Cole shuddered at the sound of Sam's voice right outside his stall.
"N-no! I'm good! Just give me a minute..." he barely mustered.
He began frantically wiping the splatters of cum on himself and shoved his large member back in his pants and underwear, not without some difficulty at first, but his penis eventually turned human and soft enough to comply. Cole could not help thinking it was a little weird looking down at his dick and having a small pair of breasts in the view.
"C'mon Cole! What are you doing in here? Did you make a big mess?" Sam shouted through the door, making Cole jump again.
"Haha very funny..." a mortified Cole replied, trying to sound as cool as possible. He did make a huge mess, though... After another minute of frenzied wiping his phone and the stall, he flushed the toilet and adjusted his clothes to best hide his curves before getting out, very purposefully avoiding to look Sam in the eye.
The two friends exchanged no word and went on to join Aiden in the cafeteria. Admist the mundane talk and uneventful lunch break, Cole's mind kept circling back to what had happened in the bathrooms, though he tried not to think about Sam's lewd picture too much in fear of tenting his pants in the middle of the cafeteria. At the moment his body felt satiated though, so he was thankful for that. However, the clock was ticking.
Classes resumed, though Cole just wanted to be done with school and go home, fidgetting on his seat. When the electronic bell rang, Cole remembered there was one last trial he had to face: volleyball practice.
Entering the changing room, he realized the many ways this could go very wrong - to start with, there were no individual stalls here.
"Move, chubby-chub!" Sam taunted while pushing him further in the room.
Cole went into a far corner, turning his back to everybody as he got his practice outfit out of his bag and unbuttoned his shirt and pants with a trembling hand. As he put on his shorts, the fabric hugged his bulge tightly. He gave a sheepish look on his sides to make sure no one was watching, just in time to spot Sam pulling a tank over his own head and showing an athletic midriff.
Cole felt his cheeks turn red. He immediately stopped oogling, and quickly removed his button-down shirt face to the corner, exposing his jiggling breasts for just a second. It dawned on him that they felt puffier than this morning... Would they stop growing? After he had put on his top, he turned around and froze.
Sam was looking at him.