Being teacher’s pet can sometimes backfire, such as when India’s favourite lecturer was giving a lecture on “Instinct”.
“Instinct is very powerful,” he was saying. “Reversing a single instinct can fundamentally change the course of a creature’s life. I’d give a demonstration, but I don’t usually get many volunteers…”
“I’ll volunteer!” said India, jumping to her feet, eager to please, eager to be a good student.
The lecturer laughed. “You don’t even know what it is you’re volunteering for.”
“It’s okay,” she said, heading for the front of the lecture hall.
“Well,” said the lecturer. “For example, you’re about to see what happens when a girl doesn’t have a well-developed instinct for caution…”
He sat her down, and then explained the demonstration would involve a hypnotic trance. India sat obediently and allowed herself to be hypnotised.
“Listen to my voice,” the lecturer told her. “Good girls have a natural instinct to cover their tits when they feel exposed or threatened. That’s what good girls do. You’re not a good girl. You’re a silly little bimbo slut, India. When you feel the instinct to cover your tits, you’re instead going to expose yourself even more, do you understand?”
“Yes,” said India obediently.
The class were laughing now. The lecturer continued. “You’re not even going to know why you’re doing it. You’re going to think it’s because you’re a stupid slut who can’t help herself. And if anyone tries to tell you it’s because of hypnosis or this lecture, you’re going to forget what they say immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” replied India.
The class were in hysterics. The lecturer said, “And now we’re going to see how a simple change in India’s instincts will change her life. This pretty little bimbo thought she was going to be a psychologist, but I suspect before the year is out she’s going to have dropped out and become a stripper or a prostitute. And that’s why you should always be careful what you volunteer for. You can wake up now, India.”
Slowly, India came back to full consciousness, and became aware of a roar of laughter directed towards her, and every pair of eyes locked on her tits. She flushed bright crimson, and tried to cross her arms tightly across her chest.
Instead, she felt herself pulling off her sweater to show the thin cotton shirt underneath. And as the laughter grew louder and the attention on her tits grew, she felt herself beginning to pull that off too…
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