Fertility Idol 5a

The next morning, Mark got up early, ate breakfast and headed out.

Best to be there early.

Just in case they had early students, because even if you weren’t supposed to be there, nothing annoyed a professor like a bunch of students standing outside of the class. As Mark walked through the campus, he noticed more of the little flowers.

Spreading fast, he thought. Either the grounds people were gonna be happy, if the management liked it, or they were going to hate life when they were ordered to remove them.

As he passed the park, Mark saw that a little band of demonstrators had gathered, only smaller than the last time.

Well, it made sense, they were now in school after all, so Mark bet that the only ones free were those who didn’t have morning classes.

Still, it was nice to watch without obviously watching, because some of them were kinda… jiggly as they jumped up and down.

Man, did they pick all the big titted girls for the demonstration? You know what, what the hell, I’ll ask what the problem is. I’ve got time.

Mark crossed the little road and paused at the entrance to the park. There were about a dozen women protesting, waving signs, some labeled: ART, NOT PORN and others with a picture of the statue with a red line drawn through it.

Mark looked around and saw one woman who was resting by the side, her sign leaning up against a bike rack.

She was short, blond hair and blue eyes adding to a really curvy figure. A short skirt did nothing to disguise her full ass, while her V-neck sweater was stretched out by a pair of impressive jugs.

“So, what’s the issue?”  Mark asked. “I mean, sure it’s a… sort of, naked statue, gbut we see those in museums all the time.”

“What?” she asked, looking up at him, blue eyes wide. “You can’t tell?”

“I mean, no, since I had to walk around statues like this for my art class in undergrad. Mark, by the way.”

“Sheila.” She stared at him, her expression annoyed. “You really can’t tell.”

“Enlighten me.”

She took a deep breath, and Mark noticed some of the other girls were also looking at him. Some annoyed, some like… they were checking him out? He saw one, a tanned Latina, stare at him, then she blushed and got back to waving her sign.

“Look, it’s not like an…an artistic statue. It’s… it’s just… look at her tits!” she said, gesturing back to the park, the statue’s location out of sight.

“Uh, Greek statues have that…”

“But not like hers!” Sheila said.

Okay, gotta agree with you there.

“And the rest of her, her belly, those hips… That expression!” She paused. “She’s telling us that our destiny is to be… be mothers… be breeders… be…” She licked her lips, and suddenly Mark was reminded of Dr. Cho’s expression. “Be made…made into what some man… Accept what he…puts… in…” Her face flushed, and even through her sweater, Mark noticed her hardening nipples.

Then she shook her head, blushing. “No, that’s… I mean, it’s just something we can’t accept, no matter what!”

Mark nodded. Then he blinked. Oh Shit. Getting an erection here would not be a good idea.

“Well, I can see your point.” And those tits and hips. “But I need to head on off now. Good luck!”

As Mark turned and left, he noticed that she’d gotten her sign and was joining with the others, waving it enthusiastically her body jiggling in a… really nerve wracking counterpoint.

Time to get to class. Time to get to class.

And not show off Mr. Happy in front of his two lab classes.

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I'm cutting this into two parts, because there's supposed to be some images, and my computer, which started at 5PM on an update that was supposed to last 30 minutes is still... updating. So I put the first part out from my laptop and the second part, along with the images, will be out tomorrow. Hopefully7.