Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Professor had followed Sunny for several blocks, having spotted her on the sidewalk. She was a lovely girl, light blonde, blue eyed. What caught the attention and made her stand out, even at a great distance, was that curvy figure. She was not the absolutely biggest titted of the girls the Professor had lusted after since gaining his power. That would be Betty, but Sunny wasn't far from that heavy weight title. Professor Enfer had been wanting to see those big tits for some time. Today was as good a day as any. He hadn't planned on indulging in his hobby on this particular day. He had just happened to notice her. Fortunately she hadn't noticed him, even when he had followed. He wasn't certain where to take her. He hadn't even started with the power. She just went on her merry way. Then the Professor noticed a place that would be a great setting for his talent. Right when Sunny was about to pass the door, the Professor stopped her. She entered the Early, Noon and `Ftrnoon Bakery and the Professor caught up quickly. The door jingled as he stepped through. "Hello sir," the girl behind the counter said. "Hello!" He was more than happy. This girl was extremely cute. In a place filled with cakes, pies and pastries, she had to be the sweetest thing. Her smile was adorable, her light brown eyes were big and bright. She actually had on a chef's hat along with her apron. He immediately took her ahold with the power. Again, he would have not one girl to play with, but two. He needed to know though, "Are you the only one here apart from me and Sunny?," he pointed at his first target as he said this. "No," she showed no surprise at the unusual question now that she was held by the spell. "Marie is in back." "Marie? Is she as cute as you are?" "M-marie's the boss. She's, I guess she's good looking, I don't know. She's older. Maybe forty five." Then, prompted by the magic, she shouted out, "Marie! A customer needs to talk to you!" After a few moments, the bakery owner appeared, "What's going on Romy? I'm busy back there." At that moment, she fell under the power of the eyes. Romy said she was maybe good looking? She was a knockout. This couldn't have been planned better. Marie was a tall blonde, a darker shade than Sunny. She was sharp featured and instantly seductive. It was also clear that under her clothes and apron, she had a magnificent body. She must truly have been busy as there were spots of flour on her clothes and even a white mark of it on her cheek. The Professor breathed hard at the revelation that his powers had actually grown just at the thought of what he could do here. It had been promised in many of the old mystical texts he had studied. The more he used the power and the more he enjoyed it the stronger he would become. These three women were his for as long as his entertainment needed to last. He turned his attention to the front of the store and his magic was able to effect the necessary measures for privacy. The sign turned from `OPEN' to `CLOSED'. The blinds fell over the windows. The shade dropped over the window in the door. The door locked. Employing a method devised by his nephew, he contained all sound within the building so that no one outside, even right at the door would be able to hear. Instilled with his strengthened magic, he could sense his abilities shutting off all other entrances, the back door and even the windows, even though he could not see them. He laced his fingers and flexed them as he said happily and perhaps with slightly sinister air, "Now then, shall we begin?" The three women took position, lined up in front of him so that he could appraise them before the stripping began. He was already eager to see them all in the buff, but his eyes kept returning again and again to Sunny's chest. He had admired that figure in class so many times, he had to have his lust gratified immediately. "Sunny. Since you're the guest here, you'll go first." Sunny of course had no idea what he meant any more than she had any idea what was happening. Then the top of her dress and the bra under it burst open. She shrieked and stared, wide eyed, down at her own assets as they were bared for the Professor's enjoyment. Beautiful, massive tits, nice pink nipples, not dark or light but easily bigger around than any coins. Above those nips, the breasts sloped more than they curved, but pleasantly so. With the width of those huge gems, they took on a more oval than round shape. Her top had burst and then stretched so that they would assume their natural shape for the Professor, but then it snapped under them, having been torn into a shape that formed a sort of boob hammock, lifting them a bit and pushing them together. After taking in that sight, the Professor allowed her to move her arms. Her hands clutched her breasts almost possessively as she blushed deeply. "Beautiful. Truly magnificent. Aren't they wonderful, ladies?" At his suggestion, Marie and Romy both agreed with smiles. From the kitchen, a can of whipped cream arrived, floating through the air until it found Marie's hand. "Time for some fun," the Professor said. "I'm afraid we can't let you cover, Sunny." Though she held still, Sunny was frantic. What was happening here? Why were these people doing this and how? Marie and Romy both took one of Sunny's wrists and pulled her hands away from her breasts, exposing those natural wonders again. Sunny squirmed and let out a little whine. Then Marie expertly placed a dab of whipped cream on each nipple. Sunny stared down at her own tits with a worried expression that turned to shock as each of the women licked the sweet stuff away. The Professor's lecherous stare seemed unblinking. "I think she needs some on that cleavage, but don't clean it off this time." At that command, Marie put a line of whipped cream down the crease where Sunny's breasts were pressed together. "A wonderful beginning, but I do think it's unfair for the two of you to be so modest after Sunny has become so bare." His hands gestured and the two bakery women's clothes were torn off. Their aprons were left, and that covered their pussies and just barely covered their nipples, but, even though their frontal intimates were still unexposed they felt very naked. The Professor had them turn so that he could admire the side curves of their bodies. The women felt terribly used as the Professor's eyes wandered up Marie's body, then slowly made their way across Sunny's tits, then traveled down Romy. His gaze rested on the tight side curve of her incredible young ass. "Very nice. Turn for me." She did and he was staring at her bare bum, though he allowed her the freedom to move her hands. She tried to cover her butt, but of course, that could only cover so much and the Professor enjoyed her efforts at modesty with a little chuckle. He had the two apron clad women turn toward him and he observed, "That's a definite improvement. If you two would dress like this normally, your business would triple at the very least." He turned his attention to Sunny and her big bare tits. He gave a goofy grin and all of her clothes burst into shreds. Sunny screamed long and loud and shrill as she stared at him, then down at her naked body, then at him, then down again. The Professor was overjoyed at her curvaceous figure. She had nicely rounded, somewhat broad hips, a belly with a little bit of curve to it, but that extra little bit was only a little bit and it suited her voluptuous body type perfectly. Her beaver was covered by a thick mass of light blonde bush. When her screams stopped, she started whimpering. He didn't let her cover, but he did let her move her arms. This created a wonderful, nervous arm dance as her hands moved all over her body but never stopped in any way that prevented the show. "Now," he said to her, "you're having a rather rough day, so I think something a little sweet might help you get through it. I'm sure Marie won't mind you sampling some of their wares." Several of the pastries floated from behind the counter to the top of it. The Professor's power guided them through the performance. Romy grabbed an eclair and brought it over. Instead of feeding it to the hapless coed, the bakery girl tore off the end and squeezed out the filling, smearing it on Sunny's body. The cream was spread in a mess from Sunny's thigh, up over her side and across her belly. Sunny looked down helplessly at herself. Marie brought a pie and, comedy style, clapped it onto one of Sunny's big tits. Without even requiring the power, it stayed in place a few seconds before falling to the floor, making the Professor laugh. Sunny wanted to cry, but the power prevented it. Still her lower lip thrust out and trembled at the amusement of her teacher. She turned around for the next treatment. Romy was back with three chocolate covered donuts. She applied one to Sunny's shoulder. Another to her back and the final one, now that Sunny's back was to the Professor, she smooshed onto a butt cheek. Marie was next again. This time she had a custard pie and she scooped the filling out with one hand and rubbed it down Sunny's back from shoulder to the top of her butt. She was careful to leave the chocolate rings untouched though. The rest of the pie ended up on Sunny's head. Sunny took the pie pan off but the pie filling ran slowly down her hair. The Professor allowed her to remove what she could but that left plenty of it smeared into her blonde locks. "This is a lot of fun," the Professor said, "but I'm sure that Marie and Romy would like to get into the act." Aghast, the two bakery women stared at him, but his smile told them that there was no way for them to escape this. "First of course, you'll have to doff those aprons." The two women turned toward him with expressions of shocked begging. The Professor was of course less than indifferent to their unspoken pleas. Marie, being the boss, was the first to be undressed. Against her will, her hands untied the top of the apron and let it fall revealing a very nice pair of wide set mediums with nipples broad as silver dollars. Her embarrassment was colored with intense anger as she fumed at the man who was ogling her nudity. Then she untied the back of the apron and tossed it aside. Her nice full bush almost matched her sandy blonde hair. It was a shade or two darker, very thick, very curly, a great mass that had a naturally almost perfectly level upper border. By the Professor's design, once he had taken in a good look, one of her hands moved to cover that bush, hiding all of it but the upper corners. Her anger had faded into a look of belittled self pity. Romy was next. She was breathing hard as she untied the back of the apron first, then the top. She slipped it off all at once revealing her nice pert breasts. She had little nipples, not quite tiny, but a great counterpoint to the lovely wide ones of her employer. The Professor's eyes slid down over her young tummy with a perfect navel and then down further to her dark brown bush. It was thick and long, covering her lips completely, and trimmed into a fairly squared off shape. As Marie had done, Romy put one shaking hand over her beaver. She quivered in a way that set her cute chef's hat trembling. Some of the sweets floated from the counter to the two nervous women. A pair of cream puffs exploded near Romy leaving splatters on her sexy skin. Several apple turnovers hovered above Marie and split open, the contents falling and dripping onto the lovely entrepeneur's head and oozing down her hair and face. "Cake time!," Enfer said happily. In response, a large cake with thick white frosting floated over to the women. It rested in mid air where all three could reach it. All three of them, despite themselves, took a piece. Sunny smeared hers on Romy's front, around the inner curve of a breast and down her lovely abdomen until she just ran out when it reached the top of Romy's young bush. Under the white frosting, the cake turned out to be chocolate so the combination of light frosting and dark interior spread over that flesh was, to the Professor's perspective, rather artistic. Having been coated, Romy took her piece to her boss. Marie turned around and the cake was smeared across the woman's back. Marie's cake slice was pressed onto Sunny's face. The Professor allowed the women to rub at the sweets on their bodies in a futile attempt to get some off. Of course he let them do so only as much as left wonderful little finger prints and trails through the frosting and pie filling. The mess on Sunny's face was still there but she did get it out of her eyes and enough was moved off so that he could make out the look of angry humiliation her face. Perhaps best of all, Marie was most bothered by the syrupy apple mess in her hair but it only got rubbed in rather than taken off. The messy women turned back to him with disgusted expressions. "What are you waiting for?," he asked. "There's still three more pieces of cake there." Forlornly, the three women took up another round of cake pieces. Marie went first this time. Squatting down, she spread the cake up and down one of Romy's legs. The frosting remains that were in Marie's hand were smeared onto Romy's hair. Romy gave Sunny the same treatment, a chocolate cake piece was smeared up and down one leg and a patch of her hair untouched by the pie filling was now cake smeared. Sunny, having the last piece, looked Marie over as though the magic weren't deciding for her what she would do. Nothing was on Marie's front side yet, so Sunny crushed her piece onto Marie's belly. She spread it a bit but left a large chunk of malformed cake in her hand that she rubbed into the sexy, thick blonde bush. The frosting was lighter than the bush, the flecks of chocolate were much darker and the resulting muff mess was fantastic. "Handprints next," the Professor said greedily, rubbing his own hands together. Several tasty looking items hovered nearby, each one filled with a different sticky sweet flavor. Romy and Sunny both smooshed their hands into different treats. Marie took the center position and turned around making it easy for Sunny to press a blueberry filling covered hand onto the center of her back. Marie turned, not yet fully appreciating this handprint mess. Romy's hand was rasberry covered and she held it firmly onto Marie's right booby. Marie stared at that pressed breast with open mouth and wide eyes. The result was a wonderful red handprint. Marie moved over, letting Romy take the middle. Romy had very little on her back, so that was where the Professor had the ladies put their hands. First, Sunny put a blue handprint near one shoulder and Marie put a yellow one nearer the middle of her back. Sunny and Marie refreshed their hands by dipping them once more into the same goodies. One yellow covered hand and one blue covered then each took a firm but unmoving grasp of a pretty young butt cheek. Once the ladies let go, Romy squirmed in anxiety at the lingering feeling of two women's hands grabbing her ass. The pretty, brightly colored handprints showed right where they had been. It was Sunny's turn in the middle. As she took her place, she pressed a nice blue handprint on Marie's belly. Romy, on Sunny's right, put several handprints along an arm. Marie's hand, after being covered in blue, took a grab of Sunny's big, big booby. It wrapped around the breast without covering the nipple, leaving a blue handprint circling the wonder titty. The Professor surveyed his work, his artistry, with pride. He had them turn, then turn back again. Each one was a masterpiece of a mess. For his last trick, he used every pie from a counter that he had yet left untouched. The women all shuddered at the sight of the impending barrage that faced toward them. Then the pies flew, one at a time at first. One struck Romy's thigh, another landed on Sunny's shoulder and a third plopped onto Marie's boob. Again. The ladies turned and a pie each splattered one lovely butt cheek on each one. A third volley as the Professor not only smiled, he gave a rare, loud laugh at the women's wriggling discomfiture as a pie landed on Romy's beautiful back, and another on Sunny's. A pair of pies landed on each of Marie's hips. There were still so many pies left! A pair of pies flew to Marie, one on her outer thigh, another just below her breasts. A single pie floated to Sunny and hovered in place for a moment or two right before her blonde beaver. Sunny let out a high pitched whine as she stared down waiting, then the pie not only affixed itselt to her golden treasure, it smeared around. Romy took a pair of pies, one to a breast, then another right after that, while her mouth was still wide open in angry shock, landed on her face. The pie pan fell and even through the pie mess, it was clear that her face was scrunched up in delightful distaste. The Professor sighed happily before making the rest of the pies fly all at once. The pies mostly avoided the messes that were already in place but by the time they were finished, there was a lot more skin that was sweet covered than bare. The lovely shapes were still evident enough to be arousing but now they were splattered with all manner of goodies. The Professor's fun was over though he felt no waning of the power. He slipped his ink bottle from his pocket to mark the ladies. With them all so covered in so much sweetness, he had to look them over to find blank spots in which to place his `E'. "Marie," he said. She stepped forward and he looked her over. He had her turn slowly. There, above one hip was a blank spot a full three and a half inches in diameter. "Hold still," he told her. A blot of ink floated over and affixed a dark, fancy `E' on her skin. "Mmm. Romy next." From the pie mass covering her face, Romy's eyes glared at the perverted Professor. He said dreamily, "Turn to the side. Good. Now put one leg forward." The ink formed its `E' on the inside of one wonderful, slender thigh. Sunny he had saved for last since she was his student and he would see her in class. Just knowing that her skin would be adorned with his letter would bring a smile to his face. The only blank spot on her that he could take advantage of was her booby. The one that had Marie's handprint on it had no other covering. So he had his ink flow to it and form his letter there, right above her nipple. "Well ladies, it's been fun, but I must be going." With that, he wandered out, but as he did, their clothing and every other piece of cloth that could possibly cover them flew out the door with him. The three pie covered women felt their freedom return. "Oh no!" "What do we do?" "This way," Marie said, but when she got to the door leading to the back, she found it jammed shut. After a short struggle with that stubborn door, they heard the jingle of the bell as a customer came in. All three turned in panic to see a wonder struck old man. Once he had left, the Professor's magic had turned the sign back to `OPEN' and had pulled all the window coverings away. "S-sir!," Marie half pled, "we're not open right now!" She had her hands clutched tightly on her breasts, relying on the mess to cover her lower exposure. Romy had ducked behind a counter where she cowered and Sunny, also with hand covered boobs, paced toward and away from the door, uncertain about whether she should stay or go. With a slight smile, the old gentleman waved goodbye and left without a word. It was only a second or two before the next customer arrived though. "Out!," Marie shrieked. "What?" "Get the hell out!" So in a moment they were alone again and Marie tried to turn the `OPEN' sign back around only to find it stuck to the door. The door was also unlockable. It refused to turn and grant them sanctuary. The Professor had made it impossible for the bakery to serve as shelter. "Romy! Call someone! Get someone here to help! We can't keep people out!" "What do we do until then?," Sunny demanded. "Hide!" So it was the three unfortunate victims of magical perversion were stuck in public until help could arrive, shuddering whenever anyone entered.