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And then they were Bigger Part 1: The Rules
🕑 Added 2018-12-30 03:05:11 +0000 UTCDr. Schaffer walked down the hallways of his prestigious college. He’d been teaching there for so many years and knew the hallowed halls all too well. When he had first started teaching nearly 20 years ago there had been very strict rules about what could go on at the campus. But as the years went on those rules started to become more and more lax. Now there were all kinds of rougher characters running around the campus without any real intention to learn.
The amount of unwarranted parties only seemed to grow more and more prevalent as the years went by. He’d have to walk past the drunken frats with beer cans on littering the lawns. It was such a sham from what the college used to be. When he was a graduate they had class. They had academic achievement. Not some ruffians who only thought about sports.
Luckily for Dr. Schaffer he only taught very specific set of students. All handpicked by him for their academic excellence and had a higher aptitude for learning. They were all serious students ready to learn from him. All he had to do was give them a bit of direction. His classes were considered some of the hardest in the entire university but if able to pass so many more opportunities would open up for the students.
Dr. Schaffer couldn’t help but grin at his ability to decide the fate of so many students. Each one’s success hinged on whether or not they impressed him. Many of them did but what he loved more was stringing along students making them try even harder. Sure some of them went a little crazy when they weren’t able to meet up to his standards but that’s the risk one must take when pursuing higher education. One must always strive for the best. Anything less would be a worthless endeavor.
It was always a bit of a shame whenever, what he thought was a perfect candidate would crack under the pressure and give up on the class. Often the student or their parents would complain to the dean but with Dr. Schaffer’s astounding success and ability to bring money into the school, those problems rarely stuck around. Just a few short phone calls and the problem just seemed to disappear. The school didn’t mind. They still had plenty of students applying. But many of them were now athletes.
Even with that sour look on his face he kept a very strong pep in his step. He quickly walked past many of the student just ‘hanging out’ in the middle of the campus. He didn’t like watching them waste precious time just talking to each other but he simply tried to ignore it. They weren’t his students so they could do whatever they wanted. Dr. Schaffer entered his theatre style room. It was a grand circle and in the center was his large wooden desk.
He loved being the center of attention. All the student’s chairs wrapped around in a circular position and they were forced to look only at him. He couldn’t help but feel a little giddy each time the students would stare directly at him. He walked down one of the side aisles to his desk. His TA was already present like any TA should be.
“Good morning Doug,” Dr. Schaffer said setting his briefcase on the desk.
“Good morning Dr. Schaffer,” Doug said. He was always such a pleasant boy. Always on time and ready with his pencil and notebook. It’s why Dr. Schaffer chose him to be his TA. He knew he could trust him. Doug had never stepped out of line once. Even with some of Dr. Schaffer’s known ‘tantrums’, Doug sat there and bore it with a pleasant smile on his face.
“Are you ready for your first day?” Dr. Schaffer was pulling out the stack of syllabuses and stacking them on the desk.
“Yes sir,” Doug said dutifully. He gave a fake smile and turned to the students entering the class. They were only a year or two under him. It made him feel a bit awkward being both an authority while barely being older than them.
Dr. Schaffer gave back a pleasant smile. “That’s good to hear!” he said enthusiastically. His eyes turned back to the students sitting in the auditorium style seats. Each student chose at least one chair away from another, just so they could spread out their books and notes. Dr. Schaffer always knew that’s how the classes started. He didn’t mind. It was their duty to be prepared after all. He counted them and saw one straggler behind everyone else. “Please close the door!” he announced.
The student paused but obeyed. He turned around and pulled the door shut. “Good.” Dr. Schaffer smiled and put his hand on the stack of syllabi. He cleared his throat ready to speak but was distracted by the projector turning on. “What’s that?” his smile turned sour as he glared at Doug.
“I don’t know…” Doug shrugged looking at the computer. He was still a good couple feet away from it.
“Well you better figure it out,” Dr. Schaffer growled. Doug went to work on figuring out what was going on. It always took a good minute of whirling before the technology was able to fully turn on. The class stared a little confused. They’d always know Dr. Schaffer to be the most professional teacher on the campus and now he couldn’t even control the projector. One of the students laughed causing Dr. Schaffer to get even angrier. “Out of the way.”
Shoving Doug out of the way didn’t help as the projector was still turning on. A bright orange slide popped up on the white board. “What’s that?” someone asked.
Dr. Schaffer turned around seeing the giant font on the board. He adjusted his glasses and then turned back to Doug. “Yes Doug. What is that?”
“I don’t know sir! I didn’t do anything,” he pleaded.
Dr. Schaffer rolled his eyes. “Of course you didn’t. And the computer turned on all by its own. I know when a student tries to prank me. Go on. The faster you get this prank over with the faster I can begin my class.”
“But I didn’t…”
“Stand up straight! Project to the whole class. ‘Welcome to Jock Class,’” Dr. Schaffer read the first slide of the board. Doug slowly made his way to the center of the platform. He looked confused and scared at the current prospect of having to talk to the whole class.
“Wel-welcome to Jock Class,” he stammered through the first slide. "Since you have gone to the trouble deciding so many of your student's fates, I decided I would do the same. However, unlike you, I will allow them a bit of a choice." Instantly the slide flipped to the next one without him touching a thing. He nearly jumped as he saw a muscular man posing on the board with a block of text next to it. “The Goal. Find the person who made this game before everyone in the class is turned into a jock.” The slide flipped again. Another bodybuilder was posing with even less underwear on. “The Rules. You are allowed to talk, argue, debate or collaborate in deciding who is the one who made this game. It was someone who is currently in this room. However whenever an incorrect answer is given that person is then turned into a jock. At any time you no longer wish to play you can simple say, ‘I want to be bigger.’ Thus you give up your current abilities to be a jock instead.”
The slide flipped again. However Doug paused. He didn’t seem to be looking at the board anymore. “Are you going to finish your little prank Mr. Carmon?” Dr. Schaffer’s finger tapped his arm, angrily. This prank was going on far too long. And listening to Doug force his way through these simple sentences was just making him angrier.
Doug grabbed for his body. “It’s just that…” he paused, gripping his body tightly. Almost like he was holding himself back. “It’s just that…” he repeated but his voice almost sounded deeper. The class stared in awe. Something was happening to him. His body looked like it was pulsing through his polo shirt and khaki pants. Little by little it was just getting too small for him. What had almost been too big for him was on far too small.
“Doug,” Dr. Schaffer queried. However Doug wasn’t listening. His body was on fire. Muscles he’d never used before were currently contracting and expanding at an alarming rate. His muscle fibers were pushing out. He could feel his body was getting bigger. His clothes couldn’t contain his size. His shirt was pushing up as his shoulders broadened showing off the bottom part of two very dense abs. The lats under his arms pushed his further out.
Doug groaned. He clenched his fists trying to ease the pain but the shirt he was wearing was just too small. The buttons had already popped off from his expanding chest while his khakis didn’t quite fit around his waist anymore. His toes burst out of the front of his shoes tearing them apart. He tried to contain himself but the sensation was just too much. He let out a loud roar that filled the room and all his clothes burst off of him at once.
The class stared at the hulking man with an impressive member pointed directly at them. He gave it a few tugs and cum shot out from his dick. Luckily no one was in the front two rows as those had become the splash zone, none of them wanted to be a part of. Doug’s eyes finally lost their glossy nature as he looked over and found a nice button up shirt with some black pants, socks and shoes that fit his new muscular body perfectly.
No one said anything as they watched him slowly get dressed. It was like he was bragging to them about his new body. His hands seemed to trail over his dense muscles, pausing to flex like a natural instinct. He turned around and the extra fat around his face had trimmed up to a nice strong jawline. He turned back to the class. There was a broad, almost maniacal smile as he finished the last slide. “I’ll be the rules captain. Now it’s your duty to find the man in charge of this game. Happy hunting.”
