The next day Taitan's boobs were only dressed by a much too small mesh top that didn't even cover Chloe's delicious nipples. The students were still intrigued by the display and many dared to touch the oddly large, tightly wrapped balls of flesh bulging through the net. Clara was back as well but she intentionally seemed to ignore Taitan this time.
First voices were raised that those silicone breasts didn't at all look like silicone, and that it was nigh impossible to artificially create such realistic nipples that even got hard when played with. Chloe had a hard time staying silent behind the wall as more and more hands played with her exposed treasures and she couldn't avoid to squirm excitedly when the more daring ones massaged her with vigor.
The next day her decency was only protected by those skimpy pasties that barely covered her hard nipples. And this time, most of the students were convinced that those tits were not artificial at all.
"They're real, Kate. Just feel them. They are warm and soft, you can even feel the heart pounding. There's a woman behind that wall, a performer of sorts."
"You really think so? But why would she do that?"
"It's a psych experiment. They want to study us with this."
"Really? Huh. So those boobs are real? No boob job either it seems. Fuck, I'm jealous. Mine are so small compared to this rack."
"Nice set, right?" another guy gushed, "I think it's the best pair I ever laid my hands on. This girl is just phenomenal, sticking her A-grade boobies through a wall to further the scientific understanding. What dedication!"
"Right?" added another voice, "I wouldn't dare to do anything remotely like that. This girl has guts!"
A well-endowed woman joined the conversation and said, "I really love this project, guys. I guess everyone by now knows that it's an actual woman inside there, right? But she still keeps going and doesn't even flinch. Finally someone who proudly shows off a real pair of tits like nature intended! Not those teenie little boobies that are considered the norm for some reason. Good job, girl. Good job!"
"My thoughts exactly," added another woman, "And just look at those silly guys, spell-bound by a set of breasts. If I would own such a pair I would make them all submit to the power of the boob. Come on, with tits like that you could do whatever you want and get away with it. Look at these boys, drooling like idiots. They just can't ignore these puppies. They have to ogle them and have no choice! Fucking amazing!"
Chloe couldn't stop listening to all the sudden and unexpected praise. Maybe she was wrong after all, maybe she should ... suddenly her left foot slipped from the stack of books. She tried to regain her balance but it was too late already. The other stack slipped away as well and she was suddenly hanging there, just supported by her trapped breasts and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Everyone turned to the box and ran. The locked door didn't pose much of a challenge as strong hands ripped it open in no time. People were rushing in to help the howling girl and Chloe was quickly rescued from her predicament. The squirming, panty-clad young woman was soon lying on a blanket and was the center of attention. Chloe looked at all the faces, wide-eyed and in terror.
"Chloe? Is that you?" someone said. It was Clara, the mean girl from before.
"Holy fuck, Chloe! Are you feeling alright? Are your boobs doing ok? Damn girl, what a show! I have never expected to... Were your boobs always this big?"
"Chloe! I didn't even know that you..."
"You know this girl?"
"Yeah, she's in IT I think. Damn, what a set of knockers."
