Author's Notes:

VERY heavy adultery/cuckolding warning on this chapter and the one after. I can see it ticking some people off.

"I told you, you worry too much, sweetie!"

A familiar couple strolled in through the Art Class door, leaving the occupants of the small, mostly empty classroom to catch only the tail end of their conversation. At the forefront of the pair was the pink-haired beauty everyone on campus knew, and she strolled in through the door smiling that sweet, empathetic, innocent smile she was so well-known for.

But even not knowing the context, they couldn’t help but believe her... She just sounded so very, very sincere.

Today Fluttershy entered hand in hand with a lanky, narrow young man with black hair, the meek-looking boy by the name of Paul. He was her boyfriend of eight months in title, if not in deed.

Paul glanced about the small room not unlike a cute little squirrel. He was fidgety and jumpy, and occasionally scratched along the back of his neck in a placeless show of vague and idle unease. He seemed comforted by Fluttershy’s words and her warm hand around his, and smiled an earnest, if somewhat goofy, smile.

He sat down, and she found her way to the chair beside him.

Every Monday and Wednesday, this class of art by rough sketches took place under the eyes of a teacher with little to no interest in modern styles. It was nothing revolutionary, but the two young lovers attended with enthusiasm. They shared only this one class, so they certainly made the most of it.

Showing visible hesitation, Paul released Fluttershy's hand long enough to let her get her supplies from her bag. In her tight, almost trademark yellow sweater, every movement, however subtle, broadcasted a lovely bounce and jiggle of her massive bust to all willing to look - and to Paul's chagrin, that usually seemed to be just about everyone nearby. Despite an impressively sized bra, Fluttershy's oversized breasts swayed and shook with a mind of their own, rhythmic and hypnotic. Sure, her plain green skirt nicely hemmed in around her broad hips, but with such a top-heavy figure, most of the attention always ended up well above the waistline.

So distracting was her inadvertent display over such a minor motion that it took Paul a moment to even glance up and fully survey the situation:

"Hey! Where's the professor?"

Poor Paul... He had been dating the school's foremost walking porn scene, an angel with the curves of a devil, for so, so long and he hadn't dipped between those velvet thighs even one time! Not even once had he sampled perfection, energetically working his little hips while she cradled him to her chest... And he'd never been more aware of it until now. Not since those damnable calendars. He'd avoided them until now, managing to avert his eyes and close his ears whenever the subject of Fluttershy's absolutely jaw-dropping pussy, posterior and blush-reddened bouncing mammary glands had come up, but he was dating her for goodness sake! Every day was a reminder that she'd done all that preening and posing for Klein's camera, and then idly sat by and watched while they were distributed among the entire college population. While every other sexually-active male in a 10 kilometre radius had hung her dangerously lewd pictures up on their walls, beating their stiffened meats to her curves every night, he sat in his room with the real iteration of that fully-dressed love-doll body and kept his hands to himself and his cock from shooting!

As he surveyed the class, he wondered which of the boys here had touched themselves while contributing to the litres of semen that had been pumped out in tribute to Fluttershy's body. How many of them had contributed to bathtub after bathtub of obscene male worship, filling up swimming pools of male genetic material that Fluttershy would be invited to go and bathe in and soak in until her whole body was shiny and dripping semen~ He was almost relieved when he realized the Professor was absent, anything to take his mind off all the erections that were probably throbbing around him right now.

He led Fluttershy to her seat before one of those apes offered to give her a lap to sit on, before he voiced his query to the class.

Another student, one Paul knew from reputation all too well, had been sitting on his desk quietly until now, but Klein lifted his head at Paul's words. He'd managed to pick his voice out of all the jabbering going on in the classroom, and he hopped off his desk with one smooth motion. "Looks like she's absent today... But even if she were here, she'd just have told us to get on with our life-drawing practise, anyway."

There were some giggles from the nearby girls at that. Klein crossed the room and took a seat right on Fluttershy's desk, keeping his eyes focused on Paul. "It's really not so bad. We can just have our own class today."

Utterly oblivious to Paul's obvious discomfort with the notion, Fluttershy glanced up with a polite, even friendly smile, and gave Klein a warm nod. She was simply too innocent for words! Even after everything Klein had put her through, she just smiled and welcomed the conniving bastard to sit next to her.

"Trusting" would be a good word. "Gullible" might be better. She hadn’t written off everything that had happened between them, not at all, but Fluttershy had the heart of a saint, and her blind optimism didn’t fade easily. Even when faced with evidence like this.

Even Klein had to hand it to her: it was hard to get her down. Getting her off, on the other hand, was a whole lot easier, and much more fun.

Even as her boyfriend began to open his mouth to nix the idea, Fluttershy beamed with enthusiasm. "Of course! We can keep going. We know all about the lesson for today... and it'll be fun! Right, honey?" she asked, turning to Paul and clapping her hands together. Under the gaze of those honey-sweet eyes, he melted again.

"Ahh... Sure thing, sweetie. We'll stay if you want to," he hesitantly conceded, and with little fuss.

"Not like we have anywhere to be, anyway..." the young man trailed off, briefly catching another classmate staring at his bubbly girl's bouncy rack. Why was she always so... animated?

Klein clapped his hands together with a big smile, before leaning forwards slightly. His large, rough hand reached for one of Fluttershy's, sending her colossal rack jostling in the process. It wasn't like he had a choice in the matter, really: each of those quivering mams was parked heavily on top of her small wooden desk with enough weight to make it creak, her forearms smothered under the avalanche of Grade-A Dairy-Cow flesh. Only her fingertips were poking out at all, and he had to actually shift her rack to one side to daintily pluck her hand up.

"In that case, I have the perfect idea... Why don't we use Fluttershy as a live model, mm? We already sketch plenty of the Great Works of Art and History, so why not add one of the history’s greatest bodies to the list?”

He turned towards the bubbly pinkette, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “How about it, Fluttershy? Want to be our star?"

Paul's stomach lurched in his chest as Fluttershy's eyes widened, an elated smile slowly spreading across her face at the mention of the word "star." Didn't she understand that she'd be being put on show for the public a third time?

She was so excited, the girl with the dream-body actually began to rock back and forth on her chair, bouncing on the spot! Each wiggle sent ripples passing from where they joined her chest all the way out to those saucer-sized nips of hers.

Paul lowered his eyes and scanned the room, seeing what he feared most: every single pair of eyes in the room was rooted on these subtle waves of motion. An oppressive air was settling over the room, with every single student's thoughts painted plain as day on their faces: "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," was the intent he read behind their eyes, with every single horny boy and every single pervy gal in this room wanting to see the cow-tittied bitch put on the block. They wanted to gawk at her body, boyfriend or not.

He raised a finger, opening his mouth slightly. "Wait a..." And like the difference between night and day, the atmosphere in the room took a sudden glance. Mouths snapped shut, turning from abject drooling into sneers of disapproval. Eyebrows furrowed and lips thinned. Their eyes dragged from the chest to the pest. "Cuck. Cuck. Cuck. Cuck." He could suddenly feel their disdain for him as if it were a bucket of cold water being upturned over his head. Paul cringed inwardly.

Still, he had to say something!

Paul stood up slowly and came and stood before Klein. "Fluttershy won't participate. She won't! I... I know what you two got up to during that photoshoot, I know you're trying to get more of that!"

Klein rolled his shoulders. "Mmm? What do you mean? What did we do, li'l Pauly?"

Paul flushed bright-red. "She... Your penis was... In that last photo you sent me, your penis was right in front of her face!"

The crowd leered, leaning closer.

"And you two were laying in the grass together as well, so... So you slept with her! Let's get out of here, Fluttershy." He turned to help her out of the chair and out of the room again, but Klein was already moving.

Klein was still holding Fluttershy's hand and helped her out of her chair, smiling as he drew her into his chest. As both orbs of her bosom began to smother his entire front in creamy pale flesh, he stifled a little laugh. He shifted his hand to hold her by the small of her back.

"You've got it all wrong, Paul... I just... fell. Fluttershy was helping me get up again. My pants got snagged on a tree branch, so they got kinda tugged down for a bit.”

Klein shrugged theatrically, acting like this was all just one big misunderstanding. “I'll admit your girlfriend did happen to get a glimpse of a certain considerably-sized male part, but that was the extent of it. I pulled my pants up again right after!"

He turned to Fluttershy, giving her a little shake that made her breasts bob and slap together! "Isn't that right?" Both boys turned to look at her.

Fluttershy doesn't miss a beat. "Of course that's the truth. Klein may be clumsy, and I know things may have looked bad, but we absolutely didn't sleep together!" Her response was as positive as she was, and twice as innocent. Maybe some part of her really believed that - that what happened in the woods that day was mostly just a misunderstanding. Sure, they got up to some things they shouldn't have, but no one could really help that. Perhaps she didn't suspect Klein of ulterior motives, and naively but earnestly believed that Klein, like herself, was simply a victim to circumstance, no more aware or in control of the events than she was.

Then again, perhaps she was just considerate enough of a liar to save her boyfriend's ego.

But whether she believed it or not, she'd certainly said it. And as she turned away from Klein, resting her palms reassuringly on her boyfriend's scrawny chest, Fluttershy offered him a sweet, encouraging smile. "Come on, sweetie, oh, don't be upset! You love art, remember? And you love live drawing. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm sure things will be fine, and now that we've already worked together, Klein and I will be that much better at understanding each other. There won't be any mishaps or anything. You'll see."

Her tone was so comforting, yet something about the words twisted the poor boy's stomach. "And anyway," she continues with a little laugh, "The human body is nothing to be ashamed of. That's what art's all about, right?"

She innocently gestured to herself, bouncing on her heels and waved her hands from top to bottom across her own visage as her breasts jiggled and slowly came to a stop. "You don't think I should be ashamed of all this, or anything like that, right?" she offered, so ridiculous an idea he couldn’t help but laugh too.

"No, no of course not, baby," Paul returned quickly. "You know I think you're beautiful. Everyone does!" he blurted out, his expression changing suddenly as he realized what he'd said.
But the implication was lost on his lovely, pink haired titsy-goddess of a girlfriend, who bounced once more, clapping with girlish enthusiasm. "Oh, how fun! I've never been a live model!" she beamed.

Klein squeezed Fluttershy's shoulders from behind with a little laugh, locking the poor wimp in his sights as he did so. Floots couldn't quite see his expression from where she was, but the look of scheming on his face sent a shiver down Paul's spine.

"Why don't we get started, then? Do you two want to undress here, or go somewhere private to strip off?"

Fluttershy gasped. Paul took a step forwards and he spoke immediately, with all his determination: "Undressed! We're not getting undressed!"

Klein just shrugged. "It's like Fluttershy said, the human body is just another one of the many beautiful objects on the canvas... It's not nice of you to tell her she has to be ashamed of it, Pauly~"

Paul sagged visibly, knowing he probably couldn't become any more hated by the hormonal crowd at this point, but not wanting to risk finding out. "Alright... But there's thirty students in this class! If we change our minds about it, you'll have to get someone else in."

Klein patted both of them on the back, slapping them both with enough strength to make the wimp's cock shrivel up a little bit more and the bimbo's breasts almost pop out of her sweater! He couldn't help but watch those teats slap together with an audible "clap!" and immediately think, "Settle down, girls. You'll be back with Papa soon, just be patient."

Soon, Paul and his lovely, lovely girlfriend were in the teacher's small office adjacent to the main classroom. He tugged his shirt over his head, dropped pants, and then raised his eyes to check on Fluttershy. "Do you need a hand with your bra or anything, dear?"

Immediately, Fluttershy glanced over her shoulder to her boyfriend with an admonishing look. "Don't be a pervert, Paul." she chided in her sweet tone, stern yet considerate.

Paul looked outright surprised by that one.

Soon, they were both undressed. With less trepidation to hold her back, Fluttershy stood buck-naked by the door, her massive, heavy, pale tits swaying pendulously as she turned even slightly to glance out the frosted window that opened to the class. With her pert, bare ass exposed to her boyfriend - and for the first time, at that - it was only his nervous fear that kept him from popping a very inappropriate erection. He was only human, and seeing this busty vision of beauty stripped down was enough to drive any man wild.

Paul himself fumbled with his final article of clothing, a pair of small white briefs, and only after steeling himself could he finally remove them in one swift motion. His legs wobbled in an almost cartoonish show of unease.

Fluttershy glanced to him with an encouraging, warm smile, holding a hand up to avoid glancing at his more private areas. "See? All set! Let's go!" she bubbled, opening the door. She seemed to be fully convinced of both her and Klein’s assurances of normalcy, and left Paul to stumble in behind.

Somehow, her not looking at him stung a little. The whole class would be looking, and yet she averted her eyes? Was there something wrong with HIS body? He wasn't hung like a horse, by any means, and admittedly was well on the small size, but somehow he'd never been too self-conscious about all that. It never seemed to matter much. Of course, walking to the center of a bunch of classmates with his flaccid dick hanging out was certainly a humbling experience for the poor young man either way.

He winced as she stepped out of the dimly-lit room back into the light, knowing that his first private glimpse of his girlfriend's body was now being shared with every last one of those perverts outside. Paul had no choice but to follow.

A few of the other students had to stifle laughter and hide smiles behind hands when the slender little male re-entered the classroom. The space between his legs was laden with a banana that looked far too small and unripe for the fruit bowl they'd be sketching today! It was the kind of shrivelled half-dick that men like Klein had a duty to keep out of warm, comfy pussies, and he intended to do exactly that.

Fluttershy was standing at the front of the class, rocking on the balls of her feet. Bouncing. Smiling. The things she'd always done so innocently in his presence now cast in a vastly more erotic light for the audience!

Fluttershy's large, erotic breasts were the full focus of everyone's attention, impossible to miss! Those plump, dizzyingly-large orbs the open and very greedy invitation of a body desperately craving to be enslaved. How had they ended up on such a pure angel, old enough to be in college and still not even browsing internet porn?

Any onlooker's gaze would begin its journey rackwards by starting at those big, expressive eyes of hers and her perky nose. Her soft, radiant smile. Her narrow neck and slender shoulders. Up until there it was the cute body of any pretty, lovely girl you'd be happy to call your lover, but below there, the breast-explosion began in earnest!

Below was where Fluttershy’s wishes for a slender, innocent good girl body ended, and the walking porn scene began! Anything decent or ladylike from the neck down was cast in shadow by all the lewd, spellbinding meat contributing to those titanic orbs. Braless and nude, the bimbette's obscene udders hung without sagging, forming lewdly attractive bell shapes. Her breasts were large enough to meet in the middle even when topless, and the contact turned her nipples slightly outwards.

Shadows were being cast on the blushing girl’s belly where those cock-teasing tit-pillows erotically weighed on her. As if they weren't mesmerizing enough already, the slightest wobble of her frame sent the quivering nipples capping each teat bouncing, bobbling and wobbling enough to point at the floor, the ceiling, or both at the same time.

It was the best rack in the entire university, with endless heft and softness, a chest that made everyone else look flat, and made her look like a cute accessory to those trembling orbs that clapped together with the slightest movement. It was within his grasp every day, yet at the same time so very far away. But it had never felt farther than ever from Paul's grasp as when he came and stood beside naked Fluttershy and big-cock bully Klein.

With all eyes on her, the top-heavy young girl couldn't help but smile nervously. Her posture was idle, somewhat hesitant, yet unashamed. She rocked gently on her heels, each movement, no matter how slight, sent her massive mammaries swaying with their own peculiar momentum, those perky, bright pink nipples drawing everyone's attention as they highlighted the swing and bounce of her enormous breasts. Her hips were broad, far more than they seemed beneath the skirt that had hid them for so long, and her ass was round, perky, as if begging for a quick swat. And nestled between her legs, the softest, most delicate pink of all. Her hands draped gently between her thighs, and she stood there before the horny boys of the class in a pose not quite hiding, not quite showing off. Just waiting. No doubt she wanted them to get over their initial reaction, to suppress that first impression, so that they could move on with the poses. They knew each other already, but in many ways it was a greeting all the same - from her naked body to their lusty eyes.

But as lovely as her whole figure was, not even those round cheeks, luscious wet lips, and broad hips could keep attention off her rack for long, and soon every eye in the room was back to those lewd, weighty tits. She either didn't notice or didn't mind, and smiled politely to Klein, ready, it seemed, for the class to go on.

Paul was not quite so calm with his predicament. What enjoyment he might have had, as the others did, from staring at Fluttershy's beautiful naked figure was hampered by the very fact the others were enjoying it. With every set of eyes on her he grew more and more jealous and uncomfortable, squirming and wringing his hands, unable to stand still. All he managed to do was stand with his butt out a little, hunched over slightly as if to hide his flaccid cock. He was a grower, he had told himself, and so very unimpressive in this light. Though to be fair, even at full mast he was certainly no stallion.

Klein felt so horny! His member was standing up in his pants, and he didn't mind one bit who saw... Every other male in the class must have a pussy-busting stiffy rampaging around inside their pants right now, or at least every male who wasn't Paul! He was sure they'd feel his pain, openly weeping sympathy from their cock-heads at how he couldn't get up and inside that perfect gal's coochy again. He thought maybe he'd taken the edge off of his thirst for Fluttershy and he could go without wanting to pin her hips and pound-pound-pound, but somehow his carnal lust for her innocence was stronger than ever!

Klein caressed his hot bulge, anticipating the moment when she'd cheat again, when they'd rub ankles together and she'd spread her legs apart for a perverted penetration.

He realized Fluttershy was trying to get his attention, and looked up. The titsy saint of a girl had picked up a sketchbook and was holding it with both hands in front of her face. She seemed more preoccupied with covering up her blush than her bosom. Her plump pink pussy went completely uncovered altogether! Best of all, the small sketchbook made a mockery of her attempts to hold it vertical, her super-slutty rack pushing the bottom edge out to an obscene degree.

"Umm... What's the first pose?" she asked.

Klein's eyes watered as he took in her beauty. What perfect livestock.

"Mm, yes." He moved to the back of the art room and picked up a bedsheet, some prop apples and an empty bottle of wine, and bid Fluttershy to climb onto the teacher's desk. It was an order that immediately bore fruit: a large, shapely apple bottom in this case! She faced her Callipygian buttocks towards the class and planted one foot and both hands on the desk, easing up on top it with an adorable little "Hup!" sound.

Fluttershy laid down amidst the props, gently guided into a model pose by Klein. She was laying on her side, upper body upraised, fingers on one hand splayed out on a hip so large it was level with her shoulder. That glorious pink hair flooded down her back and spilled all over the desk and off the side.

At first her cow-tits hung so low they were brushing the desk, but simple spoken directions and touches from Klein guided her to turn her body upwards slightly. Soon, one meaty orb was wobbling on top of her body like it might spill at any moment, and the other was hoisting and depressing with her breathing, pointing directly at the class. The tit on top made a particular show of itself, proudly emphasizing how firm and sensitive her juicy pink nipples were for everyone! The cool air of the classroom had it standing to full erection in just moments, and Fluttershy pouted at the fleshy nub every time it sent chills of pleasure down her spine. "Uuu... The blanket, please..." was all she could say.

Klein did indeed fetch the thin, filmy sheet, but without an ounce of good intention for her! He laid it across Fluttershy's midsection, covering her waist and absolutely nothing else. How cruel!

He directed Paul to stand over Fluttershy, one hand resting on the corner of the desk and locking eyes with her. As Paul tried to do as he was bid, it dawned on him that the poor girl's attention seemed to be everywhere right now. She was looking around at the other students, at Klein and even on her own sultry body! Poor girl! She must be on the verge of tears right now.

Klein picked up a piece of chalk and walked to the board on the wall behind him. The substance clacked and clicked gently as he began to write. addressed the gathered students, "Our first work for the day will be based on the theme, "The husband arrives home to his faithful wife." Working around that subject, feel free to add in any exterior elements or make any adjustments to the tableau that you wish... Follow your inspirations!"

The students all began laughing to themselves, a series of chuckles echoing out from where they were seated. Paul finally tore his eyes off of Fluttershy's nubile curves and glanced around, trying to see what was so funny. When he finally looked up at the chalkboard, his eyes widened in concern. "Um! Klein! You've, ah, you've made a mistake with the writing."

Klein blinked. "Oh?"

"Yes... You've, um, you've written "unfaithful," not "faithful." You're going to give the class all sorts of ideas!"

Klein crossed to the other boy and firmly ran his hand through his hair, tilting Paul's head back slightly in the process. When he released him, it was with the slightest of gentle little shoves. "Well, inspiration is good for budding, aspiring little Rembrandts, isn't it? I'll fix it in a moment, promise."

Klein clapped his hands. "Let's begin the sketching process."

The poor girl jumped slightly at the loud clap, looking a bit nervous with her predicament. Not as much so as Paul, of course, but for as much as she told herself the human body was beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of, it was hard to hide the blush on her face, especially in a pose so assertive.

Over the next ten to twenty minutes, more and more of those seedy perverts began to finish their masterpieces. There was no doubt there was plenty of artistic talent in this class just waiting to be harnessed, and Klein had absolutely tapped into an undercurrent of energy not many of them knew they even possessed!

It felt a bit powerful, truth be told, and unfamiliar to the girl, but nonetheless she did well holding it. Her gorgeous figure shone on display, her heavy, pale breasts gorgeously posed to the entire class, but at the least she was thankful that this pose crossed her legs just slightly - enough perhaps to hide her delicate, (nearly-)virgin pussy.

Paul's pose, being much simpler, left him more time to focus on the class than on his own body. A welcome relief, sure, as he was easily more self conscious of his than Fluttershy, for all her shyness, was of hers. But as he tried to distract himself by scanning the room, he only felt his anxiety growing, as even the most normally-disinterested, halfhearted students in the class seemed busy at work on their designs, snickering suspiciously amongst themselves. He craned his neck, trying to peer around to see a canvas - any canvas - but Klein caught him moving and sharply warned him not to break his pose for the students, and so that was that, and he returned to his unhappily stiff posture. Locking eyes with his nude girlfriend in front of a class of horny, overeager young men didn't do anything to soothe his nerves, and his gaze was almost pleading. He wished so badly he could just walk out and go home, but with his clothes in the other room, he wouldn't dare start for that door. A classroom is bad, but the whole campus is out there! So meekly, he settled back in and tries to just wait out the embarrassment. After all, it would be over soon enough, right?

The first few finished pieces were competent, even beautiful, replicas of the pose in full lavish detail. Here and there artists had chosen to plump Fluttershy's already colossal rack up a little bit more, or give Paul a little less cock to play with, but they were otherwise faithful.

Most interesting, however, was that while some of them had reproduced elaborate coal and pencil sketches of Fluttershy, some of them had forgotten to draw Paul altogether! Even among the girls in the class, their model's boyfriend was either not drawn at all, or a splodgy, scratchy series of lazy lines in the corner that looked poor and amateurish alongside the pinkette's beauty.

"Didn't you know you were meant to draw Paul as well?" he scolded one girl with incredibly beautiful, long white hair and a star-spangled hoodie.

She tapped her chin with a finger and eventually shrugged. "Please! An artist as talented as I has little concern for such... trivial details!"

Paul may have squirmed his way through the portraits as they were handed in, but Fluttershy certainly took them in stride. One by one she looked them over, both flattered and humbled, and sometimes rather embarrassed. The first batch were beautiful, and she admired them with many kind words. Klein held them before her and she, still locked quite firmly in her suggestive pose atop the table, on full display to the classroom as though she were a marble statue of antiquity, would scan their details and praise the artists with the same kindness she once lavished almost exclusively on Paul. So encouraging were her compliments the artists were only further assured to follow the creative liberties they were already pursuing.

Lastly came the "inspired" students, who were certainly taking extreme liberties with the domestic situation as presented. The first teasing sketch started out modest, simply reinventing the teacher's desk as a large, plush bed, littered with broken-open condom wrappers. A trickle of fluid could be easily imagined to be dripping down between her thighs.

As Fluttershy looked through this set, she took them just as politely as those prior. She commented playfully on how they’d redrawn the table as a bed, and how they’d covered her body with “cute flowers.” Some of the students thought about correcting her, but those cutesy noises of pleased adoration she made changed their minds.

Fluttershy's face underwent more transformations as more of the class began to turn in their portraits. Here, her generous and open-hearted expression had been subtly re-imaged so she was scornfully assessing the size of Paul's micro-penis. There, she had her eyes rolled back and an expression of pure lust on her face as her hands were jammed between her legs... And last of all, a very detailed shot of her being taken from behind before Paul's eyes! Handed in by a spectacularly-talented female student, she had manipulated Fluttershy's already-sexual pose by placing a large male hand on her tummy, and having it pull her back into a lover lying comfortably behind her. Fluttershy’s upper-leg was cocked slightly, and that same lover’s stiff penis was buried deep inside her pussy.

The artist had obviously lost interest altogether when the time came to sketch Paul: he was just a circle with a frowning face in it in the corner! Contrasted with the adulterous cock entering her, rendered in lavish detail capturing all the weight and heft of a penis, it seemed like she had probably spent more time on the veins and the plump balls alone.

As outright pornographic as that final picture was, even finding a way to expose explicit penetration by lifting the poor model's leg, Fluttershy still seemed impressed! Sure, she turned redder than ever, and even put a hand to her mouth, but it was the kind of pleased, harmless embarrassment one might have when a child speaks adorably out of turn. She praised the picture for its detail, for the expression of pleasure on her face, and largely glossed over the drippy, sticky cock drawn plunging inside her delicate little pussy.

Klein whistled under his breath, very impressed with this new work! Just a few moments later, it was pinned up at the front of the class, along with a few of his other favourites. Paul blushed hotly and turned to protest to Fluttershy, but the beauty was far too busy sifting through some of the other sketches. "Oh! I've never had so many drawings done of me before! This is so exciting, Paul!"

Slowly, he closed his eyes and lowered his hand. "Y-Yeah. I'm glad you're enjoying it..."

The others in the class were finding their own obstacles, as well. With the final picture now posted prominently on the wall, many of the girls in the class were beginning to shrink under its perversity. The faint smell of male musk rose in the air, palpable as the beads of sweat some of the boys now exhibited dribbling down their foreheads. Each boy's eyes were hungry on Fluttershy's figure, and as much as they focused on her, she was in many ways a symbol, a celebration of femininity as a whole. The other girls in the class were thankful those same eyes hadn’t wandered to them, but at the same time they were noticing many of their male classmates sporting erections so obvious even a passing glance revealed them. They began to grow apprehensive themselves, worrying over the atmosphere looming almost tangibly overhead.

The theme for the next pose was "weight", according to Klein. With all the sketches handed in, they started afresh as per his instruction. Fluttershy sat up on the table, knees thankfully together, providing some modicum of modesty, facing the class as audience. She leant forward, her pose hunched almost exaggeratedly, as if by the weight of her own enormous breasts. She placed a hand, palm up, beneath each one, supporting them unevenly, letting their own weight mash and smush them. Her nipples peeked out between her parted fingers, and beyond that, her rosy pink areolae were clearly visible, fading gently into lovely pale titflesh, so heavy against those delicate digits. It was a statement on inertia, inner trials, the weight of the world - but it sure did look like she was just playing with her tits, showing them off to the boys in the audience.

Paul meanwhile had to show the opposite - something about how small and insignificant we feel sometimes. It was hard to pay attention in his new pose, which left him standing up in front and to the side of Fluttershy, thus unable to see her, with his feet planted far apart, legs wide open, with one hand making a sort of "pinch" gesture in the air, as if indicating something very small. From his perspective, he was looking despondently at the miniscule weight of something he cared for. But to everyone else, that perspective lined him up perfectly with hand in front of flaccid penis, as if emphasizing and regretting his undersized cock.

The students seemed to be having a little more difficulty sketching this time... The males in particular were learning about the battle of the artistic mind and the primitive mind, as they all wanted to just set their pencils down and grab their meaty cocks and jack off to those perfect tits with both hands! Some of them were frozen with indecision, trembling as they struggled with the urge to just pump and pump and pump until they'd wrung out every last drop of smelly sperm! They'd absolutely all be turning in lower quality works this time.

On the other hand, some of the others were giggling behind their hands. While the mocking laughter went completely unnoticed by Fluttershy, Paul seemed uniquely attuned to pick up each and every last jeer and snigger as they pointed, laughed and snapped pictures on their mobile phones. What an incredible contrast to Fluttershy's massive rack he made! Realizing the class could use some help on focusing on the subject matter, Klein decided a little rallying cry might be in order.

He strolled back and forth along the front of the class, at first stopping behind Fluttershy to squeeze her narrow shoulders. "As you know, class, we all have moments in our lives where we're weighed down by heavy, heavy concerns. We feel the most obscene burdens on our chests as the smothering concerns of day to day life happen to weigh us down... We can feel everyone staring as we become so much more heavily endowed than we were in our youth, but we must always struggle on. That's what I'd like you to capture when you're sketching Fluttershy! The knowledge that one must bear great burdens, yet proudly puff their chests out all the same. The, ah, struggle of bearing such colossal, heavy, fat... burdens every day of our lives~"

Next, he moved to stand behind little Paul, giving him the same sort of shoulder squeeze he'd dished out to her girlfriend. "And when sketching tiny, insignificant, miniscule, forgettable little Paul..."

"H-Hey," whimpered Paul, and Klein gave him another effortless smile. "It's just to inspire them a little more! Please forgive me, Paul, mmhm."

"As I was saying, when sketching Paul, think about moments in your life where you weren't up to the job of the tasks lying ahead of you. Times when you weren't equipped to handle life's struggles, and someone else could have stepped in and easily succeeded where you failed, snapped up the opportunities you'd passed by and made them their own. Think about being so small and weak, unsuited for undertaking something so large and perfect and round.”

He glanced sideways to the other male, grinning nonchalantly. “Have you ever felt like that, Pauly?"

"Well, um, sometimes I might have!" blushed the nude male, squirming under Klein's touch and the class's gazes.

"Yes, we all have," chuckled the larger male darkly, finally unclasping his hands and walking back to stand between the pair. "I'm sure the class will do a lovely job of capturing that feeling through your excellent modelling!"

Paul actually smiled a little, unused to so many compliments at once. "Ah! I hope so..."

Even with his attention raptly focused on the two models, Klein's keen eye didn't miss the reactions of the girls in the class, many now squirming in their seats. With each passing minute they seemed more and more uncomfortable, some to the point they could only hesitantly continue their sketches. One of the boys near the back even rubbed his palm across his crotch - only once, but firmly, stimulating the aching bulge tenting in his pants. One of the girls near him noticed it and stiffened up at the inappropriate gesture. She glanced to the door, considering a hasty retreat before things get any further out of hand. Some girls were so skittish.

Still, the male portion of the class was certainly riveted. Though she didn't notice the first few snaps, Fluttershy finally spotted a phone being pointed at her, taking a picture. Locked obediently in her model pose, she didn't cover herself up, as is her first impression, though she found herself grateful for her closed legs, at the least.

"Hey!" she gasped, blushing brightly, and glancing to Klein for his response, no doubt expecting the de facto class leader to step up and do something about it. After all, as gorgeous as that picture would no doubt be, photos were strictly prohibited from live drawing, and a real model would have walked out! Yet at the same time, every guy in class was probably wishing he had a copy of that pic. Paul, on the other hand, is so busy scanning subtle expressions and minute reactions he doesn't even register the photos being taken, missing the forest for the trees, in a sense. His pose is still vulnerable and his gesture is still laughably suggestive, but at least he seems more confident in it now! It doesn't change the fact it looks like he's insulting his own penis, of course.

Once again, a procession of naughty pictures began to be passed to the front of the classroom for the model pair and Klein's eyes. Paul glanced over furtively, eyes darting from one picture to the next. As much as he hated the spectacle he and Flutters were being made into, Klein's little speech about what he was representing had gotten the male all fired up! He wanted to see how the budding artists had portrayed his struggle in the face of insurmountable odds, so he was soon sifting through the pile... Only to come up short! How was this possible?

Every single artist in the room, boys and girls alike, had overlooked his evocative stance to focus purely on putting those fantastically squishy breasts to canvas! Mammaries halfway through a gigantic heave, titties bouncing on palms, pawed-at melons distorting and molding under firm finger-presses, jubblies hanging heavy on a solar plexus, hiding inch after inch of tummy behind their great and glorious weight and boobies swathed in streams of pink hair, nipples peeking out from between the thick, feminine curtains they made. They hadn't even bothered drawing Fluttershy's face!

He looked at the last few sketches, then realized he couldn't take another moment of this! Fluttershy was an upstanding member of the Pink Circle and she would surely be repulsed at being drawn like... like... Like she was just a walking pair of gigantic bouncing tits!

"Fluttershy," he huffed in a barely-audible tone, "How do you feel about this new set of sketches?"

Imagine Paul's surprise, how taken aback he surely was, when Fluttershy turned to him with a stern, even indignant look on his face. "Paul, darling, I know how you must be feeling right now," she gently scolded, firmly, at a volume quiet enough to leave the class out of their little spat.

"I know it can hurt to be left out a little bit every now and then, but there’s absolutely no need to be jealous! It doesn’t suit you," she nodded, smiling primly. The poor naked boy before her hardly knew how to react. He stammered, fumbled for a response, but finally came up empty. And it's just as well, because Fluttershy was already turning her attention away from him and back to the work of the class.

"Ooh, look at this one!" she cooed, clutching a portrait of her massive, pink-blushed tits and turning it to Klein, rather than her boyfriend. "See how cute they drew my hair?" she chirped, gesturing to the long flowing locks framing in those melons so beautifully. Whether she was this good at missing the point or just found a way to focus on the positive wasn't quite clear, but her enthusiasm was certainly hard to fault!

There was another minor disturbance when one of the boys coming up to turn his drawing in bumped into one of the girls in front of him, a cute little brunette with short hair. She stood with her canvas grasped and he "accidentally" bumped her butt with his rapidly-tenting jeans, and though she turned and glared, he responded only with a coy smile, making no attempt at apology. The atmosphere of the room was certainly turning.

"So!" the perky, jiggly, topheavy beauty beamed, turning to Klein quickly enough to swing those fat white tits of hers with momentum, "What's our next pose? I'm having fun!" Poor Paul could only meekly nod assent.

Klein paused to think, scratching his fingers through his darkened, slightly-unkempt stubble. That was a good question indeed coming from the bubble-headed living example of breast-excess. What was the next pose indeed?

With the entire class held in rapt attention, the monster-cocked bully knew he could suggest just about anything he wanted and it would probably fly! He just needed to make sure he had even the flimsiest excuse to back it up and his dreams would come true.

After all, there was only person here who might try to raise a complaint right now and Klein had nipped that in the bud most effectively! Paul was up at the front of the class with Fluttershy, too humiliated to do much more than squeak and cover his tiny, flaccid member, and boy was that doing wonders for keeping him quiet! Any attempt to sideline Klein's perversion would play out more like a joust between men than a reasoned debate, and the sheer number of dick-inches Klein had over his lifeless, floppy member meant it would be a landslide victory for the bull. Each inch was like another onlooker taking Klein's side, shouting down the limpy boy-toy.

"Well... How about we try something a bit more complex?" he asked. He walked right up to where Paul and Fluttershy were standing side-by-side and rather unceremoniously elbowed his way between them! Paul was sent stumbling back onto a desk, with just his soft behind to cushion him. He chewed his lip and looked up, as the larger male's broad back blowed his view of his girlfriend. All he could see was her widened eyes wandering over his handsome form, and her mouth hanging slightly open.

"We've been sketching small compositions so far, maybe the artists would like something a bit "larger." A more potent arrangement should let their fertile imaginations run wild."

He brushed his hand past the heavy milkers before him, bringing it down to touch Fluttershy's wrist. He gently guided her to the row of buttons running down his shirt and gave her a warm, charming smile. "Mind helping me get undressed, Fluttershy?"

Somehow, even with two nude people up on the stage with him, the fully-clothed male had become the centre of eroticism. He put her hand on the first button, inviting her to start undressing him... and let the wolf out amongst the sheep.

The busty pink-haired co-ed just tittered in response. She began to approach Klein, all smiles.