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And Then They were Bigger Part 07
🕑 Added 2020-03-07 03:19:34 +0000 UTCThere were only four of them left. Allen counted it several times. Each time one more would go down, he would start counting again. It was just hard to think about anything else. They were in the minority, just him, Dr. Schaffer, Peter and Zack. Zack was too busy with his phone to really care what was going on. While Peter was ogling all the guys. They just ignored him while he did so.
Meanwhile Dr. Schaffer was doing his best not to completely freak out. He could barely control himself as he watched all the big guys rough house with each other. And when they called him ‘coach,’ he’d recoil in fear and look like he was about to start crying. “This can’t be real. None of this can be real. Just a bad dream…”
Allen brushed it aside and went back to Doug. Being the TA he still seemed to be the one in charge of the game despite not being the one who made it. Kyle had made sure to test that theory. “I think I asked for a hint.”
“Did you?” Doug played around with the idea. He put his hand to his chin and leaned back a little. “A hint… Hmmmm… Alright, the game was created by someone in this room who actually wanted to be bigger.”
Allen’s eyes narrowed. He’d hoped for something more but with how this game was going, that was about the best he’d grown to expect. “Thanks…”
“No problem,” Doug smiled and waved as Allen went back to Peter and Zack. Dr. Schaffer was a lost cause.
“So what do you think?” he asked the two. No response. Both seemed to be far too interested in something other than the current riddle. Zack with his phone and Peter with the guys around the room. He was almost wishing that Kyle hadn’t changed. At least he’d have someone to talk to. “Eh-hm,” Allen cleared his throat. “What do you two think?”
“Think?” Peter asked. “Oh I don’t know…”
“Jesus Christ…” Allen shook his head. He looked back at Doug on the stage smiling vacantly. The look only made him sigh in disbelief. “Can I at least go to the bathroom?”
“Sure. Tyler will go with you,” Doug nodded towards Tyler. He was busy with his online profile again. Purposefully posing and causing sweat to drip down his broad muscles. Even in the poor lighting of the classroom, there was a glisten of each and everyone of them. “Tyler!”
Tyler rushed over. “Yes?” he stood up straight and looked at Doug.
“He wants to go to the bathroom. You mind taking him?”
“Not at all,” Tyler smiled. “C’mon,” he held his arm out for Allen to take.
Peter saw what was happening and swooped in. He leaned his weight against the jock and smiled broadly. “I need to go to the bathroom too. It shouldn’t take too long. Unless you want it to…”
“I doubt I could ever make you take a long time,” Tyler said back. Peter’s face forced a pleasant smile through a sour mood. He still held on tightly to Tyler’s muscle but there was a clear mood swing.
“Don’t know until we try,” Peter tried to keep the innuendo going but with Tyler shooting him down almost instantly, it was hard to think of a good comeback.
“Jesus Christ…” Allen dropped his head in his hand as he walked towards the bathroom. He actually had to go. He opened up his zipper and did his business. “Excuse me…” Allen didn’t even have to look over. He could feel Peter’s eyes peering over the stall.
“You’re excused,” Peter joked.
“Unbelievable…” Allen ignored him and went to the sink to wash his hands. The twenty seconds he had to stand there only seemed to encourage Peter.
“What? You not interested?” Peter was worming his way closer to Allen’s body. He slid in behind him, forcing Allen to keep his hands in the sink. Little by little, Peter worked his hands up and down Allen’s arms. Slowly playing with them as he ran the back of his nails across the fair skin.
Allen let out a grunt. “Not really.” He pushed his rump out hard, running it into Peter’s body. The force pushed Peter away enough to let Allen go dry his hands.
Peter’s face scrunched up. He frowned. “And why’s that? I see the way you look at the other guys. Who knew that somehow Dr. Schaffer would have class full of gay guys too.”
“And bi. Maybe Asexual too. Don’t really know about Zack. Or maybe he’s just turned on by that phone he hasn’t put down yet,” it was the first time Allen felt himself smile as he thought of the absurdity of the situation. He hadn’t even considered that to be another one of the factors. Even if he knew a couple of the guys weren’t completely gay, there was such an emphasis on growing bigger that there might have been at least a thought or two.
“Whatever,” Peter pouted. He folded his arms across his chest and tried to act uninterested. “Is it because I’m not like them?”
“No?” Allen sneared. “Never been attracted to the dumb jock type.”
“Then what? Huh?” Peter’s arms went to his sides. “Guys like them have the pick of the litter. I’m here and still just as hot, yet no one pays attention to me. All cause I don’t have the muscle they have.”
“I don’t think that’s it…”
“Really? Then what is it? I mean just looking at those guys, they could have whoever they wanted and don’t have to worry about it. People approach them. And for what? To fulfill some bullshit fantasy? Fuck that. Just cause they’re bigger? Stronger? Dumber?”
“Careful…”
“Careful? Fuck you,” Peter rushed forward and put his hands over Allen’s sides. He was a bit taller than the other guy and stared down at him. “Maybe I’m tired of being careful. Maybe I just want to fuck. Maybe I want to be bigger.”
Allen rolled his eyes. He felt it coming. The way Peter kept acting it was only a matter of time. Already there was mass starting to pack onto his more lanky frame. The toned tight muscles quickly started to bulk out. However his posture didn’t seem to change at all. Peter kept his flexibility and there seemed to be an almost tilt to his body as he grew.
“Damn,” he said with the same flamboyant flare he had before. “Oh damn,” his high pitched voice was silly coming out of the growing man. Even though his neck thickened, adam's apple pushed further out and muscles grew, the voice didn’t drop in the slightest. “This is… This is…'' he squeaked. “This is even better than I thought it’d be.”
His arms bust out of his purple button up shirt and the dark purple pants seemed to be having trouble containing his leg muscles. Each second his pants were in a battle they were destined to lose. A light rip, turned into a tear, which turned into a long rip, revealing the densely packed muscle.
“Oh…” it was a sexually charged exclamation. “You need to try this. Oh fuck. It’s better than sex!” Peter exclaimed. The change seemed to have ripped through his pants and shirt revealing his naked body. Thick showy muscles shined through. Though he probably wasn’t the strongest guy in the gym, he clearly knew his way around it as each muscle was sculpted for beauty over strength.
“Feeling better?” Allen glared.
“Only a little,” there was more calm confidence behind his voice. No longer did he have an arrogant entitled nature to it. “But maybe you can make it even better.”
“Wha-what?” Allen suddenly got nervous. Feeling the soft but muscular hands of the other man run up and down his arms was making him uncomfortable.
“What indeed,” Peter played around with his toy. Just simply touching Allen seemed enough to make the other man melt. He could almost see the other man’s hard dick in his pants yet wanted to make sure. “Do you find me more attractive now?”
“What?!” Allen’s face went red, his body tensed up, and his hands covered his crotch. “N-no,” he stammered.
“So I’m just as attractive as before? Thank you,” Peter leaned in. He’d grown several inches taller, pushing him well past the six foot range. His naked bloated muscles seemed to flex each time he moved. “Or was I more attractive back then?” He broke the few inches between them and went in for a kiss.
Peter’s thin lips had grown as well, making them full and voluptuous. A thin beard rounded his squared jawline. As Allen was distracted, his hands went for the button on his pants. Despite being so large, they easily worked their way in. He let the pants drop to the floor and pulled away from the kiss.
Allen stared up. “Oh shit!” he tried to cover himself up and went even redder. “What’s going on?” never in his life had he felt so out of control. Peter seemed to be touching all his right buttons. Breaking past any of his defenses. Even now, he was worming his way back in for another kiss. But no longer was it on the lips. It was slowly working it’s way down Allen’s body.
First the chest. Then the stomach. Then lifting the shirt to actually touch his skin. “Is this your first time?”
Something was caught in his throat. He could almost imagine Peter asking if it was Tyler’s dick. But he couldn’t say anything at all. It took him a few seconds to finally choke out a, ‘no,’ but both of them knew that was a lie.
“Well then, I’m sure you’ll do great,” Peter smiled as he pulled Allen’s hands away. Before the other man could protest, his cock had been pushed inside of Peter’s mouth. A roll of the tongue sent Allen into a frenzy. He felt his legs try to buckle. Hands gripped against the flat surface of the door. And his dick throbbed.
He couldn’t think anymore. Even if he wanted to protest, there was no way the words were going to over take the pleasurable feeling running from his dick. Each second it was sending another wave of pleasure through his body as Peter worked his cock. It was bliss. He didn’t want it to end. But his lack of experience had shown. After a particular motion from Peter’s mouth, he couldn’t hold back anymore and felt himself start to unload. His body thrust forward and back against the door behind him.
Peter smiled and went over to a toilet and spit it out. “Guess I’m better than I thought,” he teased. Slowly the dark purple clothes he had been wearing started to appear over his body again. They covered his muscle but just barely as they were about a half size too small for him. Peter would have obviously chosen them to be that way as he loved showing them off. “C’mon let’s get back to class. I’m sure coach is wondering where we are.”
“Ri-right,” Allen was still in the afterglow as he left the bathroom.
Tyler gave Peter a high five and they started walking down the hall. Allen watched as they were almost like old friends. Somehow, they seemed to get along so well. He was almost starting to wish that he were bigger.
