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  1. Muscleace

    The Sucess

    This is a collab with Mr. Cavanaugh. You can see his perspective here. – Dexter Klein was not a failure. Not even in the gym class he was sweating his balls off in. Dexter worked his ass off in every class he was in to get the best grade. He wasn’t naturally smart like a lot of the nerds. He had to put in a lot of work, and maybe a little something else, to make good grades. This is why he has been so frustrated with Coach Montana and his damn physical education class. He respected most of his teachers for what they did, but Coach Montana was not one of them. The man’s motto, “real men are forged in fire,” only applied to his football team. Dexter could see the look of contempt Coach Montana had for every other man in his P.E. classes. He would run them into the ground, then only give good grades to the jocks. After all, the school only really cared for its sports teams and the fame they brought. Many students complained about Coach Montana’s harsh treatment, but Dexter kept his mouth shut. He wanted to get a decent grade and just not have to deal with it. However after getting a C on his last report card, Dexter wasn’t going to take the torture any more. Especially after having to take shit from Coach Montana’s star player and nothing being done. Not even trying to fake solving the problem. His glaring must have caught the coach’s eye as they ran, causing the big man to bark out orders for more laps. That pushed any trepidation he had out of his mind. Locking eyes with the Coach Montana, he felt it, the connection. He had used it a few times before to take some knowledge from a few nerds to pass a test, but he had never tried something this big before. Suddenly, Dexter felt the burst of energy and he began to pick up his running pace. He felt good. Dexter made sure to make his connection everyday, even the days he didn’t have P.E. class. He could hide pretty well among the other students for now. The first day’s target was Coach Montana’s masculinity. He started by slowly shrinking the coach’s balls, while his own swelled. He had to constantly adjust his crotch as the day went on. Those matters were not helped when he started stealing the coach’s cock length and girth either. He had to giggle to himself in English class at the thought of Montana’s normal gym shorts’ bulge now being flat. He even wondered how long it would take the arrogant man to notice. The second day he remembered to wear loose fitting shoes and clothes. He knew he would have to steal only a little bit of height each day as to not raise too high a suspicion, but Dexter couldn’t help but have a little fun. He sucked a few inches off of Coach Montana’s 6’3” stature, but had some other plans too. Carefully he began to focus on the man’s hands and feet. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, realizing he didn’t control how much he took. Dexter stared at the mitt-like hands he now had and the crushed bits of pencil that littered his sausage-like fingers. And his shoes felt so tight. He had bought a pair of size 14s on sale in advance, but the shoes were straining to contain his now much meatier feet. Thankfully, the clomping his shoes made as he walked was covered up by the movements of other students. He did have to laugh as he watched Coach Montana struggle to maintain some semblance of his normally cocky stride. Wednesday brought P.E. class again. Dexter confidently strode into the gym and looked over at his victim. He could clearly see the effects of the masculinity drain already. The coach looked much more tired after his usual pre-class workout. Even his voice sounded weaker as he called roll and began to outline what the class would be doing that day. Dexter knew it was his chance to make his first big move: muscles. He greatly restrained himself as he mentally focused on his coach’s muscles and strength. Coach Montana rubbed his biceps tenderly as he grabbed a few balls, before clumsily dropping them to the ground. He cursed and when he heard chuckles, he called for laps. Dexter didn’t mind at all. It was only after class he heard some yelling coming from the coach’s office, and his smile only grew wider. The next morning Dexter actually was up early and brimming with energy. He felt so good that he went out for a morning run for the first time, and it felt great. He loved the feeling of his new muscles moving. Not to mention how tight all his shirts felt on him. It exhilarated him. Dexter got a little more creative on the fourth day by stealing some of the coach’s age. Not much showed, but another inch, more body hair, and some more masculine features certainly made him more noticeable as he strode through the crowd of students he was once swallowed in. Friday was a bust. Dexter did not expect Coach Montana to actually give in and take a sick day. He was still able to drain the coach, but the connection was much weaker. As the day went on and he felt more power slowly flow into him, he relaxed. He would take care of the rest on the weekend. In the meanwhile, he enjoyed showing off his new form. Watching his sleeves strain, his neckline bulge with hairy pecs, watching the twinks quiver as he talked to them. He could rule this school if he wanted to, and he did, but he had some different plans. Saturday was spent flexing and jerking off to the changes still coming to him through the faint connection. When he wasn’t self-indulging, he was making his plans. Everything would change tomorrow and he could never go back to school the way he was now. He looked to be like an off-season physique model in his late twenties. He looked hot, but it wasn’t enough. Sunday was the day for action. He wore skin tight clothes, even a button-up to show off how big his pecs were, and an air of confidence. Dexter strutted up the the door and rapped his knuckles against it, waiting for his prey to come. When the door opened to reveal the shrunken coach, he grinned like the Chesire cat. He immediately remade the connection that had weakened with renewed strength and began sucking more from Coach Montana. Dominance, knowledge of sports and exercise, sex. He was going to take it all. Dexter pushed his way way with a smirk, watching the smaller and younger coach fall to the ground. He knew he would have to explain how some things were going to change around here. —– The new school year was just about to begin. The disappearance of Fred Montana caused quite a stir and ran on the news all summer. The news of Dexter Klein’s disappearance swiftly faded into the media static. Murmurs of what could have happened still danced around the halls of the school as heavy footsteps made their way to the principal’s office. The door opened and the principal looked up with a shocked expression at the large silhouette in the doorway. “Can I help you?” The well-dressed principal inquired. “Yeah. I need to get my son, Freddie, signed up for classes. And I heard you are looking for a new strength coach.” The principal gave a knowing smile, “Oh yes. We can certainly get that done. Just need to fill out some paperwork.” The principal looked like he was hiding a smirk. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” “It’s Dex. Dex Calvin.” The grinning giant boomed back. “Well our secretary can help little Freddie get settled in,” he could see those words sting the small student as he handed him the papers and directed him out of the room. “Now it looks like you are already dressed for the job. Can you start today?” His smile was sly and he chuckled. Dex chuckled back, “You know I will, Principal Amalia.”
  2. PART 7 As you walk into the classroom, you see professor Alexander McGuire standing at the front of the classroom. He was young for a professor, only 28. He stood 6'0" tall and seemed to take care of himself. He wore black rimmed classes, a white button-down and navy slacks. A dark red tie was around his neck. His hair was a straw-color and looked a little dry. You take an open seat next to a guy with a blonde coif who seemed rather effeminate and a burly red-head. "Ok let's get roll and start class. You can read the syllabus on your own time." As rolled commenced, the effeminate man answered to Wallace Brighton with a British accent, and the red head answered to Rory O'Brannigan. Kyle was surprised how young his professor was, there couldn't have been even 10 years between them. He looked kind of plain, but still cute, as were his classmates Wallace and Rory. Literature wasn't Kyle's best subject, but he was being forced to take the class to graduate. "Hey Professor, is my laptop okay?" He asked, setting it up. "I want to use mine to take notes for class." He nodded, "Yeah that's fine. You can use electronic copies of the books too if you'd like." He pushed his glasses back up on his nose and cleared his throat. "Ok so today we will begin reading Shakespeare's MacBeth." He pulled out a book filled with sticky notes and slips. "I hope you all bought a copy of it. If not, see if a neighbor will let you borrow it." The classes shuffled around getting their books out, a few whispers were heard asking to borrow some. "We will be reviewing the characters and the traits that Shakespeare gave them." Kyle peeked over his laptop at Professor McGuire, typing something at his computer occasionally. The professor was surprisingly dry for someone so new to the job. Maybe he was just nervous because he was a newer professor? Regardless, he already has a few ideas for changes brewing. He wanted to get to know the classmates around him as well. "By the way, Wallace, Rory," he looked on either side of him. "If you guys need to look over at my desk for a textbook, go ahead. He pushed back his laptop and propped up his textbook on the desk, smiling at both of them. "Don't be shy." Wallace turned to you and waved his hand. "Oh thanks hunny, but I already got a book. I appreciate it though." Rory simply answered with a deriding grunt, looking down at his own book, which had notes scribbled in the margins. He hunched his bulky shoulders as he looked through his book. Meanwhile, Wallace hummed happily while flipping through his book with his delicate fingers. Up front, Professor McGuire was describing Macbeth and his wife to the class. He didn't particularly like this play, but he senior staff had told him it was required for his lesson plan. Professor McGuire spoke out loud to the class, most everyone was trying their best to follow along. Many had their eyes half-closed, propping their head up with the hands as to prevent falling asleep. As he spoke, his voice seemed to project, filling up the room. The professor, unused the the sudden depth of his voice, talked a little louder than he intended, stirring some of the students awake. It was bit reedy before, but as it became deeper and more textured as he went on about Lady Macbeth. When he spoke, the words were clear and resonant, partly in due to developing a larger mouth, the words came out with more force. Professor McGuire's throat and windpipe expanded much like his mouth did to account for the greater expulsion of air to project his voice. His teeth grew whiter, and just that bit straighter that any dentist would call them perfect. The change in teeth did not affect his speech at all, nor did the lengthening of his tongue. His lips plumped up a little, hiding the white beauties unless he smiled. Which he didn't do as he talked about Lady MacBeth's symbolism. Professor McGuire's voice sounded like it belonged on the radio. Deep and commanding, yet clear and resonant. It was incredibly sexy. The professor's frame began to take on a dramatic change. He shrunk a bit in height, but as he sank, he became wider, as though someone was stretching him out. Despite a momentary loss of balance, Professor McGuire continued his lecture undaunted. Although he looked broader, underneath he was still toned, he just had a naturally wide frame, including a larger ribcage that allowed him to suck in more air and project more powerfully. However, he was beginning to lose that tone as well. His stomach pushed out a little further, his thighs began to stick together. He butt became a bit rounder and softer. Had he noticed his gradual weight gain, he probably would have started to panic, but he continued to speak on about MacBeth as though his current physique was completely normal to him. As Alexander's body lost its tone, the tone of his voice strengthened. It was still smooth, but had a bit of a commanding aspect to it. He took a wider stance to leave more room for his thighs. The start of abs that he had began to fade behind a layer of fat, the same went for his calves and biceps. His ass took on a more bubbly shape, while the added weight actually made his shoulders look broader. Alex McGuire's body began taking on strength as well. Raw, bulging muscle began to develop all over his body. It began with his neck, wider than his jaw, pulsing and throbbing, veins popping. Build around his bullish neck were two trap muscles, round like two halves of a circle, and next to those, on the ends of he shoulders sat two deltoid muscles, round and solid like cannonballs. The young man was brimming with strength, and with it came the confidence to match his voice. His stomach curved outward. Beneath a thin layer of fat was a large set of abs, so thick and large that it was difficult to contain them within his shirt. Alex's back swelled with power. Although it didn't have the deep crevices of a fitness nut, it projected Alex's raw strength. Professor McGuire's skin took on a more weathered look as some years were added to his age. Callouses formed on his thick digits and meaty palm from years of doing deadlifts and benchpresses. Despite the deepness of his voice, he seemed to speak more eloquently as he talked about Lady Macbeth's nightmares and their symbolism. His shirt and pants were let out in some areas to make room for his growing bulk. Every time he bought a new shirt, pair of pants, or suit, he needed to go straight to the tailor to get it fitted properly. As the Professor settled comfortably into middle age, the creases in his cheeks and forehead grew. Lex was unmistakably older, but strikingly more handsome than before. His face seemed "strong", thick, pronounced brow, heavy-featured, with shallow cheeks and a thick neck. Les stroked his chin and thick, straight hairs sprouted, as though he was pulling them out. The hairs hung down the sides of his lips like a curtain, growing and growing until he had reached a full beard. Les MacMahon looked out at young faces staring back at him. He wasn't sure if they were gaping at his enormous size, or if the symbolism in Macbeth was just that interesting. Maybe if it was delivered by him it was. It was hard to believe Les, with all his size, was once a thespian, but as his muscles grew they overshadowed his acting, limiting the number of roles he could take. Not wanting to lose mass, he settled nicely into his career as an English professor, seemingly like a natural fit. He closed his book. "If it seems like we're going through a lot on the first day, don't be discouraged! All of you a very intelligent young men and women, I'm sure you'll be able to do fine." He smiled. "And with that, we are done for the day. See you Thursday."
  3. PART 6 Kyle and Lewis parted ways at the front of the science building. Lewis still had classes to attend, but Kyle had the new few hours free, so he decided to spend it in the student center playing around with the Chronivac. His last changes in class earlier than morning had gone well, Kyle was eager to get his creative juices flowing again. The student center was fairly crowded, full of excited students sitting together, killing time between classes, but almost prophetically, there was a lone one-seated table off in the corner of the main lobby. He walked sat down and opened up his laptop, letting the familiar jingle play. "And this is the Harrison Student Center. Students like to sit here and do work, socialize, and grab a meal at one of the restaurants or the kiosk." You could barely hear over the ambient noise of the crowd. There was a college aged man gesturing to the area around him with a guy that looked a few years younger and a kid next to him. The older of the two kids was here on a high school tour, but he seemed to be the only one in his group, save for the youngster than stood next to him, playing on a phone. Kyle looked at the three and studied them. College tours around campus were common enough, but with the power of the Chronivac he could easily turn them into three unwitting test subjects. Kyle decided to get up and introduce himself to the group and see if he should try the program on them or not. "Hi there, I'm Kyle!" The student giving the tour quickly turned around to face him. He casually hung his arm around the tour guide's shoulder. "Welcome to the college, nice to meet you." He extended his hand to the youngest kid, who ignored him, and then to the older one, who grabbed Kyle's hand with both of his and shook it firmly. "My name's Kyle. Are these two on a *college tour*?" He smiley coyly. The guide smiled, "Yes they are. I'm Sawyer. This is Allen and the one on the phone is Brant. Are you a student here?" He asked genuinely. He was wearing a red polo with the school's emblem on it and jeans. Allen was wearing a red sweat shirt and jeans, while his little brother wore a t-shirt with an Adventure time character on it with his jeans. Allen seemed to brighten up a bit as you made your appearance. "Why yes I am. Name's Kyle Phillips, I'm an exercise science major, gonna go into physical therapy." He locked eyes with Allen, nodding as if to acknowledge is presence. "What about you Allen? Do you know what you'd like to study in school?" He smiled and nodded back, "Uh probably the same thing. But not the physical therapy part. Is there a lacrosse team here? That's what I want really want to do is play lacrosse. You look like you might know." He sounded more excited than he looked. "Uh, well...." Kyle scratched his head. "I mean, not exactly, but there are a lot of other cool sports here! Like football, basketball, baseball, swimming, soccer, wrestling, rugby... You could probably start an intramural team, I bet lots of people would sign up for that. And the exercise science program here is really good too." Kyle was oddly flattered the young man was interesting in the same major, even if it didn't really have anything to do with him. The young man's smile deflated quickly. "Oh," was all he said. The disinterested look appeared back on his face. Sawyer spoke up again, "Well I have to continue the tour. Nice meeting you Kyle. This way please." Sawyer motioned towards the stairwell. Allen tugged his brother's shoulder to get him to move towards the stairs to the upper levels. "Wait!" Kyle looked back over at his laptop, carelessly left alone on the table. "I've got something for you! Like a welcoming present. Just give me a sec." Sawyer and Allen exchanged confused glances. Kyle went back over to the table and hunched over his laptop, typing away, occasionally looking back to the trio of young men standing there. He pressed the enter button and closed the laptop case shut, sweeping it up under his arm and rejoining the tour with it in tow. "Mind if I tag along on the tour?" He asked, surprised Sawyer had the patience to wait for him this long. "Just for the student center. Allen's interested in the same major I am, so maybe I could answer any questions for him." They began to walk up the staircase. "Sure. Just don't interrupt me please. I got to do this tour on time and all." Allen continued his disinterested look, just trying to keep Brant from tripping over the stairs as his eyes glued to the screen. Once they reached the top of the stair case, he motioned to the rows of computers. "This is one of the computer labs on campus. In case you don't like carrying around your lab top, you can come work here. They are usually open until 2am. The printing isn't free, but it is two cents for every page." Brant, who hadn't said a word the entire time, let out a sharp gasp, as if struck with sudden pain. The phone in his hand dropped to the floor. Allen quickly knelt by his side, his face wrought with concern. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Did you hurt yourself?" Brant just shook his head. Allen rubbed Brant's head affectionately, and the young kid was obviously embarrassed. He pushed his way out of his brother's hand. "Come on, Allen," Brant protested, "I'm not some little ki--" Brant was cut short by another gasp of pain, and his limbs began to grow upward and outward, shaking violently in the process. Brant's sudden sprouting knocked Allen backward. Allen landed square on his butt, his neck craned upward to see his former little brother still growing upward, taller than he had ever been. "I'm not a kid anymore." Brant finished his sentence as Allen stood up, his eyes level with his brother's chin. Allen looked up at his little brother's face, "Well you have to watch where you are walking next time. Lucky you accidentally knocked me down and not some stranger. That would have been even more embarrassing." Allen scolded his brother and turned to follow Sawyer as he explained the computer lab's time and hours. Brant's longer gait actually put him ahead of his brother as they walked, his stick-like legs carrying him a few inches more ahead of his brother with each step. "It was an accident!" Brant protested, his voice always got a little higher when he was upset, close to a screech. "You don't have to snap at me! You're just mad that the school doesn't have a lacrosse team. That's not my fault!" Brant's cartoon shirt had miraculously stayed on his body. He had grown longer, but not wider, so the shirt was comically undersized, covering little more than his chest and shoulders and exposing his scrawny little torso. Nobody seemed to pay much attention to an unusually tall eight year old, though, but Brant noticed his new height. The family doctor said to expect a growth spurt, but he didn't expect something so dramatic! Before he could huddle under his brother like a safety blanket, but he was taller than Allen now. And when Brant started to argue with his brother, he could feel the eyes in the lab looking up at him. The way the students at the computers watched them with the sides of their eyes as they passed made him shut his lips tight. "Brant. You listen to me. You are embarrassing me. Shut up and play on your phone." He turned away from his brother and listened to Sawyer drone on. He hated that he had to babysit his brother. His dad was called away on business suddenly and had to go to this one alone. The tour was boring enough, but having to babysit Brant was annoying. Sawyer motioned to the other end of the hall. "And over here is the post office." Brant stopped away, something that was childishly amusing when he was below five feet but now terrifying now that he was six feet and counting. He thought he could break away from the group while Sawyer was talking. Allen would probably be pissed at him, but he he didn't care, he was pissed at Allen too. He just wanted to get away from the group, he was tired of being dragged around to these boring buildings. Brant began to fill out slightly, looking less like an oversized child and more like a kid's head stuck on an adult body. His stomach began to broaden, wider and a little thicker, his ribs no longer exposed. His shoulders began growing wider than his waist was. Brandt was still lean, at least for the moment, but there was a mass building up in his arms and legs. No longer thing and wobby like pool noodles, his legs developed a solid foundation, with thicker calves and thighs to hold him up. Brant's face looked like it was going through puberty in hyperspeed. His jaw visible grew wider with each passing second, it was crackling like rice crispies. His head seemed to grow in size to catch up with his maturing body. Cheekbones became more prominent, but it size and not definition, much like the muscles his body was building. His chin and upper lip itched as hair started to push out from new follicles that were not there moments before. It was like he could feel the rush of testosterone into his system. "Whaaaat?" Brant's face was itchy, and he gave it a scratch, surprised to find it coated with a dense, thin layer of hair. He had hair on his face! Not even his big brother had hair on his face. "Huh?" Brant felt strange, is this was adults felt like, he wondered? He didn't know if he liked it. Brant's back grew wider and his Adventure Time shirt split along with it. He tried to pin the two flaps of fabric together with his fingers, but his back was only growing wider, and the distance beween the left side of his shirt and the right side of his shirt was only increasing. It looked like Brant was wearing a vest backwards. "Itchy... Why am I so itchy!" Brant hollered. The feeling on his lip spread to his chest, stomach, arm, and legs. Now Brant could finally see the hairs, they weren't a dirt blonde like the pyramid of hair on his head, they were a copper color. He was powerless to prevent more and more follicles from sprouting over his body. He stuck out his tongue "I look like dad! Ugh..." He tried reaching a finger into his armpits to get at the twists of hair growing in there. As hair grew in on his body, it didn't do the same on the top of his head. It either receded back into his head or fell out of it. His hairline receded, but only by an inch or two. It groomed itself into a neat, swept over style, and took on a glossy sheen as a hairspray magically coated it. He reached up and felt the hardened strands in his fingers. "Woah" he muttered before taking his hand down. "Wait I shouldn't touch it. It will get messed up," he murmured to himself. "My shirt is already bad, don't need my hair to look bad too." As he thought of his shirt, a few holes finally gave way in his pants as his hardening calves and thunderous thighs tore through them. Brant's chest began to grow into mounds, inflating like a tire full of air, and just as hard to the touch. At first the front of his shirt got caught in the cleavage, but as his chest began to fill out at the sides, pushing up against his arms, the shirt burst, revealing a broad, swollen chest covered in a red pelt of hair. "Huh?" Brent cupped the underside of his chest and pushed upwards, feeling their wait. They began to grow further, spilling out of his hands. His thighs grew further, splitting the sides of his jeans, which were looking more and more like a pair of cut-offs. His calves grew alongside them, they were similar in size to his thighs. Brent has heard of "legs like tree trunks" before, but these wheels were so monstrously thick and veiny, two solid pillars of mass, they really did look like hairy tree trunks! "What am I going to do about my clothes?" Brant began to whimper. His facial hair curled outward, growing thicker and fuller. He didn't like the way his mustache tickled his lip. Brant struggled to pull the two scraps of fabric around his chest together in a failed attempt at modesty, but they wouldn't fit back. Frustrated, Brant gripped both sides of the shirt with his growing mitts and squeezed them together best he could, and miraculously, they stayed! But just barely, Brant could feel the strain against his chest. It still only covered his pecs, like he was wearing half a shirt. But that wasn't his only surprise, it wasn't his blue Adventure Time shirt any more! It was completely monochromatic, a bright red. He was sure the knitting was different too, it felt different on his skin. He cupped his left pec and squinted at the strange symbol hanging above it. His shirt has a strange logo on it, where had he seen it before? Oh yeah! It was the logo he had seen hundreds of times already this morning. The school emblem, it was like the shirt Sawyer was wearing. The emblem was stretched and distorted over his meaty pecs. He looked at it in surprise, not even realizing he let the edges of his shirt go. His shirt did not snap back to the sides, instead they were held together by buttons, barely. The top two buttons remained unbuttoned. The second button was missing thanks to a too large of a pump and a flex. He scrunched his brow together. Brant didn't remember putting this shirt on in the morning or working out ever. His head was starting to hurt. Many things did not make sense to him. He had to find Allen. He took one step forward and his shoe burst from his foot, another step and the other one followed suit. Two big, hairy feet sat on the ground. "Whuuuh?" His voice box shook in his throat, as did his Adam's apple. It was deep, rough, commanding, like he remembered his dad's to be. Brant stepped out of his tennis shoes, which had been reduced to scraps. He continued on barefoot, trying to retrace his steps. His new mass was making him uneasy as he swayed side to side. Creases dug into his forehead, under his eyes, and at the sides of his mouth, aging over 30 years in an instant, and he was growing older still. Where was Allen supposed to be? The mailroom? He had to get back to the mailroom. He winced a bit has his butt began to swell, his undies digging between two giant ass cheeks. The seat of his pants, miraculously did not give in, and grew alongside his huge, hairy ass. His pant legs were getting longer and straighter too, turning into a pair of neatly-pressed khakis that adjusted to the shape of his thighs. The fabric of his legs rubbed against each other as he walked, swish swish. "The mailroom..." Brant gasped, his voice low and husky. A pair of grey-blue boatshoes slipped onto his feet while he wasn't looking. "The mailroom," He repeated. He turned the corner at the computer lab. He could see Allen and the others in his line of sight. He studied the mail cubbies on the wall, each one labeled. He finally reached Allen, towering above him. "Excuse me," he said softly, shuffling past him and Sawyer, and turned to to the wall, running his hands down the cubbies. "Mail... mail..." He repeated under his breath, looking for the one labeled "Turner, Grant." With Grant's large backed turned to the cubbies, Sawyer spoke up. "Oh, this is great timing! Allen, this is Mr. Turner, he's the coach for the lacrosse team we started last year. He must be getting ready for the spring season." "Huh?" Grant grunted, turning around to the group. "Oh!" He raised his bushy eyebrows. "Is there are tour going on?" Allen looked up at the giant man with awe. Sawyer put his hand on Allen's shoulder. "Allen here is interested in the school's lacrosse league." "Oh, is that so!" Grant puffed. Allen extended his arm and Grant swallowed it with his. Allen was trying not to look at the vein popping from the coach's bicep as the shook hands. Grant's grip was firm and his voice was confident. Allen could not believe this mountain of a man was the lacrosse coach. He had to stand at least half-a-foot taller than Allen and looked like he would be more at home coaching the defensive linemen of the school rather than the lacrosse team. He nodded and tried to return the strength of the handshake, but it felt like he was gripping warm iron. "Yes sir. I'd love to join the lacrosse team. I've been playing since last year and I want to keep doing it. My coach says I have a lot of potential." "Potential, eh?" Grant unclasped Allen's hand and rubbed his beard, sizing the boy up and down. He gave a soft chuckle, "You know, you remind me of yourself a little at that age. Don't let the size fool ya, I was pretty lean up until I graduated from college. It's a good thing you ran into me... Allen, was it? I'll look into your name for recruitment." He smiled broadly and nodded. "Thank you sir. Though I won't be attending for another two years. I'm only a junior right now." He coach nodded sternly and stroked his beard more. "Ok boy. Keep me updated when you apply then. You can find my email on the school's athletics page. Now what high school did you say you go to?" Allen answered, "Oakwind High. The Oakwind Warrior is our mascot." "Oakwind..." Grant repeated. Why did that sound so familiar? Grant spasmed again, his traps building up around his neck, making him look even broader. He flexed his chest, almost as if by habit, and the bounce didn't go unnoticed by Allen. "Oakwind! No kidding! Coach Numan still teach Warriors lacrosse there? We're pretty good friends." Grant was bending the truth a little, the two were closer than just friends. "Well tell him Coach Turner says hello. Running into you was quite the surprise, Allen. If Numan says you've got potential, I believe it." Allen nodded respectfully. "I'll be sure to tell him that sir." Sawyer decided to butt in. "Thanks Coach Turner. We have to continue the tour now. Thank you for your time. I'm sure Allen will keep in touch." He ushered Allen away as the high schooler said his good byes. Sawyer guided him up another staircase, "Up here we have the Great room, auditorium, and some offices. Let's start with the Great Room. Students love to come here to get some rest or work in silence." They entered a large wooden room that looked like it belonged in a mountain lodge, complete with a fireplace. Kyle hung in the back, uncharacteristically silent until now. The run-in with Coach Turner had left him speechless. Not because of coach's mass, he was the one who created those muscles. He just gave them to the wrong person. Kyle intended for Sawyer to become the school's giant lacrosse coach, not young Brant, who he was supposed to receive a different batch of changes. But he was in a hurry using the Chronivac to catch the tour, he probably wasn't paying attention to the names very well. He decided to hang back in the lounge to see how the rest of the changes played out, keeping his eyes on Allen and Sawyer. "I can't believe something like this exists in a school," Allen exclaimed. It was vast and empty, but it warmly lit and looked comfortably lived in, giving it an air of hospitality. A few of the students that were enjoying the silence looked over at Allen due to his sudden voice. Sawyer kept his voice low, "It's like a library without the books. And it looks grand enough that a lot of dances and socials are held in here, including the Orientation social for incoming freshmen. Some people like to call it the Harry Potter room because of how it looks." He gestured to the fireplace, "This is obviously only used in the fall and winter when it gets cold. It heats up the room surprisingly fast. "Yeah, no kidding. I'm feeling kinda..." Allen looked in the crackling flames. "Hot." Allen's body was searing with an internal heat. He panted slightly. He was burning up, did he have a fever? He wiped his brow. "It's this darn blazer," he huffed. A row of buttons had appeared on his sweatshirt. As he undid them one by one and slid it off his shoulders, it had turned into a crisp-looking, narrow cut blazer, colored so dark blue it looked almost back. Allen casually slung it over his shoulder. He let out a sigh of relief, already feeling a little cooler. Sawyer pointed to the side of the doorway. "If you want, you can leave it there. I'm pretty sure it will be safe and not stolen. We'll come pick it up after finishing the floor." The t-shirt underneath Allen's sweatshirt had been exchanged for a white button-down without him knowing and a turquoise tie appeared around his neck. He nodded quietly and placed the blazer on the rack. "Thanks. I'd be a pain to carry it around everywhere. Where to next? Maybe someplace with AC?" Allen chuckled and so did Sawyer, "Right this way." He lead Allen down the hall across from the Great Room. "Here is our small gallery where we host some of the art student's works. It's a photography one right now." A cooling breeze fluttered over Allen, but it did not seem to cool him one bit. "Interesting stuff," Allen cocked an eyebrow. As he strolled up and down the gallery of photos, he seemed a bit taller as well. By the time he walked back over to Sawyer they were about the same height, with Allen having a slight edge over him. Sweat was soaking his collar, Allen tugged on his necktie. Why was he so hot? He strained and panted. "God, I feel so..." Horny, he thought? Turned on? Allen was battling with a surge of hormones, and not just because the kid was smack in the middle of puberty. In fact, puberty seemed to be accelerating. A black shadow was cast on Allen's cheeks, a permanent stubble that suggested a certain masculinity a cute, bright boy like Allen hadn't yet achieved. His eyebrows looked a little heaver as well, subtle changes that would slowly piece together the full portrait of manhood Allen was slowly becoming. He felt a square in his pants pocket, and curious reached in and pulled out a phone. Brant's phone. Who was Brant? He slid it back into his pocket. The flash of a silver Rolex watch wrapped around his left wrist. He felt the weight of it on his wrist and he had to look at it, admire it. It glinted in the gallery lighting. Had Allen been paying attention to his wrist instead of the watch, he would have seen it noticeably thicken. "Are you alright sir? Do you need me to get you something?" Sawyer saw that Allen looked distressed, and as the tour guide he felt obligated to offer some help. Allen shook his head. "No. No. I'm good. Just a little spell is all." He coughed, "Really. Where to next?" Sawyer nodded and led Allen out of the room. "The auditorium we have here. It has brand new sound equipment and lighting for speeches and performances. Allen stopped in his tracks just short of the auditorium entrance. A sharp pain in his stomach. It burned, was he hurt? Curious, Allen undid the bottom three buttons of his dress shirt. What he saw was unexpected, six delicately carved abs taking up his midsection. Allen, a lacrosse player, had developed quite an athletic physique himself, but this was different. These abs looked like they had taken years of training and careful diet to maintain. He curiously poked at them. They were large and smooth and freshly waxed. His shirt was already undone, so he decided to peek a little further, looking at his Adonis belt and the veins branching out from underneath his waistline. He tried his best to discretely button himself up and catch up to Sawyer. The abs looked so out of place. He had "skinny abs" beforehand, but these looked like they belonged on a gym rat, not a lacrosse player. And he was sure he had hair there, but it was smooth. "Much like the day room, student's come in here to study, sleep, or relax in quiet. It's empty today though since it is the first day of classes." Sawyer droned on. The pain radiated to his lower back. Reaching behind him, Allen could feel the ridges of muscle his back had through the shirt. It caused him to change his posture just slightly to make him look like he was walking more confidently. As Allen walked, he held his head up and his back straight, pumping his arms. He stuck out his chest, but it was still flat. He had learned early on in the business world that looking confident was a huge part of being successful. He was getting tired of this stuffy tour. "It's okay, Sawyer, you can break from the tour for a while." Allen's tone was direct and brisk. He leaned on one of the chairs next to the aisle. He looked at his Rolex again, this time not in admiration, but as though he was expecting something. "What about you, Sawyer? You seem like a nice young man, tell me a little about yourself." As Allen gripped the aisle seat, the knuckles in his hand popped, twisting larger. His fingers were long and slender and neatly manicured, with a thin coating of black hairs on the back of his hand, and slowly up his arm and underneath his sleeves. He stretched his shoulders and they stayed in that position, wider. His slim cut dress shirt was great for showing off his narrow waist and broad upper body. "Well sir this is my junior year. I'm a Marketing major with a minor in Psychology." Allen's biceps and triceps slowly filled out their sleeves as Sawyer spoke. They rounded out into firm cables of muscle. They didn't pull the sleeve taut unless they were flexed. "Aside from doing campus tours I also am on the entertainment committee and I volunteer as a referee for the school intramural league." It looked like someone was slowly pouring ink over Allen's hair, the brown steadily darkening to a pure black, matching the hair that was now adorned his hands. "I thought about joining a fraternity but the time and money commitments weren't for me." "Uh huh, uh huh," Allen rubbed his chin. He wasn't really that interested in what Sawyer was saying, but he was good at faking it. He eyes were directly locked with Sawyer's. They were this intense, steely-blue that Sawyer didn't like look into, he felt he was being sized up like a cut of beef, but he couldn't tear himself away. Allen's shag seemed to move up his scalp, his dark hair taking on a glossy shimmer, and pulled tight. His lips grew out a bit and pushed slightly inward. Those narrow cheekbones thinned out Allen's round, young face. His face looked a little longer than before, and the ends of his chin squared out a little. Allen's face developed light creases that started at his nostrils and moved down his cheeks. "I just assumed you were an athlete, you looked like one." He coughed into his hand and as his chest spasmed, it grew. Allen's firm as began to grow, larger and even more firm than before, big like a shelf. His tiny little waist made it look even bigger. Sawyer shook his head, "No. I mean I play ball or frisbee with some of the guys every now and then, but I'm not on any teams or any clubs." Allen's ass rounded out the seat of his pants. Since he was leaning on the chair, it gave him an almost seductive pose. His skin began to take on a tanned tone, like had spent days out in the sun, or some time in a tanning bed. It gave him a healthy glow, even in the terrible auditorium lighting. It contrasted nicely with his crisp white shirt and styled black hair. A gorgeous silver wedding band wrapped around Allen's left ring finger. "You know Sawyer, if you need the money, I can give it to you. Why don't you come intern at my company?" He batted his eyes innocently. "I'm always on the lookout for young men such as yourself to help run things for a couple months." He pushed himself forward a little, leaning into Sawyer a bit. Sawyer smiled politely back. "Thank you sir, but I don't think I would have the time for it right now. But I appreciate the offer. Would you like to grab your blazer and head out? I'm sure the missus must be worried." He said, nodding to Allen's wedding band. Allen stepped forward, his shoes suddenly changing to brown, leather shoes. He stood over Sawyer and looked down at him. "Are you sure? It would be good on a resume." Sawyer forced a smile, "Thank you sir, but really--" Allen rested a hand on Sawyer's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. " Look Sawyer, I'll be as straightforward as I can-- did you not look at me and think, 'God damn, that is the most handsome man I have ever seen'?" Allen used the force of his arm to push Sawyer down into one of the auditorium seats. "I know you did, I saw the look you gave me when we got here. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off me since we started the tour. Well Sawyer, I think you're a gorgeous man too and I'd like to spend more time with you. I do internships all the time, we have lots of young men in and out of the office, nobody suspects a thing. I'd want you in my office early every morning and late after closeup, but I will pay you *very* well." Sawyer looked up into Allen's chest. "But if that's too much for you, Sawyer, I understand. You said nobody comes here the first day of class. We can always fool around a bit before I have to meet back up with the family." "I-I don't think that's very apro-propriate sir." Sawyer stuttered, intimidated by the large and handsome man before him. Had he not been so nervous, he may have noticed the front of Allen's pants begin to inflate and make a more prominent bulge. He began to sweat nervously as his eyes darted around the room, looking for a way to escape. He was worried someone might walk in any minute. "Sure thing, Sawyer," Allen cooed, "whatever you say. I understand if you're not comfortable with it. Just know I'll be offering the internship to someone else, I have handsome young men like yourself in and out of the office all the time. You're the only one here who's losing out here." Allen tried playing it cool, but he was pissed. The kid rejected him! People didn't say no to Allen Greer, it just didn't happen. Llen patted his pockets. Oh well, he left the condoms in his jacket anyways. Llen started to fondle himself, not really caring if Sawyer was paying attention or not. He was horny, and if the kid was being a cocktease, he might as well finish the job himself. Llenn loved fondling his thick cock and big balls, and the way people stared at them when they were propped up against his pants leg. He was always a bit of an exhibitionist, even well into his 40s, a tendency that only got worse as he grew wealthier and more powerful. Glenn, full name Glenn Gordon, was a businessman who, despite being married, had an insatiable appetite for college-aged men. Glenn's son was overjoyed at the idea of having his busy dad take the day off of work to tour the school, but he was more or less looking to hook up. But things hadn't gone as he expected. Meanwhile, back in the "Harry Potter Room", Kyle had a chance to pull open the Chronivac and check on the changes he made. Sure enough, he made another mistake. Allen had become Glenn Gordon, a change originally meant for his bratty little brother Brant. Allen becoming the father left the tour without a student to go on it, a little hiccup that neither Glenn or Sawyer had noticed. Kyle originally didn't have any plans for Sawyer, but Kyle was already in to deep, he'd have to make changes to the tour guide too. He started typing away. Glenn shamelessly groped himself in front of the tour guide. He had been watching his fine ass all day and hoped to be put with his group. His thick cock was evident through the fabric of his pants. Sawyer found his eyes drawn to it. It was so big and the groping only made it more erect, and thus larger. Glenn's large body was blocking his every exit, but slowly Sawyer found himself not wanting to leave as much. There was a scent in the air he could not describe, but he liked it and it seemed to be coming from Glenn. It sure wasn't cologne. "Oh, you like what you see?" Glenn gave Sawyer a smug grin. "Well, you had your chance kid. Gimme a second to finish up and we can get out of here, promise. You ain't going to tell the school about this, are ya?" Sawyer just shook his head quickly. Sitting in the auditorium seat, not too far from Glenn's crotch, it was hard for Sawyer to look away from the man's huge erection, it was like it was pointing straight at him. Sawyer shuddered a bit, but he didn't understand why. It was more like a spasm. And unbeknownst to Sawyer, these spasms were causing growth spurts. His hands hung over the arms of the chair a little more than before. His legs pushed outward, sliding against the floor and nudging into Glenn a little. Did he always take up this much space, he wondered? Glenn felt Sawyer's legs against his. "Mmmm you like the feel of those? Those took years to perfect." One large hand traveled up his shirt and gripped his nipple through the shirt. Sawyer was attributing his spasms as nervous twitches. Inches added to bones, tendons, and muscles. His back slid up the chair as his butt pushed closer to the edge of it. He felt himself almost slouch as he looked up at Glenn. His shoes hit the next row of seats as they started to become really tight and bulge. Sawyer's legs rubbing up against him made Glenn leak a little. He was still a little pissed at this kid for rebuffing him, but the contact felt pretty good. He was surprised how firm Sawyer's legs felt for a non-athlete. He was a sturdy build kid. Glenn closed his eyes a bit and tried to imagine Sawyer's firm legs, dusted with those black hairs of his, calves razor sharp. He imagined Sawyer's thick thighs wrapped around him. He looked down at the kid, still firmly planted in his seat. He was watching Sawyer, but Sawyer wasn't watching him, he seemed a bit spaced out. Sawyer could feel Glenn's body heat radiating onto him. Glenn's shirt was a little soaked, his powerful scent filling the small gap between them. Sawyer took in a deep breath of Glenn's musk, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Mr. Gordon. "Oh yeah, you like that? That's what a man smells like." Sawyer just took another deep inhale, his black pompadour was sinking into his head like it was deflating. His slick, straight hair was developing little crinkles to it. Glenn wasn't sure if it was the auditorium lights, but he could swear Sawyer's hair was getting brighter. Sawyer could feel himself get hotter and hotter. He could not focus at all as the smell of musk seemed to overload his brain. His crotch stirred and started to grow to its usual hard length of 6 inches, but began to push past it to 9 inches, causing a massive pent in his pants, his zipper straining. As Glenn fantasized back Sawyer having thick calves and legs, those muscles grew in response, and so did hair on top of them. Meanwhile the hair on Sawyer's head was now a deep brown instead of black and still lightening by the second. The pompadour was quickly no more. Sawyer's hair, minus the pompadour, remained about the same height it once was, but developed a wavy texture to it, hanging just a little bit looser than his usual tightly combed look. It shimmered to a chestnut brown, then shades lighter again to more of an auburn color. A small sprinkling of freckles pinched his cheeks and button nose. He was starting to thicken up a little, his chest pushed out a little more prominently, his upper body a little broader, a little more confident, and his abs, so gracefully carved into his soft, smooth skin. The olive hue to Sawyer's skin began to lighten a little. Bright cheeks, dimpled chin, gorgeous hair, he was beginning to look very boyishly handsome. The heat was beginning to fog up his glasses, so he put them aside on the chair next to him. His gorgeous emerald eyes remained the same. His chest stuck out a little more, and then as if in competition, so did his ass. It grew wide, taking up the seat of the chair, touching from chair arm to chair arm. He was a broad, sturdily built young man, and only becoming more gorgeous by the second. His lats pushed at the sides of his shirt, not to the point of bursting, but they definitely made themselves known. His shoulders rounded out and followed the lats' lead. His pale skin almost glowed in the auditorium lighting. It was smooth with the exception of some light hair on his arms, legs, pits, and slight treasure trail. His boyishly charming face contrasted with his growing musculature. His rib cage broadened to support his meatier chest, and resulted in given his body a V-shape that most men envy. Freckles appeared on his forearms and hands, but they only enhanced their appearance. His breathing deepened, making his chest strain at his shirt with every breath. The bottom of his shirt laid on his abs and would always do so as his waist pulled in 2 inches. The hem of his shirt rested just above his waistline, causing his developing Apollo's belt to barely be seen. Just below, his ass pushed out with muscle, and a little fat to make it look bubbly. Glenn looked down at Sawyer. The kid had a taut body, brimming with strength. Not quite at his level, he thought, but the he certainly had potential. Sawyer was roughly the same age, slightly younger at 19 years, but this Sawyer was so energetic and handsome, pulsing with life. His shirt remained an embroidered polo, that hadn't changed. But Sawyer was no longer on the school's tour staff. In fact, he didn't even go there. But he was planning on transferring in the upcoming fall. Gone was the droll, timid Sawyer, replaced by the dashing Seth Gordon. Glenn exchanged glances with his son. "We should probably get back to the guide." He thought back to Kyle waiting patiently in the lounge. He couldn't even remember how he and Seth had gotten to the auditorium in the first place. Seth looked up at Glenn with a glint in his emerald eyes. "Oh come on dad. They said this was a hook-up spot on campus and I want to hook-up with the hottest guy here." He grabbed his father's waist and pulled him closer. Rubbing his face into his dad's crotch. he pulled the zipper down with his teeth. "And it looks like you want to hook-up too." He breathed onto Glenn's cock which responded with a ball of pre forming on the front. He ran his tongue along the length of the shaft and took the pre from the tip. "I've missed your taste," Seth always had a thing for older men, and his dad was at the top of that list. "Woah there!" Glenn bucked his hips, catching himself on the seat behind him. Seth ran his hands up Glenn's thighs, squeezing them a bit. Seth stroked the underside of Glenn's shaft a little before grabbing hold of the shaft and licking the tip of his head. "God, Seth, you're really polishing your technique. Is this what you've been learning in school?" As Seth leaned foward, his polo rode up his back a bit. He flickered his tongue along the head before looking up at his father's proud face. "You know it dad. How else did you think I got an A in Music Appreciation class? It wasn't be listening to classical music." He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Glenn's cock. His tongue played with the glands. Then without any difficulty, he took the whole cock down with throat. "Just be sure to swallow it all, I don't want any stains on my work clothes." The massaging suction of Seth's mouth was doing wonders on Glenn. Even a man like Glenn, who prided himself in feeling powerful, was beginning to feel weak and light. He was surprised how quickly Seth had slipped the entire thing in his mouth. He was edging closer to orgasm. He found himself tousling Seth's hair a little like he was used to doing. Seth was sure to suck hard and work his dad's cock like a pro. He even took breaks to licks and massage his father's massive balls. The flow of pre became more steady, so he knew his father was already close to cumming. He played with the cock, keeping Glenn on edge. He was doing everything his Music Appreciation professor had done to him. "Come on dad. I need my protein for the day." "Oof," Glenn finally came. He clenched his ass and he could feel the load spilling out, traveling down his long shaft and dribbling outward. Seth could feel it rising up his throat. It was a big load, but Seth kept up, sucking it down rhythmically and licking the traces off the tip. "You were a really thirsty boy today," Glenn purred. "Lucky Dad was here to help you out." He nuzzled up against Seth's face. "You're such a stud. Look how big you've gotten!" Their lips found each other and after a tender kiss, Seth smiled. "I came from the best." He patted his father's slowly deflating cock. Glenn smiled back and tucked his python away. "You sure did bud. Now I think we should get back to that tour group before anyone gets suspicious." He ruffled his son's hair and zipped up his pants. "You were right though, It is a hot hook-up spot." Kyle looked up and saw Seth and his dad walking back into the lounge. They didn't greet him, though, another student walked up to them. Kyle had to make one of the studying students into a volunteer to replace Sawyer, who was now Allen's son. It wasn't exactly what Kyle had in mind for each of them, but they certainly seemed happy. Kyle watched Glenn pinch his son's ass as they walked by. He hoped Seth would decide to transfer, he'd like to see the two again. Maybe he could intern for Mr. Gordon. Kyle's free time was just about over, he had to get ready for his next class, a literature course, and he was going to be late if he didn't book it across campus. He swept up his supplies of the desk and took off.
  4. PART 5 I pick up my bowls and head for the depository for dishes, stashing the banana in my bag for later. I motion for the door once I return, "Well I hope that orange filled you. Let's get moving so we can pick our own seats." I usher you towards the door and guide you to the biological sciences building. It's the newest building on campus and certainly stands out. We go up to the second floor, people eyeing us along the way. When we get to the classroom, only a few other students have taken seats. "Where do you like to sit? The front, middle, or back?" The back would be perfect for using the Chronivac in the middle of class, but... I sigh. "I'd like the back, but we really should sit up front. I'm kind of lagging behind in this class so I want to make sure I can focus." I wasn't very bright, intelligence didn't come naturally, but I was a damned hard worker. My body was a testament to that. Class probably wasn't the right time to start changing people either, but maybe I'd get some inspiration for my free time. We took our seats towards the front of the classroom. As we sat, an Asian kid a few seats from us huffed and got up, moving further away from us. The room began to fill up with students as the remaining minutes dwindled. We were each flanked by a student to our left and right. It looked like a full class. About a minute before class began, the professor walked in. He looked like a relatively healthy old man with white hair and a receded hairline. He smile shone through. On the board he wrote, "Professor Arnold Roster." "Professor Roster," I contemplatively tap my chin, trying to summon my knowledge of the biology professor. If I remember correctly, he's one of the longest-standing members of the faculty. The way he smiled at the class made it seem like he was friendly enough. He face seemed bright despite his age, if he was tired it didn't quite show. "Good morning class. I'm Professor Roster. This is Intro to Biology 1108. If you are in the wrong room I suggest you leave now before you learn something." A few chuckles were heard across the small classroom at his joke. "Now I see some familiar faces from last semester's 1107 class and some fresh faces as well. For those of you that don't know me, I was a biology major here myself and went on to earn a PhD in Human Physiology, which I also teach a class on for those of you looking to get into medical school, physical therapy or nursing school." He cleared his throat, "And now I'm obligated to do roll, so please correct me if I mispronounce your name." Professor Roster went through the roll call without problem, save for a few odd pronunciations. But he tackled many of the more difficult to say names with accomplishment. It was clear he had done this several times before. With role call done he gave a stack of syllabi to the front of the class and instructed them to the back of the class. It was pretty short, only one page front to back. Clearly he wanted to jump into coursework as soon as possible. He booted up the computer and projector and brought up his first power point. "Now, most of you know I'm very open with technology in my classroom. You are allowed to record my lectures, voice only though. But please no texting on your phones. If you have a tablet or computer you want to take notes on you are welcome to use them as well, but make sure they stay silenced. Now before we begin, any questions?" Perfect opportunity to use my Chronivac in class! I know I said I wanted to focus, but maybe I can get away with using it the first day. I slide it out from underneath my seat just in case. I lean back in my desk and raise my hand. "Is there a chance you could record your lectures yourself and post them online? I think that might be a good idea for students who can't record it themselves." I shrug. He chuckles, "Unfortunately no. Some of the material I use in my powerpoints is copyright so I can't just post it out to the public. There are several free apps and recording programs I believe and I know some of you share recordings among each other. I would suggest asking your classmates, Mr. errr Kyle right?" He looked over at you as you pulled out your laptop and turned it on. "Yeah, Kyle Phillips." As the laptop is taken out of sleep mode a familiar whirring sound starts up. The Chronivac logo flashes on screen. "I'll probably be visiting your office a lot, Professor Roster." He nodded. "Ok then, any other questions?" The room remained silent. "Ok then. If you look at your syllabus you will see we will begin discussing taxonomy today." He flipped to the first slide showing some single celled orgasm and described its traits. Then he switched to a photo of a whale and described it as well. I had my notebook out and was diligently taking notes through the lecture. Meanwhile, I was busy on the Chronivac, looking up at Professor Roster every so often. Sure enough, I had him up on the program. Feeling confident, I pressed the enter key and the professor was hit with a sudden surge of virility he hadn't felt in years. He seemed to have been caught off guard, cutting off his lecture mid-sentence to let out an audible groan. His cheeks turned rosy. We couldn't see it from where he stood behind his desk, but Arnold's dark dress pants were soiled with a spot of cum, which was currently dripping down his leg. He coughed into his hand. "Ahem. Sorry. Now where was I? Oh yes..." He continued on about how a virus can evolve through reassortment, leading to new strains, but not species. Meanwhile the cum dripped down his leg and he could feel it, but some force pushed it to the back of his mind. Still, he wanted to stay behind the podium in order to prevent any chance of the wet spot to be seen by his students. Arnold Roster's body began to shake. He bones, brittled by age, were beginning to regain strength. He started by correcting his posture, standing straighter than before. Standing at his full height, Arnold seemed much taller than he was before. The skin around his face began to tighten slightly, as if held up by an invisible force. Tiny white hairs began to sprout over the professor's forehead, filling in slowly until his hairline began to recover. A widows peak dipped down below his straight hairline. His snow white hair darkened slightly into an ash grey. Professor Roster's voice seemed to project better across the room. The people sitting in the middle didn't have to try as hard to hear him, but those in the back still hard to try and make sure to catch his voice. He could feel the cum hang on the hairs of his leg, but he couldn't be bothered by it, he had a class to teach. Now he moved onto the differences between vertebrates and invertebrates. "Right, invertebrates," He cleared his throat, speaking a little louder than he intended to, "and... vertebrates... invertebrates and vertebrates..." Professor Roster came again, soaking his pants. Why was he so horny? He needed to concentrate. He rested the palm of his hand on his forehead, and as he did, his hand began to grow, his fingers stretching through his newly-sprouted locks of hair, which was slowly turning from a ashy grey to a chestnut brown. Professor Roster didn't have much hair, so it stuck up all over the place. He tried combing it down with his fingers, and miraculously it stayed. The threads of Professor Roster's favorite loafers began to split as his toes grew larger and larger within the confines of his shoe. Soon they wouldn't be able to fit. Professor Roster's cock twitched again, and another spasm of cum dribbled downward. He grit his teeth. His balls were swelling, full of sperm, and his cock felt so alive. It burned with pleasure. "You ok Professor?" The kid sitting next to you, Madison Langley, said, his voice sounding concerned. Arnold looked back up and smiled, "Ah yes sorry. I must be catching a cold today. That won't stop today's lecture. I haven't taken a sick day in years." He smiled pridefully. Clearing his throat, he began to lecture again as more hair burrowed out of his scalp. Right, he thought, no sick day in over a decade, and I'm not going to start now. Professor Roster spoke up, carrying through his lecture the best he could, and as far as he could tell, he had the student's attention. The professor's shoes had finally reached the bursting point, but he continued on teaching, the rubber soles of his shoes making a thwacking sound against his feet every time he shuffled around behind his desk. Professor Roster pushed up the sides of his scalp, pushing his bristly new hair upwards, and it stayed. The length of the told of his scalp matched the length of his edges, resulting in a tight flattop that ended in 90 degree angles. It was incredibly neat. The professor tugged at his collar and tie as his neck began to thicken. He unbuttoned the collar to give himself room to breathe, and his voice boomed even louder, really filling up the room. Students had to pay attention to that voice even if they didn't want to, it forced attention. He didn't want to have any slackers in his class. The veins on Prof. Roster's body, his arms, his legs, his forehead... even his cock, began to throb as they changed into veins no created from infirmity, but from the vascularity of an athletic physique. His upper body broadened, pulling his shirt upwards across his chest, but it remained firmly and neatly tucked into his pants. His veins pumped as they fed his body what it needed. The top two buttons of his shirt went airborne as they flew off, unable to continue the pecs suddenly beneath them. Though, they vanished before they hit anyone and reappeared as if he had simply unbuttoned his shirt. His tie came undone as it would look ridiculous given his unbuttoned shirt and simply disappeared into oblivion. His pecs in the meantime surged forward with veiny strength. His nipples pressed into the fabric of his shirt, causing another surge of masculinity to hit him and cum into his pants again. Professor Roster's forearms began to beef up. As his net of veins criss-crossed over his arms, swelling them larger, the size of his forearms began to force his sleeves up his arm. But as they rode upwards, they did not tear or rip, but instead began to fold, neatly and tightly, until they reached his elbows. Professor Roster crossed his arms, showcasing their thickness and deep definition, an impressive display of his masculinity. His chest began to grow against his arms, and they way his chest bunched up against his forearms showcased a fullness to them that was apparent even in his dress shirt. As this skin in his face began to pull tight, the wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes and mouth began to iron out. His cheeks had almost a youthful glow to them, and feeling sexy for the first time in years, Professor Roster began to smile even wider. Thick, dark eyebrows began to sprout over his thin grey ones. His eyes were a similar color, beady and piercing. But the changes to the professor's height continued still. His body, already considerably taller than before and compact with muscle, stretched upward like a weed. The previously large muscles of the professor's body began to even out in proportion to his new height, close to 6'8 now. Although the professor's muscle tone was still visible, he didn't quite have the proportions of before. One consistent was how athletic his arms remained, which were split into three separate mounts of muscles -- forearms, biceps, and delts. The professor sighed, he didn't normally enjoy wearing shirts with sleeves, but he needed to dress the part of a professional. If all eyes were not on the powerpoint, they were on the professor's towering intimidating form. Once glance from the professor and they eyes would dart back to the powerpoint and scribble down notes to look like they had been paying attention. Unseen to those in the front, Professor Roster's back got rid of any creases or wrinkles in the shirt's back. It became tailored to his tall and broad form, sticking to him almost like a second skin. You could almost see the veins beneath the cloth it was pressed so tight against Arnold. Granted to a man his size, any piece of clothing would be pressed tight against him, even his briefs which just received another fresh load. As Arnold came again, he could feel his shaft springing to life. It felt so sensitive against the thin fabric of his dress pants. He adjusted his dick, and it grew again, this time upwards against the waistband of his pants and against the etchings of his abs. As Arnold came again, his cum filled the bottom carvings of his abs and down his pelvis. He was a tall man, so it was important for his dick to reach similar proportions. He had to bite his top lip to keep himself from smiling, the pleasure just felt too good. It was a rush after nearly decades of no action. "Sooo," the professor cleared his throat, and when he resumed speaking, his voice was even deeper. But its usual thin and weary tone, natural for his age, was much clearer. His skin took on a rich brown town, suggesting that Professor Roster had been staying somewhere sunny over winter break. His crisp white dress shirt displayed his long, impressive body magnificently. Arnold was not an incredibly muscular man, it was hard for him to maintain mass at his height, but the mass he did have was impressive. His body had grown tight and lean from years running up and down the court since he was a kid. Decades of memories dropped from Arnold's head as he went back into his 20s. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a remote. Pressing the button, the slide changed, but this was not a slide for biology. General information on the class appeared, office hours, a schedule for the upcoming weeks. "So that's all the general information for the course!" He concluded. The class nodded the heads, but couldn't help but feel they had just heard all this information minutes before. "When the professor gets here the lesson will begin." He looked at the leather-banded watch wrapped around his wrist nervously. "Which should be any minute now..." Everyone's notes dwindled down to just some information they all wanted in case they wanted to contact the professor. Arnold looked down and sighed. He took a seat to the side of the classroom as the TA. "I'm sure he will be here soon. Don't leave yet. I will take note if you do." Some students shuffled in their seats. Others doodled or laid their heads on their desks to catch a quick cat nap. Many pulled out their phones, Madison was one of them. Andy laid back in his seat, spreading his legs apart, but when he saw the massive bulge clinging to his leg, his discretely closed them back up. He was no longer any professor, or anyone named Arnold, but now Andy Rutger, a basketball player with a double major in biology and education, and was currently looking into grad school so he may become a college biology professor himself. "Late on the first day of class, what bad luck." He gave a hollow laugh. "I'm not sure what the hold up is, he didn't explain when he called me." He pulled out his phone to check on the professor's progress. Students are getting antsy, you close? He texted. The second he hit the send button, Madison's phone buzzed. He read over the text message, "Students are getting antsy..." What did that mean? "Who is this?" He texted back. "Andy. You're late for the Bio 1108 class. It's in room 269." The text quickly came in. He stared at his phone screen. He hasn't known anyone named Andy since the 10th grade and they sure weren't friends. His fingers danced across the screen, "I'm in class already. I think you have the wrong number." He pushed send, wondering who it was on the other end. It was odd someone in the class had his number since he just transferred in. Andy looked up from his phone and across the room. No sign of the professor. "You sure you got the right room?" Andy sent back. Madison sighed. "I'm telling you, you have the wrong number," he typed, and then pressed Send. It took a split second for his text to show up on screen. "I've been teaching in 269 for years now, I know the building," it read. "Just pulled into the lot, be right up." Madison cocked his head, confused. That wasn't what he wrote, did someone else send it? He looked at the top of the screen, only one other number was included in the conversation. Man, auto-correct was really off today. He tried typing it again, this time slower "You... have... the... wrong... number..." and pressed send. The message took another moment to load. "BTW, you left your underwear at my place." It read. Madison turned deep red and almost fell out of his desk. That definitely isn't what I wrote, he thought. Several students, myself including, looked over at Madison as he caused a small commotion at his desk. Madison blushed and furiously typed away at his phone. "I did not mean to send that." He typed, but when he sent it came out as, "You should be more careful with your things." He groaned. He decided it would be best not to text anymore to avoid any further embarrassment, but another text from Andy, which was now in his contacts, showed on the screen. "Are you late because you were jerking off in it?" Madison's face went beet red. Madison's thumbs, still pressed against the screen, began to twitch. It took him a second to realize I was writing up a message, as thought it was automatic. His hands were moving like they had a will of their own. "They were nice and damp too. Took a big whiff of them." To his horror, Madison's thumb moved over to the send button and it showed up in the chat box. His fingers moved again. "Smelled just like you. Got me so hard. I had to jerk one out before class." He pressed send again. "No.... nonono..." Madison shook his head. He looked up at the screen, greeted by his classmate's puzzled faces. "I need to go to the bathroom," he gasped, incredibly flustered and leaped out of his seat. Andy looked up from his phone to see Madison zooming across the room to the doorway. "Hey, the professor's going to be here any minute!" he called back to him, but Madison was already down the hallway and pushing the bathroom door open. The moment his hands touched the door, he felt something in his crotch. His cock felt tired, sore, and sensitive. The way it moved in his boxer briefs made him grunt. He went over to the sink and placed his hands on either side. As he did, his hands began to take up more room on the sink and grip it tighter. He looked in the mirror and saw how flustered he was. He turned on the water to splash some in his face to help bring him back to Earth. It felt like a bad dream to him. He rubbed his face with a paper towel and looked up at himself in the mirror. "What the..." his face was slightly different than before. Madison's brow was wider and stuck out further than before. His eyebrows were a bushy mess and there were heavy creases in his forehead. On the right face it might have looked masculine, but on Madison it looked ridiculous. "What theeee..." he could feel his voice drop deep into his chest, where it landed with a thud. The second his voice dropped to bass, two pectoral muscles punched their way out of his shirt, left, then right. "Oh my Gooood..." he elongated his vowels, testing the strange new voice that came out of his mouth, a complete mismatch. It was deep, rich, and smooth like honey. "Heeeey, this is kind of sexy! --No, this is no time to be thinking about--" his cock stiffened up and he bucked his hips a little. An electric jolt traveled up his spine and Madison arched his back. The change in posture made him lose his balance, and Madison fell towards the bathroom mirror, catching himself at the last second. He held both hands firmly on the glass to keep himself from falling over. He looked deep into his reflection, his face only inches away from the mirror's surface. He was so close his heavy, rapid breaths were fogging up the pane. Madison's hands gripped as best they could to the mirror's smooth surface, and their area began to grow larger, covering the back of his hands with coarse hair. His panting picked up speed, and he could feel a pressure in his upper body as his pecs expanded, spilling even further out of his shirt and pressing up against the glass. Tiny little hairs were sprouting up in the crevice between these two globes of meat. The hairs traveled down beneath his shirt to merge with the happy trail that had been growing up from his crotch. They spread across his pecs into his pits were they turned into bushes of hair. So humid that sweat spots appeared on his shirt under his pits. He pushed himself away from the mirror and felt his back crack. It wasn't just a feeling of relief, it was his back adjusting to his new size. "Sexxxyyyy..." He heard himself purr. The words just rolling out of his mouth, He could almost feel his chest rumble as he spoke. A powerful voice for a powerful man. As Madison pulled his chest off the mirror, they made a peeling sound. He could see two large, sweaty imprints where his chest used to be. He studied himself in the mirror. His midsection was thick with muscle. His stomach was flat and his Adonis belt sharp, although his abdominal muscles weren't very defined, which was fine because his upper body was growing to such impossible proportions that it made up for his lack of abs. Madison's mammoth traps squeezed and built around his neck, feeling like a chokehold. In retaliation his neck began to grow out too, pushing against his traps, which were still rising high in the air. The widening of his back push his shoulders apart. His deltoids looked like they were the size of watermelons, in silhouette his shoulders must have looked like a mountain range. This was an upper body so incredibly overtrained he had no idea how a shirt was supposed to fit on him. The nice crewneck his mother had bought him for Christmas was destroyed the second his pecs had developed. He groaned as his waist expanded. It had such girth to support his tank-like torso. The seat of his pants echoed the groan as it struggled to contain his increasingly meaty ass. It pushed out and away from his body like someone cut a globe in half and shoved each half on his butt. Suddenly, he felt something tight around his waist. A black leather belt had wrapped itself around the waist of his pants with his struggling shirt tucked into it. "Classy," he thought to himself. Another odd sensation caught his attention though. He felt something pressing up against his leg in his pocket. Reaching his mitt of a hand inside, he felt some sort of cloth. Pulling it out, he saw it was a pair of skimpy briefs. "Underwear!?!" he said in a surprised tone. Madison clamped the underwear in his meaty paws and brought it up to his face, taking in a deep breath. The scent of Andy's musk filled his nostrils, he could taste it in the back of his mouth. His cock made a huge indent in his pants. Madison's sudden lack of boxers made his erection even more visible. As his legs began to bulk up, his pant seams went from a straight line to a seductive curve that revealed the shape of his muscular legs. His thighs were blowing up like a balloon, and just as round, leaving his cock smashed between a hairy lat and the inside of his steam-pressed dress pants. Madison's cock girth had to have been at least double what it was beforehand, so unbelievably thick. He winced as his balls began to grow along side it, pinching against the fabric. Madison continued to rub the damp fabric on his face and take deep breaths, and when he pulled the underwear away from his mouth, there was a sprouting of facial hair where the undies had touched his face, cheeks, and neck. It grew out only slightly. more like manicured stubble than a full beard, but his facial hair was much thicker and darker than it had been before. Madison was so used to his facial hair growing so thin and slowly, it was only necessary for his to shave once a month. This was no longer the case, as the dense layers of hair on his body suggested it grew quickly and in abundance. As he ran his fingers along the jaw, it jutted out to the side. Hard, craggy features formed on his face. A lantern jaw that looked like it could chew leather like a hamburger. Red lips that seemed to rest in a confident smirk. A hard nose that looked like it had been broken once. His eyes were deep set into his skull, which gave him a commanding glare. He was too busy looking at his face to notice the bottom half of his pants grow tight around his massive calves. They didn't have the distinct heart shape, but were just balls of pure power attached to the back of his shins. The hard lines in Madison's face suggested he was past 40 now. Gone were his bright eyes and rosy cheeks as any traces of boyhood melted away from his face. The man that remained was incredibly handsome. The corners of Madison's hairline receded slightly, His hair moved upwards into his scalp, cropped much shorter from the shag he had before. Madison's hair parted slightly to the right, his gelled hair creating a crinkly, wavy pattern. He balled up his underwear and rubbed it against his hard dick, breathing heavily. Madison whipped out his phone and snapped a picture of the undies. "Look what I've got," he teasingly wrote to Andy. His phone quickly buzzed again, "I bet you got another boner too." He smirked and the kid was right. His thick log of a cock was cock hard as he felt the material rub against it. He knew he was late, but he couldn't walk into class with a boner. He took the underwear and began rubbing his cock with it. Moaning, he was thankful the bathroom walls were thick. His toes curled in his too tight shoes as the sides gave away. "Oh yes..." he hissed. Madison fingered at his belt pulling his pants to his thighs. His cock sprung out, and he continued massaging himself with the underwear, rubbing it up and down his shaft and across his thick cockhead. "God, I'm so hard..." he winced, his giant chest shifting up and down. He pinched the end of his cock and gripped his balls, pumping out a thick layer of semen into the soiled undies that were wrapped around his cock. He wiped his erection up and down with the dry side and took another deep sniff of Andy's cum-stained garments. His cock began to soften, his dick none smaller but at least it was easier to fit into his pants. He checked his wristwatch for the time. Christ, he was really late for class. And on the first day too, not good. He pulled up his argyle socks and tied up his shiny black oxfords. He shoved the underwear back into his pocket and made his way to the hallway. Meanwhile, back in the lecture room, Andy sat cross-legged trying to conceal the hard-on he was getting from Madison's texts. The door to 269 swung open. "Sorry I'm late, car troubles," he laughed. "First day of class too, what rotten luck." I look over at the source of the deep voice. "Fuck..." I whisper. I think I heard several other students echo my opinion. Madison swaggered into the classroom and up to the podium. Everyone's eyes followed him every step of the way. Andy bit his lip as Madison got closer. "Thanks for keeping an eye on the class Andy. It's that dang car. Always makin me late." He laughed as he turned to the class. "Well this isn't the best way to start the semester, so I won't keep you guys here much longer. I'm going to introduce myself and fill in any gaps Andy left. Then you can be on your way." "It's on the syllabus but I'm going to tell it to you anyways. I'm Professor Maxwell DiNapoli. But you can call me Max, or Maxwell, or Professor DiNapoli." Or Daddy, Max thought, watching Andy in the corner of his eyes. He pulled up on his belt adjusting his bulge. He talked with the class a little. He was afraid the class would be a little pissed at him for being so late, so he put all his energy into his first meeting with the class. If they were angry, it didn't show. They laughed at all his jokes and kept his eyes on him at all time. Of course, keeping your eyes off of Professor DiNapoli was impossible, and he was well aware of it. Once he finished up, he clapped his mitts that he calls hands together. "Ok that's it for class today. I will see you on Wednesday hopefully. You can meet me for office hours in about an hour. Until then, I wish you all the best with the rest of your classes. Andy, please come meet me in my office. We need to discuss some things about the future of the semester." He subtly winked at his TA who continued to struggle to hide his growing erection. The rest of the class picks up their bags to leave.
  5. Chapter 3 - The Growth Spurt Daniel is a teenager getting ready to focus on his college plans. His grades are so good that he earned a scholarship to a great university. He has never really focused his energy on the way he looks, but his classmates have let him know has small he is quite often. At only 5'5 and 120 pounds, he looks slightly out of place among his senior class. The reason could be due to the fact that he never went through puberty. He has no facial hair and his body hair is practically invisible. His parents always tell him that it will happen when he least expects it. They want him to be careful when he is out in public. He finds this quite amusing, but he always felt they were partially right. He has female friends, but they don't see him as a suitable mate, rather just a guy they can talk to about their problems in their lives. He has never had a sexual preference for either sex, but wouldn't mind dating either sex. His male buddies kid him all the time about his boyish looks and how his muscles look like they belong on a 10-year old. He has two really close friends that could not be more different. One of them, Anderson, is small like him and has dated him occasionally. He actually likes Daniel a lot, but he doesn't see him as a match since he likes bigger men. His other buddy, Vance, is a tank that befriended him when he bailed him out of a fight in elementary school. They both have hung out quite a bit in the last few years and have even had sleepovers in his backyard. He is very open with Daniel and has let him put his arms around his body when Daniel sleeps. This never connected with him before, but it is possible that he really likes Daniel. He is biracial and understands what Daniel has been going through more than he realizes. He too was picked on because of his differences when he was younger before he bulked up and took a stand against his bullies. Daniel invites his two good friends to a campsite the weekend before you all graduate to just enjoy their last days together. As all three of them are setting up their tents, Daniel feels really dizzy and has to go sit down somewhere. Vance sees how he his feeling and picks him up in his arms to carry him over to the riverbank beside the campsite. He sees that Daniel is about to go through some kind of change, but he doesn't want to tell him. He watches him closely to see if he is going to pass out or not. Anderson watches both guys as he continues to put up the tents and yells at Vance every once in a while to know how Daniel is doing. He lays him down and unbuttons his shirt because he sees how much Daniel is sweating now. He reassures him that he is there for him no matter what happens. Daniel can feel excruciating pain running up his legs and into his chest. Vance hears something pop as he watches his buddy’s legs lengthen their way towards the river. His eyes grow huge when he sees this as he also feels Daniel’s thighs getting thicker and stretching the fabric in his jeans. He notices the denim starting to fray as body hair emerges through the gaps. He looks down and witnesses his feet tearing through his boots as he starts to thrash about. Vance is now mesmerized by his transformation. With Daniel’s shirt still open, he sees his waist thicken as cords of muscle begin appearing in his midsection. Vance places his hands on Daniel’s growing chest and feels the pecs blowing up into giant mounds as his abs begin popping out from within. More cracking is heard as his back starts to reshape making room for more growth. It hurts exponentially, but Vance is noticing that Daniel is beyond the pain now. He sees lats growing from behind his back and they are pulling the shirt away from his body. Daniel’s back is growing so much that Vance can feel him actually being lifted from the ground by it. Now his arms are starting to vibrate uncontrollably. His skinny arms he had inside his shirt are now exploding in size, getting huge and powerful. He sees Daniel’s forearms shred the shirt as his growing biceps blow through the sleeves. Now his shoulders are ripping through the top of the shirt and Daniel’s neck widens leading to his voice changing. He hears his moans change to deep groans and growls. While his face still looks the same, his body hair has dramatically thickened as a black forest begins to grow all over his body. He caresses Daniel’s body hair as he goes in to kiss him. As he approaches the newly mature Daniel’s face, he watches in delight as a nice coating of hair has appeared on his face. The growing teen is spent from the growth, but Vance's kiss ignites fireworks between the two of them. Anderson missed the whole sequence, but he will soon know how it resulted. The pants Daniel is wearing are so dangerously tight that they are cutting off the circulation to his legs. To relieve the pressure, he flexes his new quads as the pant seams explode. He easily rips them off and to show off his beautifully hairy legs. Vance smiles as he turns him on so much. He tries to pick Daniel up, but he is now over 6' tall and Vance is 6'2. He kisses him passionately again and wants to make love to him. The underwear he is wearing amazingly is still intact, but his cock has slightly grown too. He has to adjust it to where his cock sits on the side instead of in the upright position. Vance starts rubbing it with loving caresses and holds him with his other hand. He looks Daniel straight into his green eyes and admits that he was aware of him impending change and wanted to wait until the time was right to make his move. He pulls his engorged cock out of his underwear and leans down to kiss the huge cockhead. He licks it with his tongue and then spits a small amount of saliva onto it making it nice and wet. Daniel feels his mouth go down on the shaft and slowly starts moving up and down on it getting a nice rhythm going. He moans incessantly as Vance gets him close to the edge and keeps stopping over and over again. This makes him want to go deeper inside Vance’s mouth. This prompts Daniel to start growing again as his ass rips the seams of his underwear. The eager sucker grabs the hair thickening up on his ass and starts to finger his hole. He can feel something from within Daniel that may cause another growth spurt and decides to pull his cock out of his mouth. He starts jerking him to the point that he can't hold back any more and erupts. His thick white fountain splashes Vance in the face as he starts gripping the ground. He smiles as Daniel’s back begins to get longer again. His muscles are getting so big and thick that his body hair now looks thinner. He scoops up some of Daniel’s cum and starts to rub it into his body beginning with the pecs and arms. The growing teen moans as it appears to be working. The hair thickens back up again and coats all of his muscles more than before. Vance gulps down Daniel’s growing cock and swallows the jizz that is still flowing out of him. He rubs his buddies head and wants to kiss him again. Daniel pulls Vance away from his cock long enough to drizzle some of his cum onto his tongue to share a wet kiss. He swallows the tasty cum and watches as his abs thicken up and widen. Vance rubs his bigger muscles and wants him to grow even bigger. At 6'6, he is not sure how much more Daniel wants. The two studly teens can now hear Anderson yelling back as he can see what has happened. He races over and feels how powerful Daniel’s body has become. He hasn't always been as open about his feelings for Daniel as Vance has, but he obviously likes what he sees since he has his hand in his pants. He sits down beside the two big teens and watches the two of them start to go further. Vance is taking his clothes off now so he can sit on top of Daniel’s thick cock. He bounces up and down on him wanting to feel him erupt inside his body so he can possibly have his own growth spurt. He is now about four inches taller than Vance and about 50 pounds bigger too so he can move him around with ease now. As they get into the doggy style position, Daniel is able to get all the way in and go to town on him. He yells in pleasure as the now aggressive top is hitting his prostate and milking him. Anderson moves down to get underneath so he can catch Vance’s spunk into his mouth. Daniel can feel how close he is now so he doesn’t hold back anymore. He shoots massive jets of cum into his eager bottom’s belly and shutters at the extraordinary feeling. Vance yells in ecstasy as he explodes straight into Anderson’s waiting mouth. Without much effort, Anderson sprays his spunk all over Vance’s big feet. The three horny teens fall over on the riverbank completely spent from the sexcapade that just occurred. Chapter 4 - The Stranger in the Woods Daniel’s growth cycle appears to be over as he reaches over to give Vance a huge kiss on his lips. With Anderson consuming Vance’s cum, the relationship between the three guys may have now changed forever. Vance’s confession that he cares a great deal about Daniel could lead to something more long term. After about thirty minutes, the three teens get up and start to clean up the campsite. Both Anderson and Vance are able to put their clothes back on, but Daniel’s dramatic transformation creates a really large problem, he cannot wear anything in his present condition. It is after a little bit of thinking that Daniel’s friends decide to use one of the tents as a way of covering him up since there is nothing else available. He laughs but agrees to try it out. Luckily his massive frame is able to fit completely inside the material as they tie a few ropes around his waist. His cock forms a huge bulge to the side of his leg but at least it is concealed. They now wonder if Daniel could even fit in the van that they brought with them on the trip. He tells them to not worry and that he can just tail them on the way back to the city since he knows the path there. Anderson and Vance think it is a crazy idea but they go along with it. They tell him they will see him a little later and drive off leaving him on his own. As he begins to leave the campsite, he realizes that he has no way of communicating with them if he has some kind of problem. He feels a little scared, but knows that his size should deter about anyone that approaches him. He makes it to the end of the country road that led to the campsite when he hears a voice getting closer. He looks around bewildered and starts to walk again. The voice draws even closer than before. He stops moving to wait and see if this person or thing will continue to follow him. He goes to turn his head as he comes face to face with an olive skinned man with a thick beard. He smiles as he pushes Daniel down on the ground. He tries punching the man, but he is unable to do much to him as the man pulls open the tent that was covering Daniel and plunges his thick cock inside him. The young hulk barely resists as the giant olive stud starts fucking him hard moving faster with each thrust. Before long, the intruder busts a huge load inside him and yells in ecstasy. Daniel punches him which makes him grab his face with his thick hands. He manages to push the giant stud off of him, but not before he is dragged back over to him. The man laughs as he pulls Daniel down to the ground to face him. ‘YOU WILL FUCKING SIT THERE MAN! I THINK I DESERVE SOME NOURISHMENT FROM YOU!’ The man grabs a hold of Daniel’s cock and starts stroking hard making him squirm. His strength is making the young hulk agonize as he feels a giant load building up inside him. The man smiles and knows he won’t have to wait too longer for his reward. He strokes faster as he feels the cum flowing from Daniel’s balls into his cock. He opens his mouth to catch the thick goo as it shoots directly into his throat. The young victim moans as he fills his attacker full of his juices. ‘MMMMM SO DELICIOUS MAN! I THINK YOU CAN FEED ME MORE AGAIN LATER!’ He lets go of Daniel’s cock as he falls over on to his back. The young victim appears to be rearing to leave again, but the huge Hispanic-looking man stops him yet again. ‘Going somewhere man! I don’t think so, you are going to stay here and keep me company.’ ‘What do you want from me? I am just trying to get home.’ ‘I doubt you will go anywhere near the city man. There are a lot of crazy people there. Trust me, that is how I ended up like this.’ Daniel stares at him intensely as he says this and wonders what exactly happened to this man. He starts to ask him a few questions. ‘So how did you get so massive?’ The man smiles at him. ‘How old are you anyway man? I’m 20 and let me tell you, I never thought I would be in this body for my entire life. My dream came true though and now I am a colossus of muscle.’ ‘I’m 18. I just graduated from high school actually. Wow you are 20? I would have guessed a bit older.’ The man glares at him for a few moments and then winks. ‘My name is Gavin in case you wanted to know. Of course I know you don’t give a shit, but I told you anyway.’ ‘My name is Daniel. I sort of hit puberty late since this just happened yesterday.’ ‘OHH I see. Well mine wasn’t puberty, it was caused by a chemical I ingested a few days ago. I sort of wish I had stayed where it happened now because I am wondering what the man I was with is up to.’ ‘There is someone else like you?’ ‘Well yes actually, I fucked him hard like you and he changed. I doubt that it will affect you since you have a different problem hehe.’ Daniel and Gavin talk for several more minutes before they decide that maybe they should lay low for awhile. ‘Damn my friends are probably waiting for me in the city. What should I do Gavin?’ ‘Forget it man, if they come back here they are making a mistake because you are better off being away from them.’ ‘I care a great deal about one of them though. I can’t just forget about him.’ ‘Daniel, I have the same problem too, but I know it is for the best if I stay away from him.’ They share some more stories about their lovers before Gavin recommends that they keep moving along. He shares some food with Daniel that he made when he was scavenging over the past few days. He tells the young hulk that they will have to constantly eat to maintain their energy and frankly their minds. Since Gavin is a bit bigger than his younger counterpart, he agrees that he will hunt for more food if Daniel can build a shelter for them for the night. He agrees and Gavin disappears for a bit. Daniel gets to work on building the shelter as he breaks down a bunch of huge branches and finds things to tie them together with. He hasn’t really done much of this before even though he remembers a few things from Boy Scouts. As the sun goes down, Daniel manages to put the shelter together in a decent fashion. He hears huge footsteps and hopes that it is Gavin and nobody else. He can feel whatever it is breathing on him as he turns around. To his surprise, it is a giant brown bear standing on its back legs. Before he can make a sound, his older companion comes out of nowhere and breaks the bear’s neck like it is nothing. Gavin smiles really big and says point blank, ‘WE HAVE DINNER!’ Then he remarks how Daniel didn’t make a fire, but laughs. After finding an appropriate spot, Daniel starts the fire up as Gavin carves up the bear into segments. He asks if his young buddy has anything to cook with and he shakes his shoulders. Gavin disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a giant metal tub. Daniel gives him a strange look and then asks where he got that from. The older hulk laughs and says somewhere close by and plants the tub close to the fire. He tells Daniel to build him a shelf so he can put the tub on it. ‘Who am I, Mr. Handyman?’ ‘You seem to be doing fine to me man. Get to it Daniel!’ Daniel finds some stray branches and manages to tie them together enough that they can surround the fire. Gavin sits the tub in the middle as it heats up. He throws massive amounts of bear meat into it and watches it cook up. The two hulks marvel at how delicious it looks as it cooks. Gavin decides to take some of the meat out to let it bake in the sun the next morning since he plans on moving on to another destination in a day or two. As the sun disappears from the sky, the two huge men chow down on the cooked meat in some makeshift bowls that Daniel made out of some scrap wood. It doesn’t take long for them to finish eating to go lay down in their shelter. Gavin remarks at how well-constructed it is and then turns to look at Daniel and winks. The younger hulk blushes a bit as he begins to realize that he is warming up to this strange man laying with him. They both have things in common it seems and yet they are so incredibly different. Daniel is still thinking that Anderson and Vance will probably come looking for him possibly as early as the next day since he did promise that he would follow behind them. Gavin again tells him that he needs to just move along because going back to the city is not a wise decision at this point because of his size. He explains how he became who he is to Daniel and how he volunteered for a secret project with a doctor that he refers to as Raines. Originally he was a bit scared about it since at that point in time he was quite shy. Once the chemical entered into his body though, something ferocious was unleashed from inside and he became who he is now. Daniel is intrigued by his story and talks about his late puberty. Gavin moves in closer as he tells his story and rubs his face a little. He can tell that the young hulk is very close to dosing off so he leans him against his chest. After a few minutes, they both doze off as neither one of them knows what will happen next.
  6. Chester and his nephew Donald, or Dom as he preferred to be called, drove through the nice expensive neighborhood of their town. Chester, who had made a lot of money with his job as researcher in a big chemical facility, had been searching for a new house for a while. His old one had become a little small after Dom, who worked as personal trainer in a nearby gym, had broken up with his girlfriend and moved in with his uncle. Chester had found a real estate agent who was well known for selling exquisite property, though not much was known despite not much being known about him. As the two drove through to the mysterious man’s office in Chester’s vintage cabriolet, they once again talked about their favorite topic, Dom’s bed stories. Chester, being the 60 year old man he was, actually enjoyed hearing Dom go on about how he banged nearly every girl he laid eye on, which looking back might be the reason his girlfriend threw him out. It wasn’t long before Chester pulled the car over in front of a serious looking office building. They entered the real estate agent’s office and found him putting the finishing touches to the contract. “Ah Mr. Banton, I’ve been waiting for you. I just finished the papers for the mansion on the hell you had requested. Just to be sure I also included the exchange of the bedroom closets and the remodeling of the garden into the contract.” “Excellent, … Luke, was it?”, Chester replied followed by a nod from Luke, leaving Dom a little puzzled why his uncle addressed the man with his first name. “Are you sure you wish to make the adjustments mentioned in the contract, Mr. Banton?”, Luke asked. Now it was Chester’s turn to be puzzled “Of course, yes I do.”, the rich man replied. “Your wish is my command.”, the real estate agent grinned and added, “Now I just need your signature here. And of course your nephew’s too.” Both of the men nodded. Luke had been really insisting on Dom signing too, since he would live in the mansion too. Neither one of the men noticed the ink shortly sporing a golden gleam as they shook hands with Luke or the wicked grin on the real estate agent’s face as they left. ———————————————————————————————————– Eager to see their new home, Chester quickly talked Dom into driving there, though he had so much energy, he could run their. They climbed into the car and drove off. Soon they passed by a shoe store. All of a sudden a question popped up in Chester’s mind. He had been planning to gift Dom shoes for his birthday in a few weeks, but didn’t know his size. Trying to sound as unsuspicious as possible he asked his nephew: “Hey Dom, your shoes look awfully big. What shoe size do you have again?” The personal trainer wanted to immediately tell his uncle, he had gigantic size 16 feet, since he knew what his uncle had planned to get him for birthday, but instead he said: “I only have sight 8, unlike you with your boat feet, Uncle Chester.” It felt weird for him to say that, but comparing his own small feet to his uncle’s it was definitely true. Dom had found one of his uncle’s shoes in the hallway once and a quick look at the label had confirmed that the 60 year-old really had size 17 feet, despite his meek stature. Though Dom found that Chester looked a bit beefier than usual. Had he been working out? As it turned out the mansion was on top of a hill and the way from the estate agent’s office included a steep street, not that Chester’s car had any struggle with it. Actually it was quite the opposite. He accelerate so much that Dom was pressed back in his seat, only just noticing that his head didn’t sit quite as much above the end of the car seat as usual or that the higher they drove up the hill, the further down he slid at the leather seat, until his head was barely at the bottom of the headrest. What he did notice though was that he had to crane his neck upwards to look at his uncle’s face. The old man was really a behemoth. “How tall are you again, Uncle Chester?” The older man had to wrinkled his forehead as he tried to remember. “Something like 7 feet, maybe a little more?”, he answered, clearly not sure of his exact height himself. Dom just gulped. His uncle was a tower, especially compared to the 5′8″ figure of his nephew. And even though Dom was still more muscular, probably because he was younger, the older man had an impressive body for his age. It seemed like they had been driving far to fast, since a police car pulled them over not much later. Chester didn’t seem to worry much and why would he. He had a ton of money and could probably pay any fine they imposed on him. Dom on the other hand wasn’t nearly as confident, throwing nervous glances over to his uncle. The officer ordered Chester to lower his window by gesture. “You have been driving nearly 20 mph too fast back there. Do you have anything to justify yourself?”, the policeman asked. “Sorry officer, but I just bought this car and can’t really assess it’s velocity. My doctor also said I have this thing called shaky feet and that’s a little hindering while driving.”, Chester justified himself. The cop just rolled his eyes. “Your driver’s license please.” Obediently Chester gave him the document. “So you’re 15, is that right?”, the man asked and Chester almost wanted to correct him, but neither Chester nor Don found themselves able to. “Yeah that’s right.”, Chester’s, or as he preferred to be called, Chez’ booming bass broke the silence, while the policeman noted the young millionaire’s particulars. “I’ll turn a blind eye this time, Chez, but next time I’ll have to give you a fine. By the way, are you still in for Maria’s birthday present?”, the cop asked. “The threeway? Sure thing, bro, but seriously can’t you get your wife other presents than this?”, Chez responded, giving his hefty bulge an effective grab, resulting in the young cop rolling his eyes, “Anyway, see you later in the gym, bro.” And with that words, Chez closed the window and started the car again. When they were nearly at their destination, Chez finally finished his overly long and graphic story about the night before. “Well long story short, girls just can’t resist this face. I’m sure you were like that when you were younger too, Uncle Donald.” The elderly Donald just smirked. In his younger days Donald had been quite the player, despite his relatively small height. He had been quite well in shape, though not as incredibly muscular as his nephew. But that was to be expected, after all Chez had made a fortune with his own line of gyms, for which he was the poster boy. Finally they drove up the driveway of the new mansion. The house really was huge and the garden surrounding it was too. Just when Chez pulled the car over in front of the front door, he turned over to his uncle. “I think you have a crumb in your beard. Let me remove it.”, he said and reached over to remove said object from Donald’s beard. Only that he didn’t only pull out the crumb, but pulled the whole beard off his uncle’s face with it. The two of them couldn’t even comprehend what happened when the beard sunk into Chez’ hand and pushed out of the gym owner’s lantern jaw, forming a dense forest of black hair pushed out of his lantern jaw and coating it in a perfect designer stubble. Just when the strange event ended, not that either of the two men remembered it, Chez’ girlfriend pushed the front doors open. Immediately the hunky jock left the car and ran towards her. “I missed you so much, baby. The house is amazing, thanks for selling it to me.”, Chez said. “No problem, baby. And sorry I couldn’t lower the price any more.”, Lucy, his girlfriend replied. “No problem, after all you made up for it that night.” ———————————————————————————————————– Several days later, Lucy laid on the terrace and watched Chez swim through the mansion’s large pool. The large muscles of his back and powerful are arms bulged extremely as he did in the large swimming pool. She smiled wickedly at how well her plan, making the older man sign a contract to get him the manliness of his nephew, had worked out. The former Dom, now Donald, still lived with them, but the many rooms of the house allowed them to still have sex whenever they wanted. The imposing figure of the muscular jock escaped the water and as he climbed the stairs up to her, the bulge in his tight speedo bouncing seductively. As he stood before her, Lucy pulled out the still wet, monstrous tool from it’s constricting prison and started massaging it. A deep moan escaped the gym owner’s lips as he easily lowered the girl and himself down onto another lounger that would probably break from their passionate and intense love making. Just before he pushed his humongous cock into her awaiting pussy, the estate agent whispered into Chester’ ear: “You and your uncle should really start reading the fine print.” Then he finally pushed in and her body exploded with bliss.
  7. Lewis was pretty much perfect in every way. At the age of 21 he was the undisputed Big Man on Campus, being both the captain of the wrestling and football team. He wasn’t a jerk though, the 6′6″ 280 lbs behemoth always being friendly towards anyone he met and helpful and caring for those in trouble. Everybody knew that Lewis was attending the college on a scholarship, but most people didn’t know that this scholarship had nothing to do with his athletic success. Lewis was just a genius, having shown remarkable talent for Organic Chemistry and Biochemistry. At the young age of 18 Lewis had written an essay, which later led to the discovery of a cure for the flu. Lewis’ genius also extended to other areas. He excelled at math and literature and (what most of the sorority houses could testament to) the bedroom. He was an expert at fucking all girls into ecstasy with his thick 10″ cock. But all the good guy act and nice persona ended at the threshold of his house.That’s what Lewis’ little brother Leonard knew far too well. Lewis forced his little brother constantly to do things for him, like washing his dirty clothes and doing his housework. What was even worse, was that Leonard was gay and Lewis had caught him one day while Leonard was sniffing at the stretched out jockstrap Lewis had worn to practice that day. From then on it went kind of downhill, with Lewis constantly walking around in only his jockstraps or even nude. Their shared room didn’t make matters better and so Leonard had to witness more than once how Lewis fucked a girl silly. It wasn’t like Leonard would have any way to pay him back. The 18-year-old was pretty much the complete opposite of his big bro. He was below average in pretty much every area, be it height, athleticism, beauty, intelligence or even dick size. That is until Leonard found a program called Chronivac. ———————————————————————————————————– It was a nice sunny day and Lewis had talked his best friend Tony into coming over to his house and chilling. They walked home and took a detour to the river in order to enjoy the day some more and maybe pick up a few chicks if they were at it. They even saw Leonard driving by in a bus, though he was too busy typing on his phone to notice them. Lewis’ and Tony’s plan didn’t succeed, the chicks weren’t really interested and not even Lewis’ legendary charm could change their opinion. Just when the third girl in a row had turned him down, Lewis was hid by a headache. He remembered that persuasion had never been his strong point. That’s why he normally let his body and face do the talking. Frustrated he came home and immediately saw something disturbing. A jockstrap, looking like size 3XL was draped over the handrail. What looked even worse was that the flexible material was even stretched out from what must have been a farm animal sized set of genitals. “Weird.”, Lewis uttered and threw it in the laundry basket, Lewis would have to wash it later. The two jocks stepped into the garden and decided to play some football. The game was kind of one sided, with Lewis taking the obvious lead. This went on for several minutes, until the door opened. Out stepped Leonard, clad in nothing more than a jockstrap, just like the one Lewis had fished off the handrail. And just like he had theorized, the owner was seriously packing. Another wave of dizziness hit him. It was only natural for Leonard to have 3XL as a jockstrap size, his genitals were ridiculously disproportionate on his skinny frame. He scratched at his humongous bulge and Lewis and Tony had and equally frustrating feeling of emptiness in their crotch areas. The two built sport stars were always mocked for being so unhung, both barely having 3 inches of cock when hard. “What you’re looking at, Lewis?”, Leonard mockingly asked and scratched at his bulge once more. “Fuck off, twerp?”, Lewis answered angrily and turned back to playing with Tony. The beefy linebacker still couldn’t get over how different Lewis was from his brother Leonard, the one being an gerbil dicked supertalent and the other just a horsehung average guy. Tony though noticed a displeased look crossing the younger brother’s face as he pulled his phone seemingly out of nowhere and began typing. The next thing the two jocks knew was that it felt like ants were crawling under their facial skin, but that feeling subsided as quickly as it had come. Suddenly Leonard called from the door. “It’s really fun to see Troll and the Ogre play this game. You’re really good at this guys.” A little embarrassed Lewis and Tony looked at each other. The nicknames ‘Troll’ and ‘the Ogre’ weren’t really the nicest around, but they were unfortunately fitting. Lewis was called “Troll” because of his crooked teeth and crooked nose, that had been broken multiple times. It gave him an intimidating look, that fit his burly build and towering height. On the other hand “the Ogre” Tony had earned his nickname from his overhanging mono brow and spotty skin, which made him look kind of dumb all the time. With a brooding look the two brutes turned at Leonard and were, as always, taken aback by his looks. Leonard looked like a Grecian statue had come to life, his face looking hard and like it was carved out of marble, while at the same keeping the young pretty boy charm of a 17-year-old. His features were so perfect they would make Narcissus jealous and put Adonis to shame. His eyes were so blue, that even the bluest of skies looked grey against them. “I said you should fuck off, twerp.”, Lewis said and resumed playing, or at least he tried to, since he was hypnotized by Leonard’s beauty. It took Lewis a moment to shake him awake and get him to play. And once again they ignored the pissed off look on Leonard’s cherubic face. The moment Lewis threw his 5′6″ frame into 5′5″ one he was hit by another headache. Wasn’t he to be taller? But no, Leonard was the tall one of the two. Lewis was even glad he was so short, since it wouldn’t make sense for a wrestler to be tall. With his short frame he could use his power more concentrated. It also made sense for a football player like Tony, because he was more agile that way. Though it would have certainly be nice to be as tall as Leonard with his 7′3″ frame. But Lewis “little” brother had the constant problem of banging his head on the doorframes, even though their parents had installed extra high ones, so that wouldn’t happen. But then another headache hit Lewis and Tony, resulting in the two of them grabbing their heads with petite hands. Why would the two of them ever be active in sports like football and wrestling. Their build was more fit for gymnastics, that was if their balance wasn’t thrown off by the big bouncy bubble butt they possessed. They both had a more skinny stature with small, flexible muscles. On the other hand was Lewis’ older brother Leo. He was the undisputed stallion of his campus, and he wasn’t even 20 yet. That said, didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten a taste of most of the sorority members on his campus. They just enjoyed rubbing Leo’s massive juicy pecs, while riding on his horse cock or feeling up he giant arms Leo called his own. Of course tracing the deep ridges of Leo’s sixpack wasn’t a turn off either. “At least I have still my scholarship.”, Lewis lisped and tried to recall what he and Tony had just done, when he heard the typing from the door. “Yeah, gymnast scholarships are great.”, Tony answered and giggled dumbly. Of course they would only get in college like that, after all the two twinks had barely made it through high school, because they had constantly milked their classmates’ dicks. And if they weren’t busy with that, Tony had to take care of Leo’s monster. Right after that thought had left his mind, Lewis heard a rumble come from next to him. It’s source was obviously Tony, who was seemingly quite hungry, judging the way he rubbed his ass. Fortunately Leo was close and walked up to the twink. “Wanna have your meal now?”, he asked and pulled down his gym shorts. Immediately Tony cupped the cum heavy bull nuts and began massaging them, while working the mammoth tool with his bottomless throat. “Make it quick though, some girls are coming over later.”, Leo said and forced Tony further down his cock. Hungrily Lewis licked his lips and thought about how delicious Leo’s cock must taste, but for now he’d have to settle for some jock from the gym.
  8. “Sir, what kind of car is that” “I was giving it an oil change, my first one by the way” “And I got a load of oil on me, then I looked like this” “Really, you don’t see a problem” “I’m in high school, I was just being shown the ropes” “Now I look like I should be on the cover of Men’s Fitness” “OK, the abs aren’t that bad” “And it’s nice being taller” “But how do I explain this” “WHY SHOULD I EXPLAIN IT” “Because I was like 5ft8 and barely 90 pounds” “Now look at me, these arms have more muscle then my old body did” “OK, I’ll flex my arms again” “Sir, what are you doing, stop touching me” “You’re like 25, I’m barely 18” “Oh, you’re right, I’ll probably 25 now” “So… I really shouldn’t be a 25 year old virgin” “Especially if I look like this” “Water is great man” “Oh, what happened to me” “What do you mean” “Are you crazy, I’ve always been a stud” “I’m serious man, are you OK” “Wait, you don’t remember me at all” “Shit, that guy had said my life would change” “Oh, yea, I saved this guy” “But if he had changed anything then I would be different” “I mean I’ve always been 6ft4” “I’ve always been ripped” “I’ve always been this good looking” “Wait, you really don’t remember” “You think I was a pasty nerd, that’s weird” “So you don’t remember sucking me off” “Mate, you suck me off all the time” “I come back from working at the pizza shop and I’m super horny” “I’ve got like a baby’s arm in my shorts, and you can’t wait to get some” “You are like addicted to my cock” “Don’t blush man, you’re a great cock sucker” “How about it, there’s some beach huts back there” “I’m sure I can get you to remember”
  9. Johnathan had enjoyed planning his class’ graduation journey very much. Even though it was solely his job as the class rep, but the whole class supported him. Everybody searched for travel destinations and after a while everybody agreed on the Big Apple. There was shopping for the girls and lots of cute girls for the guys and a travel agency named “Terrence & Ford Touristics” made a cheap offer. So when the day had come, Everybody boarded a plane in Berlin and about 3 hours later they landed in New York. It was quite the task, holding a pack of 20 hormone charged 18-year-olds together, but he mastered the task and another 2 exhausting hours later they came to their hotel. Just like the pictures at TF Touristics had promised it was pretty fine for the price they had payed. He confidently approached the reception desk, even though he felt oddly nervous. But the receptionist welcomed him with a warm smile and said: “If I had to guess I would say you are the class from Berlin, right? The people from Terrence & Ford told us you would arrive soon. So, are there only boys in your group or are there any girls, because of the rooms?” Jonathan wanted to tell the guy, that they were mostly girls in class, but as he turned towards his travel group a headache ht him and then he suddenly remembered. Of course his class consisted solely of male students, they were a boys-only-school after all. Still a little puzzled he turned around again and took the keys from the receptionist, distributing them among his classmates. After everyone was done getting their luggage in their hotel rooms, they reassembled in the hotel’s lobby. “How about we have a sightseeing tour now?”, Jonathan asked into the round, getting an agreeing murmur as reply. Armed with a map of New York, Jonathan lead his friends through the city streets. Suddenly a guy on the far front, Erik, pointed at one of the advertising boards. It was for some Pixar movie, ‘A Giant in New York’. Then he shouted: ”Looks like anyone of us could play the main character, right boys?”, which lead to general laughter. It was true though, none of the boys was under 6′4″ and they were all only 18 years old. Jonathan was among the biggest of them, standing at an imposing height of 6′9″, standing head and shoulders over the normal sized people. They didn’t even get around the next corner, when Frank, a guy in the back, called their attention to another billboard, this time for a line of beauty products for men. “Not like anybody needs it in this class, am I right guys?”, he asked and everybody shouting back “Damn, right!”, in unison, having people even turn their heads, because of the deep thunderous rumble. Jonathan knew everyone was kind of cocky and didn’t really care if everyone stared at them, well in fact they really enjoyed it. And why wouldn’t they be cocky, every single student had at least modeled professionally once and they had even been elected the most handsome class in all of Germany. “Damn a coke would be nice now, don’t you agree?”, from in the middle of the crowd Anthoine, an exchange student from France, said. “Well, I’ve got something coke bottle sized right here.”, Erik replied and grabbed his packed crotch. The whole class burst out laughing. It was the usual joke around their class, since everybody was at least as hung as Erik was, some like Jonathan had even more hid in their pants. It always looked like a porno when they undressed after PE. One time their Coach burst into the room while they were all nude and half shocked, half joking commented that he felt like he was on a bull farm, seeing their oversized balls and cocks. Not even two corners later the peaceful sightseeing tour was interrupted again, this time by a guy named Lukas, who laughed at the giant pic of a male model in an underwear commercial. “Hahahaha, what a fucking pansy, anyone of us would look better as an underwear model.” His claim was underlined by the approving murmur of the others. They seriously would be better suited for this job. They all were just plain built, but paired with their incredible leanness and their overall overwhelming handsomeness they were just walking wet dreams. No surprise though that they were only given male teachers, since there had been to many incidents with female teachers having multiple orgasms after only one lesson. And that was only from looking at them, although it would have been a lot less complicated if anyone of them ever bothered with putting on a shirt. ‘But it would be a shame to hide these masterpieces’, Jonathan thought as he looked into the other’s faces. “Well I guess we won’t get far with sightseeing anymore, since everybody wants to read billboards. How about we return to the hotel.”, Jonathan proposed, but then he got quizzical looks from the others. “Dude did you hit your head on doorframes to much? Why would we go sightseeing in New York, we were born here after all. And did you forget we have a job to do?”, Carl, another one of the taller guys replied, waving a bunch of leaflets. “Ugh, you’re right, sorry guys. But why don’t we take a selfie, before we continue. Gotta show the followers online where we are.”, John replied. After the picture was taken, they resumed their work. “Visit ‘Big Bro-thel’ and get a piece of us.”, John said, gesturing towards the extraordinary group of young men, he called colleagues.
  10. “What the fuck is this, Billy.”, I screamed at my ‘little’ brother. “It’s a new laptop, duh.”, he replied with a wide smile. “I know, but where did you get the money to buy it?”, but then an idea came to my mind “You didn’t use your price money, did you?.” “Of course I did.” “You were supposed to buy supplements from this money.”, I said and facepalmed myself. “But why should I, your magic can help me stay this big, right?” Technically he was right, but I didn’t want him to rely on my spells any longer. I mean he was depending on me at first, but now he is (or at least looks) grown up and older than me. He shouldn’t be relying to much on me and my magic anymore, right? Oh yeah right, I am a wizard. Though I haven’t been one for too long, to be exact for only about a month. It seems like one of my ancestors was a magician and he passed his magic down to me and it kicked in when I hit puberty (Which was in my case at the age of 19), though it came at a cost. My magic powers bloomed like nothing, but my body somehow got left behind. So at the age of 19 I stood at a meager height of only 5′7″ and was as thin as a stick. And I could see that my little brother Billy was going down the same lane. But then I found a spell book in the attic, which had been left behind by my ancestor. There were a lot of interesting transformation spells inside, like transmuting water into oil or making plants into animals. But the most interesting spell for me was the following: Manhood Acceleration If your boy has yet to hit his 19th summer and yet to bloom into a man, Use this spell to help him rise into the best version of himself he can. Take a hair from his head, lay it into a ring of light And recite the incantation, be prepared for a fight: Mare Magnum Corpus Puerulum I didn’t want my brother to get treated the same way I had been, like being stuffed into trash cans or given wet willys, so I decided to give this spell a try. Of course I tried a few other spells beforehand, after all I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I practiced a few spells the following week, like turning a tree’s leafs red or making our hamster into a bunny (Of course I reversed the spells afterwards). Finally I felt ready to cast the spell and sneaked up behind my brother, pulling a few hairs out of his head. He started making a scene and his eyes started to water, which spontaneously made me wonder if the spell would take care of this too. This same night I used the spell, finding out it was more tiring than I had anticipated and I fell into my bed more exhausted than I had ever been. The next morning I woke up to the sound of slapping flesh. I followed the noise and found myself in front of my brother’s room. Slowly I opened door and found a strange man in my brother’s bed, jacking off what seemed like a foot of wrist thick meaty cock. I was shocked at first but this feeling only deepened when I recognized the facial features of my 12-year-old brother on this incredibly muscled heavily tattooed frame, strangely distorted and stretched across a new more manly bone structure. “Hey bro, I feel funny today, especially my dick.”, he said out in a smooth deep baritone voice, that oozed confidence, all the while rubbing his impressive tool. It would be an understatement to say, that the spell’s results surprised me. It isn’t like reality shifted or something like this, but everybody seemed strangely accepting to the fact, that the cute 12-year-old blew up into a musclebound college aged guy. Our mom even started calling Billy, or as he prefers to be called now ‘Bill’, the older brother just the next day. When I told my family about the spell, they just shrugged their shoulders and continued whatever they were doing like I just told them that it was sunny outside. Then I saw an advert for a local muscle show and got an idea to profit from Billy’s body. Needless to say he rocked the show and easily took first place (And I think he banged the cute judges afterwards.) Though I hope he will start acting a little more adult, I mean we can’t have him buy a new computer every time he takes first place, right?
  11. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”, asked the brute in the hallway as I wiped sleep from my eyes. “You had a nightmare again, right?”, I replied, though I already knew the answer, seeing his terrified look. The thing is that the guy in the photo looks like a fitness freak in his mid-twenties and his passport would support that guess, but the truth is, that this man is my little brother Dominick. He nodded and tears started rolling down his cheeks. “Come on, Donny, don’t cry. Remember? You’re a big man now.”, I said patting his bowling ball shoulder, “Come in, you can sleep in my bed tonight, but this is the last time. You’re a grown up now and grown ups don’t cry because of nightmares.” As Donny and I climbed under my blanket I couldn’t help but be once again amazed by the body he now called his own. I had seen a few bodybuilders on TV, but they all paled in comparison to my ‘little’ brother. His already mentioned bowling ball shoulders connected to a pair of grapefruit sized biceps and humongous forearms. His traps almost swallowed his neck and his pecs were easily as hard and heavy as bowling balls and overshadowed his thick sixpack. His legs were wider than an average person’s waist and just as muscular as the rest of his body, completed by the size 17 boat feet, that made up the base of his monstrous 6′5″ frame. Feeling the wide frame of my brother pressed against my back, i couldn’t help but remember the circumstances, that had let to my situation. My mother had died a few months after Dominick was born and our father, being one of the higher ups in the US military, was rarely home. So it was up to me to raise Donny. I brought him to school in the morning and after school I picked him up again with my bike. I cooked for him and read him stories, helped him with his homework and even managed to teach him a thing or two about life. Then one day, about a week ago, my father came back once again, carrying an ominous briefcase with him. He said he was on a trip to the other side of the country and decided to stop by and look how things were going. Turns out the thing in his briefcase was a bottle with some kind of liquid, that had to be kept cold and so he decided to pack it in the fridge, though he told the two of us explicitly how dangerous the fluid was and that we shouldn’t open the bottle under any circumstances. The next morning Dominick was up particularly early and still half asleep he wanted to make himself a bowl of cereals. Sleepy as he was he confused the bottle of milk with the bottle our father had had in his briefcase. I came into the kitchen just in time to see him gulp down the last spoon of his breakfast. He just smiled at me and pointed at the empty bottle, standing on the kitchen table. I only stared at it in shock as he said: “Mike, the milk tasted funny.” As it seems, the bottle our father had brought home contained some kind of it super soldier serum the military had created secretly, It was supposed to be given to a seasoned soldier and not to someone like my brother. Within an hour Donny had grown over two feet and gained more than 200 pounds of solid muscle. Our father, on one side angered at my brother for drinking the serum, on the other hand pleasantly surprised by the effects of the drug, decided that it would be easier for us to move, than to explain why a hulking man with a face strongly resembling my brother’s had appeared and why my younger brother was gone. The whole move went pretty well and with the new documents my father had gotten Dominick he was now legally 24 and made my guardian, though I still had to do everything around the house. Despite now being a grown up legally, my brother was mentally only 6 years old. but the aging and rapid growth weren’t the only changes the serum had made to my brother. The military had had test being run on him and the results were amazing. He was now not only super strong (He had curled about a ton without even breaking in sweat.), but his stamina had been lifted to superhuman levels as well (Donny had been running on a treadmill for more than 10 hours and then the equipment had given up.). Oddly enough though was that my little brother was still childish (He still played with his action figures, despite being in better shape than all of them.) but he was also ridiculously intelligent ( He had solved the Hodge Conjecture, one of the major unsolved problems in mathematics, within a few hours, a problem that mathematicians world wide had been struggling with for years.) Suddenly I was I brought back to reality as I felt a pushing in my back and heard the deep murmuring of my brother. “Oh yeah, Cynthia, just like that.”, he whispered as he grinded his growing bulge against my ass. Wait, Cynthia? Wasn’t that the 18-year-old daughter of our neighbors? But that wasn’t important right now. Donny’s giant erection had caused his comic print briefs to rip apart and he was now pushing his bare cock against my back. I just hope I can wake him up, before he lives out his wet dreams on me.
  12. The day was finally there. Beatrice and her classmates would finally get their high school diplomas. They would get the certificate of all their hard years of working through school, leave this lame small town and conquer the world. And her future looked bright, after all she was the second best student in her year. The only student, who was smarter than her was the Chinese genius Chang Lee. She had to admit, that she was jealous of him. The little nerd came from a rich family and was captain of the chess and debate teams. Rumor had it, that he got accepted into the MIT an Harvard and even had an offer to study abroad in Oxford. “Beatrice LaDorre.”, the principal said. Finally it was her turn to get the diploma. As she stepped on the stage and looked at the audience, all she could see were happy faces. Even her mom smiled, though it looked slightly wicked. They’d had a quarrel the other day. Her mom had gotten furious after Bea had told her that she was the second best student in her year. The argument had ended with her mom yelling after her: “I will make you the best student.” Oddly enough she didn’t take photos of her own daughter, maybe she was still angry with Bea. Then she left the stage and it was time for the real star to appear. “It’s an honor to me to hand a diploma over to the best student this year, Chang Lee.”, the headmaster announced and Chang entered the stage. Surprised she saw her mother draw an odd old polaroid cam and then there was a blinding flash as she took the photo. ‘He will do just fine.’, Angela LaDorre thought, ‘But he definitely won’t be an honor student anymore.’ —————————————————————————————————- When the flash had subsided, Chang felt odd. Heavy, big and somehow at ease. When he looked down to find the origin of the feeling, all he could whisper was: ”Fuck.” He was a fucking stud. His arms were easily the size of softballs and he felt like he could effortlessly lift trucks with one hand. Unfortunately his pecs were so big, that he could not see what laid underneath. But he sensed, that the rest of his body was just as powerful and muscular as his beefy arms. All that he could see beneath his monster pecs was the prominent bulge in a pair of shiny red posers. “And here is our next participant. Nr. 476, Chang Lee.”, a voice announced and somehow Chang felt compelled to enter the stage. When he, still in awe, stepped in front of the audience he noticed that he couldn’t remember anything from his old life. He couldn’t even remember how to add up simple numbers. His head felt so empty, but it was okay. He knew that he would win this contest and then he would fuck a few twinks backstage, just like he always did.
  13. “This really isn’t what I meant when I wished for jock sex” *You’re jostled around as the man wearing you grinds against his boyfriend* “I’d have liked to have been one of the guys” “Or you know have some basic senses” “I’m just getting this loose idea of what’s happening” “I could be in a washing machine for all I know” *Then you realise without a mouth you can’t make another wish* “Shit…. I’m stuck like this aren’t I” *From his invisible perch the Djinn watched the hung jocks grind and kiss with a smirk on his lips* “Yea, keep smiling you cunt” “I know it was you who sold me out to the exam board months back” “But you don’t know that I know” “So keep smiling, keep enjoying our holiday” “Keep resting your beautiful ass on Kent’s amazing shoulders” “Keep flicking your hair in the breeze” “Because come tonight your body, life and near perfect test scores are mine” “Oh, look who’s waking up” *You stare up at your baby brothers face on a hugely muscled body* “Yea…. So guess who opened your mail” *His arm twitches and he smirks a little* “Now don’t be angry” “I’ll pay you back for the potion” *You go to sit up, he pushes you back down* “Now, I’m thinking you getting to watch me workout is $100” “Listening to me fuck babes through your bedroom wall is $200” “So if my math is correct….” *He stops to mentally workout the relatively easy math* “It will take three months of lifting and fucking to pay you back” *He smiles widely* “Should we get started, those cheerleaders you tutor just arrived”
  14. Adam was always in the gym, constantly trying to build and sculpt his already excellent body. His boyfriend Robby was tired of it, he thought that Adam was perfect already, he looked like a fitness model. But Adam wanted to be bigger, he wanted to be at a bodybuilder level. His body and his genetics weren’t going to let it happen. So Robby decided to step in, he got ahold of either a magical or scientific super protein shake, it mattered on who you asked. It would give Adam the boost he wanted, and if Adam was happy then Robby was happy. That was till the growth started. It was fine at first, Adam went from toned lean muscle to looking like a ripped linebacker. Then no matter how much he shaved he always had a pelt of dark hair on his chest, legs and stomach. His beard was worse, it was impossibly thick and scratchy. Robby was also worried that Adam was going bald, his thick brown hair was thinning and getting much shorter. He was also getting older, he’d gone from 25 to near his 40’s in a couple days, but Robby wasn’t very concerned with that. Because it came with a huge rise in their sex life. The new older beefier Adam was an animal, always pinning Robby down and grinding against him whenever he saw his boyfriend. Which was all the time because Adam didn’t go to the gym anymore. So all in all Robby liked having the new daddy Adam around, till one morning. Robby woke as usual covered in cum and sweat from the mammoth fuck session the night before. Adam was still snoring away, all big, veiny and hairy. Robby was in the middle of making breakfast when Adam thudded into the kitchen in just his undies. “Hey babe” he growled, itching his furry stomach Robby noticed it, Adam’s abs were gone, just a plump flabby gut. “You know babe, just a little breakfast for me” He jiggled his belly “I’m gonna need to start hitting the gym again” Robby sighed and wondered what the opposite of a protein shake was.
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