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  1. David watched as Logan climbed into the graffiti covered bus. His best friend flinging his skinny legs over one of the empty window frames and heaving his slender form into the guts of the old bus. The bus was an urban legend for their town. David’s parents had talked about it being around when they were kids, Logan had even said that his grandfather knew about the buried bus. The story was that the bus was an old red London double decker bus. A London bus which had somehow found its way across the Atlantic and then across the United States and found itself buried in a rocky valley in California. Everyone from drunk British sailors or aliens had been blamed for the buried bus, but for kids its was a place of horror. It was a place where you showed off how brave you were, a place where dares were made. “I dare you to touch the bus” “I dare you to sit in one of the seats” Logan hadn’t been dared at all, he was just curious, not that David wasn’t curious, he was just scared. Even though David was a senior in high-school and heading off to college soon the buried bus still scared him. Even beneath a cloudless blue sky with a bright sun shining the rusty colour strewn bus was creepy, there was just something about it. It didn’t seem to affect Logan, he wanted to know what was on the bottom deck of the bus. Not one of the stories about the buried bus explained why it was buried or what was on the bottom floor. No one had even seemed to have gone down the stairs to the bottom floor, no one even mentioned that it had a bottom floor beyond saying it was a double decker London bus. So David stood about 20 ft away from the bus as his best friend vanish into its interior. “You see anything” David called He could see Logan head of messy brown hair popping up from behind the rusty frame of a window. “Nothing, just graffiti and rusty seats” Logan called back While Logan had a very youthful voice, almost like puberty had skipped him, he was still able to throw a lot of authority into his voice. He always sounded confident even though a strong wind would blow him away like a plastic bag. “You see the stairs” David called He watched Logan’s messy hair move from the front of the bus down towards the back. “Yea, they are here” Logan called back There was a moment of silence and then the sound of a rock bouncing down the metal stairs. “Its not buried” Logan called, some excitement in his voice “I’m going to head down” —————————————————— Logan gently took his first step down to the lower deck of the bus. His small flip flop clad foot tested out the integrity of the rusty step. The step held and he descended down into the bus. He expected it to be dark, but it wasn’t. Sun light was pouring down through small holes in the upper deck’s floor. The entire lower deck was clear. While the glass from the windows was gone the ground hadn’t caved in. Instead flat slabs of rock covered ever window. It was like the bus was encased in cement. The rock had been covered in graffiti, but these weren’t the tags of artists or obscene images. They looked like cave drawings. Spirals and letters in foreign languages. With each aisle of rusty seats the drawings became thicker and thicker, new stuff drawn over older stuff. Logan’s confidence was fading with each step, the bus was beginning to scare him. He came to the drivers cabin. The drawings that dominated the areas where the windscreen should be all pointed towards the cabin, driving Logan to look inside. Gingerly Logan leaned forward to look into the cabin, his small skinny body shaking from fear. There was nothing inside the cabin. No drivers seat, no gear box, no steering wheel. Where wasn’t even a cabin, just an empty void. Logan tried to pull away, but he couldn’t. The void was pulling him in. His small hands gripped at the rusty door frame around him, the void now rushing air pass him as it sucked him into itself. The rust beneath his fingers gave away, crumbling into red dust and Logan fell into the void. Logan screams as he fell. His body twisting in the void, his arms and legs swinging wildly. He could feel air howling pass himself. He was falling, the void wasn’t just empty space, it went somewhere. His chest felt tight as he fell, like he was struggling to breath. Logan could barely see himself in the darkness, but he could see that his chest was growing. Expanding upwards and outwards with each breath, the void’s air growing his flat chest into a meaty pair of pecs that straining as his shirt. He moved his hand onto his chest, feeling the muscle, it was real. Logan’s eyes widened as he watched his hand widened and this fingers thicken. The change was running up his arms, his forearms exploding in size with thick veins appearing. He could feel his stomach crunching and just knew that his abdominal muscles had suddenly appeared. His biceps expanded, popping the short sleeves of his shirt opened. Logan’s skinny shoulders ballooned with muscle, tearing his shirt apart. The tattered remains fluttering into oblivion as they escaped into the void, only the neck of his shirt remained. It didn’t last long, it exploded as his neck grew into a tree trunk holding his tiny youthful head aloft. Logan shorts grew tight as his thighs grew, matching his now meaty calfs. His feet now overhung his flip flops. His thick toes gripping onto them so that they didn’t fly away into the void as he fell. Logan could see a light, a dim dot beneath him. It was growing brighter and brighter. He held his massive hands out to protect himself from the fall. His face cracking as he hid the light from his eyes. The bones rearranging themselves into a wide jaw and high cheekbones. The light was blinding as Logan hit it. He fell out of the void and into the rusty lower deck of the buried bus. His thick hands gripping the frame of a rusty chair. Logan was breathing heavily, his pecs rising and falling. He stood up to his full height, and had to duck a little as his head hit the ceiling. Logan slowly made his way to the stairs, uneasy with his new long muscled legs and huge clown feet. “Hey, you down there” David called “Ummm, yea…” Logan called in a deep voice His hand shot up to his thick neck, his voice was different. He went to explain to David why his voice was changed and what he found on the lower deck, but he didn’t need to. “Oh, ok, didn’t hear from you for a little bit” David said, nothing in his friends voice indicated he’d noticed anything different Logan went up the stairs, each step creaking loudly under his new weight. He continued to duck as he reached the upper deck. He now could see David clearly, his friend nervously waiting for him. Logan stepped over a window frame, his long legs making it easier. He hiked up his shorts as he did, his big hand getting a handful of enlarged balls and a slab like cock. “Fuck” Logan muttered quietly as he let his cock flop down the leg of one of his shorts Logan rose out of the bus, his head level with the top of it. He felt his chest flexing instinctively, each pec bouncing. “So” David asked eagerly, not noticing anything at all “What did you find” David stared up at Logan as the now bigger boy stepped up to him. David just smiling like nothing was different. Behind David was Logan’s car, they’d driven up to the buried bus in Logan’s rusty hand me down wreck, now it was a big red truck, just like the one that Logan had wanted for his 18th birthday. The void had changed him, he had the body of dreams, and now had the car of his dreams. Is that what it did, did the void grant you all your wildest dreams. Logan felt his heavy soft cock against his thigh, he’d always wanted a big dick, he used to pray for a bigger cock. It must grant wishes. “Come on, what did you find” David asked again staring up to his best friend Logan smiled down at his best friend and put a big muscled arm over his shoulder, turning him away from the buried bus and leading him to Logan’s new red truck. “Nothing, nothing at all” Logan lied as he wondered how much cement he’d need to block up the buried bus’ stairs
  2. “What the hell do you mean I’m too small” Drake shouted at his coach “I’m 6’4” The coach held his hands up to calm Drake, he was a short man compared to the young athlete. “I know, but you just can’t compete with the other teams at your size” He explained The other teams in the league had all undergone a change. One by one the teams were all rocketing up in height. It had started with the richer schools first, but it was working its well down to the poorer schools. It was an open secret that young athletes were being dosed with some sort of gene therapy as a test for the professional athletes, but Drake wasn’t one of the lucky guys to get it. He wasn’t compatible with the therapy. He’d been the basketball star for years and now he was failing at every hurdle. The other teams were dominating, he just couldn’t go up against guys who were a foot or more taller than him. Some were even thickly built, beyond what a basketball player should be. Drake thought that some gene therapy for heavy weight wrestlers or linebackers was being mixed in with the basketball stuff. “But I’m a good player” Drake complained The coach nodded “Thats very true, and you’d be unstoppable if you’d gotten the therapy” The coach was leading Drake out of his small office to the run down gym. Their school was one of the poorest around, and even though it didn’t look it the athletics programs got a healthy share of the minuscule funding the school had. “You can be at practice today… if you want” the coach offered “Tomorrow we can talk about getting you onto another team, theres room elsewhere for a guy of your talents” Drake looked down at his big size 14 feet defeated. He didn’t want to be on another team, he loved basketball, it was his main interest, it was his life. He could maybe get into football, or swimming. Then again the school didn’t have a pool and if Drake’s suspicions were correct then he’d be outgrown on the football team soon enough. Drake left the coach to order around the other players, he moved to the side, a little separated by the now much larger players. Some of them hadn’t been on the team last week, they’d be recruited because the therapy would work on them. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance to suddenly have the body of an athlete with the prospect of a lucrative sport career. Drake was the last of non-changed original players and the only black player who hadn’t been compatible, some had changed and were now towering over Drake, and some saw the writing on the wall and left the team before they were pushed. Coach was explaining some plays, having to bring all the new guys who’d never touched a ball up to speed. As Drake waited for his final humiliation to begin one of the players stepped up to his side. It was Adam, he’d been the water boy only two weeks back. He’d got himself tested and when he found out he was compatible with the therapy he got it straight away. Adam was now over 7ft tall and built like lean, but solid muscle. He was also a natural basketball player. He’d been learning how to play from the side lines and now that he had the body for the game he was ruling the court. “I hear your leaving us” Adam asked down to Drake Drake just nodded, his eyes still looking down at his big feet. He noticed that Adam’s feet were gigantic, looking like they were double that of Drake’s. “Too bad, you were a good player” Adam said, the ‘were’ made it sound more an insult Coach called for the players to get ready for some exercises. “You know the water boy position is open little guy” Adam said with a laugh as he jogged off Drake just sighed and jogged after the bigger guy.
  3. “So today we will be learning about the industrial revolution” Mr Harris announced to the already bored looking class One student didn’t look bored. His name was Morgan. he was an average student, someone who never really got noticed. Mainly because Morgan didn’t seem to want to be noticed, he shied away from the crowd and would barely react even when you spoke to him directly. He wasn’t a nerd or geek at all, he wasn’t a social outcast either. He was just quiet and kept to himself. He wasn’t even a bad looking kid, he had a goth look going for him. Black hair, pale skin, lean and tall. Morgan did have a large hooked nose and a raspy voice didn’t do him any favours. But Mr Harris was slightly put off by Morgan’s smiling face. For once he was looking up from his desk and staring directly at Mr Harris. Morgan’s dark eyes twinkled and Mr Harris felt a shiver run up his spine. Mr Harris started his class, describing how society was before the industrial revolution. His eyes kept going over to Morgan who was still staring directly at him, but then he realised Morgan wasn’t looking at him. Morgan was looking above him to the clock on the wall. Mr Harris then noticed Morgan’s leg was shaking, his foot tapping at the floor. Like he was nervous or excited. The clock struck quarter past the hour and Morgan’s smile widened massively. Mr Harris shook off a sudden migraine and returned to writing up some of his points on the board. He stopped for a second, he could have sworn he’d just been lecturing about the industrial revolution, but instead there was a very detailed diagram of a penis on the board. “You ok Mr Harris” one of his students asked He turned, rubbing his temple “Yes, I’m fine, ummm, what was I talking about” Another student replied “The importance of regularly cleaning your penis” There were a few sniggers, and a louder burst of laughter from Morgan. “Oh yes” Mr Harris said returning to his lecture This was a sexual education class, he had no clue why he thought it was a history class. At this time every week Mr Harris led what for some was a very detailed Sex Ed class, but thankfully Mr Harris lived in a liberal state and they agreed that young people in their final years of high-school needed to know what was what before they left for college. As Mr Harris started on a drawing of the vagina, with the class shouting out names for the various parts while he did so, he heard Morgan’s foot start tapping again. The clock hit 20 pass the hour and Mr Harris turned from his diagram to tell Morgan to stop the tapping, but he stopped dead. Morgan gave him a quizzical look with his dark mesmerising eyes. “What’s wrong Sir” Morgan asked Half the class quivered as Morgan’s deep knee shaking voice shook the room. The other half turned green with envy at the power Morgan showed even as he used a submissive term in ‘sir’. “Nothing Morgan, just… just watch the tapping” Mr Harris said, his voice shaking He felt like he was insulting Morgan. How could he a simple teacher order Morgan a high-school hunk who barely fit his meaty muscle ass into the classroom chairs to do anything. “Oh, sure I’ll quiet down” Morgan said, his voice hushed yet it still shook the glass in the window frames Mr Harris returned to his lecture, trying not to look in Morgan direction. His eyes though kept falling onto Morgan, tracing out his anvil like jawline which was barely hidden beneath a rich dark beard that no high schooler had any business having. Or he’d look over the ridges of Morgan’s pecs, which fought against the dark blue t-shirt that Morgan had poured himself into today. Morgan’s breathing caused the chest muscles to flex and they even bounce in a movement that Mr Harris hoped was involuntary or it would mean Morgan was showing off for Mr Harris. Finally he looked over the heavily tattooed arms that Morgan wielded like two battleship cannons. The patterns of ink worked their way around his overdeveloped biceps. “Mr Harris, you sure you’re ok?” Morgan asked. Mr Harris realised he’d been staring and had actually stopped talking. Morgan smirked and bounced his pecs and then winked at Mr Harris. “I’m fine…” he replied as the clock struck half past the hour The door suddenly opened and a tall, broad shouldered golden blond student in a lettermen jacket swaggered in. “Oh Drew…why are you here?” Mr Harris asked He was surprised the schools biggest athlete, biggest womaniser and biggest bully just entered his class. For one he was year too old for this class, and secondly Mr Harris was sure that Drew needed no sexual education at all. “I’m here for the class” Drew smirked giving a wink towards a few of the girls in the class “I’m your class model” Mr Harris nodded, remembering that athletes had to work as Sex Ed models if their grades fell under a certain level. Drew always made sure his grades hung just on that line so he could get away with fucking in school. Drew clapped his hands together “So who’s the lucky lady” Mr Harris chuckled and lifted a bowl of names from his desk and offered it to Drew. With a wide smile Drew pulled a folded piece of paper out of the bowl and handed it to Mr Harris. Mr Harris unfolded the paper and gulped. He should have known that Drew’s luck would run out sometime. He couldn’t fuck a girl every week. “Morgan” he said Every boy in class sniggered and Drew face paled. Morgan stood up, a shadow fell over the students closest to him. Both Mr Harris’ and Drew’s eyes rose up to mess Morgan’s. Mr Harris actually heard Drew gulp nervously. The floor shook as Morgan stepped up to the front of the class, his humongous feet thudding and his pecs bouncing. Mr Harris’ eyes fell to the surprisingly flat front of Morgan’s shorts, he’d expected to see a pendulum like one from a grandfather clock swinging side to side in Morgan’s baggy shorts. “Can I pick again?” Drew asked as Morgan stood a foot way Drew’s eyes were only just pec level with Morgan, and Drew was at least 6'2. Mr Harris desperately wanted to ask how tall Morgan was, he remembered wanting to ask the second he saw Morgan ducking into his class at the start of the year. “No” Morgan ordered in reply to Drew’s plea With one massive hand Morgan forced Drew onto the floor, his ass crashed to the ground and he was forced up against Mr Harris’ desk. “Please, no this today…” Drew begged Mr Harris realised as the clock hit 35 pass the hour that Morgan had decided to tick skull fucking off the list of sex acts that they had to cover this year. Though Mr Harris wouldn’t complain about being on the receiving end of Morgan’s sexual fury he understood Drew’s worry. With one hand holding the desk in place Morgan used his free hand to heave out the largest, fattest most scary looking soft cock that anyone in the class had seen. Though Mr Harris was sure every male in the class had run away from that beast as it swung ahead of Morgan in the locker room after gym class. “So Morgan has decided to show us a good skull fucking……” Mr Harris started to narrate as Morgan begun to stuff Drew’s mouth full of his hardening horse dick Drew gripped the legs of the desk as his head was bounced off the hardwood, his throat already bulging. Morgan’s hips started to work, pulling a jaw breaking 6 inches of his cock out of Drew’s mouth before slamming it back in. Drew spluttered and gagged, Morgan just grinned ear to ear. He was muttering under his breath. He was talking about things that Mr Harris knew couldn’t be true. How could Drew cram Morgan into a locker, for one Morgan was way too large for a locker. Mr Harris wasn’t sure what a Chronivac was, but it seemed that Morgan had set it to do various things through this hour to get back at Drew. Mr Harris would have a word with Morgan about bullying after class, though he still couldn’t imagine Drew giving Morgan a wet willy, he’d need a step ladder, but then again as Morgan fucked Drew’s throat like he owned it Mr Harris realised maybe a wet willy meant something different now days.
  4. Chad had just transferred to his new high-school and he was already confused by the student body’s fascination with Berty Williams. Berty was tiny, a speck of a person. Around 5f6 and as skinny as anything. He was spotty and sickly looking. Berty’s eyes were this abnormal green, but he hid them behind sunglasses all the time. Chad though was confused by how people treated him, the nerds acted like he was god. Girls sighed and fawned after him, and the jocks were terrified. Chad acted like he normally did, like the cocky jock he was. He’d made jokes about Berty and his odd rule over the school, his fellow jocks reacted with surprising horror and distanced themselves from Chad. He thought nothing of it till he found out that word about his disrespect had got back to Berty. The corridor cleared and Chad found himself alone facing Berty. The little nerd gestured to a restroom door. Chad snorted and followed Berty into the restroom. Berty smiled and started undressing, Chad laughed bemused as Berty revealed his skinny chest. Berty’s miniscule cock and balls got the loudest laugh from the much better endowed Chad. “What are you doing” Chad asked still laughing Berty just continued to smile, his eyes though flashed green behind his sunglasses. “I’m showing you why I’m in charge” Berty grinned Chad sniggered “Really…well all I can see is a baby dick” Berty’s face flushed red “You may regret that” “Oh, is this a you won’t like me when I’m angry sort of thing” Chad teased Berty grinned and groaned as his body started to ripple. His bones cracked as they inched taller, his muscles bloating with thicker fibres. Berty’s skin tanned and cleared. His greasy hair retracted into his scalp, leaving a short crew cut. Chad backed up against the wall as the nerd grew into a towering hulk. Berty’s feet flexed as they spread over the floor tiles. His legs rippled as the muscles pulsed larger. Berty’s tiny cock bobbed as it grew, more inches piling onto the measly manhood. His balls were pulled lower as they swelled and his hand gave them a quick squeeze. Berty stepped towards Chad as his body refined itself, his fat percentage dropped, his pubes grew thicker and stubble spread over his jaw. “This is why I’m in charge” Berty smirked, his voice deep and commanding Chad just nodded, his entire body shaking. “Whenever I want I can grow into all this” He brought his arms up into a double bicep pose “I get to be small little Berty and get to see how people really are, then I grow into Bert and teach then how they should act, usually I fuck their girl or give them a little beating…” Chad was sweating, melting under Bert’s gaze. Bert slapped his meaty dick against his big hand. “But you don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t want to break that pretty face…so I hope you understand how things are in MY school” Bert smiled “Or I may have to use this thing on you” Chad nodded and sped out of the restroom, Bert laughed to himself as his muscles began to deflate.
  5. Glenn’s fists slammed down his beefy cock, it had nearly tripled in size since yesterday and had been begging for release all day. Now he was home he could get around to it. His muscles glistened with sweat and he flexed an arm to tease himself with his own thick muscle boy looks. He was still shocked by how one simple miss-worded command on the Chronivac had changed the world. His room was weird, still nerdy, with comics and video games, just now a massive weight set dominated the room. Also the posters on the walls were strange, an Avengers poster with so little muscle it looked like a parody. Before he started his mammoth jerk off session he’d searched out some porn and was very disappointed. None of it was sexy, just flabby wheezing men fucking good looking girls. So instead he clicked through the TV to some random show, it was filled with huge hunky nerds living the dream of scoring a gorgeous girl and it was surprising erotic. The whole episode seemed to focus on how loud and powerful the main nerd character was in bed, it was better than porn. ——————————————————————————————————— “How was school” Howard, Eugene’s father asked Eugene as he handed him a bloated meat laden sandwich When Howard saw his heavily built son he knew something was up, he’d never seen Eugene walk with such confidence, never seen him puff out his impressive pecs so much. He was close to bursting out of his shirt when he swaggered into the kitchen, Howard was almost smirking when he ordered his son to remove his sweaty shirt. But he was most definitely smirking when Eugene pulled his shirt off so slowly and flexed every muscle as he did so. Looked like his big nerd was growing up. Now the father and son were both shirtless in the kitchen eating, Eugene was quiet and Howard was trying to read him, which scratching at his thick dark chest hair. “School was good” Eugene finally answered “You and Mr. Rhodes practice for your interviews” Howard asked “Tomorrow, I had gym though” Eugene added Howard grimaced, he remembered gym from his high school days, he hadn’t been as huge as Eugene, but he still was a big hung nerd. Horsecock Howard the jocks had called him, laughing as his immense basket bounced in his tiny shorts as he jogged. “Bad” Howard questioned “Not really, it was weird” Eugene say, a little smile on his lips “It felt amazing to show up the jocks, we played HUNK and I dunked the ball and kinda burst out of my shirt” Howard’s eyes widened “Guys over 6’4 aren’t aloud to dunk” “Yea” Eugene shrugged his thick shoulders “Felt good though” Howard nodded, he knew where this was heading, it had happened to him in college, his father had warned him and now it was time to warn Eugene, he’d have to be careful though. “So…..” Howard say pulling the conversation his way “You and Glenn are close” Eugene sniggered and Howard caught a glint in his eyes “He’s straight” Ok, not as subtle as you wanted to be Howard told himself. “There’s no one dad” Eugene shook his head, his long black hair fluttering around his solid hard features “Has there been anyone” Howard asked Eugene blushed, gotcha Howard smiled. “Ok, just be careful, you’re a big guy and thats a double ended sword” Howard started “You could hurt them” Eugene chuckled and Howard sighed “I mean with strength” He flexed an arm, Eugene gulped, knowing he’ll grow to be as big as that tree trunk bicep or even bigger “I was going to wait till you went to college, but if you’re….umm…. playing around” Howard said, Eugene smirked again, the boy trying to act like he hadn’t just lost his virginity “I probably haven’t told you about my time in college” Howard explained “You might think it was like how the films show, just me working out with my nerd buddies and studying” Eugene looked very curious, he’d heard so many stories from his older jock brother Matt, but never from his father. “It wasn’t” Howard smirked, his glorious college years coming back to him “I reached my size now just before I joined college, you’ll probably be the same, so prepare for that growth spurt” he warned “I was a 7’6 freshmen studying computer engineering, I was rock star” “What” Eugene asked suddenly confused Howard smirked “Something happens in college, it didn’t happen straight away, but people grow up, girls realise that a jock isn’t going to be a jock for long, he’s not going to join a professional team” Howard explained “Its the nerds that are going to make the money” Suddenly he talks in a whisper “You know your brothers girlfriend” Eugene nodded “Well she’s only with Matt for the social standing, but I know for a fact she’s fucking the nerd who tutors Matt” Eugene thought of Pablo, the 6’7 hispanic muscle nerd, how the hell was he boning Matt the football star’s girl. “I was doing the same thing when I was in college, the kids pulling a long standing tradition” Howard smirked “You set yourself up as tutor and you fuck every girl who signs up and especially the girlfriends of jocks” Eugene was dead quiet. “I know that won’t work for you, but it adds to what I’m trying to explain” Howard say “You grow up in college, most people still think that short wimpy jock types are hot, but believe me its guys like us who end up with the money and the girls…. or guys” Howard quickly added Eugene considered this, then he realised his parents were an example of this. His father was a nerd, a huge muscleman with millions in the bank, and his mother was a former Italian super model. He’d never considered his mother hot, but she just like one of the popular girls at his high school. “You and mother” Eugene said “You got it son” Howard smiled finishing his sandwich “Your mother used to date guys like that jock Kevin at your school, one night with me and she was addicted” Eugene pulled a face. “Come on we’re both men here and I’ve heard your bed banging against the wall enough times to know you understand what I’m saying, jocks just can’t compete with big nerd cock” Howard smirked taking a quiet and confused Eugene’s empty plate as he left the table ——————————————————————————————————— Glenn stared at the Chronivac, cum splattered over his naked chest and even in his hair, he gently stroked his cock, his cum cannon as he’d called it after it plastered him in thick nerd cum. The Chronivac screen was locked, Glenn had just tried to right his mistake again, it looked like he could only make small changes. Through the blinds Glenn spotted Eugene in his room, he smirked, the nerd stud was shirtless and admiring himself in a mirror. Glenn’s change during the basketball game must of caused some permanent mental changes, Eugene must be starting to love his body. Glenn pulled out his phone and brought up the Chronivac app, it wasn’t locked out like his computer. He typed in some changes and suddenly his doorbell and Eugene’s went off at the same time. Still naked and splattered in cum Glenn swagger downstairs and threw the door open. “Glenn” a breathy voice asked “Courtney” Glenn smiled, just like he’d typed into the Chronivac She was in her cheer uniform, her impressive chest heaving and her legs crossed, Glenn had upped her horniness. “I heard about Eugene, Oscar just keeps going on about it” Courtney says “Really” Glenn leans through the open door, his muscles flexed Courtney launched herself at Glenn, knocking the solid muscle nerd back, he laughed a little before she clamped her mouth over his and he carried her up to his room, gonna make you forget about your boyfriend Glenn thought. ——————————————————————————————————— Howard got the door, shirtless and with his suit pants popped open his bulge peeking out. Two red headed Hollywood nerd boys stared up at him. Howard sighed he knew these types. They could be jocks if they wanted but they fell in love with the look of nerds. They appeared to be twins and Howard guessed they were about 6’2, and looked to have tight bodies under their mass produced ‘nerd’ clothes. “Hi sir, is Eugene in” One red head asked “Yes, who’s asking” Howard asked “Sam and Dan, we’re from Eugene’s school” the other red head said, Howard noted how amazing these boys pouty lips were “He’s in his room” Howard let the boys in As they disappeared up the stairs Howard stole the remote from Matt and turned the volume up as loud as possible, he didn’t want to hear his little boy fuck those two cock hungry red heads. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene was sitting on his bed in incredibly tight and bulging briefs when the twins appeared. Eugene was quiet and staring as they stripped without a word. They fell to their knees in front of him and worked together to pull out his soft cock, they ran their tongues along it to get it hard, their eyes on Eugene as they did it. “Fuck” Eugene moaned as his cock hardened to its huge full throbbing size One twin started to swallow it down his throat, the other helping him hold the cock down to his mouth while also pressing his face between Eugene’s fat bull balls. Eugene’s head rolled back and he was sure he could see Glenn bouncing some girl in a cheer uniform up and down his cock. “Fuck” Eugene moaned again The sucking twin, Sam, spluttered and choked as he reached the half way mark of Eugene’s dick. He tried to pull back, but suddenly Eugene was holding him by the hair and forcing him further. Dan the other twin sat open mouthed as Eugene skull fucked his brother with real force. “You’re next” Eugene grunted and Dan could only nod. ——————————————————————————————————— Hours later as the sun set Glenn left Courtney in bed asleep and peeked across to Eugene’s room. He gasped and laughed, Eugene was standing and pounding one of the twins that Glenn had sent over down his dick, the other could be seen passed out on the bed. “This is working great” Glenn smirked as his cock grew hard at the display of manhood He grabbed his phone and typed in some more changes, time to spread the wealth Glenn thought as he entered his latest change.
  6. At the start of the day Glenn was looking forward to gym, especially the locker room. He couldn’t wait to show off his new built body, then he found out that he was still considered ugly. But as he changed for gym he stood facing the jocks, his long thick cock on full display. Eugene was next to Glenn, with his back to the jock, his board toned back hunched to shield is ripped abs and heavy pecs from view. The jocks were strutting around like peacocks, their flabby guts and pigeon chests intimidating the hulking nerds. Glenn tried something as one of the jocks passed he sneered and flexed his chest, and for a split second he saw doubt in the jocks eyes, like something from the old world was seeking through, like he could remember that the big guys should be in charge. Glenn pondered the implications of this as he pulled on his gym kit, maybe he wouldn’t need to make any drastic changes, maybe he just needed to make a couple small changes and things would right themselves. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene pulled his kit on, it was the only clothes he owned that hung loose over his overly built body. It was still tight around his arms and abundant pec shelf. The schools logo strained over his chest, the hem of the shirt swayed a couple inches away from his abs. Last gym class Kevin made a joke that he could camp under Eugene’s pec tent, another jock added that the rest of the football team could probably camp under the tent Eugene’s fat monster cock caused. He palmed his bulge, trying to make it a little less noticeable. Even with his junk safely strapped behind an industrial strength jock strap it was still obvious that Eugene was packing something truly monstrous. He followed Glenn out of the locker room and into the gym. Coach a sweaty 5 foot nothing blob of a man bounced a basketball in his hand. He kept dropping it though, his hands too small for the ball. The class lined up, the jocks at the front, the nerds at the back. This time no nerd was careless enough to line up at the front, it was always the same jokes about the weather, every time the same jokes about the weather. “Boys” Coach bellowed, his voice sounding like nails on a blackboard “Today we play basketball” He tossed the ball to Kevin, who smirked after almost dropping the ball. “You know the drill boys, shirts and skins” Coach shouted “We’re playing HUNK boys, one letter for each basket” Eugene followed the nerds to their end of the court, the jocks cheered and tossed their shirts to the side line. This was how most classes started every week, a little competition, Coach liked to torture the nerds and inflate the jocks egos. Most of the class would have to sit and watch, Eugene spotted Leon on the side line, sitting with Oscar. Oscar was like Leon the odd mix of nerd and jock, he was very tall, but very skinny, not a bit of muscle on him. Eugene thought he was cute, but he was in with the popular girls, he was the gay best friend, which made him untouchable for a nerd like Eugene even if they were the only ‘out’ boys in high school. Plus Oscar’s horrible dyed blond hair was a massive turn off. Eugene checked his team, all big, hulking nerds, they were fucked. Glenn was not where to be seen, he had always been right next to Eugene when these things happened, where was he. Coach’s whistle went and the jocks took over straight away. The ball passed between jock to jock, but every shot at the basket they made was effortlessly batted away by Henry the 6ft10 Asian nerd who’d taken control of defending the basket. Henry though made a mistake he caught the ball and tossed it at the jock’s basket, from the far end of the court the ball fell through the netting. “H” Coach shouted “But Henry take 10 laps, you know I don’t have that shit on my court, if you want to play you play fair, no height advantages” It was the same every gym class, no height advantages, no weight advantages, no muscle advantages. Coach had even made Jimmy run laps after his fat bulge had blocked a jock’s view when Jimmy pinned him in a wrestling match. The game started again with Eugene finding himself near the jocks basket, two jocks on their guard, they jumped around him, their flabby bellies bouncing like the basketball as it was dribbled down the court. “Eugene” Jimmy called as he tossed the ball away from the fray of jocks around him Eugene caught the ball with one hand, his fingers wrapped nearly around it. With a light flick of the wrist he sent the ball through the basket. “U” Coach shouted, he huffed, he couldn’t get Eugene on anything this time Eugene moved to the nerd’s basket, taking up the defence with the returned Henry, they were the tallest players on the court. He pulled at his shirt just to make sure the fabric hung low around his waist, he then pulled at his shorts, they rode up a little when he walked. He caught sight of Glenn standing at the edge of the non-playing students, his phone in his big hands, it was comical, why did they make phones so small when the all the tech heads had massive mitts for hands. Glenn saw Eugene and gave him a wink. “HEY” Coach screamed “What are you doing with your phone, get to running laps” Eugene sniggered as Glenn started his laps, he pulled at his shirt again, trying to get the hem a little lower. His hand grazed over the hem and then onto his deeply cut abs. He stopped, hadn’t his shirt covered him completely, he eyed the other nerds, their shirts were the same, unbelievably tight, with the hem just under their pecs, with sleeves bunched up around their shoulders. His mind went cloudy for a moment, then everything became clear. It had been a school rule for years, you could only wear Medium sized gym kit. “Eugene” Henry asked “You’re shorts are bunching up” Eugene blushed and he quickly sorted his shorts out, the legs were riding up and turning the shorts into briefs. His overgrown cock and muscle ass didn’t help. He thanked Henry, not noticing the tall Asian had been staring at Eugene’s ass the entire time. ——————————————————————————————————— Glenn typed up new changes as he ran his laps, he cursed his new long, thick fingers. He was having to rewrite every other word. The sudden tightness of his kit over his ass and chest told him the last change had worked. He had to admit the basketball match was a sight to behold, some of the biggest beefiest muscle Glenn had seen running around in skin tight tops and bulge hugging shorts, if he was gay he’d be living the dream. “N” Coach called as one nerd got another basket Glenn hurried his typing, it wouldn’t take long for the nerds to get the last letter, the jocks hadn’t even got one, they were playing horribly. Glenn sniggered, that was thanks to him, one quick change and the jocks couldn’t touch the ball without dropping it. He entered the changes and watched as Eugene sniffed the air, the urge to beat the jocks rising inside him already, this was the first step to righting Glenn’s mess, but it also pushed Eugene closer towards being the confident dominate stud his body demanded he be. Eugene palmed the ball as one jock tried to get it into the basket, he started dribbling it down the court, slipping between the jocks and his fellow nerds. His thick legs bent slightly and he sprang from the ground, the ball fell through the basket and Eugene swung for a second from the basket, his muscles flaring. He thudded onto the floor as Coach muttered K. Glenn stopped and watched the eyes of the entire class run over Eugene’s pumped torso, with one deep breath the shirt tore and burst. The pump was all Glenn’s doing, but the hulking out of his shirt was all natures fault. He grinned, Kevin’s cocky face was marked with confusion, no doubt, he was questioning why he was the alpha male when Eugene was such a beast. That was just what Glenn wanted, a seed of doubt. ——————————————————————————————————— After gym Glenn didn’t shower, he needed to head home quickly to prepare for the next lot of changes. Maybe he could find the old world saved on his home computer, he might not need to do any planning. He was about to take the side steps out of the gym when Jimmy came thundering down them. He was sweaty and just in his underwear, his tanned skin flushed and his muscles pumped. “What’s wrong man” Glenn asked, he was taller then Jimmy, but not as well cut “Kevin” Jimmy muttered “He said he had my clothes, got me to chase him, then started on me for doing so” “And he doesn’t have your clothes” Glenn added “His favourite joke” Glenn could hear Kevin’s slight footfalls getting closer. “Get behind me” Glenn ordered Jimmy quickly did as told, his big hands though trying to cover his modesty. Good luck, Glenn thought, that thing should be hanging in a deli. Kevin appeared at the top of the stairs, he was dressed in designer gear, all baggy on his skinny frame. He stepped down three of the stairs and came face to face with Glenn. Kevin went to speak, but Glenn laughed “You’re so fucking short” “What” Kevin spluttered “You heard me, you’re short” Glenn took a step up the stairs Kevin’s head level with Glenn’s chin. “And so fucking boney” Glenn took another step Kevin looked up at Glenn, there was still a couple steps between them. His eyes looked past Glenn’s lantern jaw, past his thick neck and right into the vast fabric plain that covered his pumped chest. Glenn bounced his pecs watching that seed of doubt grow a little bigger. He knew what Kevin was thinking, first Eugene and now Glenn, how could there be two nerds so superior to mega jock Kevin. Kevin turned and left without a word. “Come on man, lets get you dressed” Glenn led Jimmy back through the door and into the locker room “I’ll stand guard for you” The locker room was steamy from the showers and musky from the deep rich smell of a dozen hulking nerds and their sweaty muscles. But Glenn and Jimmy stopped at the door, there was moaning and the sound of wet flesh slapping together. Glenn with Jimmy close behind peeked into the showers. All they saw was Eugene’s toned back and his powerful ass thrusting. His black hair was plastered to his head and a pair of long skinny legs were wrapped tight around his waist. Just behind Eugene’s thick shoulders Glenn could see a very tall, very skinny guy, with a cute face, but terrible dyed blond hair. “Oscar” Glenn whisper in awe, with one small push from the Chronivac Eugene had gone from blushing virgin into a full blown fuck machine “Shit” Jimmy muttered “Never thought I’ll see a cock bigger then mine” Glenn sniggered, Eugene was making long strokes, fucking poor Oscar with every inch of his swollen monster. His furry bull nuts bouncing between his well muscled thighs. The two nerds were both straight but they couldn’t help but admire Eugene’s talent. “About time someone shut Oscar up” Jimmy chuckled Glenn smirked, he might not need to make any changes now, Eugene was doing all the work for him, Oscar was a terrible gossip and by tomorrow everyone will know that bigger is better. ——————————————————————————————————— Eugene returned home with a smile on his face, it felt good to lose his virginity, it hadn’t happened how he’d wanted it to happen. But when Oscar started bitching about how stupid Eugene had looked when he popped out of his shirt this feeling, this energy rose up inside Eugene. He kissed Oscar and then tore the skinny boys clothes off. He made sure Oscar regretted mocking Eugene, he made sure that Oscar wouldn’t walk right for a week. He almost tore the front door from its hinges when he pushed it open, it crashed against the wall and a picture popped off its nail and fell to the floor. He’d never lose control of his strength before, but this energy felt incredible. He felt, no he knew he could do anything. “Hey horse cock” Matt his brother greeted him with a smirk “Fuck off hamster dick” Eugene roared Matt blushed, the force of Eugene’s tone knocking him down a peg. It was weird, hamster dick was a thing of pride. Matt had always boasted about his little cock, but now it was something bad, having a big fat cock, like the one that Eugene had was the thing of pride now. Eugene thudded into the kitchen, and banged into a man, a much taller, much broader man. Which for someone of Eugene’s size meant that dad was home.
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