Dale winced and tried to withdraw into his games when he heard the telltale sound of the door opening and a raucous couple making their way indoors. It definitely sounded like big sis was with some boyfriend. And going by the sounds, they really could not keep their hands off of each other.
Dale thus did not notice that his shoulders were a deal broader than they were just an hour ago, his arms heavy with muscle and his chest starting to push out his shirt more. He groaned as he heard them stumble past his room all the way toward Kelly's room;
"Ohh Kelly, girlfriend you are SO overdressed!"
"Mm...you're so good with your hands, Matt..."
Dale rolled his eyes and swore under his breath - leave it to Kelly, one of the more popular girls as far as he remembered, to manage to bag one of the most Out gay guys in the whole school. He didn't know how she did it. He honestly didn't.
Of course given that Dale's room and Kelly's room were not so far from one another, Dale couldn't evade the sounds of sex for long. He tossed and turned as Kelly evidently began going down on Matt, Dale's back widening as he tried to find a spot in his room that wouldn't expose him to...that. He had little idea of course what was happening to himself, he just figured it was the material in his jacket making him a little unwieldy not the fact his arms measured eighteen inches at the bicep peak now.
"Oh! OH! Kelly! You...you know how to use that mouth! You could really give my last boyfriend a lesson on oral...mm...fuuuck..."
"Fuck yes, fuck...FUCK YES!!" And the sound of thrashing around in there intensified, "You are driving me so fucking up the wall with your oral skills!"
Dale outright covered his ears, which seemed to precipitate his head changing, going from younger and nerdy to around 17, his athletic inclinations starting to build a different look for him - a closer cut, shorter hair cut, slight stubble in certain places on his face, a smoldering look to him, strong, verging on lantern jawed features that retained a certain element of the boy he used to be. Maybe the eyes, which were almost heartbreakingly baby blue.
By now the sex in Kelly's room was moving around with even more intensity and then settled into a strong rhythm as Matt began fucking Kelly, the pumping and creaking noise from the bed making Dale outright decide to head out. He stomped his way out of his room, hoping they heard his door slam shut - didn't seem they did - and he walked outside, not caring that his clothes were so much tighter on a taller, broader frame. His midsection made his shirt really tight, but he just wanted to be out of the house where two noisy loons were banging each other nonstop.
Taking a seat on the front porch, Dale would've just stayed there for a while...if it wasn't for him seeing his reflection in the car out front's window. Walking over to it, Dale felt his heart almost pound out of his chest. He...he was definitely not the Dale who put on this jacket. His pants? Ripped in a dozen places, and his shirt? Sleeves looked destroyed when he took the jacket off for a moment to inspect. The fact there was still room boded well for further growth.
Even his shoes were almost terribly tight, and he kicked them off in short order and stood there in torn up socks instead.
Dale breathed and tried to rationally think about what was going---and he was freaking out. "What the fuck happened to me!? I'm like, I'm like OLDER! And...and buff! I look like one of Kelly's jock boyfriends! I look like the kinda guy fuckin' Matt would go out with! What the shit!? What the..." He realized his voice carried further and louder, being deeper and more intimidating.
He quieted down when he thought this might scare some people around here, and took his seat again.
The newly formed jock looked himself over again and again in the car window mirror, moving to get up and get closer to it. He was honestly a mix between scared and excited. Nobody would ever pick on him again...but then again, what if the jocks did some kinda hazing shit? What if he had to---to give up all his nerdy hobbies now he was some big jacked guy! He didn't want to stop playing card games and video games!
He was buff! But what did this mean for him? He was handsome! And what did this mean for how people would treat him?
His mind was swirling with thoughts like these. Dale thought he heard someone walking over...