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 His power over the women and the situations he envisioned would grant him
the ability now to do something he had always wanted.  He wanted to
thoroughly embarrass one of his pupils and do it publicly.  For this he
selected Sadie, a very attractive, twenty one year old blonde.  Along with
her immediately eye catching attributes, she also had a voice.  Every so
often, she sang on stage at a certain club in town.  The Professor had
never been interested enough to go there before, but now...

   The Professor went inside and took a table that gave him a good view. 
For the length of a song and a half, he just listened.  Not being a big
music lover, the Professor couldn't quite say he enjoyed it, but he did
approve of it.  Her sultry voice suited the old fashioned jazz songs.  Not
that she needed talent to captivate the men in the audience.  In her black,
sparkly gown, her vavoom figure was displayed nicely.  She was all curves,
nice big round curves.  Especially the tits.  She had a nice set of big
tits.  Not huge tits but definitely full and pronounced with some great
cleavage showing in that low cut dress.

   He let his power take control carefully before he acted.  He had to feel
the pulse of the crowd, especially the men.  If he wasn't certain he could
handle this, then he would await another opportunity.  The risk that he
didn't want to take was breaking the rules.  Even with his power growing,
he knew that the rules were inviolate.  He couldn't touch her and he could
not allow her to be touched, even by another man.  If he couldn't keep the
crowd under control, then this would be for nothing.  His intentions
directed the magic though and after several minutes of concentration, he
could tell that he had them.  He had the crowd under his spell as though
they were the women he focused on.  Of course he also had Sadie in his
grip.

   Sadie stopped singing not quite suddenly, her confusion at her inability
to sing was evident.  "What's happening?," she tried to whisper but it came
over the microphone loud enough for everyone to make out.  The audience
stirred a little, not quite as confused as she was.  Then she turned to the
side, wondering why, and leaned forward just a bit.  The side of her dress
was slit so that you could see some leg.  Just enough to tease the
audience. This wasn't enough for the Professor.  First, there was a
drumroll from the band, then suddenly a loud tearing sound as her dress
split from it's safe level to just below her breasts.  Her dress moved as
though a soft breeze were on it and that revealed the side of the satin
panties she was wearing along with her magnificent legs.

   The crowd was already enchanted.  A long whistle sounded and Sadie
looked out nervously.  Without knowing why, she turned slowly with the
sensuous movements she would ordinarily use in her act.  Her back to the
crowd, she looked over her shoulder.  Her dress kept flitting as though it
were being blown to the side.  Her legs came into view little by little.  A
tantalizing glimpse of perfect calves.  Again.  Then a bit higher, just up
to the knees.  Calves only again, then higher.  Then, like a flag in a good
wind, her dress blew to one side, showing off her legs in their entirety. A
few cheers and loud words of praise had Sadie looking away and blushing. 
Then her dress lifted higher and the shiny panties that clung to her well
developed, not quite round, beautiful ass were the subject of every stare.
A round of brief applause sounded.  She bent forward a bit and put her legs
apart.  The crowd was loving it.  Sadie straightened up and her
embarrassment, though she still felt it intensely, was defied by the
confidence of her voice.  She swung the microphone stand around and, with
her sultry, bedroom voice, she asked the audience, "Nice panties aren't
they?"

   "YEAH!!" Along with the shout from the majority were scattered hell
yeahs and damn rights.

   Her provocative voice wondered softly, "I think you just might like to
see a little more." Another round of enthusiasm met with action.  She
leaned forward again, just a bit, and slipped her hands into the sides of
her panties.  Her fingers ran up and down, then lifted them up and slid
them in between those delectable butt cheeks.  The crowd was worked up but
wasn't near as loud as they could have been, being influenced by the magic.
Sadie bent over and put her legs further apart, her ample ass becoming a
pair of rounded hills that cascaded down into her incredible legs.

   "Man, look at that ass!" "Show us more!" "I love you, Sadie!!"

   She stood up and the breezing of her skirt stopped.  She turned around
and the Professor finally let her natural emotions show.  She had a
nervousness and worry that made her adorable.  The crowd's noise had fallen
to a dull murmuring.  The Professor suggested loudly, "Show us your tits,
Sadie!"

   "Yeah!" "Do it!" The Crowd became a chanting mob, "Show your tits!  Show
your tits!"

   She clearly wanted to say something but she couldn't.  Her jaw quivered
in fear as her hands moved against her will to the straps of her dress. 
She stared helplessly at the crowd as she grabbed one of those straps and
started to move it, then stopped.  The crowd was cheering and whistling. 
The other strap moved, but it was also just a tease.  Nothing showed. 
Someone demanded, "Aw c'mon!  Give `em up!" In response, her fingertips
slid down the inside of her dress front.  Once in position, she pulled her
dress down and away from her tits.  The bra she had been wearing had simply
vanished at the appropriate moment, so there she was, tits out for a bunch
of strangers.  The crowd shouted happily at the sight of her bared boobies.
Her eyes shut tight in protest as if, not seeing the crowd, she might
convince herself that they weren't there.  She could hear them though,
jabbering away and laughing and appraising her big tits jocularly.  That
everyone seemed to approve of them didn't lessen her humiliation at all. 
It only got worse when her hands cupped her breasts from underneath.  She
stared down at herself, amazed that she was doing this.  She lifted them
and squeezed them and played with them as the crowd thrilled to the sight.

   Once she let go, she thought that at least the tit play was over.  She
was wrong.  As though it were her own idea, she pulled the microphone stand
to her and placed the metal rod between her boobs.  With a hand on either
side of her bosom, she pressed her melons together, around the cold metal.
A moment passed, then she was rubbing her tits up and down around the handy
prop.  With each movement, even without the guidance of the magic, she let
out an uncomfortable and embarrassed little sound.  On the downstroke, the
crowd couldn't hear it but at the top of an upstroke, she was right next to
the microphone so that her soft sounds of protestation were amplified for
them all.  It was such a marvelous occurrence that the Professor let it go
on for a few minutes.  Yes a few minutes.  It may not seem like long, but
he didn't exactly have much of an attention span for any individual prank
so it was a tribute.

   Once he had had his fill of microphone fun, he let the stand swing away
from her.  Her tattered dress gave the first whispering sounds of further
ripping.  Her eyes snapped wide opened, realizing what was about to happen.
"Oh no!!" SHRIIIPP!!  Her dress tore away completely, leaving her in
nothing but her panties and high heels.  She screamed in panic, but could
neither cover nor run as the crowd stared at her nearly nude body.

   As she started in with deep panicked breathing, the Professor's magic
procured several bottles of beer from the bar that floated over to the
stage.  She stared in wonder, "Wh-what?" The bottles all shook violently
for a few seconds then they popped open one by one, spraying her with foamy
beer as she squealed in protest.  The crowd was applauding this as the beer
shower covered her completely.  Once it was over she stood there, furious
but silent, stripped to her panties and soaked in beer while the crowd
stared and cheered and laughed and pointed and applauded.

   Her panties started to tug away from her body, but she caught them and
held on.  She stared down, determined not to lose this battle.  The crowd
knew what they wanted, "Take it off!  Take it off!" Sadie looked up
suddenly with blank terror as her panties started pulling away more
forcefully than she could hold them.  An agonizingly slow rip snapped one
side and she squealed.  One hand covered her nearly uncovered sweet spot as
her other hand struggled in vain to keep the panty fragment from fleeing.
Then, SNAPP!  It was gone.  She had her pussy covered but she still felt
more exposed than ever.  She turned in place without thinking it through.
The crowd was treated to a view of her entirely bare, big, beautiful ass.
Of course, cheers, whistles and commentary arose and Sadie glanced over her
shoulder shyly.  Against her will she turned again, one arm across her
breasts and one hand over her beaver.  The Professor had let her cover just
so he could enjoy making her move her arms.  The crowd was demanding more
in random shouts.  Eventually, partly inspired by the magic, it became a
shouted chant, "Let us look!  Let us look!  Let us look!"

   "NO!  NO!!  NOooOOO!!!" But then she could feel it.  The force that had
stripped her had a magical grip on her arms.  "OH NOOOO!!" She couldn't
resist it.  Her arms were pulled away and everyone got a great look.  She
screamed a note that only a singer could as she squirmed, legs tightly
together, trying in vain to crouch down.  Everyone had seen those fantasy
boobies, but now they were also treated to the view of her soft blonde,
closely trimmed bush.  Her look turned defiant as she struggled against the
power more fiercely than ever.  In spite of her anger and embarrassment,
the magic forced her to relinquish her efforts.  Suddenly she stood still
as though it were all an act.  Then she put her hands behind her head,
displaying her chest marvelously.  She put her legs apart and arched her
back slightly.  The crowd was in love.

   The Professor sighed with delight and used his ink for the final touch.
No one understood it when a glob of the dark fluid raced up to Sadie and
formed the calligraphied `E' just under her right breast.

   Finally, the Professor was finished and he stood, ready to leave.  His
magic remained, just to be sure that the situation wouldn't get out of
control in any way he would not wish for, but he relinquished his hold over
Sadie.  With a panicked scream, she rushed off stage, arms over her
beautiful tits.  The crowd started cheering and applauding again.  That
applause became a standing ovation that the Professor was sorry Sadie had
missed.  He left the club humming one of the melodies he had heard her
sing.

   Backstage, Sadie ran to her dressing room only to find it locked, a last
prank pulled by the Professor.  "Oh, oh, oh!  Open up damn it!  Open!!" She
pulled and pulled at the door but found no shelter.  "Steve!  Steve!  Get
my door open!  It's locked!" The club manager rounded the corner with
undeterminable expression as he tried not to stare too overtly at her naked
body.  She had the typical total cover pose, one hand over her bush and one
arm over her boobs, but she didn't quite manage to get them both under
cover as one delightful pink nipple peeked out over her arm.  Sadie stood
there helplessly as they tried to force the door.  It was not only locked,
it was locked from the inside so it took some time.  Nearly an hour and a
half she spent there, shivering and stark naked as every member of the
club's staff at one point or another was either helping with the door or
just spending a little time enjoying the scenery.