Simon stumbled from the doorway, his heart beating wildly, his body full of adrenaline. As he ran, parts of his intelligent geek-mind came to the surface. He quickly determined that he wouldn't make it far, especially naked. His best bet would be to get back into the school, find some clothes and get help! He ran as hard as he could to the nearest entrance in hopes that none of the Horde would see him. Once inside, he quickly assessed the situation: the halls were empty, and he was right by -- he heard the voices of the jocks not far off! He made a mad dash down the hallway before him and hid inside the first room that had an open door.
After shutting the door, he realized he was in the school office. 'Thankfully, it's empty,' Simon thought as he gasped for breath and his heart pounded in his throat. He sat down on on of the moderately comfortable waiting chairs. His naked body was slick with sweat, and now looked mostly like his original self.
As he calmed down more, he absently itched his ball sack. This sent an unexpected shock wave through his system. He felt the pain from earlier, which now felt somewhat more pleasurable, surge through his body as he stretched taller and wider, his muscles swelled, and his dick reared up to that mighty 11 inches. Simon's hands white-knuckeled the arms of the chair he was sitting in, sweat poured from his body, and every muscle was tensed. It seemed as though he were going through some severe anguish; in fact, he was, but it was a mental anguish. His true self was fighting off the enticing entity he could become as a jock. One part of him wanted nothing more than to give in and use his powerfully large hands to yank on his massive rod until he shot holes in the ceiling. But another part, the true Simon, would not die easily. He raged with everything he could. He had won before and he could again. He would never become everything he despised!
Just when it seemed Simon's balls couldn't swell larger and his dick seemed as though it had stretched to make the twelfth inch, he spasmed again, and slowly relaxed as his jock body disappeared. Simon was breathing harder now than when he had first entered the office. But he had won. He couldn't help but smile.
After a small rest, Simon set about to get some clothing. His first thought was the lost and found. Despite what oddities may be found there, he was desperate. Just as he was rifling through the first crate, he heard someone opening the door, he grabbed the first sweatshirt he saw and dodged behind a desk. He tried to quiet his breathing as someone entered the office. He could see through a hole for the wires that it was Miss Moore, the new Chemistry teacher. He was saved! He quickly pulled on the sweatshirt (it was a little big and smelly) and stood up.
"Miss Moore!" he fairly yelled. She jumped in surprise before she realized it was Simon.
"Simon? What are you doing in here? I was wondering what happened to you, you've been gone for almost an hour." As she spoke, it occurred to Simon that he had always had a crush on Miss Moore. She was almost his age, intelligent and beautiful. And she seemed to like him too. At least, as a student. As he thought about this he felt himself getting hard. Immediately, he felt the pleasurable pain again. Apparently, his face showed it, because Miss Moore was concerned. "Simon? Simon, are you alright? Are you sick?"
Simon quickly grew to his full jock stature, tearing right out of the lost-and-found sweatshirt and terrifying Miss Moore. She stood there, her mouth agape, her eyes wide and took a half a step backward. Simon was once again at war with himself, but he saw Miss Moore as his lifeline out.
"Miss Moore!" he bellowed in his deeper voice. He came around the desk toward her, all 6'5" of him, not to mention the 11"+ that was pointing right at her. "Miss Moore, I need you!"
She looked more scared than ever, but managed, "You need help, stay here, I'll get someone." Simon wanted her to help him, and the jock part of him simply wanted her. Both parts grabbed her before she could go, and the jock kissed her deeply. Not that Simon didn't enjoy it. In fact, this momentary drop in defenses allowed the jock to take over even more. Miss Moore began to kiss back, lost in an unexpected passion, and jock-Simon began to rip off her clothes. He was on the floor, nibbling her breast and about to thrust his foot-long into her when Simon was finally able to regain control.
"Miss Moore!" He cried. "Please help me! I don't want to become this!"
"Simon, you were a brilliant boy and now you are a brilliant man. You've become all I could ever want in a man!" Something suddenly changed in Simon: he and the jock entity were no longer at war, but became one. He buried himself into Miss Moore and they both orgasmed quickly, both overjoyed at what they had discovered this night.