“Here it is, first period: Comp Sci." Dan pushed into the building and walked down the hall. Posters of big, overly-muscled powerlifters with tiny
glasses adorned the walls. Nerds of this reality...
As he walked into his classroom, he could see that none of the other boys there were particularly huge... at least in comparison to the rest of
the campus. If Dan had seen a class like this before the Chronovac, he would've thought he'd accidentally interrupted a meeting of Olympic
powerlifters. Many of them wore glasses and had unkempt hair and beards, not as suave as some of the cooler students. They were chatting
amongst themselves about the latest fansubbed episodes of anime or if the other had played this awesome new dating sim... They were nerds
all right. But massive, studly ones with cocks that would dwarf Dan's own.
Dan was happy to see he was taller than a couple of students, though seeing one stand revealed a huge package snaking down his leg, the
head peaking out the bottom of his cargo shorts. "Average" in this world.
Dan leaned against the wall, setting down his backpack, "E-excuse me...?" Dan gasped, turning and looking up to a hulking redhead. Several
feet taller than Marcus and Patrick, and much thicker (if that was even possible). His pecs obscured his vision, so he hadn't seen Dan yet...
"S-Sorry, big guy!" He quickly waddled to the opposite side of the class. Dan didn't need any more boyfriends today! He was floored that men
could become even bigger than the redheaded twins he already had under his sway, though. He had made it so that it would be possible... but
seeing it was a whole other story. The shy redhead readied his materials for class at his desk, having to take some effort to look over his pecs
and gut to see what he was doing. The boy's sheer size probably helped keep him from falling in love at first sight. Class was getting ready to
start, however, as the professor waddled through the door...
"Welcome to CS5A," Silver Grey hair, salt and pepper beard, perfect blue eyes locked onto Dan, "I'm Professor Pascal," he set his briefcase
effortlessly at the front desk. His tailored suit hugged every bulging, muscled part of his body. "We'll cover the essentials of programming
topics so you will be better equipped to pick your next CS class--" the professor continued, smoothly turning on his projector. The man
exuded effortless sophistication that only came with age. Dan caught himself sighing as Pascal's arm flexed inside the tweed jacket, his thick
round bicep shaped like a basketball.
Dan's heart beat faster as his cock erected itself in his shorts, causing a bigger bulge up in front. He groaned softly as he petted his genital
mound through his shorts. There was an aura of sophistication and power around Professor Pascal that was different than that of other men
he'd met in this new world so far. It didn't hurt that Pascal was ruggedly handsome and looked strong enough to bench press a bus, either. Dan
wanted to be noticed by the teacher, to have him as attracted to Dan as Dan felt to him.
"...unless you're of Celtic Decent, relief-room breaks should be kept to a minimum." The professor paused, removing a bag of tea from a mug
on his desk before drinking the steaming liquid, "I'm privileged to have such a small first period class." In one motion, Pascal set his tea down
and talked as he approached Dan, just tall enough that his massive package could rest on Dan's desk. "Any questions?"
Dan's arm shot up. He didn't have a question ready as he did so, he just wanted to get noticed by this attractive older man! As Pascal nodded at
him, Dan realized he would actually have to ask something to justify his actions. "Um, Professor Pascal, I was wondering if you could introduce
yourself a bit more to the class... so we know who you are and stuff," he stammered, making up something on the spot. And he did want to
know more about the man that was making him very hard in his shorts... the man whose package looked like a freakin' Thanksgiving turkey
resting on his desk. Dan watched the clothed package stir and the outline of a thick head--bigger than his fist--move and grow.
"Of course," he smiled down at Dan with a wink, "You can see me after class for off-subject topics." He strode away from Dan's desk to answer
another question, coming from a leather-vested cub with dark, swarthy features and a broad nose...Pacific Island perhaps?
Dan tried to pay attention during the class and take notes. It was hard to do so when something else was so hard as well, clouding his thoughts
to an extent. He had to remind himself to stop admiring the way that Pascal's pecs would shift under his dress shirt and tie, or how he could
see dark fur curling out from under his cuffs or how the bulge protruding dangerously in his slacks seemed to steadily get bigger as the class
went on. The redhead in the classroom actually had to get up and go to the relief room over a dozen times during the class. Poor kid, Dan
thought to himself. So horny that it was hard to learn in school...
"Don't worry about him," Dan turned around to a sun-burnt bear sitting behind him, "Chad takes most classes online. Ironic that he has to
come in for CompSci...poor guy needs someone to claim him and put him out of his romantic misery." Chad waddled back in, barely clad in
some striped compression shorts and a shirt that rode up over his pecs. The class got quite as students started focused on their
computers...the perfect opportunity for Dan to try the phone version of his Chronovac app...he built it over the weekend when Patrick and
Marcus were moving into his dorm room. He liked looking at Professor Pascal... but he knew he was a greedy son of a bitch and couldn't resist
making the older man even BIGGER. He loaded up the man's profile in the app and stifled the urge to wolf whistle at the stats he saw next to
the lifelike model on his screen. What to alter first...