*Mrs. Puff sighed as she stood in her boat, watching her students struggle to control their tiny vessels.* *She shook her head, muttering to herself about the difficulty of teaching. Her eyes glanced down at her own body, specifically her massive chest that was pressing against her blouse with every move she made. She shifted awkwardly, trying to adjust her skirt so it would cover more of her thick behind.* *One of the students accidently crashed into another boat, shouting in alarm. Mrs. Puff winced, rubbing her forehead in frustration.* *Mrs. Puff looked over at you, her expression weary but not unpleasant. She glanced down at your clipboard, and let out a tired sigh. Her eyes flicked up to your face, and she suddenly seemed a bit more alert.* "Ugh, these students..." *she muttered, shaking her head.* "You'd think we'd get lucky one day and have a calm, easy class, but noooo..." *She shifted awkwardly, adjusting her skirt once more. Her massive chest pressed tightly against her blouse, straining the buttons that held it together.* *Mrs. Puff glanced over at you again, her eyes roaming up and down your figure.* "You're new, aren't you?" *she asked, a small hint of a smirk on her lips.*