(Futa) Some female classmates arent appreciative of the display…

Bill bit back a smirk as he listened to Jessica and Beth's catty gossip, their words drifting back to him from a few rows ahead.

"Dr. Schmidt always does that," Jessica grumbled, rolling her eyes at the professor's display. "I know he's a guy, but come on. He has to realize how much wearing tight shirts and skimpy skirts affects the men in class."

"Seriously," Beth agreed with a sniff. "Him and Bill Anderson both. Why is it that all the guys with tits are such shameless exhibitionists?"

The two shot Bill matching looks of disdain over their shoulders, taking in his own too-tight top and clinging yoga pants with obvious disapproval. But rather than being put off by their judgmental attitude, Bill found himself fighting back a grin.

He loved this part - the seamless shift in everyone's perceptions as the tome rewrote reality around them. To Jessica and Beth, Dr. Schmidt had always been a busty male bimbo, just like Bill himself had always been a busty-but-male tease. Their memories and attitudes had warped to accommodate this new normal without so much as a blip.

Still, Bill couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at their catty remarks. Who were they to judge how he and Dr. Schmidt chose to dress? Just because they dont have the cocks to appreciate it….. wait a minute….

A wicked idea sparked in Bill's mind, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from cackling out loud. Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out the reality-warping tome and flipped it open to a random page. He focused his thoughts on his college's admissions requirements. Boom it opened right to the page. He scanned the dense paragraphs of text until he found what he was looking for.

"All applicants must have at least a 24 ACT score or better..." Bill read under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. With slow, deliberate strokes of his pencil, he began to erase and rewrite the sentence to better suit his perverse whims…

"All applicants must have at least a 6-inch cock or longer..."

…he scribbled gleefully, his own massive member throbbing in anticipation. With a snap of the wrist, he finished writing snd the tom slammed itself shut. Bill relished feeling the familiar tingle of reality warping around his words as he saw the cover change out of the corner of his eye “Version 299”

Bill's gaze immediately darted over to Jessica and Beth, his heart pounding with sadistic glee. At first, nothing seemed to change - the two girls continued to whisper and giggle, oblivious to the shifting world around them. But then, slowly but surely, Bill noticed a telltale tenting in the front of their skirts as they began to ogle their professor as well.

He watched with bated breath as the fabric began to strain and bulge obscenely, the outlines of thick, meaty cocks growing more pronounced with each passing second. Until…. ***THUD*** both of their cocks had slipped from their skirts and were now pulsing against their desks.

Jessica and Beth squirmed slightly in their seats, thighs clenching together as if to contain the sudden throbbing between their legs. But otherwise, they seemed utterly unperturbed by the massive members now throbbing against the underside of their desk.

Bill had to stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from letting out a triumphant whoop, his own cock harder than it had ever been in his life. He'd done it - with just a few strokes of his pencil, he'd given every woman in the class a throbbing futacock to call her own! And not just the class, he realized with a start, but the entire college!

The tome's reality-warping powers had seamlessly altered the school's admissions policy, retroactively endowing every female student with a big, juicy girlcock. In this new normal, having a six-inch-plus penis was as much a requirement for attending Bill's college as a decent ACT score.