Another brisk autumn dawn peaked over the trees on campus as the students readied their easels. It was the first class in the Figure Drawing course where the professor had brought in a model, and the apprehension in the air was palpable. Many of the students nervously glanced around the room, trying to find who the model was meant to be. As they got their equipment set up and Professor Craver took them through a few warm-up sketches, a tall, lanky young man stepped into the room, clad in a light blue robe.

"Ah yes! Here he is. A bit late, but just in time for us to begin," said Ms. Craver as she approached the class' muse, her enormous bust bouncing gently with each step. "Now if you'd just step up on the middle platform, we'll go through a few quick poses to start with..." she directed as the man reluctantly shuffled onto the middle stage. Craver impatiently waves her hand, gesturing for him to disrobe so that the class may begin. The robe slinks off, and the model places it on the desk next to him on the platform.

His thin frame was only accented by a slight definition in his muscles, a lean build that complimented his shy demeanor. However, as he turned to face the professor once again, hushed gasps whispered around the drawing circle. A gargantuan shaft swings heavily between his legs. It hangs down past his knees, thick and fat. As the model moves into the poses, the class attempts to avoid glances at the monstrous member. The model strains, trying to keep his own eyes averted from the young, curvy students and huge cleavage of the professor.

Moving into the final long pose, the lanky, otherworldly-endowed model leans back onto the desk, his tremendous shaft flopped over the edge. While the students begin their final drawing, time seemingly passes even slower. Unable to resist, the model steals a glance at the circle of students, eyes landing on the several voluptuous female students as their eyes grow wide. The massive serpentine member had begun to inflate, reaching out past his knees and standing up slowly. It was struggling against its own head to raise up as the drawing circle started to realize, and stare in horror as the transformation begins...

So this is the kinda basic kinda cliche prompt I'm looking to rp. I will play the model, and you can feel free to choose your own character, whether that be one of the students of your own description, or the massively busty Professor Craver. I'm also open to ageplay and expansion. Feel free to message whenever you see this post, I check constantly! Thanks for reading, and I hope to rp with you soon ;)