Fallout: Vault 69

Chapter 3 - Education

THIS IS A WARNING THERE WILL BE SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER.

By the time they returned to class both friends were back normal and their serious talk had been forgotten. Tomas had always been on the anxious side, so Camille had always tried to distract him and draw him out. Whereas he would dwell on something for hours at a time she was always fearless, forging on without looking back or pause.

Others were still trickling in when they arrived, but what they saw left both with raised eyebrows. Though Tomas had something else rise as well.

There, at her desk, Mrs. Green sat just as composed as she had been before shuffling through a pile of papers. What caught the pair's attention, however, was how the top half of her jumpsuit had been peeled down and tied around her waist. Consequently, her already straining bust could be seen spilling out from the cups of her plain bra into her white tank top, the impressive weight of which forced the neckline of the thin cloth even lower than its normal plunging state. Resulting in very intimate greeting to each and every student walking into the room. It might have been his imagination, but Tomas could have sworn she leaned forward a bit more when he walked past her desk, causing the already bottomless valley to swell and grow.

Camille shot Tomas a sidelong glance before rolling her eyes. He turned his surprised expression on her and watched the teenage girl walk on without him to her seat, quickly following after her.

It wasn't long after this that more and more of the class returned. Just like before the bombs fell, nobody was ever eager to return to class after lunch. Some things never changed. It was only once the entire class had made it back, and was seated, that Mrs. Green looked up, her blue eyes twinkling.

"I hope you don't mind if I try and cool off a bit," she smiled at the throng of students; though her eyes seemed to focus in his direction. "Having so many people in such a small room tends to make things a bit stuffy, wouldn't you agree?" Pausing she then continued, "I may be strict, but I am also fair, so if any of you desire please feel free to do the same. I know it's going to take some time before we're all used to these," she gestured to the elastic blue and yellow suit, "so until they either adjust the thermostat or provide uniforms that actually fit, I will not be enforcing the Vault wide dress code within my class." She made a point to pull on her neckline, straining it even further. "Now, everyone turn to page five of your geometry textbook and let's get started." Then, as though she wasn't displaying herself to a room of sixteen year olds, she continued with class as if everything was normal.

Trying to follow along with the rest of his classmates, Tomas' eyes were inescapably drawn to the mounds of flesh bouncing and bobbing before him. His teenage brain was almost overloaded from the naked skin peeking through the thin material. Making things even worse, or better depending on your point of view, she wasn't the kind of teacher that just sat behind her desk and lectured. Rather, she actively walked through the rows and columns of desks, reading from her book and personally seeing to any student needing help.

Tomas had to stop his dick from pressing against the bottom of his cold metal desk at this point, pressing his hand under the only cover shielding him from the embarrassment of the entire class seeing his massive boner. It was so bad he didn't even notice her approach, too busy focusing on how her erect nipples were tracing small circles through the front of her shirt.

"Tomas?" The sound of his name being called snapped him from his trance. Blinking, his eyes raised from her glorious breasts, only to find her standing right before him. "Is everything all right? You seem... uncomfortable."

"Just, uh... having trouble with example three," burying his heated face in the pages, he tried to back up his lie by staring intently at the confusing script. The room was so quiet he could almost hear the older woman's heartbeat.