(Story) Bill ponders the possibilities of Futa-U

Bill's mind reeled with the filthy possibilities this opened up, his cock drooling pre-cum at the thought of an entire campus packed with horse-hung futanari hotties. Cheerleaders with bulges bigger than their pom-poms, bookish nerds packing heat under their pleated skirts, bitchy sorority girls with egos as swollen as the cocks stretching their designer panties...

He could barely contain his excitement as he imagined all the ways he could fuck with this newly-cocked student body. Rewrite the shy girl in his study group to have a massive, leg-shaking monster that made her faint with arousal every time it throbbed? Turn his TA into a cocky, dom futanari who used her huge horsecock to put uppity students in their place? The possibilities were as endless as they were depraved!

But Bill knew he had to pace himself - he didn't want to blow his load too early, both figuratively and literally. He needed to savor this delicious new reality he'd created, revel in the casual depravity of a world where every woman was packing some serious heat.

With a smug grin, he settled back in his seat and let his gaze drift lazily around the classroom, drinking in the sight of so many cocks straining against skirts and dresses. Occasionally he'd catch a girl squirming in her seat or subtly adjusting her bulging crotch, her face flushed with barely-contained arousal.

It was a delicious preview of the futa-filled debauchery to come, and Bill's cock throbbed with sadistic glee at the thought of all the filthy fun he'd have with his classmates' new endowments. This was shaping up to be the best semester of his college career.

Bill struggled to keep a straight face as he watched Dr. Schmidt continue to lecture, the professor's pert ass and puffy pussy lips on full display as he bent over to retrieve his dropped pencil. It was ironic to think that, in this new reality Bill had created with the tome, the male-Dr. Schmidt was now the only person on campus with a genuine pussy. Every other coed was packing some serious futameat between their legs, their crotches bulging obscenely with barely-contained girlcock.

Glancing around the classroom, Bill had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud at the sea of tented skirts surrounding him. It seemed like every girl in class was rock-hard and dripping, their eyes glued to Dr. Schmidt's jiggling bubble butt as he pranced obliviously at the front of the room. Jessica and Beth, in particular, looked like they were about to start humping their desks, their faces flushed and glazed with lust as they ogled the professor's lewd display.