Professor Jamie Dolton looks like he should be posing for a black-and-white Old Spice or Calvin Klein ad. At least that’s what he’s been told. His silver hair with the remains of dark brown blended into it is distinguished. He has it tussled but in a very organized way. Taking on the look of ocean waves crashing into the beach sand. The dark of his eyebrows is sympathetically lined above his eyes with the dark, dark hair that make his crystal blue eyes burn through. He also has a salt-and-pepper beard lightly defined around his jawline and going around his mouth that paints his features into this model chic. It’s like the musk of salt water spayed around the lightly tanned skin. He also has a tightly defined physique. It’s slightly bulky, strong, and muscular, and enough definition to give his build outlining into the shape of his clothes he always wears that is just tight enough to show his body shape, but only a hint.

“Professor?”

Not the voice he wants to hear.

Professor Dolton sighs and looks up to Randall. He’s standing there with his hands twiddling and he’s lifting up back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Randall. You’re not in my class, anymore, remember?”

“I, um, I know,” Randall sighs, nervously laughing. The curls of his dusty brown hair look a little more unkempt. He hasn’t kept up well. But that’s not Professor Dolton’s problem.

“Look, I wasn’t there,” Randall says. Regarding a fraternity prank that drove a fellow student off campus. They’d revealed some pretty personal secrets and the student just couldn’t be at the University anymore. He left to go back home and said he’d return to another campus in the fall. But the damage had been done.

And actually, the professor knew he wasn’t there. But he was pretty much the fall guy. He, unfortunately, is not only good friends with the people that did pull the prank but is part of the fraternity. In fact, he’s the one that turned them in. But the media was wanting everyone to pay. This meant Randall. And the professor is not about to sacrifice his reputation or position for some kid who doesn’t know better than to be involved with such a nefarious crowd.

“Randall, it’s done. I’m sorry, you can’t be here. I’m going to need to call security.”

“Please, Professor, I have nothing,” Randall says, putting his hands up. He can see tears well up in Randall’s gray-green eyes. “You know as well I do I didn’t deserve this. Please.”

“I’m sorry, ugh, Randall,” the professor says with some pangs of guilt.

Randall must have sensed this, because he then says, “If I can just sit in, I’ll, I’ll even go to the back, I don’t care.”

The professor turns his expression steely and emotionless. He is not risk ruining any of his reputation for this guy, even if he is innocent.

“You knew the consequences.”

Randall was about to start speaking.

“I will call security. Please leave,” he says sternly.

Randall looks down and runs off. The desperation of his slight cries cringes into the air and it makes the professor even more guilty for at least a minute. But he reminds himself the importance of his reputation.

He looks up and sees students beginning to fill in as Randall leaves through the front door. Some of the students look concerned while others ask what’s wrong, but he doesn’t answer and just flies past all of them.

The professor goes to the podium and begins gathering his material for the day. He looks up and sees some still arriving and finding seats. He looks to the clock as he walks away from the podium and to the front of his desk, facing everyone. There’s a few minutes before class starts.

Today, there’s a guest speaker, but he hasn’t seen him, yet. And there’s only about a minute left. He doesn’t like that any of his time will be wasted. So, if the speaker isn’t here on the dot, he’s going start without him. He’ll introduce the speaker, still, but will go about his lesson for the day until he arrives.

The clock strikes 8. He looks up and opens his mouth prepared to exhale his voice.

“Good morning, professor,” a voice says. He looks around as well as the other students. He looks up to the intercom, confused.

“Okay,” the professor says. “I’m not sure who just said that, but, um, good morning to you, too,” he says, looking out into the crowd. There’s some laughter. “So, today___”

“As a professor, you must realize the importance of teaching,” the voice says.

That, Professor Dolton didn’t much appreciate. “Okay, who’s saying this?” the professor asks looking out into this class. All of the students look confused. He’s sure it’s one of them. Maybe one of them can throw their voice.

“I realize this must be confusing for you, but today, I am here to show you and the class that you do not need much of anything to realize the power of teaching.”

“Okay, is this the guest speaker? If so, can you come out and play with the rest of the class?” he says, chuckling. “It’s not fair that no one can see you.”

“Oh, professor, you see, teaching is all around you. You as a leader of knowledge must know that nothing is as important as the words you relate.”

“This is not funny,” he says looking around. The students look to each other, now, some laughing. Some having a worried expression. Some just looking forward with a face that says how ridiculous this is.

“First, a professor knows how to stand. Straight and hands off to the side ready to express the lessons he is about to give.”

“Okay, I don’t know what is going on here,” the professor says out into the class, “but whoever’s doing this needs to stop. If the Dean put you up to this, it is not funny.”

He looks down and realizes that he is standing with his hands to his sides. He can move fine, but for some reason, he just stays like that.

He arches an eyebrow.

“A professor, a teacher, has much power in their personality and everything they give. They just need the power of their own words. They don’t need fancy computers.”

He hears a noise behind him. It’s almost like a hollow clicking sound. The students widen their eyes, and each have a genuine expression of shock.

He’s able to look behind him, but oddly, still stands up front with his hands to his sides. His computer that was on his desk. It’s gone.

Now, he’s pissed and he’s about to start raging. Then the voice says, “they don’t need their lesson plans.”

This is getting weird.

He wants to start looking around, seeing who’s doing this, but for some reason, he’s staying in the same place, still with his hands to his sides.

He looks down and even sees the papers he had in his left hand are gone now, too.

“Okay, who’s doing this?” Professor Dolton says, looking around the now confused class.

“No one’s really doing this, Professor. I’m just showing you how effective you can be as someone leading people. You, yourself, as the man you are and accompanied by just your personality and the words you carry. You don’t need all that much. Like that podium or chair.”

There are some gasps from the class as Professor Dolton hears that hollow clicking sound twice, now. It occurred after the voice said podium and then again after it said chair.

He tries to look behind him but is betting those are gone, now, too.

What the fuck?

“This is absurd!” Professor Dolton exclaims as he looks up to the class, his mouth agape.

“Oh, Professor,” the voice says. “I’m just showing you how effective you are as a person. Why, you don’t even need that desk.”

This time, after the hollow clicking sound, he hears things fall and clatter to the floor, causing him to flinch. He heard all of his items fall to the floor.

He’s about to object when the voice says, “you don’t need that watch you have on.”

Again the clicking sound as he looks down and his watch is gone. He looks around his class and tries to make sense of this. “This is____”

The voice interrupts and says, “Or those shoes.”

He drops a little to the floor as he gasps. His shoes or gone.

“Those socks.”

Pop. And now the socks are gone and he can suddenly feel the cold floor beneath his feet. His students are looking confused and some have a small smile on their face. He can even begin to hear some slight laughter. Not good.

“Those glasses.”

Within an instant, his vision goes slightly blurry. He can still see without his glasses, but they help and keep things in focus.

“Now, wait a minute,” the professor says.

“Or that belt.”

Clicking sound again. He can move his hands up to his pants and suddenly doesn’t feel any kind of belt in the loop.

“Okay, I get it!” The professor says. “You can stop now.”

“Or the buttons on that shirt.”

Suddenly, he can feel the air in the middle of his chest wisping against the grey and dark chest hair shaped against his solid pec muscles and rippled overtop his stomach and abdomen.

“YOU CAN STOP NOW!” the professor exclaims as his students start to look shocked.

“In fact, you don’t need the shirt at all.”

“NO!” the professor yells and he suddenly feels the air all around his now bare chest and back. The hair is extending over his shoulders and trails down the very defined muscles on his back. The class could now see how rugged his upper body is. His heart is beating a little faster as his nerves are beginning to unravel. There’s a slight embarrassment starting to well up in him. “Um, okay, okay, mysterious voice guy. I get it. I’m a good professor and all I need are my essentials. Can I get back to teaching my class?”

“Of course,” the voice says as relief jumps up into him. He’s still a little nervous because he still can’t entirely move from the position he’s in.

“Um, I think you forgot something,” he says looking up.

There’s actually some stifled laughter, now, from his class.

He arches his eyebrow in frustration, but it mainly clenching onto his feeling of humiliation.

“You can teach all day long,” the voice says. “You are great as just you.”

“Thank you,” he says, bowing his head a little. Although he finds he still can’t move around too much. “Um, do you mind?” he says extending his hands and looking up, still trying to see where the voice is coming from.

“Not at all. Professors of your caliber don’t need too much. In fact, you don’t need___”

“NO!” the professor yells looking up out of a panic.

“That white board behind you.”

Pop.

He looks behind him and the board is gone. There are now some gasps in the class.

A bit of relief eases into him, but it settles into a rather discomforting unrest that he refuses to let go of until he can actually move around.

“Or the button on those pants.”

Pop.
He dashes his head to the front and looks at his class, widening his eyes. Some students are hiding their faces while others are red faced and others are laughing a bit.

He darts his head down and sees the button on his pants has now vanished and there’s nothing in the horizontal slit. The very top of his pants have curled open and there is a dark elastic waistband peeking through that is his underwear.

“Okay, I, um, I get the point,” Professor Dolton says nervously. “I’m a great professor, I don’t need much. Point proven. Can I move on, now?” his voice cracks through.

“You are leading his nation and can go on by the very power of your presence. And you’re correct, you don’t need much, like that zipper.”

This time the hollow click that pops into the air is accompanied by a zipper sound that is descending as if it’s being pulled down. He can feel his pants have popped open at the zipper and when he looks down, the zipper is gone. Now, more of his dark underwear is seen. The fabric is clearly shown beneath his pants and it swells near the bottom where his penis is securely held in.

“Ummmm,” is all the professor manages to say while swaying his arms from side to side and moving his legs to the extent that he can with nervous, periodic movements.

“Now, don’t you see professor, don’t you see how you can help the world?”

“Yep, I got it. We’re all good here,” he says emphatically moving his head up and down as red begins to flush through his cheeks.

He can see some of the class is taking notice of his upper torso. The bulk of muscle defined through the length of his arms and his thick chest hair merges between gray and dark as it extends down his chest and his stomach that is concretely rippled with the strong abs that can clearly be seen beneath the hair heavily sprouted from his skin tightly shaped over his muscles.

“Good,” the voice says. “I’m glad you understand. So, you won’t be needing those pants.”

He can feel the very instant they vanish. He looks down and sees he’s just in his underwear. There’s a series of gasps that deeply inhale through his class.

He wants to curl his hands over his crotch or at least his stomach but can’t.

He has very strong calves and every one can now see he’s hairy everywhere. The dark hairs are ruggedly layed out overtop his calves emboldened with solid muscle extending all the way up to his dark blue briefs. And his briefs are swelled, tightly, over his rounded and high butt cheeks, and the bottom of his round ass is seen. Hair gets slightly darker as it extends into the bulge of his underwear.

“Okay, this is great. Really, it’s fan-fuckin-tastic. I get it. Can I move on with my day?”

“You can always move on with your day, professor,” the voice says. “Look at how defined and professional you are. Although, you would be more professional if you stood up straight.”

He jolts his body up and his arms are now tightly held at the sides of his body.

“See how much better that is, professor.”

“Um, ye-yes. Yes, I do.” He practically exhales his words. His voice is fading through like this nervous strand that is unfurling from the base of his throat.

“Great. See, professor, you don’t need much. Don’t you look great standing there in just your bare essentials?”

“Yep,” the professor agrees, quickly, “yes, I do.”

“Although, it’s not entirely your bare essentials, is it?”

“Um, well, yes, yes, it is,” Professor Dolton says in almost a pleading voice. “Don’t you see, I’m confident. I’m confident and ready to start the day,” he says more loudly in a demanding voice.

“Well, you certainly sound it,” the voice says. “And that is a great pair of underwear you are standing in.”

“Um, great, thank you,” the professor says with red beginning to flush into his cheeks.

“I don’t know, though, professor. You are suddenly certainly not acting confident. I’m wondering if even need to be wearing that pair of underwear.”

He widens his eyes. “Um, yes, yes I do. I’m sure I can teach.”

“Well, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Great, um, well, class,” he says looking around trying to keep his composure. Sweat begins to collect at his forehead.

“Why are you sweating, professor. Do you need to cool down? Maybe___”

“NO! No, I’m good. Really, I can go on.” He says looking around.

Some of his class is smiling. Most are now looking straight at him, amused. His stomach is sinking.

“I don’t know professor. I think you’d be much more comfortable standing in nothing but your potential.”

“I’m good, really,” the professor says. “I’m fuckin’ great, man. Truly.”

“No, I think you’ll benefit a lot from being in your natural state.”

“No, truly, I’m fine. It’s all great.”

He hears now laughter coming from the class.

“No, professor, I really don’t think you need that underwear.”

And then, pop.

“Oh, my God,” someone exclaims as others take an even bigger gasp.

He can feel his dick drop and sway slightly. He widens his eyes and is able to slowly look down.

Everything is revealed, now. How his body hair gets even darker as it merges into his pubic region and is heavily grown out into this bush just above the long, thick shaft of his dick and the skin of his circumcised penis pulled up above his helmet where the red bulbous shape is in clear view from the slit at the base of it. His testicles are hanging beneath his dick and hang like two marbles stretched into skin that connects into his dick.

The two boulders of his glutes are perfectly rounded. Hair is everywhere. All over his ass, his legs, his arms, grizzled over his muscular shape.