::Teacher's Lounge::
(A sexually improved Mr. Anderson)
You finish dressing and manage by some miracle to tuck your member behind your thigh. It is rather uncomfortable, but it'll have to do.
You leave...
::Hall::
(Empty now your late asshole)
You run to your room 169...
::Rm 169::
(an average sized classroom with 30 students in it, they are 16-17 years old, dressed in those fantastically plaid uniforms)
<Boing> So much for it being tucked away. You hurry to your desk and sit, behind it, wonderfully sure all the girls got a full view of your 13 inch rod. You sit and the giggling eventually subsides.
"Hello class, I am Mr. Anderson." You awkwardly say smiling, "Well it seems only appropriate to discuss the penis, we've all already seen one today anyway." You reach back and pull down a large graphic diagram labeled 'The Human Falice', the picture was kind of reminiscent of your former self, so hence amuzing, the class burst out into laughter.
"Now class..." You turn red, the pills you assume were continuing to cause side effects. you sit back at the desk and sweat feverishly. suddenly you feel fine like something tapped you and once again you felt better. you smell something odd now though, kind of musky, but familiar. You then notice it is coming from you. Terribly embarassed you start to leave, when you notice the majority of your class has their hands down their respective skirts. |