Mrs. Mulligan began her lecture, "OK class, let's review the main theme from history class yesterday. What is the main point that the history of Western Civilization from its infancy to the present day has demonstrated? Anybody?" Mrs. Mulligan pointed to a blond in the third row and said, "Yes, Suzy."
Suzy contentedly patted the top of her huge tits sitting in the almost bath tub sized pair of dips built into her desk for them, setting them shaking and shimmering in a most entertaining fashion, and answered, "That men like big tits, and the bigger they are, the better they like them." Both the boys and the girls in the classroom nodded their heads in agreement.
"Very good Suzy, that's right. And weighed down as we are with our gigantic tits, girls, can we do much for ourselves?"
The girls, each anchored in her place by breasts so much larger then she could ever hope to carry around with her own strength, chorused out a feminine, "No."
"And what conclusion do we draw from these facts? Yes, you Jane."
Jane looked so proud as she recited the main lesson, "We use our big tits to attract men and to 'convince' them to do things for us. A woman blessed with truly massive titties will have an abundence of men eager to serve her in all things and will lack for nothing, while the woman whose tits aren't big enough to attract any man even has to sleep sitting up with her tits on her cart all night, since there is no way for women to get out of bed alone, weighed down as we are. So our place in society is determined by our breast size and nothing is more important to a woman than having huge hooters."
"That's right too, Jane. Though we also want to remember that when size is approximately equal, the sensitivity and aesthetic beauty of the breast in question also matters." At this reminder of the importance of sensitivity, many of the girls lightly stroked along the top or side of their breasts, bringing forth many soft sighs that floated through the classroom.
"O.K. class, one more point before we go today, and its a big one. Grades come out next week. We've completed all our tests, so the boys are all done, but the girls have one more assignment to determine their grades. As you girls know, your test scores count for 1% of your final grade while breast size, sensitivity and beauty count for the other 99%. So after school today, we are having this sememster's breast-off. All girls will show up at 3 P.M. in the stadium to have your breasts judged. We'll start with the traditional weighing of the tits. Then they'll be tape measured. Finally our panel of judges will rank your breasts on sensitivity and attractiveness." This announcement was met with great adolescent enthusiasm, the girls especially chattering among themselves about how well they were going to do at this breast-off, while they surreptitiously eyed each other's mammories, trying to see who might have grown out a bit more this past 18 weeks.
Mrs. Mulligan continued, "Now students, I have some sad news for you. Our student representative on the judging panel was hit by a bus on the way to school today." All the boys in class cheered, knowing the school would now need a new student judge. "So we will need a new student representative. Do we have any volunteers?" Every boys' hand shot up. "Hmmm ... tough choice here. How to choose? The boy on the panel has to be good at judging the sensitivity of a woman's breast. Jim, Steve, and Pete, you seem to spend the most time staring at those things when you should be reading your lesson, come up here." Jim joined the other two boys at the front of the classroom. "Jim, you take the girl in the first seat of the first row here. Steve, you take the girl in the second seat next to her; and Pete, you take the girl in seat three. Here are the rules. The boy who can make his girl's nipples stand up erect first gets the job. Ready, Set, Go!"
Steve and Pete raced to their girls and frantically began pulling at the pullover tops they had on, trying to free up those truly titanic tits. With the weight and volume of the breasts they were trying to disrobe fighting against them, it wasn't easy. Observing their efforts, Jim ...
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