Jennifer Collins sat in the school gymnasium, wishing she were anywhere else. Instead, she’d been given the thankless job of supervising the annual talent show for the graduating seniors. With only weeks left before freedom, they were more wild and chaotic than ever.

She looked down at her watch. Not even at the halfway mark.

The gymnasium was warm and muggy and Jennifer was beginning to sweat. Her big, bulky sweater wasn’t helping, but needed to hide her body from her overly interested students. Plus those PTA Karens who’d spent the entire year gossiping about the new, busty English teacher and what a bad influence she was on their poor, innocent kids.

Jennifer had always wanted to be a teacher. She wasn’t going to let a bunch of gossiping moms turn her body into a reason she didn’t belong.

Another awful performance came to an end and the audience applauded. Then the host announced who was next.

Chad Porter.

Every teacher had a horror story about Chad Porter. He loved bullying his teachers and in his final year he’d been given the perfect target: the new, busty senior year English teacher.

Jennifer was used to the whispering and staring. They never stopped, no matter how she dressed. But Chad took things to another level. His so-called jokes were just sexual harassment. She hated little creep.

Talking with the principal hadn’t helped. His status as star quarterback allowed him to get away with almost anything. And when he found out she’d tried talking with his parents, he became even worse.

She wondered what Chad’s “talent” would be. Truthfully, the boy was dumber than bricks. His only real talent was his ability to throw a football.

Everyone applauded as Chad walked onto the stage. He adjusted the mic, and flashed his trademark cocky grin.

“Sup. So… I’ve been learning this stupid new trick. It’s called like, hypnosis. Kinda dumb but whatever.”

More applause.

Jennifer rolled her eyes. Hypnosis?

She’d seen a performance once at the county fair. It was ridiculous, just a bunch of desperate, attention seeking people using “hypnosis” as an excuse to act dumb in front of a crowd.
 “So which one of you dumbasses wants to go first?”

Dozens of hands shot up. Chad picked a few and they went up to the stage. As if to prove her point, the volunteers were a class clown, a cheerleader, and a drama student. All people who loved attention.

She watched as Chad took them through some long, boring, drawn out routine, repeating the same phrases over and over again.

Breathe deeper. Relax. Focus on my voice.

One by one, they all slumped down in their chairs with their eyes closed like it was actually working.

Jennifer sighed. How much longer was this going to be?

Chad moved over to the first volunteer, the class clown. He leaned over and whispered something about being in his underwear. Then Chad snapped and the boy jumped up and looked around anxiously while everyone laughed.

Next was the cheerleader. Whispered again. This time he told her she was a famous celebrity.

Snap. More laughter.

Same thing every time. Acting dumb, playing along, pretending it’s real.

After that, he put her back into a trance and told her the microphone was her favorite ice cream, and then…

Snap.

Jennifer cringed as she watched her seductively lick the microphone, swirling her tongue around it like she couldn’t get enough.

Does she really think she’s fooling anyone? How embarrassing. It’s the same thing every time. Acting dumb… pretending it’s real.

The audience erupted with applause.

They’ll cheer for anything. As long as someone’s up there acting like a fool. Playing along…looking stupid… giving them …what they want…

Jennifer was getting tired. It’d been a long day and she couldn’t wait for this to finally be over.

Chad moved to the final volunteer, the drama student.

“When I snap my fingers, you’ll be the biggest rockstar in the world.”

Snap.

The boy jumped up, pumping his fist, dancing and shouting like a total moron. The crowd loved it. Jennifer didn’t even roll her eyes this time. She just sat there, watching.

Same thing every time… Another idiot putting on a show. Playing along… looking stupid… giving them what they want… again and again… giving them what they want…

Her fingers dug into the armrest.

How much longer is this gonna go on…? They’ll just keep going until someone finally… gives them what they really want…

Staying awake was getting increasingly difficult. She leaned back in her chair.

Same thing every time… someone always gives them what they want… someone always gives in…

Her eyes were locked onto Chad.

Same thing every time…

Maybe she could just take quick nap until this was over. No one would notice if she just went to… sleep.

Somewhere in the distance, she heard Chad’s voice, echoing in her mind.

“How about… Ms. Collins?”

The loud roaring of the crowd woke her up. She looked around confused, trying to figure out what was happening. Everyone was laughing.

Someone must’ve noticed she fell asleep and pointed it out. How embarrassing…

Then she realized that her right hand was raised. And when she tried to put it down, it wouldn’t move.

Jennifer froze, staring at her raised arm like it didn’t belong to her.

What’s going on?

Nothing made sense. Her mind was jumbled and confused mess.

“There she is,” Chad said with a big smug grin. “Come on, Ms. Collins. Don’t be shy.”

The applause was so loud she couldn’t even hear her own thoughts. The noise rolled over her like a wave. She looked around the gymnasium. Everyone was staring.

I didn’t…no, I’m not… Why is everyone…

Jennifer finally lowered her hand, but by then her legs were moving, stepping down the aisle, walking towards the stage.

No…wait…

Each step felt heavier than the last, but she couldn’t stop herself. The crowd wanted her on the stage…

…And the crowd always got what they want.

Everyone was watching. Dozens of phones pointed at her. And when she finally stepped onto the stage, the crowd exploded with excitement.

Her arms twitched by her side, unsure of what to do. Unsure of anything, really. She looked over at Mr. Jones, the other teacher supervising the event, but he seemed amused. Jus watching, not even trying to stop this.

No one was helping. They were all just…watching.

The stage lights became even brighter, forcing her to squint. The noise died down and now it was completely silent.

“Welcome to the show, Ms. Collins.”

She tried responding but couldn’t speak.

What am I doing here… How did this happen… I didn’t…I wasn’t supposed to…

But here she was, up on the stage, exactly where the crowd wanted her.

Chad stepped closer. “Relax, Ms. Collins. You’re doing great.”

She felt his eyes on her chest. Actually physically felt it, a warm sensation. Then she felt everyone’s eyes on her chest.

“Must feel pretty weird, huh? Probably wondering why you’re even up here…wondering why it feels so easy to just listen and relax.”

Her mind was so heavy, filled with a thick fog, clouding her thoughts.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all make sense in just a moment.”

Snap.

Suddenly, the fog dissapeared and she could think clearly. She felt relieved.

Guess the little shit isn’t as talented as he thought.

“Is that it? It didn’t even work,” she said smugly.

Chad looked at her expectantly…like he was waiting for something.

Jennifer smiled. It felt really good to prove him wrong. Let everyone see she was too smart for his stupid mind games.

Chad shrugged. “Guess you’re right. You must not be hypnotized after all.”

“Told you. Now can I go sit down?”

Chad turned toward the crowd. “What do you think? Let her go? Or stay.”

The crowd cheered. People yelling “stay”. The noise washed over her, filling her head with that awful buzzing pressure.

Do they really think I’m just gonna… play along…and pretend it’s real…just another idiot giving them a show…acting dumb…

Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll stay. But only for another minute. Then I’m leaving.”

The crowd started chanting. “Jenny Jugs! Jenny Jugs! Jenny Jugs!”

Jennifer scowled. She’d knew the immature nickname that they liked to call her behind her back, but this was the first time she’d heard it directly. Let alone chanting it in the school gymnasium.

“This is ridiculous, I’m leaving.”

Chad looked confused. “What do you mean? That’s your name isn’t it? Jenny Big Jugs?”

Snap.

Jennifer stared out into the crowd, chanting that name, over and over again. Her thoughts felt strangely fuzzy.

The crowd sounded so sure of themselves. It sounded so familiar. Like she’d been hearing it for years.

And then suddenly it made perfect sense.

The chant kept going, filling the gym, filling her mind. She looked down at her arms, hugging her chest. At the big mounds under her sweater. It was so obvious, wasn’t it?

Jenny shook her head, trying to fight against the feeling that was growing inside her. She stared at her chest, taking in the ridiculously large curves of her body.

That’s what they’ve always called me…isn’t it? Cos of my big jugs.

Her anger was replaced with a numb acceptance.

“Jenny Big Jugs…” she said, testing out the phrase. The name swirled around in her mind.

Jenny Big Jugs… Something about it sounded right… Hearing it felt… nice…

The crowd continued chanting.

Chad smiled. “Tell them your name.”

Jenny was confused. They already knew her name, they were just chanting it.

But she felt the urge to tell them anyway.

“Jenny…Big Jugs…”

The crowd exploded, another round of cheering.

All those cheering voices. They sounded so happy, so excited. Cheering for her…

Cheering for Jenny Big Jugs…

“This is…this is… so dumb…”

But it felt… good. Her head felt… floaty. Like it was filled with hot air. She couldn’t focus on anything besides the roar of the crowd, washing over her. The heat surging through her body. The tingling in her chest. Her nipples werfe hard. She couldn’t hide it, and the shock sent a jolt straight to her pussy.

“Listen to that. They’re cheering just for you. Bet it feels good. Hearing your name… feeling them watching you.”

The dizzy warmth grew stronger, like it was feeding on the noise.

“They… love me?”

The words echoed in her head. They were warm and dangerously satisfying. Without realizing, she proudly thrust her chest forward.

“They love me…”

“You know what they’d really love? If they got a better look at Jenny’s Big Jugs.”

Jenny squinted, confused. Her skin was buzzing with heat.

“No… I can’t…not appropriate.”

But why? It was getting so hard to remember. She knew it was wrong… but couldn’t figure out why.

“Come on…it’s just a sweater. It’s not a big deal. You know that’s what everyone really came for.”

The words bounced around in her mind, sinking deeper. Her head was spinning.

…Why does that sound so…right? Like it’s what I’m supposed to do…

She tried to think of a reason to stop, but her thoughts were too slow.

It was what everyone really came for.

It’s just a sweater…

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

They want this… They want to see…Jenny’s Big Jugs…

Her hands started moving, slow and dreamy, mindlessly pulling the bulky sweater over her head.

The crowd was cheering louder than when they won the state championship. Except this time, they were cheering for her.

“Jenny Jugs! Jenny Jugs! Jenny Jugs!”

The noise vibrated in her chest as her sweater dropped to the floor, revealing her big, heavy jugs underneath, straining against her tight tank top. It was what they’d been trying to see all year. The crowd surged again, louder and even more excited.

Her body was tingling, heat growing between her thighs. Her head was spinning even more. Every chant washed over her, like warm waves, filling her up, and flooding her mind until she could barely think.

She didn’t even care if they were mocking her anymore. It felt too good to stop.

She wanted them to keep going. She needed them to keep going.

This felt so fucking good.

The warmth in her chest grew stronger. Her fingers slid toward the bottom of her big jugs. They felt so good to touch. The crowd on the edge of their seats.

There she was, dizzy and aroused, standing on stage in front of the whole senior class, cupping her big, heavy jugs.

Chad grinned. “Y’know… Everyone here’s always wondered just how big they really are. You have no idea how many debates we’ve had.”

Jenny found herself drawn to his every word, unable to focus on anything else.

“So why don’t you do us all a favor and settle things once and for all. How big are they?”

The silence that followed somehow felt even louder.

Something about this felt wrong. She was their teacher. It wouldn’t be right to tell them how big her giant jiggly jugs were. That would be crossing a line.

But then Chad’s deep voice wrapped around her mind. Everything he said seemed so reasonable and persuasive. “Go on. Tell them.”

And then the words spilled out.

“They’re…G…cups…”

“I KNEW IT!” someone shouted and the crowd went wild.

Something felt off. The noise of the cheering crowd twisted into something sharp and grating. Like a wall of static, pressing into her mind.

And the lights…they were so bright, and so hot. She felt a beads of sweat dripping down her cleavage.

What…what’s happening? What am I doing up here?

She looked up at Chad, grinning smugly. Why was she up here laughing with him like they were old friends? She hated him. He was a genuinely terrible person.

How did I get up here?

She tried to remember but her thoughts were a big blurry mess. The memories were there, but they wouldn’t come together. Just a series of sounds, voices, images, feelings, and thoughts.

Did…I…volunteer? That can’t be right. But then how did I get up here? I must’ve volunteered…

She remembered sitting in the audience, feeling…upset…about something…

Her thoughts were slipping away. She closed her eyes and focused, trying to mentally anchor herself.

She focused on the one thing she did remember.

My name is… Jenny Big Jugs… and I have… big jiggly jugs… My name is Jenny Big Jugs… and I have big jiggly jugs. My name is Jenny Big Jugs and I have big jiggly jugs!

She’d never forget that. But why was she showing off her big jiggly jugs to all her students. That wasn’t something she should do… right? It was so hard to concentrate. So hard to think. She felt…so dumb…

“You’re…you’re doing something to me…I don’t know what…but something.”

Chad grinned. “Am I?”

The confusion hit her harder. Everyone was acting like this was completely normal, like it was all just part of the show.

I remember… I didn’t want to come up here…

She remembered sitting in the audience, arms crossed, bored out of her mind by this stupid show.

I wasn’t gonna play along… I wasn’t gonna… So why am I here?

Then she looked down and saw the tight black tank top clinging to her chest. Barely containing the massive weight of her big, jiggly jugs. She tried covering them but it was too late.

How did this happen… I always hide them… Always…

“No!” she said defiantly. She turned toward the stairs. If she could just get off this stage, maybe everything would return to normal. “No more. I’m leaving.”

The crowd began booing and she froze. Their collective disappointment hit her in the chest and she stumbled backwards, falling on her butt. The weight of a hundred boos were rattling in her skull. She felt her throat tighten. She slowly stood up.

What’s happening? Why did it feel so wrong to leave? Why did she need their attention.

She couldn’t go… Not yet…

Not without giving the crowd what they wanted.

A voice yelled out, “take it off!”

The audience howled with laughter. Suddenly, the image flashed through her mind. Her fingers sliding down the straps of her top and slowly pulling it off, hearing the crowd cheer with excitement at the sight of her giant jugs for everyone to enjoy.

She pushed the thought away. It was humiliating and juvenile. But it was too late. The idea was already filling her mind.

The crowd began chanting. “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

More joined in. The crowd wanted her to take her top off. They really wanted it. And to her surprise, she was starting to want it too.

Her whole body was tingling with arousal. It felt so good! Her fingertips brushed against her cleavage. She gasped. Why were they so sensitive?

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

Every shout made her wetter. She felt it soaking her panties.

Why does this feel… so good!?

Chad raised his hand and the crowd calmed down. “Alright. Settle down.”

Somehow, they all listened. The chanting faded, the clapping slowed, and the gym gradually became silent. Jenny was amazed. Such a power over the crowd.

Chad waited, letting the tension hang in the air until it felt suffocating. Then he turned to her again, dropping his voice to that smug tone she hated.

“Don’t worry, Jenny. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Jenny’s head was spinning.

They’re all watching… Waiting to see if I’m going to give them what they really want…

Chad leaned in. “But deep down… this is what you’ve always wanted. Isn’t it?”

Jenny’s heart sank. No… Of course not. That was ridiculous. Then she felt it. Buried deep inside of her. A warmth.

No, no, no, no…

Chad’s words flipped a switch in her mind. And now they were becoming true. Deep down, she had always wanted this.

Jenny knew that wasn’t true. She didn’t used to feel this way…

But it felt like she had. Like this was what she’d always wanted deep down. Like she’d always fantasized about showing off her big tits. A gift to all her graduating students. What they’ve always wanted.

Throughout the year they tried all sorts of different plots to see what Ms. Big Jugs was hiding under her big bulky sweater. She couldn’t stop thinking about the crowd’s reaction when she finally gave them what they wanted.

The images started flooding in: her, topless on stage, bouncing her big, heavy tits for everyone to see.

Imagining everyone watching. Imagining the noise, the cheering, the feeling of power. Her hands started moving up her body. She didn’t even realize, slowly lifting her shirt, higher and higher.

Just a little more…

The crowd watched with anticipation. The air was electric. Her entire body was tingling.

Just a little more…

The room was spinning around her. Her fingers gave the final tug and then… her breasts spilled free, escaping out of her tight tank top. The cool air brushed against her skin, making her nipples even harder.

She looked down and gasped. Why was she doing this? But she wasn’t completely exposed. Not yet. Her big, heavy tits strained against her bra. The final barrier.

“Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

The chant continued.

Jenny’s hands were moving before she even realized. Her fingers reached behind her back and undid the clasp. The bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. Her big naked tits bounced free.

The gym exploded.

Screaming and cheering. Dozens of recording phones. All for her. All for Jenny Big Jugs.

Her entire body was tingling from head to toe. She could feel the crowd’s excitement. She could feel everyone staring… at her big bouncing tits. She could feel their hunger, their approval, their arousal.

If the crowd wanted to see a stupid bimbo with her tits out… that’s exactly what she’d be.

Her hands moved again before she realized, cupping her huge tits, lifting them, jiggling them. And it felt so fucking good. Pure pleasure. Stronger than anything she’d ever imagined. It swirled around her mind. Sending a dizzy jolt of arousal right between her thighs.

Ohmyfuckingod…

“You all really wanna see my big boobs, huh? I guess they are pretty big…”

The crowd started chanting. Jenny Jugs… Jenny Jugs… Jenny Jugs…

“They love me… they love my…big bouncy jugs…”

She was floating. “I’m just their…big bouncy slut…”

She knew it was wrong, but it felt too good to care.

“I’m just their slut… their dumb, bouncy… jiggly slut… just here to show off my big, fat tits…”

She moaned as the words flooded her mind.

“They love me… they love me… they need me… they need my big tits… my big jiggly tits… I need them to love me… I need them to cheer… I need…”

The crowd was going wild, chanting faster, screaming louder, feeding her, filling her, making her desperate for more. Her heart was pounding, body buzzing. She bent down and grabbed the waistband of her pants, tugging them all the way down. She bent over, sticking her ass out towards the audience.

The sound of their cheering frenzy hit her like a drug. Her whole body shuddered with arousal. She stayed still for a moment, feeding off the heat of their approval, her bare tits and ass on display.

They love me…they love my fat fucking tits…they need to see more…

She’d never felt so alive. Dizzy and drunk off the attention. Her pants lay crumpled on the stage behind her. And there she stood, wearing nothing but the tight little panties that clung to her swollen heat.

She bent her knees just a little, tilted her hips back and grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing it. She could feel the vibrations from the crowd rolling through her body, causing her hips to start shaking. Her tits and ass jiggled wildly and she giggled over and over again, like she was too far gone to even think about what she was doing anymore.

She loved it. Every bounce, shake, and jiggle pushed the crowd even further.

Dumber…Hotter…Hornier…

She stood there, bare and breathless, with nothing left to hide.

She looked over at Chad and her feet moved before she could stop them. She staggered towards him and pressed her half-naked body against his chest.

“Please…” she whimpered. “Please tell me what to do next…I can’t stop… I need…I need you to tell me…”

Jenny rubbed against him without thinking, grinding her body against him. She didn’t care anymore. She needed him to finish what he’d started. Deep in her dizzy, melting, aching little brain. She just needed more.

She pressed tightly against him. Her tits flattening against his chest. The noise of the crowd had become a distant buzz.

“Please…I need you…I need…”

She grabbed his wrists and guided his hands until he was cupping her heavy tits in front of everyone. But she didn’t care anymore. None of it mattered. She just needed to please him.

“Touch me…play with me…use me…please, sir…”

Chad’s grin widened. He didn’t say a word. His hands slid lower down her body, gripping her ass and squeezing.

Jenny shivered. “Oh fuck…”

He squeezed again, harder this time, molding her plump cheeks like it was clay, spreading them apart and back together.

“Look at this fat fuckin’ ass,” Chad called out.

The words washed over her and she giggled. She felt so tiny and helpless as he played with her big, jiggly ass.

She loved it. She was so wet it was starting to soak through her panties. She needed more.

Chad’s hands dug in deeper. “Go on, Jenny. Tell them what you really are. Tell them what you need.”

She could hear the crowd chanting again. “Jenny Jugs…Jenny Jugs…Jenny Jugs…”

She started rocking her hips to the rhythm of the degrading chant. Hips grinding, big tits bouncing, ass shaking in Chad’s hands. Every word making it more real. Every moan rewriting her. She was becoming her new nickname. Becoming Jenny Big Jugs. Becoming the bimbo they all joked about.

Living it. Owning it. Embracing it. Loving it.

Chad spanked her. Hard. Making her yelp, then giggle, her tits bouncing up and down. He spanked her again, harder this time.

She needed more. She needed to feel him. Biting her lip, she let one hand slide down, feeling for the bulge she knew would be there.

God…he was so hard. So thick. So ready.

She giggled, as she slid her hand down his jeans, stroking him slowly while the crowd chanted her name as she jacked him off in front of everyone.

“Oh fuck…I’m such…such a stupid little slut…”

Her grip tightened, hand pumping faster, needing to feel him throb. She arched her back again, bouncing her tits higher and faster as she rubbed him harder.

“Just your big-titted plaything…”

Stroking his cock as she rocked her hips into him, moaning louder.

The crowd was screaming. Their chanting grew louder, faster, dumber, filling her head with that warm heavy fog that made it impossible to think.

She didn’t want to think anymore.

She gasped again, until she was chanting mindlessly with the crowd.

“Jenny Jugs…Jenny Jugs…Jenny Jugs…”

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hand slipped into her panties, rubbing frantic circles, chasing the high that’d been building all night. Giving them what they wanted…

Stroking Chad. Touching herself. Showing off.

The crowd went insane.

The cheers pounded in her skull like waves crashing against her mind. She stood in the spotlight, tits jiggling. The more the crowd screamed, the closer she got. The arousal was everywhere. Filling her mind and body with overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy ached with need.

Her fingers sank into her big, bouncing tits, grabbing and squeezing. She arched her back, pushing them toward the crowd, shaking them, presenting them, and moaning as the roar of the crowd grew louder.

“I’m Jenny Jugs…” she moaned, voice breaking into sloppy giggles.

The sound of her own voice made her whimper. She felt drunk on the heat, the noise, the power. Her body shook, toes curling, hips bucking. She giggled again as she stroked Chad faster, rubbing herself harder.

“Just Jenny Big Jugs…your big-titted…dumb fucking slut…”

The words erased what little pride she had left.

“I’m just… your dumb, bouncy slut…” Her hips rocked. Her tits bounced. Her hand stroked him faster. Her other hand worked between her thighs.

The crowd’s chant crashed over her like waves.

Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs.

She moaned louder. Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs.

Jenny Jugs. Her body shook.

Each chant made her thoughts feel slower.

Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs.

Like there was no room left for anything except being watched and wanting more.

Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs. Jenny Jugs.

And then…Snap.

An explosion of overwhelming pleasure. She threw her head back, and loudly cried out. Cumming right there on stage, panting, whimpering, shaking.

The crowd lost it. Screaming her name. Phones everywhere. People jumping up and down. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. Just giggled and moaned.

The curtains began to close. Jenny’s head spun as they drew tighter, cutting off the crowd’s view of her.

Once the curtains had finally slid shut, Jenny collapsed forward, catching herself on her hands and knees, her body shaking, her mind spinning. Still burning with that warm, dizzy fog.

She looked up and there he was.

Chad. Standing there, arms crossed, smiling like he’d waited all night for this exact moment. Before she even realized it her ass started swaying back and forth, like her body was still performing. Big, thick, hard.

And without another word, he pushed himself inside her. Slowly and deeply, filling her completely.

“Oh fuck!”

The words spilled out as her hips rocked back. Not a single thought in her head except needing more.

The curtains were closed, the crowd’s noise was fading. But she could still feel them. Inside her mind.

Chad groaned as he pounded against her, slamming into her fat fucking ass. Every thrust shook her body, and melted her mind, more and more each time.

Her body was on fire as the fog swallowed her completely.

“Please…fuck me stupid. Make me your dumb little slut…”

He snapped his fingers. “Like you mean it.”

“Please…I wanna be your dumb, horny sex kitten. Want nothing more than please you…”

Chad grabbed her hair and yanked her back, slamming into her. His body loudly slapping against her ass. She could feel him slamming into her, over and over.

“I’m not a teacher…I’m not smart…I’m just…this…”

That’s when it hit her.

My jugs…my big fucking jugs…

She started chanting, giggling and moaning, repeating it over and over again.

“Jenny Jugs… Jenny Jugs… Jenny Jugs…”

She rocked her hips in time with the chant, tits bouncing wildly in Chad’s hands, her brain melting into the name they’d given her.

“Big tits… Big ass… Jenny Jugs… Big tits… Big ass… Jenny Jugs…”

She could feel it building. She knew what was coming.

“Please…cum on my big jugs…cover Jenny Big Jugs with your cum…please sir…I need it.”

Before she could think, he flipped her over, her sweaty back hitting the floor. Her big, bouncy tits jiggling in front of him.

“Please, sir…cum on my big jugs…please sir…I need it…”

She watched as he groaned deeply, stroking himself the last few strokes until he spilled hot, sticky ropes, splattering across her chest and painting her tits with his cum.

Jenny moaned as it dripped down her cleavage. She rubbed it in with both hands as she watched her tits shine under the stage lights.

Jennifer Collins… Ms. Collins… She couldn’t remember why those names ever mattered.

She knew who she was now. Jenny Big Jugs…

And she’d never felt better.