The school had to close for the rest of the week following the incident. It didn’t take long for rumours to spread. Next Monday morning, poor Owen entered his classroom under the ceaseless states of his classmates. He was there. He saw it all happen. How did he survive? Whispers rattled in the boy’s brain. He silently made his way to his desk. However, before sitting down, he felt someone approach him from behind. Owen turned to see Nick and his sidekick Tony tower over him. It was clear they were trying to be intimidating to Owen and well, they didn’t need to try. Even though they were only slightly taller than Owen, they shared Ben’s impressive physique, which hid underneath their baggy uniforms. As the stars of the school’s rugby teams, it was rare to see them in any other clothes other than a thin vest and gym shorts. Nick stared at the boy menacingly.
“Heard you were there.”
“I-I was, yeah…”
“Bet you liked it.”
“What?”
“Bet it turned you in, fag.”
Nick then reached into his trousers, and cupped his junk, still keeping direct eye contact with Owen. Then, after a few second, he took his hand out.
“Enjoy this.”
He shoved his hand into the boy’s face, pushing him onto his seat. It stank of his teenage musk. Owen would’ve been disgusted by it, if it wasn’t for the familiar electric shock that zapped his face and the bully’s hands. Nick’s hand recoiled.
“What the hell was that?”
Owen look perplexed. ‘Again?’ He thought. ‘Why does that keep happening?’ Nick and Tony inched closer to him. He knew they weren’t done. However, thankfully, the teacher entered the classroom
Before they could do anything else, sending them to their seats at the back of the classroom.
Before the first outbreak, Mr Theramont used to be the school’s P.E. Teacher. Now, he teaches biology, although he looked more like a professional bodybuilder than a science teacher. His remarkable height of 6’8” mixed with a powerfully stern expression made him quite fearful among the pupils. Not to mention his frame, with shoulders so wide he could only enter classrooms sideways. He would often have his shirt unbuttoned in order to fit his bulging torso. The class would always turn silent and obedient whenever he entered the room, his sharp jawline quickly pointing like an arrow at anyone misbehaving. However, Owen wasn’t looking at his face. Like most lessons, the boy would drift off, gazing longingly at the beast between the man’s legs. Theramont had given up trying to hide it. It was impossible to keep something that large out of sight. Owen heard rumours it was almost two feet long! Theramont re-adjusted the bright yellow armband which struggled to wrap all the way around his thick bicep. He cleared his throat before addressing the class with his usual booming tone.
“G’morning class. As you’re aware, we had another outbreak last night. All of you should know that Ben and Mr Fredericks have been contained and treated. There is no cause for alarm. They’ve been through quite a lot this week, and I want you all to treat Ben no differently, have you got that?”
The class nodded.
“Good. Ben, you can come in now.”
The entire class turned to face the door as it slowly opened, and Ben shambled his way in. He looked no different than usual, just a bit bigger, standing just shy of 6’4”. A thin layer of stubble clung to his face, as if it grew back faster than he could shave it off. The boy’s uniform was a few sizes too small for him now. He tried to cover his partially exposed six pack. His trouser legs barely made it passed his calves, the tight cotton accentuating his meaty thighs and perfectly round ass. He slowly made his way to his usual place beside Nick, holding his backpack in front of his crotch, knowing everyone was trying to get a good look. Owen noticed he was also wearing a bright yellow armband. He looked uncomfortable as he sat down, his slightly enlarged buttcheeks enveloping the tiny stool. Poor Ben kept his gaze firmly on the floor as Nick patted him on the back. Mr Theramont eyeballed the boy sympathetically.
“Don’t worry Ben. It takes some getting used to, but it’ll get better. If you need to talk to someone my, office is always open. Now, last lesson we learned about…”
And so, class continued as normal. As Theramont began to teach, Owen grew bored, only perking up when his teacher turned around, getting a good look at the man’s monstrous bulge. A slight sigh came from Owen’s mouth when Theramont sat in his chair, hiding his cock from view. Whilst Ben struggled to focus on the work, Nick began acting rather odd. His forehead shone with sweat, and his breathing was heavy, and low. His eyes darted around the room.
“Bro, are you alright?”
Tony whispered to him.
“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just a bit hot in here-“
Nick cut himself off, quickly putting one hand on his leg and squeezing. He shut his mouth, stifling a moan. His friend looked down, noticing a sizeable bulge underneath his hand. Tony laughed silently.
“Dude, are you hard right now?”
“What? No!”
“That’s kinda gay.”
“Shut up.”
Nick suddenly exhaled, squeezing his leg again. His friend watched wide-eyed as Nick’s cock slithered further down his leg, growing a few more inches. After that, his thighs grew wider, stretching his now slightly thigh trousers. A drop of sweat dripped down Nick’s forehead, onto his hand. They tried to keep their voices down as the rest of the class worked silently, but Tony began to panic.
“Holy shit , are you growing?”
“Uh, no. I…I’m always this big.”
“I literally saw it.”
“You didn’t see anything-“
“What’s going on?”
They had caught Ben’s attention, who had now leaned in to join their conversation. Nick noticed the boy still had his backpack covering his crotch. He gazed at Ben’s arms, which were mostly exposed thanks to his rolled-up sleeves. Those biceps…His attention then turned to Ben’s lap, hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock. He didn’t know why, but he had the sudden urge to look at it. To feel it.
To taste it.
“Fuck!”
Nick whispered loudly as his member grew again, now too big to hide with his hand. He could feel his balls swell, quickly becoming cramped in the tight confines of his uniform trousers. Waves of testosterone were flooding the teenager’s body, as a large patch of precum dampened the area around his thigh. His friend and Ben witnessed the whole thing.
“Nick’s growing!”
“What?”
“I’m not!”
“Yes he is, look!”
“Holy shit…”
Ben discreetly reached under his backpack and adjusted his cock, which was starting to come to life. He then placed his hand on Nick’s shoulder, who had already started to enjoy his transformation, bathing in the ocean of hormones his body was now producing. He could hear Ben in his ear.
“Listen to me, you’ve got to resist whatever you’re feeling. I know it’s like the best feeling in the world right now, but trust me you’ll lost control super quickly. Just take some deep breaths…”
It was no use. As he was consoling Nick, the boy began to grow in height. His hand was no longer trying to hide his cock, but was instead massaging it. His already muscular body packing on even more muscle. He could feel his trousers getting tighter and tighter, as his erect cock only became more obvious. All the while Nick kept his attention firmly on Ben and, more specifically, what was under that backpack. By then he almost matched Ben’s height. Tony leaned back slightly in fear. Nick’s voice was much lower, more beastly, as if he was on the hunt.
“How big is it?”
“What?”
“C’mon. Lemme see.”
Like a bullet, Nick’s hand shot straight towards Ben, easily sliding under his backpack. He gleefully rubbed and massaged Ben’s semi-erect cock, as it hardened quickly under his grip. Ben moaned loudly, catching the attention of Mr Theramont, along with the rest of the class. The teacher, seeing how much Nick had grown already, immediately went into action. He leapt up from his chair and grabbed the walkie-talkie from a drawer in his desk.
“Everyone, leave the classroom immediately! Hello? This is a Code Red. Evacuate the school!”
Theramont’s somewhat alarmed loud tone prompted the class to leave quickly, including Owen. On his way out, he could hear Nick’s deep, rumbling voice call for him.
“Owen! You! You did this to me! OHH FUCK!”
He moaned loudly as his cock grew again, almost reaching his knee. He was hung like a horse! He watched as the class became smaller, as well as the two friends either side of him. He relished every second of it. His face was quickly maturing, ageing within seconds until he no longer looked like a teenage boy, but a fully grown beast of a man. A thick layer of stubble tickled his jaw and newly-grown Adam’s apple. As his pecs grew again, the top buttons of his shirt popped open, and a patch of chest hair hung out. He looked down to admire his new thighs. Thick, and solid, and kept on growing. He had still yet to reach the 7ft mark, but he was on his way. As Nick worshipped his own body, Ben was able to kick his way free from the growing student, jumping over the desks towards the door. His fully erect member now poorly hidden underneath his tight uniform shirt. As Tony tried to flee too, he felt a large hand clamp down on his wrist. Nick didn’t want him to leave.
“What are you doing? Let me go! SIR! HELP!”
Nick’s grip tightened, as he stood up, pushing his stool over. Then, without much effort, he lifted Tony into the air, gently pressing him against the wall. Tony winced as he saw Nick’s huge torso move closer, until he was pressed against the boy’s mountainous pecs. He was now 7ft, and had the strength of 10 men. Poor Tony was completely helpless. All he could do was watch as Nick eagerly thrusted his bulge by his ass, grinding against the boy. As the behemoth of a teen began grabbing for Tony’s uniform. Mr Theramont had finished guiding the rest of the students out into the corridor. He stared at them all intensely.
“Did any of you drink the water?”
A few of the boys put their hands up. Theramont sighed.
“Right. You lot, go to the nurse’s. He’ll put you in the quarantine area. The rest of you, get to the emergency point, and wait for the headmaster. Have all of you got that?”
All of the boys apart from Owen nodded without question. Owen stared into the distance, his mind full of questions and confusion. He felt the exact same jolt as when he touched Ben, and Mr Fredericks. Was he causing all of this? There’s no way. It has to be the water.
“Owen.”
Theramont’s voice brought him back from his daydream. He could see the teacher, along with all of the students, stare at him with a slight hint of caution. In the classroom, you could hear Nick’s thunderous grunts. A great ripping sound bled through the walls, as if clothes were being torn off.
“Owen, meet me in my office after. I’ve got a few questions for you.”
Owen gulped, nodding in response.
“Good. All of you, go. I’m gonna try and get Tony.”
And so they did, briskly walking to their places. Owen felt a touch of déjà vu, as just before he turned the corner he saw Mr Theramont prepare to re-enter the classroom. He effortlessly stripped his hulking chest of his shirt, and unzipped his trousers. Within seconds, the teacher was standing in nothing but his boxers, his cock already starting to harden with anticipation. He looked even better than Owen could have ever fantasised. Then, with a determined look, Theramont strode confidently into the classroom.