Big, Thick, And Wants The -

Big, Thick, And Wants The -
When Nicholas approaches his BBW professor for a change of grade, he finds out that she's only willing to change his grade in exchange for something that he never dreamed of in his wildest fantasies...


Excerpt:

Alexis took a breath, nodding. Her enormous breasts jiggled slightly as she shifted in her seat. "I have no clue what the fuck you just said. I'm sorry to be so harsh with you Nicholas, I can see by the quality of your writing that you've got a good analytical mind and the tools to properly express yourself. It's not the style of your paper that got you a D. It reads smooth as a baby's ass. It's the substance of your paper, Nicholas, or the complete lack thereof."

Nicholas shuddered back into his seat as if he'd been punched in his face. His hands wrung in and out of one another, his breaths coming faster and faster.

"I'm not trying to be mean," Alexis said, her voice now softer. "But I think I'm doing you a lumin by being brutally honest here. Most of our co-eds get ruined by Professors and Tas who want to hand out fucking participation ribbons. That's all good, if you plan on graduating with your programming degree and getting hired by a client to code a website full of sparkling ponies, animated GIFs and old myspace bullshit."

Nicholas, despite the anger welling inside him, smiled at the thought.

"Exactly," Alexis said. "It's a bullshit job and it's a stupid waste of your time but, and let me stress this... it's what the client wants that counts. In the real world, each job comes with strict specifications. Stray too far from what the client wants and you end up," Alexis lifted Nicholas' paper and fanned it about, "with a big red D."

Nicholas saw the paper, the big D over the first two paragraphs of his essay, and realized he'd turned in a sophisticated program when the client had asked for sparkling ponies, animated cursors and a thousand different fonts.

"Fuck," Nicholas said. He took the paper from Alexis, crumpled it as tight as his hands could manage, and chucked into her mesh wastebasket. The action felt like a weight lifted from his chest. "Well what can I do, then, Alexis. Okay, so I didn't follow the client's specs on this one. But I still need that GPA to get into my classes next quarter."

"Well," Alexis stroked a finger over the curves of her lip, seeming to look over Nicholas' shoulder for just a moment. "Perhaps we could do a Sociology experiment, just you and I, to help illustrate nature and nurture."

"OK," Nicholas exhaled, his head swirling. "That would be great. Really, I'll do whatever."

Alexis nodded and unfastened the top button of her blouse. "Good to hear that enthusiasm, Nicholas. I'd like you to fuck me."