The fire alarm went off, and everybody reacted with extreme boredom. "When will these boys ever grow up?" Jim heard a beauty with a pair of beauties behind him asking.
Nobody moved and Jim whispered to Rick, "This is not going to work."
"Just wait," Rick assured him. Then Jim smelled smoke and looked up to see wisps of smoke coming into the room through the air vent. At the same time, the faint sound of fire engine sirens came into the classroom. The boredom of the previous moment vanished in an instant as everybody began yelling,"It's a real fire, it's a real fire!" The boys got up and ran around the room confusedly while the girls yelled to them, "Come grab my breasts! Move me to my cart!"
Rick remarked, "It's amazing what you can accomplish with a smoke bomb and a tape recorder nowdays."
Some of the girls attempted to stand up on their own, which was totally futile. They would make it half out of their seats, then those gigantic tits would begin to undulate wildly between the force of their owners pulling them up and the force of gravity pulling them down and the girls would be flung forward into their own breasts which would bounce them back into their seats. They could do nothing then but ride their own breast waves for the next 30 seconds as the breasts settled back down into their homes built into the school desks.
Mrs. Mulligans brought some order to the chaos by shouting, "Boys, boys, remember the drill, remember your assigned breasts!" over the confusion. This seemed to calm everyone down a bit. The boys paired up and each pair went to a girl. The girl leaned back to give the boys unrestricted access to her tits, then one boy would grab a boob from the side while the other would grab the same boob from the front and they would manhandle (a very appropriate word) it to the cart. Then when that one was safely on the cart, they would move to the other. Jim noticed two things. First, it didn't look easy. The breasts bounced and swung around in the boys arms like living things trying to escape. Twice a breast was dropped to the floor with the girl tumbling on top of it and having to ride it like it was a bull at a rodeo.
The second thing he noticed was how extra sensitive these extra large breasts must be, because as the boys carried those tits around and put their hands all over them, the girls responded with moans and pleaure noises. Their eyes became glassy and their breath started to come in gasps. And most impressively of all, their aroused beer can size nipples began to stick out noticibly in front of their chests. When a boy would touch this nipple, the girl's face would contort in exctasy while her knees momentarily give way. Many of the girls seemed on the verge of orgasm by the time both breasts were on the cart.
Jim became aware of Rick smilling at him and saying, "Come on, let's get to our station." He pointed at Mrs. Mulligans, who sat waving them over to her desk. Jim stood in front of those tremendous hooters and grabbed one with both arms. He and Rick counted to three, then lifted with all their might. It was like lifting the world's largest water balloon. Jim's hands and arms sunk in up to the elbows and while the part of the breast he was lifting rose two feet, the rest of the breast just sagged around his hands and didn't leave the desk at all. The other noticable effect was that Mrs. Mulligan's let out a little "Ohh!". Rick said, "Try again." Jim lifted again, This time they got the whole thing up off the desk (barely), and began to move it over to the cart. Mrs. Mulligan started letting out little grunts and coos as they tried to maneuver her breast over to her cart. Her breast was wobbling and wiggling so hard that Jim's hands couldn't maintain a grip and the thing flopped up and hit him right in the face with it's huge, rapidly hardening nipple. Momentarily stunned, he grabbed the nipple in self defense and then held on to it to give him some leverage against the bucking monster he had held in his arms. As he squeezed and twisted that nipple to gain control of her breast, Mrs. Mulligans eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open. She tried to reach down and help Jim keep control of the breast, but didn't seem to have full control of her limbs. Then she ceased all efforts to help, let her head roll back, and emitted a steady stream of pleasure sighs.
Finally they wrestled the thing over to the cart. "One down, one to go," gasped Rick. Mrs. Mulligan was squatting between the desk and her cart, trying to regain her composure. As Jim grabbed the second breast, he silently vowed to ...
Thu Sep 23 15:29:15 1999