Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Professor Enfer had by now learned a valuable lesson about the power of his magic eyes. He had read about it during his studies but he didn't know how it worked or even how it could work. It was evident though. There were no consequences for the user. When he stripped a woman, she would inform no one (even if caught naked) and she would be incapable of any sort of reprisal. He knew it was true because by now he had expected some revenge to have befallen him or at least some confrontation by one of the affronted women. Nothing had happened though. He had heard a couple of stories about naked women being spotted running around campus but no one seemed to know why. Not even Miss Stark had done anything about her humiliation. It didn't even affect the young women enough to allow them to avoid further trouble. None of his lovelies had even dropped any of his classes. This gave him the ability to perform a more audacious sort of thing. He had for the most part followed girls to unexpected places in order to avoid accusation. No need. Today, after one of his classes, he would make it easy for himself. All he needed to do to get the target of his current lust was say the words, "Lianna, could I see you after class?" "Certainly Professor Enfer." The Professor looked her over quickly without giving a hint of his lechery. She had a traditional sort of prettiness to her, dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a charming smile that she always seemed to have ready. She gave that smile now, an innocent expression that for the briefest of moments, made the Professor feel guilty about what he was about to do. That guilt lasted only a moment though. He was who he was. "I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity to raise your grade," he said. "Really! I could use it." She was entirely naive about the suggestion which is what he expected. Once the last student was through the door, the Professor held Lianna with the power of the eyes. He forced nothing from her but the compulsion to stay standing where she was and to stay silent. He walked over and locked the door to the classroom. So far, she had no idea she was in his power. He smiled his openly lustful smile as he looked her over again, appraising her body. It wasn't a perfect body, but it was extremely attractive all the same. She was not lithe or slim at all. In fact she may have been a bit heavy, but in a way that kept a wonderfully proportioned look to her. She had on a sweater vest over a light blue blouse that kept him from being able to see the fullness of her breasts as well as he would like. Having studied that body as she came and went from class, he knew that would be her best feature. Her legs looked good though below a dark blue skirt. He looked her over, or more accurately, he leered at her up and down. She got uncomfortable waiting for him to say something. Then discomfort turned to panic when she found that she couldn't speak. Worse, she couldn't move! She stood there wanting to ask him for help, not yet realizing that he was doing this to her. He smiled and took a few deep breaths as he walked around her and got to his chair. His magic eyes made her walk over to the front of his desk, just far enough that he could still see all of her body. "Where should I start? Hm. How about with that skirt?" His magic lifted the hem of her skirt very slowly. The Professor's eyes darted back and forth from the exposure to her worried stare. She had on light blue panties that weren't unattractive but weren't particularly sexy. He let the skirt drop again. He turned her around and she kept throwing pleading glances over her shoulder. The skirt lifted again and the Professor enjoyed the curve of her ass. It was better than he expected really. Big. Not huge, but big. Big in a very good way. He had a have a little fun with it. His eyes pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body and let it go Snap! "ow!" He allowed her no other sounds, just any little noises of protest or embarrassment or discomfort as he was about to snap her panties again. Snap! "Ow!" A third time, this time pulling them further away. SnaP!! "NnN!" The Professor had a thought. A little experiment was called for. The magic caused the impossible, so could he perhaps stretch these panties further than would normally be possible without tearing and still have them snap back? "Let's try this," he said out loud as he rubbed his hands together. Her panty band pulled away, then a little further as her eyes opened in anticipation of it's return. It pulled to it's normal limit. Then it pulled further, looking almost cartoonish. SNAP!! "AhnN! N!" He gave her a minimal amount of self control and she rubbed herself where the panties had hit her. "One more I think," the Professor said. She shook her head then her panties started to pull away again. Her one free hand grabbed them. The Professor indulged this, enjoying the funny little tug of war as her panties tried to escape that grip. Then he forced her to let go and move her hand away. Her panties pulled away again, further than they had before. Stretch, stretch! Lianna was in high discomfort already just from the pull of her underwear. Then, SSNNAAAPP!!! "OWowOW!!" He let her move her hands but only for the purpose of readjusting her underwear. She tried to force her skirt back down, but it wouldn't go. It continued to hover, high enough to expose her pantied butt. The Professor was about to move on, but he had a last thought for this delighful derierre. "Wedgie time!" Her eyes shot open as if to ask `What?' Then her underwear was pulled up into her butt crack, exposing her lovely cheeks. It pulled as high as it normally could stretch, then of course, it pulled higher. "nnnNNN!" The Professor let it go and it returned to her waist, but still pulled up so he could see her nice big butt. He had her turn around as he dropped her skirt. He looked her body over again as he decided what to do next. He desperately wanted to see those tits, but that was reason enough to leave them for last. Instead, Lianna's eyes shot open as she felt her panties peel down of their own accord. They came down past her skirt and then remained around her legs where the Professor smiled at them. He mused out loud, "I think that skirt should come up again, don't you?" He determined to allow her some ability of speech so that he could hear her immediate protests. "NO!" That was it though before he silenced her again. Her skirt and her nervousness escalated slowly. Then her bare pussy was on show. "Very nice," the Professor appraised. She had a very shortly trimmed, narrow triangle of hair that matched her sandy blonde locks. It came to a point shortly above her slit though, so nothing was concealed even a little. Her extra weight gave a nice round fullness to her pussy lips. There was just a narrow bit of pink that could be seen between them. "Yes, very nice indeed." He let the skirt drop again. "You're a very lovely young woman, Lianna. Your body is, if anything, more of a treat than I imagined. Still, it's evident to me that your greatest attributes are under that sweater. I think it's high time you gave me a look at them." Her eyes shot open again then started that alluring, silent pleading that would prove totally ineffective. Everything she was wearing above the waist burst to tiny shreds all at once. The Professor had allowed her the ability to react in order to enjoy her embarrassment a bit more. Before he had even a decent glimpse, her arms were thrown across her chest, hugging that big bosom tight. Now her expression was finally more angry than embarrassed. It wasn't rage. A girl this sweet would be hard pressed to show anger of that caliber even under these circumstances. Still, accusation and derision flowed from her stare. The Professor of course smiled in response. He regarded the wonderful hidden toplessness for a few moments. Then he forced her arms away from her boobs. Her embarrassment returned in full force. Her tits were wonderful, big and full. They hung a bit lower than perfect breasts would but that imperfection served to heighten rather than detract from their appeal. Her nipples were a very brownish pink and were so close to her skin tone that you really had to look close to see their shape. Of course the Professor examined her very closely. Those nipples didn't have a shape with an easy description, being imperfectly formed in a way that suited her body and understated attraction delightfully. Wanting the best from them, Professor Enfer pointed with two fingers at her nipples. At his command, they perked up and stood out. "Marvelous boobs. Jiggle them for me." She shook her head slightly but then, against her will, she complied. She swayed her upper body in a way that had her big boobies moving side to side. Not fast, just enough to really enjoy the movement. "Now bounce them," he instructed. She put her hands under them and lifted. Then she let go and her breasts fell and bounced back up to where they should be. Several times the blushing young girl was forced to lift and drop her breasts for the pleasure of her perverted teacher. "Hands behind your head now." This pose lifted her breasts naturally and the Professor smiled in a way that would have been complimentary if Lianna weren't so embarrassed. "Great show, girl. I think you've done enough to improve your grade. Just two more things I think." Her skirt and panties ripped away from her body, leaving her stark naked and wide eyed. Her clothes of course, the Professor shredded to the point that they would be unusable as cover. He had to leave her as helplessly naked as he had every other girl. This would have been the end if it hadn't been for his recent idea to leave the girls with more than just a memory of their time with him. She turned around at his unspoken command and bent over giving him a perfect view of her big butt. The Professor took a little bottle of ink from his pocket and opened it. He had made certain to get something that couldn't be washed off. A small bit of it, under his magical control, bubbled out of the bottle and floated through the air toward her. It painted itself into a calligraphed `E' for Enfer onto her right butt cheek. Having stripped her, and marked her, the Professor said a good bye and left. He was true to his word. He did raise her grade. Her butt may say `E' but her grade would say `A'.