Noah was one of the geekiest guys in school. Not because he actually looked so geeky--he in fact looked fairly good, six feet even as a junior, with pleasant, if bland features--but because he acted so geeky, always wearing the same blue sweater his mom had knit for him, not paying any attention to the fashion show that was high school. For him to score with the girls, he'd have to score almost automatically in spite of the geekiness.
He was sitting at his usual spot in the corner of the quad, out of the way, engrossed in a book. And not even a cool book, but a copy of Darwin's "On the Origin of Species."
Just a bigger dick wouldn't do it. Ty decided that for every page Noah read in his book, not only would his dick get an inch longer, but his shoes would get a size bigger, his shoulders would get an inch wider, he'd get an inch taller, and he'd all around grow just a little bit more muscular and masculine. And to keep him from noticing immediately, his clothes would shift to accomodate.
Ty then began to watch. Noah was 6 foot even with size 10 shoes, but as he read a page, Ty watched him expand, his shoulders pushing slightly wider inside his old sweater than he was growing tall while his feet expanded to a size eleven, and his hands, while growing slightly larger, also grew faintly hairier. Noah continued to the next page and the next, 6'2", 6'3", size 12, size 13, while his dick in his jeans expanded to 10 inches. Two more pages, 6'4", 6'5", size 14, size 15, dick growing to 11, then 12 inches, while his shoulders had broadened out half a foot wider than he had when he'd started and his face had grown darker, hairier, more masculine and actually a bit more simian in appearance. He flipped a page quickly, no doubt at a chapter end, and jumped to 6'6" with size 16 shoes and a 13 inch cock.
Noah, however, was fascinated with his book, continuing to read into the next chapter: 6'7", 6'8", 6'9, size 17, size 18, size 19, cock measuring 13, 15, and finally 16 inches while the hair on his huge hands darkened and he started to look more and more like a huge handsome ape. He continued to read pages, flipping a couple quickly after scanning them, having no doubt come to the illustrations: 6'10, 6'11, 7' even, 7'1, size 20, size 21, size 22, size 23, size 24, cock 17", 18", 19", 20", his shoulders getting even wider as his muscles swelled under his expanding sweater and hair darkened on every available surface.
Then the bell rang. Noah glanced up, slight annoyance on his handsome, apelike features, then quickly finished the page he was on, shutting the book with a massive hand as he sprouted a last inch to 7'2" with size 25 sneakers and a 21" cock snaking down past the knees of his even longer legs.
He stood up, still not noticing his transformation, until he smacked his head on the I-beam that hung at 7 feet in the alcove were he'd been sitting. The sound resounded like a gong, and Charlene, one of the perky cheerleaders who usually at lunch nearby, and had always habitually ignored the nondescript Noah, noticed and stepped over. "Noah?" she asked, looking up at him, glancing at the trademark ratty old blue sweater, then up at the gigantic hunk with the titanic shoulders who now wore it, then down again at his even more amazing and obvious cock snaking down the left leg of his jeans.
Noah rubbed his head, glancing over at the I-beam and shuffling slightly away from it with his huge size 25s. "Isn't this set at seven feet, same as the others in the school?"
"Uh, yeah," said Charlene. "When did you get so tall?"
Noah rubbed his head with one huge mitt, clutching his Origin of Species with the other, a science geek to the end who always believed in a rational explanation. "I must have ... grown over the summer...?"
Charlene stared at the outline of his cock. "Must have."
"My voice dropped too," Noah added, noticing. "Quite a bit, in fact."
He then glanced down, looking where Charlene was looking, and his huge beetling eyebrows jumped. "And, um, other stuff grew too, apparently." He wiggled his size 25 feet.
"I'll say," Charlene said appreciatively.
Noah continued to rub his head. "I-- I think I must have a concussion. Would you mind walking me over to the nurse's office? I'm not remembering things very well."
"Sure," Charlene said, sidling up to Noah so he could slightly support himself on her, gesturing silently to her cheerleading friends to the enormous size of Noah's bulge, not to mention the enormous size of Noah period. "I'm studying to be a nurse's assistant. You should get a physical." She grinned. "I can help."
Noah shook his head, not getting the inuendo, but not saying no either. "That would be a good idea, I think," he rumbled, ducking for another of the I-beams as Charlene led him down the hall to the Nurse's office.