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And then they were Bigger Part 03
🕑 Added 2019-01-13 06:02:14 +0000 UTC“Are you guys actually trying?” Vince laughed as he pushed four of the students back again. Their weaker bodies didn’t stand a chance each time they tried to move him out of the way. Even as the four tried at the same time to move the now massive man, they couldn’t get him to budge even an inch. “Come on guys, put you’re backs into it. This might start to feel like a workout.”
The four who had been trying to make their way out fell down onto the ground. “You’ve got to be kidding…” one of them panted. All four of them were out of breath as they tried to get past the giant.
Again Vince just laughed. He held up his massive arms, flexing them. “Are you even trying?” he boasted. “I don’t feel tired at all… Come on. Really go at it!” Vince encouraged.
“Shut up,” Kyle scolded. He leaned against the back of the chair in the row in front of him. His eyes were cold as he tried to figure out a way he could get past Vince. There just wasn’t a chance. “Fuck it. I’m just calling my parents.” Kyle pulled out his cell phone and looked down at it. He pressed the button trying to get it to light up. “What the Hell?”
Doug stared down at them smiling. “None of your phones are going to work until you either guess who planned all this.” The grin on his face only made Kyle even angrier.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Kyle grinded his teeth trying to maintain his anger.
“No use getting angry,” a voice behind him said.
“Fuck off,” Kyle shouted. He didn’t like the current lack of control over the situation. “I want to get out of here.
“Then figure out the riddle,” the same guy said.
“Figure out the riddle,” Kyle mocked. “How exactly are we supposed to do that? We haven’t gotten any clues!”
“Haven’t we?” Allen asked. “We know he doesn’t like Dr. Schaffer. He’s in the room. And he must have a thing for jocks.”
Kyle tried to calm himself. If Allen and this guy were able to keep their cool, then he’d be putting himself in a vulnerable situation if he didn’t control his emotions. Allen had been just as cutthroat as him so allowing the other man an upper hand would be bad. He took a deep breath. “Alright. I guess we have those clues. But what do we do with them? And who are you?”
“Oh. I’m Casey. Casey T.” he adjusted his glasses and grinned with his eyes closed. “But I would say one of the clues is wrong. He might not have a thing for jocks but rather a distaste for elites. Or at least elites who didn’t get there by cheating.” The class was starting to watch Casey as he moved to the front of the classroom. “Right?”
“I guess…” Allen agreed.
“And how do you know all this?” Kyle accused. “How do we know you aren’t him?”
“You don’t,” Casey shrugged. “But I guess you can waste a guess if you want to. Do you want to be bigger?” There was a weird grin that crossed Casey’s face as he said it.
“Fuck you,” Kyle shouted back. He couldn’t stand the snarky nature of this new guy. “So what are you in for?” trying to change the subject.
“Meh… I don’t feel like telling you,” Casey said. He sat on the stage, kicking his feet back and forth.
The class stared in silence. What was wrong with him? He was so cocky compared to even Kyle and Allen. “Are you joking?” one of the students asked.
“Nope. It’s my little secret. Information is an asset now. But I need to know who I can trust and who I can’t. Ever read a mystery novel before?” Casey leaned back onto the stage looking up at Doug. “But I guess it doesn’t matter. What’s our next hint?”
“Right now?” Doug laughed. “I don’t have one. Maybe you guys should talk amongst yourselves…”
“Drat,” Casey leaned forward staring at the class again. They all looked so mad at his current display. But part of him was really having fun.
However what none of them seemed to notice was at the back of the class one of the students had gone back up to see Vince. “Hey,” he said rather shyly.
“Hey,” Vince grunted back. “What’s up? You going to try to rush me all by yourself?” He was bragging again as he said it. The joy of feeling the strength of his muscles was just too much.
“Errr… No,” the student said. “I kind of just wanted to talk. Is that alright?”
“Talk?” Vince leaned back thinking about it. “Course it is buddy!” His deep voice resonated in the classroom but everyone was so distracted that no one even noticed.
“Yeah?” the student asked. He stared upward at the giant before him with a glisten in his eyes. “I mean. Yeah,” he tried to sound serious again but the high pitch in his voice made it nearly impossible to give him any real presence.
Vince’s expression changed as he watched the student pull himself back. The student had pushed the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands and held himself at a very defensive stance. Vince decided he was going to sit down. It was a bit difficult with his massive body but he still made his way to the floor. “Have a seat. Sounds like you’ve got something you want to ask. First off, whatchur name?”
The student followed suite. The command was enough to make him nearly fall to the ground in submission. “Uhh… Tyler,” he said rather quickly. “It’s Tyler.”
“Nice ta meetcha Tyler,” Vince held out his massive hand and Tyler hesitated to shake it. Compared to his, it was nearly twice the size. He stared at it, then places his hand inside Vince’s. “So what’d you want to talk about?”
“Err… Well… Uhhh…” Tyler beat around the bush as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. “What’s it like?” he pushed out. It all came out in one quick breath and his face went red as he said it.
Vince stared at him. “What’s it like?” He let out a bit of a chuckle causing Tyler’s face to go even redder. “Sorry…” he said placing his heavy hand on the other guy. “Just didn’t expect that question.
“Sorry…” Tyler apologized. “It’s kind of stupid…”
“Stupid? Nah man. It’s not stupid. This is freakin sweet,” Vince held up his arm again flexing the massive bicep. Tyler’s eyes went wide and a hand even reached for it. He forced it down and tried to look back at Vince’s face. “Like what you see?”
Tyler gripped his legs tightly. “I mean…”
“It’s alright buddy, I know,” Vince gave him a swat to the side of the arm. “Even if I wasn’t already told, it’s not like you don’t make it pretty obvious. I saw you staring.”
“Sorry…” Tyler apologized again.
“Quit yer apologizin,” Vince scolded. “You ain’t got nuthin to be sorry fer.”
“Yeah… Yeah…” Tyler said. He wasn’t convinced but wanted to change the subject. “So what’s it like?”
Vince leaned his weight back onto his arms. “What’s it like?” he repeated the question. Since the transformation he hadn’t really given it much thought. It was like this was what his body and life always was while he also knew that it wasn’t. “I’m not sure how to explain it…” he grabbed at the hair on his chin trying to think about it a little more. “I still remember the old me but it’s like that version didn’t really exist. I remember always thinking about guys like this,” he gestured to his body, “always a bit jealous of their size. Not sure why. Just always kind of wanted to be like them. But it was hard work. I didn’t want to have to do it. I tried going to the gym a couple of times but the other guys made fun of me. Now I remember making fun of them. But it was different.”
Vince trailed off still thinking about it. “It was different but wasn’t. Like they said all the same things but I mocked them back. I was always so nervous to do so when I was smaller but now it’s just I don’t know how to describe it. It’s different…”
Tyler’s eyes glazed over as he watched the handsome face of the guy in front of him tell the story. He was only partially listening, thinking more about what he looked like when he was working out. Sweat pouring down his body, drenching his shirt. He shook his head trying to get a hold of himself. Even if his dick was still hard, he tried to keep his composure. “Yeah?” he tried to pry more.
“Yeah…” Vince said. “So why you askin?”
“Uhhh…. Well… Err… I can’t really say…” Tyler said. His eyes went back to the ground but returned to Vince’s. “I can’t say.”
“Is it because you want to be bigger?” Vince smiled.
“Yeah…” Tyler admitted. “It’s just… Well yeah… I just hate how small I am. I mean you had asthma and now look at you!”
“Still do,” Vince said. He pulled out an inhaler from his pocket. “Don’t do much cardio. Prefer size to distance.” He was bragging again.
Tyler was eating it up anyways. He didn’t mind watching the massive man show off to him. “But I didn’t think you would…”
“Ehh… Apparently not everything changed. I just worked out more. My parents encouraged me to get out and play sports instead of hide in my room all day. Little things like that,” Vince said. “Said I could either work out for 45 minutes a day or read a book. This body chose the work out.”
“Wow…” Tyler said. “Man… I want to be,” he cut himself short not saying the last word.
“Go on,” Vince encouraged. “You can say it.”
Tyler shook his head. “No I can’t. My parents wouldn’t be okay with it. They spent so much time trying to get me here! I can’t just give it all up.”
“But you cheated to get here,” Vince said.
“I mean… Sorta…” Tyler admitted. “It’s just I really like bigger guys. And well when some of them asked me to do their homework… Well I couldn’t say no…”
“What do you mean ‘couldn’t’,” there was almost a growl in Vince’s voice as he said the last word.
“I mean didn’t. Didn’t say no. It’s not like they forced me to. It’s just when they asked me to do their homework and cheat on their tests, I just… Well I didn’t tell them no,” Tyler said.
“Yeah..?” Vince prodded just a little bit more. “So why don’t you just change it?”
Tyler looked over himself. He felt like he shouldn’t but couldn’t lie to himself. The second he saw Doug change into the massive man he was now, he almost said it right then and there. The only thing holding him back was his responsibilities. But what if he changed them? What if he had different ones after he changed? Would his life really be that different?
“Well?” Vince prodded at Tyler again.
A grin crossed the little man’s face. “I want to be bigger,” he said enthusiastically. Instantly he could already feel weight adding onto his small frame. Pound by pound he watched the muscle add to his arms and chest. “Woah…” he stood up turning around trying to see every bit of it. Instantly he started flexing his arms. His thin wrists seemed to double in size as his hands grew wider. He could feel the strength in them as he clenched a fist. “Yeah,” his voice went a little louder. A deeper baritone filled the room instead of his squeaky high pitch voice.
The rest of the class had their attention drawn to Tyler. “What the Hell?” one of them asked. But all they could do was watch as more and more muscle stacked onto Tyler’s body. His hoodie stretched across his frame. Two thick pecs pushed at the fabric while his broad shoulders tore at the top. He gripped the collar of the shirt and tore it right down the middle.
“Yeah!” he said even louder. A sweaty sleeveless shirt covered his large pecs and abs. However the sweat forced it to cling to each individual block. He flexed again, feeling his muscles get even bigger. He couldn’t get enough of the size. The power. Their large size quickly toned. He could see each individual muscle while veins pushed out of his skin. He pulled out his phone. He needed to take a picture.
His skin tanned to an almost orange color. He could feel the muscle building even more while the bones thickened to maintain his now heavier frame. He looked over himself knowing exactly how to work out each and every muscle. Each muscle pulled and prodded to be the perfect size and shape. It was like the body of who he always looked up to; bodybuilders.
Instantly he raised it high to the air and made sure to get his good side. “Yeah man!” he celebrated. “Such a good fucking pump!” he took another picture, taking in every bit of muscle that he’d just grown. “So fucking big!” he bragged again, getting a different pose. “You guys gotta try this! Shit! I feel amazing!” He ran a massive hand over his cleanly shaver chest. His hand brushed up against his nipple. “Fuck…” he moaned.
“Well there goes another one…” Kyle groaned.
