After about 10 more minutes of sketching, and Bethany's instantaneous attention, you have all of your fellow students put down their graphites and paints. Everyone turns their creations toward the center of the room to compare one anothers efforts. Each is very well done and several are quite exceptional. A few of the now art obssessed students demand that they get another chance to sketch and paint, since they weren't to happy with the angle of the pose Ms. Browning had taken. You were surprised to see how enthusied they were, and take their pose suggestions as they are flooded to you.
During your discussion, Ms. Browning was left in the same position like a mannequin in a store. She tried to move, but found her body was still not responding to her wishes. She could hear her students speaking of what to do with her next. The more they spoke, the more she tried to will her body to move, cover, or just plain hide her nakedness. She could hear everyone move back to their art stands then she felt her body start to move. To her horror she wasn't controlling her motions. Instead she was just a mere passenger in her mind on this continued nightmare.
Ms. Browning, still with her fruit attachements in place, mechanically climbed up on top of a modeling table. She laid back on it then llifted her legs up so her knees wher up and her feet were flat with the table. She parted them so that her ever moistening nether was in clear view. Her body shifted it's weight so she could lean forward. In the same motion she felt her arms move behind her to hold herself up. Her body froze in place with her hands, rear, and feet securely fastened to the table.
You waste no time setting up your canvas directly in front of her. She looks at you in a mix of pleading and humilation. You take your thumb and position it as if you are sizing her up, but Ms. Browning notices that you have it aimed down and not up. She watches you slowly start to turn it right side up. As you do she feels a synchronis phantom stimilus comming from her crotch. She looks down between her legs to see the bananna turning in conjuction with your thumb. Her gasp and quick moans are stiffled by the platic apple inbetween her teeth. Once your thumb is pointing straight up, so is the end of the bananna. You shoot a sly lil grin at her then position both of your hands up in the air. You put your thumbs and trigger fingers together, then pull them apart. For the bannana, this causes it to peel apart in four sections. They bend back halfway down it stopping at the point where they meet her entry.
Ms. Browning feels an explosion of pleasure, but since she can't move any part of her body, all she can do is scream out in joy. This caused the bananna inbetween her teeth to fall free. She can feel her breast come to life as they spread a lil and then close in on the falling fruit. To her surprise it feels as if there are a pair of hands holding her breast together, and doing this causing them to hold the bananna snuggly inbetween them. She looks up at you to see you are holding both of your hands up in a cupping fashion. You move one of your hands back down but her breast can still feel the sensation of two hands on her. Your other hand goes up to your mouth as you blow a kiss in her direction. Like an unseen bolt of lightning hit her, she lets out a forceful grunt and moan. She finds her mouth is frozen in the "O" shape she had when she was moaning. She was having a sensory overload as she was trying to figure out how you're doing this. It was both impossible to for you to be able to manipulate her without touching her, and wasn't that suppose to be plastic fruit, and for the matter wasn't it an apple not a bananna at that, she thought to herself.
You pause to admire your handiwork. "Okay everyone, is this pose acceptable?" you say as you look out into the room full of nodding heads. Alright, before we begin this 20 minute excercise, do you have any advise Ms. Browning? She feels her face move freely again. This was her chance. She thought to herself that she had to convey to her students that she couldn't control her own body, that you were doing this to her somehow, or that they had to help her. However, she instead said, "Be sure to use cool colors for the shawdowy regions and try some warm colors instead of white for the portions of my skin hightlights to offset the white that will be needed for the fleshy inside portion of the bananna." Immediatly upon saying that her face went back to the position it was in with her lips parted in a sultry "O" shape.
You grin again and tell everyone to begin as you start the timer. |