Nikki flinched with her feet firmly planted on the floor. Panic overtook the girl's face as she fought against the uber-gravity holding her in place. Dawn had most thoroughly enjoyed enacting Ms. Lane's tit-fondling display. Now she was going to do the same for Tits McGee. Dawn used her magic to make Nikki grab each of her oversized jugs in her delicate hands and begin kneeding her sweater-ed tit dough in front of the class. Shrieking at her predicament, McGee massaged under her breasts, pushing them upwards with an impressive display for the gawking eyes. "Please, oh mighty, make this stop!" the girl pleaded. Dawn responded by making the babe's self-groping become more aggressive.
Tits McGee's sweater fluffed and folded under her unquenchable fondling. She began cupping each breasts with her palms and stroking them underneath like two lactose-infused torpedoes. And the naval metaphor was quite fitting, as every guy in the class was giving the admiral tit queen a full pants-raising salute. Nikki had supple breasts that came to a point at each end; in a way, her tits were like a contemporary version of Lana Turner's rack. It wasn't that Dawn hated or even disliked Nikki. Dawn simply reasoned that, on principle, Nikki had to show her tits to the class. It was her fair payment for being blessed with huge knockers.
Dawn caused McGee's hands to flail away from her breasts. With a few secret spell words, the neophyte witch caused an invisible force to grab Nikki's tight, pink cashmere sweater. With a quick force, Dawn caused Nikki's top to tear apart down from her neckline to her hemline. Then with a violent yank, the force pulled the back of McGee's sweater off of her shoulders and down her arms.
Dawn grumbled under her breath when she saw that the sweater ripping had not quite stripped the babe as far down as she hoped. Dawn was one of those girls...you know, the type who always wears a tank top of some sort under her top. Nikki's boner-inducing average body was stuffed into a white, cotton cami with lace at the neckline. On the plus side, the garment did show off some of Tits McGee's nice cleavage.
"Well, cause I ripped off your hot little sweater and you didn't want to be naked enough for me, I'm going to prolong your sexy punishment a bit more," Dawn thought to herself. Dawn had gotten pretty comfortable with controlling other people's movement, so she decided to use it for some more smexy fun.
To Nikki's dismay, her feet began walking. "What's happening now?!" she cried. She marched in front of one of the guy's desk in the front row of the classroom. Tits McGee looked down at Fred. Fred was an attractive guy, albeit, somewhat of a nerd. His eyes were as wide as saucers. Without any control of her own, Nikki grabbed the back of Fred's head and shoved his face into her cami-covered mammaries. Dawn made sure that McGee gave Fred a good tit rubbing.
Nikkie then pushed Fred away and walked two desks over to the next guy, John. "Oh please no, " Nikki pleaded as she grabbed John's head and smothered him with her girl glands. After about 30 seconds of tit and face play with John, Nikki robotically walked back to Mike, who was sitting behind John. She grabbed his hands and squeezed them on her rack. Mike's face lit up in ecstasy. Plenty of guys had dreamed of fondling Tits' engorged melons, but here he was, actually laying his hands on her milk tanks.
As Nikki continued to go around the classroom, shoving guys' faces into her chest and letting them feel her up, all the while as Ms. Lane still continued to stumble around the front of the room in skirt-induced darkness, Dawn spotted Ol' Smithy, the friendly school janitor, mopping the hallway just outside the classroom. The typical mischievous smile came over the witch's face as an idea popped into her head. As Smithy rung out his mop and turned to clean the other side of the hall, Dawn flicked her fingers and caused the yellow mop bucket to wheel itself into the classroom.
After practically suffocating Ken, the class stoner, in her cleavage, Nikki turned and marched back up to the front of the room and stood next to the mop bucket. The well-endowed babe didn't know what was going to happen her, so she clenched her eyes close in nervous anticipation. Dawn used her magic to cause the left strap of Tits' tank top to slide off of her shoulder. Then the other strap fell away. Dawn then caused the cami to pull downwards, hiking south over the two largest hills in the county, past Nikki's soft stomach, and bunching up at her belt line.
Nikki's face burned with shame - her tits bulging defiantly outwards as two contradictions to modern physics. They were so huge and heavy, yet stood out as exceptions to the law of gravity. Of course, they were helped by Tits McGee's exploits of the local department store's lingerie department. Her tits were absolutely throbbing and heaving within a taut, off-cream colored brassiere - its cups had a touch of delicate detailing.
Nikki felt the strength go out in her legs as she fell to her knees. Dawn caused McGee to hover over the top of the mop bucket. The girl yelped, "Oh no! Not this!" A slight but steady force pushed Nikki down and the humiliated babe dunked her rack into the warm water. Dawn then pulled the girl back up and pushed her bust forward on display. Soapy suds ran off of Nikki's drenched chest, down her stomach. Dawn had turned the average Tits into the archetypical car wash hottie that filled every red-blooded, heterosexual male's psyche. The witch then made Nikki grab her tits and again, gave them a hard squeeze to ring out the excess water from her soggy cotton cups.
Nikki then pitched forward, pushing her billowing chest to the ground. Immediately, before the girl could protest, Dawn controlled Tits to rub her namesake all over the grimy classroom floor, using her bra-covered chest as a cleaning rag. After a minute, Dawn bent Nikki back up. Her cream cups were starting to turn dingy from the dirt she just cleaned off of the floor. Nikki again plunged her chest into the warm, soapy water and started cleaning the floor with her rack some more. The class was awestruck in a mix of amusement and arousal. First, their teacher got bagged; now their classmate was being turned into a maid who really puts her back...and front...into her work.
After pulling Nikki back up, Dawn caused Nikki to reach over and grab the mop bucket. By now, Smithy was outside in the hallway, with an annoyed look on his face wondering what hooligan had stolen his mop bucket. Nikki begged to whatever smexy force was transforming her into a hot little tit mopping sex kitten to not make her do what she was about to do. But her attempt was futile. Nikki picked up the bucket, stuck out her massive chest, and dumped the remaining water on her tits. The soping wet bra clung to her inundated torpedoes. While the Lycra kept the garment from becoming completely transparent, the wetness had clearly outlined the shape of Nikki's nipples underneath the darkened cups. The girl then pushed her tits to the floor once more, and continued moping.
But what now?
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