Fertility Idol 5B

And we're getting caught up...

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In class, the room was calm, cool air flowing from the vents, only a tiny hint of the flowers’ scent.

I wonder if anyone is allergic to it? Mark thought. Well, not his problem. His problem was starting out the lab class. Which was gonna be interesting.

Right no time,the students started filling in. All girls. Mostly good looking.

You know, I didn’t think it’d be a problem, but after all that talking about the statue and that girl, I’m really glad the speaking desk is concealing everything below the waist.

Even if it did give Mark a nice look down some cleavages.

And he caught some looks at him. An Asian girl sat in the corner, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable, like her clothes were tighter.

And they did look a little tight, showing off more curves than Mark bet she normally showed off.

Maybe got washed wrong? Mark wasn’t going to complain, even as he looked away from her and at the other students, some of whom were squirming as well.

But soon everyone was in. Mark didn’t take roll call. That was a BS high school thing to do.

You were either here, or you’d pay for it during finals and Mark wasn’t about to act like they weren’t adults.

“Right!” Mark said. “So this is our lab class for bio 101. So we won’t be creating abominations of life.” He paused.

Nobody laughed.

Well check that one off.

“Right, so one of the first things we’ll be talking about is evolutionary biology or how things survive and prosper. One of our projects will be showcasing different bacteria cultures and seeing how they respond to differing conditions—who wins, and how they adapt.”

“Like breeding,’ one student said.

Mark blinked. “Well yeah, you could say that, the more successful a group is in reproducing the better it will be at survival, all other things being equal. But there’s a lot more that goes—‘

“Oh God, you’re going to talk to us about the statue,” someone said.

Mark blinked. “Unless it’s… in the syllabus, no.”

“Did you look at it?” The Asian girl said, squirming again.

“Why would anyone want to go look at it?” A Latina muttered. “It’s just disgusting, I don’t need to see it!”

Mark looked down at her and nodded. That was, according to his list, Clarice. But she… she had a few more pounds on her than some of the other students. And her clothes were tight, a slightly too-small sweater squeezing her tits in and pushing them up, showing more cleavage than Mark bet she was used to.

“Just sitting out there… with her big tits… just showing off her belly and tits and her hips…” the college girl continued, and now she was squirming a little more.

And the problem was, she wasn’t the only one squirming, and it wasn’t just the girls. Mark felt his cock start to stiffen, even as he tried to avoid getting fired on his first day by tearing his eyes away from the wiggling girl—only to land on the Asian girls’ face and note how cute the way she was biting her lips and closing her eyes, as if she was imagining something.

“Right!” Mark said, trying to get back some control. His cock wasn’t just getting hard it was hard. “Like I said, breeding can be important, the more successful breeders, can out compete others…”

He suddenly had a vision of what some of the girls would look like with their tits getting heavier, as they wondered why they were gaining weight… Until they decided to take a test…

Like Clarice, she’d be in class, every day, awkwardly trying to conceal the fact that her boobs were bigger—as was her belly…

Maybe she’d come to ask him for some extra time, a look on her face telling him that she wanted to kneel down and kiss his cock… or maybe he’d been the one who seeded her. Marking her in the way only a male could..

“Uh…” Fuck. If he thought about that more, he’d cum in his fucking pants. He could just get the conversation back to the actual class and—

“It’s like the strongest males…” One voice said, and another girl moaned, and that wasn’t helping. He could imagine that moan coming as she fell to her knees in front of the man who had decided to make her his… waiting…

“Like the women… Big tits, hips…she’s made for breeding. The statue, I mean…”

“I wonder what kind of… Man…” Now everyone was squirming, and Mark was focusing on how cumming in his pants wasn’t a good idea.

“He’d just tell her. The strongest, I mean,” the Asian said. “He’d just… let her, and she’d submit because that’s what the breeders do with those big hips and big tits… they receive what their men…”

“Tell them to…” Some of the women had their eyes closed, others were licking their lips, imagining what it would feel like to take a cock, Mark bet, since most of these students probably hadn’t had much experien—nope! Control! After this class I can jack off in the bathroom.

“Right! Well, let’s get to our syllabus!” Mark said. There were a few moans of disappointment, but others… They looked at him…

And submissively, there was no other way to put it, reached out to open up the class syllabus.

Mark sighed. He was still hard, precum staining his clothes, but it wouldn’t be as obvious as if he’d actually cum…nor as wasteful as not cumming in a woman’s tight channel, his semen preparing to fuck her pregnant, as she looked up at him—

“Ah yes!” He broke off that chain of thought, looking at the silent, obedient girls in front of him. “Now let’s get to what we’ll be doing over the rest of the Semester…”