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Infinite Puberty

added by Anonymous 4 years ago AP BM S Muscle

“So class, as you can see, the human body achieves maturation as testosterone is produced in the testicles,” Mr. Mendes began, pointing at Carlos’ new adult junk. “You’re doing great Carlos, don’t be embarrassed.”
“Um... Mr. Mendes, I feel weird...” Carlos muttered, staring down at his new adult body.
“Don’t worry, it’s all completely natural. This is something all boys go through, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” the teacher reassured him. “Now, females, on the other hand, produce estrogen...”
Carlos’ erection raged, bucking slightly as an odd feeling overtook him. His eyes fluttered as he struggled to process the new emotions coursing through him. “No, I mean... I feel really wEIrd...” he whimpered, his voice cracking again. His arms twitched anxiously, anticipating some burst of activity he couldn’t describe. The muscles across his body tightened, and his forehead glistened with sweat.
Mendes paused his lecture to look at Carlos, recognizing the man’s discomfort. Returning to his desk, he began leafing through the pages looking for a reversal spell. “Very well, go ahead and grab your clothes. Give him a hand, everybody, Carlos has been a wonderful visual aid, but I’m going to turn him back to normal now.”
The class clapped awkwardly, but Carlos barely seemed to notice. “I’m... so hot,” he said, wiping his brow. Mendes turned back to look when he noticed Carlos’ voice was significantly deeper than before. “Carlos? Are you all right?”
“Nngggg...” Carlos moaned. He was flexing his arms, and his boner had not subsided. “What’s hAppenING...?” He groaned with surprise, as if his arms were moving without his permission. Suddenly he stumbled forward as his body swelled visibly. He caught his balance and several voices gasped, his muscles were shockingly defined now. He looked like he’d packed on at least twenty pounds of brawn.
Mr. Mendes stared in dismay, realizing what a mistake he’d made. “Uh, class dismissed! Everyone head to the library, Carlos, please take a seat while I fix this!” He began flipping pages back and forth in panic. “What did I do wrong??” He muttered to himself.
Carlos didn’t respond. “What’s... happening... to me?!” He repeated in a baritone pitch. The stubble on his face doubled in thickness, and his jaw resumed growing, making his chin large and boxy. The class hesitated to leave, some standing to their feet, but all staring on horror.
“My face! This isn’t my face!!” Carlos wailed, raising huge manly hands to feel his cheeks. “My arms!!” He added, noticing how swollen with muscle they’d become. “Help! Mr. Mendes, help me! Ahh, it feels... it feels...!”
Carlos’ balls pulsed, growing twice, then three times their original size. He gave a primal yell as he felt more testosterone surge into his body, and his voice deepened even further as he screamed, shaking the windows. His classmates took this cue to begin fleeing the classroom. Mr. Mendes was beside himself, pulling at his hair in panic as the man-beast beside him roared. “Shit!!! Why can’t I find an antidote for this?!”
Carlos lowered his shaking hands, barely able to see straight. His attention was fixed on his own wildly throbbing boner, and he stood speechless as he watched it burst forward to a full foot in length. Transfixed by its angry red hue, he almost didn’t notice as instinct forced him to wrap his hand around the base and begin pumping furiously. Yet again, his young brain was bombarded with adolescent hormones, the sudden pleasure of his first masturbation overwhelming him.
“My hand! What’s it doing?! Why am I grAbbING MYSELF?! I C-CAN’T... STOOOOOP...” He cried, his voice deepening yet again. Drool trickled down his overblown chin, and his eyes rolled back. “MR. MENDES, HELP... MAKE... IT STOP... I’M SO... BIG...”
Mr. Mendes had long since abandoned his search for a cure, and he stood, mouth agape, as he watched the man before him begin swelling once more. A wave of unmistakable man-musk blasted his nostrils as Carlos not only ballooned wider with muscle, but also stretched taller. By now he was pushing nine feet tall and likely hundreds of pounds heavier, bigger than any bodybuilder he’d ever seen. Carlos’ colossal neck and heaving pecs, combined with his preposterously massive jaw, forced his head back. Each of his thighs were thicker than Mendes’ waist by far, dramatically forced apart by the manhood between them. Carlos’ prick had to be three feet long by now, and his balls were halfway to touching the floor. The beast had begun involuntarily flexing again, raising an enormous bicep bigger than his own head as he continued to jerk himself off with his other hand. Carlos’ eyes widened with terror as he realized the monstrous arm was his own. “AAAAAAAAAAAAH! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!” He bellowed. “WHY DOES IT FEEL SO GOOD?!” He paused to raise his arm behind his head in a sexy pose, and took a deep whiff from his own armpit. His cock immediately blasted a volley of precum across the room, shattering a row of desks. “I CAN’T CONTROL MY BODY ANYMORE!!! I’M SCARED!! HELP ME!!! ANYBODY!!!”
Mr. Mendes was shaken back to reality by the call for help. He’d almost been completely hypnotized by the sight of this mountain of a man, naked and shining with sweat as the afternoon sun poured through the windows and washed over its golden brown skin. He faintly wondered if it was the assault of Carlos’ superhuman pheromones that made him feel as if it was too beautiful to look away. However, the thunderous voice begging for help was enough to remind him how dire of a situation he’d caused. As far as he knew, he was the only one who could fix this. Deciding to take desperate measures, he turned his attention back to the book, hoping that the first thing he’d find might at least stall Carlos’s growth.
Meanwhile, Carlos was losing his mind. His growth was no longer taking place in bursts, but had blended together into a constant magnification. His beef bulged, individual muscles wrestling each other for space on his frame. As he struck various poses, forced by some unknown instinct to adore his body, his fists grazed the ceiling and walls around him, knocking fluorescent lights and cork boards to the ground. “I’M A MONSTER, I’M A FREAK,” he lamented. “I’M A FUCKING FREAK!” This surrender of his humanity seemed to spur his cock’s excitement, and it leapt forward once more, his titanic cocktip squashing lewdly against the back wall of the classroom. Drywall and ceiling tiles rained down as Carlos struck a mighty double bicep pose, holding it as he roared once more. His lats spread five feet wide to each side, and his abs bulged intensely, his thick new treasure trail on full display. Another blast of musk filled the classroom as his pits were bared. “SOMETHING’S... HAPPENING... MY... BOY PARTS...!” Carlos held the pose, flexing harder. “IT’S... SO BIG... SO FULL... WHAT’S IT DOING?! PLEASE... DON’T LET IT... IT’S GONNA... PLEASE, NO!! FEELS... SO... SO GOOD!! NO, WHAT’S HAPPENING?! STOP!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Mr. Mendes cried out a spell just as the far wall of the classroom was blasted away by a wave of cum. Carlos could only stand there with his arms raised in a display of power as his mutated body shook with orgasm. It didn’t stop. Seconds ticked on as Carlos screamed, semen gushed, and Mendes prayed that his incantation would work.


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