The teacher turns to face you, shifting your focus to her underwhelming B cup chest.
You focus, concentrate, and say "I wish that the teacher had bigger tits."
The wish kicked in as the mounds on her chest began to swell and push out. The rippling flesh pressed itself hard against the front of the shirt as B cups grew to C cups, then D cups, then DD cups, snapping her bra in half and popping the top three buttons of her shirt.
The teacher was moaning and rubbing her chest as her breasts his size DDD and stopped. The guys gawked at her new massive rack.
"I wish that the teacher was always like that, and that she always wore a red push up bra and white tube top." you quickly said.
The teacher's shirt melted and clung to her mammoth mammories, lifting them up and creating a huge amount of cleavage the fabric morphed into the red push up bra as a white fabric band formed over it.
From there, it was same as always: the teacher wrote on the white board, her enormous breasts bobbing and jiggling as she walked around. The guys watched her eagerly, holding back a synchronized boner as she leaned over a desk, giving everybody a full view of her huge tits that would make a stripper jealous.
Then, as she walked past the row with your seat, you...