Biology 101

Biology 101

Samantha was late for lecture. Her mind recalling her...smaller days as a HS senior. The awkwardness of being the only futa in her school, not to mention the only futa with... extra parts. She towered over all but the tallest boys at her university, the once-shy girl now blossoming into something incredible as both she, and her confidence, grew.

But it was hard to focus now that she was surrounded by so many young, fertile bodies. Away from her mother's delicious... ministrations she had filled the void of those morning cum-loads with an aching hunger for others.

Which explained why she was late, despite her powerful legs propelling her across campus to her lecture hall, even in heels her clip was an impressive gallop, legs now longer than before, gliding gracefully despite being over 6 and a half foot, and built more like a quarterback than a dancer.

She was late because she could not stop herself from sneaking into the boy's locker-room. The strength of her pheromones had increased, so it wasn't hard with a few sultry words and the allure of the unknown that had convinced so many of the half-clothed young men to accept her begging pleads to drain their ball-sacks. Her eyes rolled back a bit as she recalled them, the sweaty chaos, her hands full of meat, her mouth overflowing with hot young seed. Then the panic as she realized how long she'd been servicing them, and the reminder on her phone had gone off. This was an exam review! How could she have forgotten?! Her stripping side-job wasn't enough to pay for tuition, she had to keep her scholarship! Dawning her clothes and struggling to stuff her massive member into her panties, she had little time to look in the mirror.

As she continued to walk, she swore she could feel the hot young seed in her stomach churning, transforming the DNA in each of those swimmers into more genetic fuel for her gradual futafication. I mean it's a theory right? That's why she wanted to go into Bio-Chem to begin with.

And now she was walking into her class, awkwardly adjusting her glasses, as gasps and a cry of "holy shit" broke out.

That's when she noticed that all this dwelling on her morning debauchery had taken a toll on her wardrobe. And her struggling thong had paid the price. She abscent-mindedly licked boy-seed from her lips, not realizing how much still remained on her face as she looked back the way she had come, to see almost a snails-trail of semen on the well-worn carpet. The stickiness of her cockmeat's fluids was the only thing holding those panties on now. Her dick was at a half-chub, it's length slapping against her inner thighs.

She was mortified, it was getting difficult to hide her ever-growing bulge, but to get a boner in class where everyone could see was the worst.

Then it dawned on her.

"Oh fuck me. I forgot to pump my balls empty this morning, that's why!"

"Samantha, please, see to your decency and take a seat quickly, before you give the class a very interesting anatomy demonstration." said her professor, a brilliant woman in her 30's with an inordinate amount of patience.

Even with her kindess, Sam knew she was in for a hard lecture.