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Mary didn't know why her teacher Mr. Warren wanted to see her after class. Everyone in her class knew that he was an lecherous old man, who liked to leer at the girls with the biggest chests. But Mary was small in comparison to them, a fact that her fellow female classmates loved to point out every chance they got, despite being the attention of the perverted teacher interests. It didn't matter now. Apparently Mr. Warren had concerns that she wasn't properly committed to his class. Whatever that meant. So here she sat on one of the rollaway benches in front of the blackboard like some grade schooler ready to be scolded. Mr. Warren leaned against a desk across from her, and she could feel his eyes drifting over her body, a look of disappointment on his face. Finally his eyes meant hers and he began. "No, no it won't do, not at all. I can't have you falling behind the other girls in the class, no that is not an option." Mary looked confused at his sudden rambling, and was going to interject, but the old teacher waved his hand and silenced her, as he continued. "It's not your grades you see. They are impeccable, its your other assets, or should I say lack of assets." His eyebrows arched as this his eyes drifting down to Mary's small b cup breasts. Mary instantly felt her face blush with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. She went to stand, ready to go and report the old bastard right to the principle. But he raised his hand again, for her to stay, flashing a strange silver pendant, it seemed to catch the light, and Mary's eyes, and she felt all the rage drift away. Mr. Warren smiled, noticing how Mary's eyes dilated, fixated on the pendant in his hand, her head lulling to one side, enraptured. The pendant was indeed silver and was in the shape of a voluptuous woman's torso, it gleamed in the light and to Mary all time seemed to stand still. "He waved it gently, Mary's eyes never leaving it. "Ah I've seen you noticed my little trinket." he laughed with cold mirth. "Got it down on one of my trips to the Amazon don't you know. It's the torso of some natives fertility goddess or some such. I traded it for a simple watch. I can't remember the name of the ol girl, but that's not important. What's important is it grants the owner the power to shape any woman he chooses with the ancient fertility magics." He gently ran his thumb over the pendants ample breasts, and Mary shuddered, feeling as if someone was also rubbing her own modest breasts, the feeling was euphoric. She stifled a moan. The teacher's eyes gleamed. "I thought it was such superstition, but wouldn't you know, it works. I've been dabbling with it for months. Some changes here, some changes there. You must have noticed how your classmates have blossomed of late, and relatively quickly." He looked at Mary for confirmation but she merely stared at the pendant. "No? Well I have, all my girls in my class have been properly committed to my class. All but you." He stepped closer to Mary now, the pendant gleaming with more light then the reflections from the over head lights could provide. It was an inner glow. Intoxicating to Mary's eyes. The old teacher went on, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas day. "Don't worry, it won't hurt, in fact, quite the opposite, as I'm sure your classmates can attend to. Of course they can't remember, but I'm sure they are enjoying their new assets." You won't remember any of this either my dear when I'm done. But I think you'll enjoy. "With that the medallion seemed to flash outwards, as if a strobe light from a camera. Mary's eyes watering as they refocused, the medallion still in Mr. Warren's hand as he leered at her as if expecting something. That's when the heat hit, her, the pleasurable pins and needles sensation, that danced over her skin. She felt her thighs twitch and thicken, her pert butt cheeks lifting and pressing into the cushion behind her as they swelled, Her once modest skirt sliding up her thickening thighs revealing more and more soft flesh. Mr. Warren clapped excitedly. "I love the next part." he said with glee. Mary gave no reply, she felt the changes, but the pendant kept her locked in its embrace. The fabric of her shirt tented and then lifted by the sudden swelling breast flesh beneath. She felt the weight of it as it grew, the tautness of her skin from the sudden growth, her nipple thickening as the areola darkened around it. Soon the soft orb of flesh reached the size of her head with no sign of slowing down. Mary gasped and moaned frozen in place by the power of the pendant, her full breast on full display for her lecherous teacher, who lifted the fabric upwards to see the rest of his handiwork. His cold hands fondling the flesh as he did so. Sated he stood back, and Mary was confused at first, but that confusion returned to bliss, as her right breast began to swell intern, the pendant dancing in front of her eyes, and Mary knew she had to endure, there was nothing else she could do but ride out the pleasure. At the whim of her lecherous teacher's whims.

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Mary didn't know why her teacher Mr. Warren wanted to see her after class. Everyone in her class knew that he was an lecherous old man, who liked to leer at the girls with the biggest chests. But Mary was small in comparison to them, a fact that her fellow female classmates loved to point out every chance they got, despite being the attention of the perverted teacher interests. It didn't matter now. Apparently Mr. Warren had concerns that she wasn't properly committed to his class. Whatever that meant. So here she sat on one of the rollaway benches in front of the blackboard like some grade schooler ready to be scolded. Mr. Warren leaned against a desk across from her, and she could feel his eyes drifting over her body, a look of disappointment on his face. Finally his eyes meant hers and he began. "No, no it won't do, not at all. I can't have you falling behind the other girls in the class, no that is not an option." Mary looked confused at his sudden rambling, and was going to interject, but the old teacher waved his hand and silenced her, as he continued. "It's not your grades you see. They are impeccable, its your other assets, or should I say lack of assets." His eyebrows arched as this his eyes drifting down to Mary's small b cup breasts. Mary instantly felt her face blush with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. She went to stand, ready to go and report the old bastard right to the principle. But he raised his hand again, for her to stay, flashing a strange silver pendant, it seemed to catch the light, and Mary's eyes, and she felt all the rage drift away. Mr. Warren smiled, noticing how Mary's eyes dilated, fixated on the pendant in his hand, her head lulling to one side, enraptured. The pendant was indeed silver and was in the shape of a voluptuous woman's torso, it gleamed in the light and to Mary all time seemed to stand still. "He waved it gently, Mary's eyes never leaving it. "Ah I've seen you noticed my little trinket." he laughed with cold mirth. "Got it down on one of my trips to the Amazon don't you know. It's the torso of some natives fertility goddess or some such. I traded it for a simple watch. I can't remember the name of the ol girl, but that's not important. What's important is it grants the owner the power to shape any woman he chooses with the ancient fertility magics." He gently ran his thumb over the pendants ample breasts, and Mary shuddered, feeling as if someone was also rubbing her own modest breasts, the feeling was euphoric. She stifled a moan. The teacher's eyes gleamed. "I thought it was such superstition, but wouldn't you know, it works. I've been dabbling with it for months. Some changes here, some changes there. You must have noticed how your classmates have blossomed of late, and relatively quickly." He looked at Mary for confirmation but she merely stared at the pendant. "No? Well I have, all my girls in my class have been properly committed to my class. All but you." He stepped closer to Mary now, the pendant gleaming with more light then the reflections from the over head lights could provide. It was an inner glow. Intoxicating to Mary's eyes. The old teacher went on, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas day. "Don't worry, it won't hurt, in fact, quite the opposite, as I'm sure your classmates can attend to. Of course they can't remember, but I'm sure they are enjoying their new assets." You won't remember any of this either my dear when I'm done. But I think you'll enjoy. "With that the medallion seemed to flash outwards, as if a strobe light from a camera. Mary's eyes watering as they refocused, the medallion still in Mr. Warren's hand as he leered at her as if expecting something. That's when the heat hit, her, the pleasurable pins and needles sensation, that danced over her skin. She felt her thighs twitch and thicken, her pert butt cheeks lifting and pressing into the cushion behind her as they swelled, Her once modest skirt sliding up her thickening thighs revealing more and more soft flesh. Mr. Warren clapped excitedly. "I love the next part." he said with glee. Mary gave no reply, she felt the changes, but the pendant kept her locked in its embrace. The fabric of her shirt tented and then lifted by the sudden swelling breast flesh beneath. She felt the weight of it as it grew, the tautness of her skin from the sudden growth, her nipple thickening as the areola darkened around it. Soon the soft orb of flesh reached the size of her head with no sign of slowing down. Mary gasped and moaned frozen in place by the power of the pendant, her full breast on full display for her lecherous teacher, who lifted the fabric upwards to see the rest of his handiwork. His cold hands fondling the flesh as he did so. Sated he stood back, and Mary was confused at first, but that confusion returned to bliss, as her right breast began to swell intern, the pendant dancing in front of her eyes, and Mary knew she had to endure, there was nothing else she could do but ride out the pleasure. At the whim of her lecherous teacher's whims.