Mr. Smith walked into the class room naked as a jaybird and his briefcase in his hand. His body was now covered in dark swirls of hair and he sported a five o'clock shadow.
Placing his briefcase on the desk, he fished out the textbook. For some reason he couldn't remember what he had done in the previous classes.
He stood behind his desk and looked around.
"Good morning class. Can someone please remind me what we were speaking about last class?"
One bright young girl said, "Last class we discussed male anatomy. You told us you would answer our questions if we wrote them down and submitted them anonymously."
The rest of the class nodded.
Mr. Smith reached into his bag and pulled out a bunch of folded notecards.
"Let's read the first one."
He unfolded the first notecard. The first one was a crude drawing labeled "Mr. Smith" and had a picture of a stick figure with a big mushroom headed cock.
Mr. Smith blushed and dropped the picture on the desk.
Then, he pulled up the next one. "It simply said, "What is a foreskin?"
Mr. Smith read that out loud and said, "A the foreskin is the double-layered fold of smooth muscle tissue, blood vessels and skin that covers and protects the glans penis." Mr. Smith said.
One guy raised his hand and said, "Show us yours."
"Well you see, I..." Mr. Smith was going to say that he had been circumcised but looking down at the picture, he noticed a difference.
He stepped from behind his desk and revealed to the class his penis. "See, it covers the head of the penis." He pulled back the skin and revealed the head of his cock.
A hand raised up in the back of the class. Mr. Smith pointed to him.
A highpitched voice said, "Your should be bigger so we can see it from the back of the class."
Mr. Smith's cock began to slowly increase in size.
The voice continued. "Your dick is the length and width of a 2 liter bottle."
Mr. Smith's dick rapidly grew and expanded gaining 4 inches in length but widening out in girth.
Mr. Smith stumbles back on the desk behind him overcompensating for the increased weight of his junk.
"Wh who are you?" Mr. Smith stammered.
"Don't remember me? I'm Kyle Perkins."
Mr. Smith thought back to someone who had called him on the phone back when he was in high school. His mind raced and he recalled that he had been in high school in the morning.
The tiny wimp stood up and walked forward.
Mr. Smith just whispered "It's you."
"That's right. Time to pay for your actions."