“You broke my Eye! Shattered it into a million pieces!”
“I-I didn’t mean to!”
“How dare you break my only treasure in this life. The only thing I valued, and it’s gone!”
“I’m sorry!”
“I will make sure those treacherous hands of yours think twice before touching anything, or anyone, ever again! You will forever be cursed, living the rest of your days without the ability to feel, to love, without changing whatever you hold dear!”
“No wait-“
Owen jumped awake in his seat, breathing heavily. He could still feel cold, wooden surface of the desk on his forehead. He was in a classroom, with no one but another student and a teacher. Fuck, he thought. Was it all a dream? Thankfully no one else noticed that he had slept.
Slept during detention.
The teacher was too busy typing away at his computer to notice Owen’s nap. In fact, Ben, the other student, didn’t even break away from his daydream. Owen watched as the teacher slowly stood up, his thin frame shrouded in a loose suit.
“I need to go talk to Mr Fredericks, but you two are still in detention until 5. I expect you to remain seated and quiet until I get back.”
He spoke in a cold tone, as if he hated working with children, before stepping out of the classroom. However, almost immediately after he left, Ben threw his body around to face Owen.
“So, why are you here?”
Ben’s white t-shirt left very little to the imagination. As a member of the weightlifting team, he’d often proudly show off his impressive frame. The boy’s biceps spilled out of the sleeves. Owen didn’t want to stare, and so tried to avert his attention to the boy’s jeans. They were somehow even tighter than the shirt, as every curve and bulge of his legs and thighs were on full display. Caught slightly off guard by the question, Owen smiled, slightly correcting his blonde hair as he responded.
“I haven’t been turning up to classes.”
“Oof. Been there.”
“You?”
“I probably shouldn’t say.”
“Go on.”
“Having a wank in the gym toilets.”
Owen burst out laughing. Sure, he was gay, but he could still find the situation funny, even thought he could feel his cock twitch at the mere thought of the musclebound student before him jerking off. Ben laughed too.
“Don’t tell anyone!”
“I won’t.”
“The name’s Ben by the way.”
“Owen.”
Ben reached out to shake Owen’s hand. Just as their hands touched, they both felt a small jolt of electricity, causing the two boys to flinch. Ben seemed slightly more affected by it, gently rubbing his fingers.
“Woah. That was weird-“
The door swung open, and Ben quickly turned back around to face the teacher’s desk. Mr Grove re-entered the classroom, and sat back down at his desk, eyeing the students with small, beady eyes. When he resumed typing on his computer, the detention returned to normal. Only, something felt a bit off.
Because the classroom was incredibly silent, apart from the faint ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, most sounds seemed much louder than they usually are. Owen could’ve sworn he didn’t hear Ben’s breathing earlier. They were deep, and heavy, as if he had just finished a marathon. Even Mr Grove looked up from his desk to look at him. Ben looked uncomfortable, yet maintained his vision at the wall, trying to hide his discomfort..
“Are you all right?”
“Oh, yes Sir I’m-oh I’m good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep! Just a bit hot in here.”
“Do you want to open a window?”
“No, I’ll be fine. Mmmf-
He stifled a moan as he hunched forward, staring intensely at his desk. Owen stared at the teen’s wide back push through the shirt. It was on the brink of tearing off! The teacher shrugged to himself and continued typing away. He sighed when he saw a small piece of paper beside the monitor.
“Shoot. I forgot to give this to Mr Fredericks. I’ll only be a second.”
He left the classroom, this time with a brisk walk. The second the door closed, Ben stood up, knocking his chair over. He placed his hand on one of his legs, moaning aloud. Owen’s eyes widened.
“Are you okay?”
“Fuck!”
“What’s going on?”
“Look!”
He turned around, and Owen almost collapsed at the sight. A huge bulge lead from Ben’s crotch down his left thigh. It was like a snake, slithering further down his leg. His cock must’ve been a foot long, and there was no sign of it slowing down. His tight pair of jeans strained to make room for his growing member. He cupped his balls, a jolt of pleasure rippled throughout his body. His balls were growing too! Owen couldn’t believe it. Ben’s breathing quickened as patches of his shirt became damp with his sweat.
“It’s huge! Oh God, I need to get out of here! I feel like I’m gonna blow at any moment!”
“Sh-should I call the ambulance or something!”
“What on earth are you two doing? Sit back down!”
Crap, they didn’t hear Mr Fredericks enter the classroom. He looked almost exactly the same from the other teacher, only slightly paler. The two boys froze. Then, as Ben’s cock swelled again in his jeans, he slowly turned to face the teacher, who immediately stared at the boy’s trouser snake, eyes wide open.
“Sorry Sir, I cant fight it anymore!”
The jock frantically tried unzipping his jeans, the tightness of his trousers making it nearly impossible. The zip was stuck by his waist. When he felt his balls grow again, he moved onto trying to tear his trousers off. Grabbing each leg, he pulled as hard as he could. Owen and Mr Fredericks could only watch, stunned at how much the boy’s muscles bulge out of his clothes. The teacher was growing red, probably from anger.
“Benjamin! This is absolutely no place for that! Stop this immediately!”
“I can’t stop Sir! It’s just too much! Woah-“
Even Ben was slightly taken aback by how deep his voice had become. It was like it had dropped an octave in just a few seconds. Suddenly, his knees buckled, sending the muscular teen onto the floor. He groaned loudly, as an unstoppable tidal wave of testosterone fled from his now ridiculously large balls, flying throughout the rest of his body. All he could do was writhe about in the sheer ecstasy of it all. The hormones that raged inside him, it was enough for 10 men. Probably 100. Part of his jeans swiftly became wet with his precum. The smell of his musk was intense. Owen found his own dick was standing at full attention.
“What’s happening in to me! WHAT THE FUCK!?!”
He could feel his legs gradually elongate. His ankles and then eventually his shins sliding out of his now skintight jeans. His torso also expanded, revealing part of his rock-hard abs, that were soaking wet in his sweat. Just as his shoulders expanded, the sounds of his shirt tearing in a few places filled the room, as his muscles expanded considerably. Neither Owen nor the teacher could do anything, as they stood helplessly and watched the teen grow and grow. All Ben could think about was getting off. He didn’t care that he was in detention. It wasn’t long before he had grown over 7ft, and had the physique of a demigod. However, despite his thighs now being bigger than Owen’s waist, and his cock thicker, and harder than ever, his jeans refused to give in. He couldn’t bare the restriction. He needed to set his monster free. And so, he quickly got up to his feet, almost falling over again due to his new height. Owen’s eyes were filled with fear. Ben had changed into a completely different person. A beast. Mr Fredericks stumbled onto his desk, grabbing for a small Wallis-talkie strapped underneath his desk. He picked it up, his voice trembling with fear.
“ARGHHHH!”
With one incredibly hard tug, Ben finally tore his jeans off of his thick, beefy legs. His now 17” cock sprung up, and a shot of precum splattered his desk. Whilst Ben was having the most intense orgasm of his life, the teacher ushered towards Owen, with one hand holding a walker-talkie to his face.
“We have a Code Red! Requesting immediate relief! OWEN! TAKE MY HAND!”
Owen quickly ran around the overgrown teen, who was too busy thrusting his enormous shaft into his hands to even notice. The teacher grabbed the boy’s arm, and pushed them out of the hallway, slamming the door shut. They both felt a similar electric shock.
“Did you drink any of the water today?”
“I-“
“DID YOU?”
“No Sir!”
“Good, then get out of here. Don’t stop until you’ve left the grounds….What?”
“Sir, your…”
Mr Fredericks looked down, only to see he was sporting an impressive hardon that rented his loose trousers. Owen stepped back when the tent grew even bigger. Fredericks leaned on the doorway in defeat. The urge to jerk off was now in his mind, and it only grew along with his cock. They could still hear the muffled roars of Ben in the classroom.
“I can’t believe it. But I’ve been so careful. How can-ohhh-“
Owen saw Fredericks cock growing again as the cue to leave. He could hear the teacher’s moans grow louder and lower. Before turning the corner, he looked back. Mr Fredericks had completely stripped from his suit, his cock swinging freely between his legs, which had already began to lengthen. Once he gleefully re-entered the classroom, Owen turned away, running quickly out of the school.