Professor Hallyways Experiment

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.

The screen switched off with an audible click. The room seemed dim after staring so long into that brilliant white screen. Her mind swam, confused, for a few heartbeats. Slowly, she blinked as awareness came seeping back.

Without a word, Matt placed a questionnaire in front of Lynda. Still dazed, she answered it without any recollection of what she had written down. But she felt a deep, pleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach as she slid the filled-out form over to her teacher. Professor Hallyway nodded and took it without comment, placing it neatly in her folder.

"Very good," the Professor said at last. The rest of the group was equally zoned, dazed. "We have our baseline and comparison studies complete for now." Her eyes roamed over everyone in the room. "Our next session together will be next week. But to see how long-term exposure can increase your focus, we have prepared a simple video file for you to download. Simply use the link and password you just learned about."

She dismissed everyone then. One by one, they gathered their belongings and walked out. Still in a stupor, Lynda joined the others. The walk home passed in the same vague way. Her mind remained in a fog. Her thoughts drifted aimlessly through her consciousness's vast, unorganized thoughts and ideas. Finally, her key slipped into the lock with a dull, metallic noise, and she entered her small apartment.

Throbbing pain assaulted her head; like a hangover, it clung to her thoughts. Lynda forced herself to shower and clean her teeth. Her limbs felt heavy as she sagged, exhausted into the soft bed. Her red curls spilled out across the sheets, and she groaned. She closed her eyes. And pink dots greeted her.

***

Lynda woke up refreshed and full of energy. She had slept longer than usual, and that was odd in and of itself. Still, she couldn't complain. Her body felt fantastic, and her mind buzzed.

Glancing at the clock, she realized she had plenty of time until her following lecture. She hummed, pondering what to do with the time. Then, the memories from yesterday floated upwards. She stopped.

A slight shake of her head followed as she pushed herself from her bed and walked to her computer. The device booted up without an issue. The screen lit up in a moment, and her fingers tapped out a link she had never seen before. Yet a tingling inside her brain assured her that she knew it. This was the link Professor Hallyway mentioned in passing yesterday. As a reward, she felt so happy as she entered the username and password in the website link that she somehow had memorized. Her teeth gnawed at the lower corner of her lip while a pleasant pulse filled her core.

As the page loaded on her computer, she fumbled her headphones out of their drawer and fitted them. It felt right.

Sitting before the computer screen, Lynda pressed the' Play' button.

Simple beats filled her ears. They seemed to travel through her skull, tapping and pulsating along with her body's rhythm. Pink lights flickered over the black backdrop, following the beat in time.

Her mouth opened, then closed again as her mind emptied, becoming blank. Her body leaned backward, sinking into her computer seat as her eyes focused on the shapes that flashed in time with that slow beat, forming into lines that grew breasts, an ass, and svelte legs. An image of a voluptuous woman filled the screen. Lynda's gaze traced every inch. Her breath left her mouth slowly, an exhale that seemed to drain her of anything beyond those curves and shapes.

Words began to pulse alongside the lights. She blinked, unable to remember the phrases, yet somehow, they filled her mind. There seemed to be nothing but those shapes, words, music -- a sensation of numb pleasure radiated from her head, seeping down the base of her spine. Her brain tingled. And she stared on with glassy eyes at that image of a voluptuous woman.

It was the epitome of sexuality in every curve, line, and arc. It seemed to grow and grow as the music faded, replaced by an echoing voice. It repeated a phrase she could feel but not hear.

"You need big, full boobs. They aren't breasts anymore. Just boobs."

She parroted the words, mouth moving without realizing it. Her hands cupped the soft swell of her own. But they were so small. She could cup all the breast tissue in a palm. Her eyes never moved as she kneaded that sensitive skin, pulling and squeezing.

But she needed bigger ones. Boobs that stood out firm and perky. Lynda wanted that kind of rack. A drop of saliva fell from her slack mouth.

She squeezed harder, her mind going over how much better they'd feel with more weight to them. A sharp thrill of delight coursed through her as her mind flashed an image of her with just those boobs she dreamed about until a loud buzzing noise tore her attention away.

Groggy, she shook her head. With a simple click, she closed the browser, and her eyes returned to focus.

Drowsiness clung to her like a wet blanket. Lynda looked at her alarm. It informed her it was time for a lecture, but it wasn't by Professor Hallyway. And for some reason, she did not feel that good. Slowly, she stood up. Her head ached, and a fog clouded her thoughts. She needed to sleep--yes, a nice long nap.

Lynda stumbled from the table. Her vision wavered, but soon it cleared, and her awareness sharpened. She collapsed face-first on the mattress. Her eyelids felt too heavy as she sank back against her pillow and slept.

***

Lynda squirmed. She tugged at the short skirt she bought last week. A tickle of embarrassment filled her. This was the first lecture she attended after a week.

In front of the class stood Professor Hallyway -- dressed in something that barely counted as a suit. It was far more skimpy and sexy, hugging all the curves her body boasted of.

The tight skirt strained against her wide hips, the fabric so tight it outlined her firm, round ass. The blouse buttoned all the way to the top, but Lynda felt her mouth go dry at the strain those big, firm boobs produced. They looked fit to pop out from under their scant confinement with the slightest wrong motion. She stared at her professor with rapt attention.

The redhead had a pencil clenched in between her ruby lips. They pursed and tightened around the thin object; the perfect color of her red lipstick stained it.

The teacher spoke, but Lynda couldn't focus for the life of her. All her brain could muster were flashes of desire. Every moment she watched that gorgeous creature, her unending craving, and yearning seemed to grow stronger and more desperate. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in that beautiful, shapely form.

"Here you go," whispered Matt, handing her a cup with that delicious drink. Blushing, Lynda thanked him. She hadn't noticed him there in her preoccupation.

Professor Hallyway explained some concepts of their studies, gesturing wildly with her hands. With the slightest motion, it made those heavy, round boobs bounce and wiggle under that thin white shirt. Her nipples strained against that fabric, and Lynda's jaw dropped just a fraction more. They looked erect and aroused.

"They look great," giggled another volunteer behind Lynda.

She couldn't tear her eyes away long enough to agree or acknowledge that comment. All Lynda felt capable of doing was to track those boobs and their slightest hint of movement with a hungry, lusty fascination.

Lynda didn't care for whatever the professor explained -- or that only the group participating last week attended the class. Her eyes drank in that tantalizing, erotic figure. Lynda bit into her lower lip and squirmed on the unforgiving plastic of the auditorium seats. A warmth filled her and spread downwards into the pit of her belly, traveling lower still until her pussy throbbed and her panties felt soaked with her juices.

"Now, I have to ask all of you," Professor Hallyway said in a breathry tone, "since only volunteers are in today. Why don't we continue with our little experiment? I'm certain you were obedient and watched your videos daily." Her eyes looked over everyone. No one disagreed or voiced an objection.

The group rose, Lynda right along with them, as everyone gathered and followed that swaying ass of their professor down the corridor. A hypnotizing back and forth, those round, pert, juicy-looking ass cheeks. Lynda felt a desire so intense and overwhelming well up from inside that she could only mirror her professor's gait.

As she walked down the hallways, that short skirt hiked up her plump thighs. Her pussy rubbed against the soft, silky material of her thong with every single step. A breathless pant escaped Lynda's lips as she moved and felt that wonderful, glorious feeling of flesh stroking flesh.

The clacking of each high heel against the polished floors echoed in Lynda's mind, filling it to the brim. Soon, they reached the lab. As Professor Hallyway ushered them all inside, her hand slid down and slapped her tight, full butt in the most sensual fashion. It bounced with an almost lewd jiggle, the flesh straining under that stretched skirt.

Like a chorus, each volunteer moaned in response.

Lynda didn't even need to be told what came next. She slipped into one of the chairs and sat there waiting. Her green eyes never looked away from that curvy ass, wiggling around as the professor busied herself with preparing their experiment. Matt walked the room, handing every girl the same headset. He smirked and leered. Lynda arched her back just for him. It thrust her boobs upwards, her nipples so hard she felt them poking under the thin fabric of her tight, form-hugging shirt.