Run to the nearest restroom for some "relief".

You know you don't stand a chance. You practically a puddle already and he isn't even trying to dominate you yet. You shout out, "Sorry, professor, I have the runs!" You regret not thinking of a better excuse as the class explodes in laughter, but at least it's less embarrassing than admitting what's really in your pants. Professor Puissan waves you on as you bolt out of class. You can't believe you made...for now at least.

The halls are mostly deserted and you find a restroom quickly. You spend one anguished minute checking underneath all the stalls and then go to the farthest one in the corner and lock yourself in. You unbutton your shirt and let your aching nipples hit the air. You pull your pants to your ankles and moan as your tail starts to grow and immediately seeks out your wet cunt. You try halfheartedly to stop it, but your tail is too fast and your hole too hungry. Before you know it, you're stretching your cunt with your fat tail and gushing with every inch...

You look down at the preternaturally perverse sight before you. You're just so pink, and soft, and sexy and slutty looking with a thick tail pounding your sopping pussy again and again and again. It's no wonder you can't stop fucking yourself, you're a "man" after all and what man would turn down a hot slut like you? The dichotomy of wanting to fuck your slutty self and loving getting filled by your thick cock tail is making your head spin. You decide to stop worrying and love the tail...

You have given up stifling your wet whimpers and melty moans. Your hands are busy twisting and teasing your aching nipples and squeezing and kneading your doughy ass. It's so twisted and perverted fucking your own cunt, but in a perverse paradox, the harder you fuck yourself, the wetter and hornier you get. The more your cunt quivers and closes around your thick tail cock, the faster and hungrier it fucks.

You feel your tail ready to throb and twitch and fill you with that pink creamy cum that will send you to a buddha-like state of brainless bliss. And then you hear the door CREAK open and the heavy fall of footsteps.

The question is, did he hear you?