7:50?! He can't miss his 8 am classes!

Actually, what time was it? Wolfram glanced over at the clock at his bedside, only to freeze in horror at what he saw.

7:50 am.

Fuck, shit! He had physics in ten minutes! He knew he was going to hate himself for these early classes, but none of the other time slots fit with all his other classes in the way.

Damn. Damn! He **** himself to stop panicking. There wasn't any coursework due today, so he didn't need to panic on that front. He just needed to dress and throw himself towards the classroom in record time. Good thing his dorm was so close to the science hall, he figured. As he lunged towards his dresser, however, he made an upsetting discovery.

His balls were fuller than he expected them to be. Their sizes were impossible to gauge by sight, but he knew their current heft wasn't the typical overnight affair. They seemed, by weight alone, laden with twice the usual amount of jizz.

And he wasn't going to have enough time to clean them out before his class began.

He rummaged through his dresser drawers, pulling out and donning some of the stretchiest clothes he can find. Throwing them on, he set about to one of his other daily tasks- corralling his overgrown groin. It was flat-out impossible to hide them in the usual way (you try smuggling two slowly swelling basketballs, see how far you get), so he disguised them.

Pulling out a long strip of cloth, he set about wrapping his package up, pushing it up and out of the way of his legs. Every since it blew past any reasonable size, he found that hiding it all as his over-sized gut got people to stop asking questions. As far as Wolfram knew, while people stared, they didn't figure out that it was actually about fifty pounds of overcharged sexual mass shoved into his shirt. No, it was fifty pounds of fat! On an extremely muscular frame that otherwise didn't carry that much fat.

This was a perfect piece of subterfuge that nobody else could have figured out for years.