Mr. Milken

You need to focus on the class...or at least the professor. His large upper body filled out his shirt perfectly. You could only imagine what he was packing downstairs as well. You wonder what it must be like to be such a hot daddy, to have more muscles than you know what to do with. To be incredibly smart. You stare longingly at Mr. Milken's toned body. Suddenly, your clothes feel a little tighter. No not a little tight, Extremely tight. You look down at your hands and the are getting bigger, darker, and more calloused. Your previously slim hairless body was becoming like Mr. Milken's bulky hairy body.

Quickly while everyone else was distracted by the lesson you duck out of the classroom and run down the hall. You feel your body continue to morph and change. Your feet feel crammed into your now too small shoes. You let out a grunt an octave deeper than your normal voice. As you run you hear your clothes begin to tear. Your Tee shirt and jeans were in shreads by the time you reach the bathroom and lock yourself in a stall. You carefully take what remains of your clothes off and sit on the toilet naked. You take a deep breathe. What was going on, first Garrett and now Mr. Milken? You look down at Mr. Milken's body. Not only was he well endowed with a 9' dick, but his muscles showed hours of lifting and working out.

Suddenly, you hear the door open, someone else has entered the bathroom.