Just then it hit you.
'Duh, Mr. Grayson of course'
Your science teacher, Steve Grayson, was pretty hot. He was 31, about 6"1, slim but athletic, with dark hair that was styled in that slick executive side parting look. Tanned skin and neatly kept stubble coating a strong jaw with a dimpled chin, which added to his handsome face, he would always do that sexy half smile when one of his questions was awnserd right.
Just then, Mr. Greyson walked in and put his papers down on the desk. He was wearing a light grey suit, a slim fitting white dress shirt, and shiny pointed brown dress shoes with matching belt. He takes his blazer off and puts it on the chair. You take a moment to admire his tight suit pants, before rediying the gun. He turns to address the room.
"Okay class, today we..."
You fire the gun. In moments you could see his shirt buttons tightening, before the top one popped off, followed by the next. A good pair of melon sized breasts had sprouted on his once hairy chest. But it didn't stop there, another few buttons popped off as another pair of breasts grew beneath the first pair on his upper abdomen, matching in size, followed by another beneath that. The six tits lay jiggling on top of each other, the shirt laying open exposing Mr. Grayson's torso. Next, his fancy italian pointed brown leather shoes burst open to reveal sizeable breast feet, his toes sticking out the front. Then, his chin began to swell, as the bump either side of the chin swelled, turning his chin into a peach sized pare of breasts.
Mr. Greyson stood there for a moment, milk seeping out of his 6 torso nipples.
"Woah Mr. G! Looking Hot" called out Brad, furiously jacking off, along with the rest of the class. "I wanna lick your chin tits."
"Settle down Brad, maybe if your good in class.
'Awesome' you thought thinking about what to do next after class.