Lynda brushed a lock of red hair back. All her concentration focused on Professor Hallyway. Soft-spoken, the teacher introduced a new experiment. The young teaching assistant, some guy, helped with the presentation. But Lynda had only eyes for the blonde professor. She had been confused at first. Professor Hallyway always projected an aura of pure professionalism. Then her favorite teacher had some surgery -- Lynda's eyes dropped to the deep cleavage her teacher proudly presented -- with apparent results. Yet the lecture today soothed any fears Lynda developed.
"And that's why I need your help with this little experiment. Of course, it's a voluntary procedure, and will be rewarded with extra credit," Professor Hallyway announced with a smile.
Lynda blinked. She had been lost in her mind and did not hear everything. Still, a confidence bloomed in her chest. Finally, she had a chance to impress her professor. Without a hint of hesitation, the girl raised her arm. "I'll gladly volunteer," she announced.
Professor Hallyway beamed her a wide, loving smile. Lynda could not resist smiling back. A deep satisfaction spread through her mind. She knew then that this would be the first of many opportunities to assist and work closely with her beloved professor.
Others, of course, jumped at the chance as well. The new addition, that teaching assistant, marked down every hand that went up. "Good. I expect to see every volunteer in the lab this very afternoon," Professor Hallyway added. I'm delighted by your enthusiastic reaction."
After the bell rang and the others left the auditorium, Lynda hung back to clean up the chalkboard and do other little tasks for Professor Hallyway. She had hoped for a private conversation afterward. Yet that new assistant lingered after class as well. His presence was an annoyance to Lynda. Still, she hoped he might leave without another word or gesture. But for some reason, the professor hung onto every word dripping from his lips. Frustration seethed through her veins. She wished the jerk would just leave already!
Professor Hallyway clung to him. She giggled and smiled so brightly. Not one time during the long, tedious conversation did the teacher notice her lingering student. Lynda hoped in vain to catch her attention somehow. A subtle cough here, an exaggerated stretch there, all fell upon deaf, uncaring ears. Finally, with a soft curse, Lynda threw in the towel. She would get her chance this afternoon. Frowning, Lynda stalked out, more annoyed than before.
Lynda sat at her small desk and reviewed some notes from class--at least the ones she took after spacing out during part of the lecture. With a deep sigh, Lynda glanced at the time, counting down until her afternoon appointment with Professor Hallyway.
For some reason, her mind lingered on those newly enlarged breasts and not on the material covered. She remembered how tight Professor Hallyway's blouse had strained as she walked to the front of the class. And that low, scooped collar that plunged down, showing an ample display of cleavage. Lynda still reeled from the knowledge her professor had gotten a breast enlargement. At her age, too! Yet, despite the initial confusion, she found it hard to deny that they were gorgeous.
Her cellphone startled Lynda, and she blinked, glancing over. It was time. After closing the books and gathering herself, she headed across the green and straight into the labs. After the briefest hesitation, she knocked on the office door and opened it, peeking her head through. "Good afternoon, Professor," Lynda said brightly, her face alight with pleasure.
The new assistant looked up from his desk first. For the first time, Lynda noticed that he had a device in his hand--a controller. Professor Hallyway took a deep breath; her face looked flushed.
"Ah, Lynda. Very good. You are the first to arrive. We'll just have to wait a few minutes for the rest to show up. In the meantime, would you like some refreshments?" The teacher rose from her seat, showing the tightness of her outfit. It clung to every line and curve in a most enticing manner. Of course, those newly enlarged tits strained more against the soft fabric.
"Yes, please!" Lynda nodded, trying in vain not to look. She felt conflicted. She really shouldn't have looked at her professor like this, but she could not resist the temptation. It was a big, conflicting mix of emotions. Lynda tried to push them down, ignoring the turmoil she felt.
"Here you are," Professor Hallyway smiled. She pressed a cup of liquid into Lynda's hands.
With the first sip, the drink explodes into a complex blend of flavors. Lynda shuddered in surprise. She expected plain water, not this delicious treat.
"What's in it?" Lynda inquired.
"Flavor!" Professor Hallyway quipped back. "It's a mixture of vitamins, minerals, supplements, amino acids, protein, and electrolytes. All to improve your ability to focus on the experiment."
She sipped more of the drink. It really was delicious. "Thank you. I feel more awake and alert already!" Lynda announced with a hint of pride. She looked from her professor to that assistant.
"Oh, you can thank Matt here. It's his creation. I find it really does help with concentration."
The man smirked. He wasn't all that much to look at, tall and lanky. Lynda couldn't understand what exactly drew her professor to this loser. Maybe she was trying to be charitable to him and his weird ideas and thoughts.
"We all need more flavor and nutrition in our lives," Matt said with a sly smirk playing on his lips.
A frown creased her lips. But Lynda forced herself to take a calming breath. Maybe she was being a tad harsh. "Oh. Uh, thank you then?" Her eyes narrowed, but a knock on the door broke their eye contact. Lynda was relieved by the distraction.
"We should go to the lab. I think the rest of our volunteers must have arrived," the Professor announced.
As they entered the lab, Lynda saw the waiting faces of other students from her class. Everyone chatted quietly while drinking the supplement drink. Lydia took a seat in the nearest available chair and waited with the others.
"Well, this is a great turnout! I couldn't be more delighted," the professor began. She leaned forward just a fraction, and her new breasts nearly burst right out of that low neckline.
The professor began to explain in a soft, seductive voice. Her lips looked redder than usual, and Lynda couldn't help staring. "This experiment focuses on how visual and audio stimulation can enhance learning." Her breasts wobbled and jiggled with her slightest movement, and Lynda had a hard time keeping her concentration.
Matt circled the room with a strange device. It made a soft clicking noise with each step he made. That annoying piece of shit walked straight back and forth past them, that smirk plastered across his face and the device held in his outstretched hand.
"This first part of the experiment will involve baseline observations of your current focus level. Sit back and enjoy." With those words, the lights dimmed, and a screen sprung to life.
On a plain white background, pink dots appeared and disappeared. Matt kept walking the aisles with his strange little device clicking away. It was an odd scene. Yet Lynda tried not to pay much attention to it. Her eyes remained fixed on that screen, trying to count every pink dot she saw. But her mind soon started to wander. Her eyelids grew heavier with each moment. Even her breathing slowed, taking on the rhythm of those insistent clicks. That screen seemed to flash and sparkle before her sleepy eyes. Time became irrelevant. Through half-open eyes, she followed each dot. She felt completely relaxed. It would feel better to drift away, just close her eyes and not fight to sleep any further.
The screen switched off, and the lights snapped on. It felt jarringly abrupt. She jerked awake with the shock of suddenness.
"And we have our baselines. The first part of the experiment is now completed." Professor Hallyway's bright, cheerful voice announced over the groggy sounds of the waking volunteers.
Lynda tried to gather her wits and composure. Her head felt foggy. With great reluctance, her brain started to process thoughts. She looked around, trying to see if anyone else had felt the same as her.
With a glance, she could see the others looked equally dazed.
"Now, you will watch the screen again, but with these headphones on," Professor Hallyway announced. She walked down the rows, with Matt following closely behind her. One by one, the two placed over-ear headphones on each volunteer. Soon, Lynda's turn came, and the teacher handed the set to Matt. He approached, a hungry gleam in his eyes.
A flush of heat traveled through Lynda's skin. His dark orbs looked intense, and a smile curled those lips upwards. She felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. Why was she so flustered suddenly? With her mind distracted, she barely noticed how close he got before placing the headphones over her ears with a snap. The sound startled her, and she jerked in her seat. The room went silent as a click from him switched the headset on.
Lynda turned to the screen. She watched the dots as before, but something changed this time. She felt a tingling through her head, almost like a buzzing sensation. The pink dots flashed brighter than they had last time. The white screen throbbed in a way she couldn't describe. A soothing beat emanated through the headset.
Her mind felt focused in an unusual way. Her thoughts narrowed to those flashing pink lights. Her eyes tracked the shapes as they formed and then broke apart. They seemed to draw a picture--a curved, shapely image that drew Lynda in and trapped her.
"Beautiful," she whispered under her breath, unaware she spoke out loud. She felt so focused now, the tingling spreading from her brain and traveling downwards, all the way through her spine. She barely felt her lips move as they formed words. Her tongue darted out to wet them, yet her eyes were transfixed by the shifting, changing screen in front of her. Her mind emptied, free from anything besides those dots and their shape.
She sighed. A blissful, relaxing sensation washed over her. Lynda's body melted back against her seat, and her eyes continued watching those pink dots, tracing the outline of those perfectly curved lines--so round and full. Her mind felt empty in this trance. A small smile tugged on her lips, yet her awareness drifted on, oblivious to anything beyond those lights.
