Class

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

I got onto campus in enough time that I was able to take care of some administrative responsibilities before my lecture--even more than usual now that I could just snap my fingers to change into the lab coat and worn pants I always wore for classes. (Not that it took very long before, and again, not like time had any relevance for me now, but it's the principle of the thing.)

"Hey, Professor Smith," one of the students said as I walked into the lecture hall for introductory relativity.

I didn't mind some informality, but I never let my students address me as anything other than "Ms. Smith" (when I was a graduate student), "Dr. Smith" (when I was a postdoc), or "Professor Smith" (now). Anyone who tried "Jane" or "Prof Smith" or anything like that got my all-but-patented withering look.

"Hey," I said, and smiled mentally as my powers confirmed what I'd long suspected--just my voice was enough to get a roomful of nineteen-year-olds horny (well, hornier than they already were from ogling me. I'd long since accepted that I'd be ogled basically everywhere I went).

I was about halfway through my lecture when I decided I wanted to show off.

"Could someone please look outside into the hallway?" I asked. I knew there were two graduate students walking by on the way to their office.

A petite Asian woman near the back stood up and opened the door to look out. She stood there stunned for a few moments before recovering and walking back to her seat.

"Um, Professor, um, there's two people out there, and, um, well, um..." She trailed off, and a few other students got up to peek out.

"They're frozen?!" one of them exclaimed incredulously.

The young woman who had first looked out blushed as her classmate said what she hadn't been able to.

"How is that even possible, Professor Smith?"

I smiled. "Simple. I'm God."

"God?" came about half the voices in the class at once.

"As of yesterday afternoon," I said calmly. "Want to see some cool tricks?"

I didn't do much anything fancy. I made a pencil levitate in midair, and invited anyone who wanted to come down and run their hands around it to make sure there were no strings or anything like that. I even let them turn me around and blindfold me, but the pencil just hovered there. I even made it start turning slowly around its center of mass.

Then I showed off some teleportation, moving students instantaneously around the room. I messed with gravity so that some students were walking on the ceiling, some on the walls, and some on seemingly nothing at all in midair.

I played around with time, speeding it up for some students, slowing it down for others, then breaking the room into random areas in which time ran at different rates. Space was just as fun to mess up, and the students found themselves growing and shrinking as they moved around into areas in which I'd stretched or compressed space.

Eventually I decided to get everyone seated again.

"Of course," I said, "the most fun aspect of being God is how great it makes sex." I could tell many of my students were a bit shocked, since my reputation for only ever being professional with my students was well-established. But I'd decided that morning that since I no longer had to face any consequences for my actions, I didn't need to worry about that any more.

"So I've decided that I can't have any of you blabbing about what I can do--don't try, you simply can't, I've written it into the laws of the universe--but I'll make it up to you."

I snapped my fingers, purely for effect, and instead of one of me, there were six, and just as instantly each student had six bodies. One of the benefits of early lectures: you can have a class of 40 in a hall that seats 250.

"Now," I said, "I've modified your brains so you can handle controlling six separate bodies. I've also made all of you bisexual."

I enjoyed the lustful looks some students started giving each other (or, in some cases, themselves) and continued. "Of course, that's not all I'm going to do. I'm also going to make all of you six inches taller and permanently remove your underwear. I'm also making the rest of your clothes really revealing."

Some of the men gasped a bit as they felt their pants rubbing against their semi-stiff cocks, and some of the women flung their arms to cover their breasts and crotches before realizing that while their clothing might have become skimpier, they still weren't exposing anything.

"I'm also putting you all at a healthy weight, and making you physically fit and permanently healthy, and ensuring that you'll stay there, whatever you do, so feel free to pig out on whatever you want." Some students looked appreciative as they filled out or shrunk down, though one woman--whom I knew had a blog about "thin privilege"--and a few men--whom I knew were fat fetishists--glared at me. "I'm also going to give you all breasts twelve cup sizes larger than you've currently got. You'll also be lactating for the rest of your lives, but it'll never be uncomfortable, and I've strengthened your back muscles so that you can carry the weight."

Soem of the women looked horrified at the thought of having such huge boobs, but it was really funny to see that look pass onto the faces of the men as they realized they were growing big tits, too.

"But I'll make it up to you guys, because I'm also giving twelve inches of thick cock to everyone--soft."

This time it was the men who looked horrified first, as their dicks expanded in their pants, and the women who looked horrified second, as they felt their new appendages snaking along their legs, combined with gasps as they all simultaneously grew balls to go with it.

"And, of course, I'm going to make everyone's pussy nice and deep and wet, and give everyone twelve inches on their asses." Once again, it was the men who were terrified as they, too, became full hermaphrodites. They were still easily distinguishable from the women, of course--I hadn't adjusted any facial features, and while their breasts were huge by normal standards, plenty of women in the room had ones significantly larger.

"Anyway," I finished, "time is frozen outside this room, so I want you all to get a feel for your new bodies, which means get fucking. With someone else or yourself, I don't care--although don't just fuck with yourself, find at least one other person--and if you can't find anyone because of threesomes or daisy chains or whatever, just come to me. Oh, and I've made all of your orgasms a trillion times better than they used to be, and you're all a million times more sensitive while you're having sex or masturbating or anything."

The class quickly devolved into an orgy as I sent out a mental command making everyone too horny to resist their urges.

I'd paused everyone's aging and given them really good stamina, so after what felt like about twenty years everyone was finally exhausted.

"Okay, remember," I said, looking pleasingly sweaty and disheveled and stained after taking cum shots from everyone in the class many times over--just like everyone else--"you can't talk about what I can do, but I promise you nobody will find anything about your new forms weird in the slightest."

I cleaned everyone up, got everyone dressed in their new, sexy clothing again (and made sure that their clothing would never show signs of their having lactated or shot a load or anything like that), and put time back on its normal course.