Jenna tried to act normal, to resist the urge to clutch her arms across her chest, but her half-successful efforts only served to call even more attention to the now enormous pair of boobs swelling off her chest. Her sweater no longer reached all the way to her waist, and left a growing strip of midriff visible above her panties.
She strolled into the halls, slightly more confident. Not because of her situation but the excitement that went with it. Another reason was that her memory had faded. She had common knowledge and everything Jim had known. The difference was she knew she was not in her proper boby. She did not remember any people around her. When she entered her classroom, it was mostly empty. There was the male teacher and 3 male students. This was an extra class established because the first had become packed.
All eyes looked at her. Nipples pushed out bumps on the pink top, and the jutting mounds of flesh tembled slightly as she sat down between two of the boys.
"Excuse me Miss, are you in the right class?" The teacher asked slowly. "You don't appear on my list."
In a bubbly yet sexy soft voice Jenna replied, "Oh but I am."
"Then could you please write your name down here for attendence purposes?" he asked as he handed her the sheet of paper.
"Certainly."
The teacher, Bob, grinned slightly. This would be one great year with a babe like that in his class. Although only the top edge of her legs was visible, Bob had a good view of her tempting bosum. Nipples pushed out bumps on the silvery top, and the jutting mounds of flesh tembled slightly with the action of her writing. Erasing produced a quivering in the flesh all over Jenna's body. Then, Amy layed her pencil down with a click, and brought her hands up to her nipples. Her thumbs pressed first one nub, then the other, and as they snapped back to attention pushing the more insistently at the material of her top, she picked up the pencil and continued her work, never raising her eyes to look at Bob. It appeared that her inhibitions had been lowered to the point of tease but not of a slut.
Bob had walked to take the paper back. Suddenly, his hand, inches from her breasts, jumped as if from an electric shock when her hair slipped off her shoulder and fell across his knuckles and fingers as she turned her head to look at him with a small smile and questioning eyes. He felt a wave of dizziness and his vision flashed red as the sweet scent of her perfume suddenly filled the room. He made some encouraging grunts in response to her look and walked back to sit at his desk, the image of her breasts, the scent of her perfume and the soft, silky touch of her hair rolling into a wave of arousal that he couldn't control. Sitting at his desk, his groin swelling and throbbing.
Thu Aug 21 23:29:36 2003