Katie had finally pulled a shirt over herself after an hour of being trapped in a cycle of staring at the crystal until she came, and the brief period after orgasm when her mind slowly trickled back in to her body before her eyes made contact with the enchanting crystal hanging between her heavy and full breasts. The only thing that worked was when she happened to squeeze her eyes closed tightly after a particularly intense cycle and even in her relatively mindless state, she had enough brains to keep her eyes closed long enough for some of her intelligence to return. But it wasn't until almost thirty minutes later that her brains returned enough to realize that she was running late for her sociology exam. And that she still wasn't wearing pants.
She swiped into the building with five minutes left. Bounding up the stairs she realized that, although she had remembered pants thankfully, she had forgotten to put on a bra. All she had on was a low cut white shirt that her tits nearly bounced out of every stair she took at a semi-jog.
Katie came stumbling through the door of her sociology class two minutes after nine. Being late was unheard of for her, she was always on time to class. In fact, usually she was one of the first ones to class. She could feel every eye on her as she slunk her way to her seat and the test awaiting her. Normally she would've hated the attention, but today, for some reason it felt good.
It felt even better when she noticed that she could feel her thick nipples hardening and visibly poking into her shirt. All of the progress she had made since she had gotten the shirt on started to steadily drip out of her pussy as her arousal increased.
But she still had a test to complete, and it sat in front of her intimidatingly. The first section wasn't too bad at all as it was all multiple choice. Katie was cruising through the first page of the test and it gave her a sense of confidence she didn't expect. Even with her mind slowly losing its capabilities, the space between her legs growing damper by the second due to her constant awareness of her heavy tits pushing her thick nipples against her shirt for all to see, the test was going well. And even through her arousal spiked when she realized that due to her hunched over position anyone that looked up from their test could see straight down her shirt, and even catch a glimpse of one of her areolas, she flipped the first page of her test before she heard most others do the same.
But her situation got considerably worse upon getting to the next page. The top of the next section read Fill in the blank with the most accurate answer for questions 16-25. There was something about that sentence that stuck in Katie's head. She re-read it. Fill in the blank with the most accurate answer. And again. Fill in the blank. She shook her head but her eyes remained transfixed on the page. One word stuck in her head. Blank. Something about it bounced around in her head. Pushing all other thoughts out. Blank. Katie had never felt a word feel so perfect. So blissful.
The slow stream of thoughts going out of her body through her pussy turned into a torrent. Her cheeks blushed crimson. Her nipples had never been so hard. They ached to be touched rubbing against her shirt. Her pussy gushed any remaining intelligence into her underwear. Blank. Katie knew there would not only be a noticeable wet spot on her pants, but probably also on her chair. She had never felt so aroused.
For the rest of the exam period Katie sat in class blank and horny, her pussy wet and dripping, drool running out the side of her mouth, tongue hanging limply. Hips grinding slightly against her chair in utter arousal. Eventually the professor announced that the test was over, snapping Katie out of her trance. She could hear the squelch of the wetness in her crotch as she walked ashamedly to the front of the class to hand her test in. A test only completed to the first page and with large marks from drool.
