An alarm on her phone rang out. Startled from the computer, her eyes widened as she realised she was running late to her lecture. She stuffed her laptop into a bag, grabbing a snack as she raced to the lecture hall, sliding into her seat halfway through her professor's introduction. He stopped, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Ah, Miss Jensen, how nice of you to join us," Professor Strock drawled. "Since you obviously don't need to come to class on time, tell me, who was the victor of the First Messenian War?"
Georgia bit her lip. "Uh, the Greeks?"
Strock's eyes narrowed, his lips thinning into a cruel smile. "Any particular part of Greece, Miss Jensen?"
She thought for a second. "The Messenians?"
"Incorrect. I hope you will pay extra attention this class, lest you give such lacklustre answers in your test next week." He turned back to the class. "Now, the Messenian War was..."
Georgia tuned him out as she unpacked her bag, booting up her computer and opening her Reality Writer app. But before she could decide what she wanted to write, she felt someone look over her shoulder. "What'cha got there?"
She jumped, turning to face her best friend, Caroline. "Oh, thank god. It's just you."
"What's got you so jumpy today?" she laughed. "Let me guess, your parents saw you watching porn?"
"What? No!" Georgia playfully gave her friend a smack on the arm. "I'm just a bit stressed from running late."
"Suuuure," Caroline smirked. "So, what are you doing?" She peered at the screen, before her shoulders fell. "Oh, it's just Word. Are you actually writing notes? Boring."
Georgia's heart settled as she remembered rule no.1 - no one would ever know about her little secret. Still, she curiously peeked over at her friend's screen. Instead of a note-taking app, Caroline was watching hentai. Futanari, of course, as her friend had lamented many times before how tragic it was that futas didn't exist in real life.
An idea began to form in her mind. She clicked 'user awareness' and unselected 'subject awareness', making sure the reality alteration was on, before typing out a sentence. Caroline is a futanari with a twelve-inch penis.
She looked down, where Caroline's jeans were altered to fit the enormous bulge she hid. As the hentai went on, Georgia watched as the bulge grew larger and larger, popping the button open as it snaked out from her underwear. Caroline stifled a moan as one hand wandered down to jerk off her monster cock. Her back arched as her movements grew quicker. She couldn't hold back the next groan of pleasure, alerting Professor Strock to her actions. His face was thunderous.
"Miss Zelechowski, are you... pleasuring yourself in my class?"
Quickly, she added another sentence. It is entirely normal and fine for Caroline to jerk off anywhere in public.
"Yes, sir," she moaned, as pre-cum leaked from her massive, foot-long dick, running down her hands and pooling on the floor. Strock nodded briskly.
"Very well. I know it can be hard for you, being the only futa known to man, but I hope to support you in every way. Carry on," he said, and returned to the lesson.
Georgia could hardly believe her eyes. She never thought she'd see the day when her old professor was anything but a stick in the mud, but apparently miracles did exist - on her incredible writing app. She watched gleefully as Caroline blew her load all over her desk, and couldn't wait to test her power out even more.