"Thank goodness we've been getting good results." Mr. Turin smiled as he watched the new DILFs in front of him. "I was afraid some of you became ugly or sick. Frank. Can you recap the last transformations? Only grades and ages, please."
"Y-yes, sir." Frank stuttered. He was bigger in every aspect than mr. Turin but somehow the principal seemed way more intimidating. "Third grade, from 9 to 34 years old." Carlos almost cried. "Sixth grade, from 12 to 40 years old." Rick blushed. "Eighth grade, from 14 to 45 years old." Kim grinned. "Tenth grade, from 16 to 37 years old." You smiled. "And twelfth grade, from 18 to 50 years old." Darius frowned.
"You're forgetting one." Mr. Turin smirked at Frank.
"Oh, right. I'm sorry." Frank replied without enthusiasm. "Me. The counselor, tenth grade, from 16 to 32 years old."
"Thank you." Mr. Turin said. "It's pretty interesting how your age gap with your parents changed the age gap between you. Frank, you used to be older than Carlos and now he's older than you." Both men didn't say a word and just blushed ashamed. "Ok, let's continue. Any volunteer?"
"I'll do!" Shane raised his hand. He was a 17 years old guy. Comic obsessed and, occasionally, a stoner. He had some stubble and his long dark brown hair was tied in a greasy ponytail. He wasn't a very hygienic guy.
"Shane?" Justin said worried. He was in second grade and has 8 years. But most importantly, he was Shane's young brother. "Are you sure about this?"
"It's just for the summer, little bro." Shane told Justin in a very hippy way. "It'll be a unique experience!"
"I'm glad you think like that, Shane." Mr. Turin said. "And don't worry, Justin. You'll have your time soon." Mr. Turin pointed his age gun and Shane and hit him. Shane immediately began to grow.
His chest grew broader, and his shirt started ripping. His thighs and ass grew huge and muscled, tearing his pants' seams. His feet expanded in size and shredded the front of his shoes. Unexpectedly, his long hair started to fell until he had a big bald dome on his head. He didn't seem surprised about it.
Meanwhile, his stubble grew thicker and longer until he had a long beard, I can see thick hairs growing on his exposed calves and arms. Maybe he lost the hair on his head but he got a lot in other regions.
And then, the age beam vanished and there was a hairy muscle dude standing in front of mr. Turin with a dumb grin on his face. As we watched the new DILF in the group, I noted how big his cock looked in his tight underwear and how dirty his nails looked. He was an odd mix between a slob and a pornstar. He didn't look bad but he definitely wasn't the best looking here.
"Dude, you look so bad." Darius said. "How old are you?"
"Well, my dad was 20 when I born. So, I'm 37."
"Are younger than me?" Rick seemed very astounded. "But you look way more older! Like Darius!"
"Hey!!" Darius yelled at Rick. "But, yeah. He's right."
"Well, that's what you get when you live like a stoner slob!" Mr. Turin said. "Tell me, Justin. Do you think you'll end up like your brother?"