I stay in the spotlight.

I take a deep breath and keep reading, doing my best to sound confident as I continue through the speech.

The warm light on my skin starts to feel comfortable, and I smile. I can feel my dick plumping, so I make a show of adjusting it with my free hand. As my cock gets heavier, the joggers start to sag a bit, and my thick ginger pubes gleam in the spotlight.

Miguel has his phone out, he's recording me.

I flex my groin and my cockline lurches.

"I realize that my display of disregard for your time conveys a total lack of respect, and I regret the distraction I have caused by misusing your time."

Distraction, huh? I'll give Hensley a distraction. I flex my pecs in my tight t-shirt, getting hotter.

I pretend to yawn, reaching up and stretching my arms wide. My shirt rides up on my torso, showing of my lower abs. My joggers are riding low enough now that the base of my cock is visible; it seems absurdly fat.

Someone in the audience moans loudly. Miguel's not the only one enjoying the show.

I pretend to drop the script. When I bend over to pick it up, I turn my body so my ass faces the class.

I think I'm growing.

Am I growing?

The seams stretch and crackle from being stretched over my meaty cakes. Still bending over, I look to my side at Professor Hensley. She's red-faced and furious. I bet she hates that she's lost control of the classroom. She's also--no fuckin' way!--squirming in her chair. She's rubbing her thighs against each other, clearly torn between the need to get off and the need to reestablish control.

I stand again and face her. My rod is getting hard now, and it juts out to left left past my thigh, caught in the material uncomfortably. These pants are too tight for my package, but I bet if I can adjust it toward my pocket, I can--yes. The hard cock slides into the fabric of my pocket and turns it inside out, sticking up and over to the side, six inches or so beyond my waist. I look at her and she wimpers.

Now, angling back toward the class I let them have the same view.

"In conclusion," I read. "I hope you all will forgive me for this distraction. I will work hard to regain your trust in me."

I pull a most-muscular pose and flex out of my shirt. It rips to threads.

The class leaps to their feet, cheering and moaning as I leave the stage.

"Your turn, Professor," I say, and I turn to walk the aisle toward my seat. My hard cock is still raging through the pocket of my joggers.

I take my seat as Hensley returns to her podium. "We-uh, we... We're going to dismiss class early today." She's still breathing heavily, but she does her best to regain composure. "Be sure you do your reading for next week. We're scheduled to discuss the human sexual response cycle."