Mr Mendes sat for a while trying to get his head round the situation. While he'd always tried to fit in with the kids, wanted to be one of them, his current situation was taking a little too far.
It was no good, he'd have to go home and call a doctor or something. Maybe this actually happens every day.... Eventually he slid himself off of his chair and walked over to his pile of jeans and underwear. He tried to pull them on, but, even with his belt on its smallest hole it wasn't tight enough to keep the clothes around his slim waist.
He couldn't walk around like this, too many people would start asking questions, he had to find some smaller clothes to wear. Suddenly Francisco remembered about the team meeting. Coach always has the boys changed and out on the field for some practice, which meant there'd be all the kid's clothes left in the changing room.
It grated against his conscience to think about steeling someone's clothes, but, he had no other choice. Quickly, but carefully, he made his way through the corridors of the school to the sports hall.
It mustn't have been an important meet as there weren’t many piles of clothes to pick from, but hopefully enough for Mr Mendes to find something that would fit his new youthful frame.
It had looked like he's found the perfect size when he suddenly heard one of the toilets flush and the lock to its cubical slide open. Francisco froze to the spot as someone walked out; it was one of the kids. It was Juan! He took several steps out of the wash area before he noticed Mr Mendes. It took him a moment to realise who he was looking at.
“What, who are….” Juan started, “Oh, it’s you little Mendes.” His eyes switched between Francisco and the clothes he was holding. “Hey, you weren’t looking to steel them were you now, were you? That would just be wrong.” Juan said with a large, evil smile on his face. Francisco knew that this wasn’t good, to be caught doing something like this, after all the times Juan had been told off about it. Mr Mendes just stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, staring back at Juan like a rabbit caught in headlights, unsure of what to do next.
Part of his brain suddenly registered that Juan was all but naked, dressed only in his jockstrap. His eyes flicked over the young tough-guy’s body. He was buff for someone so young and very much reminded him of a young version of his boyfriend, Marco. The rest of his brain followed suit as he looked the 14 year old boy over. He was so well defined, with large broad shoulders and mounded chest, flowing down to a taught stomach which was starting to show the signs of a six pack. Francisco’s eyes followed a slight wispy snail trail into the straining white jock which seemed to have difficulty holding in its four-inch-flaccid contents.
Mr Mendes’ newly pubescent, hormone filled body couldn’t help responding at the sight in front of him and he could feel the blood flow into his penis, increasing it’s size as it hung free between his legs. It wasn’t long before it started to lift the bottom of his oversized adult shirt into a stubby, three and a half inch tent.
Juan raised an eyebrow as he noticed the effect he was having on his teacher, his smile only growing wider.
“You like what you see then do you, little Mendes?” Juan said has he started to flex his muscles a little. “It takes a lot of hard work to look this good you know. Maybe if you put enough effort in, you could grow up to be as big and strong as me.” He added with audible amusement.