Jake Landry
patreon
Mr. Barson goes to College Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-02-25 05:15:46 +0000 UTC“C’mon buddy, you can tell us,” dad said to Matt. “No reason to let your first day of college be a bad one. Besides, you’ve still got practice with the football team today.”
A loud groan came from under Matt’s arms. He paused. “I’m not going,” he stated, still buried in his arms.
“What?” I dropped my fork. “You can’t not go. Coach will be pissed!”
Another loud groan escaped from Matt’s arms. He wasn’t known for cursing but I could swear I heard a few choice words muffled as weighed his options. Matt had always been a people pleaser. It was hard for him to say no, and even harder for him to disappoint someone. With a few innocuous words of criticism, he’d fold instantly apologizing profusely for ever wronging the person. And he knew coach wasn’t afraid to pull any punches.
“Why don’t you just tell us?” Dad put his large hand on Matt’s back rubbing it lightly. For such a big guy he was really good at controlling the pressure he put on Matt’s back. I figured dad probably had enough practice with Dan. The groans started to turn to moans as his face lifted from the pit of his arms. I could see the side of his mouth raising into a grin as he got his way. “C’mon buddy, we’re all friends here.”
Matt let out a sigh. “It’s just… It’s just Diego and Joe have been sending me their nudes since this morning! And now they’ve sent me a couple of pictures of them naked together! I don’t know what to do! I know those pictures weren’t for me… But still! I got them… What am I going to do…” his head went back into his arms and he pushed his plate of food away.
“It’s alright buddy,” dad went back to rubbing his back. Matt’s posture changed again as he couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation. I could practically see his leg kicking as his face displayed only sheer pleasure. “Nothing to worry about. I’m sure it was just a mistake and everyone will have a laugh in a day or two.”
“You think?” Matt came out of his hidey hole completely, sitting back up.
Dad smiled softly down at him. “I do.”
“Alright…” Matt agreed. “I’ll try not to look so upset. I mean they are really hot…” His hand drifted back to his phone but he contained himself.
“That’s the spirit,” dad laughed. “Besides, I bet you’ve done a lot of things for them. Maybe it’s about time they started doing things for you too?”
My entire body froze. ‘Did dad know?’ I thought about it more. What he’d written, ‘if Matt is doing something he’s not supposed to…’ I couldn’t shake it. Somehow dad knew that Matt was doing things for them that he wasn’t supposed to do. I did my best to act natural but dad seemed to notice.
“Something wrong buddy?” he turned to me, seeing the sandwich not moving any closer to my mouth. I did my to shove the food in my mouth and make a grunt telling him no. If I said anything it was going to be the truth. I could feel it was about to slip that I knew his secret and that he’d been able to change things. But what? What all had he changed? And shouldn’t I be able to tell? Some of those things were pretty major, but scanning my memories I couldn’t seem to remember anything out of the ordinary. Even Clyde the police gun safety horse didn’t seem weird.
Dad was still eyeing me from the side. He shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. Eat up. I bet today’s practice is going to have you working really hard,” he changed the subject.
“Yeah,” Matt smiled. “Coach Williams doesn’t go any easier on the freshmen. He’s going to work you guys just as hard as the seniors. But I bet you can handle it.”
“You think?” I boasted. My big body leaned forward and I flexed for Matt. He blushed again seeing the large 20 inch arm tighten against my shirt. We finished our lunch and walked around campus for the few hours before practice was supposed to start. Every once in a while dad would pause and pull out his phone to check something then start following us again. I stared at his phone expecting to see that similar blue glow escape from it, but nothing happened. ‘He must be working…’ I assured myself as we headed around campus.
In the quad there was already a touch football game going on. I was a bit surprised that all the guys had matching lycra underwear for their specific teams. Mostly that something so quickly thought up would have been prepared for. I just shrugged it off. It kind of made sense. Based off how active looking those guys were they clearly did stuff like this all the time. Their heavy pecs bounced whenever they ran for each other while their asses were held tightly in the stretchy material. It wrapped perfectly around their form making their asses pop that much more.
We went to the library. I saw dad checking out some of the books when a guy nearly bumped into him. He pushed up his glasses then tilted his head way back, realizing just how much a giant dad was. I could see him stuttering and apologizing for bumping into dad but dad just smiled and helped him pick his books back up. I saw dad pull out his phone again and start typing, but again nothing seemed to come of it. I watched the buff nerd go back to his study desk and open up some of his books. Despite his muscle straining against his collared shirt he didn’t look uncomfortable or like anything had changed. He seemed perfectly content reading his book.
I just brushed it off as we headed towards the locker room. The day seemed to go by really quickly, but it was just surprising that nothing interesting happened. Part of me kind of hoped that I could see dad change a few more things but he surprisingly didn’t. But then I realized the times I did notice, revenge. My stomach sank as I realized what could happen to Diego and Joe. I knew dad had all kinds of weird fantasies that he’d play out with Dan. But if he was willing to play them out with other people as well… ‘I need to find those two before they find Matt!’ I screamed inside my head.
Inside the locker room all the guys were already busy changing into their practice uniforms. The lycra underwear and jersey’s folded over their bodies perfectly. “I’m going to go find coach,” Matt said. He kept his eyes forward, doing his best not staring at the various arrays of undress of guys he’d clearly thought a lot about before. He dipped into the office.
“So which one’s Diego and Joe?” Dad asked. He was scanning through all the football players and luckily none of them were Diego or Joe. It was the first time I appreciated that they were late.
“Must not be here yet,” I sighed out of relief.
“Really..?” dad raised his hand to his face scratching his beard. However, he was also starting to draw attention to himself. Just his natural size seemed to do that as a group of the guys started forming around him. Being a good 3 inches taller and 100 pounds heavier than the biggest guy there, which what was clearly all muscle, seemed to make everyone curious.
“You one of the freshmen?!” one of the senior linebackers asked. He was too busy staring up and down dad to even realize what he was doing. Most the other guys were doing the same.
“Huh?” it brought dad out of his thoughts but I could see the smile drifting on his face. Even though people always acknowledged his size, he never got enough of it. “No! Oh, no. No. No,” he chuckled at the idea. “I’m not. I’m just here with my son.” Now it was time to gawk at me. I didn’t appreciate it as much as dad but I couldn’t help but get a little hard at the same time when people did it. Even if it had been happening near my entire life I couldn’t help but get a little weird about it.
“Hey,” I stepped forward, not letting dad over shadow me. It was a confident syllable and I could see the guy take a step back realizing that now he wasn’t the second biggest guy in the room but the third. He clearly prided himself on his size. Being 6’8”, he clearly built himself to be the perfect linebacker. Everything about his body was large and built for the most amount of destruction. His broad shoulders would be perfect for hooking onto the opponent. That same size traveled through to his arms, hands and chest as each was packed with a firm amount of muscle. His belly protruded in front of him, giving him more weight to over his opponents. And that same weight just packed all the more muscle down each of his legs. With hair wildly covering every inch of his body, to give him a more savage look.
“Hey,” he grunted back. He moved closer to me. We were the same height but I still felt like I was looking down at him. “You one of the new freshmen?” he was still staring me down.
“I am,” I didn’t blink. I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction.
“Welcome to the team,” he stuck out a hand. I paused looking it over. At first I thought it must have been some kind of trap. It was a bad thought but I couldn’t help but think it. I felt a little bad thinking it as I shook his hand. He pulled me into a shoulder hug trying to shake me around. It was obviously harder than he thought it’d be. “This here’s one of our prized freshmen. Be prepared to get tackled by him. Cause if you thought I hit like a bus then he’s gonna hit you like a mutha fuckin train!”
The rest of the group laughed as they stared up at the two linebackers. I shook my head. “Glad to be part of the team,” I grinned as he let me go.
“Glad you are too,” the guy smiled. “Hate to be on the other end of that tackle…”
I just laughed. “Guess so…” I saw dad leaning against the back wall. I headed over to him.
“Looks like a good group of guys,” he said.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “Wasn’t really sure what to expect.”
“I bet. It’s always a little weird when you start something new. But you better go get changed before Coach Williams comes out,” he said.
I looked around at everyone in their lycra uniforms. “Right!” I said heading back to a locker and pulling mine out. I lifted my arms up and tried to pull the lycra shirt over my torso. It was so much harder to do than usual. It was like my muscles were getting in the way as I tried to pull it down over my head. It took a great deal of work but I managed to shimmy the shirt down onto my chest. But as I looked down I couldn’t help but notice it wasn’t going down to my waist as far as it should.
However I didn’t really have time to think about it as I tried pulling the pants up over my legs. As I bent over I couldn’t help but feel a little wobbly. It was like I wasn’t used to my height or something. I just used the lockers as support. I could hear them groan under my weight. They held up, but if I put too much more of my weight on them they were clearly going to fall down. I hiked the pants up over my legs and they had the same problem.
“Did I order a size too small?” I questioned as the shirt rose ever closer to my belly button. It felt so much more constricting than usual. Like I was being strangled. I pulled lightly at the collar and heard it stretch. “Shit,” I cursed to myself. I tried to ignore the discomfort and head out with the rest of the guys as they wait for coach. But each step felt like the uniform was getting tighter. It just didn’t fit me right. The sleeves were tightening around my shoulders, even rising up to not cover my arms at all. Not to mention how the bottom of it had already passed my belly button, showing off the bottom shelf of my abs.
I managed to waddle out past dad. The leggings were way too tight for what I was supposed to be wearing. Each step I could hear the material threaten to rip ever so slightly more. “Ready?” he asked as he put his phone away.
“I guess,” I muttered. The leggings were killing me. Even though I was still soft I could tell my dick could be seen. I brushed the thought away as we got closer and closer to the other guys. Even without moving I could still hear the fabric ripping ever so slightly. The seams couldn’t hold onto my massive body. They weren’t designed to fill the massive rolling muscles underneath them. I groaned.
“Everything alright?” dad asked. He had a bit of a cheeky grin on his face as he said it.
“Errr… I think… I think…”
“Alright boys!” I heard coach address us. He walked out at the front of the crowd with Matt right behind him. But at that same time I could feel my clothes ripping. I curled up, trying to make myself as small as possible. But it was no use. One loud rip and both my lycra shirt and pants ripped off my body. I let out a sigh of relief feeling the sudden freedom. However everyone’s eyes were also back on me. My 7' 350 pound body was finally freed. I raised to my full height towering over everyone. They all stared blankly.
“Holy shit dude!” one of the guys shouted. “Remind me not to let you anywhere near my girlfriend!” My dick shot up to its full thick 12 inches at the complement.
There were several other mutters of curse words, in admiration for the sheer size of my cock. I could feel them all saying something. “Err… I think I got the uniform… Do you mind if I change into something else?”
Coach stared stunned. He shook his head and didn’t even look in my direction. “I think that might be a good idea,” he mumbled.
