Jake Landry
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And Then they were Bigger Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-01-20 05:43:57 +0000 UTCThe class watched as Tyler pulled out his phone. He was too busy taking pictures of himself and posing in different ways to care whether or not they were watching. The oversized hoodie he’d used to hide under had changed to a soft fabric that stretched over each and every one of his upper body muscles. His stretchy pants may not have clung to his body like the shirt he was wearing but each muscle clearly shined through the fabric. Despite what would normally have a lot of extra space, his quads were able to fill the pants while his ass made a clear molding behind him.
Tyler held his camera up at a high angle posing for another picture. He raised two fingers and had a handsome smile. His blond pushed up hairstyle just made him seem both relaxed but professional. ‘Just hangin with the boys,’ he typed into his online profile. There were thousands of similar photos lined up. However that didn’t deter thousands of people liking every single one of them. Even after a few seconds he’d passed the digit mark. After a few minutes it would have easily been in the three.
“Oh fuck yeah!” he brought his fists to his sides and celebrated the new growth. Looking down at this body was a whole new experience. Just moving his arm he could feel a sense of power built up that he’d never experienced before. The rest of the class just stared open mouthed. Normally he would have shied away from such public displays but all he could feel was good. “Fuck yeah! Who else wants to get bigger?!”
The class stayed silent. Eight students and a teacher stared back at him. But Tyler could see it on a few of their faces. They were jealous. He knew the feeling. Just seeing Doug transform at the beginning would have been enough to get them interested but now there were three guys who transformed. Three massive men. Each clearly with a new history but none of the social anxiety he could see on the students faces.
Tyler knew what it felt like. He knew the feeling of the jocks being picked first on all the teams. Their ability to just present a project even if they didn’t know what they were doing. The sheer confidence from just having size over other students. A dominance that he’d never experienced before. Even if society had been restructured to cater to people without just physical dominance there was still a system around it. A system that praised the strong while many of them still felt weak.
“Well?” Tyler smiled. That handsome smile could decorate just about any magazine cover. His body made photoshop obsolete. “What do you guys say?”
“Fuck you!” Kyle groaned out. “You think I’m about to give everything up just cause you’re some pretty boy? Some stupid looking fuck boy? Fuck you…” It had a mocking tone to it as he crossed his arms. “Like I’d done all this so I could look like some asshat with a tiny penis.” He scoffed at the idea and turned his nose up.
“You think I’m tiny?” Tyler mocked back. “Wanna see?” He was being playful and pulled at the stretchy waist band. A devious grin crossed his face as he watched all the guys have different reactions. Of course there was the standard revolution but several of them had a curious look to them. If Tyler’s muscles had grown so much, had his dick as well? “Well?” he continued to taunt.
“I’ll have to decline as well,” Casey had gotten off the stage and wandered over to see Tyler’s new form. He examined it like it was underneath a magnifying glass. Tyler wasn’t afraid to show off. He threw his arms up into a crab pose watching the more socially awkward man examine his body. Even allowing him to feel the density of each muscle. “But I will conclude that he is rather large…”
Kyle’s face shot red. “Don’t encourage him!”
“Encourage? It’s just an examination of the facts,” Casey shrugged back. His hand lingered on Tyler’s body as he tested the muscles strength again.
“Fuck you too!” Kyle shouted back. Allen let out a snicker seeing Kyle get even more hot headed. “What? You got something to say?”
Allen leaned back in his chair. “Not really…” he smirked. “But it is kind of interesting don’t you think?”
“Interesting? I’d say more annoying,” Kyle shot back.
“Toe-may-toe, Toe-mah-toe,” Allen grinned. “But maybe you should start thinking of it more as a game? Then you won’t get so upset.”
“I’m not upset!” Kyle shouted. He stomped his foot and realized the class was looking at him.
Tyler was the first to point it out. “You sure you're not upset?”
“Fuck you,” Kyle shouted again. He turned around and sat in his chair pouting.
“C’mon big guy,” Tyler started walking towards the stage. “It’s just a few simple words and then you won’t have anything to be upset over anymore. Just look at Doug over here.” He stood next to Doug presenting the tall well maintained man. His clothes fit around his muscular frame perfectly. “Still looks professional. Still looks hot. Same with my main man Vince. Look at that thick giant. Four of you guys working together couldn’t get past him.” Vince flexed his thick body bragging about his size. Veins bulged out of his arms and neck as he did so.
Kyle just rolled his eyes. Allen sat up but still looked like he was just thinking about it. His hands cupped together as he tapped his fingers together. “So what,” Allen finally spoke up. “To be you, we’d have to give up so much. Why would we want that?”
“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t,” Tyler shrugged. “I know I always did. I know I was always a bit jealous of the athletes. I’d figured it was just something special that they had that I didn’t but apparently I was wrong. Apparently I just had to try more. I was too busy thinking about what I couldn’t do that I was only comfortable with what I knew I could do.”
“Fuck you,” Kyle jeered.
“You wanna?” Tyler leaned to the side and raised his eyebrow showing off again. He gave a little kissy face causing Kyle to raise his nose in disgust. “Thought so,” he grinned. “But I really was caught up in what everyone else thought of me. Too afraid to fail... Too afraid to try...”
However Professor Schaffer wasn’t going to take that. “Too afraid to fail? I don’t pick losers boy. I only pick the best!” He poked Tyler in the chest.
“You only pick the best?!” one of the students finally stood up. “No you don’t! I know for a fact that you don’t! I only got into this class cause I bought the answers off of one of your former TA’s. You have the same test every year and the only people you pick already agree with everything you say.”
Professor Schaffer turned around. “What!” anger was billowing in his eyes. “Who said that!”
“I did! Steven H.” Steven stood up and stared down his teacher. “I can’t believe how stupid this whole thing is! It’s just a waste of time. But my parents wanted me to have a good future. I only did it because they wanted me to be in this class. The other students said as long as I got into the class the rest wasn’t too hard. ‘Just repeat everything he says as long even if you don’t believe it.’”
“That’s enough,” Professor Schaffer used his teacher voice.
Another student stood up. “No it’s not! I was told the same thing. I cheated to get into here to. Didn’t have the money to buy the answers but there’s always a work around. Just a few small pieces of paper or a notebook opened underneath a desk. But it was that same thing. He told me that you never cared about being right. You only wanted to be told that you’re right!”
“That’s enough!” he stomped his foot trying to regain control.
And another student stood up. “No! I cheated too. Not just on your test but plenty of other times too,” he shrunk back for a second but caught his second wind. “It’s not fair what you do. You bully your students and then make them pass even if they didn’t pass the tests. It’s not about their hard work it’s about them showing up and being the perfect little student you want them to be. I know my parents talked to you about letting me in the class. They always did that. But I’m just not going to let them control every aspect of my life. They can’t do that!”
Professor Schaffer was rapidly losing his authority to the class. He took a step back as the three glared at him. It was all he could focus on. He didn’t allow cheaters to pass. He didn’t play favorites. He was a good teacher. He was kind. He was smart. He’d won so many awards. How could it all be for nothing? How could they think he was wrong?
“I want to be bigger!” the three said in almost unison. They almost seemed surprised themselves as it came out of their mouths. They stared at each other and then back at their own bodies. Something was happening to them. Each one of them could feel it coursing through their bodies. Something they’d never felt before; power.
Steven was the first to lean over his chair onto the chair his front of him. His hands gripped the hard plastic. A groan escaped his mouth as his grip tightened even more. He could feel the strength building up in his arms. Little by little muscle packed onto his scrawny frame. He could see his biceps bulging out of his arms while his body keeled over again. His family always had money. It’d made him lazy. His parents would buy him whatever he wanted; all he had to do was ask.
However now instead of asking for video games and movies he asked to have a personal trainer. They’d had a gym that his parents never used anyways, why couldn’t he? His shoulders broadened but his muscles stayed lithe and lean. But with just a bit of a flex they put a lot of stress his sleeves. His long sleeve shirt wrapped around each muscle showing off its perfect contour. Despite his waist not growing a single inch, his jeans tightened around his hips. Two round muscles pushed at the back of his pants giving him an amazing shape. Even through the thick fabric the two solid globes could be seen.
He looked up at Tyler. He knew he didn’t take bodybuilding as seriously as that guy but figured he’d make a great workout partner. Scratching the hair on his chest he couldn’t help but think of some lovely lady running her sharp nails through his fur. He let out a deep growl thinking about thrusting his thick cock into her. Another grunt forced its way out as his hips bucked again. The thought was more vivid. He couldn’t get it out of his mind. He thrust again. Deep grunts filled the hall. He could almost feel her underneath his strong hands. His body thrust again. “Grrr-aah!” his growl became a howl as cum filled his jock underneath his jeans.
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Meanwhile the second student was undergoing something fairly similar. He could see his body reacting. He’d always hated being so tall but unathletic. In high school he’d gone to eating a lot giving him a far huskier body than he’d had in middle school. But food was one of the only things that calmed his nerves. Every time he ate it just made him feel better. He didn’t understand why. But he needed to eat. It’d taught him how to get away with sneaking things in without teachers noticing him.
However right now all he could think of was music. It was something he’d wanted to do when he was growing up but didn’t pursue. His parents had always told him it was a waste of time. But right now his finger wouldn’t stop tapping to some kind of beat. Each time it tapped, another couple of the pounds on his body shifted from fat to muscle. The triple XL hoodie he’d been using to hide his weight shifted around his body. Instead of pulling at a large belly protruding out in front of him it stretched across his broad, thick shoulders. Two boulder shoulders hid under his sleeves.
He just kept tapping to the beat. He could feel the strength still adding on to his body. It was perfect for lugging around the huge drum set he played. The short cropped hair on his head started to grow out. Long strand of hair dropped down past his ears, past his chin, even past his shoulders. He whipped it around feeling the beat grow even louder. Little by little he could feel more of his body moving to the rhythm.
His still hefty weight was far more manageable. He never wanted to be some scrawny fitness model. Being built like a wall drew so many more eyes. He was perfectly happy with the light fat around his belly. It gave him a thick layer and made it easier to lug his drums around. He could feel his hips moving more to the music. He could perfectly imagine himself on stage behind the rest of his band. Each other member rocking out on stage. He was playing. His long hair flying back and forth with each new hit of the drums.
By the end of the set, sweat would be pouring off his body, completely soaking his clothes. He didn’t mind all that much. The other members were in the same boat. They were just as sweaty. Just as hot. Even some fans had made their way backstage with them. He may not have gotten nearly as many as the lead guitarist or singer but his were far more passionate. He would lie in bed and invite them over sitting on his hefty dick. They slowly push themselves further down on his heavy rod while leaning more of their weight against his body. He loved hearing their soft moans as they forced his dick even further up their ass.
Little by little they were able to make it all the way in. He’d feel their body bounce on top of his while playing with his body. Just hearing their moans was enough to make his dick throb. He could feel himself getting ready to cum. Then he’d burst inside them and they’d often fall onto his large body. He’d pull them close trying to help them finish.
The second student slowly came back from his memories. Cum was leaking down his right leg staining his acid washed jeans. He didn’t care all that much as his dick throbbed again.
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At the same time, the third student was drifting off as well. He’d always been sheltered from any pain that his parents might have foreseen. It’d made him worry about just about everything. He’d stay home away from everyone else trying not to get in their way but also out of a sense of fear from what they might do. Even when he’d tried to join some kind of club his parents had told him no. It just led him to being by himself more and more.
He gripped the chair in front of him wondering what it would have been like if he’d joined some kind of sport. Even if he didn’t like them, he’d still seen the jocks in high school. He’d told himself that he’d never wanted to be like them. Didn’t want to participate in their stupid pranks or deal with the physical interactions. But at the same time he couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like.
What it felt like to have guys playfully teasing each other while they beat each other’s chests. The soft playful punches to arms or just ability to relax around other people. He envied their natural charisma and figured it had to be something he just wasn’t born with. But as he thought about it more, his life started to change. His parents weren’t as restrictive. They actually took him out to meet other people. They let him play sports, even at a young age.
He’d taken a special liking to football. It’s where a bunch guys always talked about. He started training. Even his dad started to help him out. He saw an impressive growth and was able to bond with his dad on something. They went to the gym and packed on even more muscle.
Now he was standing up straighter. His body was rapidly packing on more muscle as he thought about it more. His shirt changed to one of the school’s jerseys. His chest pushed out at the jersey filling it’s extra size. He looked over himself as his body grew thicker. He could see his hands turning darker as more callouses appeared at on his palms. Dirt seemed to be caked on his nails.
A bit of scruff that he’d forgotten to shave appeared on his strong jawline. Muscle built on muscle. He could see his corded veins pumping with blood, filling each one with even more strength. He gripped his hand into a fist feeling the power rush through him. The denim around his legs shifted into something else. They pulled up on his legs and loosened around his bulging quads. The navy blue color turned into a brighter more neon blue that coordinated fairly well with his jersey.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. His dick grew hard just thinking about what he looked like. He stood up straighter and his muscles seemed to work together to give him a broad imposing silhouette. He could remember seeing another one of his classmates and cornering him in the bathroom. The smaller guy assumed he was going to bully him but was surprised to find their mouths touching. If it were anyone else it probably would have been awkward. He just didn’t know how to tell him any other way.
He’d seen the guy staring all the time. And it’s not like he wasn’t interested. He just didn’t know how to say it. The first few seconds he could tell it was a little awkward, but once his hands gripped his back and ran up and down his back. He could feel the other man groping every part of his body.
“Fuck,” the student grunted again. His dick throbbed and cum shot out of him. He gripped the chair in front of him, nearly snapping it in two. His heart raced as he realized where he was. A sudden sense of embarrassment washed over him but he still stood upright. “That was fucking awesome!” he grunted out. “You boys still sure you don’t wanna try this?”
Now there were only six of them left. “Fuck you!” Kyle said again. It seemed to be his favorite phrase at the moment. The other five just stared. There was absolutely no way they could get past them all now. Even if the numbers were even they didn’t have the strength to do anything about it.
