Student

(Originally Posted By YearEnds)

Brooke Jones walked along the beach, holding her left hand with her right hand.

Being in six bodies at once was very, very cool.

Being 6'2" instead of her previous 5'8" was also very, very cool.

Being able to eat anything she wanted with no ill effects was also very, very cool.

Having tits larger than her head that caused no problems for her back was also very, very cool.

Having the massive ass to go with those boobs was also very, very cool, especially for someone who'd always wanted a "ghetto booty" but despaired of growing one without getting fat.

Having six voraciously hungry pussies that craved constant attention wasn't quite as cool, but as she'd proven to herself the previous night, she had no problems picking up sex partners, whether they were men or women.

Having a cock that was a foot long when soft--and twenty inches hard--was, in her opinion, not as cool. She had to wear loose clothing to hide it, and she'd discovered to some embarrassment just why guys complained about randomly becoming erect during the day. She'd also discovered the joys and problems of morning wood--exacerbated by just how much wood she had. At least none of the people she'd picked up last night had found anything weird about it, but then, Professor Smith had promised they wouldn't, and so they didn't, even when she'd had a four-way--or maybe it was only a three-way; that sort of thing, she found, got confusing when you had one person controlling multiple bodies--last night with two of her bodies, a man, and another woman.

And that was just as well, since she couldn't tell anyone why she suddenly had six tall bodies with gigantic boobs and butts and was sporting what were among the biggest cocks on the planet. And she'd tried--she'd tried to tell her best friend and roomie Hannah Rodriguez about it this morning--but she literally couldn't form the words. She couldn't even write or type them. She could no more tell Hannah, or anyone else, about what had happened to her than she could have not fallen to the ground when she jumped. At least her dorm room had been altered so that she had a huge bed that fit all six of her bodies, and her wardrobe was similarly expanded to include six copies of all of her outfits. They were all pretty skimpy or otherwise revealing now, of course, though since there was some gym clothing she was wearing workout pants until she could talk to Professor Smith and see if she couldn't convince her to, perhaps, let her students only sport their additional attributes when they wanted to.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, though, when she came to an abrupt halt when the aforementioned omnipotent professor appeared out of nowhere lying on a towel in her path. Suddenly she felt a very strong compulsion to put down her own towel and lie beside her instructor.

"Fancy seeing you here," said Professor Smith. "What else are you up to? For me, right now I'm teaching a class, working on some research, and hooking up with a hot dude at a gay bar in Amsterdam."

The casual ease with which her teacher had discussed what she was doing prompted Brooke to return the candidness. "Well, I'm in a class, writing a paper, doing a math assignment, and driving out to a protest for increased LGBTQIA rights." She chuckled a little. "Before yesterday, I was straight as a ruler and completely comfortable with being a woman. Now..." She gestured to her crotch and to Professor Smith's tits.

"This time two days ago," replied the professor, "I was just an ordinary, precocious professor who was also a libidinous hot piece of ass. Now I'm the all-powerful, all-seeing, all-knowing, all-whatever-you-care-to-name ruler of the universe. I think I've got you beat on 'how much can you change in two days.'"

"In more ways than one," said Brooke. "But anyway, I wanted to talk--"

"--to me about how embarrassing it is to get erections randomly. I know. All-knowing, remember?" She tapped the side of her skull. "It's not like you're the first person to have that problem, you know."

"Well, no, but how many of them have had obviously female faces, tits out to here, butts to match, and got aroused at just about anything? And then there's the guys in the class, who have those boobs and asses with their very male faces, and have even bigger dicks. Since we can't wear any underwear, it's pretty obvious when our cocks and nipples get erect, and they get erect with the slightest provocation."

"Well, yeah," said Professor Smith. "I changed you so that you'd always be ready for sex. That's just part and parcel of that. But you're right that it could be embarrassing."

She paused for a moment, and Brooke spoke into the silence. "So you're going to do something to minimize the effect the changes have on us? And anyway, it's kinda painful to have such huge dicks and nipples straining against my clothes."

Her professor smiled. It was a strange smile, thought Brooke. It seemed to combine benevolence, beneficence, malice, and lust. Brooke got the strong impression that she was about to be on the receiving end of what would probably turn out to be a very unwelcome favour.

"It's the clothes that are the problem?" That smile again. Brooke was starting to regret she'd ever even thought about how uncomfortable a 20-inch erection, even in sweat pants, was. "Well, then. I suppose I should remedy that."

Instantly Brooke found all of her bodies completely naked. One of her bodies in her dorm room jumped up to find that her closet was suddenly empty except for her shoes--all of which now had heels of at least four inches.

"I've made you all"--Brooke shuddered at the confirmation that this had been done to everyone in the class--"completely impervious to the weather, of course. And you'll heal really quickly if you cut yourself or something, which is as much to protect you from harm from others as it is to keep you from trying to end it by committing suicide. Normally I wouldn't care about that, but I'm not letting any of you shuffle off your mortal coils quite that easily. But you won't have your cocks or nipples rubbing painfully against your clothes now. And, of course, nobody's going to look askance when you become erect in public. Oh, and no backpacks. I don't want anything covering up your perfect backs."

"But where am I going to carry things, especially stuff that won't fit in my purse?"

"Oh, you won't even need to carry that. Stick your hand between your tits."

Brooke did so, and was surprised to see it go in to the elbow without coming out the bottom. She was even more surprised when she felt a hard surface under her fingers.

"Pocket dimension in your cleavage. Weighs nothing, but you can put whatever you need in there--cash, cards, books, cell phone, pens and pencils, food and drink, whatever. Only what you need, of course. It's pretty large, but I don't want you sticking a whole body in there and just letting it rot. You'll always know what's in it and can always grab what you need when you need it. And, of course, nobody'll think it's strange for you to be shoving your arm between your tits all the time."

Having a pocket dimension in her cleavage was very, very cool, thought Brooke, but she was now firmly of the opinion that she would just as soon not have taken Professor Smith's class.