(Tg tf) Bill goes to bed early for class tomorrow

Bill awoke the next morning with a groan, his massive tits and plush ass made the simple act of getting out of bed a challenge. He hauled himself upright with a titanic effort, his breasts jiggling and swaying obscenely with every movement. “Guess its more difficult than I thought to have giant tits.”

Stumbling over to his dresser, Bill pawed through his clothes with a frown. Nothing seemed to fit right anymore, his curves straining obscenely against even his loosest outfits. With a shrug, he settled on a pair of clinging yoga pants and a too-small t-shirt, his nipples and ass clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Arriving at his first class of the day, Bill settled into his usual seat in the back of the large auditorium. As the lecture droned on, he found his attention wandering, his gaze drifting over to the tome peeking out of his backpack.

A wicked idea sparked in Bill's brain, and he had to bite back a grin as he reached for the reality-warping book. Flipping it open to a random page, he focused his thoughts on his professor, Dr. Michael Schmidt.

"Dr. Michael Schmidt," Bill saw at the top of the page. He wrote his edit at the bottom of the page, relishing each scratch of his pencil against the ancient parchment. "Has the body of a busty Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, but he is utterly absentminded to it. He often wears shirts and skirts that are much too tight and revealing. Dr. Michael Schmidt is much more concerned with knowledge and teaching than wearing clothes that cover his body. Which often leads to high attendance and low grades."

With a soft chuckle, Bill snapped the tome shut, feeling the now-familiar tingle of reality warping around his words. *THUUUM* the book cover closed and read “Version 298”. He glanced up at the front of the classroom eagerly, waiting to see the effects of his handiwork.

A wave of gasps and mutters rippled through the auditorium as Dr. Schmidt came into view, his once-unremarkable figure now lush and hyper-feminine. His button-down shirt strained over a pair of massive, jutting tits, the fabric pulled so taut that the outline of his lacy bra was clearly visible. His pencil skirt hugged an ass that would put the Kardashians to shame, the hem riding up to reveal the creamy swells of his thighs.

But most shocking of all was Dr. Schmidt's utter nonchalance about his slutty new look. He continued to lecture as if nothing was amiss, seemingly oblivious to the way his tits bounced and swayed with every gesture, or how his skirt rode up to flash tantalizing glimpses of his panty-clad ass.

Bill had to stifle a laugh as he watched his classmates' reactions, their faces slack with shock and arousal. Pencils stilled and clattered to the floor, forgotten as everyone gawked at Dr. Schmidt's lewd display, bulges rising in pants and drool pooling on desks.

At one point, Dr. Schmidt leaned over a student's desk to examine his work, his cleavage nearly spilling out of his straining shirt. The student, a nervous-looking guy named Peter, flushed beet-red and stammered helplessly as his teacher's tits brushed against his arm.

"Now Peter, can you tell me what process this diagram is illustrating?" Dr. Schmidt asked obliviously, tapping a manicured nail against the page.

"Uh... is the... uh... answer..." Peter gulped, eyes flicking desperately between his teacher's face and heaving chest. "Breastilation?"

Dr. Schmidt paused, brow furrowing slightly. For a moment, Bill wondered if he would finally realize the effect his new body was having on his students. But then the professor simply shook his head with a smile, utterly unperturbed.

"Close, Peter, but not quite," Dr. Schmidt chuckled. "The answer is crystallization, not breastilation. Though I can understand the confusion - both processes do involve a fair amount of... growth.”

He punctuated his point by giving his tits a nonchalant adjustment that nearly made Peter pass out on the spot. Bill had to stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from cackling out loud, his cock rock-hard cock throbbing.

As Dr. Schmidt sashayed back to the front of the room, Bill let his gaze roam over his professor's transformed figure with undisguised hunger. He drank in the way his ass jiggled and swayed with each step, how his tits bounced hypnotically with every breath.

Bill's hand drifted down to palm his aching cock through his pants, his mind racing with all the filthy possibilities the tome had opened up. If he could reduce his professor to a slutty, oblivious fucktoy with just a few lines of text, imagine what else he could do...

His cock gave an eager throb at the thought, pre-cum already dampening his yoga pants. Oh yes, Bill thought with a wicked grin. This was going to be a very fun semester indeed...