Fart story one-shots 2!

EXOTIC BIOLOGY 101 CH. 03

Story Archiver here, the previous part (CH 02) was decided to be cut off so ill post the link here if your interested

Link: https://www.literotica.com/s/exotic-biology-101-ch-02

My name's Emily. In most ways, I'm an ordinary Biology student. I go to a small college in New York, near the Canadian border.

A few months ago, my life was perfectly normal.

And then my best friend Roweena stole an experimental dick-plant, which was full of strange cum. We decided to play with it. Soon, I found myself having one bizarre experience after another. One time, I had a one-day pregnancy and gave birth to slugs. Another time, I briefly acquired a green penis. You get the idea.

I've always been anxious about my classwork. Last week, during one of my freakish adventures, I'd completely skipped Biology class for a few days. I visited my professor, Dr. Vilsark, to ask about the material I'd missed.

Then my life got weird again.

* * *

"Lock the door, Emily."

My Biology professor watched me from behind her desk. The two of us were alone in her tiny faculty office, with a small dick-plant on the windowsill.

Nervously, I turned and locked the office door. When I looked back, I saw that Dr. Vilsark was unbuttoning her blouse.

"Dr. V?" I asked quietly.

"I'm not an idiot, you know," she said, looking down. She was undoing one button after another. "One of Dr. Willow's plants got stolen. Immediately, you started missing class..."

"Uh." I blushed. "I don't know what you're implying -"

"I'm working on my own experiments now," she said, ignoring me. "They're very private, of course. But you've seen one secret project already, so..."

Dr. Vilsark opened her blouse, revealing a nursing bra.

"Dr. V!" I gasped. I spun away, embarrassed.

"Don't be shy, Emily," I heard her say. A note of excitement crept into her voice. "Actually, I think you'll find my research very interesting!"

Dr. Vilsark was an elegant 40-something woman with short, greying black hair. Despite the raunchy jokes she made in class, she was obviously a brilliant scientist and teacher. She spoke often about her stay-at-home husband and three kids. One day, I wanted to be just like her.

A pale, green light suddenly filled the room.

As I turned back around slowly, I saw that Dr. Vilsark had exposed her left breast. Immediately, my eyes widened.

"What the...?"

My professor's breast was bright green. A network of veins pulsated beneath her skin, giving off an unnatural light. She stood up from behind her desk, blouse hanging open, with her hands on her hips.

"How...?" I stammered.

Dr. V smiled, amused by my reaction. "This was an unexpected result," she explained.

I blinked in amazement. Her breast looked heavy, with a prominent nipple that glowed like a small, green lightbulb. It throbbed visibly with her heartbeat.

"How did this happen?" I managed to ask.

She shrugged, unembarrassed, and walked around her desk towards me. Her exposed breast bounced inside the nursing bra, casting odd shadows on the wall.

"I was testing an old theory on myself," she said. "It's actually the framework behind the plant." She glanced towards the windowsill, then gave me a sly look. "You know, the plant you've been experimenting with."