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Twin Ridges College: despite it's fancy name it was really just a regular university, same sorts of lectures, same sorts of students, same sorts of teachers, well, for the most part.

Hurriedly scrambling to get across campus was one of the college's more... unique residents, Prolly. Prolly stood out for quite a number of reasons, but the biggest, or perhaps in this case the smallest of those reasons was his size. Standing at three and a half feet, the pale orc didn't reach the height of -any- of his fellow students, and that's even accounting for the little guy's impressive, light-blue afro, which he made sure to keep meticulous at all times. Prolly, though, never let his diminutive size get him down, infact, he absolutely -adored- being such so compact, but we'll touch more on that later. Besides this his heritage had given him slightly-longer, pointed ears, long whiskers and 'tusks', though more akin to just large, sharp canines than anything else. He also had a long, skinny tail that matched his hair.

Anyway, the reason he was dashing toward the Botany Centre, you see, despite being a capable student, Prolly was pretty indifferent when it came to his studies. He was the type of student who managed to get C's and even the occasional B without really having to pay all that much attention, the orc spending much of his lecture time glued to his phone or simply just falling asleep. There was however one class where it was as if he was a different person, Botany. Every lecture Prolly would make sure to sit right up front, ask for help often and never let his gaze wander from the professor. So what was it that made the little guy so interested in Botany?

Well, it wasn't so much as a 'what', rather than a 'who'. You see Prolly wasn't all -that- interested in the subject of Botany itself, but instead absolutely -obsessed- with the rather fetching gogoat teaching it. Fredrick Hillsman, a man just a little bit past his prime in terms of age, he was certainly something else in the eyes of Prolly. For one thing, Mr Hillsman was ridiculously-tall even by a normal person's standards, but for Prolly, well, the pale orc could barely even reach his professor's waist! There was also the fact that Fredrick had simply-gargantuan muscles, I mean serious muscles on muscles, the man must have worked out for -years- to obtain such definition, thickness and mass, and even the smart, professional clothing he always wore highlighted every ridge, every curve, every bulge of his tantalising physique. You couldn't reach blame Prolly for spending all his time in those lectures ogling rather than really listening, especially with Mr Hillsman's choice of shirts: smartly-patterned sweatervests, not unusual for a male professor, but cut deliciously-low, giving a wondrous view of the tops of his solid, ripped pectorals, adorned with a thick layer of greying fuzz. That was of course not also mentioning the deep crevasse that divided those meaty plains. Often with his eyes glued to that chasm, Prolly's mind would often race with lewd images of he himself wedged deep in there, feeling those powerful muscles around him, breathing in his teacher's deep, rich aroma~

Ahem, anyway! The -reason- that he was rushing towards the Botany building was, funnily enough, to meet with his beefy professor, not for anything untoward of course, well, laying eyes upon his goliath assets again was certainly icing on the cake, but what he really needed was some serious help with his studies. Due to spending almost every second of lecture-time gawking at the man's hefty tracts of land, he couldn't absorb even a single ounce of knowledge, and thus was hopelessly failing. Whilst he usually wasn't all too fussed about doing particularly well in class, he didn't -really- want to fail a subject either.

Finally arriving at the large building, he ran through the double doors and peered around, looking for the massive lecture hall, which also partly doubled as a greenhouse. Spotting it at the end of the hall where it always was, he practically catapulted himself through the door, nearly running right into his professor.

"Gah!" Prolly yelped as he veered away from the titanic stud at the last minute, falling over himself and landing in a heap on the floor next to him.

Fredrick quirked a brow, normally he'd be concerned for a student collapsing on the ground, but by now he was used to the orc's... excitable behaviour. Sighing silently to himself he spoke in his deep, manly voice, "Can I help you with something Prolly?" he asked as he reached down, gently taking ahold of the little guy arm's and assisting him onto his feet.

Brushing himself off and peering up to look Fredrick in the eyes, a dark blush would quickly appear on the pale orc's face. He could barely even see his teacher's chiselled face with that chest in the way, those slabs pushed so far out from him that it was a miracle Prolly could even see the top of the larger man's head.

"Eeh, w-well you see I eeh... ," the much smaller man stumbled over his words, repeatedly opened and closed his mouth and waved his little arms about wildly in the air, but the sight of that goliath rack, and possibly a little to do with only being crotch height to his professor, meant he simply couldn't keep his cool.

Fredrick offered Prolly a reassuring smile, "Is this about how you've been doing in class?" he asked, the pale orc nodding quickly.

"Yeah! I mean, I know I've not been doing that great, so I figured I'd come see you for some help," the little guy managed to splutter out, though try as he might to keep his gaze firmly planed on the... top of his teacher's head, it would always fall back to those awe-inspiring fields of muscle which filled that sweatervest out so wonderfully.

"Ah, yes, I thought as much. I don't quite understand it myself though, I mean you attend every lesson without fail, you always seem so attentive when you're in class, I can only think that perhaps there's something that is... distracting... you," the colossal gogoat had glanced down at the orc, only now finally noticing that he wasn't even listening to a word he was saying, the tiny man just salivating at the sight of his professor's chest and how those obscenely-thick melons bounced and jiggled a little whenever the larger man spoke.

Mr Hillsman sighed again softly to himself, Prolly letting out a little squeal as it caused those mighty peaks to bounce particularly heavily.

"Prolly, I -think- I may have discovered the issue," he said, before deciding to test out his theory. Letting out a low grunt he flexed, tensing his huge pecs and forcing them to greatly expand in size, at least doubling their thickness and putting his poor clothing under even more strain.

The pale orc's jaw dropped, watching all that beef swell even more greatly in size as it tried to fight it's way out of it's feeble cloth prison, well, he already had a major boner by this point, but now he was having to do everything he could not to shoot right then and there.

Fredrick nodded confidently to himself, relaxing his chest, much to the orc's horror, "Mmh, yes, it seems you're... enamoured by me, or at the very least my chest," still he made sure to keep a warm smile on his lips, though Prolly wouldn't have been able to see it even -if- he was looking at his teacher's face. "This certainly is a... tricky situation, but I suppose you -have- shown that you truly seek to improve your performance, it's surprisingly rare a student comes to see me for help improving, especially in their free time," despite being pretty certain his words were falling on deaf ears, he continued, "If you'd like, I'd be willing to let you... fulfil your desires with them, if it would help you concentrate more in class," he nodded again.

Well, somehow the orc honed in on that last sentence, his body freezing up as his mind slowly computed actually what he had just heard. Mr Hillsman, sexiest man alive, was actually... -letting- him play with those badboys?! Prolly teetered from side to side, feeling more than a little faint as the information sunk in.

Fredrick rose his brow again, but put it down to Prolly's usual hyperness. The hunky professor turned on his heel, heading towards a large door of to the large hall's side, "Come, we should have some privacy while we do this," he squeezed his immense body into his office, ushering for Prolly to follow after him, but as he turned back the orc was nowhere to be seen! "Ehm... Prolly?" the gogoat peered around briefly, before slowly turning back to his office, quickly spotting a -very- excited-looking orc hopping up and down on his desk with grabbing hands, "Oh! Well eeh... very good, so...," Fredrick fished through his pockets, pulling out a small key which he used to quickly lock the door behind himself.

The office actually had more the look of a study than anything else, huge bookcases lining most of the walls, heavy wooden beams adorning the high ceiling and a beautifully-ornate globe atop the professor's rich, mahogany desk, papers strewn about over it. There was even a gilded fireplace at one end of the room, the only part of the office that wasn't stuffed with papers and books.

Fredrick turned back to his desk, walking over to it, and to the tiny orc still excitedly hopping on top of it. He took ahold of his smartly-patterned vest and began pulling it off over his head, the sheer heft of his chest though making it much more tricky than it should have been. Prolly though just stopped his hopping and gazed transfixed as those heavenly, hairy plains came into view. While the gogoat did wear a white buttoned shirt underneath it, he never actually had it buttoned up, mainly because the few times he had ever managed to, it would simply burst right open again with the slightest flex. Because of this, the pale orc would soon be met with the glorious sight of his teacher's colossal rack in all it's entirety; huge, vast plains that pushed out impressively from Fredrick's already-goliath frame, those great tracts of land coated in a layer of grey fuzz, Prolly's hands idly twitching as he stared. As he quickly spotted those massive, dark nipples jutting from the professor's substantial pecs, he'd immediately begin to salivate, doing little to hide his awe from the massive man. Of course Fredrick noticed this, a slight redness crossing his face at just how bewitched the orc was by his thick jugs, and after he pulled off his shirt, he stood right before him, his furry plains only a couple of inches away from Prolly.

The pale orc's nose twitched as his teacher closed the gap between them, catching a whiff of the hunk's exquisite, intoxicating scent, a rich, heady musk that practically surrounded the tiny male, only exciting him even more, if such a thing were even possible. Without warning Prolly lunged forward, draping his comparatively-small body over Mr Hillsman, or rather over his chest, and humping like mad, mashing his painfully-hard tent into the dark abyss between those hills.

Fredrick groaned out in content, his light blush deepening at the sight and feel, it was easy to tell that the orc must have been dreaming about this day for quite some time.

"Nngh, Prolly, don't... don't hold back, I mean it," he said, and the much smaller man instantly took him up on the offer, burying his face between Fredrick's giant man-tiddies and messily motorboating them. As he rapidly moved his face side to side, his head would slowly begin to sink deeper into Mt Hillsman's cleavage, until only part of his afro was peeking out from between them, Prolly busily licking and lapping over whatever he could reach of that hairy, sweaty valley.

The hulking beefcake was panting now, his pants showing an almighty bulge snaking down one of his legs, hugely-thick and leaking a plethora of precum. Grunting out again he flexed his obscene pectorals for Prolly, who let out a delighted squeal as he felt those solid slabs expand rapidly around his head, his hands stroking far and wide through the fine fur coating his teacher's behemoth beef.

"Mmmph~ D-Damn...," the gogoat reached down with one hand, stroking back and forth over the first couple of feet of his clothed erection, his heavy breaths causing his chest to heave even more strongly against the little guy.

Prolly though just pulled back, well, tried to, with Mr Hillsman still flexing he was practically trapped, the orc almost cartoonishly trying to squeeze his head back out until with \ **POP* *, he finally managed it. Taking the chance to catch some fresh air, he was already heading for his next target, one of those fat, throbbing nipples, licking his lips as he neared.

"P-Prolly you may want to be more gentle with th-NGAAAAHH!" the botany professor arched his rippling back as he roared out in bliss; rather than starting slow, Prolly had almost unhinged his jaw and merrily taken that entire, pulsing nub into his hungry mouth, the student letting out a muffled moan which vibrated through that swollen pad of flesh. Without wasting a moment he lashed his tongue over it a few times and began suckling on the meaty teat, Fredrick's eyes bulging from their sockets at the sheer force, despite the orc's tiny size it was as if someone had taken a plunger to his tit, and already he felt an all-too-familiar tightness filling his chest.

"Nnngh, P-Prolly...," the professor panted heavily, trying his best to hold back as his huge teats pulsed and his gargantuan cock throbbed dangerously, his humongous, furry balls tightening as he neared his limit. The much smaller guy though only continued piling on the worship, bobbing his head up and down on his teacher's giant nipple, his little tusks grazing that fat pad of flesh each time, and rather than causing pain, it only brought Fredrick to new heights of pleasure, "Aah, I'm... about to..."

The tiny whiskered student's ears twitched at this, a soft, muffled purr echoing from him through the gogoat's expansive chest as he crammed his mouth completely full of thick nub and bit down as hard as he could. Of course he'd barely make so much as a dent in Mr Hillsman's pulsating nub, but the powerful sensation it made, echoing through the man's titanic body, was enough to drain any stamina he had left, and threw him far over the edge.

"Ffffff- Aaaannngh, Prolly!" the giant yelled the orc's name as he tensed his entire body, his already-oversized musculature bulging out even more obscenely as his cock erupted with cum, which poured down his leg and began collecting as an impressive pool on the office floor. What excited Prolly more though was the rock-hard teat in his mouth immediately releasing it's own veritable flood, a cascade of warm, rich and deliciously-addictive cream surging out in absurd quantities. Gulping down as much as he could of his teacher's torrent of milk, Prolly's cheeks ballooned out massively, but much of the ambrosia blasted out around his mouth, soaking the titanic tit he was barely managing to stay latched onto. The other nub was completely coating the professor's desk, even reaching the large bookcase behind it, blasting dozens of books in the thick, creamy goo.

This would carry on for several minutes, easily long enough for the entire floor to be lost beneath a couple inches of Fredrick's tar-like cum, and way past the point where most of the room's furniture was dripping in his delectable dairy. Eventually though it would finally cease, the botany teacher left looking much more unkempt after the ordeal, trying desperately to catch his breath as he looked around, his brow furrowing.

"P-Perhaps it has been... too long... since I last did this," he knew all too well how long it was going to take to clean this mess up, and it was only then that he remembered his student. He quickly glanced down, only to see a happily-snoring Prolly still clinging to his chest, the pale orc slowly sucking on that softening nipple while he dreamt. Mr Hillsman sighed to himself, but wore a wide smile, "I don't think this plan worked very well," he admitted, fully-aware that this was certain to become a regular occurrence.