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 By now the Professor felt an obsessive need to mark every girl he stripped.
Every girl he would strip and every girl he had stripped already.  He had
returned to Shelley and Rebecca to put his letter on them.  Now he decided
to put his E on big titted Betty.  After seeing Sunny's big tits in the
bakery, he felt an overwhelming urge to expose the biggest of all the tits
he'd seen so far.  This would be fantastic.

   Betty was predictable.  He found her, just like before, smoking outside
in the exact same place that he had stripped her the first time.  This
would be his third session with her, but the first time that she would be
marked.  That of course was the reason for his return visit.  He had to
have his initial on one of her big hooters.

   After a long luxurious drag off her smoke, the Professor made his
presence felt.  Betty didn't see him yet, but she felt the magic touch her
as she dropped her cigarette and stepped it out.  Shuddering slightly, she
turned and saw his lecherous leer.  She could only whisper, "Oh no."

   He smiled and waved for her to move back among the trees and bushes so
that they would be undisturbed.  The sound was altered magically so that
only the two of them would hear it and of course, no one would wander back
here with that magical barrier convincing them that they had no interest.

   "Well, well.  Betty, Betty, Betty.  Busty Betty.  Have you missed me? 
I've certainly missed you."

   She was surprised to find that her voice worked.  "Fuck you!  Leave me
alone!" He was already staring at her breasts so she shouted, "Don't you
dare!  I'll scream!  Help!  Help!"

   The Professor almost cringed.  He had let her make her noise but it made
him uncomfortable.  He felt for the magic and it was still hard in place.
No one could hear her but him.  He smiled at that.  Wasting no time, he
made her top move up above her incredible hooters and then he burst her
bra. Betty shrieked in embarrassment and the Professor loved it.  She
stared down at her own nudity, unable to cover.  Then her eyes flicked back
up to meet his stare, sheer rage showing on her face.  "You pervert!  Who
do you think you are!"

   "Spectacular titties, Betty.  Really."

   As he stared with a look of happy awe, Betty shouted, "Stop looking at
me!  Stop it!  AAAaAAH!  Help!  Someone help!"

   "That's enough of that," he said and with a wave of his hand, her voice
trailed off to a whisper.  He was treated some lovely, quivering whimpers
still.  He would let her continue to talk and make sound, but she would
only be allowed a little shouting when her embarrassment reached a new
level.  "Turn around."

   "What?  No!" But she did.  Against her will, she put her feet apart and
her hands on a wall, leaning forward a bit.  As her belt came undone, she
squirmed and whined.  Then her jeans unbuttoned themselves and she let out
a high pitched but not loud squeal.  "Please!  Stop!" But her pants slid
down her legs revealing her wonderful, voluptuous butt in a pair of black
panties.  "OooOOOoh!" Her jeans were now bunched around her calves and her
panty band pulled away from her before snapping back.  "Ow!  Hey!" It
stretched away from her again.  She looked over her shoulder and saw the
Professor chuckling slightly.  "Stop that!" Now she was angry but in a
silly way that made her sound more patronizing than furious.  SSNAP!!  "OW!
You jerk!" One final time her panties stretched further and further this
time.  The magic lent them an impossible elasticity so that they pulled a
full five feet from her, then returned with stinging force.  "OowOWW!!" The
Professor admired the pantied curve for a half minute more or so before he
decided to see her bum bared.  With three little ripping snaps of fabric,
her panties came apart.  The front remained in place for a split second so
that she could clutch a hand to it and hold it in place.  The back, where
Professor Enfer was staring, dropped away and revealed her lovely big round
buns.  "Nice.  Give it a smack, Betty." He didn't allow her any commentary
as her hand slapped her own ass.  Then a second time.  She had given
herself enough of a spank to feel just a little sore so she rubbed that
lovely buttock.  This of course was enjoyed by the Professor and it
inspired him to have that hand squeeze that lovely butt cheek a few times.

   "Mmm.  Pretty, pretty.  Turn back around now though." With her pants
around her ankles, turning in place was delightfully awkward.  With
mortified expression, she stood there, tits out, pants down and only a
scrap of her panties clutched in front of her pussy.  The Professor pointed
at that little bit of beaver shelter and moved his fingers to indicate that
it should move away.  Betty felt that and clutched it in place hard with
both hands.  The Professor let her struggle, grinning at her knock kneed
pose as she held on tightly to the cloth covering her last treasure.  She
squirmed and bounced, but held on.  He enjoyed that and let her have her
little victory.  Temporarily of course.  "Okay then.  You can keep that
there.  But the rest is gone." With that, all of her other clothing
exploded, leaving her naked but for her one little bit of persevering
panty.

   The Professor had Betty arch her back, really showcasing those wonderous
boobs.  Also, though he still allowed her to hold the beaver covering cloth
in place, he made her cock her elbows out so that her arms weren't
squeezing her breasts together.  That had been nice to see but he wanted
nothing to interfere with the bouncing.  With one hand, he waved like a
conductor and her incredibly big boobs responded.  Bouncing a little up and
down, then a lot.  Then one bouncing up while the other countered by
bouncing down.  Betty stared at her animated breasts with stunned horror.
She twisted in place and her boobs responded, still to the Professor's
direction, by swaying in an exaggerated manner.  When she held still, her
boobs swayed in a slowing pace back and forth and back and forth and back
again before resting.  Betty gave him a look that expressed, even without
words, `Aren't you ashamed of yourself?' The Professor of course was proud
rather than ashamed so his giggle evoked anger from her.  Then he motioned
for her boobs to jiggle quickly and they did.  Finally he stopped them and
held up both hands with fingers wide spread.  He moved his hands to one
side and her breasts followed.  Then to the other.  She moaned softly at
the embarrassment.  Then up, then down, then up again.  Then in circles
both clockwise, then counterclockwise.  Finally her boobs orbited in
opposing circles.  wide apart, then pressed together.  Around and around
they went as her face turned from blushing shame to a near acceptance.

   The Professor's gaze lingered on those enormous hooters a moment or two
even after they stopped moving.  Then, slowly, that lecherous stare
wandered down to the panty scrap that was still clutched in front of her
pussy.  She shouted at him, "NO!  Don't you dare!  OOoooOH!" She was in
another little struggle to keep the cloth fragment in place as it tried to
escape.  The Professor enjoyed her frantic efforts but this time he did not
let her win.  The contest to maintain that last little bit of dignity
proved more and more futile until finally the little scrap flew away. 
Betty squawked, then screamed as she stared at the man who was now staring
at her brown bush.  She trembled a bit when his eyes flicked just a bit
lower and she realized that he was looking at the shaved lips below. 
"NNnnNN!  Stop looking!  Stop!"

   "Very nice, Betty.  You know you're pretty all over.  I can say that
since I've seen you all over a few times now.  Of course you know that what
catches and keeps the most interest are those enormous tits of yours."

   She tried to shout an insult, but found that she had again lost the
ability to speak.  Though she again couldn't talk, she could make sound as,
despite herself, she whined a little at the stare directed at her chest.

   Those tits were magnificent.  So very big with such a perfectly round
underboob curve.  It was time for his invisigrope trick.  Betty felt an odd
sensation on her breasts and looked down at herself.  She was shocked at
what she saw.  Pressed into her big boobs were a pair of handprints.  It
was the strangest thing.  There weren't any real hands, so she felt no
actual contact, but she could feel and, to her horror, see what looked like
a pair of greedy hands grabbing at her jugs.  Those nonexistent hands moved
all around her hooters, fingers squeezing into her.  From underneath, the
invisgroping lifted her boobs and squeezed and squeezed.  Then her boobs
dropped.  The hands resumed on the center of each big, big tit again,
fingers together they pressed forward.  Then they slipped to the sides and
pressed her boobs together.  Betty couldn't take her eyes off the bizarre
phenomenon, though she wished she could.  To her it was the most
humiliating thing he had done to her yet and those ghostly hands just kept
on playing with her.  As they jiggled her tits gleefully, she looked up and
saw how much the Professor enjoyed this display.  As he had at other times
with other girls, he had placed a magical threshold for her.  When her
embarrassment peaked, she regained her voice.  "STOP!!  Stop it you
pervert!!"

   "All right," he chuckled, "all right." Her boobs dropped back to their
natural position.  "Only one last thing to do before I leave you here." He
slipped his bottle of ink out of his pocket.  Once the stopper was removed,
a bit of the black fluid flowed over to Betty's left boob and placed the
Professor's `E' there, very large, with her nipple contained between the
top and center horizontal lines.  "That will be there for some time. 
Remember me every time you see that magnificent breast.

   He wandered off and left here there but every bit of clothing she had
flew away, leaving her helplessly naked out in public.  At least he did her
the favor of leaving her purse.  This little nook of the building was out
of the way and covered by enough trees and bushes that she was safe as long
as she remained.  With a deep sigh, she resigned herself to her fate and
took a seat as she put another cigarette in her mouth.  She determined to
stay here until after dark, hoping that not many people would be out after
that.