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Chronivac Version 4.0

The Negative Correlation Between Junk Size and Muscles

As Alex continued walking down the hall, he also had to stop. He could feel his dick grow and stretch out his jeans. It made him physically cringe - getting random boners in the middle of school for no reason. He thought that was just a trope made up for unoriginal TV shows, which made him think that some malevolent God was toying around with his body. At the very least, 3.5 inches wasn't a size the person coming towards him would notice - whoever that was shouldn't even notice him tug his waistband up.

Alex was about to walk forward before Matt tugged his arm. "C'mon, The Study Room is empty. You need to readjust yourself before Derrick goes rabid."
Alex was too stunned to say anything, but before he was dragged to the place he sat at when he got to class early, he turned to the man walking down the hall. Yep, that's Derrick Bell - a beefy jock that works out whenever he got free time, but also an uptight prude who would make a stink about seeing a boner (as well as one smaller than average). His very visible arms would put him in a chokehold if he went up to him with any sign of s-e-x.

The two men moved around and behind the door. Matt, ever the clown, was pushing himself into the wall like a spy and holding in a giggle. Alex just made sure no one could see him through the door window before looking down at his jeans.
Man, did Matt save his skin. Usually jumbling with his jeans hid his 5 inch hard-ons well enough. Well, except that one time with his Dad and he got "commanded" at. Or that time where his girlfriend-at-the-time kept them from going out before he changed into bigger jeans. There was also that time that... that...
Now that he thought about it, 7 inches was a size you needed a hand for. Tucked down under his balls... or maybe to the side. Whatever; he needed to adjust and get out, before someone else came in and called security.

Alex pulled at his jeans and... he folded the corner out and... he pushed the button in and... What was going on? Why couldn't he unbutton himself?? 19 year-old man can't take of his pants - What???
"Hm? Is something wrong, Alex?
"No. It's nothing. Shut up."
"Are you sure? 'Cause, from the looks of things, it seems you can't open your-"
"I said shut up Matt... God, why can't I get this open?! This is weird-"
"If you want, I can help."
Alex rebalanced himself. He looked now down at Matt, who was crouching at his crotch with his phone in hand. Something about what he said knocked on his brain a little, but there wasn't many options. Whatever, it's not like he had a problem with it - Matt was his friend; he trusted him. He trusted him so much that he didn't bother telling him "Just don't take any pictures." or "Fine. As long as you don't try and suck me off.". All he said whisper "Sure man, just make sure no one comes in.".

Miraculously, Matt unbuttoned and unzipped his fly without fumbling one bit. Maybe he got skilled at opening up guys' tight pants, but even then Alex wondered why he was having such a hard time. That wondering stopped as soon as it started, however, because his attention immediately turned to his dick slapping Matt in the face.
"Shit! Sorry man! I don't know how that happened!"
Matt tried to hold in his laughter and slight blush as he looked up. "O-hoh my God Alex. I didn't think you'd be this big!"
Alex looked down in embarrassment, but that turned into confusion when he looked at his cock. It was still 7 inches, the size he was at when soft. He shook it around a bit to make sure, and yeah - he was still 8 inches soft. How did he get so poorly adjusted if he wasn't getting a boner? He felt up his balls and those were also their usual tennis ball size, which meant he was not having a sudden late growth spurt.

Matt was heartstruck, hypnotized even. Seeing Alex play with his cock and balls right in front of his face, in a public space no less - he nearly drooled. His typical loud jokester attitude was left a speechless, shy blush.
"A...A-Are you sure you don't w-want me to... suck-"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?!" yelled Derrick. This was where he stayed when Prof. Walker was teaching American History. He only ever saw these two when he passed them by the restroom. Why the fuck were they in here blowing each other.
Neither the twink with his obscene penis out or the twink about to choke on it answered him. God they were so tiny, so puny, so weak. He could grab them by the collar of their shirt and drag them to security - but God knows what was on there. He scoffed at them and sped-walked out.
He could hear one of them move, either to hide or escape (God forbid if they tried to talk him down), before tripping over their own penis. If only they worked out for a week, they could have probably made it. Derrick would never understand why a man would choose to lug around an ugly meat pole and cumbags when they could have a sexy and manageable 1 inch prick and tablets like himself. Maybe if they don't get expelled, he can teach them the error of their ways and train them at the school gym to become hunks. He easily flexed his bulging legs in his XXL jeans as he saw the security office.

Suddenly, the situation changed. Someone, someplace, and/r something switched in the minds of everyone - or at least a person mentioned before. What happened?


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