mouth. Ms. Monet looks at the other four and says, "I want each of you to take turns getting your brush cleaned by our little assistant here. But don't be too greedy, OK? You can go multiple times, but don't go for longer than a few seconds." They say, "Yes, ma'am," but nobody does anything so Ms. Monet adds that she'll leave it up to them to coordinate. Tiffany goes first. When Luna's tongue first slides under the insignificant penis, Luna's closed eyes wince and her jaw closes a bit. The tiny thing lifts under the tip of the tongue and, due to it's small size and the angle at which Tiffany stands, runs across the majority of the sensitive part of the shaft. Tiffany slowly closes her eyes and lets the tongue cross back and forth over it, making it bounce up and down each time Luna's tongue reaches a corner of her mouth. After about 4 oscillating licks, Tiffany opens her eyes and takes a step back. With her it's always difficult to tell, but she looks fully hard. In an uncoordinated act, Bailey steps in at the same time as Lucy which causes Lucy's shaft to slide on top of Bailey's. Since Bailey is noticeably wider, there's a brief moment where Lucy's member rests completely on top of it. Lucy gasps, apologizes, then backs up, pulling her sensitive underside across the top of Bailey's shaft as she does so. Luna is able to get a few good licks in on Bailey as this whole thing transpires. You walk over to Ms. Monet and cup your hand as you whisper into her ear, "Notice how Lucy immediately got hard after that? I think she likes frotting." "Frotting?" she asks. "That's when two penises come in direct contact with each other." "Ah." "Maybe we could have another class where we explore that more?" She starts giggling then says, "Absolutely!" It takes 3 rotations through everyone for all the girls to get hard. Soon after, Ms. Monet says, "We're going to get to face painting soon, but seeing you girls standing like that gave me a crazy idea for some performance art. Would you mind if we took a small detour?" Everyone, including Luna, shake their heads. [[Continue.->TransBukakke3]]\ <<chardetail "Lucy" "She got hard from frotting Bailey during the face painting class.">>

Ms. Monet says, "OK, Luna, put your tongue back in your mouth." Once her tongue disappears, she opens her eyes again and looks at everything but the penises by her face. It seems some painting already occurred ahead of schedule because there's a small bead of pre-cum on her cheek you hadn't noticed before. "This is going to look so beautiful," Ms. Monet says. "I'll probably need to take a picture." She pushes the small of Fifa's back toward Luna as she says, "Everyone get as close as you can." The heads of the 4 girls' penises move toward a center point directly above Luna's mouth, until they can go no further without colliding into each other: Each girl's glans touches against the penis head of the girl on their left and the girl on their right. Since there's four of them, there's a square gap in the center about a centimeter in size. Lucy seems to be leaking pre-cum profusely and a couple of the drops are running down Luna's cheek. Ms. Monet slumps as she sighs, then says, "That's so beautiful." She mutters under her breath, "4 dicks touching." Bolting to her desk returning with a camera, she takes some birds-eye view photos of the art. "Keep them hard, please. Bailey, you can pinch your nipples if you need t... Oh, gosh. I have a great idea!" "What?" you ask. Instead of answering, she instructs the girls. "OK everyone, we're going to lower this shape onto Luna's lips." Luna closes her eyes. "And Luna, I want you to stick your tongue out, OK? Pass it right through that little square in the center, honey." Ms. Monet eyes sparkle as she watches the soft pink tip of Luna's tongue slowly poke through and extend through the lewd shape. Fifa hisses and you see why: The tip of her pee hole ended up hugging the tongue on both sides. Once she shifts her hips and fixes the problem, you notice that Lucy's pre-cum has been effectively licked off by Luna as her tongue slid by and is trickling down a side of the tongue back toward Lucy's cheek. <<linkreplace "You'd like to give Luna a French kiss." t8n>>\ You say, "I, um, I'd like to contribute if I may?" Ms. Monet extends her arm toward the group and says, "By all means!" Standing between two trans girls, you hold your hair back in one hand as you bend down to the tongue. The tip of it glistens under the school lights as Luna strains to keep it extended as far as she can, and gives it the appearance that it's undulating against the penis heads. Once you wrap your lips around the tip you immediately taste the salty flavor of pre-cum. The tongue is soft and slimy, and as soon as your pucker, it's pushed out of your mouth. You open your jaw wide, to suck on more at once, and when your lips close, you feel them brush against the back of the ridges of the circumcised penis heads. You suckle once, pulling the tongue toward you and make Luna moan without closing her mouth. Your nostrils fill with the fragrance of sperm. You pull your head up without reducing suction, making a slurping sound until it pops out of your mouth, then you tease it a little by licking the tip of it with yours. Soon you realize you can play a little game where you bump your tongue into Luna's and make it push into a penis head. You wrap your mouth around the tip and circle your head to make it brush against all the girls. You feel a little flush when you lift your head. Maybe it's because of the lewd scene you just partook in, or maybe you're just feeling woozy from bending over for that long. You catch Ms. Monet's eye and she grins and points at the corner of her mouth. "Oops," you say as you lick the corner of your lip and feel a warm glob of sperm with a gel-like consistency. You grin at Lucy and she looks away from you, but you notice there's fresh pre-cum oozing out of her tip.<</linkreplace>> "OK," Ms. Monet says, "I think I got enough photos of that. Thank you so much, Luna. You can close your mouth now, if you'd like." The 4 girls back up a step and Luna grimaces when she sticks her tongue back into her mouth. She puckers her lips <<if $fp_spit>>and lets her spit dribble out,<</if>> then wipes her sleeve on her face to get the juices off. You ask Luna, "You don't like the taste, do you?" When she finishes, she frowns and says, "No ma'am." Ms. Monet chuckles and says, "I think that's normal at first. It's slimy and sticks in your throat and..." She interrupts herself with a shiver of disgust. "It's more about what it represents. It's- it's..." she looks around the room to find the right words. With a sweeping gesture, she blurts, "It's tangible lust! Just look..." She walks over to Lucy and bends over to point at her dripping penis. "We turned her on so much, she literally can't contain herself. It's like a, uh, uh, a 'thank you'! But the best part is, you know it's completely genuine. It's 'Thank you for being so attractive' or 'Thank you for touching me in a way that I really, really like'. And, look at the way she's blushing." Pointing this out only makes Lucy blush more. "See? There's vulnerability there. With her body, she's told us she likes us, but we haven't told her we like her back, yet." The girls squint as they listen and it's not clear if they understand or agree. As your smile wavers you think might be in the same boat. Ms. Monet clicks her tongue and shakes her head. "I'm really struggling to find the right words here. But the point is this, when you swallow it..." Ms. Monet rubs a curled finger under Lucy's penis to detach a dangling thread from it. A sticky bead swings from Ms. Monet's fingertip like a pendulum as she brings it over to Luna while holding her palm underneath it to ensure it doesn't fall to the floor as she moves. Luna's eyes grow wide as Ms. Monet gets closer. "...the gesture shows her, 'I like you too'. And it's just as genuine. More genuine than the words alone." Ms. Monet jerks her chin up to tell Luna to open her mouth. Luna's nostrils flair and she inhales deeply, hesitating before she obeys the command. The sticky bead still swings as Ms. Monet lowers it into Luna's mouth and whispers, "Don't gag. You'll hurt her feelings." As the fingertip disappears into Luna's mouth, her lips wrap around the middle knuckle, then Ms. Monet slowly retracts her finger. Luna closes her eyes and concentrates as Ms. Monet pets Luna's throat and coos but Luna groans as she strains to swallow. She exhales forcefully then looks up at Lucy, flashing a faux smile. Ms. Monet frowns, then whispers, "Thank you for trying," to Luna. "Like I said, it's normal at first. I think you just need practice." She opens Luna's mouth and waves Fifa to come closer, saying, "Let's have you paint, first." [[Continue.->TransBukakke4]]

The 4 trans girls stroke themselves to keep hard while Fifa goes first. Ms. Monet says, "If any of you need to 'paint' before Fifa, you just jump in front of the line, OK?" They nod. Ms. Monet kneels on the floor beside Luna and Fifa. Fifa's balls droop and swing back and forth as she masturbates so Ms. Monet reaches up to caress the scrotum. After a few tender strokes, you see the scrotum firm up and become tight, but Ms. Monet doesn't stop petting. Soon, Fifa closes her eyes and breathes heavy. Ms. Monet rolls the testicles around her fingertips and says, "Remember what Principal $name said. You must paint her tongue with at least one spurt." She grins as she adds, "But, you can paint with more than one if you want." Fifa starts exhaling short, huffy breaths and you sense an orgasm is eminent, so you stand on the other side of them, across from Ms. Monet, to get a better view. Luna can sense it too, you think, because she blinks rapidly and her chin trembles. With a shaky breath, Fifa whispers, "Cumming." She says it with such timidness, it's as if she's speaking to herself. Upon hearing those words, Ms. Monet reaches behind Fifa's bottom and around Luna's shoulder and pulls them closer together to reduce the risk that they may miss. Fifa's knees tremble for a moment then a jet of sticky, pure-white semen shoots out of her and sprays directly into Luna's eye. Luna's reflexes kick in and she twists her neck to face Ms. Monet to avoid the next gush. In a panic, you and Ms. Monet reach for Luna's head to turn it back toward Fifa. As you do so, two spurts are wasted on Luna's clothes. Luna reaches to clean up her eye but Ms. Monet swats her hand away, pulls down on her chin, and says, "Open, please." Luna struggles to follow the direction, so Ms. Monet pulls the ejaculating Fifa closer and you lift her penis, aiming it toward Luna's mouth. When the two girls meet in the middle, Fifa's next spurt lands on Luna's upper lip and begins to trickle down into her mouth. Ms. Monet does not stop pushing them together, so the next spurt happens from directly inside Luna's mouth. Luna opens her jaw wide and you see the last two spurts of Fifa's orgasm dribble down Luna's tongue. Luna's semen filled eye is twitching rapidly in pain and her other eye is closed tight. One of her hands shakes as it hovers by her eye, but she's too afraid to wipe it since Ms. Monet swatted her hand away earlier. More worrying to you is the way her lips are moving. It looks like she's using all her restraint to avoid spitting. You gently hold her hovering hand and say, "Don't spit. But, you can swallow if you want." "Nuh-uh", she replies while shaking her head. "Suite yourself," you say. "Also, try to suppress your urge to wipe your face." "Oh, yes," Ms. Monet says "I definitely want to take pictures of your face when we're done. Don't tarnish it." You let go of Luna's hand when you feel her try to lower it, then brush her hair back to reward her for being so obedient. Fifa covers her crotch and looks away from Luna as she fidgets. As she backs away from Luna, you realize what a close call that was. Now that you can relax, you take a moment to admire the contrast between Luna's dark, African-American skin and the pearl-white semen on her face. There's a line of sperm from her cheek to the top of her eye socket. Some of it is caught in her eyelashes and glues them together in a nasty mess. Unlike Lucy's, it doesn't have too strong of a smell. You look around and see that Bailey looks about ready, but you decide to mix it up a bit and call both her and Lucy over at the same time. "Why don't you two have a little sword fight," you say. Ms. Monet squeals, "Oh, that's so charming! Yes, please do that." Bailey looks around, purses her lips, and asks, "What's that mean?" Ms. Monet says, "It means, you two get to rub your two 'paintbrushes' together." Lucy goes beet red and looks away while Bailey says, "Yes, ma'am." They stand shoulder to shoulder over Luna's twitching face and rub the sides of their penises together. Lucy's scrotum instantly contracts, but Bailey, who was close to the edge before she came forward, starts ejaculating first. She leans her hips into Luna and places her penis on the side of her bottom lip. You're glad she's considerate enough to leave enough room for Lucy to shoot in the mouth, too. The first spurt hit her chin, but the next one shoots onto her nose. In the middle of Bailey's orgasm, Lucy starts orgasming, too. Her first stream shoots straight ahead and completely overshoots Luna's face. You push down on the top of it so the next one hits its mark, but you aim too low and it shoots directly under Luna's chin, making a 'zzz' noise as it strikes with unusual force. After adjusting your aim, the next one shoots directly into the back of Luna's throat, almost making her gag. Now that Lucy's correctly aligned, they're both ejaculating in Luna's mouth at the same time. Bailey's almost done with her orgasm, so her semen is dribbling out and landing on Luna's tongue. Lucy, on the other hand, has such strength behind her spurts that it keeps hitting the back of Luna's throat. Although Bailey started sooner, they both finish around the same time. Bailey looks like she's feeling a little guilty as she backs up, but Lucy is still blushing and you catch her occasionally glance at Bailey from that point on. Tiffany's the last one up. You're a little concerned as she doesn't seem to be as ready as her peers were when they stepped forward. The whole place smells of semen and at this point Luna has lines and globs of it all over her face. One of her eyes is twitching, the other is closed shut, but you no longer fear she may spit it out. The semen on Luna's cheeks slowly crawls down her face and all your hear is Tiffany's huffs as she strokes herself. Unlike the sounds coming from Tiffany, Luna's breath seems slow and controlled. Perhaps she's adjusted to having a sticky face. As you wait for Tiffany to finish, you can't help but notice Ms. Monet staring at Luna's face and biting her lip. "What? What is it," you ask her. She blushes, looks at the floor, and fidgets instead of replying, then she bites her lip again. You squint as you try to read her emotions. Sighing, she looks toward you without looking into your eyes. "OK, I'm not proud of this, but..." She kneels down at the side of Luna's face and licks from her ear, to her eye, to the bridge of her nose, collecting all the girl semen onto her tongue along the way. Her tongue a poor job of lapping it up. It thins and spreads the semen across her face. Luna winces as it happens, but she doesn't turn away. With a smile and her tongue hanging out of her mouth, Ms. Monet shows you and the students her prize. Tiffany strokes faster when she sees how her teacher's tongue looks like it's been coated in marble. When Ms. Monet stands back up she swallows as she rolls her eyes. "Ah, so good." Tiffany groans as she strokes faster and begins to orgasm. Her tiny penis has a bad case of phimosis, and her foreskin blocks the sperm from shooting out like the other girls. She holds her tip a few inches above Luna's mouth and lets all the thick goop drip in. After a few spurts, Ms. Monet moves her tongue under the penis and lets the warm sperm drop on her tongue, first. The globs slide off on either side and collect underneath it, then drip off into Luna's mouth. Ms. Monet looks up into Tiffany's eyes and smiles at her until Tiffany finishes her orgasm then she swallows and whispers, "Good girl," to Tiffany. You say, "That's everyone, I think." A pool of sperm and saliva fills 2/3rd of Luna's mouth. You look down at her messy face and ask, "Would you like to swallow it all at once?" As she shakes her head without opening her eyes, a little bubble floats to the top of the thick liquid and pops. You sigh then smile. "I was hoping you'd say that." You walk to Ms. Monet's desk and say, "Ms. Monet, did Ms. Tink deliver anything recently?" You search through her drawers without permission, finding photos that would disturb any other principal you know of. "Ah," you say. "Here it is." You hold up a ball gag. Ms. Monet smiles and says, "Yes, she gave that to me when she introduced herself. Said she was dropping them off at all the classes." You hold it out from your arms as you slowly walk back to Luna. She opens her one good eye wide and her nostrils flare as you get closer. You say, "You don't have to swallow. But I really would like for you to get used to having it in your mouth, at least. Maybe it'll help you warm up to the idea of swallowing in the future." [[Continue.->TransBukakke5]]

As you move to Luna, Ms. Monet rubs her shoulder in an attempt calm her, but Ms. Monet isn't doing a good job of containing her own excitement. You place the ball gag over Luna's mouth and a concoction of sperm <<if $fp_spit>>and spit spill<<else>>spills<</if>> out at both sides of her mouth and slides down the sides of her neck. Luna's eyebrows pinch together and her one good eye pleads with you as you fasten the latch on the gag to hold it in place. [img[images/trans_bukakke.png]] It's a little tricky since you can't see what you're doing, but when you get it you smile and take a step back. Ms. Monet rubs Luna's shoulder even faster and says, "Oh, that looks so adorable. Come." She grabs both of Luna's hands and lifts her to a standing position then picks up her camera and starts taking photos. "You look beautiful right now. I think, you could be a fashion model or something." Her face shines with semen<<if $fp_spit>> and spit,<</if>> and she closes her eyes to try to escape from the humiliation. Occasionally, her lips will squeeze around the red ball of the gag and you hear a slurping sound, but, she's unable to swallow. Eventually, the liquid builds up in her mouth and she starts drooling semen. "Oh, lovely," Ms. Monet giggles as she sees it and takes a zoomed in shot of the drool. "What do you think, girls? Doesn't Luna look gorgeous right now?" Only Lucy nods, the rest of them give an unconvincing, "Yes, ma'am." Ms. Monet puts her palm on Luna's face then circles it, spreading all the semen and drool everywhere, including into her one good eye. You hear Luna groan behind the ball gag and take a blind step backward. Ms. Monet says, "Sorry, sorry. I just thought it would be a better picture." The camera clicks a few times and now it looks like she's wearing a shiny face mask. "Wonderful. If you can, try to smile a bit." While Ms. Monet continues to take photos, you ask the other girls, "Does anyone know Luna's next class?" They all shake their heads. "Luna, what's your next class? Is it PE?" She shakes her head. "Math?" She nods. "Great. I'll walk you there." Ms. Monet pouts then says, "Can I take photos of her in the hall?" You smile and nod at her. Before you leave the classroom, Ms. Monet writes notes for the 5 girls to excuse them for being late. Luna crumples hers in her hand as you slowly walk her to Mrs. Eigen's math class. With Luna's temporary blindness, you have to guide her the whole way by her other hand, and the journey is made slower by Ms. Monet who keeps stopping you and making Luna pose. Once you get to Mrs. Eigen's door, Ms. Monet thanks you and says she better go back to her class. As you push Luna through the doors, the class goes quiet as they stare at her. Mrs. Eigen is the last to notice and slowly stops in the middle of her sentence when she sees what all the other students are looking at. "Sorry to interrupt your class," you say. "I believe Luna has a note for you." She lifts up the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, but she's a few feet away from Mrs. Eigen. The teacher turns white and tilts her head back as she slowly walks toward Luna to grab the note. Her mouth silently moves as she reads then she looks up at you. "It just says to excuse her. I'm kind of afraid to ask, but why was she late?" As you guide Luna to an empty desk, you say, "We were face painting in Ms. Monet's class." You sit her down and whisper into Luna's ear, "You can clean your face off after this class, OK?" Her lips move around the ball gag as she gurgles and nods, drool spilling off her chin. The other students lean away when they see how her shirt is wet with semen and drool, but they're unable to take their eyes off her. You smile at Mrs. Eigen and say, "She can't see right now, but maybe she'll learn by listening." You stand up and walk out of the classroom as Mrs. Eigen says, "Uh..." On your way back to your office, you notice there are little shiny drops of semen that lead back to Ms. Monet's class. [[Office]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "You put a ball gag in her mouth after all the trans girls came in it.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She licked some cum off Luna's face during the face painting class.">>\ <<chardetail "Mrs. Eigen" "After the trans girls came on Luna's face in Ms. Monet's class, you dropped her off at Mrs. Eigen's class.">>\

<<set $finished_kira_forced_feeding to true>>\ <<set $kira_force_feeding to true>>\ It's between classes and you decide to pay Mrs. Ball a visit. Since the door happens to be open, you see yourself in, but even when you're standing at her side, she doesn't notice your presence. She's just looking down at the floor and smiling. You clear your throat to get her attention and she jerks her head back with her eyes wide open. When she sees you, her expression softens. "Jesus, $name, you scared the hell out of me." She clears her throat and takes a step toward you, standing tall as if to intimidate. When you hear a rustling behind her, you realize you misread her intentions. She's not trying to intimidate you, she's trying to block your view. "What is that," you ask as you look over her shoulder. You catch a glimpse of a bare bottom looking back at you from under the desk. The person's on all fours, sitting on their heels with their shorts and underwear at their knees. You can't see who it is because their front half is hidden under the desk, but their bottom looks to be on the plump side. "Is that Kira?" you ask Mrs. Ball. There's a timid, "Yes," from under the desk. "What is that smell," you ask, crinkling your nose. At first it offends your senses, but then you realize it's just because the fragrance is so out of place. "Is that chocolate?" Kira says, "Mhm," as she backs out from under the desk and reveals a chocolate muffin in her hand. She holds it down by her crotch as she frowns and avoids eye contact, but when she notices Mrs. Ball glaring at her, Kira cowers and puts herself back under the table. So many questions. Why is she bottomless? Why is she under the desk? Why is she holding a chocolate muffin? You furrow your brow at Mrs. Ball and say, "What's going on here?" Mrs. Ball grunts and looks frustrated by your question, but then she sighs and says, "If you must know, this little piggy is the least athletic student I've ever had the displeasure of teaching. She's last every day in laps, she can't return anything when we play volleyball..." You cross your arms. "She's worthless. I've completely given up on her. Yesterday, I told her she doesn't get to go to gym class anymore, and as you can see, I've given her a task much more suitable to her talents." You scoff as you throw your arms out. "You've got her eating muffins off the floor!" "Exactly!" Mrs. Ball yells. "She's eaten 2 already. The other girls got to enjoy PE without being slowed down by Pudgy over here, and she gets to do what she does best: Eat." You slap your hands on your thighs and scoff. "Where did you even get these muffins?" "There's a whole stash of them in the storage locker." You're about to yell that she shouldn't be in there, but you get distracted by Kira's bare bottom. "Why are her-" "-Well," Mrs. Ball interrupts, "it is a punishment after all, isn't it?" A smirk grows on her face. "If all she had to do was eat, it'd be a reward." [[This is wrong. Kira's doing the best she can. Stop this punishment and let her join the other girls in PE class.->KiraForcedFeedingStopped]] [[Maybe it's not as bad as it seems. Besides, Mrs. Ball's free to punish her students however she pleases. Stick around and supervise.->KiraForcedFeeding2]]\ <<chardetail "Mrs. Ball" "She force fed Kira.">>\ <<chardetail "Kira" "She was force fed by Mrs. Ball.">>

<<set $kira_force_feeding to false>>\ "This is perverse, even for me," you say. "I won't have you force feeding one of my students like a farm animal." You walk around Mrs. Ball and pat Kira on the bottom. When she sticks her head out from under the table you notice a smudge of chocolate on the corner of her lip. <<include "KiraForcedFeedingStopped">>

Mrs. Ball grits her teeth as she says, "I thought you wanted me to be creative with my students." "I still do, but I never said I was giving you carte blanche. Come here, Kira." You lift her up by her hand while she swallows a bit of muffin. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, I'm alright. Really full, though." When she stands, her shorts slide to her ankles and she covers her nudity with the muffin. "Can I put my pants back on?" "Of course, dear," you say. As you walk past Mrs. Ball, she stops you. "Wait a second." She storms toward Kira and makes her wince by snatching the half eaten muffin out of her hand. "That's my muffin." Once you and Kira are out of the office, you hear Mrs. Ball toss it into the trash. When you're out of Mrs. Ball's earshot, you say "Don't listen to her. Some people just aren't great at sports. It doesn't mean you're worthless." Kira nods and tries to muster a smile. She looks a little green. [[Walk Kira to her next class then go back to your office.->Office]] <<if $fp_vomit>>[[Maybe you should take Kira to the nurse.->NurseKiraVomit]]<</if>>

You fold your arms and say, "I haven't made my up mind yet about what you're doing here. If you don't mind, I'm going to supervise for a little bit." Mrs. Ball squints at you and curls her lip. It's not until you wave her away and say, "Go on, you're not getting rid of me that easy," that she sits back in her chair and pulls herself up to her desk with her knees on either side of Kira's hips. Her desk is a disorganized mess. Perhaps Mrs. Ball has some sort of system, but to you it seems strewn with trash. Under a food wrapper she picks up a stopwatch, starts the timer, and says, "You have 1 minute to finish that muffin, Kira." There's some movement under the desk, but the main thing you hear is Kira's lips smacking as she inhales the muffin. From what you saw earlier, she has 2/3rds of it left and it's a pretty big muffin. You raise an eyebrow and ask, "What happens if she doesn't finish it on time?" Mrs. Ball swivels in her chair, grins at you, and says, "Then I help her eat the rest." Before you can ask her to elaborate, Kira reaches back from under the desk and taps Mrs. Ball's calf. Mrs. Ball swivels to face her and says, "48 seconds. Pretty good but about 10 seconds slower than last time and you've got 2 more muffins to go. Think you can make it?" Mrs. Ball reaches for another prepackaged muffin, tears it open, then drops it on the floor. Kira groans as she picks it up. For a moment all you can hear is Kira's heavy breathing, but when you hear the beep of Mrs. Ball's stopwatch, Kira knows what to do. She gorges herself as fast as she can on the muffin and strains to swallow every bite. The muffins are huge and you don't think you could eat more than one of them in a single sitting, let alone without anything to wash it down. Clearly, the odds are stacked against her. The smacking noise slows and Mrs. Ball teases by saying, "Uh oh, slowing down already? It's not looking good." Kira starts whine. "I can't... it's too much." Mrs. Ball just grins and says, "20 more seconds." "I can't!" "10 more seconds." You hear Kira take another bite and chew. "5." Kira whimpers, then says, "I can't," with her mouth full. She sounds defeated. [[Continue.->KiraForcedFeeding3]]

Mrs. Ball stops her watch and scoots back in her chair. "Time's up. Why don't you come up. Show me and Principal $name how close you got." She stands up, holding half a muffin in her hand. "That's it?" Mrs. Ball asks. She blows a raspberry then says, "You're holding out on me." Kira whimpers and shakes her head while she looks at the floor. Her mouth is still full of muffin and some of it is smudged on her lip and the tip of her nose. Unlike before, she doesn't try to hide her nudity, she just rubs her stomach with her free hand. Her bare vulva is so plump it hides any trace of her clit or her inner lips. In some way you can't quite put your finger on, there's something extra humiliating about the way she still has her shirt on with her panties by her knees. If it weren't for the muffin in her hand, she'd look like someone who just received a spanking. "Yeah you are," Mrs. Ball insists. She slaps her thigh and says, "Hop on, you'll see." Kira slumps and whines a bit before sitting perpendicular to Mrs. Ball's thighs. Mrs. Ball grunts as Kira sits down and says, "My, my. You're a big girl, aren't you?" Mrs. Ball grabs both sides of Kira's jaw from under her chin and moves it up and down until she swallows the bite that's already in her mouth. "See," Mrs. Ball says, "I knew you could eat more." She grabs the muffin from Kira's hand and holds it up to Kira's lips. "Take a bite." Kira shakes her head and furrows her brow. "Nuh-uh." "I said take a bite!" Kira slumps and rolls her eyes before she groans and does as ordered. As Mrs. Ball moves Kira's jaw up and down, Kira seems to stare off into the distance. She makes Kira chew a few more times before Mrs. Ball starts rubbing her throat and it coerces Kira to swallow. When the muffin is placed at her mouth again, Kira's only complaint, if you can even call it that, is a loud exhale through her nose before she starts chewing. Her eyes droop as she eats. "There we go," Mrs. Ball says with a satisfied smile as she bounces Kira on her knee. The movement jostles Kira's eyes back open and the way she stares through the wall reminds you of a cow chewing cud. "You know, Kira, I'm really starting to enjoy your attitude." Kira slowly nods up and down as her eyes get droopy again. [[This is going too far. Get Kira out of there and stop Mrs. Ball from force feeding her in the future.->KiraForcedFeedingStoppedOnLap]] [[Continue.->KiraForcedFeeding4]]

<<set $kira_force_feeding to false>>\ "Alright, that's enough," you say. Kira barely reacts but Mrs. Ball squints at you with her head cocked to the side. "What's enough," she asks. "She's eaten enough. I'm getting her out of here." <<include "KiraForcedFeedingStopped">>

Mrs. Ball makes Kira take another bite before she's even had a chance to swallow the lump that's already in her mouth. As she struggles to chew, her cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk and she has to tilt her head back to keep the spongy cake contained within her mouth. She chomps on the muffin for a while, but there's so much in her mouth that she's unable to swallow. On seeing this, Mrs. Ball 'helps' by pushing her index finger into Kira's mouth. Mrs. Ball's gentle enough to avoid choking or gagging Kira, but her eyes bug out once the first knuckle of the finger disappears into her mouth. The slow pressure of her finger seems to speed up the swallowing process somewhat. When there's barely enough room for another bite, Mrs. Ball holds up the muffin again. Kira tries to take a nibble, but Mrs. Ball has other plans. She jams the rest of the muffin into her mouth. There's not enough room for it to fit in Kira's mouth so Mrs. Ball holds her palm against it to keep it in place. For a brief moment Kira reaches up as if she's going to pull the hand away, but then her whole body slumps and she accepts her fate. Little by little, Mrs. Ball pushes the food down her gullet and after what feels like 3 minutes, the last bite of the muffin is gone. Mrs. Ball beams as she wipes a crumb off Kira's nose and says, "That was wonderful!" She wraps her arms behind Kira's body and bounces her a few times. "I'll let you take a little break before we work on the last one, hm?" "What?" Kira says as her eyes begin to water. Her lower jaw begins to tremble, then she places her forehead on Mrs. Ball's chest and begins to sob. "Hey, hey, hey," Mrs. Ball says as she pulls Kira's head off her chest and looks her in her eyes. "I was just kidding. You couldn't eat any more even if you wanted to." Kira sniffles and wipes her eye with the heel of her hand. "You mean it?" After raising a hand in the air, Mrs. Ball says, "I swear to God." Kira's chin trembles again and she hides her face in Mrs. Ball's chest. "Aw, it's alright." Mrs. Ball pats Kira on the back and bounces her on her knees in a rare act of kindness. Kira says, "My stomach hurts so much," but the words are muffled by Mrs. Ball's chest. "I know, I know," Mrs. Ball says. "You did good though and you should feel proud! I bet you're twice as good an eater as anyone else in the school. Can we see that tummy?" After pinching the bottom of her nose and sniffling, Kira stands up without a word and throws her shirt haphazardly to the floor. Her legs wobble and she looks exhausted, like she might pass out at any minute, but she looks straight ahead without a hint of embarrassment. Mrs. Ball grins at you and says, "Amazing, isn't it? I think I just made myself a little slave. Well... not little." To demonstrate, Mrs. Ball sticks out her pinky, slowly slides it up Kira's slit, and wiggles it once she reaches the underside of her clitoris. When Kira's only reaction is to place her hand on Mrs. Ball's shoulder for support, Mrs. Ball starts to laugh. "Look at that! She doesn't even care." [[This is very unsettling. Let's get Kira out of here and never let Mrs. Ball do this again.->KiraForcedFeedingStopSlave]] [[Continue.->KiraForcedFeeding5]]

<<set $kira_force_feeding to false>>\ Mrs. Ball looks shocked when you grab her wrist and pull it away. You say, "This is going too far. I'm taking Kira out of here immediately and you're not to do this again." As Kira dresses herself (a task she can barely accomplish in her state), Mrs. Ball puffs up her chest and stands uncomfortably close to you. "What are you doing? You let it go this far and me touching her was the straw that broke the camel's back?" "That's right," you say. You don't give her the respect of elaborating anymore than that. Instead, you grab Kira by the arm and drag her to the hallway. [[Walk Kira to her next class then go back to your office.->Office]] <<if $fp_vomit>>[[Kira's not looking well. Maybe you should take her to the nurse.->NurseKiraVomit]]<</if>>

Mrs. Ball tickles Kira's clit for a few more seconds to prove to herself that she's really as obedient as she appears, and when she's satisfied, she shifts her attention to Kira's distended belly by circling her palm around it. Kira gives a bigger reaction to the belly rub than she ever did to the clitoral stimulation: She groans uncomfortably and winces. "Shh," Mrs. Ball says in a soothing tone. "I just want to feel how full you are." You notice when her hand reaches the bottom of the belly, Mrs. Ball sticks out her pinky and drags it across Kira's clit. After a few more circles, Kira hangs her head like she's fainted, but she still stands upright. "Pretty dang full," Mrs. Ball says as she grins at you. She reaches up and tweaks a nipple. No reaction. Without warning, Mrs. Ball swats Kira hard on her bottom and jolts her out of her trance. She gasps, rubs her butt with one hand and her belly with the other, all while looking around like she has no idea where she is. "That was fun," Mrs. Ball says. "But tomorrow's another day. I'm done with you for now." She swivels in her chair and starts doing some paperwork as if she were the principal and you were both just dismissed. You feel a wave of heat surge through you and are about to say something, but decide it's not worth fighting over. Kira needs some help so you gather her clothes and put them on her, then walk her out of Mrs. Ball's office with your arm around her back. "Are you OK," you ask. She belches into her fist then says, "Yeah... I've never been that full in my entire life. I didn't even know it was possible." "You were acting pretty strange back there. Do you remember anything?" She nods and says, "I think so. I ate so much. Too much of a good thing, ya know?" "Do you... remember anything else? Like, um, Mrs. Ball rubbing your..." You intentionally leave the ending of your sentence ambiguous, but when Kira blushes it tells you she remembers the fondling. "Yeah," she says. "That was weird, huh?" You think about replying but decide to wait for her to say the next thing. "I..." She sighs. "It's so embarrassing but I've never felt like that befo-" She burps into her fist again, pauses, then says, "Do you really want to know?" You nod and she says, "It felt weird but good. My head was all fuzzy and all I could think about was my belly. It was so full and uncomfortable and that's //all// I could think about. And then- and then... This touch down there felt like a dull ache, not like when it's, um, normally touched. The ache wasn't as strong as the feeling in my belly, but it drew some attention away from it and it felt good in that way. And then it made me feel really warm and, and, and... I dunno... It was really weird. You know how when you go to sleep and for a moment you kinda can't tell if you're dreaming or awake? It was like that. And it felt-" She doubles over and holds her belly, and when she looks up at you, grimacing. You rub her shoulder until she looks up at you and a smirk grows on her face. She sighs and says, "Do you think I'll feel like that the next time she feeds me?" You take a step back and cock your head. "You mean you want to do that again?" She looks away and shrugs. [[Walk Kira to her next class then go back to your office.->Office]] <<if $fp_vomit>>[[Kira's not looking well. Maybe you should take her to the nurse.->NurseKiraVomit]]<</if>>\ <<chardetail "Kira" "A part of her enjoyed the trance she went into when she was overfed by Mrs. Ball.">>

<<set $finished_new_swimsuits to true>>\ Before you meet Ms. Waterloo for the first time, you head to the school locker room to drop off the students' new swimsuits. When you enter the room, the students are waiting there fully clothed and in their uniforms. Now that you think about it, you kind of left them in the dark. They know there's a new swim class, but not much more beyond that. You didn't even tell them you were going to pass out swimsuits. "You probably have a lot of questions," you say, "but the new teacher could show up at any time so I have to make this quick." Extending the box in your hands, you say, "I have your new swimsuits here, I'll tell you about them in a moment. Remember, the new teacher's name is Ms. Waterloo and it's her first class of her first day, so I want you all to be extra nice to her. I don't know what she's planned for today but, whatever it is, I'd like you all to almost literally smother her with kindness and give her as much attention as you can. Ask her for lots of help. Show her how good of a swimmer you are. I want her to really like each and every one of you and for her to feel like she's welcomed. Understand?" Immediately, they nod. "Now, about these swimsuits." You look behind you to see if Ms. Waterloo is at the doorway. She's not, but she could show up at any moment. If only you'd thought of this plan earlier, but it came to you this morning. "I have to warn you, they become almost see-through when they get wet." <<if $has_mothers>>\ A mom gasps.\ <</if>>There are a lot of unhappy faces and murmurs in the crowd. "I know, I know," you say. "It's going to be rough, but... you can hide most of your body in the water. And do your best to pretend you don't even notice, OK?" Their expressions tell you they might need some motivation. You sigh then add, "If you do this for me, I'll write each and every one of you a hall pass. You can use it //once// to get out of any class you want." A student asks, "Even PE class?" When you nod, their faces light up. "Try to relax though," you say. "Besides the swimsuit issue, I think most of you are going to have a lot of fun. Oh, but before I forget, there is something 'special' I want you to do if I call on you OK?" As you explain the details, the students slowly frown again. Once you're confident everyone understands, you say, "But I want it to be a surprise. I don't know how this first class will go so I may not even ask any of you to do it, or maybe I'll ask just one. But if I call on you to do something 'special'," you say with air quotes, "you'll all remember what it is, right?" They nod again, less jovial this time. "Great. Thank you." Casey raises her hand and speaks when you point at her. "Are you going to swim with us?" <<if $mc_breasts is true>>You smile back at her. Somehow your swimsuit is even more conservative looking than the students'. <<if $mc_crotch is "penis">>It has a little frill around the waist to hide the shape of your crotch.<</if>><<else>>Obviously she noticed the longboard shorts you're wearing.<</if>> You say, "Yes, I'll probably be joining you eventually." When you're distributing the swimsuits, you hear a knock behind you. There's an African-American woman leaning against the door frame wearing a Speedo with curly, bronze, shoulder-length hair. How much of that did she hear? You feel sweat on your palms and hope your face doesn't betray your emotions when you say, "And you must be Ms. Waterloo!" Hopefully your voice didn't sound shaky there. "That's right!" she says while extending her arm to shake yours. You wipe your hand off on your swimsuit and shake her hand. "I hope I'm not intruding. I just wanted to meet my new students and introduce myself." "No, no," you say. "Have you been standing there long?" "Nope, just got here." Tension leaves your body. Thank God she didn't hear about your 'special' plan. "I'll introduce you to them once they're fully dressed. While we wait, I could show you to the pool?" "Absolutely," she says. "Just lead the way." "We repaired the pool just in time for your arrival and I haven't even seen it yet. It's through this door right here." When you're about to push through, you realize she's probably unfamiliar with most of the school. You whirl around to point at the wall on the other side of the room. "-And that door right there leads to the gym." You almost smirk when you look at her. God, she's sneaky. When you spun around her eyes darted to look into yours and you're pretty sure it's because she was eyeing a changing student. Without a trace of sarcasm, she says, "Ooh, Principal and tour guide," then punctuates the sentence with a wink. "I guess you gotta wear many hats when you work at a small school like this, huh?" She's so calm and at ease, you start to doubt what you saw. Maybe it was just your imagination... Ms. Waterloo walks through the door first and you squint to scan where she may have been looking. If it was a student, it may have been Amy,\ <<if $has_futa_students>>\ Tiffany, Lucy,\ <</if>>\ <<if $has_mothers>>\ Beth (Amy's mom),\ <</if>> Olivia, or Jessie. [[On second thought, you should really get back to your work. You've shown Ms. Waterloo the pool. No need for you to stick around and watch.->Office]] [[Continue.->NewSwimsuits2]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She ran a class where the students wore swimsuits that turned transparent in water.">>

The pool looks fantastic. It's Olympic length and not very wide, but still, more than enough room for a small school like yours. Your favorite thing about it is that it's an indoor pool so all the light in the room reflects off the water, making the walls and ceiling shimmer and glow a bluish green. A quick dip of a finger reveals it's also heated. A student comes through the door and yells, "Wow!" The rest of the girls push through the doorway, each wearing their (currently) opaque, white swimsuits. Another student says, "This is amazing!" A third student bounces as she says, "I wanna go in. I wanna go!" "Now, now," you interrupt. "Don't be rude, girls. You haven't even introduced yourselves to your new teacher." In harmony, they all say, "Hi Ms. Waterloo!" Ms. Waterloo turns as she waves at them all. "Hi girls! I'm excited to be your new teacher, but before we jump in I'd like to ask, is there anyone here who doesn't know how to swim?" <<if $has_mothers>>\ When Amy raises her hand, Beth dips her chin and looks away. Amy says, "I don't like to go to the deep end."\ <<else>>\ Amy raises her hand and waits to be called on. When Ms. Waterloo smiles and points at her, Amy says, "I don't like to go to the deep end."\ <</if>> Ms. Waterloo grins as she places her palms on her knees and says to the class, "Not bad! Normally there's at least one person who's terrified of water so you guys are pretty advanced. What do you say for our first class, we just play? You know, focus on having fun, hmm? That is," she turns to look at you, "as long as Principal $name says it's OK." The girls look giddy as they wait for your reply. You extend your arm toward the teacher and say, "Whatever you think is best, Ms. Waterloo. It's your class." The students cheer as they disperse in different directions and jump into the water. Before Ms. Waterloo enters, she asks you if you're going to join but before you have a chance to reply, she's swarmed with students begging for her attention. You smile at Ms. Waterloo and say, "Looks like you're in high demand. Tell you what, I'm gonna walk back to my office to do some paperwork. I'll join you in the pool when I come back in 30 minutes or so, kay?" You shut the door as you leave to give a better appearance of privacy, then rush to your office to check the cameras. [[Continue.->NewSwimsuits3]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She's not a strong swimmer.">>

Ms. Waterloo must feel like she's died and gone to heaven. She's swarmed by students who are all vying for her attention, and the longer you watch the more water splashes on the students' swimsuits. Over a period of about 5 minutes, the girls' tops turn see-through. It's so subtle it takes an additional minute for Ms. Waterloo to actually notice it, but you really enjoy her reaction. Her head jerks back and she puts both hands on the shoulders of a student and says, "You have a, uh... you- you should change into a new suit." Before that student can reply, another girl interrupts. This new student is even more soaked. When you zoom in, it's as if she's wearing a sheer negligee. The wet swimsuit clings onto her body, the only thing obscuring your view of what's underneath is the occasional air pocket that gets in the way. Nothing is left to the imagination. You can even identify the boundary between her nipple and the rest of her breast. Ms. Waterloo looks around and sees that half the students' breasts are visible. She turns her back to the class and furrows her brow as she uses that moment of solace to think. When she spins back around she asks one of the students, "Are there any other bathing suits for you to wear?" The student shakes her head and smiles. "Why?" After replying with a frown, Ms. Waterloo looks at the door then says, "Maybe we should stop the class." She jumps out of the pool only to realize the door is locked. "Damn it," she grunts as she gets back into the pool. "Did your principal say <<she>>'d be back in 15 or 30 minutes?" A student shrugs. "Don't you want to go to the, uh, deep end? It'll be more concealing." By some stroke of luck, she asked that question to Mia. Mia -- being typical Mia -- just shrugs and says, "I don't mind. Wanna teach me how to do the butterfly stroke?" Ms. Waterloo just says, "Uh..." for a while then checks the door again. Still closed. After checking the door, Ms. Waterloo says, "I can teach you proper form but it's also important to be able to hold your breath." Mia lifts her chin and says, "I'm pretty good at that already." "But the real challenge is doing it upside down. Most get water up their nose. Can you do a handstand?" Mia blushes and looks down at her suit. The shallow water hides all but the top of her vulva, but you can make out the top half of her clit hood through the suit. She looks up then says, "Like, with my bottom out of the water?" [[Continue.->NewSwimsuits4]]

Ms. Waterloo begins to babble. "No, no, no. Sorry, I, uh, meant over there. You know, in the deep end. Of course your bottom shouldn't be-" Mia interrupts with a giggle then says, "Jeez, you're the only teacher at this school who's more nervous than the students. Hold my legs." Without waiting for a reply, she flips upside down and her calves fall toward Ms. Waterloo. Ms. Waterloo sucks in a quick breath as she catches the legs, eyes the door, then mutters, "This is insane." She rests Mia's legs on one shoulder to take a quick glance at the front of Mia and sighs. Although Mia's legs are pressed together, her vulva is squished and pushed out, clearly visible to the teacher. A long thin air bubble is trapped between her slit, but the fabric is otherwise clinging all around her labia, concealing nothing about its shape. Perhaps to avoid Mia's suspicion, Ms. Waterloo holds Mia's calves out so she can't look at the vulva anymore. Mia playfully curls her toes back and forth like she's waving at the teacher, then she slowly parts her legs sideways. When Ms. Waterloo realizes what's happening, she gasps and bites her lip. "This is insane," she repeats. Mia stops spreading her legs when they're at 45 degree angles relative to her body and holds there, presenting to her teacher. You watch the air bubble travel from Mia's slit to the top of her crotch, finally resting at the little dip at her vagina entrance. The suit hugs around the rest of her vulva, including her clitoris, and gives her whole body an almost slippery look. It looks like it pains Ms. Waterloo when she has to look away to check the door, but after checking, her head tilts down, eyes glued directly on the vulva. About 5 seconds pass and Mia begins to slowly shift her hips side to side, practically daring Ms. Waterloo to touch what she sees. How Ms. Waterloo resists is beyond you. You imagine being in her place, repeatedly running your middle finger across Mia's slit in a repetitive petting motion. Then you think about resting your middle finger directly on top of the slit, imagining how the puffy lips would envelop your finger and give them a 'kiss' if you applied a little pressure. You wouldn't even need to go that far. Just the thought of cupping your hand over her mound sends a little shiver up your spine. But Ms. Waterloo shows incredible restraint. She moans a bit, but doesn't touch. Mia somersaults forward and turns around. After wiping the water from her eyes and blowing some of it off her upper lip, she smiles at her teacher and says, "How long was that?" Ms. Waterloo eyes Mia up and down and admits that she has no idea. With a knowing grin, Mia tilts her head, puts her fists on her hips, then teases, "Were you distracted by something?" Ms. Waterloo looks around then squints at Mia. "Has anyone ever told you that you're very, um, forward?" Mia scratches her nose as she asks, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" This seems like a great moment to catch Ms. Waterloo in the act so lock your office and run toward the swimming pool. [[Continue.->NewSwimsuits5]]\ <<chardetail "Mia" "She did a lewd handstand for Ms. Waterloo.">>

You try to open the door to the pool as quietly as you can, but when you hear the loud students splashing and see Ms. Waterloo completely mesmerized by another one of Mia's handstands, you realize you were unnecessarily cautious. There's a chance you could swim all the way to Ms. Waterloo and tap on her shoulder and you'd love to see the look on her face when she turns around, so you jump in the pool and start swimming. Unfortunately, when you're half way there, Mia stands up, sees you, and waves. Ms. Waterloo gasps then swims to meet you. She says, "Sorry, but, there's something wrong with the bathing suits. They- well, look for yourself. And when I saw that, I tried to end class early, but, the thing is, the door was locked so I couldn't. And I just figured, well-" You grin at her and say, "I'm really sorry I locked the door. I'll give you a key first thing after class. Now what were you saying about the suits?” Her eyes widen and dart around as her nostrils flare. She says, "I mean... They're defective and need to be replaced. A- a student told me you bought them? Maybe you can get a refund?" You scan the pool and see that every student's suit has become transparent. Jessie's large, teardrop shaped breasts jiggle as she plays a game of tag with her friends. It seems the students have become accustomed to their suits, or maybe the fun of the pool overrides their embarrassment. With a grin, you say to Ms. Waterloo, "Defective? They look fine to me." You lift your chin to address Mia. "Could you give me and Ms. Waterloo a moment alone?" [img[images/new_swimsuits.png]] "Uh-huh," Mia says then swims away to join the game of tag. When you wrap an arm around Ms. Waterloo's shoulders and face the class, you can hear her rate of breathing increase. "Relax," you say. "You did great, especially with Mia. Especially without instruction. We don't mind if you touch them, you know." You feel Ms. Waterloo tense up and her breathing completely stops. You wait a second for Ms. Waterloo to regain her composure. "What do you mean," she asks. "Like, when Mia was in that handstand. You could touch her." Her jaw drops and she stares at you. "Here, I'll show you. Have a favorite, yet?" She's too surprised to reply so you explain. "We definitely want to keep you, by the way. How about Amy? You don't have to choose just one, you know." Ms. Waterloo tugs on her earlobe and looks at the door. "What is this," she asks. You yell across the pool. "Amy!? Could you come here, please?" When she arrives you say, "Remember the 'special' thing we talked about? Let's show Ms. Waterloo over there by between 4ft and 5ft depth." Amy jumps out of the pool and stands by the edge you pointed at without getting back in.\ <<if $has_mothers>>\ You have to glare at Beth before she stops staring at you.\ <</if>> Once you get to the edge you say to Amy, "Go on, show her your 'special' move." She turns around so her backside faces you and she kneels on the ground with her shins hanging over the water. Then, to expose her crotch, she bends forward until she lays flat on the sidewalk. "Lower, please," you say as you push Amy's heels out to the sides. //Perfect//, you think. You picked a depth where Ms. Waterloo's mouth is lined up with Amy's genitals. Ms. Waterloo curls her lip and looks at you. "What is she doing?" Perhaps Amy isn't Ms. Waterloo's type. But, more likely, Ms. Waterloo's just confused about the situation. You could always skip Amy and pick another student. Of course, you'll have the opportunity to pick another student after Amy either way. [[Let's have Ms. Waterloo play with Amy first.->NewSwimsuits6]]\ <<if $has_mothers>> [[Skip Amy and go directly to Beth.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]]\ <</if>>\ <<if $has_futa_students>> [[Skip Amy and go directly to Fifa and Tiffany.->NewSwimsuitsTrans]]\ <</if>>

You say, "Look, I can see you're shy so I'll go first." Before touching, you take a step toward Amy and admire the view. Her fat, puffy lips completely hide her clitoris and her inner labia. A drop of water slides down her buttock to the side of her labia and drips into the pool. You make the tiniest indent you can by pressing your fingertip into the suit right where her vagina is and swirl your finger in tiny circles. It's difficult to feel what you're touching through the suit, but Amy's curling toes and tiny grunts inform you she feels what you're doing. When the sensation gets too intense for her, she lifts her backside up a bit to avoid contact, but when you click your tongue, "Tch, tch, tch," she knows to put her butt back down. After that, she behaves and doesn't move away, but her toes still twitch as you touch. You lower your hand and move your face a few inches from the mound, then gently blow on it. She can't help but lift her butt at the sensation. You bite your lip and face Ms. Waterloo, then say, "She's being very good today. Normally she can't sit still. Don't you just want to pinch one of those plump lips? They're so squishy. But, we'll work our way up to that." As you step to the side, you say, "Here, now you try." Ms. Waterloo hesitates so you grab her wrist and drag her fingertips down the swimsuit across Amy's mound. As soon as contact's made, Ms. Waterloo jerks her hand back. In your most calming voice you say, "It's OK. You're not in trouble." You grab her again and guide her to stroke. This time, she allows you to help her pet the back of Amy's mound all the way to the bottom. When you let go of her hand, she turns it to look at her palm. It's trembling. You rub one of her shoulders and say, "See? Everything's fine, right?" Amy shifts her weight as you pinch the crotch of her suit and pull it over just enough to make one of her lips pop out. When you release, the elastic vertically separates her vulva into two sides. On the left side, the mound is covered by the suit, but on the other side a fat lip hangs out, exposed to the elements. It's thickness prevents it from slipping back under the elastic so it stays there in the open, waiting to be touched. The elastic spreads her lips a bit and reveals a darker shade of pink on the inside compared to the outside. You say, "You can squish it first." Leaning in a bit, you whisper, "Could you imagine giving it a hickey?" When you see her reaction you say, "Sorry, maybe that's not your thing." Instead of touching Amy, Ms. Waterloo surveys the rest of the pool. The students don't seem to be paying you any attention. There's an air about the pool that nobody would care anyway. Ms. Waterloo turns to face the vulva and lifts her index finger to it. Before she touches it you encourage her by saying, "That's right." Her index finger touches the lip at the top, close to the vagina, then she drags it down near the bottom toward the clitoris. As the finger travels, Amy's buttock clenches, but she doesn't move her body. "That was great," you say. You're so excited she did that without you needing to blackmail her. "What else do you want to do? Anything you want. Anything!" You squint at the mound and say, "Oh, she's covered with goosebumps. Do you like that?" Ms. Waterloo doesn't answer. Just a blank stare. "You don't like that. OK we can do something about it." You cup some water in your hands and raise it to her labia, submerging the lip with the water between your palms. Amy stiffens until the water drains from your hand and you inspect the lip. There's still goosebumps. You dip your hands in the water again and as you lift them, you feel a hand on your shoulder. It's Ms. Waterloo. She says, "I- It's OK. I don't care about the goosebumps." You wait and hold your position because it seems she's about to say something else. There's an awkward pause, but finally she asks, "Why are you doing this?" "I told you," you say. "We'd do anything to keep you." She pauses, purses her lips, then shrugs and says, "Anything?" For an instant, a smile flickers on her face, then she looks down and says. "Well... the, um, 'hickey'... thing sounded kinda neat." You say, "Yeah?" and clear your throat to suppress a giggle. [[Amy's a sweet girl so let's be gentle with her. Just some light sucking.|NewSwimsuits7][$hickey_bruise to false]] [[You really want to make Ms. Waterloo happy so she can suck as hard as she wants. For all you care, she can suck until she leaves a bruise.|NewSwimsuits7][$hickey_bruise to true]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "Ms. Waterloo played with her labia in swim class.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She played with Amy's labia in swim class.">>

Ms. Waterloo presses her body against the wall, slightly off center of Amy, and tilts her head up with her mouth open to suck on the lip, but right before she puts it in her mouth, she turns to you and says, "What about Amy? Won't she mind?" "No," you say so fast that Amy can't reply. "We talked about this earlier." She grins and nods then tilts her head back up. As you could imagine, it's very challenging to get a labia into your mouth when they're above you and it takes Ms. Waterloo multiple tries. When she finally gets it, Amy is the first to let you know by grunting. She then gasps and tries to scoot up, but she's only able to move an inch because Ms. Waterloo has her mouth latched onto her body. You rub Amy's lower back and shush her with a calming tone and she sits back down and submits. You're unable to see what Ms. Waterloo's doing, but you intermittently hear pleasant sucking sounds coming from her direction, and sometimes there's a loud kissing sound when Ms. Waterloo sucks it harder into her mouth. The whole time, the only thing you've heard from Amy is labored breathing so you decide to see if she's OK. When you peek over the edge of the pool, you see her resting the side of her face on the flat tile and whimpering softly. When you look back at Ms. Waterloo, you see her head slowly lean back. First, her toes appear from under the water then her whole body floats. "Wow, that's very clever," you say. She's figured out she can lay on her back and hold herself above water with Amy's lip securely in her mouth. Ms. Waterloo's body slowly rotates until her side bumps into a wall then she closes her eyes and drifts off into a state of relaxing bliss. The tempo of her sucking slows way down and so does Amy's breathing. You start to feel like a 3rd wheel. Ms. Waterloo clearly wants to be left alone with Amy right now and perhaps vice versa. Amy looks adorable. Her face is flush, she has her fist by her mouth, and she's seductively running her lips sideways across her knuckles. When Amy notices you watching, she stops moving her knuckles and just stares at you with watery eyes. But she doesn't seem sad. Perhaps it's just a feeling of embarrassment. Ms. Waterloo expels a long, slow sigh from her nose. The force of the breath makes Amy twitch. Then, Ms. Waterloo suckles, pulling more of the lip into her mouth. Something interesting catches your eye. It's a clear, glistening bead of liquid on the other side of the bathing suit, right at Amy's vagina. Suddenly you realize that Amy is getting wet from this. As the drop seeps out, it touches the inside of the suit and attaches to it, an inch or so away from Ms. Waterloo's mouth. Thinking Ms. Waterloo would probably want to be informed of this, you whisper, "She's dribbling for you," into her ear. Without opening her eyes, Ms. Waterloo reaches with her hand furthest from the edge to caress Amy's bottom over the swimsuit. After giving it a firm squish, she circles her palm around the left butt cheek then slips her index finger under the suit. The actions that follow are so slothful and leisurely, they appear to be in slow motion. Ms. Waterloo's finger explores Amy's body, creeping ever closer to her vagina and only pausing once it reaches the entrance. You're convinced it's not going to fit but Ms. Waterloo applies an extremely gentle yet persistent pressure, and over a period of 15 seconds, the first knuckle disappears into Amy's body. It worked so well Amy didn't hint at any discomfort or try to resist. She even coos a bit when Ms. Waterloo pets the inside of Amy's canal. You say, "Um, she's not usually this receptive. I, uh... good job." You feel guilty because when Ms. Waterloo opens her eyes, she acts like you just woke her from a pleasant dream. Without acknowledging your presence, she stands up, gives Amy a soft kiss on her bottom, then whispers something to Amy you can't hear. "What'd you say," you ask Ms. Waterloo. "I asked if she would like a special lesson sometime, with more privacy." You can't hide your grin because this implies Ms. Waterloo wants to stay. "Yeah? Well? Tell me, what'd she say?" "She blushed and covered her face with her hand, then whispered, 'Kay'." You stand on your tiptoes to look at Amy's face and smile at her, then look back at Ms. Waterloo. "You can take her to your dorm, you know. I'll show you where that is later." Ms. Waterloo gives you a polite bow to thank you. Amy jumps when you gently grip her bare labia and strum it with your thumb along the sensitive inside of the fold. You wait for her to settle down then you turn to Ms. Waterloo and sigh. "You're going to have to teach me how you did that earlier..." you say with a frown as you stroke it a few more times. The inside of the lip has an almost glossy feel to it, whereas the outside feels much different, as if it has a matte finish. You continue by saying, "She always twitches when I touch her." Suddenly, you feel something wet under your thumb and realize some of Amy's juice has trickled out onto the back of her lip. "She looks content enough," Ms. Waterloo says, pointing at the trickle. "I'm pretty sure that's just from what you were doing earlier.\ <<if $hickey_bruise is true>>\ " [[Continue.->NewSwimsuitsHickey]] <<else>>\ Anyway," you sigh, "shall we move on to\ <<if $has_mothers and $has_futa_students>>\ next? Tiffany and Fifa or Beth?" <<elseif $has_mothers>>\ Beth?" <<elseif $has_futa_students>>\ Tiffany and Fifa?" <</if>>\ <<if $has_mothers and $has_futa_students>>\ [[Continue with Beth.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]] [[Continue with Tiffany and Fifa.->NewSwimsuitsTrans]] <<elseif $has_mothers>>\ [[Continue.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]] <<elseif $has_futa_students>>\ [[Continue.->NewSwimsuitsTrans]] <<else>>\ [[Hopefully, Ms. Waterloo's convinced by now.->NewSwimsuitsEnd]] <</if>> <</if>>

"Anyway," you say, "weren't we going to give it a hickey?" You stretch it down and lean as you inspect it on both sides. "Look how plump the thing is. It's practically begging for a mark." It jiggles once as you release then springs back to its natural shape. Smiling, you say, "Let's give her a fat lip." Ms. Waterloo turns her head slightly away and scratches her chest. "That's not really... I'll pass." That's disappointing. You say, "Oh, well... may I?" But before Ms. Waterloo has a chance to answer, you've already tucked your head under Amy's bottom and are bobbing for her lip. Amy gasps once you grab it with your teeth before sucking it into your mouth. You haven't really started yet, but Amy's already stirring in her position. Probably best to go slow at first. You apply pressure with your bottom lip all over the inside of her labia, giving it a little massage. What stands out to you is how incredibly hot her vulva is. You feel it's warmth on your cheeks. Once you've applied some suction with your mouth, you're able to run the tip of your tongue along the glossy inside of her lip. You purse your lips and suck harder, and for the first time Amy groans in discomfort. In an effort to make the act even more humiliating for her, you pull Amy's suit to the side and use your two thumbs to spread her cheeks, exposing her anus to Ms. Waterloo. Ms. Waterloo licks her lips and has a slight smile on her face. <<linkreplace "Ask Ms. Waterloo if she'd like to lick Amy's anus." t8n>>\ Without moving your thumbs or releasing the labia from your mouth, you gesture toward Amy's little hole with one of your index fingers. "Yes, please," Ms. Waterloo whispers as she moves toward it. When she's a foot away, you see her stick out her tongue and swipe her face up Amy's crack. Amy whimpers softly as she jerks to escape the tongue, but you've got a firm grip on her labia so she's not going anywhere. With Ms. Waterloo providing some pleasure to Amy's anus, you figure she's distracted enough to take more pain. You suck harder and Amy cries and tries to lift up, but this time Ms. Waterloo helps hold her in place by pushing down on her buttocks. After a while, it's difficult to know if Amy's cries are from pain or pleasure. You hear a noise that sounds like 3 quick kisses in succession, as if someone were kissing a puppy, then Ms. Waterloo backs up and says, "She's wonderful. Never met someone who enjoyed that so much. And I didn't even stick my tongue in yet." When you remove your thumbs from Amy's cheeks and use your palm to cover her bottom, Ms. Waterloo scoffs at you, looking a little insulted. But, not wanting to let go of Amy's labia, you can only wink at her as a form of communication. Hopefully she understands what you're insinuating: She'll get to play with Amy's anus more later, but only if she joins the school. <</linkreplace>> Amy cries out when you apply as much suction as you can and yet again tries to escape. You have to lift your arms up and wrap them around her lower back to hold her in place. Every time you suck, she starts to groan a little bit louder than before, then you hear her whisper, "Please." When you don't relent, she starts begging. As a form of punishment, you bite down hard on it and she screams without any regard for who's listening.\ <<if $has_mothers>>\ She even turns to her mother and cries for her to help. <</if>> Your mouth makes a kissing noise as you release her labia and the first thing you notice is how your own mouth feels puffy and sore from all the sucking you just did. The second thing you notice is the fat lip you just gave Amy. "Wow," you say as you turn to Ms. Waterloo to see if she notices the difference. The labia is now a dark pink color, but it's not quite bruised as you had hoped. There's the crescent shaped teeth marks you made, though. That's a pretty good consolation prize. You rub your thumb across it to feel the indents then you pull the swimsuit over more to expose her other lip. The one you sucked on looks twice as fat and red as the other one. Ms. Waterloo's nose crinkles when she sees what you've done. You try to brush it off and say, "Shall we move on to\ <<if $has_mothers and $has_futa_students>>\ Tiffany and Fifa or would you rather see Beth?" <<elseif $has_mothers>>\ Beth?"\ <<elseif $has_futa_students>>\ Tiffany, and Fifa?"\ <<else>>\ another student?" Ms. Waterloo looks a little tired. "Maybe we should call it a day?" She smirks and nods, but thanks you.\ <</if>> [[One student is enough and Ms. Waterloo is clearly going to stay. Time to wrap this up.->NewSwimsuitsEnd]] <<if $has_mothers and $has_futa_students>>\ [[Watch Beth do her 'special' move.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]] [[Watch Tiffany and Fifa do their 'special' moves.->NewSwimsuitsTrans]] <<elseif $has_mothers>>\ [[Watch Beth do her 'special' move.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]] <<elseif $has_futa_students>>\ [[Watch Tiffany and Fifa do their 'special' moves.->NewSwimsuitsTrans]] <</if>>\ <<chardetail "Amy" "You gave one of her labia a hickey in swim class.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She did not want to give Amy's labia a hickey.">>

<<set $finished_swimsuits_beth to true>>\ <<if not $finished_swimsuits_trans>>\ Amy blushes when she stands up and hops back into the pool. She swims as fast as she can to the other side of the shallow end and once she gets there, she does her best to avoid looking at you two. <</if>>\ You call for Beth and as she gets into her 'special' position you explain to Ms. Waterloo that this is Amy's mother. "Remind you of anyone?" you ask. Ms. Waterloo smiles at you then looks down at her feet, embarrassed by the question. Beth is short, but taller than her daughter. The key difference, at least from this perspective, is that Beth has a thick patch of pubic hair pressed flat against her skin by the suit. "Maybe you need a better view." When you pinch the side of Beth's suit, Beth jerks her hips away. You chuckle then look away before saying, "The mothers are relatively new here. So, as you can see, they're not as well mannered as their daughters. Beth, this is your last warning: Behave yourself." She whimpers then slumps and you take that as a sign she'll be good this time. When you pull the crotch of the suit to the side and expose her vulva to the air, the thick tuft of pubic hair slowly expands since it's no longer matted by the bathing suit. "Hope you don't love pubic hair," you say. "Because it's relatively novel at our school." You flick your finger at the tip of her hairs to see if Beth can even feel it. The way her pelvis subtly twitches tells you she can. "So," you say, "what should we do first?" By now you've begun twirling a few strands of pubic hair around your finger. When Ms. Waterloo fails to respond, you gently pinch each of Beth's lips and pull them sideways. Her light pink flesh is exposed and you can't help but compare it to her daughter's. The insides are lighter in color, but there's also much more folds. "Come on," you say to Ms. Waterloo. "Why don't you get her started?" She hesitates so you grab the back of her head and guide it towards Beth's crotch. Ms. Waterloo murmurs right before her face makes contact, but after another second of hesitation, she starts licking. "Is it good?" you ask. Ms. Waterloo doesn't react to the question. You shift your body to get a good peek, and from the looks of it, Ms. Waterloo is licking up and down each of Beth's labia in turn. While she does that, you put your hand under Beth's crotch and play with her pubic hair again. It's kind of fun to stick a finger through it at the base, then slowly pull down until the tangle releases your finger. You wonder if you could make every hair straight, or if it's naturally too curly for that. Beth starts to have a reaction, though it's very subtle. She doesn't make a sound or anything, but her muscles relax. Ms. Waterloo must sense it too, because her head begins to rapidly bob back and forth. From the side, you watch Ms. Waterloo's pink tongue disappear and reappear repeatedly from Beth's vagina. She never fully removes her tongue and each time she pushes she goes a little deeper until her chin bumps against Beth's hooded clit. Ms. Waterloo holds her position and flutters her tongue inside the hole, occasionally shifting her head to stimulate Beth's clitoris. You look over your shoulders and catch Amy watching the scene. She looks away and pretends she wasn't, but she knows you caught her. Smiling, you beckon her to come to you. She looks down and blushes, then shakes her head, but when you raise your eyebrows and beckon her again, she frowns and comes to you. You place her in front of you and wrap your forearms around her chest as you both watch Ms. Waterloo and Beth do their thing. They're both too distracted to notice Amy standing behind them. [[Continue.->NewSwimsuitsBeth2]]\ <<chardetail "Amy" "She watched Ms. Waterloo give Beth (her mom) oral sex in swim class.">>\ <<chardetail "Beth" "She received oral sex from Ms. Waterloo in swim class while Amy watched. But, Beth was not aware of Amy's prescence.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Beth oral sex as Amy (Beth's daughter) watched.">>

By now Beth's breathing has become labored. You suspect she wants to moan, but she's holding it in because it gives her a sense of control. Bending forward, you rest your chin on Amy's shoulder and whisper, "Ms. Waterloo's good at that, isn't she? You could learn a thing or two from this." Amy pouts, but she doesn't stop watching. Ms. Waterloo backs her head up an inch and lightly blows on Beth's clitoris. You keep your voice down so only Amy can hear. "See that? She's testing Mommy's clitoris. Making sure it's not too sensitive. If she flinches, that means she has to do more foreplay, but- Ooh, wait. Watch." Ms. Waterloo lowers her head and rests the base of her tongue across Beth's clit hood. Beth exhales a sharp breath, but she doesn't twitch. You take a step closer, point, and whisper, "See how her tongue is on the hood, not the clit? And she uses the flat part of it, not the tip. That's very important. Pay attention now. I want you to do this next." Amy looks at you and frowns, then shakes her head. "Don't worry," you say. "Your mom can't see who's doing it from this position. She won't even know it's you." She whimpers and shakes her head again. Ms. Waterloo's about to put her mouth around the clit when she finally notices Amy there. You quickly put your finger to your mouth to suppress Ms. Waterloo's reaction but she mutters a quick, "Uh," as she reaches out to Amy, stops herself short, and puts her hand to her mouth. Without speaking, you push Amy towards her mom. Ms. Waterloo takes a step back to give you room, but taps on your shoulder when you reach the edge. You look over your shoulder and Ms. Waterloo whispers into your ear. "Isn't that her daughter?" Instead of answering, you smirk and face Beth. Amy whimpers as she looks straight up at her mom's vulva. It's coated with a sheen of saliva and pool water. Mostly saliva. You whisper to Amy, "Just a little kiss to start, OK? We don't expect you to be as good as your teacher." Amy's not a strong swimmer and she's a little too short to reach her mother, so you hold onto her waist with both hands and lift her an inch. As she's lifted, she turns her head and contorts her mouth to the side to distance it from her mother's vulva, but you hold her there for a while and she gets the picture that she's going to have to do it. Amy whimpers again, then quickly gives the vulva a clumsy peck somewhere between Beth's clitoris and her vagina which making Beth twitch. You grunt as you lower Amy to the floor and whisper into her ear, "That was very good. But, next time, do the clit, OK? That part right there. And much, much softer." Amy shakes her head and you feel another tap on your shoulder. "Is that her daughter," Ms. Waterloo asks. You smile and put your finger over your mouth to tell her to be quiet, then you nod. The last thing you see before you turn away is her eyes widen. You lift Amy up again, and she lets out a little cry before kissing the clit like you explained. It's kind of cute the way Amy's chin trembles as she envelops the clit with her lips. She doesn't really kiss it, it's more like she places her lips on the top and bottom and holds it there, but her little chin tremors overstimulate Beth and make her jut her hips away. After you lower her again, you say, "That was pretty good, you just need practice. And a light suction can be nice too, right?" You turn to Ms. Waterloo to ask for confirmation and notice her eyes darting around while she fidgets. But she's also biting her bottom lip. It makes you think she may be intrigued by what's happening. "Could you lift Amy this time?" you ask with a smirk. "My arms are getting a little tired." Before Ms. Waterloo can regain her composure, you push Amy into her and she catches the student in both arms like she's giving her a big hug. You remind Ms. Waterloo to be quiet and, as you push them to the edge of the pool, Ms. Waterloo looks over her shoulder at you. When you nod, she lifts Amy up to her mother without breaking eye contact. That eye contact is maintained until Beth grunts then Ms. Waterloo whirls to look at the noise. Amy is latched onto her mother's clit. Her lips pucker and purse the same way they would if she were slurping up a long spaghetti noodle. Ms. Waterloo looks at you again with furrowed brows, but when you smile back at her she turns back to Amy. When Beth grunts, Ms. Waterloo whispers something into Amy's ear and her suckling slows way down. Ms. Waterloo whispers something else into Amy. You can't make it out, but the tone sounds like she may be praising Amy. Beth lets out a relaxed coo, and Ms. Waterloo whispers something else into Amy's ear, then the teacher looks over her shoulder and smiles at you. Suddenly, Ms. Waterloo's grin grows larger as she looks side to side. She turns to Amy and whispers something new into her ear, then lifts her up another inch until Amy uses her hands to spread Mom's labia and starts tonguing the vagina. You watch Amy's little hips shake for a moment, but the movement dies down. What was that, you wonder. You move to the side to get a better view and realize Ms. Waterloo's using one of her hands to fondle Amy as she tongues her mother. The sensation must have been too much at first, but it seems like Amy quickly became accustomed to it. Once you push against the wall, you can see the technique. Ms. Waterloo's slowly stroking her fingertips up and down Amy's slit outside her suit. Eventually, Amy's hips sway back and forth against the fingers, but she doesn't make a sound. She may not even know she's doing it. When Ms. Waterloo lowers Amy, the center of her face is glazed with juice. She has a frown on her face and some strands of hairs are matted on her forehead. The teacher glances at you then back to Amy. Then she moves her lips to signify she wants a kiss from Amy. Before complying, Amy wipes her forehead off with her forearm, then lifts her chin, closes her eyes, and puckers. If it wasn't for her mother's juices strewn across Amy's face, the kiss would be innocent. Ms. Waterloo licks after she pulls away and you beckon them both closer. Amy's still wrapped in Ms. Waterloo's arms when you whisper, "Did you like that?" In unison, Amy shakes her head while Ms. Waterloo nods. You look down at Amy and lift her chin with your index finger. "Did it taste funny?" She nods enthusiastically while grimacing even more. "That's OK. You did great. I'm very proud of you." You grab her arm and pull her away from her teacher, then pat her on the butt to indicate that she's free to go. She splashes some water on her face and wipes her forearm against her mouth before she swims away. Once she's blended in with the rest of the crowd, you tap on Beth and tell her she's free to go. <<if (not $finished_swimsuits_trans) and $has_futa_students>>\ [[There's still time to watch Tiffany and Fifa do their 'special' moves.->NewSwimsuitsTrans]] <</if>>\ [[It's about time for class to be over.->NewSwimsuitsEnd]]

<<set $finished_swimsuits_trans to true>>\ <<if not $finished_swimsuits_beth>>\ Amy blushes when she stands up and hops back into the pool. She swims as fast as she can to the other side of the shallow end and once she gets there, she does her best to avoid looking at you two. <</if>>\ You call for Fifa and Tiffany to come over and when they get in their 'special' positions, Ms. Waterloo gasps, looks away, and mutters, "Transgender," to herself. Their testicles are barely contained in the bathing suit's crotch. In fact, while getting into position, Fifa's right one slips out of the suit and dangles freely. It's a consistent tan color just like the rest of her body. Tiffany, on the other hand, has her tiny testicles contained within the suit. She's much more pale than Fifa, and you can see some capillaries throughout the scrotum. The suit mushes her testicles forward and flat, hiding the majority of her uncut penis from view, not that there's much to see in the first place. "The trans girls are relatively new here," you explain, "but they're all //very// submissive. We became better 'acquainted' with them in a class. If I recall correctly, Tiffany here really enjoys her testicles squeezed, but only if you're gentle." You point as you say, "And Fifa here... well I don't know much about her, but I know she doesn't mind anal play. Not really sure if she likes it though, now that I think about it. Does any of that sound appealing to you?" Ms. Waterloo covers her crotch with her hands and turns her head way from you, but you think you can make out a smile on the side of her face. Maybe she's just shy. You clear your throat and say, "These look like they need a little air." It's the testicles you're referring to. You pull the crotch of Tiffany's suit to the side and free her scrotum, but when you release the elastic, you intentionally leave her penis covered. It's the testicles you want to play with, the penises can wait until later. After you do the same to Fifa's testicles, you notice how low they hang. The warm water and the temperature of the room might be responsible for that. You stand between the two of them and lift your palms until you're cradling each of their scrotums in your hands at the same time. Fifa's sack seems much looser to you. It almost tickles when one of her testicles rolls up and down the heel of your palm. Smiling, you turn to Ms. Waterloo and say, "Do you have a preference?" You tilt your head and frown a bit. "Are you not into this? I could call up different girls, you know." Without replying, Ms. Waterloo steps towards Fifa's testicles until her nose a few inches away from your hand and silently inspects them. Every time she exhales, you feel her breath on your thumb, so you know Fifa must feel it on the underside of her scrotum. An uncomfortable amount of time passes without Ms. Waterloo saying anything, so you clear your throat and ask if she'd like to take your place. She nods and when you release the trans girls' scrotums, Ms. Waterloo holds Fifa's by cupping them in both hands. You're surprised by how intrigued Ms. Waterloo is. It feels like she's been staring at Fifa's testicles for ages when you finally clear your throat to get her attention. She looks at you, surprised, like she forgot you were even there, then she smiles and says, "I know it sounds weird, but I haven't really had an opportunity to inspect balls like this before." Having read her file, you find that hard to believe. She's seduced so many males at the other pools she's worked at. "I've always been in such a rush, I guess I just focus on... other things." She turns back to the testicles and her eyes sparkle and bounce around as she inspects all the interesting folds and shapes the loose scrotum makes in her hand. She's distracted again. You literally say, "Ahem" to get her attention. "Would you like to, maybe, do something with them?" She points at Tiffany's sack and says, "You said that one likes being touched here? How much?" "See for yourself," you say. Ms. Waterloo carefully releases the testicles from her palm, steps toward Tiffany, and cups her testicles the same way as she did with Fifa. Immediately, Tiffany shudders and her taint throbs, tightening the sack in Ms. Waterloo's hand. Ms. Waterloo's eyes light up as she gasps, then giggles a bit. "That was wonderful," she says. She looks at you then asks, "Is that normal?" but she turns back to her hands without waiting for response. With a sort of curious delight, she uses one of her thumbs to tickle the sensitive back of the scrotum, and the taint pulses again. She grins at this then glances at you before trying to do it again. "I like when that part moves," she says, referring to the taint. Without releasing the testicles, she raises her palm to the taint and gives it a little tickle with her thumbnails. When Tiffany grunts, you say, "I don't think she likes that touched directly." "Oh." Ms. Waterloo looks a little disappointed, but she quickly forgets about it when she gets the taint to twitch from more pets to the scrotum. She lowers her head to look at Tiffany's penis and then mouths the words, "Wow, small," to you. Apparently that doesn't bother her much, because she continues to inspect the penis at different angles. Once she gets bored of looking at the penis, she puts her back to the wall and tilts her head up, letting the testicles rest on her face. The sack is so loose it almost completely covers her face. She stays in that position for what feels like minutes, and it takes you a while to realize she's literally being smothered: The scrotum is blocking her air passages. But, as a swim teacher, you imagine she can probably hold her breath for a very long time. Eventually, you see a little point stick out at the center of the scrotum. This point starts to wiggle around: Left, right, left, right. Then the skin around the scrotum begins to tighten and lift up to the base of Tiffany's body. It constricts so much so that it pulls itself off Ms. Waterloo's face. Only then do you realize that the point underneath the scrotum has been Ms. Waterloo's tongue this whole time. She continues to lick the bottom of the sack, even though it's no longer on her face, but her tongue is barely able to reach it. She exhales sharply, closes her mouth, then reaches up to gently tap the sack with her fingers like a cat playing with a toy. "Mmm," she says. She grabs the base and tugs on it gently, then adds, "Reminds me of a peach! Wrong color though." In one fluid motion, she grabs it and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Her cheeks bulge and pull in as she sucks on them and the weight of her body pulls the visible part of the scrotum taut and creates two little pockets on each side. When you realize Tiffany may topple backwards into the pool, you rush over to place a hand on her bottom to hold her in place. Ms. Waterloo flashes you a little OK symbol with her hand in appreciation, then she raises them both and starts tickling the scrotum on each side. In reaction to Ms. Waterloo's touch, the scrotum pulses and tries to pull itself up, but Ms. Waterloo's mouth holds it in place. A drop of pre-cum seeps through Tiffany's suit and drips into the pool, camouflaging itself with the water. In a sultry voice you whisper, "God, she loves that. You'll make her cum from that if you keep at it." Ms. Waterloo hears that and flashes you another OK symbol, then starts tickling the sides of the scrotum a little faster. [[Continue.->NewSwimsuitsTrans2]]\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She teabagged Tiffany and gave her a hands free ruined orgasm by only touching her testicles.">>\ <<chardetail "Tiffany" "Ms. Waterloo gave her a hands free ruined orgasm by only stimulating her scrotum.">>

Warmth spreads through your body when you realize Ms. Waterloo's interested in giving Tiffany a hands free orgasm. In preparation, you pull Tiffany's bathing suit to the side and let her penis hang freely. The friction of her penis against the suit while orgasming could provide a bit of pleasure, and you want to deny her that. You watch the tiny penis bob up and flap against Tiffany's tummy in reaction to the sensations of Ms. Waterloo's sucking and tickling. Tiffany's moans are getting more frequent and you know she's close. Another drop of pre-cum falls, but this time it lands right underneath Ms. Waterloo's eye and stays there. The bead looks almost clear. You whisper, "You should touch her taint when she cums. It'll squeeze and feel really nice." Ms. Waterloo smiles and nods, but when she nods she stretches the sack in her mouth, making Tiffany groan. Tiffany's not a fan of pain so that may have set her back a step. To put her back on track, you stroke the back of Tiffany's scrotum with the side of your index finger. Now she has Ms. Waterloo tickling the sides while she sucks on the testicles and you caressing the back. It's enough to put her over the edge immediately. Her penis starts bobbing and she grunts in frustration. For a few seconds she sounds like she's having an orgasm, but nothing comes out. Ms. Waterloo reaches up and over your caressing finger and places one of her middle fingers on the taint. A huge grin appears on her face, but she doesn't release the scrotum from her mouth. As soon as Ms. Waterloo touched Tiffany's taint, it's like she pushed some sort of button that releases sperm. It doesn't shoot out in spurts like it normally should. Rather, it dribbles out as one thick, white line. It lands all over Ms. Waterloo's face and rolls down the sides. As Tiffany grunts in frustration you say, "The way that sperm came out- That was a perfect ruined orgasm." When Ms. Waterloo releases the scrotum and faces you, her face is glazed with sperm. She looks pretty happy, though. <span class="lick">\ <<linkreplace "Have Tiffany lick that up." t8n>>\ <<replace ".lick">>\ You lift your chin and say, "Tiffany? Would you mind turning around to clean up your teacher?" While keeping her chest flat on the floor, she whirls as fast as she can and hangs her neck over the edge of the pool. You grab the back of Ms. Waterloo's arm and guide her to Tiffany. Ms. Waterloo is unable to do this on her own because her eyelids are covered with sperm. Once in range, Tiffany immediately begins lapping at Ms. Waterloo's face and Ms. Waterloo giggles because the tongue tickles. Something bothers you: Tiffany is licking up the sperm, but she's letting it fall off her tongue and into the pool. "Tiffany," you say, "I know you don't like the taste, but I don't want to have to drain the pool. Please swallow the sperm, don't just lick it off." Her nostrils flare and she says, "Yes, ma'am," while still licking. From that point forward, after every lick, Tiffany withdraws her tongue back into her mouth and swallows. At first it's difficult for her to get the gunk down (she shivers on the second lick), but she seems to get accustomed to the task the longer she does it. Although, it's fair to say she never truly seems to enjoy it. Tiffany would likely do this all night if you didn't stop her, so you tell her that's good enough. <<if $fp_spit>>Ms. Waterloo's face is even wetter than before, but a large portion of the sperm has been replaced with saliva.<</if>> <<include "NewSwimsuitsTransTesticleHangFaceWash">>\ <</replace>>\ <<chardetail "Tiffany" "She licked her cum off of Ms. Waterloo's face in swim class.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "Tiffany licked cum off of Ms. Waterloo's face in swim class.">> <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Have Ms. Waterloo wash her face off in the water." t8n>>\ <<replace ".lick">>\ <<include "NewSwimsuitsTransTesticleHangFaceWash">>\ <</replace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ </span>

Ms. Waterloo dunks her head underwater to clean the rest of her face off. When she lifts her head out of the water, she says, "That was fun!" She points at Fifa and says, "Was that girl's name Fifa? Can we do her next?" [[You're already convinced Ms. Waterloo is going to stay. She can have fun with Fifa on her own time in another class.->NewSwimsuitsEnd]] [[Sure, let's play with Fifa.->NewSwimsuitsTrans3]]\ <<if (not $finished_swimsuits_beth) and $has_mothers>> [[Send the trans girls back to the water and watch Beth do her 'special' move instead.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]] <</if>>

Ms. Waterloo turns to you and says, "Think I could do like a cannon-ball kind of thing while I suck on her balls?" she asks. She tucks a knee into her chest as a demonstration. "Maybe I could hang from them with just my mouth." <span class="cannon-balls">\ <<linkreplace "Sure, that sounds like fun." t8n>>\ <<replace ".cannon-balls">>\ While you hold onto one of Fifa's butt cheeks to prevent her from falling into the pool, Ms. Waterloo slurps the testicles into her mouth then she slowly tucks her knees into her chest, doing her best to avoid causing any pain. <<if $fp_cbt>>Fifa's first reaction is to gasp, then grunt repeatedly, but when Ms. Waterloo's back begins to rise toward the surface, it relieves a lot of the weight and they can both relax.<<else>>Once Ms. Waterloo latches on, her back floats up to the surface.<</if>> Without releasing the sack from her mouth, Ms. Waterloo flashes you a little smile. You stand on the side of them both as you reach up to Fifa's suit, pull it further over, and let her semi-erect penis flop out of it. Ms. Waterloo knows what to do. While keeping her knees tucked to her chest with one arm, she reaches above her head with the other and starts stroking the shaft. It takes a few seconds but the thing grows in her hand and the foreskin pulls back on its own. She strokes at a much slower rate than you would, but Fifa really seems to like whatever Ms. Waterloo's doing. You can tell because a sparkling bead of pre-cum catches your eye as it leaks from Fifa's tip. Soon you can hear her slow, heavy breathing through both of their nostrils. The sound of their breaths synchronize and Ms. Waterloo closes her eyes and slows down her strokes even more. She'd drift away if she weren't holding herself in place with Fifa's testicles. In a perverse sort of way, the moment feels serene. <span class="anal">\ <<linkreplace "Fifa doesn't hate anal. Perhaps you could assist with your finger." t8n>>\ <<replace ".anal">>\ <<set $fifa_anal to true>>\ Without turning to look at what you're doing, you pull Fifa's bathing suit to the side, lick your finger, and feel around for her anus. At first you touch too high, but when you lower your finger and brush against her anus wrinkles, she clenches hard and Ms. Waterloo's eyes pop open. She must have felt Fifa's scrotum tighten in her mouth. You play with the anus a bit, teasing it by pushing the tip of your finger (the part opposite your nail) against it, but you don't push in. It's just to loosen her up for what's going to happen, but you're in no rush. Although Fifa's had a finger inserted into her before, she's still very tight and her hole initially rejects you by bunching up. You can feel all her wrinkles meeting at a singular dot. But when you gently circle your finger and spread some more lubrication, the sphincter relaxes. The wrinkles seem to bloom as they spread to the sides of your finger, and you realize it's starting to swallow your fingertip. Certainly, Ms. Waterloo's calming touch helped with this. The students behind you are rambunctious, but they've become white noise to you. You do your best to match the speed of Ms. Waterloo's strokes. When her hand slides down to the base, you push your finger in. When her hand slides up to the tip, you retract your finger without removing it. She strokes slow enough that you can match her speed without causing any discomfort, but after you've loosened Fifa up, she shivers and the sphincter clenches, holding your finger in place. It takes a moment, but when Fifa relaxes her grip on your finger, you remove it. The idea of Ms. Waterloo sucking on Fifa's scrotum, stroking her shaft, and fingering her ass all at the same time really turns you on so you want to trade places. One of Ms. Waterloo's arms holds her into her cannon ball position. You grab that arm, lubricate her finger with your mouth, then touch it to Fifa's anus. Without untucking her knees, she starts pumping her finger into Fifa on her own, but she does it twice as slow as you: She strokes the shaft up and down once while inserting, then up and down again while retracting. You furrow your brow as you watch. It's actually really impressive that Ms. Waterloo is able to keep her timing in sync like that. <<include "NewSwimsuitsFifaOrgasm">> <</replace>>\ <<chardetail "Fifa" "Ms. Waterloo gave her a 'slow' orgasm while sucking on her testicles, stroking her shaft, and fingering her ass.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Fifa a 'slow' orgasm while sucking on her testicles, stroking her shaft, and fingering her ass.">>\ <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Let's not ruin this moment. Penis and testicle stimulation is good enough." t8n>>\ <<replace ".anal">>\ <<set $fifa_anal to false>>\ <<include "NewSwimsuitsFifaOrgasm">> <</replace>>\ <<chardetail "Fifa" "Ms. Waterloo gave her a 'slow' orgasm while sucking on her testicles and stroking her shaft.">>\ <<chardetail "Ms. Waterloo" "She gave Fifa a 'slow' orgasm while sucking on her testicles and stroking her shaft.">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ </span> /* END .anal */ <</replace>>\ <</linkreplace>> [[Yikes. Not my idea of a good time. Ms. Waterloo is going to stay, let's end the class.->NewSwimsuitsEnd]] </span>/* END .cannon-balls */

Fifa begins to shudder. <<if $fifa_anal>>Her anus puckers repeatedly around Ms. Waterloo's finger and the teacher knows to hold it still while that's happening. While Fifa clenches, Ms. Waterloo slows everything else down, too. She only picks up again when Fifa's anus relaxes, but this time, either to punish or reward her, she moves even slower. <<else>>As if to punish her, Ms. Waterloo slows down her stroking. <</if>>If she maintains this rate, Ms. Waterloo's going to give Fifa the 'slowest' orgasm you've ever seen. The speed is almost unbearable. Fifa starts pumping her hips into Ms. Waterloo's hands, but Ms. Waterloo releases the shaft and Fifa is left thrusting into the air. She lets out a frustrated whimper and pumps a few more times before she realizes she's not going to gain satisfaction. Ms. Waterloo still <<if $fifa_anal>>has a finger in her anus and<</if>> is sucking on her testicles, but, apparently, Fifa needs penis stimulation to cum. Once still, Ms. Waterloo wraps her hands around the shaft, but this time she strokes even slower than before. It stands out to you that Ms. Waterloo's fingers are completely covered with pre-cum, so much so that it looks like Fifa's already orgasmed. The pattern repeats itself again: Fifa starts pumping out of frustration, Ms. Waterloo stops, and she punishes her by stroking slower. This time Fifa learns the lesson. If she wants to cum, she has to suffer through Ms. Waterloo's torturous speed. 30 seconds pass and their breaths are no longer harmonized. Fifa's has become short and shaky as the fist crawls up and down her shaft. But Ms. Waterloo seems calm and tranquil. In fact, there's not really an expression on her face at all. Suddenly, Fifa's whole body seems to clench and she expels quick breaths out of her nose then grunts an embarrassing, "Hnnng". She's clearly past the point of no return, but Ms. Waterloo doesn't change her rate of stroking. Actually, you're not even sure if Ms. Waterloo realizes that Fifa's about to orgasm. Fifa grunts again. This time it's so loud that a few students turn their heads. Fortunately for Fifa, she doesn't thrust as she orgasms. If she did, Ms. Waterloo would have probably let go and ruined it. As an almost pure-white stream of fluid shoots out of her, you can actually hear it splatter against the pool wall. The next jet splashes into the water, displacing it as it fires. Ms. Waterloo's hand continues to crawl up and down the shaft as this happens. As Fifa spurts, the scrotum twitches and tries to free itself from Ms. Waterloo's mouth, but she doesn't let go. <<if $fifa_anal>>Her finger stops moving back and forth and just stays inserted, but the way her forearm muscles twitch tells you she's still moving her finger in some way.<</if>> This might be the most semen you've ever seen from a single orgasm. You forgot to count, but it feels like Fifa's shot at the wall 15 times. It oozes down until it mixes with the water and forms into a milky cloud. Finally, Fifa's powerful orgasm ends and she slumps like she's fallen asleep. Ms. Waterloo continues to stroke<<if $fifa_anal>>, finger,<</if>> and suck, but by all accounts, Fifa doesn't even care. Her breathing pattern has returned to slow and peaceful. As if woken from a dream, Ms. Waterloo opens her eyes and releases the testicles from her mouth. She looks at Fifa and sees her slumped as her bottom hangs over the wall. After shrugging, Ms. Waterloo smiles and says, "That was fun. Are these the only transgender students at your school?" Your eyes ping-pong between Fifa and Ms. Waterloo before you answer. "No, actually, we have 3 more." "Hmm," Ms. Waterloo replies. There's some semen in her hair and she just realized it. She rubs her jaw a bit then says, "Well, I'd love to meet them, too." After rubbing the other side of her face, she says, "Though, right now I'm a little too tired for that." "I'll bet," you scoff. [[It's about time for class to be over.->NewSwimsuitsEnd]]\ <<if (not $finished_swimsuits_beth) and $has_mothers>> [[There's still time to watch Beth do her 'special' move.->NewSwimsuitsBeth]] <</if>>

Ms. Waterloo smiles at you and says, "That was ridiculous." You smile back and say, "You can do 'ridiculous' things like this every day when you're a teacher here. Does that sound appealing?" She doesn't reply directly, she just starts giggling. "I assume that means you'd like to stay?" "I think so, I mean- Yes, definitely." You sigh. "Great. I'm so happy to hear that. I may come by time to time and give you special ideas for classes, but on normal days you get to do what you want. Just make sure it's 'ridiculous', OK?" She nods, but she's not looking at you. She's staring at the students frolicking in the pool. [[Office]]

The school only has one nurse and her name is Nurse Neadle. Outside her office's door are 4 folding chairs that could be used as a waiting room, but the teachers are pretty strict and don't usually let students leave during their classes. As a result, these chairs are usually empty, but as luck would have it, Nurse Neadle is sitting on one of them, filing her nails. With your arm around Kira's back, you walk toward the nurse until she hears your footsteps and looks up. When she sees Kira, she frowns, hops off her chair, and helps you carry her. She grunts and says, "What happened here? Feeling a little sick?" Kira says, "Yeah," as she's helped through the door. Nurse Neadle's office is a little cramped, but it seems sterile enough. In the center of the room is an examination table with about 4 feet of walking space on all sides. You and the nurse help Kira lay down on it and when she's settled she rubs her hands up and down her distended belly and groans. "We'll be right back, honey," Nurse Neadle says to Kira. She nods toward the door to tell you she wants to talk outside. When you've got some privacy, she says, "What is it, is something wrong with the baby?" You try not to, but you can't help but scoff. "No, she just ate too much. She's not even pregnant." Nurse Neadle touches her finger to her lip then says, "Oops. Well, good thing I asked you first instead of her. That would have been embarrassing." She turns slightly away from you and rubs her chin as she says, "That's a much better problem to have, anyway. I'll just perform a gastric lavage-" She clicks her tongue then says, "No wait, we haven't received the Ewald tubes yet. Well that's probably fine, I'll just do it the old fashioned way." After nodding to herself she looks at you and smiles. "I think I've got this under control. Normally, this is the part where I'd ask for some privacy for the patient, but I know your school is a little more... shall we say, 'open minded'? So you're free to watch the procedure if you're interested." "Procedure?" you say. "She just ate too much. What are you going to do to her?" She shakes her head and smiles. "Ah, sorry. I may have made it sound more grandiose than it is. We just need to expel the contents of her stomach until she's comfortable. I'll simply trigger her gag reflex with a tongue depressor." "You mean make her vomit?" Nurse Neadle smiles and nods. "Then she'll feel all better. Of course, if she just wants to lay there and wait it out, that's fine too. I doubt anyone else will need me today." [[Let Nurse Neadle use her best judgement without your presence. You go back to your office.->Office]] [[Continue.->NurseKiraVomit2]]\ <<chardetail "Nurse Neadle" "She helped Kira to vomit after she ate too much.">>\ <<chardetail "Kira" "With Nurse Neadle's help, she vomited when she ate too much.">>

Once you and Nurse Neadle step back into the office, she turns her back to Kira to put on a latex glove. "Hello Kira. I'm Nurse Neadle and it's a pleasure to meet you. Heard you have quite the tummy ache?" Kira exhales slowly as she turns her head to face the nurse, then says, "Uh huh." "What'd you eat," the nurse asks, partially distracted as she puts on the second glove. "Chocolate muffins." "Chocolate muffins, huh?" She turns around and lifts Kira's shirt up, just enough to expose her mid section, and gently presses her fingertips against it. "How many did you eat?" Kira grunts at the prodding, then says, "Like a billion." "I can feel that," she says with a grin then she takes her hands of Kira's stomach. "This is the first time I've had someone in here for overeating, you know." Kira slowly exhales and shakes her head. "Well, you've got 2 options. I'm afraid to say you can either throw it up or you can poo it out. Since you ate so much, the latter might be a little uncomfortable. By that I mean both the waiting and the actual process of pooing it out, but you'll probably be fine. Which do you want to do?" Kira glances at you, blushes, then quickly looks away. "I dunno. Which do you think I should do?" Nurse Neadle says, "Hm, I think if I were you, I'd choose to throw up. It's a little icky, but you'll be feeling better in no time." Kira winces and holds her breath as she says, "Kay, let's do it then." "Sounds good to me," the nurse says. She pushes a button on the side of the table which causes half the table to slowly tilt up. It rises until Kira is lifted into a sitting position. [[Continue.->NurseKiraVomit3]]

Nurse Neadle removes a tongue depressor from a cylinder container on her counter top then smiles as she shows it to Kira. "It'll be easy and painless," the nurse says. "I'm going to use this to tickle the back of your throat, and then, well, you know the rest." Kira looks down for a second, then she nods. "It won't hurt or anything and you'll feel //much// better when it's all out of you. Promise. Now say 'ah'." Kira says, "But won't it make a huge mess?" Nurse Neadle laughs and says, "Wow, that was foolish of me. Here." She pulls out a huge glass bowl from a cabinet and places it on Kira's lap. "Can you hold that in place for me? Otherwise, just do your best to try and relax. Now say 'ah'." Kira glances at you and frowns, then whispers to the nurse, "Does <<she>> have to be here?" "Uh huh!" Nurse Neadle says it so matter-of-factly that Kira just accepts it like it's non-negotiable. Before she looks away from you, Kira sighs, then turns her attention to the nurse and opens her mouth. The nurse slightly bends over the bowl and looks down at Kira while she moves the tongue depressor toward her mouth. When the stick hits the back of Kira's throat she immediately gags, pushes the tongue depressor away, and holds her hand over her mouth with her eyes bugged out. "Oh, dear," Nurse Neadle says as she shakes her head. "We don't like that at all, do we? You sure you want to do this?" Kira looks shaken up, but she nods, and when she does the nurse smiles at her and says, "What a trooper." Kira's respiratory rate increases as the depressor passes her teeth. The nurse seems to move it slower than last time, maybe so it's less of a shock this time. It seems to work because Kira doesn't gag as dramatically. In fact, she barely coughs, that is until Nurse Neadle twirls the stick around and tickles a larger surface area on the back of her throat. It causes Kira's whole body to hunch forward as she retches, but nothing comes out. You note the way the nurse's thumb and forefinger dance before Kira gags a second time, much more violently than before. Her arms tremble and hug the bowl, as if holding it provides some sort of comfort. The nurse pulls the stick out then says, "You're doing great, you know. Again?" Kira nods. This time when she retches her tongue shoots out of her mouth and loops around the stick. All her neck muscles contract and she lets out a belch that sounds so vile you almost gag. It turns out to be another dry heave, and when it's over, she pushes the stick away to take a break. <<if $fp_spit>>You notice her eyes have begun to water and after a quick sniffle, she spits into the bowl. It's odd that it appears clear and thin as if she were spitting water, not saliva. <</if>>She looks up at you with her teary eyes then looks at the wall. [[It's obvious she wants you to leave. You go back to your office and give her some privacy.->Office]] [[Perhaps you should stay and give Kira some moral support.->NurseKiraVomit4]]

You do your best to comfort Kira by saying, "Just imagine how good you'll feel when this is over." Nurse Neadle looks at you and says, "She's going to feel so much better." When she turns back to Kira, she reaches across the bowl with her palm up and says, "Maybe it'll be easier if you held my hand?" There isn't much hesitation before Kira reaches for the nurse's hand. "Let's get that ick out of you, mm?" Nurse Neadle bites on the tip of her tongue and smiles as she slides the stick in a little further than before until Kira doubles over the same way someone would if they were punched in the gut. She lets out a disgusting noise that seems to come from deep down within her bowels. It sounds like someone screaming as they gargle water and you realize you're listening to her stomach churn as it compresses all its contents upward. Sticky brown and black chunks of chocolate muffin coated in mucus hurl out of her mouth with such surprising force that Kira partially overshoots the bowl and the top half of her vomit sprays all over Nurse Neadle's medical scrubs. Before the force of sick even has a chance to subside, Kira looks up at the nurse and apologizes with her teary eyes, but the nurse just stares back at her calmly and massages Kira's hand with her thumb. As you gasp with your hand over your mouth, your initial thought is how impressive it is that Nurse Neadle didn't even flinch. After about a second, the force of vomit diminishes and the rest lands directly in the bowl, but it splashes everywhere and the splatters of it land on the linoleum floor, making an outline of the bowl. As the last of it leaves her mouth, the nurse tilts her head and slowly shakes it as she stares down at Kira and almost lovingly reassures her by saying, "It's fine," then whispers, "I don't mind." Since Kira's still looking up, when the flow of vomit stops it pools at the back of her throat and she has to use her tongue to push the last of it out. Although the filth is pretty chunky, the thinner parts of its make up dribble down Kira's chin, trace her neck, and run behind her shirt. <<if $fp_spit>>Only then does she bow her head and start hawking thick, discolored loogies into the bowl. A tear runs down the side of her cheek. After spitting again, she<<else>>She<</if>> pulls her hand back, perhaps to wipe her mouth, but Nurse Neadle is still holding onto it. The abrupt movement shakes the bowl loose from Kira's other arm and it falls, shattering to pieces on the floor. Vomit flows out in all directions and you quickly hop up on the counter to prevent it from splashing on your shoes but you realize you were being overly dramatic. Kira's jaw drops as she looks at the floor then slowly looks up at the nurse. "I'm //so// sorry! I-I-," Kira blurts out a short cry then sniffles it away. "I was so distracted, I forgot you were holding onto-" "Completely my fault," Nurse Neadle says in a soothing tone as she shakes her head and pushes back a lock of Kira's hair. "I should have been the one holding onto the bowl. Not you. And if I let go of your hand, it wouldn't have even happened." She smiles and removes a strand of hair from Kira's mouth, then just stares at her for a second. The length of eye contact is almost inappropriate, but right before it gets to that point the nurse says, "So! Do you feel better?" Kira looks down and fidgets with her fingers, then she chuckles as she says, "Yeah. I guess so." "Aw, that's the only thing that matters." Nurse Neadle removes one of her gloves and brushes a tear off of Kira's cheek. "Those aren't tears of sadness, are they?" "No," Kira says as she sniffs and looks at the wall. "It's just from puking." "Good!" She turns to you and says, "Well, Kira's feeling better and I imagine watching me clean up these shards of glass won't be too interesting, but you're free to stay if you want." You smile and say, "I appreciate the offer, but I think I should be heading back to my office." "I understand," she says with a grin and a nod. "I'll send Kira back to class as soon as she's feeling up to it. Maybe let her shower off first though, huh?" [[Office]]

<<set _shown_swimming_links to 0>>\ <<if not $finished_new_swimsuits>>\ <<set _shown_swimming_links++>>\ [[Check on Ms. Waterloo's swim class->NewSwimsuits]] <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_kira_forced_feeding>>\ <<set _shown_swimming_links++>>\ [[Check on Mrs. Ball's physical education class->KiraForcedFeeding]] <</if>>\ <<if _shown_swimming_links eq 0 and $week is 3>> <<set $hide_camera_links to true>><<goto "UnlockEngineering">> <</if>>

<<set $week to 3>>\ It's Friday night and the last class of the day just ended. You're exhausted, but as you're about to call it a day you notice there's a new email waiting for you on your office computer. It reads: "Dear Principal $name, "Congratulations! I loved everything that happened this week. As a little reward, I thought we could put the school swimming pool back into commission. I'll send some men to fix that over the weekend. You won't even know they're there. "Relax and enjoy your weekend. My men will drop off swimsuits for the students and I've already found the perfect teacher. Her name is Ms. Waterloo and I think you're really going to like her. Check out her file when you have time. "-AB" There's an attachment to the email that must be the teacher's file AB was referring to. Looks like Ms. Waterloo has a problem keeping her hands off her students. While you skim, you gather that she's interested in both males and females, but according to the file, she's very discreet about it and has never been caught by a superior. The bottom of the document has a bunch of images of her with different students in somewhat questionable situations, and the first one is of her sitting on the edge of a pool at night, kissing a male student. It looks like it was taken with some sort of night vision goggles. The next picture is of her embracing a short female student from behind and they both look incredibly happy. Even though the student is smiling as she looks up at Ms. Waterloo, there's something unwholesome about the fact that they're alone in a pool at night. If you squint, the student kind of looks like Amy<<if $has_mothers>>, or maybe her mom, Beth\ <</if>>.\ <<if $has_futa_students>> You scroll to the next picture and see the profile of a short Asian woman happily splashing Ms. Waterloo from a few feet away. It's difficult to notice from the poor quality picture, but it looks like her top might be off. Although she has a completely different hairstyle, the student reminds you of Tiffany, the petite trans girl.\ <</if>> At first you think she's into skinny males and petite females but, as you continue scrolling, there's no discernible pattern you can identify. The incredible amount of damning evidence makes you wonder how she's never been caught. Her victims must like her to the point of wanting to protect her. You spin your chair and nibble on the side of your finger as you think about how you will use this against her. Externally, you kept your cool when you blackmailed Ms. Darwin, but it's not a pleasant experience for anyone involved and it's a risky way to start an introduction. There's no way to know how a person will react to it. What if Ms. Waterloo responds irrationally or violently? It might be safer to find a way to onboard her without using blackmail. As you fall asleep that night, you ponder how you can pull this off. [[Continue.->UnlockSwimming2]]\ <<charadd "Ms. Waterloo">>

Your eyes bolt open as you hear a knock. Where are you? For a brief moment you panic as you try to understand your surroundings. It's OK. You're in your bed and it's Sunday morning. You groan as you throw off the blankets. Was someone just knocking on your door or did you just dream that? You look out your dorm room's peephole but nobody's there. Shrugging, you decide to start your day. It takes about an hour to get ready. When you step out of your door you trip on something and almost fall. There's a large box by your feet. You immediately realize you didn't imagine that knock earlier. It was someone dropping this off then leaving before you answered the door. You place the box on your dining room table and cut it open. Ah, it's the new swimsuits AB promised. "Hmm," you say as you lift one out and inspect it. Of all the swimsuits, why would AB pick this style? It's certainly not very revealing. Even the majority of the wearer's back will be covered up. After looking through the box you conclude they're all the same: A conservative, white one-piece. At the bottom of the box is a typed note that reads, "Try getting them wet ;)". You walk to your sink and run some water under the swimsuit. What you see makes you smirk and shake your head. Your hand is visible through the other side of the wet spot. If someone were to wear these in a pool, they'd practically be skinny dipping. [[Office]]

<<set $finished_futanari_inspection to true>>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, a lot 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 trans 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 body part." 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 trans girls. Your students will break into groups and each group will give a survey to a trans girl. What do you say we draft it now?" [[Continue->FutanariInspectionSurvey]]<<nobr>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("LunaAutoFellatio")>> <<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "She ran a class where she gave a lewd survey to groups of students to test the trans girl's sexual response.">> <</nobr>>

(What you read will be on the survey. Click on a link to remove a question from the survey.) <<nobr>><<if $futa_inspection_check_minimum_sensitivity>> [["How sensitive is your trans girl? What is the minimal amount of contact you can use to get her hard?"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_check_minimum_sensitivity to false]] <<else>> [["Do not check minimum sensitivity"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_check_minimum_sensitivity to true]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity>> [["Inspect your trans girl's scrotum. Can you get her hard with scrotum stimulation alone?"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity to false]] <<else>> [["Do not check scrotum sensitivity"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity to true]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity>> [["Inspect your trans girl's anus. Can you get her hard with anus stimulation alone?"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity to false]] <<else>> [["Do not check anus sensitivity"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_anus_sensitivity to true]] <</if>><</nobr>> <<if $fp_puffy_anus>>\ <<nobr>> <<if $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses>> [["Use all of your senses to inspect your tran girl's anus. Record and report all of your findings. Warning: Some anuses may smell. Others may be overused and have a slight rosebutt. One of the human senses is sound, do you really want to..?"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_anus_all_senses to false]] <<else>> [["Do not inspect anus with all senses"|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_anus_all_senses to true]] <</if>> <</nobr>> <<else>>\ <<set $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses to false>> <</if>>\ <<nobr>>Choose how to end the class (currently selected is <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>"Maximum pre-cum extraction"<<else>>"Maximum ruined orgasms"<</if>>): <<set _blue_balls_text to "Use the rest of the time of the class to collect as much pre-cum as you can. How does your trans girl 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 girl has an orgasm or if you stop stimulating her.">> <<set _ruined_text to "Use the rest of the time in the class to give your trans girl as many ruined orgasms as you can. To give a ruined orgasm you must stimulate your girl to a point where they will orgasm but stop all physical contact before they do. Record how your girl ejaculates. How does she react to unsatisfying orgasms? Does she request a normal orgasm or does she request you to stop all stimulation? You will be punished if your girl has a regular orgasm or if she has less than 3 orgasms.">> <</nobr>>\ * <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>_blue_balls_text<<else>>[["" + _blue_balls_text|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_blue_balls to true, $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms to false]]<</if>> * <<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>_ruined_text<<else>>[["" + _ruined_text|FutanariInspectionSurvey][$futa_inspection_blue_balls to false, $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms to true]]<</if>> [[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 yourselves?" The five students jump out of their desks and line up shoulder to shoulder to face the class. "Why don't you start, dear? Tell us your name." Ms. Darwin is 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 says. Next up is a very tall, muscular African American student. "My name is Luna. I'm also from Saint Joseph's school." Ms. Darwin says, "Very good. We know you're all from the same school. No need to say which school you're from." Luna blushes and says sorry. "That's alright. Moving on, what's your name?" An extremely petite, pale Asian girl says her name was Tiffany. Next to her is Bailey. She is a Caucasian with jet black hair and bangs and she kind of has an emo look. The last transfer student is Fifa. She is Asian and small like Tiffany, but not as petite. Her nice, bronze colored skin and almond shaped eyes make you think she's Filipina. [[Continue->FutanariInspection4]]<<charadd "Lucy">><<charadd "Luna">><<charadd "Tiffany">><<charadd "Bailey">><<charadd "Fifa">>

You tell Ms. Darwin that she should pass out the survey. Ms. Darwin says, "Yes, Principal $name. I'll do 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?" Ms. Darwin asks the petite, pale young Asian. "Would you mind disrobing for me?" She quickly nods her head and scrambles to take her top off. Everyone is amazed at how quickly she reacts to the request. She never breaks eye contact with Ms. Darwin the whole time. When she takes her top and bra off, you can see that Tiffany is almost flat chested. She closes her legs tight then pulls off her skirt and panties. For a brief moment, you see something sticking out between her legs, but you'd have to know to look for it and the students are far too bashful to stare at that part of her body. She quickly covers her crotch to conceal the unique part of her body as she holds her other arm across her chest to cover her nipples. While making an uncomfortable smile at Ms. Darwin, she asks, "Like this, ma'am?" Even you are in disbelief at how obedient Tiffany is. Our students have a lot to learn when it comes to discipline. Ms. Darwin hesitates but when she comes to her senses she says, "Yes, just like that." Tiffany gives a sigh of relief at hearing that she has 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 looks past them like an actress on stage. Some whispers could be heard coming from the audience, but not everyone sees it yet. Ms. Darwin walks over to Tiffany and whispers something into her ear. Tiffany nods and swallows then opens her legs so they are shoulder width apart. [[Continue->FutanariInspection5]]

Now it is clear that the whole class sees what is unique about Tiffany. Someone clearly says, "Oh my god". The whispers turn into side conversations. "Class!" Ms. Darwin yells, "Let's be polite and mature about this." It takes a few seconds but the class quiets down. "OK, now would you other four please disrobe and stand like Tiffany while I hand out the rest of these surveys?" The sitting students pass the sheets of paper around without looking away from the transfer students. They are mesmerized by the disrobing. Luna, the African American trans girl, clearly has the largest penis, at least the largest when soft. Tiffany, the petite asian one, has the smallest. Both Tiffany and Fifa (the bronze Filipina) are the only uncircumcised girls. When every transfer student is naked, some of the sitting students start reading the survey questions. Some are curious, some are confused, and some are concerned. <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>"What is per-cum?", Mia asks. "It's pronounced pre-cum," Ms. Darwin replies. "When you arouse a penis, a little bit of liquid comes out to lubricate it before sex." <</if>><<if $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses>>Amy asks, "When it says, "Use all your senses to inspect your trans girl's anus", does that mean I have to use my tongue?" "Well," Ms. Darwin replies, "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 frowns. "And we have to sniff it, too?!" "Yes, and record all your findings." <</if>>[[Continue->FutanariInspection6]]

"Now then," Ms. Darwin continues, "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 as I see fit." The students get out of their desks and walk to their favorite trans girl. Amy, the most petite student of Ms. Darwin's class goes to Tiffany, the most petite trans girl. Hannah goes to Lucy, the chubby brunette. Her twin sister Anna goes to Bailey, the emo girl with jet black hair. The groups of three or four students sit Indian style in front of a standing trans girl. Many of them are curious. Very few people have ever seen anything like this and most of the students have never seen a penis before. You see a few sitting girls look at their transfer student and wave at them. The trans girls smile back anxiously but don't wave back because they were told to stand with their legs spread and their hands on their hips. [img[images/futa_inspection_min_touch_resized.png]] "Before we begin," Ms. Darwin says, "There are a couple of important tools each group will need." She draws 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 has, she continues, "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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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 blushes and shrugs. "Maybe?" Mia moves to a kneeling position by Lucy's side and taps her index finger at the top of Lucy's penis. It bobs up and down a little but does not get any harder. "Does that feel good?" Lucy shrugs again and says, "Not really." You decide to give the team a clue, "Mia, have you tried underneath?" Mia gently pinches Lucy's shaft on both sides and lifts her soft penis up to expose the underside. Then she starts 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 gets up and pinches Lucy like Mia. The two girls work as a team: One to hold the soft shaft in place and the other to do the stroking. Lucy appears to like the attention and starts growing. The two girls look at each other and smile at their success. Mia, unable to contain herself, claps a little bit in her excitement. Hannah says, "That's so weird, I can feel it growing on my fingers." Mia looks up at Lucy and says, "That means it's good, right?" Lucy blushes and nods. 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]]<<chardetail "Mia" "She made Lucy get hard by stroking the underside of her penis, near the head.">><<chardetail "Hannah" "She helped Mia get Lucy's penis hard by holding it in place as Mia stroked the underside.">>

You walk to Luna's group and they also seem to be having a tough time. Luna is the largest trans girl 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. <<linkreplace "Maybe you can figure out what Luna likes? You may have to get hands on." t8n>>"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.<<replace "#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. <</replace>><</linkreplace>> "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. <span id="stroke"></span>"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." <<if $fp_twin>>[[Luna only gets turned on by taboos. Rearrange the groups so the twins are in Luna's group.->FutanariInspectionTwinSensitivity]] <</if>>\ [[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 so sexual and they don't want to have to participate with each other. Luna looks away but starts to get 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 do as they're told. It is quite easy for both of them to fit their hands on Luna's shaft at the same time. The sisters can feel the penis stiffen. They both look 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 closes her eyes when you ask the question and bit her lip for a second. Hannah and Anna turn toward you and plead "no" with their expressions. Luna replies, "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, rub this ice pack on Luna's penis until she's soft again. Then we can run a new experiment." Hannah grabs the ice pack and places it on top of Luna's penis then rubs it around on the underside and on her scrotum. Luna reacts 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." At the mere suggestion, Luna starts getting hard again. "Wonderful. Isn't that 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 pull that off. "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 both 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 isn't passionate but it does 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]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "She gets turned on by the twins during the trans girl survey.">>\ <<chardetail "Hannah" "She was moved to Luna's group during the trans girl survey.">>\ <<chardetail "Anna" "She was moved to Luna's group during the trans girl survey.">>

<<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 likes you." Amy glances up and smiles at Luna before nervously looking away. "Let's try it again with even less physical contact, OK?" You tell 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 reacts 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' as 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. You see Amy's nostrils flair then notice the musty odor of Luna's penis. 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 as it grows toward her. 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 her cheeks with one hand to pucker her lips and 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 a protest. 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]]\ <<chardetail "Luna" "She gets turned on by Amy during the trans girl survey.">>\ <<chardetail "Amy" "You moved her into Luna's group during the trans girl survey.">>

<<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. Tiffany is the flat chested asian with the tiniest, uncircumcised penis. You see a student 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 she squeezing too hard for you?" "Yes ma'am." The student stops and lowers her hand. You remind the group to communicate with their trans girl. 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 and gently lift 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 light 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." The student 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." Ms. Darwin points at Tiffany's penis and says, "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 kneels down next to Sabrina's side and extends her hand between Tiffany's legs. With her palm up, she raises her index finger to the back of Tiffany's scrotum and starts caressing behind it while the student continues to stroke the sides. The caress make Tiffany's testicles gently sway back and forth and her penis starts bobbing some more. "There we go," Ms. Darwin smiles. "Casey, why don't you come up and try this technique?" A different girl from the group changes positions with Ms. Darwin. "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. Casey, 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. The students smirk at how small it is. Ms. Darwin stares at it as she bites her lower lip, then says, "Fascinating." She doesn't want to harp on the issue and 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 the students 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. "Only if I try to pull it back, ma'am." When each student has inspected Tiffany's phimosis, they go back to their own trans girls and continue the survey. <<if $fp_cbt>>"Come," you say to Ms. Darwin. "Let's see how Bailey's group is doing." [[Continue->FutanariInspectionScrotumSensitivity2]]\ <<else>>\ [[Continue->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]] <</if>><<chardetail "Tiffany" "She does not like her testicles squeezed, but she does enjoy light contact.">><<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "She got Tiffany hard from scrotum stimulation.">><<chardetail "Casey" "She got Tiffany hard from stimulating the back of her scrotum.">>

You walk over to Bailey's group. Bailey has the second largest penis of the trans girls. Her jet black hair and pale skin give her an almost emo look. The students of this group seem to be making the same mistake as the last group: Squeezing too hard. But, unlike Tiffany, Bailey seems to be partially erect. Ms. Darwin asks Bailey, "Is that too hard?" She replies, "No ma'am." A student tells Ms. Darwin that Bailey 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 wants harder squeezing? Ms. Darwin has never heard of someone liking such a thing. Taken a little aback, Ms. Darwin replies, "Su... sure... Olivia, can you squeeze harder?" Olivia does as she is told and Bailey lets out a little moan but does not get harder. "More?" Ms. Darwin asks. Bailey nods 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 again?" "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 wraps her hand around Bailey's scrotum and touches her index and thumb together. "Yeah like that. Now pull down so that they're tight." The student removes 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 tilt your hand so the balls are facing me." Olivia places her thumbs on each of Bailey's testicles then looks up. "Ready?" Bailey smiles with anticipation. Olivia pushes her thumbs into Bailey's testicles. Each testicle is being crushed on two sides: While Olivia's thumbs apply pressure on the bottom, the top is being pushed hard against the other student's 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 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 infers that Ms. Darwin wants her to stop, but Olivia knows she isn't technically disobeying if she holds this pressure the way it is. As time passes, Bailey's breathing rate increases and she takes a hand off her hip and starts 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 remarks 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]]<<nobr>> <<run $cameraPassagePool.push("BaileyCbt")>> <<chardetail "Bailey" "She got hard from Olivia crushing her balls during the trans girl survey.">> <<chardetail "Olivia" "She made Bailey hard from crushing her balls during the trans girl survey.">> <</nobr>>

You and Ms. Darwin walk toward Fifa's group and notice the students seem to have stopped giving the survey. Fifa is the tan, Filipina girl with a very fit body. "Which question are you on?" you ask. 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. Either that's her natural skin color or 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 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 shakes 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 surprised by it. She's probably never seen an anus up close before. You say, "Did you see that?" while pointing at her penis and Kira shakes her head. "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 comfortable?" As Kira stares, Fifa's anus contracts over and over again. She notices how the scrotum tightens as the anus puckers. The winking skin pulls Fifa's fingertips closer toward the anus then back out again when she relaxes. "Kira still seems nervous, Ms. Darwin. Perhaps you should go first." Ms. Darwin's first consoles Kira and tells 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 buttock muscles. This wink is much more sudden and tighter than the demonstrations. When Fifa adjusts to the feeling she loosens up again. This frees Ms. Darwin's 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. Fifa winks Kira smiles then says, "That feels //so// weird." When you ask Fifa how it feels, 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. The technical term for that is her sphincter. Make sure to record that on your sheet later. I'd love for you to make a little sketch on your paper if you have the time. But for now, I want you to touch the very middle, OK? Put your fingertip on the center of the anus you just mentioned." When Kira does as she's asked, Fifa clenches up and the two students to her side gasp. Kira says, "Whoa, it's like it's sucking on my fingertip. That feels 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 some 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 Jessie." Once they've swapped, you say to Kira, "I want you to record what you see on Fifa's face when Jessie touches her." The two students look like real scientists as they jot 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]]<<chardetail "Fifa" "She had her anus played with during the trans girl survey to check for its sensitivity.">>

"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. Jessie you're first." The students must notice a look of concern on Fifa's face. In an act of tenderness Kira rubs Fifa's shoulder and says, "Don't worry, we'll go very slow." Fifa gulps and says, "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 Jessie spread it around. "Gently push your fingertip in," you say to Jessie. As Jessie slowly pushes her finger in she hears a grunt come out of Fifa's other end. Kira consoles her by saying, "It's OK, it's OK. Does it hurt?" Fifa says no, but that it feels strange. You watch each knuckle on Jessie's finger slowly glide into the anus. Jessie 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, "Jessie, 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 by whispering, "Do you like that?" Fifa nods. Although her penis does not get hard, you see pre-cum starting to form. When Jessie pulls her finger out you say, "Let's rotate. I want everyone to scratch Fifa's itch just like Jessie 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 has connected from her penis to the floor. Unfortunately, Fifa is 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]]<<chardetail "Fifa" "She does not get hard from anal stimulation, but she enjoys it.">><<chardetail "Kira" "She anally fingers Fifa during the trans girl survey.">><<chardetail "Jessie" "She anally fingers Fifa during the trans girl survey.">>

You walk to Lucy and see that the group is on the question where they must inspect their girl's anus with all their senses. The whole group is sitting behind Lucy doing their best while she poses with her hands on her hips and spreads her legs. Lucy is a chubby girl with a fat penis. "May I give some advice?" you ask, "this is not a very good position for this survey question. Let me show you a better one." You 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. There's few wrinkles and they bulge out in an offensive way. A few students look away with frowns on their faces. "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 disturbed by the idea that they should be thankful for the view. <<linkreplace "Inspect using the sense of smell." t8n>>"We just got one sense out of the way: We've all 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 spreading hands and 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 at least 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 sticking her nose in. After a minute, Mia claims she can't smell it anymore. "Very good," you say. "You did wonderful."<<chardetail "Mia" "She smelled Lucy's ass until the scent was no longer offensive to her.">><</linkreplace>> [[Continue->FutanariInspectionAnusAllSenses2]]<<chardetail "Lucy" "Her puffy anus was stimulated by Mia">>

"In the name of time, we'll tackle taste and touch simultaneously." <<linkreplace "Those petals deserve even more attention. Have Mia do more with them." t8n>>But let's start with baby steps. Mia, I want you to give each of those four petals a kiss." <<linkreplace "Click for a visual of Lucy's Anus" t8n>>[img[images/mia_and_lucy_resized.png]]<</linkreplace>> Mia starts at the top and moves clockwise until she kisses 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 possible. 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 place her teeth on both sides of every bulge. Lucy releases a gasp then moans 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 when 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.<<chardetail "Mia" "She sucked on Lucy's puffy anus.">><</linkreplace>> "What we're going to do now is stick your tongue in Lucy's anus. For the other students' benefit, I'd like you to only use your tongue for this. That way we can watch 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 from the top, but this should give you a better view of the tongue entering. "You may begin." Mia sticks out her tongue and makes a sharp point. It gets hugged by 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 puffy anus. 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." This seems to be the first time in a few minutes that Mia looks embarrassed. She continues 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." <<if $fp_farting>>[[For educational purposes, the students should observe and document the sounds that an anus makes.->FutanariInspectionAnusSound]] <</if>>\ [[Yes, anuses make sounds, but they're really dirty. The students should skip this exercise->FutanariInspectionGoToNextScene]]

You walk over to Lucy's front 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 them shoulder to shoulder with 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. Its center opens 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 to come. 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. It makes a squeak then a low hissing sound. The force of the fart moves Mia's hair. A few seconds later, the students break formation as they all start coughing and holding their nose. One of them says, "Oh my god, that was so gross." "Make sure to document the sound and the smell on your surveys. Use descriptive words. Does it smell like burnt rubber, rotten eggs. You get the idea." 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]]<<chardetail "Lucy" "She farted so that Mia and others could record the smell during the trans girl survey.">>

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. <<if $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 to count it. At the end of class we can tally the results.<</if>><<if $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 and let it happen anyway. This should leave your transfer student frustrated and unsatisfied, but it should also reduce the refractory period. That 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 to count it. At the end of class we can tally the result.<</if>>" [img[images/mechanical_counter.png]] [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd2]]

<<if not $futa_inspection_anus_all_senses>>\ <<goto "FutanariInspectionEnd3">>\ <<else>>\ You walk over to Lucy's group and inspect their technique. Mia positions the chubby, Caucasian trans girl 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. Every 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<<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>> and clicking whenever it drips<</if>>. 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, then explains, "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 you use your hand to slowly bend her over and she 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.<<if $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.<</if>> "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. <<if $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 difficult for someone to orgasm from anus stimulation alone. But remember, it's against the rules to stop all forms of stimulation without my permission so you have to keep doing something. OK, please continue." As the stroking and making out continues, you hear Lucy's moans get more frustrated.<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>"Congratulations! It looks like you got Lucy close. That was good judgement to stop stroking but you didn't bring 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 your 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 textbook. You couldn't see, but the semen just dribbled out. That's how you know you ruined it." An enthusiastic Mia says, "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.<</if>> [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd3]]<</if>>

<<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. "<<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>2 drops<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>0 orgasms<</if>> 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 <<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>a normal<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>an orgasm<</if>> 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 nod and do as they were told. "Suck more into your mouth." As they pull more scrotum into their mouths, their faces move closer together. Eventually the sides of their lips are barely making contact with each other as they suckle. Luna lifts her head and groans. "Is that 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.<<elseif $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. "<<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>2 drops<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>0 orgasms<</if>> 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 insulted by the comment but you feel she should know she's coming on too strong. Besides, you're afraid she can 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 some coordination with Luna, Amy jumps as high as she can into Luna's arms. Amy clasps her hands behind Luna's back and wraps her legs around her waist. Her head is pressed against Luna's bare chest. Luna is so muscular that the weight is inconsequential to her. All she wants to do is look down into Amy's eyes. They press their foreheads together and Luna starts giving Amy eskimo kisses. Ms. Darwin grabs an idle student by the hand and instructs her to stroke Luna from underneath the hug. Luna's smile gets wider as she is stroked but she doesn't break 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.<</if>> 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<</if>> face up and open your mouth." The student positions herself right under Luna's giant penis. You tell Luna, "If you <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>produce pre-cum for the group<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>have a ruined orgasm<</if>>, 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 like the idea of that?" "Yes, ma'am", she replies. You pat her on the shoulder and say, "Good.<<if $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.<</if>>"<<if $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 <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-cum drops<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>semen<</if>> in her mouth.<</if>><<if $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.<</if>> [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd4]]

Tiffany, the Asian trans girl with the tiniest penis, is on her back with two students holding her legs behind her head. It doesn't seem very comfortable, but it gives the students good access: A student is 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, "That's very good!" She uses her index finger to wipe off a trail of pre-cum on Tiffany's stomach then shows the group 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<<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>> and a "click" from the mechanical counter is heard<</if>>. Ms. Darwin seems to have some sort of lewd fascination with Tiffany's penis. Normally she seems much more reserved than this, but she seems incapable of holding back. She admires its uncommon beauty. It's so small that it could be held with 3 fingers. The phimosis (tight foreskin) 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 and asks, "May I?" She uses two fingers to cradle it from behind and uses her thumb on the same hand to strum it delicately on its sensitive part. "So adorable," she says under her breath so quietly that only you 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. <<if $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.<</if>><<if $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 up 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 patters on the cradling fingers of Ms. Darwin's non-caressing hand. Ms. Darwin reduces 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 frustrated 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 stop touching it, 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.<</if>> Ms. Darwin stands up to address the students. "You are doing amazing! <<if $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 and 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."<</if>><<if $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."<</if>> <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>> <<set _pre to "pre-">>\ <<else>>\ <<set _pre to "">>\ <</if>>\ <<set _link_text to "You wonder if Tiffany has ever tasted her own " + _pre + "cum. Ms. Darwin should run an experiment to see if Tiffany likes it.">>\ <<linkreplace _link_text t8n>>"Ms. Darwin, I think we should run an experiment to see if Tiffany likes the taste of her own <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>cum. Would you like to run it?" "Yes!", she catches 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 walks over to her desk drawer and pulls out a brown paper bag that contains her lunch, reaches in, fishes around, and pulls out a plastic spoon. By the time she's walked back to the group, a tiny puddle of <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>cum has coalesced in the little notch of her neck where Tiffany's collar bones meet. Ms. Darwin needs a few attempts to gather as much <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>cum as she could into her spoon and then lifts it into Tiffany's view. "Say ah!", Ms. Darwin says with a perverted smile. Tiffany frowns and pulls her mouth away. The teacher places the side of the spoon to Tiffany's closed mouth and waits for Tiffany to obey. It smells terrible. Submissive as always, Tiffany does as she is told. She opens her mouth enough for the spoon to fit and Ms. Darwin rotates her wrist so the <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>cum pours into Tiffany's mouth. Tiffany grimaces at the taste and the fact that it has cooled somehow makes it seem worse. When Ms. Darwin finishes pouring she waits for Tiffany to swallow. It seems especially labored and drawn out and when Tiffany gulps the sticky liquid down she sticks 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. Before she wraps her lips around it, she looks down to see how much is left, then starts slurping. You see a glob of <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>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 <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>cum. <<if $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 this 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 her orgasm." She hands the spoon to the student with the mechanical counter.<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>Let's all document this on our surveys when we have free time."<</if>> "Thank you." Ms. Darwin whispers in your ear so only you can hear it.\ <<chardetail "Ms. Darwin" "She fed Tiffany some of her own fluids, but Tiffany did not like it.">><<chardetail "Tiffany" "She does not like the taste of her own fluids.">><</linkreplace>> [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd5]]

<<if (not $futa_inspection_scrotum_sensitivity) or (not $fp_cbt)>>\ <<if $futa_inspection_blue_ball>>\ <<goto "FutanariInspectionEnd6">>\ <<else>>\ <<goto "FutanariInspectionEnd7">>\ <</if>>\ <<else>>\ 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 punches 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. "<<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>9 drops<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>2 orgasms<</if>> 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 <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>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 so you move to her front to see what this student is doing. The student has her palm facing up below Bailey's penis and vigorously strokes 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."<<if $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. Her knees start to tremble. 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. The student lifts her fingertips to Bailey's mouth and tilts her palm down to let gravity pour the semen onto her tongue. Some semen spills 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.<</if>> "Very creative," you say as you walk to the 3rd student and give the mechanical counter back. "Whatever you're doing seems to be working. Keep it up!" <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>\ [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd6]]\ <</if>>\ <<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>\ [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd7]] <</if>>\ <</if>>

Fifa's group seems rather tame compared to the other groups you've inspected. The trans girl's tan, Filipina body stands with her head bent down. Kira is behind her and another student is in front. The one in front strokes her shaft and cups her balls while Kira 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." [img[images/fifa_blue_balls.png]] "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!" Fifa begins whimpering on hearing how much time is left in the class. [[Continue->FutanariInspectionEnd7]]<<chardetail "Fifa" "She had painful blue-balls during the trans girl survey.">>

You walk to all the other groups<<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>> and see their trans girls are in similar shape<</if>>. No more smiling faces. Many complaining about aches and pains or begging the students for <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>release<</if>><<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>>them to stop. They don't want to cum anymore<</if>>. 5 minutes pass and you go around the room checking the mechanical timers and are ecstatic to see how much <<if $futa_inspection_blue_balls>>pre-<</if>>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. You whisper into Ms. Darwin's ear and she nods then 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 to 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 ensues with all the students running from transfer student to transfer student, 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.<<if $futa_inspection_ruined_orgasms>> Two students kiss each side of Fifa many times simultaneously and it actually causes her to have another ruined orgasm all over the floor.<</if>> When the bell rings, you make the transfer students 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 to their dorms, which is in a few hours. [[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 and says, "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 Jessie all the time when we lived back home." Ms. Ball glares at the woman who interrupted her. She normally she'd give a student a cruel punishment for interrupting but she must be cutting the mom some slack since it's her first day. The mothers all look happy at the idea of 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 white crop top is a little short and exposes their midriff. In fact, they're 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 too revealing? I know it's an all-girls school, but I still don't like the idea of my daughter exposed 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, the shortest girl in school. "OK, I've noted that. I'll come to discuss it with you soon." She smiles, feeling that she's been heard and goes back to the massage table with her daughter. [[Continue->MassageTherapy2]]

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," Mrs. Ball says, "but, 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. 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 hesitate. For them it's strange that their daughters are undressing publicly even if they are 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 complains to Mrs. Ball but she quickly placates the mom by assuring her that everything is normal. When the young students are laying on their stomachs with a towel covering their butts, Mrs. Ball explains, "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 groin meet." She places her hand on the nearest student to indicate where it is and starts rubbing it. "I'm sure it's very sore. We're going to focus on that muscle first." [img[images/mother_daughter_massage.png]] [[Continue->MassageTherapy3]]

The mothers aren't stupid and openly revolt against it. They refuse 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 and sit up on their massage table to beg their mothers to submit. 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 gasps. "Is that what you've been putting my baby through?" She grabs her daughter's head and pins 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. "There's no way for you to contact the outside world. Your mobile phone can't connect to the internet or make calls. 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 expressions that they believe you. "Now then, I think we should get back to the lesson. What do you say?" [[Continue->MassageTherapy4]]

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 like a drill sergeant to their table and tells them to follow instructions or be punished. You walk over to watch the scene. "I just don't think it's right for me to touch my baby 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 walks to her duffle bag and pulls out a blindfold. She stands behind Claire and places it over her eyes. "What's this for?" Claire asks as she feels around at the mask. "There," Mrs. Ball replies. "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 feels around blindly until her palm cups Sarah's calf. It is ridiculous to pretend it is a part of a male's body because it is so thin, smooth and hairless. But, maybe she can pretend it is another woman besides her daughter. [[Continue->MassageTherapy5]]<<chardetail "Claire" "While blindfolded, she gave her daughter, Sarah, a lewd massage in gym class.">><<chardetail "Sarah" "She received a lewd massage from her mother, Claire, in gym class.">>

Mrs. Ball grabs Claire's fingers and places them on the inside of Sarah's knees. "Now, use your fingertips to apply outward pressure along this muscle." She guides Claire's hand halfway up the thigh and lets go. Claire stops moving up the thigh and massages where her hands are left. Mrs. Ball sees her stall and says, "Massage the rest of the muscle, Claire." You can imagine how the blindfold makes this much more terrifying. Claire can't tell what her fingers will run into. She moves her fingertips as slowly as possible along the upper thigh. Perhaps she was thinking, 'Maybe if I stall long enough the teacher will move to someone else?' "Keep going until you reach the end of that muscle," Mrs. Ball says. Claire's fingers start to tremble. She doesn't know how close she is to the end, but she must have felt her hands pass under the towel and maybe even her daughter's warmth radiating on her fingertips. Her fingers start shaking the closer she gets. You smile as you try to put yourself in her shoes. She's probably thinking someone's going to tell her to stop at any moment. That this is all some cruel joke. Suddenly, Claire recoils her arm back while curling her fingers into a claw. As this is happening, Sarah squeezes her thighs closed on her mom's hand and holds it in place. Claire must have bumped into "something". "I'm sorry, baby," Claire called out. "I didn't mean to." "It's ok, mom," Sarah yells through the hole in the table. "You didn't touch anything." You're pretty sure that's a lie. "Very good," Mrs. Ball says. "Now I'm going to place your fingers back at the knee and we're going to do that all over again." Mrs. Ball diligently stands there and has Claire repeat the process over and over again. You bend over to get a better view this time. Half the time Claire's fingers touch her daughter's vulva but each time they get a little desensitized to it. Eventually, Sarah stops closing her thighs on impact and Claire's fingers stop shaking. When it got to that point, Mrs. Ball grabs Claire's hands and places 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." Mrs. Ball is making Claire put on a taboo show for you. "What is this," Claire asks with a grimace. "It's warm." "Don't worry about it," Mrs. Ball replies. Claire's hands are cupping her daughter's ass and her thumbs were very close to her daughter's vulva. It must be radiating warmth. You kneel under the table and look at Sarah's face through the hole. Her eyes are shut tight, probably trying to imagine something else is happening. It's easy to empathize with that. After all, her mom's hands are on her ass and her thumbs are placed on the groove between her vulva and legs. You stand up to watch the scene from Mom's angle. Though there was no direct contact, as her thumbs circle they push her labia together and spread them apart over and over again. Sarah does her best to deny this feels good, but after a minute her own body betrays her. The moisture built up inside and her mom's fondling starts to make little wet popping noises. It's loud enough that everyone by the table could hear it, but nobody says anything to acknowledge it. Mrs. Ball crosses her arms with a smug look on her face and nods at you. Mrs. Ball walks over to Sarah's side of the table and pulls the towel up. As she does so, Sarah reaches behind herself to pull it down and is visibly surprised when she grabs Mrs. Ball's wrist instead of the towel. Once she realizes the teacher wants the towel to be moved, she puts her arm back at her side and lets it happen. Mrs. Ball moves the towel to Sarah's lower back so her whole bottom is exposed then she moves behind Claire and gently lifts the blindfold. It takes a while for Claire's eyes to adjust to the light and she keeps massaging as they focus. At this point, Claire's thumbs have migrated to her daughter's vulva. For the first time she could see the source of the wet popping sounds she'd been hearing: As Claire's thumbs circle toward Sarah's thighs, her daughter's slit pops open and Claire could see inside. A translucent white line of juice has secreted out of it and gravity pulled it down to her clitoris. Once the trail reached the clit, 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 circle close together, Sarah's slit shut tight and over a 10 minute period contributed to the white, milky consistency of the juice. Claire pulls back as she realizes she has been masturbating her daughter like this for minutes. "See?" Mrs. Ball says 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 scoops up a dangling thread of vaginal juice near Sarah's clitoris onto her finger and shows it to Claire. She 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 you came from," to it. Then she wipes her finger off on Sarah's clitoris. It makes Sarah lift her head off the table while moaning and shut her thighs. When Mrs. Ball does that, Claire's nostrils flare and she holds her chin up high. You can hear her breathe. The rage was quickly replaced with self disgust at what she has done with her own daughter. Claire watches Mrs. Ball nonchalantly walk to the next table as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. You smile and say, "How you feeling, Sarah? Nice and loose?" You pat Claire on the shoulder as you walk off. [[Continue->MassageTherapy6]]

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. When you walk up to her you 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 majora envelope everything but her clit. When 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 you just did. She uses her hands to obstruct your view of her daughter's private parts and says, "Give me that towel back!" "First, we should finish the conversation we started. Amy," you tap her thigh, "spread your legs." After a second, 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 yet she still has a cute, skinny figure. You gently pull outward to part her cheeks and expose what's behind them. It's a safe bet that Beth has never 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 starts 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. [[Continue->MassageTherapy7]]<<chardetail "Beth" "She disliked the school uniform policy, but you were able to convince her that they're not so bad.">><<chardetail "Amy" "You pulled her towel away and exposed her nude bottom to her mother, Beth.">>

<<set $finished_self_sketch to true>>Ms. Monet waits for everyone to sit down and describes how today's class will work. "Alright class, last week I took some wonderful photos of you. This class is going to be a follow up to that. I'm going to place a piece of paper on each of your desks, but don't turn it around until I say so." She smiles as she places them down on each desk. There's a different number written on the back of each page. When everyone has a paper, Ms. Monet faces the class and tells them to turn their page around. You see shocked expressions on each student's face. There's some groans and some flip their paper back around to hide its content. You walk over to a disturbed student and flip her paper over for her. That's when you see what's been passed out is a photograph of one of the vaginas that Ms. Monet took last week. "Is that yours," you whisper to the student. She grimaces as she tries to look at it as little as possible to answer the question, then she shakes her head no. These close up shots are larger than real life and span the whole page. The camera used is high end and really captures every crease and fold. Ms. Monet says, "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 can." [[Continue->SelfSketch2]]<<chardetail "Ms. Monet" "She ran a class where she handed out close up photographs of the other students.">>

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. At the halfway mark, the teacher explains the next part of the agenda. "A lot of you have really improved. I'm so proud of you! But, you don't have to take my word for it, I'm going to prove it. I'll explain as I go. First, I want every one of you to pause to take off your panties and put them on top of your desk, but continue finishing up your sketches when you've done that. Don't let Principal $name or me distract you from that." The students lift their hips in their chairs to pull off their panties. They leave their skirts on to keep some modesty. The students return to their drawings. You walk past some of the desks. Whenever a pair of panties are thrown sloppily on the desk you take it and fold it neatly for the student. Most of them pretend you're not there, but they're not doing a great job. As you fold a pair, one student starts biting her nails. Another glances at you nervously. Ms. Monet wanders between the desks looking at everyone's work until she stops at Kira's. "This one is rather good, I'd like to borrow it." She holds the picture out and speaks loudly so the rest of the class can hear her say, "Here's what I'm going to do to show you've improved so much. I'm going to take this sketch and find the source material. This picture is a good choice because there's a freckle on the inside of 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 circumstances are they to stop. She asks you to watch over the class to ensure they continue working. [[Continue->SelfSketch3]]

Ms. Monet crawls under the desk of Anna with the sketch in one hand. Anna's legs are crossed tight which hinders the exercise so Ms. Monet carefully unlocks Anna's legs and places both feet flat on the ground. Then, with both hands she pries them open at the knees. Ms. Monet sticks her head under the desk and you hear her say, "Wonderful." Ms. Monet pulls her head out, smiles, and talks to you, "I can't tell if this is the source material." Pointing at the sketch, she says, "This freckle is on the inside of the lip. I'll have to make a small adjustment to see if it's there." When the students modeled for the original photographs they were standing with their legs spread. This allows the camera to capture the inner beauty of the vulva. These same parts aren't visible when one is sitting at a desk that confines how wide Anna can open her legs. She sticks her head back under the desk. There are beads of sweat forming on Anna's upper lip and she wipes it off with her sleeve. You hear some movement under the desk and Anna closes her eyes and grits her teeth. Anna concentrates on biting her lip 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 place your hand on her shoulder and remind her to keep sketching. She opens her eyes and grabs her pencil. You hear a noise below and Anna jumps in surprise. It makes a loud screeching noise as her desk moves back a few inches. A student turns her head to look at the noise but a little glance from you makes her focus back on her work. "Now, now," Ms. Monet says from under the desk, "I'm just looking for a freckle. No need to overreact." She dropped her pencil and it rolled off the desk when she jumped back so you pick it up and place it back into her hand. You squeeze her hand around the pencil and say, "Keep going." Ms. Monet pulls her head out again and says to you, "Couldn't find a freckle." She tilts her head up to the ceiling and thinks. "You know, I can't remember if this camera flips the Y axis. I'll check the other side just to make sure." Anna closes her eyes and whines as Ms. Monet sticks her head back under the table. You snap your fingers in front of her face to remind her to keep sketching. Anna obeys for a moment, but then you see her furrow her brow and open her mouth as she scoots her hips back slowly. Her lower back hits the back rest of the chair and she groans then frowns. She begins to draw and a little "ugh" escapes her mouth. Soon, she forcefully breathes through her nose. Ms. Monet pokes her head out again and stands up. "Not the source of the image original image, I'm afraid," she says as she wipes a finger off on her slacks. "I guess I'll have to check the next student," she says with a smile. [[Continue->SelfSketch4]]<<chardetail "Anna" "Ms. Monet inspected her vulva to see if it had a freckle, but it did not. She was trying to find the source material of a close up photograph she took.">>

The next in line is Mia. When Ms. Monet puts herself under the desk, she obediently spreads her legs without being repositioned or asked. "What a lovely gesture. Thank you for making my life easier, Mia," Ms. Monet says. Mia makes a quick moan and bites her tongue. Under the desk, Ms. Monet says, "Hmm, seems slightly wet..." Mia looks side to side to see if anyone's watching but everyone is keeping to their business. It's as quiet as a library. It's unclear why Mia is wet. Is she enjoying the anticipation of her teacher's visit or the sketching activity? There's a bunch of rustling under the desk. Ms. Monet remarks on how it's a somewhat slippery down there and it's making it challenging to spread. Mia struggles to concentrate on her work but she's much better at it than Anna was. Ms. Monet seems to be taking much longer this time. Mia periodically peers toward the ceiling and bites her lower lip. You have enough trust in Mia to follow your directions and you're curious to see what Ms. Monet is up to. "Keep going," you whisper as you move to the front of the desk and squat down. You tap on the teacher's rear and she pulls her head out of the desk. "What's going on," you ask. In a quiet whisper she says, "I inspected the lips and saw that they're freckle-less but... I was feeling bold and wanted to, uh, stay under a while longer. Is that ok?" You look around at the other students. None of them are paying attention to you, or at least they're pretending not to. You nod your head. Ms. Monet interlocks her fingers like she's praying and mouths, "Thank you." She repositions herself on all fours and her head disappears from your view as it slowly goes deeper between Mia's two legs. You lift an eyebrow as you wonder, is she giving Mia oral sex? Unfortunately, from your position all you can see is Mia's expression. She makes a quick glance at you before going back to her sketching but you notice her non-drawing hand is slowly forming into a claw on the desk. It's not oral sex. You can tell because if you listen closely you can hear Ms. Monet breathing heavy through her mouth. She must be incredibly close though. Close enough that Mia can probably feel its warmth of the breath radiating onto her lips. You look to the side and smile as you hear Ms. Monet blow some air out of her mouth. You're not sure exactly what she's doing, but whatever it is seems to be having a negative effect on Mia's ability to concentrate. She places both hands flat on the desk, looks side to side with her mouth open, and whispers, "Oh god." Mia makes eye contact with you with a look on her face that's asking for help. Realizing it won't come, she obediently goes back to sketch. Mia has to fight her instincts to push her teacher's face away or close her legs tight. You see that Mia needs help concentrating so stand to her side and say, "Tell me about this photograph". "Umm..." Mia struggles to gather her thoughts. "I... it has long inner lips that..." Mia's legs fidget open and close. Mia gasps and slams her legs closed. She looks over the side of her desk to see what's happening underneath. "Mia!" you shout. She looks up at you with her mouth open. "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- the lips are thin.." Mia jerks her hips back against the desk and it makes a loud screeching noise. The other students focus on their own work this time. Mia is about to reach under the desk to push her teacher's head away before she stops herself. She spreads her fingers, clenches into a fist, closes her eyes, and breathes fast through her nose. Ms. Monet pops her head up and says, "She doesn't have a freckle either." Mia pulls the front of her skirt up and looks down to inspect herself. There's something shiny on Ms. Monet's finger. "My, that's a beautiful drawing, Mia. You really studied your photo." Mia blushes and thanks Ms. Monet. Whatever was distracting her doesn't seem to be an issue anymore. She goes back to sketching while humming a tune. You step away from the desks and wave Ms. Monet over. "What happened down there?" [[Continue->SelfSketch5new]]<<chardetail "Mia" "Ms. Monet inspected her vulva to see if it had a freckle, but it did not. She was trying to find the source material of a close up photograph she took.">>

Ms. Monet goes from desk to desk until she finds the girl with the freckle. It is Sarah. By this time, nearly everyone is finished with their sketch. Ms. Monet says, "That was a fun little exercise! It just goes to show how good of an artist Kira has become. I checked a lot of your work along the way and believe me when I say this compliment applies to the majority of you. "I want to change the topic because I see that everyone is done. 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 of their own vulva and a classmate's interpretation of it in sketch format. "Great," Ms. Monet continues. "Now that we're done with that, it's time for the last part of class. We're all going to line up again with our photo and sketch in hand. When you get to the front of the line, I want you to hold up your photograph in one hand and the sketch in the other. Then, I'm going to take another photo of you holding those up. Two things to remember: Hold the pictures near your face so I can zoom in and don't forget to smile! I want to see cheerful faces" When each student comes to the front, Ms. Monet centers the camera on their face. The line is eerily quiet as the students wait for their photo to be taken. You wonder what humiliating thing these next photographs will be used for. Ms. Monet must have an amazing idea. You could ask her, but you don't want to spoil the surprise. [[Office->Office]]<<chardetail "Sarah" "Her vulva has a freckle on it, as discovered by Ms. Monet.">>

Ms. Monet looks around at the desks and whispers, "How much detail do you want me to go into right now?" "All of it," you reply. She takes a step away from the students and quietly says, "I put my head under the desk and just stayed there for a while." You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. She smirks. "OK, I put my face really close to it. Really, really close. And then I started breathing heavy." She bites her lower lip. "She would squirm so, so then I started blowing on it directly." "Which part," you ask. "Every part. First the bottom, then the sides, then- then the top. I stayed there for a while. Blowing at the top. Every time I blew, Mia would open and close her legs around my head." She covers her mouth to hide a smile. "I had a lot of fun teasing her. "It was dark under the desk, but I could still tell how red and swollen she was. I, uh, took it as a sign she wanted more." She gestures with her hands as she describes the next part. "So I took the tip of my index finger and slowly wiggled it up and down her slit. Just at the entrance of it. "Don't worry," she says as she touches your hand, "I was careful to avoid contact with her sensitive part at the top. "I had fun teasing her, but after wiggling my finger around, I kinda felt like she was teasing me back... the way some wetness dripped out with just the slightest bit of coaxing... It... To me it felt like she was asking for it. Her body was telling me to do more. "So I -" she moves her hand forward to mime the action, "- pushed my finger in a bit, just up to the first knuckle. It slid in so easy and was so 'velvety'. But then she slammed her legs closed on my head. Hurt my ears a bit. It was a little hard to breath but once she got used to my presence she opened her legs again. "I circled my finger clockwise a few times to, umm, make myself at home. Did you hear it? The noise it made?" "No..." you say. "Oh. Well it made a noise when I circled. Like wet noises. Her legs began to fidget faster. Then I pushed in another knuckle. "When I did that she jumped back and moved the desk. My finger slipped out and I decided to stop." You look back at Mia who looks a little red but happy. "She doesn't seem to bothered by the experience," you say. Ms. Monet looks and you catch Mia watching your conversation while she bites suggestively on her pencil. She quickly looks away to focus on her work. Ms. Monet says, "She seems happy enough." "Mia's special like that," you say with a smile. "But, some of these other students are a little more squeamish. Try to go a little easier on them to ease them." She nods and walks over to the next student. [[Continue->SelfSketch5]]<<chardetail "Mia" "Ms. Monet fingered her under her desk.">>

<<set _shown_transfer_links to 0>>\ <<if $has_futa_students and not $finished_futanari_inspection>>\ [[Inspect the trans girls in Ms. Darwin's class->FutanariInspection]]\ <<set _shown_transfer_links++>> <</if>>\ <<if $has_mothers and not $finished_massage_therapy>>\ [[Visit the PE Massage Therapy class->MassageTherapy]]\ <<set _shown_transfer_links++>> <</if>>\ <<if not $finished_self_sketch>>\ [[Check on Ms. Monet's art class->SelfSketch]]\ <<set _shown_transfer_links++>> <</if>>\ <<if _shown_transfer_links is 0>>\ <<if $week is 2>>\ <<set $hide_camera_links to true>><<goto "UnlockSwimming">> <</if>> <</if>>\

You send an email to the Anonymous Benefactor to inform them of how the week went. 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 about the school's activities. I would encourage you and your staff to think of more educational games in the future. I've talked to some of my "connections" and they, too, are impressed with how well your students are coming along. 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" <<if $fp_mom or $fp_trans>>\ [[Continue->UnlockTransferStudents2]]\ <<else>>\ [[Continue->Week2Intro]]\ <</if>>

The Anonymous Benefactor has given you these choices. Which students will you choose? <<if $fp_mom>>\ ''Mothers'': Yes <<radiobutton "$has_mothers" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$has_mothers" false>> These delinquent 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. <<else>>\ <<set $has_mothers to false>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $fp_trans>>\ ''Trans girls'': Yes <<radiobutton "$has_futa_students" true checked>>\ No <<radiobutton "$has_futa_students" false>> These are effectively male to female transsexual students. They are absolutely, 100% feminine except they have a penis and testicles instead of a vagina. <<else>>\ <<set $has_futa_students to false>>\ <</if>>\ [[Continue.->UnlockTransferStudents3]]

<<nobr>> <<if $has_futa_students and $has_mothers>> <<set _title to "mothers and trans girls">> <<elseif $has_futa_students>> <<set _title to "trans girls">> <<elseif $has_mothers>> <<set _title to "mothers">> <<else>> <<goto "Week2Intro">> <</if>> <</nobr>>\ You type an email to the Anonymous Benefactor requesting the transfer of the _title. They should arrive at the beginning of next week. [[Office->Week2Intro]]

<<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]]