Professor Hallyway's experiment

Lynda brushed a lock of red hair back. All her concentration focused on Professor Hallyway. Soft-spoken, the teacher introduced a new experiment. The young teaching assistant, some guy, helped with the presentation. But Lynda had only eyes for the blonde professor. She had been confused at first. Professor Hallyway always projected an aura of pure professionalism. Then her favorite teacher had some surgery -- Lynda's eyes dropped to the deep cleavage her teacher proudly presented -- with apparent results. Yet the lecture today soothed any fears Lynda developed.

"And that's why I need your help with this little experiment. Of course, it's a voluntary procedure, and will be rewarded with extra credit," Professor Hallyway announced with a smile.

Lynda blinked. She had been lost in her mind and did not hear everything. Still, a confidence bloomed in her chest. Finally, she had a chance to impress her professor. Without a hint of hesitation, the girl raised her arm. "I'll gladly volunteer," she announced.

Professor Hallyway beamed her a wide, loving smile. Lynda could not resist smiling back. A deep satisfaction spread through her mind. She knew then that this would be the first of many opportunities to assist and work closely with her beloved professor.

Others, of course, jumped at the chance as well. The new addition, that teaching assistant, marked down every hand that went up. "Good. I expect to see every volunteer in the lab this very afternoon," Professor Hallyway added. I'm delighted by your enthusiastic reaction."

After the bell rang and the others left the auditorium, Lynda hung back to clean up the chalkboard and do other little tasks for Professor Hallyway. She had hoped for a private conversation afterward. Yet that new assistant lingered after class as well. His presence was an annoyance to Lynda. Still, she hoped he might leave without another word or gesture. But for some reason, the professor hung onto every word dripping from his lips. Frustration seethed through her veins. She wished the jerk would just leave already!

Professor Hallyway clung to him. She giggled and smiled so brightly. Not one time during the long, tedious conversation did the teacher notice her lingering student. Lynda hoped in vain to catch her attention somehow. A subtle cough here, an exaggerated stretch there, all fell upon deaf, uncaring ears. Finally, with a soft curse, Lynda threw in the towel. She would get her chance this afternoon. Frowning, Lynda stalked out, more annoyed than before.

Lynda sat at her small desk and reviewed some notes from class--at least the ones she took after spacing out during part of the lecture. With a deep sigh, Lynda glanced at the time, counting down until her afternoon appointment with Professor Hallyway.

For some reason, her mind lingered on those newly enlarged breasts and not on the material covered. She remembered how tight Professor Hallyway's blouse had strained as she walked to the front of the class. And that low, scooped collar that plunged down, showing an ample display of cleavage. Lynda still reeled from the knowledge her professor had gotten a breast enlargement. At her age, too! Yet, despite the initial confusion, she found it hard to deny that they were gorgeous.

Her cellphone startled Lynda, and she blinked, glancing over. It was time. After closing the books and gathering herself, she headed across the green and straight into the labs. After the briefest hesitation, she knocked on the office door and opened it, peeking her head through. "Good afternoon, Professor," Lynda said brightly, her face alight with pleasure.

The new assistant looked up from his desk first. For the first time, Lynda noticed that he had a device in his hand--a controller. Professor Hallyway took a deep breath; her face looked flushed.

"Ah, Lynda. Very good. You are the first to arrive. We'll just have to wait a few minutes for the rest to show up. In the meantime, would you like some refreshments?" The teacher rose from her seat, showing the tightness of her outfit. It clung to every line and curve in a most enticing manner. Of course, those newly enlarged tits strained more against the soft fabric.

"Yes, please!" Lynda nodded, trying in vain not to look. She felt conflicted. She really shouldn't have looked at her professor like this, but she could not resist the temptation. It was a big, conflicting mix of emotions. Lynda tried to push them down, ignoring the turmoil she felt.

"Here you are," Professor Hallyway smiled. She pressed a cup of liquid into Lynda's hands.

With the first sip, the drink explodes into a complex blend of flavors. Lynda shuddered in surprise. She expected plain water, not this delicious treat.

"What's in it?" Lynda inquired.

"Flavor!" Professor Hallyway quipped back. "It's a mixture of vitamins, minerals, supplements, amino acids, protein, and electrolytes. All to improve your ability to focus on the experiment."

She sipped more of the drink. It really was delicious. "Thank you. I feel more awake and alert already!" Lynda announced with a hint of pride. She looked from her professor to that assistant.

"Oh, you can thank Matt here. It's his creation. I find it really does help with concentration."

The man smirked. He wasn't all that much to look at, tall and lanky. Lynda couldn't understand what exactly drew her professor to this loser. Maybe she was trying to be charitable to him and his weird ideas and thoughts.

"We all need more flavor and nutrition in our lives," Matt said with a sly smirk playing on his lips.

A frown creased her lips. But Lynda forced herself to take a calming breath. Maybe she was being a tad harsh. "Oh. Uh, thank you then?" Her eyes narrowed, but a knock on the door broke their eye contact. Lynda was relieved by the distraction.

"We should go to the lab. I think the rest of our volunteers must have arrived," the Professor announced.

As they entered the lab, Lynda saw the waiting faces of other students from her class. Everyone chatted quietly while drinking the supplement drink. Lydia took a seat in the nearest available chair and waited with the others.

"Well, this is a great turnout! I couldn't be more delighted," the professor began. She leaned forward just a fraction, and her new breasts nearly burst right out of that low neckline.

The professor began to explain in a soft, seductive voice. Her lips looked redder than usual, and Lynda couldn't help staring. "This experiment focuses on how visual and audio stimulation can enhance learning." Her breasts wobbled and jiggled with her slightest movement, and Lynda had a hard time keeping her concentration.

Matt circled the room with a strange device. It made a soft clicking noise with each step he made. That annoying piece of shit walked straight back and forth past them, that smirk plastered across his face and the device held in his outstretched hand.

"This first part of the experiment will involve baseline observations of your current focus level. Sit back and enjoy." With those words, the lights dimmed, and a screen sprung to life.

On a plain white background, pink dots appeared and disappeared. Matt kept walking the aisles with his strange little device clicking away. It was an odd scene. Yet Lynda tried not to pay much attention to it. Her eyes remained fixed on that screen, trying to count every pink dot she saw. But her mind soon started to wander. Her eyelids grew heavier with each moment. Even her breathing slowed, taking on the rhythm of those insistent clicks. That screen seemed to flash and sparkle before her sleepy eyes. Time became irrelevant. Through half-open eyes, she followed each dot. She felt completely relaxed. It would feel better to drift away, just close her eyes and not fight to sleep any further.

The screen switched off, and the lights snapped on. It felt jarringly abrupt. She jerked awake with the shock of suddenness.

"And we have our baselines. The first part of the experiment is now completed." Professor Hallyway's bright, cheerful voice announced over the groggy sounds of the waking volunteers.

Lynda tried to gather her wits and composure. Her head felt foggy. With great reluctance, her brain started to process thoughts. She looked around, trying to see if anyone else had felt the same as her.

With a glance, she could see the others looked equally dazed.

"Now, you will watch the screen again, but with these headphones on," Professor Hallyway announced. She walked down the rows, with Matt following closely behind her. One by one, the two placed over-ear headphones on each volunteer. Soon, Lynda's turn came, and the teacher handed the set to Matt. He approached, a hungry gleam in his eyes.

A flush of heat traveled through Lynda's skin. His dark orbs looked intense, and a smile curled those lips upwards. She felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. Why was she so flustered suddenly? With her mind distracted, she barely noticed how close he got before placing the headphones over her ears with a snap. The sound startled her, and she jerked in her seat. The room went silent as a click from him switched the headset on.

Lynda turned to the screen. She watched the dots as before, but something changed this time. She felt a tingling through her head, almost like a buzzing sensation. The pink dots flashed brighter than they had last time. The white screen throbbed in a way she couldn't describe. A soothing beat emanated through the headset.

Her mind felt focused in an unusual way. Her thoughts narrowed to those flashing pink lights. Her eyes tracked the shapes as they formed and then broke apart. They seemed to draw a picture--a curved, shapely image that drew Lynda in and trapped her.

"Beautiful," she whispered under her breath, unaware she spoke out loud. She felt so focused now, the tingling spreading from her brain and traveling downwards, all the way through her spine. She barely felt her lips move as they formed words. Her tongue darted out to wet them, yet her eyes were transfixed by the shifting, changing screen in front of her. Her mind emptied, free from anything besides those dots and their shape.

She sighed. A blissful, relaxing sensation washed over her. Lynda's body melted back against her seat, and her eyes continued watching those pink dots, tracing the outline of those perfectly curved lines--so round and full. Her mind felt empty in this trance. A small smile tugged on her lips, yet her awareness drifted on, oblivious to anything beyond those lights.

The screen switched off with an audible click. The room seemed dim after staring so long into that brilliant white screen. Her mind swam, confused, for a few heartbeats. Slowly, she blinked as awareness came seeping back.

Without a word, Matt placed a questionnaire in front of Lynda. Still dazed, she answered it without any recollection of what she had written down. But she felt a deep, pleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach as she slid the filled-out form over to her teacher. Professor Hallyway nodded and took it without comment, placing it neatly in her folder.

"Very good," the Professor said at last. The rest of the group was equally zoned, dazed. "We have our baseline and comparison studies complete for now." Her eyes roamed over everyone in the room. "Our next session together will be next week. But to see how long-term exposure can increase your focus, we have prepared a simple video file for you to download. Simply use the link and password you just learned about."

She dismissed everyone then. One by one, they gathered their belongings and walked out. Still in a stupor, Lynda joined the others. The walk home passed in the same vague way. Her mind remained in a fog. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly through her consciousness's vast, unorganized thoughts and ideas. Finally, her key slipped into the lock with a dull, metallic noise, and she entered her small apartment.

Throbbing pain assaulted her head; like a hangover, it clung to her thoughts. Lynda forced herself to shower and clean her teeth. Her limbs felt heavy as she sagged, exhausted into the soft bed. Her red curls spilled out across the sheets, and she groaned. She closed her eyes. And pink dots greeted her.

***

Lynda woke up refreshed and full of energy. She had slept longer than usual, and that was odd in and of itself. Still, she couldn't complain. Her body felt fantastic, and her mind buzzed.

Glancing at the clock, she realized she had plenty of time until her following lecture. She hummed, pondering what to do with the time. Then, the memories from yesterday floated upwards. She stopped.

A slight shake of her head followed as she pushed herself from her bed and walked to her computer. The device booted up without an issue. The screen lit up in a moment, and her fingers tapped out a link she had never seen before. Yet a tingling inside her brain assured her that she knew it. This was the link Professor Hallyway mentioned in passing yesterday. As a reward, she felt so happy as she entered the username and password in the website link that she somehow had memorized. Her teeth gnawed at the lower corner of her lip while a pleasant pulse filled her core.

As the page loaded on her computer, she fumbled her headphones out of their drawer and fitted them. It felt right.

Sitting before the computer screen, Lynda pressed the' Play' button.

Simple beats filled her ears. They seemed to travel through her skull, tapping and pulsating along with her body's rhythm. Pink lights flickered over the black backdrop, following the beat in time.

Her mouth opened, then closed again as her mind emptied, becoming blank. Her body leaned backward, sinking into her computer seat as her eyes focused on the shapes that flashed in time with that slow beat, forming into lines that grew breasts, an ass, and svelte legs. An image of a voluptuous woman filled the screen. Lynda's gaze traced every inch. Her breath left her mouth slowly, an exhale that seemed to drain her of anything beyond those curves and shapes.

Words began to pulse alongside the lights. She blinked, unable to remember the phrases, yet somehow, they filled her mind. There seemed to be nothing but those shapes, words, music -- a sensation of numb pleasure radiated from her head, seeping down the base of her spine. Her brain tingled. And she stared on with glassy eyes at that image of a voluptuous woman.

It was the epitome of sexuality in every curve, line, and arc. It seemed to grow and grow as the music faded, replaced by an echoing voice. It repeated a phrase she could feel but not hear.

"You need big, full boobs. They aren't breasts anymore. Just boobs."

She parroted the words, mouth moving without realizing it. Her hands cupped the soft swell of her own. But they were so small. She could cup all the breast tissue in a palm. Her eyes never moved as she kneaded that sensitive skin, pulling and squeezing.

But she needed bigger ones. Boobs that stood out firm and perky. Lynda wanted that kind of rack. A drop of saliva fell from her slack mouth.

She squeezed harder, her mind going over how much better they'd feel with more weight to them. A sharp thrill of delight coursed through her as her mind flashed an image of her with just those boobs she dreamed about until a loud buzzing noise tore her attention away.

Groggy, she shook her head. With a simple click, she closed the browser, and her eyes returned to focus.

Drowsiness clung to her like a wet blanket. Lynda looked at her alarm. It informed her it was time for a lecture, but it wasn't by Professor Hallyway. And for some reason, she did not feel that good. Slowly, she stood up. Her head ached, and a fog clouded her thoughts. She needed to sleep--yes, a nice long nap.

Lynda stumbled from the table. Her vision wavered, but soon it cleared, and her awareness sharpened. She collapsed face-first on the mattress. Her eyelids felt too heavy as she sank back against her pillow and slept.

***

Lynda squirmed. She tugged at the short skirt she bought last week. A tickle of embarrassment filled her. This was the first lecture she attended after a week.

In front of the class stood Professor Hallyway -- dressed in something that barely counted as a suit. It was far more skimpy and sexy, hugging all the curves her body boasted of.

The tight skirt strained against her wide hips, the fabric so tight it outlined her firm, round ass. The blouse buttoned all the way to the top, but Lynda felt her mouth go dry at the strain those big, firm boobs produced. They looked fit to pop out from under their scant confinement with the slightest wrong motion. She stared at her professor with rapt attention.

The redhead had a pencil clenched in between her ruby lips. They pursed and tightened around the thin object; the perfect color of her red lipstick stained it.

The teacher spoke, but Lynda couldn't focus for the life of her. All her brain could muster were flashes of desire. Every moment she watched that gorgeous creature, her unending craving, and yearning seemed to grow stronger and more desperate. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in that beautiful, shapely form.

"Here you go," whispered Matt, handing her a cup with that delicious drink. Blushing, Lynda thanked him. She hadn't noticed him there in her preoccupation.

Professor Hallyway explained some concepts of their studies, gesturing wildly with her hands. With the slightest motion, it made those heavy, round boobs bounce and wiggle under that thin white shirt. Her nipples strained against that fabric, and Lynda's jaw dropped just a fraction more. They looked erect and aroused.

"They look great," giggled another volunteer behind Lynda.

She couldn't tear her eyes away long enough to agree or acknowledge that comment. All Lynda felt capable of doing was to track those boobs and their slightest hint of movement with a hungry, lusty fascination.

Lynda didn't care for whatever the professor explained -- or that only the group participating last week attended the class. Her eyes drank in that tantalizing, erotic figure. Lynda bit into her lower lip and squirmed on the unforgiving plastic of the auditorium seats. A warmth filled her and spread downwards into the pit of her belly, traveling lower still until her pussy throbbed and her panties felt soaked with her juices.

"Now, I have to ask all of you," Professor Hallyway said in a breathry tone, "since only volunteers are in today. Why don't we continue with our little experiment? I'm certain you were obedient and watched your videos daily." Her eyes looked over everyone. No one disagreed or voiced an objection.

The group rose, Lynda right along with them, as everyone gathered and followed that swaying ass of their professor down the corridor. A hypnotizing back and forth, those round, pert, juicy-looking ass cheeks. Lynda felt a desire so intense and overwhelming well up from inside that she could only mirror her professor's gait.

As she walked down the hallways, that short skirt hiked up her plump thighs. Her pussy rubbed against the soft, silky material of her thong with every single step. A breathless pant escaped Lynda's lips as she moved and felt that wonderful, glorious feeling of flesh stroking flesh.

The clacking of each high heel against the polished floors echoed in Lynda's mind, filling it to the brim. Soon, they reached the lab. As Professor Hallyway ushered them all inside, her hand slid down and slapped her tight, full butt in the most sensual fashion. It bounced with an almost lewd jiggle, the flesh straining under that stretched skirt.

Like a chorus, each volunteer moaned in response.

Lynda didn't even need to be told what came next. She slipped into one of the chairs and sat there waiting. Her green eyes never looked away from that curvy ass, wiggling around as the professor busied herself with preparing their experiment. Matt walked the room, handing every girl the same headset. He smirked and leered. Lynda arched her back just for him. It thrust her boobs upwards, her nipples so hard she felt them poking under the thin fabric of her tight, form-hugging shirt.

"We are so lucky to have you," Lynda heard herself whisper softly.

Professor Hallyway laughed. The screen switched on with a click, bathing everyone in its harsh light. It was all white and pink. Those swirling lines filled the room, and every girl leaned forward in her seat. The lines flowed into an hourglass image, beautiful in shape. A voice, low and husky, said a phrase, one Lynda felt like she knew by now, even though her mind told her that she had never heard it before.

With each passing second, the image transformed. Lynda saw a kneeling woman, her lips wrapped around something long and hard. Her mouth felt so empty; it demanded to be filled. She stared at the spectacle with wide-open eyes, one hand rising to her lips. Absent-minded, she slipped a single digit into her open maw.

Pink dots exploded before her vision as her tongue licked and lapped along that digit. It was a pale imitation of that thick, heavy spear on the screen. Her other hand slipped lower, squeezing her tits and groping along her waist.

More fingers filled her open mouth. She pressed them against her tongue, the insides of her cheeks -- down her throat. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't enough to quench her growing desire to feel something thick and heavy fill that empty hole and stretch her lips wider and wider apart.

With each thrust, Lynda felt a growing hunger stir deep within her belly, a burning sensation of desire. She pushed her fingers deeper and deeper. Drool fell from her lips, sliding down her chin and chest. Still, she couldn't stop. Her mind grew hazier as the pink lights and images blurred into a whirlwind of lust.

Slurping, Lynda listened to the voice. She nodded, her glassy eyes staring at the screen with an almost religious devotion and reverence.

Her free hand cupped one boob, then the other. With each squeeze, she imagined them as heavier, bigger, and firmer. A spurt of drool fell to the swell of those modest breasts. Her mouth opened a fraction more, a breathy sigh passing from her slackened jaw. Her thighs rubbed against each other as her fingers moved at a frantic, jerking rhythm.

"I love cock," the words echoed in her thoughts.

Lynda felt her chest tighten with anticipation and an unbearable need. Her pussy throbbed. And a part of her, some deep down slumbering desire, woke up, ravenously hungry and eager for fulfillment. She thrust against her seat, hips rolling in a slow but deliberate circle as her mind fixated on the images that filled the screen in front of her.

"Good girls love cock. And I love being a good girl," the voice droned on.

She bobbed her head up and down in agreement, parroting the words in between sucking on her slick, coated digits. Her hips gyrated and ground her pussy harder and more insistently into the chair. It didn't help with how turned on she was and how wet she grew, her panties already thoroughly drenched. Lynda whimpered and moaned, her hand groping and kneading at her boobs, her palm pressing and rubbing over her perked nipples.

Suddenly, the screen shut down, and the lights turned back on. Caught in surprise, Lynda's fantasies ground to a halt. Without any sounds filling her empty mind, she knew not how to act. So she froze in place.

Her mind swirled, thoughts bouncing off each other without focus. Yet the others reacted the same way. Leaning forward in their seats, each volunteer appeared mesmerized by the dark screen.

"I feel," Lynda muttered. Then with a giggle, a low and seductive noise filled her words, "So fucking turned on right now."

"Mhh. Me too," replied one of her classmates, who Lynda couldn't remember ever speaking with.

The redhead felt a tightness in her stomach, an irresistible craving for pleasure and satisfaction. Her breasts heaved as she panted, each gasp heavy with lust and hunger, a longing she never experienced before in all her life.

"Very good girls." The sultry voice of Professor Hallyway complimented.

She strutted through the aisles. Her hips swayed, those perky and large breasts jiggling and bouncing -- no longer contained by anything but a lacey bra and thong. Lynda watched, hypnotized, as her teacher approached.

Matt stood by the screen, watching. Yet, for some reason, Lynda didn't mind his leering. In fact, she rather liked it. Her body reacted to those hungry eyes devouring the sight of her. She arched her back, hoping her small C-cups would appear bigger. They didn't, not yet. She licked her lips as her teacher's hand caressed her cheek, stroking upwards until it slipped along Lynda's chin, then her bottom lip.

Those sensual digits slid between her parted lips. Lynda didn't think; her body moved out of instinct. Her mouth closed and sucked, just like those pink dots on that black background had instructed her. A soft, satisfied noise filled Lynda's ears, and her tongue flicked and danced over that finger, just as a good girl would.

Professor Hallyway moaned, the noise deep and sensual. Lynda mirrored her as her tongue pressed and traced a line, then circled over and around, her lips sucking with the same vigor as she had a mere minute ago.

"I'm such a good girl, Professor. Please say I am!" Lynda gasped in a low, husky voice. She felt empty as the fingers retreated, but a thrill of happiness and delight raced through her at those soft-spoken words that fell from her beloved professor's mouth.

"Good girl." It sounded so genuine and sweet.

The professor sashayed over to the next girl and repeated the procedure. Matt strode up to Lynda and handed her another drink. His eyes roamed up and down, drinking her image as she sucked up the liquid. It tasted sweet. But she hardly noticed as she focused on Professor Hallyway and that gorgeous, firm, shapely ass, wiggling and shaking with each step her teacher took. And, of course, the boobs bouncing in tune. They were hypnotizing, like a metronome, each pendulum swing more tantalizing, tempting.

"You want boobs like hers," Matt remarked.

Lynda nodded. Of course! Big tits were better than what she had. Her tongue wet the corner of her lower lip.

"Yes," she mused aloud before sucking on the straw, lips pursed together in that perfect oval shape -- not as pretty and round as Professor Hallyway's, or that video image, but close. She imagined those soft, puffy lips of her teacher's wrapping tightly around a dick. It looked so beautiful. That thought, that idea, swam around in Lynda's brain as she looked at Matt.

Her tongue danced over her teeth as she smiled up at that young, new teacher assistant. He was so handsome. More interesting than before. Her smile broadened as he handed out more refreshments to the other girls -- so considerate. And that confident smirk of his looked good. A flush of warmth rushed up her skin, blooming across her cheeks and making them bright pink.

Professor Hallyway and Matt finished their round. Matt grabbed the teacher's ass, kneading the round globe. The woman giggled. A wide, ecstatic smile stretched across her full, puffy, ruby-painted lips.

"Now, it's time for another survey. We have to check how your mental state has changed," Professor Hallyway said in a cheerful, bubbly tone. The woman strutted over to a nearby table and pulled out some papers. One by one, she handed them over to her eager volunteers. Lynda couldn't get her hands on them quickly enough.

Her eyes flew across the sheet, taking in every word. A couple of multiple choice questions, each phrased to illicit an obvious, correct response. Her pen flew down on that paper. She felt so turned on right now -- it took the very best of her concentration to complete the test -- some of the words like 'polyphiloprogenitive' or 'pulchritudinous' flew right over her head. But that was of no consequence to her. After all, she knew her answers were correct because the screen told her how to respond! It did not matter that her clouded mind agreed with what was written, while Lynda couldn't understand anything. It wasn't her job to question -- it was her job to agree.

With a flourish of pride, she handed it in, and her hand slid between her thighs, cupping that moist pussy. Her teeth sank into her lip, and she gasped.

An action repeated by every woman in the room. As one, they panted, chests rising and falling, eyes turned towards their Professor and her gorgeous figure, those breasts jiggling and swaying. Every breath they took in time to those perked boobs moving up and down.

"Very good, everyone," exclaimed the professor. "As a small sign of gratitude for all your extra work, Matt here will hand you some gift cards. I'm sure stylish, sexy girls like you will know how to use them." A smirk played on her lips, and Lynda could feel the blood pumping through her veins. Every moment she stared at those boobs, her own tits itched, tingling and throbbing. They wanted to be bigger too, so badly. Her hands squeezed and kneaded her modest chest.

The girls tittered. They giggled. Their fingers caressed those thin envelopes, knowing that a generous gift from the Professor lay within. They murmured words of appreciation and lustful delight. Lynda couldn't wait for a shopping trip.

***

Lynda smacked her lips as she loudly chewed gum. Transfixed, she watched another video on the professor's unique website. Two more weeks had passed in a daze. She spent all her time watching those flashing shapes, entrancing words, and tantalizing music that swam in the back of her thoughts. A loud pop escaped her lips with the next bite, and she blew a bright pink bubble. Her hands wandered across her thighs. They caressed upwards, stroking her sensitive skin. And smoothly, they slid underneath the short skirt she had bought two days before.

Lynda just had to get it. The bright pink color and short hemline screamed for her attention. With a low moan, she focused on the video playing.

A busty blonde rode up and down a long throbbing shaft. Pink swirls caught all of Lynda's attention. Popping noises evaporated more and more of her unnecessary thoughts. Soon, she focused entirely on the screen. Those pink dots traced the figure of that beautiful bimbo. Her body looked perfect -- just as it ought to. The shape her own would have soon. Those large tits wiggling, her ass shaking and jiggling in time with her up and down thrusts as she worked herself deeper and deeper.

Lynda squirmed at the thought. Three days ago, she jumped at a special offer Matt had found for volunteers. The clinic Professor Hallyway attended for her boob job had a great deal. None of the girls resisted. And in three short days, Lynda would enjoy their larger, firmer form, the heavy weight, the delicious jiggle. Another moan escaped her mouth.

Her tongue pushed the gum back and forth, grinding it between her molars. A pink cloud enveloped her mind. She imagined that she was the woman riding on that thick, long pole, thrusting and plunging downwards with the same reckless, thoughtless abandon, moaning and screaming. Her hand stroked faster and faster, rubbing, flicking her nub with an eagerness that could only come from a bimbo in the making.

Her eyes rolled upwards. Bliss flooded her veins. Her teeth clenched hard around the gum. The pink swirls flashed and danced before her half-open eyelids. Words bounced through her thoughts. 'Cum,' they said, and she did. Hard. A loud, high-pitched, melodic squeal filled the room, reverberating through the small space. Her head rolled from side to side.

The video finished. Basking in the gentle caress of release, Lynda stretched. Half-open eyes traced the numbers on the clock. She needed a minute to understand the silly numbers. It was too late to attend any lecture now. Not that Lynda cared. The only thing she visited in college were Professor Hallyway's experiments. They mattered -- nothing else. And, of course, there were also her shopping trips that filled the day whenever her beloved teacher's class and homework did not consume her time.

Her eyes slipped down to a blinking red notification. The dot appeared over a letter-like symbol. Still satisfied, Lynda clicked on it.

A window full of words opened. Lynda pursed her lips into a practiced pout. A bright red exclamation mark stood beside bold black letters. Her gaze trailed over the words. Lascivious, she blinked.

"What's like -- a scholarship," she asked herself aloud. Her head bobbed up and down, long red locks trailing behind her. It took her another minute of thinking, or trying to. But a minute was enough -- thinking was hard. Lynda shook her head and sighed as the words blissfully refused to come. So instead, her teeth dug down into her glossy lower lip, and she redirected it to her professor -- like the screen told her to. "Totally the Professor or Matt can help."

A giggle followed. She blew a bright pink bubble of fresh, deliciously juicy strawberry flavor. With a loud pop, it coated her lips. Lynda licked the remains and sucked it back up, chewing as she vacantly stared ahead. Each time her teeth pressed against the gum, a different possible thought leaked from her drenched folds. Like a drop of her sweet-smelling juices, they dropped from the soft flesh and splattered to the ground, never to rise again.

She stood -- the mirror beckoned. Lynda sashayed over to the gleaming surface. Perfectly plucked eyebrows arched as she pushed her small, pert breasts together with her hands. It created just a fraction of cleavage, but Lynda thought of her upcoming boob job with a sigh, a quiver of desire flooding through her senses and tingling from her mind all the way down into the pit of her core.

"Mhmm!" A long, drawn-out, husky sound from her throat reverberated through her room. Everything else seemed great. Plump lips coated in lipstick, nails perfectly filed, dyed red. Long locks of lustrous red curled down and brushed against the swell of her modest cleavage. The outfit she bought from that expensive store. A pair of high heels completed her attire. She grinned, satisfied, her eyes taking it all in. With another moan, Lynda rubbed her boobs harder. Soon, very soon, they would deliciously stretch any fabric. They'd push up and fill those deep necklines -- popping right out. Just the image her brain produced sent another surge of arousal through Lynda.

Ringing filled her ears. Slowly, she picked the noisy device off her desk and held the cellphone up to her ear. "Hm?" she asked, distracted.

Matt's voice sprang from the device. A shiver of happiness raced along her nerves as she straightened and smiled.

"Hey, Lynda. Don't worry your silly vapid head about anything. Daisy --" he coughed, "I mean, Prof Hallyway and I will take care of that scholarship. How about you concentrate on the videos? I checked your progress. And in consideration of your great work, I unlocked a special one. What do you say, you silly bimbo?"

A coo of gratitude filled her lungs. The words bubbled upwards like air escaping water, a geyser of bliss that traveled from the depths of her core and out her mouth.

"Thanks! And oh my gosh! I'll do that right away. Totally will, like, you know, start watching that video now." She clapped her hands excitedly, and her chest wobbled.

A giggle tumbled past those puffy lips as Lynda danced the short way to her seat, plopping down and adjusting herself so that her skirt rode up and the fabric of her skimpy thong rubbed against her pussy. The pressure made her pant, the need growing within her. With a click, her nails tapped onto the keyboard, her half-closed eyes lazily looking at her computer as her tongue licked those full, pouting lips.

Sparkling with pink hearts, a new video appeared. Without another thought, her cursor tapped it. The music began with the same sensual beat and low tones. Her body relaxed almost immediately, and the fuzzy, tingling sensation inside her skull increased.

Smacking her lips, Lynda chewed her gum. Blank eyes focused on the images playing.

Professor Hallyway kneeled in front of Matt. Her generous, round tits wrapped around his shaft.

***

A month passed in mere minutes for Lynda. Instead of thoughts, a pink haze constantly accompanied her. She could barely remember anything beyond her boob job. It had changed everything. Lynda felt her mind slipping and leaking away like the water that dripped down the drain. A vapid giggle bubbled through -- making her boobs jiggle. She looked down and admired their new, full, heavy look. So nice to play with! Lynda pressed her arms together. She smiled blissfully, lost in the sight of her big boobs squishing together. Each bounce mesmerized her. Their perked nipples stood proudly from the fabric, begging for attention. And in response, Lynda moaned.

An alarm rang. It startled her. Her eyes went wide, and she stared. Another coo followed as her body squirmed on her bed. Professor Daisy's meeting was today!

Lynda had to get ready. There were so many preparations. First things first. Lynda rose and walked to her dresser. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out some sexy lingerie -- the skimpiest pieces she could find in her newly acquired collection. Careful, Lynda stepped inside her black lace panties, then the garter belt. It clung to the soft, unmarred flesh of her thighs. With another giggle, Lynda fastened the stockings, pulling each upward until their lacy trim nestled tightly to the smooth curve of her thigh. Then, she picked out a bright red brassiere, one that pushed her boobs together and upwards, creating the deep and inviting cleavage Lynda so enjoyed admiring.

She sashayed her way to her closet. After thoroughly rummaging, she found the perfect little black dress and matching six-inch high heels that she had acquired only days before. Her head bobbed up and down to music unheard, lost in the sway and bobbing of her bouncy tits as her fingers pulled on the soft fabric, tightening and accentuating every luscious curve. Every motion and step made the hemline brush and stroke over the plump, rounded ass that swished back and forth.

"Mmm, sexy," Lynda hummed to herself. "Totally the best. The Prof's going to be, like, super excited. She's so nice."

Lynda stalked to her vanity. Sitting, her plump ass pushed down into the softness of the seat cushion. Meticulous, she started to apply her makeup. A thick, rich, creamy foundation layered onto that clear skin. She didn't stop there, though. Eyeliner, lipstick -- all the latest and hottest styles and fashions, she needed to get dolled up for her favorite teacher--and, of course, Matt. Time ceased to flow. A pleasant tingling, warm and relaxing, bubbled inside of Lynda's head. The constant arousal, like a gentle caress of a breeze against the lips of her sex, made her thighs press tighter together, and a breathy sigh slipped from those full lips. Her tongue ran along them. Her fingers reached towards a glass jar. She popped off the cover with a slow flick of her thumb. Soft digits pushed into that butter-like substance.

They pressed it against her lips until the pliant substance spread across. The rich and juicy taste of her new favorite flavored balm coated the puffy flesh. Lynda shivered. It had been a gift from Matt -- a special experimental flavor he called 'Cumflavor.' It sent such naughty, deliciously dirty thoughts into Lynda's brain. Her eyes glazed over like her full, luscious lips gleaming in the light.

Not that a bimbo like Lynda understood what 'experimental' meant. But she knew she loved it! With another content sigh, her hands picked the next container from the vanity. Now that her makeup had the base it would cling to, her face became increasingly dolled up. Her hands moved on their own. Layers upon layers, she drew with an artistic flair, creating the right mixture of smokey slut and sexy hot.

The final result made her eyelids flutter close as a contented, throaty moan vibrated against the soft, lustrous lips of Lynda's hungry pussy. "Yes," her voice hissed through clenched teeth, "Fuck me."

She leaned backward against the seat's backrest. A thrill of anticipation made her body ache to feel that stiff and throbbing shaft sink into her.

Lound her phone screamed. With slow, practiced grace, she reached out for that electronic device. It was time.

"Like, totally ready." The bimbo rose.

Time to impress. Her high heels clacked across her apartment floors with each deliberate step she took.

Lynda reached the lab at the same time as the other bimbos. Each looked so pretty, their big round boobs jiggling, bouncing and jostling as their sexy figures moved toward the lab door. And like Lynda, each wore a skin-tight, slutty outfit. Together, they walked through the doors. Professor Daisy and her handsome assistant waited.

A smile played on Daisy's bright, ruby-red painted lips as those piercing blue eyes roamed and observed the gaggle of sluts. Matt behind her kneaded their teacher's bare boobs. Each squeeze, pull, pinch and prod elicited a lusty, sultry, throaty groan of delight that escaped Daisy's open mouth. And in tune, all her girls shivered and trembled in anticipation. Their boobs bounced and swayed, nipples growing even stiffer.

Lynda let out a throaty purr, the deep, rumbling sound filling the lab's quiet space.

"It seems everyone took to their lessons well, isn't that right -- Daisy?" The grin on Matt's face broadened as his fingers flicked and rubbed at her perked buds, the stiff flesh moving at his whims. Their professor sighed in contentment. Her hips swayed and wiggled from side to side.

"Yes," Professor Daisy answered, "they're all such good bimbos. You are so smart, Matt."

He laughed, delighted. It sounded almost evil as his grip tightened on Daisy's big tits. She shuddered and gasped; then her eyes fell on her bimbos again. One by one, the professor's piercing gaze passed over every girl. Each time, it made Lynda's fellow sluts squirm and shiver. A spark of excitement raced along her spine--that tingling spreading into every limb.

"Getting into your head, Daisy -- it was absolutely worth it." He squeezed again, Daisy groaning louder than ever. "And thanks to Lynda, we got even an interview with the dean." He grinned at that busty redhead.

A flush of warmth traveled through her skin at the sudden praise. "Thanks, totally great," her vapid voice replied, "but like, how?"

He laughed, "That silly little scholarship of yours." Another laugh followed, and he looked her up and down. His slow glance, which drank in every detail, each little curve of Lynda's delicious figure, made her cheeks flush even deeper red.

"What do you think, Daisy? Lynda has earned a special reward for being such a good, brainless bimbo. Not going to her classes. Getting the dean involved. And she even got the same boobs as you. Truly, she will make a great bimbo whore."

Professor Daisy shuddered as he punctuated every word with another, harder squeeze.

"Yes, she will be so fucking good! You're so smart!"

"That I am. You must feel pretty silly now for doubting my credentials," he growled.

"Yes -- of course I feel silly," Professor Daisy moaned in reply, "you are the smartest. So, fucking smart!"

Matt released the busty woman's boobs. Stepping around the blonde beauty, his cockiness showed with each step. Lynda couldn't keep her eyes from wandering towards the bulge that showed along his slacks. Licking her lips, she straightened her posture. Her big tits stood up as she pushed out her chest.

The room filled with excited giggles, moans, and coos from her fellow bimbos.

"You know what," he smirked. "Let's see what you've learned. Sluts, pleasure pose three."

Each bimbo's hand found a tit to squeeze and rub with a moan.

"Good girls." He grinned, and his gaze wandered to each of those sluts.

And the bimbos all shivered.

A rush of desire washed through Lynda. Her hand pressed hard into her firm, round tit, fingers digging into that delicious, soft flesh. Her green eyes twinkled and sparkled as she watched that gorgeous specimen of a man step right in front of her. She smiled as his hand brushed through her red locks. It felt so right, his attention. Everything else dimmed. A warm glow filled the bimbo, and her tongue slid over glossy pink lips.

"Lynda, what's two plus two," he asked.

A loud, happy giggle bubbled up from Lynda's throat.

"Mhh, like, totally no idea?" she answered, her words slurred and drawn out in that vapid voice she couldn't help but use now. "Don't know. I'm just a dumb bimbo -- numbers are like hard. But not the fun kind," she added, the sound almost husky as her hand stroked over the hard bulge of his cock. "Like this one here." She grinned with a blissful smile.

"Very good. You know what to do with something hard, Lynda."

Lynda's heart pounded, and she bit into her glossy bottom lip with a groan, her cheeks flushing with arousal. His hand caressed her red hair. Her knees buckled and gave in under the touch, letting her drop. With practiced ease, she undid his zipper. The bimbo giggled in anticipation, knowing what would slide into her mouth now.

"Like, really? Yay, thanks," Lynda moaned as she reached out, pulling the heavy, throbbing shaft from its confines. And wrapped her lips around it.

Groaning, Matt grabbed her bobbing head. "No hesitation and no patience," he breathed out, "that's how I like my sluts." His hand grabbed hold of her long, wavy locks as her tongue flicked back and forth over the tip. Slurping sounds mixed with blissful groans, her cheeks hollowed out -- as the long treat hit her throat.

"Take note, Daisy. Program six definitely creates superb sucking skills," he commented as Lynda bobbed, head pulled along by the guiding grip at the back of her head. She had lost all sense of self and control. All that remained were the instructions in her mind and that burning, overwhelming, primal need for satisfaction.

He thrust his hips. His thick spear slid between those glossy lips. Lynda moaned and sighed, the sound muffled by the length. Drool slid from the corners of her mouth.

"Yes, Matt," agreed a breathless Daisy. "I love watching," the blonde sighed, her fingers groping her big boobs. She couldn't help herself, and Lynda's fellow bimbos panted in response, eyes following every motion.

Every thrust made Lynda's body jiggle, and her eyes turned upwards as Matt pulled her in, then released, only to force her down again.

"Of course you do, Daisy. I made sure of that. I've made you such a good whore. An envious bitch, desiring to be an airhead. But only when the last woman of this college has become one of my bimbos, your brain will pop."

"Yes, thank you, Matt, thank you. Such a smart man!" the busty professor exclaimed in a passionate gasp of her husky, lust-filled voice, a dreamy expression crossing that pretty face.

Lynda sucked harder. She felt the tip throb in the back of her throat.

"That's enough, Lynda. You only earned a taste. Not a meal," Matt informed his obedient bimbo, pulling on those red locks until she came free of the thick, hard shaft that throbbed before her lips.

With a whine, Lynda looked upwards. A pout pulled at the corner of her full lips. "Yes, Matt." The words slurred in that husky tone of hers.

"Get up," Matt instructed, a grin playing across his handsome, angular features. Lynda nodded. Still weak in the legs, she rose. Those plump breasts of hers stood out, her hardened nipples pushing through that flimsy little dress. It made him smirk even harder, and a shiver of lustful delight traveled along her nerves. She bit down into her full, pouting bottom lip, her pearly whites indenting the soft, supple flesh.

His eyes scanned each bimbo once more. That slow, lecherous gaze slid from the tips of Lynda's toes to her face, then down towards those big boobs and the deep valley between them. His pupils remained fixated for what felt like an eternity -- then trailed down and lingered at the short hem of that tight black number, hugging each and every one of her bouncy curves.

"Yes, very good. All dressed to please," he muttered more to himself than the gaggle of horny sluts, "what good girls. Good whores."

"Yes," Lynda and all the other bimbos echoed, "like, totally!"

"Then get a seat. It's time for your last session. Isn't that right, Daisy?" He asked as his hand slapped their busty teacher's plump ass. A loud moan echoed through the lab as the busty woman's cheeks jiggled under that harsh hit.

"Yes, Matt. Thank you for teaching us how to be such great whores," Daisy sighed, her voice huskier than ever before. The teacher looked at the busty girls. "This will be a special experiment. A point of no return. Not that any of you is intelligent enough to make that choice." Her blue eyes trailed down towards each girl's boobs. "But those boobs of yours sure did get better," giggled the woman.

Each bimbo shivered. A soft, contented sigh of agreement escaped the pretty lips of each busty girl as their hands reached upwards, squeezing and rubbing those delicious, firm tits. They sashayed towards the chairs, each one taking their place. As they did so, their short hemlines rose and exposed that lacy, tiny fabric that only partially concealed their plump asses and deliciously wet, puffy pussies.

Matt laughed, loud and full of glee, his head turning towards the gaggle of bimbos. He grinned, showing pearly white teeth. His hand stroked and groped Professor Daisy. His hips pressed against her butt. "Eyes front, bimbos."

As the lights dimmed and the screen activated, a giggle rose like an orchestra. The last thing Lynda heard before the familiar pink dots caught her focus was Daisy's loud guttural moan.

And Lynda's brain began to flow -- no longer a river but a torrent. An avalanche of images flooded through Lynda. Noises joined that rush, words that bounced in her thoughts, swirling and repeating themselves over and over.

She lost track of time.

She lost track of her past.

She lost track of herself.

Whatever remained of the old Lynda finally vanished. Her eyes rolled upwards, and a giggle bubbled up as pink spots danced and shimmered before her vision, filling the screen with an almost hypnotic display. Her head spun, her mind swirled, and she struggled to remember anything at all as the world faded from her consciousness.

The busty bimbo giggled, lost in a haze of desire as a warmth spread through her entire body. Every inch of her soft curves quivered in anticipation while her hands worked the smooth skin of her ample bosom. Lynda's nipples perked and stiffened under the gentle caress, growing even firmer, begging to be touched further. And a wetness formed between those puffy lips that parted her smooth mound. A moan, soft, low, and guttural, echoed from the depths of her being as her hips wiggled and squirmed from side to side.

Those pink dots shifted and moved in time with her breathing, pulsating, spinning, and flickering in mesmerizing patterns that captivated the vapid redhead's every thought. She couldn't think of anything beyond those pink shapes and swirls. Each flashed through her mind at lightning speed, leaving behind an empty canvas. Pink paint coated every inch in a uniform layer.

A soft sigh escaped Lynda, and a blissful smile stretched her plump lips even further apart as drool dripped down the side of her chin. Her fingers rubbed against the stiffened nipples, the sensation shooting straight to her sex. She could hear the throbbing of blood in her veins and the wetness that coated those luscious red lips that ached to wrap themselves around something hard and long and juicy. The scent of arousal wafted through the air, her fellow sluts succumbing to that ever-present and growing desire -- to be Matt's bimbo whore.

The light in the room brightened, and the screen shut down. Lynda blinked. Her vapid eyes wandered to the only thing she could comprehend.

Matt stood behind a bent-over Daisy. His hips thrust forward and backward. Her teacher sang with blissful moans. Their bodies crashed together in that primal rhythm that Lynda could feel within the very core of her being. It called out to her like a melody of pure satisfaction that resonated and throbbed inside of the busty redhead.

Lynda would love to watch, but she had a mission. Like every other whore in the room, she stood up, completely in tune with each other. Her black heels clicked and echoed in unison with those of the sluts beside her as they strode to the desk. For each of them waited a simple piece of paper. Lynda took hers and read the most important words of her life:

'bimbo cam whore - Matt exclusive'

A shiver of excitement raced down Lynda's spine, and her heart skipped a beat. She smiled and signed it with a flourish. All other thoughts seemed irrelevant and unimportant. Her pussy dripped, the juices that soaked into that skimpy lace of hers. With a straight back, she left the contract on the table and turned. Her hips swished, and her plump ass bounced and bobbed as she strutted out.

Lynda had a performance to create.