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Bright rays of sunlight poured into my small room as I stared into the mirror, unblinking, trying to understand—was that really me? Or rather… her. My breasts... God, they weren’t just huge, they were massive. When I inhaled, the fabric stretched to its limit, buttons creaking ominously, and I had to hold my breath to avoid… something utterly ridiculous. My tits felt alive, heavy, and God, how they pulled on my shoulders, making me arch my back—just the way he, the professor, wanted.
— Uh… Professor Hunt? — my voice rang out, soft and clear… painfully feminine, with that exact note of naive submission that made my insides freeze. I coughed and tried to speak lower, rougher, but that only made it sound even more… seductive. I shuddered involuntarily.
— I told you to call me "Master", Lianna — the professor...