Tiffany Littlebottom woke up, rubbed her eyes and stretched, she had slept naked as was her custom. Last night had been a successful one, she had helped another nerdy guy, Mitch was his name, lose his virginity; she did not let him go until he had made her cum. She did not want him to stay for the night, because she had to wake up early for the morning lecture; Tiffany wondered, if Abby would make it to that lecture. Abby not only went to the same group, but was also Tiffany's best friend and roommate. She was supposed to spend the night at some guy's place; Abby was as big of a slut as Tiffany, over the last year they learnt how much they had in common and quickly became friends. They were the only girls in their group, with just four more on the entire year; after all not many women studied automation.
Tiffany was not in a rush, she always woke up early enough to brush her teeth, eat a decent breakfast, dress up and do the makeup; thanks to her transformations that last one did not take too much time. For today's outfit she chose a pink mini dress, it was tight, strappy and had a deep cleavage, the middle part was made of mesh and the ham was only few centimetres below her full buttocks. Together with matching pink heels on fifteen centimetre tall stilettos it gave her a hooker look, but the Double Slutification transformation caused Tiffany's style to be somewhat trashy. The outfit was completed by a pair of sheer black crotchless pantyhose and a pink lacy thong. She wore no bra, her breasts were huge and natural (for the lack of better word), but also perfectly firm. She liked the way they attracted attention as they bounced when she walked in her heels; the nipples poked through the thin fabric. Her long blonde hair hung loose over her bare shoulders and back.
The campus was mostly asleep when Tiffany left her room, she did not meet anyone as she walked to the staircase. Most of the fifteen stories high building was inhabited by students of the automation, electronics and electrical engineering, almost all of them men, but the bottom two floors were inhabited by the few girls of those faculties and girls from the management studies. With the men to women proportions of four to one the girls had a wide choice and did not need to compete; a campus is not a place for prudes.
When Tiffany entered the staircase she almost hit someone with the door. Fortunately Bob, because that was his name, was agile and narrowly dodged it. He was one the shy brilliant nerds who used to have problems approaching girls; used to, because Tiffany had cured him of that condition.
"Oh hi, Tiff" Bob greeted her cheerfully ignoring the fact that he almost got hit.
He approached her with the obvious intention of kissing her, his hand went around her waist and down to her buttock which he grabbed shamelessly. But Bob was barely 165 centimetres tall, so Tiffany in her heels was a head taller.
"Hello, Bob" she replied before leaning for a kiss.
The young man's hands groped her body brazenly as their tongues mingled in their mouths. It seemed that Bob must have had a mental peg stuck somewhere inside of his head, once Tiffany had removed it, he became a real player and even his short height was not an obstacle.
When their lips eventually parted they went downstairs together, Bob's palm still rested on the girl's buttock; he only let it go when they reached the reception. They made small talk as they walked towards the university until the man eventually turned to his destination.
"See you later, Tiff" he squeezed her buttock for the last time before departing.
The girl had to walk few more minutes to reach the building in which her lecture took place.
Tiffany got to her lecture hall one minute to eight, the doctor was not there yet, but most of the students were already present; his lectures were really popular. There were some catcalls from the audience as the girl walked across the front of the hall, she turned her head to face the men and smiled, she added extra sway to her hips. Tiffany usually sat in the front row on the far side, when she reached her place; someone shouted:
"Walk it again!"
She smiled once more, put down her bag and walked back towards the door, this time she used the supermodel catwalk stride; the catcalls and whistling were even louder. When Tiffany approached the door they opened and doctor Max Driller walked in. He was a man in his late thirties, smart, friendly and ridiculously handsome; he also was the head of a project in which Tiffany played a crucial role. She offered him a bright smile and said:
"Good morning, doctor."
"Good morning, miss Littlebottom" the brightness of his smile outshone Tiffany's and must have blinded the people in the first row.
Driller's charm was effortless, but he also was an excellent teacher. Tiffany turned around and began to walk towards her seat, there were no more catcalls, even though she maintained her model stride. Max followed her as he headed towards his panel, he did not try to hide the fact that his gaze was fixed on her buttocks and legs. When Tiffany sat down and Max reached the panel, the door opened again and Abby went through them. She was wearing a little red dress, tight, short and with a deep cleavage, not unlike her friend's, but slightly longer and without mesh. Her stiletto heels matched the colour of the dress, so did her lipstick, her legs were covered in sheer black pantyhose, as dark as her long wavy hair. She might have been slightly late to the lecture, but nothing in her appearance suggested that she had spent the night at someone else's apartment.
"Good morning, miss Bucksom" Max offered her smile almost as bright as his previous one.
"Good morning, doctor Driller. Sorry, I'm late."
"You barely made it in time. Please, sit down."
Max did not act look impatient, even though Abby did not hurry to sit next to Tiffany; she also swayed her hips in a model walk as she crossed the hall. The girls kissed their cheeks as the proper educational process finally began.
The lecture was interesting and informative as always, that was why they were so popular; doctor Driller had the ability to explain even the toughest subjects to all those who were willing to focus and try to understand. When the lecture eventually ended and the students began to pack and leave Max approached Tiffany and said:
