The room Danny found himself in felt unfinished; like the wings of a stage. It was long and narrow, with grey unpainted walls. Beneath the floor of flimsy grating was a tangled mess of pipes and small blinking red lights. It was somewhat dark; a dim glow of white light seeped in through the part of the now closed wall Danny had fallen through. He could just make out “ROOM 23” plastered on the wall beside the glow. He could also make out a dozen pair of eyes staring at him.
The boy jumped to his feet and zipped his jumpsuit closed as fast as he could; the now stretched fabric creating a sizeable fit for him. His manhood had shrunken mostly back to its original size, stopping at a foot in length. Danny was thankful it was back to a manageable size again, as he re-adjusted his crotch. He gazed upon the gaggle of similarly aged students who crowded around him. He recognised a few faces. Some from his Maths lectures. Others from the D&D Society. Most of them he couldn’t place where he knew them, however he noticed some were sporting even larger bulges than him. One Computing student was discreetly massaging his member, which was tenting his jumpsuit. Danny instantly recognised the face of the teen who held his hand out.
“You alright Dan?” he asked.
It was Chris; Danny’s best friend, but much different. Instead of a short, scrawny nerd, he was now 6’1”, with a nicely toned physique under that tight jumpsuit. He too had a prominent bulge between his thighs. He helped Danny to his feet.
“I-I’m alright. It’s good to see you,” Danny’s voice trembled slightly, “Where are we?”
“No bloody clue mate, but we’re tryna find a way out. You see this?”
Chris showed him the dart gun. It looked homemade, and heavily worn. The glass barrel that was once full of green liquid was empty.
“Found it after I escaped. Turns out it cures whatever’s been happening to us. Well, mostly anyway. I look good, right?”
He joked as he gestured to himself. Danny’s eyes fell to Chris’ crotch again, and he felt his own begin to come to life. The boy continued.
“I’ve been saving as many people as I can. We’re gonna break out of this weirdo-hole. You know Zach?”
He pointed at Zach, who stood with what was left of the University rugby team at the very back of the group. Danny looked and felt his cheeks turn red. Zach had been his crush since forever. Tall and handsome, with jet black hair falling just above his bright blue eyes. His 6’4” body of thick muscles were only accentuated in that skintight jumpsuit. It was partially unzipped to allow his large pecs to breathe. Danny doesn’t remember him being that large, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Zach, awkwardly smiled and waved at Danny and Chris. Shit, Danny thought, looking down at his own jumpsuit, did he see my oversized dick?. He blushed even harder.
“He’s the only one strong enough to knock down these walls.” Chris said, smiling at the rugby player.
“Without him we’d all be fucked. Only problem is, every time I used this machine I needed a small vial of green shit, and we’re all out now. You were our last rescue mission. All we can do now is either find more vials, or an exit outta here. Whichever we stumble upon first.”
Chris spoke casually, as if discussing the weather. He looked like the only one who wasn’t shaken by their surroundings. Danny thought about poor Kieran; where he could be and what he must look like now. His mind raced with worries of the other students still out there.
“How many people are trapped here?” Danny asked. Chris sighed.
“Probably everyone who came on the trip. Seems to be the common theme so far.”
Of course! The skiing trip, that’s where Danny recognised everyone! The last thing he remembered pre-jumpsuit was sitting on the University coach in a blistering snowstorm, and then a great flash of white light. But who took them? And why not anyone else? Mr Blake, Danny’s Maths lecturer and overseer of the skiing trip, stepped in with a forced smile. His chin and neck had an uneven patch of stubble. He leaned closer with squinted eyes, his portly belly pushing through his jumpsuit. He must’ve lost his glasses. He was the only one who looked exactly the same before they were abducted.
“Hi Daniel, glad to see you’re alright. Shall we keep moving Chris? I can barely see anything in this light.”
“Yes Sir, onward!”
Chris charged ahead as the rest of the group cautiously followed suit, with Danny at the very front.