A Violet for a Rose - Preview 3

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"So used to constant interruptions though, the ginger’s plan for the day was finished before the halfway point of the class. She couldn’t just let them out; even with a day like today, they were behind. She didn’t have anything to immediately jump into either.

“Are there any questions?” she asked, her textbook awkwardly tucked under her bloated bust as she spoke without realizing it, “If not, then how about we take a moment to do the problems at the end of the chapter, and I can help out with any clarifications before you’re left to it on your own as homework.”

A hand shot up at the front, stretched high to get her teacher’s attention. “Yes, Esther?”

Her hand came down, a shy smile on her lips as the girl adjusted her glasses, brushing a lock on her brunette hair over her ear. “I was wondering, Miss Holt, if maybe you might come over and check some things for me?”

It was unusual for any of them to single themselves out like that. Again though, Rose wasn’t  going to question the situation. One of her students was being brave enough to ask for help, she wasn’t going to turn her down.

“Sure,” she offered in a light tone, non-judgemental to hopefully encourage the others if they might need it as well.

There was a spark of excitement in her again; this was the job she’d always wanted after all. It also had her just a tad too giddy as she made her way to the front rows. Her heels were clicking, half-bound chest bouncing a little more than she intended in her sweater.

The others were stealing glances from the corners of their eyes, pretending to continue their way through the solutions. Rose could feel the heat building in her cheeks again, as well as “other places”. She couldn’t recall ever being this horny before. There was a spike around this time of the month, sure; but, like the swelling, it had never been this bad before.

She needed to push through though. Just another hour of class, where her students were in need of her. Closing up her posture, to try and keep her peeking bust from making another escape attempt, she slipped herself between the desks to check what she’d been called for.

“So,” the buxom educator leaned in, nearly jumping back when she felt one of her boobs trying to roll out of its cup, “w-what did you need my help with, Esther?”

The girl rest her elbow on the desk, bicep gently nudging her chest, her fingers idly twirling one of her bangs that had managed to escape. She raked her teeth over her lower lip, gaze idly leaping between the swell of boob only a few inches from her face and shyly into the opposite direction with a pale tint pink in her cheeks. “Just wanted you to take a look,” she folded her arms over, covering her textbook as she pressed her own chest through the new window she’d made, “maybe you like what you see?”

Rose mentally stalled, needing a moment to process the question; what was being asked, what was happening. Her gaze was inadvertently drawn right to where her student wanted, to where her boobs were pressing together into a tempting little cleavage in her low cut top. There was the lightest bit of billowing, creamy flesh ever so slightly pouring out of the top of her sports bra.

Putting along, the ginger beauty’s mind was setting off red flags. Had Esther come to class wearing something so provocative? The educator had been in something of a rush, to say nothing of the other issues she was having, maybe she’d just missed it? More pressing though, even if they hadn’t had the best student-teacher relationship, Esther had been her student for more than half a semester; and those flags were screaming she wasn’t normally this big.

A push up bra maybe? No, Rose could see it herself, it was a stretchy, sporty type; at best, it’d have a little padding to keep things in place. The longer she stared, the more she started to notice it. Each few breaths that doughy overflow poured out the lightest bit more. Hardly perceptible but for the occasional light brush of tight fabric on skin.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Esther’s voice broke her from her observation.

Her green eyes blinked, coming up and catching where her student was looking to come to this assumption. Her gaze was tilted down, teeth raking across her lip with a lewd little grin. Following, Rose’s heart dropped into the pit of her gut.

Her half-fallen bra. Her left breast had more than overflowed, leaving her nipple rubbing on the inside of her sweater; hard as diamond.

The ginger’s freckles disappeared into a sea of red. Conflicting reactions left her frozen, looking around the room to see just how many of her students had noticed. All of them, it seemed, but worse, Esther wasn’t the only one going through changes.

Charged, her eyes were jumping all over. Chests starting to overflow their containers, tents in pants she wanted to write off as just erections were growing longer, stretching down pant legs. The worst part: she couldn’t recall being so horny in her life.

They were her students though! It was a conflict of interest, a gross abuse of power dynamics that could end with her fired before her career really took off. Yet here she was, actually considering it.

Reflex took over. Rose snapped upright, one hand slapping over her obvious nipple in a futile attempt to salvage whatever was left of her modesty. A new problem arose with it, her face struggling between her embarrassment and going pale at what she could feel against her palm; her nipple was wet.

“I, uh,” she stammered, stumbling backwards and nearly missing the aisle step. More eyes were on her, more stirrings within jeans that called out for her attention. “B-bathroom!” she panicked, turning on her heel in a dash for the door, “Keep working on those problems!”

Even braced against her hand, she was jiggling out of control. Her other bra strap gave up the ghost halfway there, and the vigorous movement of her tits jumping up and slamming down in her, at this point barely half cups, was forcing her stretched band further down her core. By the time she tore her way into the women’s room, her one hand was soaked, and there was a damp, dark stream coming off her right teat and nearly ready to start dripping on the floor.

Not private enough yet, anyone could walk in on her. The teacher shuffled herself to the back of the room, the corner most stall, and locked herself away to inspect the damage properly.

Her sweater came off in one fell swoop, tossed across the back of the toilet in her confined little prison. “What’s happening to me?” she muttered at the sight of her udders.

They were bigger than this morning; they had to be. Her bra was all but destroyed, warped out of shape with what were by the tag a triple D cup doing nothing but acting as awkward platforms for her massive melons. And the leaking. There were glistening streams, thin and pale white, coming from her lust-swollen nipples and drizzling down in a cacophony of shallow droplets.

“What’s wrong with me?” a better question, as one hand came up.

Feeling what she knew to be warm milk across her fingers as she cupped her swollen tit, she gave an experimental squeeze. They were so tight, so full, she couldn’t help a gasp of pleasure as a pressurized spurt arced from her stiff teat across the stall. She couldn’t hold it back any more, her loins were on fire, screaming out for the satisfaction she was denying herself. Her teeth buried themselves into her plush bottom lip to muffle herself, as with a mad fervour she scrambled to one-handedly get out of her pants." - A Violet for a Rose by Madam Materia